Let hope for season 3 !! As for Shaige being preached and punched by KAMIjou , ain't so bad considering he shall get his own harem soon and plus one loli
They will probably put that scene in Index III. Because that will be appropriate with the current problems in England and France which is from vol 17-18 and also this part is only introduction to the real war and god's right seat.
They didn't even do any foreshadow. Unlike the ending of S 1 though I can understand because they really cramped the whole SS into 2 episodes or rather 1.5 episode -_-
They didn't even do any foreshadow. Unlike the ending of S 1 though I can understand because they really cramped the whole SS into 2 episodes or rather 1.5 episode -_-
They even cut out the whole thing with the church girls but thank god that was cut or idk what would've happened.
*sigh* JC Staff...... I find it also kinda funny the Art Director was the one from Railgun. Tough the main director was the guy from Season 1 and im just left wondering why the suddenness for SS1 to be animated.
They cut out the Accel-Awaki trash talk. I am disappoint. Also, I am a bit disappointed that they cut out the Necessarius part as well since I was looking forward to Angelene having a near-death experience due to eating umeboshi and it was mildly important because Sasha went there to ask what they what do about the war.
Hamazura looks more pathetic here than I imagined, but he got the Touma punch baptism so he'll start becoming gar soon.
Also, I do have to applaud JC Staff for putting her in there. Not gonna say anything more.
Awaki vs. Komaba:
Spoiler for ss volume 1 skill out:
At some point, the Skill Out members who had been surrounding her had disappeared.
Komaba must have used his authority to have them evacuate.
He didn’t want them to get in his way.
“Don’t be mad, Accelerator.”
“That name… I suppose I should have abandoned the money instead of being greedy if someone like that is coming…”
Musujime wasn’t really paying attention to Komaba’s words.
She closed her cell phone with a snap and put it in her pocket.
She then slowly brought her flashlight up at the ready.
“Move Point, huh? A troublesome power.”
“Do you really think it’s only troublesome?”
“I suppose you’re right. I hate it much more than something that is only troublesome.”
It may have been a characteristic trait of members of the Level 0 group Skill Out, but Komaba’s copy paper-like words had dark emotions mixed in.
(It doesn’t really matter,) thought Musujime.
He was 10 meters away on a straight, narrow path. She would use her corkscrews on him. No matter how strong Komaba was, he would fall to the ground before he could take 3 steps. And even if he was hiding a handgun or other long-distance weapon, Musujime could just call in a “shield”.
“I’ll end this with one right between the eyes.”
“So you‘ll spare me any pain? …I’m so moved.”
Without saying anything else, Musujime swung her flashlight and sent a command to a corkscrew in her pocket. Ignoring the visible three dimensional vectors, the corkscrew flew through space using the theoretical values of the 11th dimension and headed right towards Komaba Ritoku’s forehead.
And it missed.
“Wha-…?”
Seeing the corkscrew appear in empty space, Musujime’s eyes widened in shock. She felt a slight pain in her back. In response to her tension, the stress-lowering low frequency vibration treatment device had sent out a stronger pulse.
It wasn’t that Musujime Awaki had aimed incorrectly.
Komaba had suddenly disappeared.
A roar like a dump truck driving by came from directly behind her.
“…Too slow.”
Along with that quiet voice, she felt a dull pain on the very top of her head like something heavy had fallen on her. As her consciousness fluttered in and out, Musujime realized that Komaba had forcefully swung his fist down at her.
An electric current ran through her shoulders and back.
Up until now, the device had helped her, but now it was just being a bother.
“Kh!?”
She looked over her shoulder and called an old abandoned car to the spot Komaba was standing in. This was no shield; she was trying to crush her target.
But Komaba was no longer there.
He had jumped 7 meters straight up into the air.
“Don’t be surprised…”
A sign or an air conditioning unit must have been installed there at one time, because Komaba was standing on a rectangular prism of a metal bar sticking out from the wall at the 2nd floor.
With an explosive noise, he kicked the metal bar, breaking it, and the pieces flew towards Musujime with enormous speed.
“I’m taking this seriously,” he continued.
Musujime couldn’t hear the sound of Komaba landing.
This was because the many sharp cross-sections of the metal bar quickly came at her all at once.
“!?”
She hurriedly called the old car she had attacked with to appear right in front of her.
She had intended to use it as a shield, but the metal bars were moving quickly enough to easily pierce through it. Musujime instinctually held her hands up to cover her face, but they only grazed her thigh and the brutal weapon stabbed into the asphalt and stopped.
As she watched the metal bars vibrated slightly, a chill ran down Musujime’s spine.
(A shield is useless if it’s destroyed so easily…!!)
“…Don’t look so dissatisfied. When fighting against a monster like you, I deserve some kind of preparation, don’t I?”
Looking through the rusted car’s windows that had no glass in them, she managed to spot Komaba’s face. He was standing about 10 meters ahead in the small alleyway with concrete walls on either side.
(I’ve got him!!)
Musujime concentrated. She gave a slight wave of her flashlight calling for 5 corkscrews that were lying on the ground nearby and moved them all at once to coordinates inside Komaba’s body.
But…
“…You won’t hit me.”
There was a loud roar that didn’t sound like something that could come from a human body. Komaba zigzagged left and right down the narrow alley at a tremendous speed avoiding all of the teleported attacks Musujime sent at him.
And that wasn’t all.
“You can have these back. I prefer cheap booze to fine wine.” Komaba lifted his leg as he dodged the corkscrews. “I have no use for corkscrews.” He gave a kick that sounded like a whip. His leg accurately hit the corkscrews that were still falling from the air and launched them at terrifying speed towards Musujime.
“…!!”
She had no time to move her flashlight and use Move Point.
The corkscrews flew through the car windows and straight for her.
She immediately moved her head to the side and received a light scratch on her right cheek. The sound of the air being split sounded from right next to her ear and the electrodes on her back and shoulders pumped out its relaxing signal to its limits.
(Ow… How can a flesh-and-blood human move like that?)
Komaba’s movements weren’t like those of an automobile that just moves straight ahead.
His movements contained the subtle and minute adjustments characteristic of a living being.
“That mobility… You have Hard Taping under your clothes, don’t you!?”
“So you’ve figured it out.”
Komaba slowly approached Musujime with undetectable footsteps.
The broken down car was between them, but Komaba would easily be able to jump over it.
To stop him, Musujime took irregular steps back about every time he took one to put some distance between them.
At some point, the roles of attacker and defender had been completely reversed.
“In my case, I have 6 ligaments in my knee protected and the muscles in my leg that are connected to my femur, my tibia, and my fibula reinforced from the outside. I also have metal plates in my shoes to keep my foot from being destroyed… Getting a hold of this special military-use ultrasonic wave elastic taping wasn’t easy.”
The taping was mainly on his legs, but he must have had it lightly reinforcing his entire body as well. You couldn’t balance with just your legs and, if you lost your balance while moving at high speed, you would collapse spectacularly.
“You could say this is just the portion of a powered suit that gives it its mobility taken out and isolated. If you want to kill me, you should have brought something with enough firepower to take out an armored weapon…”
“Hmph. Is Hard Taping really that convenient?” Musujime spoke with a smile in her lips.
But a cold sweat was appearing on her face.
She could move various objects ignoring the three dimensional limitations by using theoretical 11th dimensional vectors, but one exception was herself. If she moved herself, it caused her extreme mental damage. The low frequency vibration treatment device was supposed to compensate for this, but she didn’t know if she could actually pull it off. The odds were probably worse than 50/50. It was even possible that she wouldn’t be able to bear the mental pressure and her memories would distract her keeping her from using her powers properly or making any proper judgments.
She couldn’t get out of this easily.
But even if she could turn this around, she had to create the opportunity to do so herself.
With that in mind, Musujime moved her mouth in an attempt to stall for time.
“Powered suits aren’t that big because the parts needed for mobility and the thickness of the armor take up that much space. It’s because they have to put in safety devices for the pilots as well.”
As she spoke, Musujime carefully examined her surroundings.
The alley was straight and narrow. If Komaba attacked, escape would be pretty much impossible. The broken down car was in between them, but she doubted that would stop him.
“A powered suit has much higher mobility than a fully-equipped vehicle. It can move at speeds greater than 10 times what a vehicle can. But it’s still a flesh-and-blood human inside.”
Dodging or blocking Komaba’s attack was going to be difficult.
Musujime gripped her flashlight tighter and continued analyzing.
“I see. …You’re talking about the body protection.”
“If you suddenly go from a standstill to high speed, there is a risk of pulled or torn muscles. That’s why the powered suits have multiple safety devices created to prevent that from happening. Similar to this low frequency vibration treatment device I’m using, the muscles are constantly having electrical stimuli given to them so that they are always in a state similar to after having performed warm-up exercises. That way the damage from sudden motion can be prevented.”
In the end, her only choice was to use Move Point to defeat Komaba Ritoku before his attack arrived.
If she didn’t end this before his first attack, her life could be in danger.
“Your Hard Taping has no such safety features,” Musujime informed him while spinning her flashlight in her hand.
Komaba Ritoku’s expression did not change.
“That’s a defective item that failed Anti-Skill’s tests. It may do quite a bit of damage to your body. Although, it won’t be anywhere near as much as I will.”
“Heh…”
Komaba laughed even as a clear weakness was pointed out.
“I’m prepared for that much… I have been ever since I swore I would fight monsters like you even though I’m a Level 0.”
His giant gorilla-like body swelled up another size bigger.
Most likely, he was working to resist the damage as much as possible by regulating his body in a rational way even more subtly than a professional athlete would. His body had turned into a single giant weapon.
“I need to finish this as soon as possible.”
(Tch.)
“…I have a lot I need to do!!”
(I’m really not going to get a chance to get away!!)
A loud roar sounded out.
