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Ashigara's master
Join Date: Dec 2009
Location: A disclosed area off coast Ryuku Islands
Age: 32
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Originally Posted by yukirosuzuka
I thought this was quite a good episode, but still, a lot of things were cut. Some more excerpts for comparison:
Aleister's conversation with Laura:
Spoiler for volume 9 commence hostilities:
“What are you doing?”
A displeased voice came from the screen. It’s hard to tell whether that voice belongs to a man or a woman, a child or an adult, a Saint or a criminal. Laura did not turn to look at where the voice came from. Besides, the one appearing on the screen should be a ‘man’ floating upside down in fluid.
The General Director of Academy City, Aleister.
Laura, whose extremely long hair hangs down from her shoulders, quietly says,
“Don’t you know? I’m combing my hair. A man shouldn’t be seeing a woman doing make-up.”
She chuckles,
“Several centuries ago, among the English Noblewomen, there are methods to scorch their hair by either using the sun or the moon. The best-looking blonde hair is called the ‘Sun’s hair’, and it’s the greatest virtue for one to accomplish this. Isn’t it stylish to do this without the need of dyes?”
Laura tries to stifle her laughter, but there’s no response from the screen.
She twists her neck and looks at the LCD screen.
“What’s wrong? To remain silent while I'm talking with you……”
There’s no response from the screen.
Just when Laura’s feeling puzzled, a voice came from the other side.
“No……actually, I’ve been trying to ask you something.”
“Hm?”
“To be honest, your Japanese sounds really weird. Or are you treating me as an idiot by saying this? Which one is it?”
Laura stopped what she was doing.
The comb that’s gliding through her hair slightly trembles.
“You……you……do you know what you’re talking about!? There’s no need to talk about etiquette with a man who doesn’t believe in God, just some simple words is enough for you!”
“I see……if you prefer to use such a special accent, it’s alright. What I’m trying to say is that if you’re really frustrated about this, I can send a Japanese teacher to teach you the language. I am the one who ruled over knowledge after all!”
“Uu! I’m not bothered by it! Why would I bother about a language used by a small country in the Far East?”
Laura, who’s combing through her hair quickly, loudly declares.
There’s no response from the screen, and there are no bystanders as the sound of Laura combing her hair quickly echoes throughout the hall.
After a while, Aleister seemed like he wants to change the topic, and says,
“However, why do you want to comb your hair in front of the guest? Shouldn’t you have done it before having a conversation?”
Although she doesn’t like this topic, Laura feels that at least they can break away from the original topic, as her tone and attitude seems calmer than before.
“There’s no time. Actually, night is the time when women are in their bedrooms doing their make-up. Please don’t mind me doing this during our conversation.”
“Hmm, I guess that’s the result of the ‘Sun’s hair’ that you talked about, right? The myth about the moonlight should be a superstition, but the myth about the sun is actually due to the ultraviolet rays that caused the hair to lose colour pigments. This is probably an idea gained from books fading in colour due to overexposure to the sun. But I’ll give you some advice……you’ll get hair loss!”
“………This is rather rude when we’re still developing our diplomatic relations.”
Laura looks away. The hair that’s lying on the floor like a rug is reflecting light from the LCD screen. The shiny hair that’s carefully combed through with the gold and silver combs now reflects other colours like red and blue.
She again mutters, “So rude.”
“I have informed you earlier the reason why I wanted to contact you, so let me confirm it again. Also, I would like to thank you for agreeing to our unreasonable request.”
“If you’re talking about the time difference, there’s no need to worry about it. This is the time when we start our work anyway.”
“What I want to say is that it’s rude of us to interrupt you when you’re doing your work.”
Laura looks at her hair that’s reflecting light, and says,
“It seems like the opening ceremony is under way. As the leader, shouldn’t you go up to the stage and say hello to them?”
“……Do you think I can let people see me like this?”
“Hoho, you’re right, this isn’t appropriate for the occasion.”
At this moment, Laura turns to look at the LCD screen on the altar.
There’s a person floating upside-down inside a transparent cylindrical tank that’s filled with red liquid. No matter how one sees it, it’s unsuitable for this person, who’s wearing a green labcoat, to appear in public like that.
Original scene before the Pole Assault match starts:
Spoiler for volume 9 commence hostilities:
“You really look bad like this. This isn’t a psychological problem; it’s mild anaemia because you didn’t eat breakfast. Just drink some isotonic drinks to replenish your water content and minerals and you’ll be fine. Kamijou Touma, stand up now!”
Whoosh! Several 500ml plastic bottles flew out from Fukiyose’s jacket pockets.
