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"'Critics are saying that the story Decelerate is upsetting' Misaka says reading the review."

"Eh, is that so."

Accelerator was picking at his ear.

"'How about acting a little nicer in the next chapter?' Misaka suggests."

Accelerator stared flatly and sarcastically remarked..

"Nicer? And what else would you like me to do? Refer to myself with with 'boku' instead of 'ore'? Or maybe I should sugarcoat shit and add 'nyan' to all my senten-"

"HNNNNGGGG!"

The Misaka clone died on the spot.

*cough* *ahem* Now that that's taken care of... please enjoy the rest of the chapter... ;)

Fearless Leader

A faceless mob was arguing amongst itself. Several comments were made.

"Who's going to lead Skill-Out now?"

"Komaba's dead?"

"It's over! We're going to be wiped out!"

Hamazura Shiage separated himself out from the group.

"Everyone calm down! I know we're in a tight spot, but we can't give up! Obviously, we need a leader!"

He continued.

"While sticking with Komaba Ritoku through the years, I've learned many valuable lessons from him. About loyalty, teamwork, and responsibility...

"And even though I can't possibly be as capable as Komaba... I, Hamazura Shiage, believe... no, I have complete and utter confidence that skill-out will be in good hands..."

"...with Hattori Hanzou."

Hamazura said that last part quietly; however Hattori caught wind of it.

"Oi."

The Chosen One

"Ha... Ha ha. I was joking..."

Hamazura Shiage was slightly beaten up.

"Of course, we'll choose a leader fairly by drawing lots. Whoever gets the unlucky lot will lead Skill-Out from here on out. Not that becoming a leader is unlucky or anything."

Hamazura stuck his hand into a box containing all the lots.

"I'll start by going first..."

After unfolding the piece of paper, the word 'leader' was revealed.

Hamazura threw the box to the ground.

"What the fuck! This is rigged!"

"Oi."

We're Similar

Accelerator was reading several messages on Komaba Ritoku's phone.

One message read:

The attacks against level 0's haven't been stopping. I'll have to look further into this.

Another read:

The higher ups of Academy City are listening in on us. Unless you're sure you have a safe connection, don't say anything.

And another:

Frenda-chaaan~! (^w^)

I'm sorry I haven't been texting you lately! I've been suuuper busy lately! (;w;)

Are you upset? You know you'll always be my bff-

As Accelerator threw the phone to the ground, Komaba's afterimage was hovering in the sky. It was saying "we're similar" while waving.

Hamazura, Kill Him

Hamazura Shiage was confronting Kamijou Touma and Misaka Misuzu as they were trying to escape.

"Huh? You don't know what's going on? Why are you even here...!"

Misuzu latched onto Kamijou's arm.

"He's here because... he's a boy friend!"

"..."

Misuzu also made the the off-comment "of my daughter" while Kamijou denied "...well, that's not really", but Hamazura didn't hear any of that.

Hamazura face become expressionless, and he extended out the baton in his hand.

"I'm not sure why... but I reeeeally want to beat someone to death right now."

"Ah! He's fired up!"

True Rebels

After the events of the Skill-Out uprising, the four core members of GROUP were gathered in a break room-like area. In front of them was a table containing various gourmet foodstuffs and banner that read "Congratulations! First Mission!".

Musujime Awaki made a comment.

"Oi, is this supposed to be a welcoming party...? How lame."

"If there's nothing else important going on here, I'm leaving then."

As Accelerator and Musujime started to leave, a voice was transmitted through the room via intercom.

"1...2...1...2... ahem. Due to unforeseen circumstances, there seems to have been a mix up regarding the GROUP welcoming party's catering. Originally, the we planned to serve cheese and crackers; we received something a bit more luxurious...

"If you've already started eating, please stop immediately and wait for further instructions..."

Musujime and Accelerator were now consuming the foodstuffs at an alarming rate.

"Ehhh? Cheese and crackers, you bastards...! I'll show you!"

"You guys will fucking pay for messing with my collar...!"

Passing

Unabara Mitsuki (fake name) called out to Musujime Awaki.

"Musujime-san, would it be possible for you to pass the amber-jack?"

A fish suddenly appeared in his hands.

"..."

"Musujime-san, would it be possible for you-"

A fork was now protruding from his forehead.

"...thank you."

"Why don't you just get it yourself..."

Tsuchimikado asked.

Listen!

A voice transmitted through the room via intercom.

"1...2...1...2... ahem. If you haven't stopped eating by now, we urge you to stop."

Accelerator and Musujime Awaki paid no attention to the warning.

"In the event that you are still eating, a plate of whiskey bonbons seems to have been mixed in with the various desserts there. Please avoid those at all costs. Especially if you're weak to alcohol."

Musujime made a remark.

"Tch. As if there's a person like that exists around here."

...and then she noticed.

"Oi. Accelerator. Why'd you stop..."

Pure Pure~

Tsuchimikado Motoharu, Unabara Mitsuki, and Musujime Awaki became alarmed. Musujime spoke.

"Oi. Accelerator."

Accelerator had his back turned. It looked like he was sulking.

"...am...good..."

"Huh? Did you say something?"

Accelerator turned around, revealing a completely sadistic expression. He flipped the switch on his collar.

"I'm asking, am I being a good boy...!"

"A-ah... yeah...?"

Musujime was caught off-guard.

"Then pet my head and say I'm a good boy."

The atmosphere suddenly became heavier for various reasons.

Fuwa Fuwa~

Accelerator had Musujime by the neck and was waving her from side to side.

"Okay, I get it! I get it! Put me down!"

After putting Musujime back on her feet, she uncomfortably reached out to rub the top of his head.

"Y-Your're a good boy, Accelerator."

"Ehehe~"

As Accelerator passed out in her lap, a "light and fluffy" feeling started to spread around the remaining members of GROUP.

The Next Day

The following day...

"Good job Accelerator."

Tsuchimikado Motoharu gave him a thumbs-up.

"Keep up the good work."

Musujime Awaki rubbed the top of his head.

"Accelerator! Let me help you!"

Unabara Mitsuki (fake name) rushed over to him with his hands outstretched.

"What the fuck is going on...!"

Because It's Lonely Being By Yourself

While in the secret organization GROUP, members had to undergo various GROUP activities, such as:

GROUP pictures

GROUP hugs

GROUP picnics

Misaka Worst started to ask a question to a lazing Accelerator.

"Say, don't you wish you could go ba-"

"No."