Komaba Ritoku shot towards Musujime with a speed at which he would have been able to outstrip a train.
“!!”
Musujime instinctually took a step back and spun her military flashlight around.
She threw a giant sign at the spot Komaba Ritoku was in.
But by the time the command had been sent, he was no longer there. He ran further and further forward like a rocket shattering the asphalt under his feet.
(Kh… He’s too fast. I don’t have time to indicate his coordinates!!)
Musujime’s throat was dry.
Komaba flew towards her with a roar and landed on the roof of the abandoned car she had been using as a shield. The red, rusted metal cracked under the force and his feet sank deeply into it. Ignoring that, Komaba lifted his foot. He was going to crush Musujime under that foot as she hid behind the car.
He was only a step away now.
“Ah-ahhhh!!”
Musujime moved back while feeling a chill.
She gave up on attacking and moved a nearby metal dumpster in front of her. The thick metal box was big enough to hold 4 unit baths and she used it to block Komaba’s attack.
But…
“So thin…”
Musujime heard a faint laughing voice from the other side of the supposedly thick wall.
And…
“…You can’t stop me with a mere membrane like this.”
Musujime Awaki clearly saw the dumpster explosively expand from the inside out right in front of her eyes.
Komaba Ritoku used one of his legs which were reinforced by the Hard Taping to kick into it like his leg was a metal stake.
An explosive noise reached Musujime’s ears directly afterwards.
Komaba’s foot slammed into the dumpster like a dump truck, tore into the thick metal box, and smashed the contents to pieces scattering them everywhere.
An unpleasant clanging noise rang out from the metal falling to the ground.
The wreckage flew over 10 meters in front of Komaba. It looked like a giant dragon had vomited everywhere.
There was no way to determine where the body was. There was just something reddish brown mixed in with the partially decayed trash. The purple pieces must have been the organs. Her military flashlight was lying on the ground. After being cruelly crushed, there was only a red liquid stuck to the ground.
“Hmph…”
Even after seeing the hair mixed in with the blood, Komaba Ritoku’s expression did not change.
He merely spoke in his usual way that sounded like copy paper was coming from his mouth.
“…That was too quick. I didn’t even get to use my specialty…”
Accelerator vs. Komaba:
Spoiler for ss volume 1 skill out:
Just as he had announced, Accelerator had quieted the Skill Out group within 10 minutes.
But he hadn’t used his powers that entire time.
At first, he had manipulated the atmosphere to create a gust of wind greater than 50 m/s knocking most of his enemies to the ground. He then turned off his powers and shot them while their movements were in disorder. When they were about to counterattack, he would create another gust of wind and start shooting again once they were rendered helpless. That pattern had repeated again and again.
He had easily won after 10 minutes.
Because of this strategy, he hadn’t even used 30 seconds of powered time.
In his battle with Hound Dog and their leader Kihara Amata, he had learned just how much a weakness the electrode’s battery was. He had to learn how to economize in his use of the battery.
“Now then. Where’s that bastard Komaba Ritoku everyone’s talking about? He wasn’t in that group I just took out, was he?”
Accelerator moved his hand to the back of his neck and flipped the switch off. He looked around to make sure there were no enemies left and headed further into the alley.
He had blown everything away with the wind, but, after walking a mere 100 meters in, the scenery was back to rusted metal trash and colored plastic sheets hiding the sky.
Accelerator suddenly stopped and leaned on his cane.
Musujime’s explosions had stopped.
“Tch. So her quota’s done. I don’t like being the last one done.”
He tilted his head to the side in annoyance, but…
“Then…I suppose I can let you take a break.”
Those words abruptly reached Accelerator’s ears.
He continued down the narrow alley and found a building that looked only partially completed. It was only made out of a steel frame, so it looked like a giant jungle gym. And on the 4th floor, which was about halfway up, a large gorilla-like man was standing.
The man spoke in a quiet voice that sounded like copy paper was coming from his mouth.
“Accelerator...Quite a famous visitor. But I never thought you’d be hunting us down as a dog of the Board of Directors…”
“So you must be Komaba Ritoku.” Accelerator looked up at the steel framework. “I suppose I should ask. What was the reason for this plan of yours?”
“Even if I told you, you don’t actually care why Skill Out is attacking espers.”
“Hah. From that I take it that when you got out on the streets you would be attacking everyone indiscriminately.”
“No, not indiscriminately... We would choose our targets carefully…”
“You seem pretty calm. Do you really understand the situation here?”
“There was a girl telling me the same thing just a bit ago.”
As he spoke, Komaba took something off of his belt and lightly tossed it down.
It was a blood-smeared military flashlight.
It hit the steel frame a few times on the way down and finally fell onto the asphalt where its glass lens and light bulb shattered.
“I killed her.”
“…”
Accelerator remained silent for a second at that quick comment.
Komaba frowned.
“You’re taking this peacefully… This isn’t the kind of person I was told you were. So you really have changed. Loners usually don’t hesitate at times like this. And they end up dying because they try to stand up to me. I’m well past the point where I worry about how to clean up a corpse…”
“I see.” Accelerator smiled slightly as he spoke. “Did you know that people who stand up to me tend to end up as mincemeat?”
Still smiling, he moved his hand to the switch on the back of his neck.
“Hoo…” Komaba exhaled. “If you’re going to try to act cool, at least be battle ready before hand…”
“You do realize you’re talking to Academy City’s strongest Level 5, right?”
“…Confronting monsters like you is what Skill Out does best.”
Komaba tapped the back of his neck with his pointer finger.
“That electrode…is a transmitter for some kind of electronic information, isn’t it?”
“Tch!!” Accelerator clicked his tongue and flipped the switch for the electrode.
He altered the vectors for his legs. The asphalt beneath his feet cracked and he shot like a rocket towards the fourth floor where Komaba was standing.
But Komaba was faster.
He pulled what looked like a spray can from his pocket and hit it with a whip-like kick. His kick was delivered with a force one wouldn’t expect from a normal person and it tore the metal can to pieces like it was made of paper. Its contents scattered through the air.
The contents were thin sheets of metal about the size of the lead to a mechanical pencil. They glittered in the dim back alley. They were composed of two thin wings so they looked like tiny helicopter rotors.
Hundreds of these thin sheets of metal stopped in midair while slowly rotating like bamboo copters.
“…These are a type of radio jamming weapon called Chaff Seeds. …They use a micro motor to float in the air using the structure of the seeds of plants in the Dipterocarpaceae family…”
Komaba’s expression remained unchanged as he spoke.
“I originally had this to knock out Anti-Skill radios.”
“!!”
Accelerator’s power of ascent suddenly stopped.
He didn’t reach the 4th floor Komaba was on; he fell down and landed on the framework of the third floor.
Even his reflection ability must have been knocked out, because pain spread through his back like it would for a normal person.
“Gh..ah!?”
He let out a cry, but he didn’t have room to writhe around.
“I had seen something like that just a bit before.”
When he heard the quiet voice come from above him, Accelerator quickly looked up.
“The teleporter who attacked had something like that on her back… Hers probably works differently than yours and I don’t know exactly why the two of you are wearing them… But I’m betting they assist you with your powers.”
A shadow stretched out.
Komaba jumped down from the 4th floor aiming for Accelerator’s gut with both his feet.
If that hit him, his organs would rupture.
He had a handgun, but that giant body wouldn’t stop if he shot it.
“Tch! Fucker!!”
Accelerator gave up trying to attack, brought his arms and legs in, and rolled like a ball backwards on the narrow frame.
Komaba’s feet landed forcefully in the spot Accelerator had just been in.
A loud dull noise came from the metal.
Stopping his roll, Accelerator brought his handgun up and fired in response, but Komaba moved his upper body dodging the 3 shots fired. He wasn’t watching the bullets; he was keeping away from the barrel.
The cartridges that smelled of fireworks fell all the way to the ground.
“…How unsightly.” A smile spread across Komaba’s face. “If your powers were perfect, you wouldn’t need a gun…And you wouldn’t have avoided my attack.”
(God damn it. I just have to stop his movements by shooting him in the lower back!!)
Accelerator gritted his teeth and altered his aim. But…
“Heh… Don’t fall off.”
As he spoke, Komaba brought his foot down and the 3rd floor framework broke in half like a tree branch.
(…!? That strength…!!)
No normal human could produce that attack and Komaba was Level 0. That meant he must have some kind of equipment supporting him.
“…Kh!!”
As his already unstable footing slanted to the side, Accelerator’s aim strayed a good ways from Komaba. And before he could bring it back, Komaba’s gigantic body was headed for him.
(I still can’t use my powers!!)
The numerous glittering metal Chaff Seeds were still floating in the air like bamboo copters. They were spread evenly all throughout the area, so trying to brush them away with his hand wasn’t going to help much.
Accelerator clicked his tongue as Komaba Ritoku approached.
There was a roaring wind.
Even with the unstable footing, Komaba had moved a few meters in an instant.
And…
He was using his powerful leg to attack with a crushing kick.
“!!”
Accelerator immediately twisted his body, but that leg knocked his gun off of the frame. Komaba had been aiming for the gun the whole time. His speed had been too fast to react to.
“…You’re going to burst open and paint this area red.”
Komaba pulled a handgun of his own from his belt. It was a large handgun with an odd form that had two thick magazines sticking into it just in front of the trigger.
This wasn’t an attack Accelerator could avoid by moving his head to the side.
(Shit!!)
He prepared himself and jumped with all his might to the side and then right off the framework.
The 2nd floor was next.
But since he dove off without looking, he messed up the timing on his landing and struck the framework without being able to soften the blow. He fell down another floor because of it. The impact made a dull noise. He had partially landed once partway down, but he had fallen to the ground from the 3rd floor all the same. The pain was more than one could bear just by gritting one’s teeth. And for someone who left everything to his powers instead of training his body like Accelerator, it was even worse.