“Wa! Why are you spouting this nonsense that a health freak will go crazy about!? Also, is this an illusion? Why do I feel that you don’t lack minerals and water, but calcium?”
“What are you talking about? I’ve taken in enough anchovies!”
Fukiyose glares at Kamijou, saying,
“I hate those who use misfortune as an excuse to live life so sloppily. Once you look so lethargic, everyone else will lose their motivation as well. So you better buck up for everyone’s sake.”
Facing off against Fukiyose Seiri’s aggressive attack, Kamijou inadvertently backed up. The committee member continues to get near the retreating boy. Kamijou still wants to back away, only to back into the flowerbed.
Seeing this, the students look absolutely delighted.
“Too……too strong. Fukiyose, you’re too strong! You’re really the woman who can defend against that Kamijou!”
“If it’s an ordinary person, that person might end up being soft-hearted and say ‘Ka–Kamijou-san, are you alright?’”
“This guy keeps saying that he’s unlucky, but he always get the best seats!!”
“Oh, you’re the hope of humanity. Let’s analyse Fukiyose Seiri, and maybe we can control Kami-yan!!”
(In your eyes, what kind of scum am I!?)
Kamijou listlessly backs up.
At this moment,
Kamijou’s foot steps on something squishy. It’s the rubber hose used to spray water. They have to spray water onto the grounds before the competition starts in order to prevent the dust from flying about (though they can’t prevent it completely).
Looking far away, a male teacher working in the school suspiciously looks at the water hose that doesn’t spray water.
In this instant,
The water that’s suppressed by Kamijou’s foot blast out, as the hose that’s attached to the faucet and supposed to spray water, is loose, splashing water nearby.
The one closest to the faucet is……
“Fu…Fukiyose!? Kamijou, you bastard, how dare you do this to our final stronghold!!”
“Oh no, with Kamijou around, even that tigress is all wet now.”
“And unexpectedly, we get to see her colourful underwear. Don’t tell me this is the start of a love comedy……”
“This is the despair of humanity—if Fukiyose can’t survive, then who will?”
(In your eyes, what kind of scum am I!? Also, sorry, Fukiyose-san!)
Kamijou repeatedly does his angry and apologetic mannerisms.
On a side note, Fukiyose is all wet with her sports attire clinging tightly onto her, her skin and even her underwear can be seen clearly. She’s unexpectedly wearing underwear that is completely different from her image, the yellow and orange chequered design looks really cute.
“……Do you have any dissatisfaction?”
(No, I don’t dare to!!)
Kamijou quickly lowers his head and apologises. Fukiyose gave a ‘humph,’ turns her head, pulls the zip of her jacket open and pulls out a small packet of milk before drinking it. She probably wants the calcium to pacify her own anger.
The boys nearby cover the mouth of the faucet with their thumbs, and start playing with the columns of water that’s shooting out like a laser cannon. In truth, they’re tired now. But they seem to be aware of Fukiyose being wet throughout and want to display the spirit of a gentleman, so they pretended that ‘they didn’t notice her.’ They look innocent, but their eyes aren’t smiling as they continue to play this water spraying game in despair.
Kamijou blankly looks at his classmates that completely lack unity and thought,
(Nobody’s worrying about the Wrench Stick match!? We’re doomed! To many extents, this class really has a lot of problems.)
Just when Kamijou is shaking his head at the wall near the competitors’ corner entrance, he hears a man and a woman arguing. Seems like some people are arguing behind the sports hall.
“This will…definitely—”
“……What nonsense—definitely……huh?”
What’s going on now……? Kamijou keeps his body near the sports hall as he peeks in.
The person in the back of the sports hall, where everything is dark, is Kamijou’s homeroom teacher, Tsukiyomi Komoe. She’s 135cm tall, a teacher whom won’t be mocked even if she’s carrying a primary school student’s backpack. She’s wearing a short white dress, accompanied with a light green sleeveless vest. Seems like she’s wearing this to cheer them on.
Facing her is a man that Kamijou never met before. He should be a teacher from another school. In Daihaseisai, while staff members are wearing sports attire that can be bought outside, this guy is wearing business clothing on such a hot day.
Komoe-sensei is arguing against that teacher.
Or more accurately, it looks like the male teacher, who is mocking Komoe-sensei, is about to get eaten by her.
“I admit that our school facilities and teaching contents aren’t adequate! But that’s our fault and not the students’!”
