[Suzuku]

Originally Posted by Suzuku

Translation of a part in vol 22, when Touma gets his arm cut off and regenerates it.

Spoiler for Vol 22 Touma vs. Fiamma translation:

As though,

as though it was repulsed by an invisible right arm stretching from the boy's shoulder - !!

"Wh, what...?"

Fiamma murmured, still unable to grasp the truth.

Not even he himself could hold back the words that now came flowing out by themselves, swelling up like some many snowballs tumbling down a hilly road.

"Your right arm's already been taken.... so how can you still have this 'power'?!"

There wasn't even a reply.

The boy simply hung his head, his cheeks drenched in his own blood.

On the other side of the wound, where the right arm shouldn't exist,

with a crunching, crackling sound, an invisible power gathered.

(...)

Fiamma, moving only his eyes, looked at the thing growing out from his right shoulder.

He is certain that he had taken the boy's right arm. 'Imagine Breaker', the unique power to negate any and all supernatural powers, was still remaining in this arm that had changed flesh and blood.

If so,

then what was this power which was gathering at the enemy before his eyes?

(Something...)

Fiamma felt his crackling lips quickly drying. He had finally obtained the right arm, 'Imagine Breaker'; the mysterious right arm for which he had set the table for with a flourish, the last key which he grasped after everything had been prepared. With the power of Fiamma of the Right, and the 'boy's arm' dissected and restructured as a spirit weapon, the whole world can be saved. Even though he had acquired something so valuable...

It was an underestimation.

His eyes had been clouded.

The threat he now felt from the enormous swirl of power compressed at the shoulder of the boy before him made all that Fiamma possessed pale in comparison.

(There's...)

Fiamma of the Right looked again at the face of the boy.

The hanging face, the expression that he can't see.

He hadn't thought that 'Imagine Breaker' was the only power his body possessed. He hadn't thought that something as simple as 'the power to negate all supernatural powers' was something that he needed to be on guard against, something that would cause his heart to shake. Even now, his skin felt electrified, giving him a false sense of pain. As though watching fireworks being launched very close by, the impacts that echoed in the pits of his stomach approached like a transparent wall.

(...'something' there!!)

"-"

The boy, Kamijou Touma, slowly lifted his face.

There was no exaggeration. No sharp movement. It was not an action special or formulaic.

He simply lifted his face.

It was that simple.

Fiamma of the Right realised that the muscles stretching from his nape to his shoulder had become stiff.

It's coming.

He didn't know what 'it' was, but it was something that he needed to be on guard against.

And then,

with a sound like an explosion,

Kamijou Touma crushed the 'invisible something' with his own strength.

Kamijou had stood there, the enormous power collected at his shoulder having been swallowed by an even greater power, like the opening of a giant mouth. Like something was being digested. The air around his shoulder wavered like sugary water.

That much power,

and in a single instant,

it was smashed to pieces.

"...'you', huh..."

A whisper.

Kamijou's lips were moving.

"I don't know who you are or where you from,"

It wasn't a big speech.

Despite that, it pierced into the deepest part of Fiamma's ears. An irrepressible warning came from his heart - even missing the slighest movements of his fingers, his eyes, would have grave consequences for their battle.

"I don't even know what you're trying to do,"

Kamijou wasn't looking at Fiamma of the Right, the strongest of 'God's Right Seat'.

Fiamma didn't even know 'what' he was talking to.

"But,"

Perhaps it was something only understood by Kamijou Touma himself.

But this is what he declared.

"...You just shut the hell up. I'll take care of this."

Continuation:

Spoiler for Vol 22 Touma vs. Fiamma translation cont.:

There was a damp, slithering sound. As soon as he thought that, a right arm was extending from his shoulder. That enormous power was swallowed and crushed, giving birth to a new part of his body.

(He, threw it away...?)

Fiamma muttered, before realising he couldn't speak the words.

The deepest part of his throat was dry, leaving only the feeling of stiffness.

(He wasted all that power, just to take back the 'Imagine Breaker'...?)

He turned his eye to the boy's right arm that he had acquired.

Even now, Fiamma was dissecting the 'Imagine Breaker', taking it into himself. However, he noticed that the piece of flesh he had acquired was steadily losing its light. There cannot be two of this unique power in the world - what he was watching made him think of this concept, this rule. And the rule was, "the right arm attached to the boy called Kamijou Touma possesses the true power".

It simply cannot be lost.

'Imagine Breaker' itself was not regrettable. In fact, once it had been taken inside his body he had planned on removing that function from the 'arm'. It would simply be an obstruction to the process of infusing it into Fiamma's own power. However, he had hypothesised that, if the 'arm' itself rapidly decayed, the ability of Fiamma's power to act as a containment vessel will itself collapse. That would be troublesome - regarding his objectives, as well.

It was then that Kamijou spoke.

"...Finally, I'm starting to understand a bit."

"About what?"

"I'd thought it was a pretty exaggerated plan - with this 'Star of Bethlehem', the Third World War, the alliance between the Roman Catholic Church and Russian Orthodox Church, and everything."

Kamijou held his breath slightly.

The words then came again in the form of a question, piercing into Fiamma.