“Gwaaaah!!” Accelerator yelled while holding the top of his shoulder.
Komaba ignored his scream and pulled the trigger.
As he rolled on the dirty ground, Accelerator somehow managed to avoid the bullet.
The power of the bullet was much greater than a normal one. It pierced a steel frame partway down and the thick piece of metal exploded from the inside. The frame was transformed into a large number of small metal pieces and they rained down on Accelerator. He was rolling on the ground, but he still received small tears on his skin.
“Tch!!”
Accelerator searched the ground with his gaze looking for something.
(…! There it is!!)
He grabbed his handgun that Komaba had kicked down.
He rolled onto his back, held the gun up in both hands, aimed towards the framework above, and pulled the trigger.
The gunshot rang out.
But Komaba wasn’t there. The bullet flew through empty space and hit the edge of one of the plastic sheets covering the sky. The bullet must have hit the clasp because the sheet blew to the side.
“Checkmate…”
Accelerator heard this monotonous voice that sounded like the written words were being expelled from the speaker’s mouth coming from a blind spot diagonally up from his position.
Komaba must have already moved to a different frame.
“I give you one final choice… Where do you want me to shoot you when I kill you?”
“…So you have a Smart Weapon.”
Accelerator muttered that in annoyance, but it was hard to aim towards Komaba in his state.
He heard the voice coming from outside his vision again.
“My Smart Weapon uses infrared rays to accurately measure the target’s composition, solidity, and distance. …And then it mixes the powder that will cause the most appropriate level of destruction. …Then the plastic instantaneously hardens forming the bullet. It can shoot through a steel plate or it can leave the bullet in a piece of tofu. If you have a way you would prefer to die, tell me now. I am confident that I can create almost any type of death while operating it on manual…”
“I see,” muttered Accelerator.
If Accelerator was defeated here, Komaba Ritoku would trigger Code Orange which would knock out the communications network. Then he would take advantage of the confusion and indiscriminately attack the espers in the area. But nothing would be gained by it. Skill Out just wasn’t powerful enough to gain control of the entirety of Academy City.
That was why they had changed from the original target of their violence and were aiming for an “enemy” they could actually defeat.
They were attacking a low-level “enemy” instead of the Level 5’s and the Board of Directors who they truly hated.
The skin on Accelerator’s face distorted into a smile.
The law of the back alleys was ruled by strong vs. weak instead of good vs. evil. He was so familiar with it, he wanted to vomit. And Accelerator had parted from the world of light and plunged into the depths of GROUP in order to fight that type of law.
Accelerator gritted his teeth.
--Are you trying to rule Skill Out like this?
“In your case, it may be better if you remain suspicious of others’ kind words. Especially if you know the value of what you want to protect.”
--Are you just going to enjoy causing trouble at your own convenience like this?
“No matter how unsightly it may be, you have no choice but to keep paying back every yen, every fraction of a yen, you can. If you keep adding it up, your path will surely open up before you. After all, you have power unlike me. There are plenty of ways you can pay it all back at once.”
--Are you just going to continue bringing misfortune to innocent people like this?
“I’m back, says Misaka as Misaka gives the standard greet-…Ow! Why are you repeatedly chopping me without saying anything!? says Misaka as Misaka holds her head and pretends to cry!!”
(Is he just going to devour other people’s happiness just to vent his own pent up anger and satisfy no one but himself!?)
“Fuck that, you piece of shit!”
And with those words, two guns fired.
And with that the battle was over.
Who won and who lost was as clear as day. Accelerator’s last ray of hope was that his gun was pointed towards somewhere other than the metal Chaff Seeds scattered throughout the air that were obstructing his powers or his target, Komaba.
And Komaba Ritoku’s Smart Weapon was accurately pointed at him from a blind spot. In shogi, that was called a perfect checkmate. It was a situation where his attack couldn’t reach and his opponent’s attack could take his life.
The fired bullet pierced soft flesh.
The bullet from the Smart Weapon tore through the meat of a person’s side. The scraps of clothes torn off were soaked with blood and the weight kept them from floating. The scraps merely fell to the ground.
A second later, a burning pain ran though that side.
But there was no time to even put a hand to the wound.
“Why…?”
The words naturally seeped out.
The taste of blood spread through that mouth and that red liquid spilled from those lips.
“Why is your ‘reflection’ back?”
Looking at Komaba coughing up blood above him on the framework, Accelerator gave a thin smile while still lying on the dirty ground.
“You idiot.”
It was a thin, thin, thin, thin, ever so thin smile.
It was a smile that looked like it had been split open by a razor blade. It was a smile that starved for blood.
“After you scatter that foil called chaff into the air, it jams electromagnetic signals. So the solution was simple. I just had to get those thin sheets of metal out of the air somehow. With ventilation, for example.”
“You…don’t mean…”
Komaba looked up.
One of the various colored plastic sheets that were spread from building to building as a satellite countermeasure was blown out of the way. Accelerator’s bullet had knocked off the clasp.
Due to the sudden wind, the Chaff Seeds had blown well out of formation. They could float under their own power to a certain extent, but it wasn’t enough to stand up to a strong blast of wind. A large hole had been blown in their compact formation from before.
“Now then…”
The sound of the ground being struck was heard.
Accelerator must have altered some vector or other because, from lying on his back, he stood straight up without bending like a door being opened.
“You need to rethink what it means for a Level 0 to pick a fight with a Level 5!!”
“…Tch!!”
Komaba slowly reached for his pocket.
Whether he used his special gun or strong legs, Komaba Ritoku had no chance of winning now that Accelerator’s vector conversion ability was back.
So he must have been trying to disseminate more Chaff Seeds and retreat.
“Too slow!!”
Accelerator kicked some pebbles at his feet.
That was all he did.
Nevertheless, the vector converted pebbles shot strait through Komaba’s palm. A loud roar could be heard after the flesh on his hand was torn open.
“Gwaaaaahhh!?”
The Chaff Seed container Komaba had taken out fell and he crouched down holding the wrist of the hand hit. But that was when he lost his balance. While crouched down, he fell from the 3rd floor frame.
Komaba Ritoku wasn’t going to die from just that. His legs were strong enough to break those steel frames. If he could regain his balance partway down, he could easily make a proper landing.
And for that very reason, Accelerator showed no mercy.
“Ha ha! C’mon, let me have a little more fun!!”
He altered the vectors of his legs and shot forward like a rocket. He grabbed Komaba’s gut just as he was about to land and slammed him into a nearby steel pillar.
He had converted Komaba’s falling vector to one straight ahead.
The thick steel pillar bent unnaturally from the impact. Komaba’s giant body trembled. His cell phone and the reserve Chaff Seed containers came from his pocket and scattered across the ground.
“Gh…bh…!?”
Komaba coughed up blood, but, regardless of whether it was going to reach Accelerator’s face or not, he repelled it to the side so not a single drop landed on him.
He rejected even that.
“Now it’s checkmate. You have no feeling left in your lower body, right?”
“Kh…”
“You did a good job of actually managing to keep your Smart Weapon in your hand through all that. I’ll give you that much. If you want to continue this, go for it. Seeing people kill themselves like that can be quite fun.”
While holding his target by the gut, the edges of Accelerator’s lips lifted up.
“It’s true Level 0’s are weak, but being weak doesn’t make you evil.”
He was enjoying disgracing this man who was on the verge of death.
“People like that are treated like nuisances because it’s always people like you in Skill Out causing the problems. Give you rights? A guarantee of safety? Fucking ridiculous. Can’t you tell you’re strangling yourself by doing things like that?”
“…Heh.”
All his teeth were stained red, but Komaba still laughed.
“Here’s a…hypothetical question…” he said in his voice that sounded like copy paper was coming from his mouth. “These ‘harmless Level 0’s’ you’re talking about… If attacking them for no reason became popular among you rotten espers…what would you do?”
Accelerator’s eyelids closed slightly out of disinterest.
“Problems with a person’s personality aren’t taken into account when it comes to whether they get powers or not… There are some people who have powerful abilities but are weak people. These horrible people can do nothing but gloat about it. …I have seen dozens of espers like that who are nothing beyond their powers.”
Komaba Ritoku didn’t beg for his life; he merely looked Accelerator in the eye as he spoke.
Skill Out.
That group was originally created in order to protect themselves from powerful espers.
“And if…it became popular among those people to play a game where they hunted down Level 0’s who weren’t part of an organization like Skill Out…what would you do?”
There was something glowing on the ground.
It was Komaba Ritoku’s cell phone that had fallen when he had struck the steel pillar. The phone had unfolded when it hit the ground and light was coming from the standby screen.
The screen showed a low-resolution photo.
It was of a small elementary school aged girl and Komaba Ritoku standing uncomfortably next to her.
It was a scene far removed from the Skill Out and the back alleys.
Perhaps Komaba had gone to a lot of effort to distance himself from that kind of thing for that photo.
(This bastard…)
The reorganization of Skill Out.
The objective of this incident and its result.
What Komaba Ritoku had with him.
“Heh. I knew if I kept taking out-of-place actions it would eventually end like this…”
Accelerator lifted his head when he heard Komaba’s voice.
“But I got to see something good in the end. I suppose it all worked out…”
Komaba looked at Accelerator’s expression and smiled with his blood-covered mouth.
What exactly had Komaba taken from the change in the look on that Level 5’s face?
With slow motions, Komaba pointed his gun right between Accelerator’s eyes.
“It seems…you and I are living under similar circumstances.”
A gunshot shook the area.
Accelerator’s “reflection” made no exceptions. The bullet bounced back and flew back into the Smart Weapon’s barrel. The iron weapon was smashed to pieces from the inside and the bullet continued on its path and hit Komaba’s face. And with that Komaba Ritoku’s face was gone. There was a raw noise. The torn pieces looked like a bowl with chipped edges. It looked like a crude container with skin and hair on it that had only brains inside.
