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End of the Line for Accelerator — I.
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August 18th.
Misaka Imouto arrived at her destination: a train yard.
Analogous to a garage for buses, this was where a great many trains were maintained and where the shuttles would go to rest after their last run for the day. The wide area was about the size of a school courtyard. One side was covered in the same sort of gravel as the kind under railroad tracks, and there were more than ten rails all lined up parallel to one another. At the end of the tracks were many sheds with large shutters. Surrounding the outside of the sorting yard sat a large quantity of metal containers used for freight trains. They were piled up like bricks, with height rivaling three-story buildings. Thanks to the cluttered mound of containers, the outskirts of the switchyard were as complicated as a three-dimensional labyrinth. If the containers were mountains, the switchyard in the middle would be a basin.
There was no sign of life in the sorting yard.
The final run for trains in Academy City was at the end of the school day, so human presence disappeared swiftly from these yards as well. The workers' lamps were off, too, and without any private homes nearby, there was no light. Despite the metropolis in which 4.9 million people lived, this place was wrapped in a darkness black enough to allow stars not normally visible to be seen when she looked up at the night sky.
At the center of this uninhabited darkness stood something.
The strongest Esper in Academy City — Accelerator.
When Misaka Imouto saw him there, assimilated into the dark around them, she felt an illusion that she had been thrown into Accelerator's giant organs.
The boy of white laughed in the blackness.
"The time's about eight twenty-five, eh? So then, you're the doll for the next experiment, yeah?"
Out of Accelerator's mouth came a voice, like the white darkness had spit it out. He smiled so wide it seemed to tear his face apart.
Misaka Imouto didn't move an eyebrow, and replied, "'Yes, Misaka's serial number is 10032, answers Misaka. But would it not be proper to first confirm the password just to be sure you are a participant in the experiment?' Suggests Misaka."
"…Tch. Whatever. I don't get the right to say anything to someone tagging along, since this whole 'experiment' is to make me stronger. But you sure do seem calm. Don't you think about stuff in this kind of situation or anythin'?"
"'Misaka is having difficulty understanding your words,' answers Misaka, somewhat confused by his statements. 'There are three minutes and twenty seconds remaining before the start of the experiment. Have you completed your preparations?' confirms Misaka."
Accelerator narrowed his eyes ever so slightly, then bit something in his mouth in exasperation. Chew, chew. It looked like he was chewing on gum and drawing out its sugary flavor.
"'What are you ingesting?' asks Misaka."
"Ah, a finger."
Accelerator replied casually, spitting what was in his mouth to the side like spit.
It was a crushed, saliva-covered, sloppy piece of flesh, mangled by teeth marks…
"I had the chance, so I figured I'd want to try seeing how it feels like you know? But man, human flesh really ain't all that good or anything. I heard stuff about it having little fat and tasting sour, but this is way beyond that. When ya bite it, it feels like you're tearing apart a thin bundle of hard and chewy stuff. Those pigs and cows and shit that evolved for our consumption really are admirable, ain't they?"
Accelerator wiped his lips with his arm, as if removing the bad taste from his mouth.
However, Misaka Imouto moved nary a muscle at his action.
"'General pork and beef are treated with phlebotomy, then seasoned with salt and spices,' offers Misaka. 'In addition, one can observe a change in protein quality by heating it up, so a comparison to the taste of raw flesh would yield an inaccurately performed experiment, would it not?' suggests Misaka candidly."
"That so?" responded Accelerator, he was incredibly peeved by her answer, as if expecting something else.
Misaka Imouto didn't understand why Accelerator would ask a question like that. It was true that she had frozen in fright when she spied him in front of the used bookstore, but that was because the black cat was at her feet. She feared involving entirely unrelated lives with this experiment.
"Seriously, after doing this ten thousand times, a guy gets bored, so I was just thinking we could kill a little time or something, but I guess not. You're impossible to talk to, you know that?" he said, relaxing. "You know, I don't get why you throw away your life like this. I mean, my life is the most important thing for me, and I'm always thinking my own body is the best. That's why there's no limit to my thirst for more power. I don't really give a damn how many hundreds or thousands of you die for it, I can just laugh it off, you know?"
"'Misaka is the one who cannot understand what you say,' answers Misaka. 'You are already the strongest Level Five in Academy City, correct? If you already stand at a place where nobody can hope to reach, you wouldn't feel the need to aim above that,' estimates Misaka."
"The strongest, heh," answered Accelerator in an uninterested tone.
"Strongest, strongest, strongest, huh? Well, yeah, sure. I'm the strongest Esper in this city, so that probably means I'm the top Esper in the entire world, too."
"But, you know," he responded, looking truly bored.
