“Ha ha!”
The masked villain cackled, hovering above the city square he had blasted to smithereens.
Dust settled to reveal a sixteen-year-old girl with long dark hair, her fringes spiking out. Her right hand was outstretched, leaving her unharmed except a few tears into her sailor fuku uniform.
“Kamijou Touka!” the generic villain shouted, landing onto the shattered tarmac. “Give up and face the truth: I, the Masked Fury, shall be the King of Neo Academy City! I am not negotiating nor kidding, you damn brat! Don’t make me tear you into bits!”
His masks blinked with its thousands of artificial eyes, focused on the bearer of the Imagine Breaker.
“Not a chance,” Touka said between gritted teeth. “I won’t let you. To quote a certain someone, ‘I’ll break that illusion of yours!’”
The Masked Fury spread his arms and laughed. “Ha! You’re really annoying, just like your pops.”
Immediately afterwards, glass shattered on nearby buildings, civilians feeling the area.
Shards of glass levitated in the air and melded together into strange projectiles.
“Let’s see if you’re good at this Touka,” said the Masked Fury, wagging his finger mockingly. “Do you think you can stop 900 km/h projectile fired in multiple directions? As far as I know, you can’t be a several places at once to use your Imagine Breaker. Let’s prove or disprove the theory!”
“Kuh!”
Glass projectiles fired into the crowds. Touka managed to dash and negate one, but it wasn’t good enough.
Strangely, the missiles had been stopped anyhow, then redirected at the Masked Fury, who dodged them hastily.
“Geez, do you really think you’re smart with such an attack?” an plainly-dressed albino girl asked sardonically, landing next to Touka. “Still relying on vectors, aren’t you? You’re so pitiful that it ain’t funny.”
“Yuriko!” Touka said with a smile.
“I’m only here to clean up this mess. If you think for one second I’m here to help you, think again,” she said with a frown.
“Not to interrupt you two,” the Masked Fury interjected,” but I believe we were in the middle of something here, weren’t we?”
The standoff began. Touka and Yuriko stood their ground while the Masked Fury began waving his arms again.
“Fools! I will defeat you! Prepare to feel my true—”
Then suddenly, the Masked Fury was ran over by a motorcycle-riding dumbass.
The dumbass got off the Dragon Rider Mk7 and removed her helmet, revealing a girl and her messy blond hair.
It was Hamazura Shizuka, who was confused at what had just happened. “So, uh, where’s the villain or whatev’?”
“You ran over him, you moron,” Yuriko snarled.
“M-M-M-My s-s-s-spineeee…” the generic villain muttered, laying there, defeated by the airheaded Shizuka.
“Ouch,” Touka said, crouching down, “I think we’ll need an ambulance. Can you call your father Yuriko?”
“Oh sure, because just because my father’s Heaven Canceller Jr., I have to—”
“Just do it Yuriko-san.”