Accelerator saw it from point-blank range.
He saw it from closer than anyone else.
“…”
He let go.
The body fell to the ground and the arms and legs bent limply and remained stuck where they were. Komaba wasn’t going to say anything more. He had been a troublesome enemy when he stood in Accelerator’s path, but all resistance had left him.
And Accelerator’s job was over.
His first job had been completed without a hitch.
Accelerator and Musujime's trash talk:
Spoiler for ss volume 1 skill out:
“Keh.” Accelerator made a noise of annoyance. “I know you’re alive, Musujime Awaki.”
After he spoke, he heard footsteps coming from farther into the back alley.
“I was watching from a window for some of it, but when did you notice me?”
“Heh. It was obvious you were there.”
In order to avoid Komaba Ritoku’s gunshots, he had jumped from the 2nd story of the framework.
Accelerator had retrieved his gun from the ground afterwards and counterattacked. However, when he thought about it now, it was obvious that that was just too much good fortune. It was pretty unlikely that his gun would be within reach after he fell. Musujime Awaki had used Move Point to move it within reach.
“Don’t interfere in other people’s fights.”
“Oh? Is that any way to talk to the person that saved your life?”
“…Do you want me to kill you?”
“Right back at you.”
A thin smile appeared on Musujime’s face and she got so close he could feel her breath on his face.
Her eyes were open so wide they looked like dinner plates.
“Did you forget? The only reason I’m here is because you interfered with my fight on that day. If it weren’t for you, I could have hidden and gotten more people to help me. Then I could have attacked the facility my comrades are restrained in and rescued them.”
The smile on her face looked like it was slicing her head in two as she slowly spoke.
“Heh. Heh heh. If you use your powers to help me with my work in GROUP and my comrades are released as a result, I’ll forgive you. But if you get in my way, you’re dead. Make sure your value to me doesn’t fall any farther. If you don’t you’ll have corkscrews all over your body.”
“Shut the fuck up, woman.” Accelerator cracked his neck as he responded. “You’re the one that doesn’t understand. You’re the one that got so upset just because I smashed some of your luggage. Try and get this in that defective brain of yours. If you waste even a second of my life, you’re going to be nothing more than a stain in a back alley.”
“…”
“…”
The two stared at each other for a bit, but then a car horn sounded multiple times with short intervals between. It seemed the black garbage truck had arrived at the entrance to the alley.
The tension between them disappeared when they heard that.
“Fucking ridiculous,” Accelerator spat out.
“You’ve got that right,” Musujime Awaki nodded and stepped back.
It wasn’t time for that yet.
“How did you trick Komaba?”
“It was actually quite easy. Because his legs were so powerful, he wasn’t going to leave a corpse. So I used a dumpster as a shield. It was behind a restaurant, so it had a pig bones and organs in it.”
“I used Move Point to move myself, so I did vomit once partway through,” she added.
To add more detail, she had apparently wrapped some hair she had pulled out with Move Point around her flashlight. She could teleport something as particular as specific hairs, but she still found moving herself difficult.
“…So you used a dumpster full of organs that just happened to be there. That was lucky.”
“Yes, it was. I would have just used something else as a shield had I not been so lucky. I could have used one of the other Skill Out members. I do consider it fortunate that I didn’t have to do that.”
Musujime picked her flashlight up from next to the corpse.
“You did quite a number on him,” she said in a disinterested voice. “Unabara called you, right? What did he say?”
“He said to get on the garbage truck that was coming. I said I’d go back on my own.”
Musujime gave a puzzled look at that.
“Oh? Do you have somewhere you want to go? It’s a bit too soon for lunch.”
“That elegant-acting man asked me that too, but it’s nothing much.”
Accelerator had another cell phone in his hand.
It was a plastic electronic device that was covered in the blood of a man who was now gone.
The standby screen showed a young girl smiling.
And when he pressed a few buttons, a number of phone numbers appeared.
The entry category was “People Requiring Special Attention in Regards to Attacks on Level 0’s”.
He looked through the entries.
As he did, he relaxed and spoke.
“I still have a job left to do. A special bonus job.”
Kanzaki and the washing machine, part 2:
Spoiler for ss volume 1 russian roulette:
“Agh! If it’s not one thing, it’s another!!”
Kanzaki stood up and ran out of the dining hall.
She didn’t know exactly where the scream had come from, but she knew the general direction, so she intently ran down the hallway.
She spotted Agnese Sanctis sitting on the floor outside the changing room.
As Kanzaki approached, Agnese pointed towards the changing room while still sitting down.
“Th-the washing machine… The washing machine…”
An unpleasant noise came from Kanzaki’s temple when she heard Agnese’s broken up words.
It was that washing machine again.
It had caused a problem before breakfast and now it was causing another one before the previous one could be dealt with.
Her head was full of thoughts on the war and people saying she had fallen in love and now it was the washing machine again.
(Is that thing really some detestable high-tech AI spy sent by Academy City!? I can’t imagine it would cause this many problems otherwise!!)
Kanzaki entered the changing room with enough intensity that she felt she would simply chop the thing in two with Shichiten Shichitou if it caused any more problems.
The bath was a large type that was rarely seen in the West and the changing room was large as well. She knew the washing machine should be in a corner of the changing room along with a scale.
She turned her gaze in that direction.
Academy City’s useless piece of trash of a washing machine that had taken the color out of her yukata’s obi and malfunctioned while washing a futon was…
Making a loud washing noise.
It was properly washing the futon that had been stuffed inside it.
“Wha-…?”
Kanzaki had trouble breathing.
The washing machine was sold as being quiet, so it was irregular for it to be making this much noise. That meant that it was forcing itself to move. It was over its designed maximum load and had been ordered to go through an operation far from its normal operating environment. Even so, it had endured and endured and endured and was finally carrying out its task of washing an entire futon.
(Amazing…)
All strength left Kanzaki’s body and she fell to her knees on the changing room floor.
Her feelings of anger had turned to ones of raging embarrassment.
(I was just reflecting on my own immaturity, and now this…)
That washing machine had had a giant futon there was no way it could wash stuffed inside of it, had nevertheless had its switch turned on, and had Kanzaki give up on it and leave. And yet it had been working on its own the entire time since. It had endured the pain and suffering continuing to do what it should and it had finally accomplished its supposedly impossible task. And yet she had been about ready to cut it in two…
The washing machine said nothing.
Its AI had no conversation functionality, so that was obvious.
But Kanzaki Kaori heard it nonetheless.
She heard the voice of the washing machine.
“Kanzaki-san. I did it.”
“~ ~ ~ ~!!”
Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.
No words came to her. She merely threw Shichiten Shichitou aside and embraced the square body of the washing machine like it was a long-lost family member.
Accel and Misuzu:
Spoiler for ss volume 1 the two leading roles:
In Academy City, ten at night was relatively late.
This was because the city’s trains and busses stopped running after all of the students were supposed to have left school. In some places, stores would close at that time too, so it seemed that the only stores open were ones geared towards adults.
Because members of Anti-Skill who functioned as both teachers and the security forces were patrolling the city, students who weren’t prepared to get scolded would stay in their dorms.
For that same reason, Academy City was full of delinquents at night so a normal student could easily get caught up in some small bit of trouble if he went walking around then.
In one of those streets, the sound of a cane tapping against the ground could be heard.
It was Accelerator.
(Ahhh… Dealing with that leftover work kept me out pretty late…)
He was not returning to Yomikawa Aiho’s apartment.
He was registered as a first year at Nagaten Jouki Academy, but he wasn’t going to one of that academy’s dorms either.
He was heading for a building that was referred to within GROUP as the “Nap Room”.
It wasn’t required for members of GROUP to sleep there. Apparently, Tsuchimikado Motoharu attended a normal high school and lived in a student dorm and Musujime Awaki was living as a freeloader with some nosy woman teacher. Unabara Mitsuki hadn’t said anything about his living arrangements, but it seemed he had his own place. As long as they didn’t do anything too noticeable in the open, they had some freedom as to their basic activities. At the very least, the higher ups hadn’t complained about where the GROUP members were living.
Accelerator didn’t care where the other members were or what they were doing, but he was sure they had to be thinking the same thing he was. Simply put, he would have no problem if the organization called GROUP was destroyed so long as it didn’t damage him any.
(That would make this all easier.)
It was past the point where they could conspire together and change things for the better.
“…Tch. I guess I’ll stop by a convenience store and buy some coffee…”
The can he was currently drinking was pretty much empty so he started walking in a different direction to go get a new one. He headed towards the convenience store on the first floor of a nearby building as if he was being attracted by the various fluorescent lights that made up the scenery of Academy City at night.
“Uhh…Uhhhhnnn…”
A voice that sounded like someone talking in their sleep came from next to him.
But there shouldn’t have been anyone there. After all, there was only a red mailbox there. And that metal mailbox that made one question its usefulness in that age of email was clearly not a bed.
And yet…
“U-ugyahh…I don’t feel so gooood…”
A strange drunk woman was clinging to the mailbox’s support post like it was a dakimakura and rubbing her cheek against it.
She looked like she was a college student. She was wearing a simple shirt and slender black slacks, but they were probably some expensive brand. Also, a small handbag that couldn’t have held anything more than a wallet had fallen to the ground a little bit away from her. Everything about her was screaming “Attack me, dumbass!”. She seemed so “welcoming” in that way that it made you not want to try to help her.
Accelerator was about to ignore her and head into the convenience store, but..
(Hm? Her face looks familiar…?)
He suddenly stopped.
He looked closer at that drunk college student’s face. He looked at her shoulder-length light brown hair and the well-proportioned lines of her face. Her eyes were closed so he couldn’t tell, but he easily guessed that her eyes would be filled with excess energy. Her height and proportions were completely different, but oddly enough that girl still came to mind.