Komoe-sensei is waving her arms as she shouts. The male teacher however doesn’t mind, saying,
“Humph, isn’t the inadequacy of the facilities due to your students not being capable? If there were results, the Board of Directors would have given extra funding, right? Hoho. Trash schools like yours shouldn’t be able to request it, right? Ah, sensei, I heard that your class did badly for the end-of semester test, right? Managing so many failures should be tough.”
“The–There’s no success or failure for students! They just have their own personalities. Everyone is already working so hard! How……how can I abandon them for my own sake?”
“Is this an excuse to hide your own inability? Hahaha. Your dreams are too far-reaching. Do you need me to send you back to reality? Let the elites that I groomed beat your trashes into a pulp. Hm, we’re having a ‘Wrench Stick’ competition here, right? As a member of the opposing school, let me give you an advice. Go do some warm-ups; you’ll need it to avoid injuries.”
“You……”
“You embarrassed me the last time we had the school meet, so this time, in front of the global telecast, I’ll return this debt back to you. We’ll be slightly lax in our attacks, but I don’t know if your failures are too weak.”
Hahaha—the male teacher laughs as he leaves.
That teacher should be from the opposing school. This is what Kamijou thought. To be honest, for Kamijou, who is Level 0, even if he’s called a failure or trash now, it doesn’t hurt him too much.
“……It’s not like this.”
At this moment, Komoe-sensei spoke.
She’s alone now, and she’s not talking to anyone in particular.
She lowers her head and says in a trembling voice,
“They aren’t some trash, are they……?”
Her already small and skinny shoulders shrank even more.
It’s like she’s saying that it’s all because of her that her students were shamed by outsiders.
She raises her head, looks up at the sky, and remained silent, as if she’s trying to endure something.
“……”
Kamijou remains silent.
He turns around.
All the students were standing there silently.
As if he’s trying to confirm it, Kamijou Touma asks,
“Okay, you guys heard that? Just now, everyone was complaining about how they have no motivation, their energy is used up……”
Kamijou closes one eye.
“—Let me ask you guys again, are you sure that you don’t want to win?”
Pole assault battle:
Spoiler for volume 9 commence hostilities:
The people taking part in the Wrench Pole match are split into two groups.
One group sets up its own pole, stabilizing it and protecting it.
The other group is to knock down the enemy’s pole.
Kamijou is in the latter group.
So once the signal to start was given, he led the charge into the enemy’s territory.
“YYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”
Kamijou shouted as he charged forward.
Any ordinary person will think…that this is a game included in this sporting event, but in Academy City, more than half of the students are people who discovered their powers, called ESPers. There are abilities that may include fire, water, earth, wind, lightning, ice, and many more, even including some that allows ESPers to fly. In a battle of around 100 ESPers fighting, the tense atmosphere is no trivial matter.
Right now, the distance between the two bases is around 80 metres.
The opponent, lined up in a straight line, continuously fire some flashes over. They look like the camera flashes from the spectator stands, but they’re not.
These are long ranged attacks that are fired by the ESPers.
Seems like an ESPer can detonate flames to create explosive pressure. In order to keep the pressure shaped in the form of a bullet, the flame bombs are covered with an invisible forcefield created by an ESPer who can manipulate pressure. When the bomb bullet is created, the bullet will increase the refractivity of air, reflecting sunlight like sunlight shining through a transparent balloon.
It’s only in Daihaseisai that one gets to see many ESPers work together to form a single attack.
Kamijou theorises that they’ll remove the pressure-type shell, releasing the internal pressure and release it to the surroundings.
Facing the attack of these units, Kamijou’s allies, who are behind him and protecting him, fired sand guns at the enemy. This is a telekinesis-based attack, and it’s not an exaggeration to call it a formless and colourless attack. It reacts with the dust floating in the air and manipulates the flow of the magnetic field lines to create sand-iron guns.
The explosive bullets and the telekinetic guns collide and explode in the middle of the field.
Seeing the storm that just occurred, the spectators start to scream as if they’re riding on a roller coaster.
(Those that are watching probably think that this is interesting!!)
Kamijou’s movements are somewhat slow because of the explosions, as he continues to run forward.
The opposing school seems to be a specialist in sports, as one can see that they devoted a considerable amount of effort to develop their capabilities. Although their hit damage is a lot less as compared to people like Railgun and Accelerator…scary things are still scary.
Kamijou’s right hand has the Imagine Breaker ability. No matter whether it’s magic, ESPer power or even miracles, the Imagine Breaker on his right hand is an extraordinary power that negates them all once it touches these other powers… However, it’s limited only to his right hand. It’s impossible to defend against all of them if the attacker attacks in all directions.
As Kamijou thought while he’s running to the enemy’s base, someone’s running beside him.