"Why did the 'Star of Bethlehem' have to be so massive? This was supposed to be a ritual ground where you can safely and reliably perform your magic, right? But, if 'Fiamma of the Right' is really the strongest existence, then there wouldn't be a reason to go around and gather up parts from churches and cathedrals around the world."

One by one,

like someone putting check marks onto a list, Kamijou spelled it out.

"Why did you start the Third World War? You said that you were gathering the neccessary resources from around the world and, at the same time, allowing the 'enemy you must defeat' to surface. But there's another way to look at that. The power of 'Fiamma of the Right' adjusts its strength automatically to match with the difficulty of the enemy. Basically, the stronger your opponent, the more power your arm can draw out... but why do you need to forcibly draw out so much power like that?"

And like so,

one by one, it was being scraped away from Fiamma, and what was inside him became distinct.

"Besides, why would the Roman Catholic Church and Russian Orthodox Church form an alliance? What could make you want so much military might that you would open the doors for another sect when you already have 2 billion followers under you? If the 'Fiamma of the Right' is really so invincible that it can cut a swath through any and all enemies, then you wouldn't even need subordinates in the first place."

Basically, Kamijou Touma declared,

"...Aren't you just afraid...?"

Kamijou spoke, glaring at Fiamma directly.

"...because you don't even know if you really have 'power enough to save the world'?"

With a roar, an explosion of light flew out.

Sharp claws extended from Fiamma's 'third arm', its tips releasing an enormous attack at Kamijou Touma.

But Kamijou was not pulverised.

The outstretched right palm pressed down on the tempest of light - his wrist twisted, and the vector was forced to escape diagonally and behind him.

He was completely unhurt.

As though saying, this was what it truly means to have the power to kill any and all illusions.

Thus, his words did not stop.

It was actually obvious when thought was put into it.

It became an extremely obvious fact why Fiamma of the Right did not have that 'conviction'.

Of course.

"The world isn't going to end."

Kamijou's words continued.

"I don't know what happened in those ages of Gods long ago, but at least in this age, I've never heard of any mythical apocalypses."

They were words looking for a breach, a way to cut into the impregnable Fiamma.

"And if a world-ending danger doesn't come, then you wouldn't be blessed with the chance to exercise this 'power to save the world'. Just like how my 'Imagine Breaker' would seem powerless if I wasn't surrounded by espers and mages,"

Basically, this was it.

This was the truly, honestly simple reason why Fiamma of the Right weighted together all these options and mobilised this enormous plan.

"There's no way someone who hasn't saved the world already can know if 'the power to save the world' really exists."

"..."

Fiamma of the Right became quiet for a moment.

And finally, his shoulders shook.

The man who governed over the Red, the Right, the Flame, and the 'One Aliken to God, Michael', chuckled softly.

"...So what if I don't?"

The words passed through his lips bit by bit.

From the mouth of the man who had induced chaos around the world and completely directed its flow, came spilling out an unknown malice.

"This isn't something limited to just myself. As long as one lives on this planet and continues to exist without dying, no one could have experienced a mythical annihilation. If that is what you're saying, then what makes you think you have the right to put the blame on one such as myself? Are you suggesting that you have truly felt 'power enough to save the world'?"

"Of course I have."

However, it was an answer that undermined Fiamma's expectations.

Kamijou Touma asserted this without a second's delay.

"All the people who live on this Earth aren't so over-the-top. If you look at this planet from a satellite or something, you probably won't think they're anything but ants. But I saved them. It doesn't matter how tiny they are - I've seen with my own eyes, the instant someone's 'world' was saved."

That's right.

He had been dragged into these situations many, many times. He tightened his fist with desperation, now wanting to see the people he knew, people right in front of him, be covered in blood. He was always getting sent to the hospital, his right arm was severed, and his memories were abruptly cut at some point - he can't remember a thing.

Compared to this, what he had obtained was truly minor. At the least, he had realised that it wasn't a fair exchange. He simply thought that, if he was stronger, he might have been able to settle things more smartly. If he had been more clever, perhaps he could have obtained much more.

However,

it was also because of this that he had felt the truth.

Kamijou Touma knew that what he had frantically grasped with his crude hand, could not possibly be worthless.

If Fiamma hadn't been seized by the idea of this big tangled knot called 'the world', and simply extended his hand to the people before his eyes, then he wouldn't need to be afraid of the feeling of 'power enough to save the world'. There wouldn't be a need for exaggerated plans, large shrines, special statuses, incredible right arms, or even any doubts.

But he did not do this.

Which is why,

he will never see it.

"Someone who thinks he'll 'save this world' won't ever be able to protect it."

It was obvious.

If Kamijou had acted according to that thought, then he would have lost everything.

Below the golden sky,

Kamijou Touma quietly informed the lonely man who had obtained nothing - facing the man for whom it was impossible to even extend his hand.

"Our world isn't so weak that we need a bastard like that to save it."

Quoting the kind /a/non who translated:

Originally Posted by 41154215

This is from pg93 BTW, chapter 10-3. The last part of the fight is pg218-224, in 12-2.

I don't mind if this gets put on BT, but someone should probably check it first.

So yeah, Wilfriback or someone post it on BT.