She obviously couldn’t be part of Last Order’s family.
Clone espers did not have families.
(…Who is she? Don’t tell me this is just a coincidence…)
Accelerator couldn’t help but be curious and he was staring at the woman’s face from close by.
“Yaaawwn… Yes, yes. I’m Misaka Misuzu-saaan…”
Just when he saw her eyes suddenly open, the drunk grabbed onto him. She moved slowly, but Accelerator used a cane.
They both fell down onto the dirty road.
The woman was grabbing him around the waist, but she didn’t seem to notice.
“My hobbies are number theory and studying. My special skill is swimming and my boobs are 91 cm… Oh, whoops. I’m married. C’mooon, don’t touch me so familiarly, it’s rude to papa.”
As she spoke, she pushed Accelerator to the side and sat on the ground a bit away. For a second, he felt the urge to shoot her in the head, but…
“Huh…? Where’s the Dangai University database center? Hey, white guuuy. Do you know?”
She was completely drunk.
She probably would have said the same thing to anyone, be it the Chairman of the Board of Directors or the President of the United States.
(Th-this is so fucking stupid that I’d be an idiot to pay her any heed. I just need to go and buy my coffee. Fuck dealing with that woman.)
Accelerator stood up while supporting his weight on his cane and wiped the dirt of off his pants with one hand. He then sighed and started to leave.
“Heeey, don’t be like that. Don’t ignore me, white guuuy…”
The drunk grabbed on to his ankles.
Accelerator fell again with a yell.
The strange drunk climbed on top of him and spoke.
“Hey, white guuuy. I’m the kinda person that’ll kiss anyone – boy or girl – if they’re younger than meee.”
“Quit blathering on about meaningless shit!!” Accelerator yelled back without thinking, but then realized what he had done.
Now that he had actually acknowledged that lonely drunk’s existence, he saw a most unpleasant smile appear on her face.
“Like I said… Do you know where the Dangai University database center is? Misuzu-san has to do some studying theeere. I’ve got reports piling up after allll. Bwaaah…”
The strong stench of alcohol slowly surrounded Accelerator.
“Why the fuck would I know that!? Go call a taxi or something!!”
“Ahhn. How do I do thaaat?”
Luckily, a taxi happened to be coming by. Accelerator had been pushed to the ground and had someone clinging to him, but he still managed to get his hand in the air and wave it vigorously.
The taxi slowly stopped and the driver, a middle-aged man, jumped out.
“A-are you okay!? Did something happen!?”
“…If anything else happens here to annoy me, I’m going to beat everyone here to death…” Accelerator muttered in a low voice.
He shoved the drunk off of him to the side. He ignored the strange woman saying something about the taxi and yelled at the taxi driver telling him to deal with her. He finally managed to walk off. He no longer cared about the convenience store or a can of coffee. He just wanted to get as far away from that drunk as possible.
Academy City’s strongest esper was human and it seemed there was at least one thing he had trouble dealing with.
That’s what that drunk woman collapsed in the road had said.
(…Is it just a coincidence? No.)
Accelerator walked alone down the dark road with his cane and thought.
The provider of Last Order’s genes was Misaka Mikoto…but that wasn’t her. So that must have been her older sister. If she was in Academy City, she may have been some kind of esper, but he hadn’t heard anything about that. But since he didn’t really care about others, he didn’t know very many details about other espers.
However, there was one thing he found odd.
(Her clothes. Elmo, Az, Scale, Losib, and her perfume is a new Zero Plus product…Wait, aren’t those all for teens? Well, she was still covered in brand name clothes and all from companies outside of Academy City. The fact that not a single thing came from here is odd.)
It was conceivable that someone would order an entire outfit from a brand they really, really liked, but that drunk’s clothes were all from different brands. The shirt, the slacks, the belt, the shoes, and the handbag were all different as if she had thrown a bunch of things she liked together. It didn’t look like she was particularly picky about the brands she wore.
But then one would expect for there to be at least one thing from within Academy City.
Since there weren’t any…
(It’s possible she came from outside.)
While he thought, Accelerator was purposefully choosing paths people rarely went down even though not many people were out at night.
(Then why is she here? She said something about needing to go to the Dangai University database center, but would they really let someone in for that while preparing for a war? They’re not only thoroughly checking the background of any guests, but they’re doing it to the delivery workers too. So does that woman have some other reason to be here?)
A reason.
A reason for someone in the Misaka family to be here at this time.
It could very well have to do with the original, Misaka Mikoto. Or…
(…It could have to do with that kid.)
“Tch,” Accelerator clicked his tongue and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket.
He opened the address book and moved the cursor to the entry only labeled as “Entry 3” and pressed the call button.
It was the number of his fellow GROUP member Tsuchimikado Motoharu.
He put the phone to his ear and it connected without even ringing.
“Accelerator. Do you need something?”
A polite male voice answered. But Accelerator’s eyes widened when he heard it. It wasn’t Tsuchimikado Motoharu’s voice and the speech pattern was completely different.
(So they cut in on the call.)
“You bastard. I’m assuming you’re the guy in charge of GROUP.”
“I can answer any questions you might have.”
“Tch. …I’ve got nothing to ask you. I can handle my own problems. So quit commanding us like you’re our fucking guardian. You’re gonna get your eyes gouged out.”
“Oh, I see. Well, that’s too bad. There was a matter I was hoping I could inform you of if you weren’t busy.”
“Ah?”
“It’s about Misaka Misuzu-sama. Although, I suppose you would need more than just a name.”
“…”
Accelerator looked around.
Nothing about the night-time street seemed out of the ordinary.
(Did someone give them the information or are they watching from a satellite…?)
“And who is this Misaka Misuzu? Is she related to Railgun?”
“Yes, she is. And this is perfect timing, things are just starting.”
(What?)
Accelerator frowned.
With a boom, a sudden explosion lit up a certain part of the city with a red light.
It was fairly distant. The sound came a few seconds after the light.
Accelerator turned in that direction with the phone still pressed against his ear.
An unnatural light was flickering near the building-covered horizon.
“That Misaka Misuzu-sama applied for permission to use the Dangai University database center, so we have attacked it. She is the only one using it and a few private guards have been confirmed to be there, but, well, it’s within what we’re allowed to do. All of the main data is backed up over the network, so there is no need to worry about any losses there.”
“Attacked?”
“Yes.”
“…Who is this Misaka? She isn’t some professional agent, is she?”
“As you may have guessed, Misaka Misuzu-sama is Miss Misaka Mikoto’s mother. Her background check was clean. So you need not worry about that.”
(Her mother?)
Accelerator recalled Misuzu’s face and a dubious expression appeared on his face.
But what bothered him more was…
“Why are you attacking her mother? And her background check was clean? What the hell are you doing?”
“An ordinary person can be dangerous in her own way. Now I’m getting to the heart of the matter I mentioned before that I wanted to inform you of.” The voice on the phone spoke quietly. “Do you know what a recovery exercise is?”
“It’s that thing that’s been happening a lot lately. Academy City might be becoming a battlefield, so parents are coming to take their kids somewhere safe.”
“That reasoning itself is nothing more than foolishness brought about by a complete lack of understanding of the situation of this country’s defenses, but it is still a problem. Having a great number of students leave Academy City is a problem for a number of reasons.”
“…”
Why was that a problem?
Did they not want to let go of the students who could fight a war for them?
Did they not want their research samples to be leaked outside of the city?
(That isn’t it.)
He was speaking with the person “above” GROUP. Someone like that wouldn’t have a normal opinion. If it was a problem for them, it had to be a problem relating to some deeper plan.
For instance…
There were the various pieces of things behind the scenes he had caught a glimpse of on September 30th. Things like Kihara Amata, Hound Dog, that giant winged monster, the virus injected in Last Order, and that silent attack on Academy City.
“Misaka Misuzu-sama is a parent attempting to carry out a recovery exercise. We know that she is not intentionally causing a problem for us, but an accidental problem is still a problem. It has to be stopped here.”
That drunk’s face came to the surface of Accelerator’s mind for an instant.
She was an irritating woman, but that was no reason to drag her down into the world of darkness.
But it was too late.
The explosion had already occurred. Misaka Misuzu had most likely been blown to pieces in the first blast.
However, the voice over the phone spoke.
“You will join in too, Accelerator.”
“What?”
“I’m saying you can earn quite a bit here. Skill Out was hired to take care of this, but…their performance is lacking. It had been concluded that bringing a problem like this to GROUP was too dangerous from an exposure point of view, but that thinking appears to have backfired. If you assist us here, your points will go up quite a bit. It will be the first step towards making up for the losses on September 30th. You want to pay back the around 8 trillion yen you owe as soon as possible, right?”
“…”
Accelerator thought about it.
If the person on the other end of the phone wasn’t screwing with him, Misaka Misuzu was still alive.
“No, thanks.” He responded. “Skill Out? You really want me to do odd jobs along with those Level 0 fuckers? And I don’t need to bow down to accommodate someone like you. I’m not here because of that debt.”
As he spoke, he checked the choker-style electrode on his neck.
He had had a bit of fun earlier, but the battery still had plenty of time left.
It was more than enough to take care of one little Skill Out group.
He was going to save Misaka Misuzu.
That was his natural decision. It was the same feeling he had had during the incident with Kihara Amata. A tiny life was in danger from an unreasonably large power. It almost made him laugh how unpleasant a feeling it was. It made him want to beat the shit out of the people who brought about the situation. It reminded him of when he had fought for Last Order.
Even though he was of the darkness.
“Someone like you may not understand, but my life is my own. I don’t give a fuck what you expect me to do. I decide what I do. I’m not your tool. Got it?”
“Is that so? If you aren’t going to do the job, then just come on home.” The voice on the phone sounded a bit discouraged. “I’ll take care of your power until you make it back.”