Aogami Pierce.
“I’ll go first, Kami-yan. Watch how this comedian crushes the irritating aura of those corrupted elites! WAHAHAHAHA!!”
The intercepting squad continue to fire several bullets, as Aogami Pierce continues to dodge them leisurely by spinning around like a ballet dancer.
There’s still 20 metres before the two sides clash. In this situation where one shouldn’t be caring about others, Kamijou is still surprised as he continues to run with Aogami Pierce, saying,
“Come to think about it, why are you so happy?”
“Ah!? Kami-yan, it’s all because of love. This faint sense of love that a hard-working girl is conveying to me through her sweat and tears, mixed with some sexual addiction, is being broadcast on national TV…no, it’s being broadcast in many countries! Even if I faced with this great love that’s so unscrupulous, even if I can’t accept it, I’ll blaze a path to the temples!”
Ah ha ah ha ah ha—!! Aogami Pierce’s actions became even faster with his rising emotions.
“So I ask…is that bald muscled guy among your admirers? That guy seems to of been looking at you since a while ago, calling you out lovingly, you know.”
“What are you talking about—GYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!?”
Hearing Kamijou’s cold remark, Aogami Pierce is stunned upon realising the true identity of the person that’s showing him love. He gets hit by several pressure bullets and flies backwards. Kamijou looks back, completely taken aback. Aogami Pierce is caught by an ally using an invisible forcefield.
On the spectator stands, ordinary civilians are roaring with cheers and applause.
(Ah, we’ll be flung far away if we’re hit. I don’t want to be acting in this scary filler! Come to think about it, what’s with that ‘This is how Daihaseisai should be like!’ atmosphere?)
Kamijou looks away from Aogami Pierce, who’s behind him, and looks forward.
The enemy’s base is just ahead.
There’s still 10 metres until they clash.
Kamijou Touma sneakily clenches his right fist…
And charges into the enemy’s base.
In conclusion, Kamijou and company won the battle.
They were clear right from the start that they’ll lose in a frontal battle. So when the two sides collided, they used all their powers on the ground, whipping up dust, blurring the enemy’s vision and using lightning fast guerrilla tactics. Before this, the staff had sprayed some water onto the field to prevent dust from flying about, but it’s impossible to prevent dust from flying up when the ground is attacked so many times.
The one who suggested this tactic, Fukiyose Seiri, held the front of her jacket in place as she grouped the students into ‘those who are to raise the dust,’ ‘those who are to knock down the wooden pole when the dust is up’ and ‘the telepathy group who can give the order to raise the dust and order those in the dust to retreat,’ as she held overall command.
During the battle, as the telepathic messages cannot be received in the midst of the duststorm, not only was Kamijou hit by the bullets from his own teammates, he was beaten to a pulp by the opponent, but they still won.
The warriors who are covered with bruises and injuries completely forgot about their victory and injuries as they walked out of the arena from the entrance and into the school compound. Komoe-sensei, who’s about to cry, is waiting for them with some first aid boxes.
“Why…why must everyone force themselves to work so hard!? There’s no point in having Daihaseisai if everyone’s not having fun! It’s not important whether we win or lose! Sen…sensei is very unhappy that everyone’s so injured……!!”
Touma walking in on Fukiyose:
Spoiler for volume 9 commence hostilities:
(Himegami seemed to have blended well into our class, that’s good. Oh yeah, I have to contact Index the moment I get the phone. If Himegami is free, it’d be nice if she could come along with us as well—)
However, he immediately froze on the spot.
For some reason, Management Committee member Fukiyose Seiri has taken off her clothes.
Before he opened the door, he didn’t notice that the curtains of the windows were pulled down. In the dark classroom, Fukiyose Seiri, who’s sitting on the table opposite Kamijou, is wearing only a pair of panties. Just a pair of panties, she’s not even wearing her bra. She seems to be changing her clothes that were wet due to the water that burst from the water hose. Even her panties seemed to be new, as the plastic bag near her feet contains her wet clothes and undergarments. The other set of clothes seemed to be placed in a sports bag.
Fukiyose Seiri looks at the intruder calmly.
She remains emotionless as she reaches out toward a nearby chair.
Kamijou’s shoulders jerked.
“Wait…wait a minute, Fukiyose-san! I came here to get my handphone so that I can find someone. There’s no malicious intent here!! Also, please read the instructions on how to use a chair before using it! I’ll be dead if I get hit by that!!”
Kamijou got down and starts begging in 0.2 seconds. Seeing the boy in front of her, Fukiyose feels bored as she sighs, and removes her hand from the chair. She takes out some clothes from her sports bags beside her, and places it over her naked body.