The electrode on his neck gave a strange beep.
(Wha…t!?)
Accelerator hurriedly put his hand up to the switch, but there was no reaction. There was nothing more than a clicking noise. He couldn’t switch between normal mode and powered mode.
“You put something in my electrode!!”
“Oh, is there something you need your powers for?”
“Tch,” he clicked his tongue.
In order for GROUP’s technical team to improve the battery, his choker-style electrode had been confiscated temporarily, but they must have messed with its internal workings in that time. The person over the phone most likely had a safety device that he could freely operate remotely.
Don’t trust us.
Accelerator now had an idea what Tsuchimikado Motoharu’s words from earlier that day had meant.
“If you have no more questions, I’ll be going. Good night, Accelerator.”
The connection ended.
“Hmph,” Accelerator made an uninterested noise.
(Excellent. Now I feel like doing this even more.)
There was a villainous look in his eyes.
Accelerator put his phone back in his pocket and gritted his teeth.
(…All I can use is my handgun and I have about 50 shots left. I have no idea what Skill Out has in regards to numbers or equipment, but I bet I can get that drunk out of there with this.)
It was a tricky situation, but at least it wasn’t as bad as when he had taken on Kihara Amata’s Hound Dog. Skill Out could take on a normal esper with weapons, but they hadn’t had professional training.
The biggest problem was Misuzu.
The attack was already underway. A group of Level 0’s – or rather, a group of delinquents equipped with weapons and self-defense items – would be enough of a threat for a normal person. It was possible she could even be killed before he got there.
“…”
For an instant, Komaba Ritoku’s face appeared in the back of his mind, but he ignored it.
He had no reason to be remembering a villain taking out-of-place actions.
He had made up his mind and he was going to charge in there.
That was all.
(Tch. I just need to get this pain-in-the-ass problem over with as soon as I can.)
The attack was taking place at Dangai University’s database center.
It was a few kilometers away. As he used a cane, he had no choice but to find a vehicle somewhere. As he headed for a major road…
The back of a certain boy dashed by Accelerator.
“…”
He recognized the boy.
In fact, there was no way he could ever forget him.
He had a medium build and black spiky hair and was clenching his right fist. He was talking with someone on his cell phone while heading toward the blazing site of the attack. It was obvious what he was going there to do. It would have been harder to not figure it out.
(That…bastard!!)
Either Accelerator was in the shadows or that boy was completely focused on the database center, because he didn’t seem to notice Accelerator at all. If they had run into each other there, they probably would have gotten into a fight to the death. That was how strong an opponent he was.
Accelerator shook his head trying to refocus.
(Tch. This isn’t the time for that. I need to destroy Skill Out here. I don’t give a fuck what those people “above” want. I have no duty to do what they say. I just need to think about how I can solve this with only 50 bullets.)
He gritted his teeth and started walking with his cane.
Misaka Mikoto’s mother.
He had no reason to interfere with her life, but she still had a connection with that kid. A Radio Noise clone had no physical parents and Misuzu probably didn’t even know about that small life that had been created, but there was still a connection between her and that kid.
The two would most likely never meet (it would be a problem if they did), but that didn’t mean he should just let her die. That connection was probably something that mustn’t be lost here even if neither of them would ever know about the other.
Accelerator was a villain.
However, he did not put restrictions on himself because he was a villain. He threw away the preconceived notions that an evil person could not save a good person or those who were not good people couldn’t advance along the righteous path.
(Now then…)
Academy City’s strongest esper came out to a major road, stared at the headlights of a taxi wandering around looking for drunk customers, and gave a thin smile.
(I’m not going to be doing out of character things with a serious look on my face. I’ll save her in the way that’s furthest from what one would call “saving”. There’s going to be blood everywhere.)
Unintended teamwork:
Spoiler for ss volume 1 the two leading roles:
When Accelerator entered the main domed facility, he started by shooting everyone holding a gun. First, he aimed his gun at one of the two men standing near Misuzu, a man with chains wrapped around his arms and legs, and casually pulled the trigger.
A dry gunshot rang out.
Seeing the man being blown to the side with blood spewing from his body, Misuzu gave a short scream.
Humans were quite inconvenient.
No matter how big they got, a mere 9mm hole could take them out.
“Y-you bastard!!” the remaining Skill Out member yelled and aimed his gun towards Accelerator.
However, he hid behind the steel door, let a few bullets come, and then sprayed back some bullets of his own.
The man who had cuts in his shirt and pants hid behind a desk, but Accelerator silenced him by shooting straight through the desk.
(Now then…The only Skill Out member left is…)
“Him.”
Accelerator aimed and fired towards a dark figure that was dragging Misuzu by the arm towards one of the doors.
“Waaaaahhhh!?”
He heard a loud yell, but the bullets passed a bit to the side of the figure. Accelerator must have been worried about hitting Misuzu as she was next to the target. His aim had clearly been lacking.
In order to escape Accelerator’s aim, the figure continued running along with Misuzu. Apparently, raising his hands above his heads and stopping never even occurred to the guy.
“Tch,” Accelerator clicked his tongue. “Heh, now this is interesting… You’ve got guts to not give up on your job after all this.”
A smile sliced its way across Accelerator’s mouth and he aimed after adjusting his grip on his handgun.
“You’re just a fucking failure! I might as well scrap you here!!
“Shut up, you asshole! What did Misuzu-san do!? You Skill Out bastards just targeted an innocent woman and then started fighting amongst yourselves!! Just kill yourselves off and don’t bother us!!” Accelerator heard a whining voice, but he concentrated on pulling the trigger instead of listening to it. But Misuzu’s back was in the way so he couldn’t fire.
And then the two had reached a different exit to the building.
Accelerator scratched his temple with the barrel of his gun.
(…Wait? You Skill Out bastards?)
He thought about the words he had just heard.
(Did he think I was one of them? So he wasn’t one of them? I thought Misaka Misuzu was the only person that was supposed to be using this facility… Was he part of Judgment?)
It also bothered him that the guy hadn’t returned fire with a gun. Also, his movements hadn’t seemed like those of someone who had gone through Anti Skill or Judgment training.
(It’s also odd that he knew Misaka Misuzu’s name… Well, I guess it wasn’t necessarily someone that knew her. Skill Out may have been told the name of their target.)
For some reason, Accelerator fired his gun after them a few times and then headed further into the domed facility.
“Now then…”
He decided to chase after Misuzu and the figure that had run off with her.
He didn’t know who that guy was, but, even if the guy was with Skill Out, he probably wasn’t going to kill her before he got to a safe place judging from the fact that he hadn’t just shot her and ran off. And since no counterattack came when Accelerator entered the domed facility, he really must not have had a gun.
Which meant…
(I just have to catch him and finish this before he gets off of the database center grounds.)
After deciding on that, he heard a number of footsteps approaching from a number of different directions.
They must have heard the firefight.
It looked like he wasn’t going to be able to continue on easily.
(I need to fall back and take them out from there. These business desks won’t block bullets.)
Looking for a place to fight, Accelerator looked around the area, but then his head suddenly stopped.
There were 3 pieces of trash collapsed in the domed area.
And yet there were 4 handguns on the floor.
Enter, third hero:
Spoiler for ss volume 1 the two leading roles:
Kamijou and Misuzu left the main domed facility and headed to one of the smaller rectangular buildings via one of the linking passageways. They managed to get outside through an emergency exit there.
There had been onlookers gathered at the main entrance, but no one was out by this back entrance.
Kamijou spoke while still pulling on Misuzu’s hand.
“We should find somewhere with a lot of people. There are onlookers and Anti-Skill out front, so we should be safe if we circle around to there.”
“Sigh. Why are boys always like this? I end up relying on you from the very beginning to the very end. As a parent, I’m supposed to be the guardian.”
Misuzu seemed a bit down, but it would have been hard not to be given what had happened. Kamijou certainly didn’t want to have to do all that again.
Because of this, he decided to urge her forward rather than criticizing her.
“Hurry. We managed to get outside, but there are still some of them left. If we get attacked again here, it’s back to square one.”
“I know, I know. Please just hold my hand and escort me.”
Hearing that, Kamijou suddenly became embarrassed. He started to let go of her hand, but Misuzu strengthened her grip.
It looked like she was teasing him, but she might have actually been afraid.
Kamijou continued to walk through the database center grounds.
The dome was about 50 meters in diameter and, even with the surrounding buildings, it wasn’t that big. It would only take a few minutes to walk around to the main entrance. The most dangerous part was getting out of the building, so he felt safer than his words had let on. Unless they were up against people who would kill the onlookers along with them, Skill Out would give up on their own once the two of them made it to the main entrance.
But…
“Don’t move.”
A figure was standing blocking the path to the main entrance.
It was the guy Kamijou had hit with the bulletproof glass back in the dome. He must have come to shortly afterwards. Because his nose piercing had been ripped out, he had some dark red blood on him. He hadn’t really had a chance, but Kamijou really should have tied him up after knocking him out.
“Don’t move… Who the hell are you? Why did you have to show up at a time like this? Was that job a fake? Were we set up?”
Kamijou frowned at those words.
“Job?”
“What the hell kind of question is that? You know full well what I’m talking about. Komaba was killed forcing me to take command in his place. I had to clean up for him. I had no choice but to make it up to ‘them’ to keep us from being wiped out in the operation to take back control of the back alleys. …Shit. You were planning on using us and taking us out afterwards this whole time, weren’t you!!”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Kamijou tried to sort out the fragments of ideas this man was saying and responded.
“I came here because she called me. I don’t know what you’re imagining, but this isn’t that complicated.”
After hearing that, the man’s mouth fell open.
Then he gave a small laugh.
“Ha ha.”
The laugh held no amusement at all.
“So that’s what happened? We’re all done for here. We’re all going to get taken in by Anti-Skill and the guy at the center of it doesn’t even know what’s going on? My life, the life of Hamazura Shiage, is about to end. This is the finale... I thought I had at least gotten wrapped up in some conspiracy or been dealing with some genius tactician, but I wasn’t even being tricked? Ha ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!”
As he spoke, the man naming himself Hamazura brought his right hand behind his back.
He pulled out a retractable baton that must have been tucked into his belt and forcefully swung it out to full length.
“I can’t fucking stand it. I just need to beat someone to death.”
Hamazura headed straight towards them.
Kamijou pushed Misuzu to the side.
He was one beat slow because of that and heard something slicing through the air. It sounded like a tennis racket being swung and it was, of course, the sound of the baton.
“!!”
He immediately lifted up his left arm to protect his face.
The blow was aimed for his temple and it hit the bottom of his wrist with a dull noise.
A disconcerting groaning vibration went through his bones.
As Kamijou’s face twisted in pain, Hamazura jabbed his knee into Kamijou’s gut.
A loud noise like a drum being hit could be heard.
“Gh…ah!!”
Air escaped Kamijou’s mouth.
The shock caused the objects stuck into his belt to fall to the ground. These objects were the stun gun, the baton, etc. that he had taken from the Skill Out members he had defeated.
(Damn it. Imagine Breaker is no help against a Level 0!!)
Kamijou gritted his teeth and quickly leaned over to pick the stun gun up from the damp ground. But…
“Did you really think I’d let you do that?”
Hamazura stomped full force on Kamijou’s hand as he grabbed the weapon.
There wasn’t enough time to just sit there feeling the dull pain.
“I know better than anyone how to use this kind of thing!!”
An unpleasant noise rang out.
While standing on Kamijou’s hand, Hamazura had used his other leg to kick Kamijou in the jaw.
“Bh…gah!?”
Kamijou’s consciousness wavered.
At the very least, he hadn’t bitten his tongue.
Kamijou’s body arced backwards and he fell to the ground on his back. Misuzu gave a small scream, but no one was paying any attention to her. Kamijou grabbed some dirt from the ground and threw it at Hamazura’s face.
“!!”
Hamazura protected his face with one hand so he wasn’t blinded, but he still flinched and took a step back.
Kamijou quickly got up to a half-risen posture and tackled Hamazura square in the gut. A loud noise like a door being smashed in came from somewhere near Kamijou’s shoulder.
Hamazura’s legs slid along the ground.
Even so, he did not fall backwards.
(He’s still…!?)
“Sorry, but I’m a Level 0,” came a whispering voice next to Kamijou’s ear.
Hamazura spoke at point-blank range while Kamijou almost looked like he was embracing him.
“To deal with espers in the back alleys, you need to build up a strong body. It’s fucking stupid really. We do the same thing as athletes, but no one praises us for it!!”
As he spoke, he slammed the bottom of his baton into Kamijou’s neck.
A sharp pain unlike any in the fight so far ran along Kamijou’s back bone.
He groaned and Hamazura brought the baton down 2 or 3 more times. Kamijou was swaying and about to fall when Hamazura grabbed his collar with his free hand.
He laughed at point-blank range.
“I see, I see. If you aren’t with ‘them’, then the deal with them is still good. So if I take the target over there’s dead body to them, they might still shelter us. Ha ha ha!!”
However, those words might have been a mistake.
A definite power could be seen in the light in Kamijou’s eyes.
“Try saying that again, dammit!!” Kamijou yelled from his bottom of his gut and aimed for the area between Hamazura’s chin and lower lip with his forehead. With a sound like a flower pot that had been dropped from somewhere high up, Hamazura’s neck bent backwards.
Kamijou then slammed his clenched fist into the top of Hamazura’s nose.
Hamazura’s body arced backwards and fell to the ground.
“Agaaaaahhh!!”
Hamazura rolled on the ground holding his nose and Kamijou tried to kick him. But the damage he had taken must have affected him more than he had thought, because his footing faltered.
“Shit…You have a sloppy way of fighting.”
Hamazura had managed to stand back up.
The previous head butt must have knocked one of his front teeth crooked, because his lips were stained red.
“Enough with the pointless resistance. Just hand over that woman’s body already. That’s the deal. Since Komaba failed, we have nothing left. We have to finish this job…”
Despite all his aggression, his words were oddly frail.
Kamijou frowned, but then figured it out.
He was from a group of Level 0’s who gathered together out of fear of being unilaterally attacked by those stronger than them.
So no matter how strong he was, he wasn’t used to being punched by others.
Realizing that, Kamijou spat out his next words.
“Fuck that.”
As he spoke he realized his words were rather sharp.
“Enough about your job. I’m not going to be killed by someone with no reason to kill who’s treating it like their homework or something. What the hell do you think a human life is? Do you really believe it’s something that has monetary value? How can you be so fucking stupid!?”
“I have no choice. Level 0’s like us can’t live without doing this kind of thing! We get mocked wherever we go and, when we make a place for ourselves, it gets destroyed in the name of making the area look nice. With things like that, what path other than preying on others is there for a Level 0!? Well!?”
Skill Out.
A group of Level 0’s created in the name of self-defense.
To do that, their circumstances must have driven them to it.
It was a spiral of violence and absurdity that remained hidden from public view.
But…
“…Don’t put me in the same category as you.”
“What?”
“I’m telling you not to put all Level 0’s in the same category as pieces of shit like you.”
“You…Wait? What’s your power…? You haven’t used it at all…”
Hamazura wiped blood from his mouth and moved his eyes across Kamijou’s body as he spoke.
Kamijou ignored him and said what he wanted to say.
“Is there a place for Level 0’s? Of course there is! Is there a path for them other than preying on others? Of course there is!! There are Level 0’s all over Academy City. And they go to school like normal, make friends like normal, and just live normal lives! They don’t get mocked wherever they go. You’re the ones that are making a mockery of Level 0’s by thinking that way!!”
“I see… So you’re the same as us…!!”
“I’m not the same. At the very least, I don’t act like you do. I don’t think my lack of power is any reason to attack those who do have power! I may be Level 0, but I have no intention of becoming a ‘minus’ who enjoys tripping up others!!”
“A minus?” Hamazura frowned as he repeated back what Kamijou had said. “You’re saying we’re minuses? Ridiculous. If anyone’s a plus, we are! Just because someone doesn’t have any power, is no reason to reject them. People like us in Skill Out are 100 times better than those that have power but don’t help us at all!!”
“If that’s what you think, have you ever reached out your hand to someone who was asking for help?”
“…!?”
“If you can’t answer, then you’re the same. Fucking ridiculous. Who’s going to help someone who refuses to help people themselves? Who wants to be around someone who assumes they should be happy and never thinks about the happiness of others!? That’s where your problem lies!!
“You people are such idiots,” Kamijou yelled.
This Level 0 was just too weak.
Not only was he weak, he gave excuses for his weakness so he would never grow stronger.
“If you had only used the strength it took to form Skill Out and used it to help those weaker than you, things would have changed for you!! If you had only used that strength you used to fight back against powerful espers to help those in need, the people of Academy City would have accepted you!! I shouldn’t have to tell you this kind of thing!!”
“Shut the fuck up!!” Hamazura’s face distorted as he yelled. “Our Level 0 leader, Komaba Ritoku, lived like that and he died earlier today. He died while trying to protect the weak! In the end, it just isn’t that simple for us. When the dropouts in the back alleys try to do that kind of thing, we just get laughed at!!”
“I see. But that guy must have had something you don’t. I’ve never seen this Komaba guy, but he must have lived in a much wider world than you! Isn’t that why he stayed and fought to the end!? He wouldn’t have called the people he was protecting ‘the weak’; he would have called them his ‘comrades’! Was that Komaba really getting laughed at from all sides? He actually fought to the death for them. If he cared for his comrades enough to protect them like that, he, unlike you, must have been loved by his comrades!!”
“Fuck that…”
Two words seeped from between Hamazura’s lips.
His words were like a pool of filth overflowing.
“You’re mocking us. You’re a Level 0…You don’t have a power…and yet you’re still mocking uuuuuuusssss!!”
Hamazura brought up his baton and ran forward on shaking legs.
Kamijou Touma clenched his fist.
He was no longer afraid of that guy.
Hamazura had been revealed to be not much of a man.
“The reason people mock you has nothing to do with your lack of a power. I’ll show you that now.”
Even though Misuzu tried to stop him, Kamijou stepped forward.
Ignoring the incoming baton, he merely clenched his fist tighter.
“This is the difference between you and me! You can do something about that boring illusion of yours on your own!!”
A thick noise rang out.
Baton and fist hit their targeted faces, blood flowed from split foreheads, and they both lost their balance.
But only one of them fell.
The other would surely not fall.
Epilogue:
Spoiler for ss volume 1 the present target:
“Hmph.”
Hidden in the darkness, Accelerator looked over to the main entrance of the Dangai University database center and averted his gaze when he found Misuzu’s face.
There had been more Skill Out members than he had expected remaining in the facility and taking them out had eaten up a lot of time.
But since Misuzu was fine, the person he had met in the dome must not have been her enemy. She was seeing an ambulance off, so that person must have gotten injured at some point.
“It doesn’t really matter,” concluded Accelerator as he exited the database center grounds through a back entrance.
That was when someone spoke to him.
“I had heard you were here. From the look in your face, I assume it went well.”
“Unabara,” muttered Accelerator as if he didn’t care and he looked over towards him.
The darkness didn’t suit that silky brown hair or that agreeable and youthful face. And as he approached, Accelerator began feeling an odd pressure in his chest.
He didn’t allow it to show on his face and casually kept his distance from Unabara.
Unabara who seemed out of place spoke to Accelerator who made the darkness his own.
“So was this another leftover job? You shouldn’t overwork yourself when you aren’t even getting paid.”