“Never mind. Please leave the classroom.”
“……You’re not angry?”
“It can’t be helped, since you’re looking for a missing person. You don’t have to kneel down and beg, but to not turn your head around, Kamijou Touma!?”
Seeing the committee member putting on her coat, and that she only has a pair of panties on, one has to worry over whether she pulled up the zipper. Kamijou, who’s as shocked as her, didn’t notice that Fukiyose Seiri’s arms are trembling.
Yes Madam!! Like a retainer greeting a lord, Kamijou bends down and steps backwards. Just when he’s about to leave the classroom—
“……You’re not angry?”
“GET OUT!!”
Fukiyose grabs the cardboard box on the table and flings it at Kamijou. Kamijou frantically runs out of the classroom and slams the door shut with his backhand. He then sits in the corridor and takes a deep breath.
(Ah—this is really frightening……)
Kamijou shakes his head and looks down. At this moment, he sees a box on the corridor that’s as big as a cigarette pack. Is this the box that Fukiyose threw? Kamijou takes the box and examines it.
“‘Bleater’, an infrared therapy device. To be attached below a handphone. Whether it’s relieving stiff shoulders or stress relief, it’s effective!!”
That’s what is written on the box.
Seeing the exterior of the box, the design of the item seems to be a lamb that can change shape. It should be of the same type of good as the frog lucky charm attached to Mikoto’s bag.
“……So this is a decoration that’s attached to a handphone. Relieves shoulder stiffness and fatigue, the number of uses is really little. To think there are people in this world who are attracted to this weird thing…eh? Isn’t this something that the late night shopping channel would recommend?”
Because Index would be sleeping soundly in the room where the television is, Kamijou can only use the television function of his handphone to watch late night shows.
On the other hand, Fukiyose, who’s in the classroom, doesn’t seem to notice that Kamijou is sighing,
“Kamijou, did you put the handphone in the drawer?”
“Ah, isn’t my bag on the table? My handphone’s placed inside.”
“I’ll give it to you after I finish changing. Just wait there.”
“Thanks Fukiyose. I’ll exchange it with that weird purchase you threw over. I really couldn’t tell that you’re the type that uses mail-ordering.”
Hearing Kamijou say this, a frantic “WAH!?” sound can be heard in the classroom. Fukiyose seemed to realise now what she just threw out.
After a while, Fukiyose’s voice came from the classroom.
“This…there’s nothing wrong with that, right? Even if I carry a notebook as I watch the shopping channels, and read shopping magazines while rolling on the bed, what’s wrong with it!?”
“No…nothing. I’m not saying that this is bad, I’m just surprised.”
Although Fukiyose can really rebut, she seems to be unable to answer when somebody else rebuts back. Kamijou is really trying hard to think of something to say that won’t offend her, as Fukiyose continues to rant off inside the classroom like she’s reading a tongue twister.
“Sowhat?SowhatevenifIhaveabunchofcreativecondition ingapparatus?IalwaysfindthemusefulwhenIreadthemaga zinesandyetIfindthemordinarywhenIgetthem. DoesitmattertoyouwhetherIuseittwotothreetimesandst oppedusingthemafterwards?”
“So that’s what it’s like! I think you should calm down before picking up the phone, Seiri!”
Kamijou himself thought that this is an advice that a classmate should give, but she continues on,
“It’sbecausetheserratedbottomofthefryingpanlooksso attractive.Theadvertisementsaysthatitcanremove30%o fthefatifit’susedtocookmeat, butit’ssounevenatthebottomthatIcan’tevencookafried egg!!”
Hearing her tragic complaints, Kamijou decides not to rebut her.
He looks at the box of the lamb-shaped infrared decoration.
“Useful for shoulder aches, eh……”
“What’s so surprising about it? It isn’t so weird for me to get shoulder aches at this age, is it?”
“No, it’s not like that.”
Kamijou sits on the corridor and looks up at the ceiling.
“……The reason why your shoulders ache is probably because your breasts are too huge—OH C—!?”
At this moment, the sports bag breaks the classroom door as it was flung out, together with his handphone, hitting Kamijou directly. To be expected of the cordial and attentive committee member, Fukiyose Seiri.
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I know what it is, pal. But, it is better if you could put away of your petty complains on its anime series for cutting short of the LN's plots into the anime version for a while, will ya? Cause J.C. are doing this in the anime as a so-called summary of the LN. Like Suzuku said, so do the season 1. Meaning that J.C. did the same in season 2 as they did in season 1.
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