“I didn’t ask for your opinion,” Accelerator said rejecting the comment.
Looking closer, he could see Tsuchimikado Motoharu and Musujime Awaki standing near Unabara. That meant all 4 members of GROUP were here.
“…What do you want? Did the higher ups send you here to punish me?”
“Of course not. We’re just here to confirm a few things.” Tsuchimikado stared at Accelerator from behind his sunglasses as he spoke. “First on the list is about Misaka Misuzu. From what I could hear at a distance, she has decided against taking her daughter from Academy City. So her death has been called off. It may have been mainly due to some injuries, but that matter is settled.”
“Will the higher ups really accept a vague conclusion like that? That’s just what she said. She could easily change her mind at any time.”
“It’ll be accepted. …That idiot Unabara worked pretty hard in that regard.” Tsuchimikado muttered as if he was almost surprised about it.
Accelerator looked towards Unabara with a dubious expression on his face, but Unabara merely smiled in the darkness and spoke.
“Well, that boy was carrying out his ‘promise’ to protect the world around someone I have feelings for, so I thought I should help out some myself. It seems I overworked my shoulder a bit.”
“…Damn pretty boy. He’s been saying things like that without giving us a straight answer this whole time. He must have used a fairly unsightly method.”
Musujime brought her hand to her forehead and shook her head.
Tsuchimikado relaxed his shoulders.
“Anyway. Misaka Misuzu is fine. Good work on your first job + extras, Accelerator. How’d you like your first GROUP job? Basically these jobs are cleaning up after the messes other people make, but there are plenty of ways to find them worthwhile.”
“God damn it. Today was just violence, betrayal, and killing on parade.”
Tsuchimikado nodded in response to the words Accelerator spat out.
“Exactly. But we have to protect our own weak points amongst it all. Our lives may be easier if we abandon those weak points, but we just can’t make ourselves do it… They’re our worthless treasures.”
“…”
“I have my step sister, Unabara has the person he has feelings for, Musujime has her comrades who once worked with her, and you have the clones.”
Tsuchimikado’s lips twisted up in a cynical smile.
“To protect those important things, we can’t use normal methods. The higher ups lined things up for their victory from the very beginning, but that’s basically a lie. It’s like making a rigged bet. It’s made so you can’t win and you lose your money. There’s no way to get out of here by following the rules. We can try to win by the rules anyway, we can try to find a loophole in the rules, or we can throw the chess board to the ground and go on a rampage. Those are our options.”
“Why are you telling me this? I doubt you’re suggesting we all get along and work together.”
“Because you could become a card we could use,” replied Tsuchimikado lightly. “I don’t know what they’re planning, but you seem to be quite important to the higher ups. For now, they seem content with only having messed with your electrode, but that means you have a chance. Let’s work together, Accelerator. We’ll teach you how to live in this world, so you won’t die easily.”
All three of them were peculiar people and he had no idea what any of them were actually thinking. But he was the same. He would have no problem using them in order to save Last Order.
“Interesting,” he said. “But if you get in my way, I won’t hesitate to cast you aside. This only lasts as long as you have value to me. If you want anything more than that, you’re out of luck.”
“Hah. Excellent attitude.”
Tsuchimikado laughed and turned his back on Accelerator.
He waved his hand urging the others on as if he was inviting them out to karaoke.
“Come on. The higher ups are going to counterattack before long.”
The biggest restraint on Accelerator was the safety device for his electrode that the higher ups could operate remotely.
As he couldn’t use the Sisters’ substitute operations when in an area where electromagnetic waves couldn’t reach him, he had no way to block the remote safety device. Anything that would block it would block his connection with the Sisters as well.
At first glance, it seemed to be a perfect method of control, but, if he only managed to get past that, he had a good chance of escaping them.
(First I need the blueprint.)
He would go to the frog-faced doctor and get the blueprint for the choker-style electrode. I can figure out how the safety works from here. And if that takes too long, I may be able to make a second one.
(This is gonna be fun.)
A smile naturally came to his face.
From a distance, they might have looked like friends chatting as they walked along the street at night.
But Accelerator only felt something hot squirming around inside him.
There was that “man” that had talked with him on the phone right before his electrode had been cut off remotely.
He could be relaxing at his home on a couch or he could be walking around in the very same area Accelerator was. A voice over the phone could be artificially altered, so he couldn’t even be sure it had really been a man.
From what that bastard had said, there was someone behind all this.
Someone behind all this misfortune.
(Having a goal really is fun.)
In a hospital at night, the frog-faced doctor received an emergency message while making adjustments to Last Order’s body. It seemed the usual boy had done something crazy again and had been brought there. He thought it was odd that the rescue worker had reported an emergency patient with a bitter smile on his face.
The virus Kihara Amata had inputted into Last Order’s head on September 30th had been completely eliminated. With a bit of light rehabilitation, she would be back to her normal life.
(A virus, huh?)
Of course, getting rid of that virus wasn’t enough to hinder even a part of Aleister’s plan. If that was at all possible, Last Order would not have been so easily released. As usual, all the important parts had been blotted out and everything was left looking peaceful.
But it was clear that Last Order’s special characteristics were being used in the plan. If he followed that line of thinking, he might be able to actually accomplish something.
The frog-faced doctor looked at the girl lying on the bed.
She physically looked around 10 years old. The girl was so small it made you think the bed had mistakenly been made too big.
“That’s enough adjustments for today. I have another patient I have to work on. Just go to sleep without messing around, okay?”
The girl gave a slight nod at his words.
Then Last Order moved her lips slightly and spoke.
“Where…?”
The frog-faced doctor remained silent and listened.
“…Where is he? says Misaka as Misaka asks her question.”
That was most likely a question no one could answer. The frog-faced doctor didn’t know of course and apparently not even Accelerator’s temporary guardian, Yomikawa Aiho, or the creator of the clones, Yoshikawa Kikyou, knew where he was.
Even so, the frog-faced doctor responded.
“Soon. He’ll be back soon.”
“Yeah … Misaka misses him, says Misaka as Misaka nods.”
The frog-faced doctor said good night and left the hospital room.
He walked down a long, dark hallway to the area Kamijou Touma had been brought to.
As he did so, Last Order’s words were carved into his heart.
He was the person who would get his patients anything they needed.
That concludes TAMNI II. Overall, I think JC Staff did a decent job but still disappointed me at parts. I do like how they animated certain scenes almost exactly like the novel illustration counterparts, like with that last shot of GROUP.
Location: First star to the left, you should go there sometime.
It wasn't a bad episode story-wise, though I really didn't like how they 'squeezed' certain events in. I only read up to the Accelerator vs. Komaba part of the SS1 volume, but everything else seemed apparently rushed. I did like that final scene with GROUP at the end. For this episode 7/10.
But the whole season in itself didn't let me down, it was quiet a fun ride, but I really hope they don't do something this again near the end of season 3. I will plan on reading some more of the LN in baka-tsuki soon.
I think the overall episode was good. Nice execution for the fight scenes and scene transitions flowed better than I thought it would despite how much material was cut. Still, like what others have already said, a lot of details felt odd, missing or were left under-explained. A few others gripes I have about the episode include:
LO and Hyouka's insertion into the epilogue felt off, or it's more like they had been left on pause since the end of the previous arc and are only now getting their resolution after an episode and a half later.
And did Touma really take that bad of a beating from Shiage? Dude's able to face off against the highest class of magicians and espers alike and he still gets sent to the hospital after taking a few whacks in a street fight.
It was pretty stupid for the higher-ups to decide to kill Mikoto's mom isn't it? Or am I not understanding anything. I mean if the news spread that she was killed, won't people be more worried and bring their children home? + biribiri would be devastated, we don't want that right?
I'm actually not against having another arc in the last two episodes. I mean I already gave up with Index having a conclusive ending back in season 1 so what's the point in having a conclusive ending now. Besides, knowing JC Staff, the third season is probably on the works. So no need for good ending because there will definitely be a third season.
So I guess its time for all you index fans to experience what Shana fans has been experiencing for a long time. Wait for 3-4 years for a sequel HAHAHA. Sad part is this series is actually interesting.
It was pretty stupid for the higher-ups to decide to kill Mikoto's mom isn't it? Or am I not understanding anything. I mean if the news spread that she was killed, won't people be more worried and bring their children home? + biribiri would be devastated, we don't want that right?
not really, since it's Mikoto's mom that got killed, not Mikoto herself. Plus if the news spread, it would say whatever the directors want it to say
as for Mikoto's feelings, AC doesn't give a fuck about it
not really, since it's Mikoto's mom that got killed, not Mikoto herself. Plus if the news spread, it would say whatever the directors want it to say
as for Mikoto's feelings, AC doesn't give a fuck about it
I care. And her huge fanbase.
I mean wouldn't people suspect that Mikoto's mom was killed so that people won't go away from the city if Mikoto's mom was killed. Or are the people obliviously dumb and don't develop conspiracy theories like I do with my government?
I'm not getting the point at all sorry
I mean wouldn't people suspect that Mikoto's mom was killed so that people won't go away from the city if Mikoto's mom was killed. Or are the people obliviously dumb and don't develop conspiracy theories like I do with my government?
I'm not getting the point at all sorry
Mikoto's life is at risk precisely because she wants to take Mikoto from the city. You're forgetting that the Academy City itself covers up things on the dark side (like the SISTERS project) and that nobody knows who Misuzu is since she's from the outside.
Mikoto's life is at risk precisely because she wants to take Mikoto from the city. You're forgetting that the Academy City itself covers up things on the dark side (like the SISTERS project) and that nobody knows who Misuzu is since she's from the outside.
Well if she does get killed won't Mikoto react somehow. And a lot of people know Mikoto in Academy City. I mean isn't it a bit too risky?
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And her huge fanbase.