"In the end, I'm only the strongest. I am the strongest Esper in Academy City. Hmph. So why does everyone around me know that? Frankly, it's because they actually fought Accelerator and lost, right? So in other words, 'his strength seems interesting, so let's go challenge him, if I defeat the strongest then I become the top dog' like a bunch of pieces of shit—that's all they think of me."
Those red eyes turned into a happy grin.
"That's no good. No good at all. What's Level 5 for, then? I'm going beyond that. I want absolute power, so it would be ridiculous to even think of challenging me or even considering the thought of fighting me at all."
He declared that he aimed for that sort of invincibility.
The thin boy offering his own aspirations slowly extended his two slender arms out to either side. Spreading his hands parallel to the ground, he smiled. His arms were like venomous snakes that could kill a person at a touch.
Like a holy cross spouting darkness.
"So, we good now? Just die already, you good-for-nothing manufactured mistake."
However, Misaka Imouto didn't twitch an eyebrow at the boy grinning at her.
She simply declared indifferently with a voice like a clockwork puppet; "'Eight twenty-nine PM, forty-five seconds, forty-six, forty-seven— We shall now proceed with experiment number 10032. The subject, Accelerator, should please stand by in his designated location,' expresses Misaka."
Thus…
…began the unavoidable experiment at 8:30 PM sharp.
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In the past, Kamijou Touma had always been dragged or chased after trouble. Dark groups in the city were nothing new. He fought them dead-on even when he was a middle schooler. If it meant saving people he cared about then he would rush to their aid. However this year, especially this summer had been pretty bad.
Starting with the Graviton Bombings. He met a tiny girl called Index who was running from Magic cabals of all things. The enemy revealed itself to be the Anglican Church and its fucked up group called Necessarius. Hah, I didn't even know that the Christian Church was so divided up until now. Kamijou was a complete Agnostic person, not knowing if God really existed or even caring about religion at all, so he was completely illiterate when it came to Theology and the history of it. He didn't even know that the Christian Orthodoxy was divided into three groups. The Roman Catholics with its 2 billion followers and the Pope guy at the top, which was Kamijou's initial perception of Christianity, however there were also a Russian Orthodox Church led by a Patriarch of sorts. And then there were the Anglican Orthodoxy, led by an Arch-Bishop in England.
Index had been pursued by the English Orthodoxy; a group called Necessarius who used magic as a form of combat. He faced two of those individuals right on the streets and apartments of Academy City. A man by the name of Styl Magnus and a woman by the name of Kanzaki Kaori. A Magician and a Saint, though Kamijou didn't have much knowledge about either of those terms.
He soundly crushed both of them three times during that week alone. The woman called Kanzaki Kaori was still disbelieving that he could treat her like a child in their fights. Styl was a non-factor in terms of combat potential when compared to both the Saint and Kamijou Touma. It appeared that the title of Saint was somewhat important to the 'other side', however he annihilated her without any question of who was superior. Even when she used such things like Breaker of God and her ultimate strike Yuisen.
Kamijou was completely unimpressed. Even Mikoto as she was now, still growing in power could match that Saint. The brown-haired girl would still lose as she was today, but in a few short months that lovely prodigy girl would surpass even someone with the title of a Saint.
However Styl and Kaori's stubbornness in challenging him was due to how much they cared about Index. Even so, if they had explained the situation from the start instead of pridefully challenging someone with the title of 'Invincible' the situation would have been resolved faster.
They said some crazy things about her perfect memory and how it would kill her if they didn't erase her memory yearly. Kamijou grit his teeth after that, the brain was not such a weak thing that would malfunction from some sort of hypothetical 'memory overload'. It was all lies told by the Anglicans, that was confirmed after he found a leash in the back of Index throat. Whoever was at the top of the Anglicans was crafty since Index had some sort of automatic defense called John's Pen. Now that was a fight that pushed even him to the limit. But he won and destroyed her leash completely.
After the whole situation, he dragged both Kaori and Styl to Index and let them explain their situation fully. The depressed duo wanted to leave and disappear like some sort of cool side-characters and leave Index alone with him. He did not mind having to take care of Index, but Touma was extremely bothered that they did not try to reconnect with their friend after everything was said and done. So he dragged both the Magician and the Saint by their ears and forced them to bow in front of Index.
The group decided on a shared guardianship of Index.
Styl's and Kanzaki's jobs were dangerous so Index would be living with Kamijou while they were out of Academy City. But when they were in the city, visiting or otherwise. Index would be spending time with the two.
So before they left Academy City. The three Anglicans spent a whole day together without any interference from Kamijou. They looked like a happy family; two teenagers being looked after their 'big sister' Kanzaki Kaori. This was the right path; he wouldn't let the Magician and the Saint take the easier pat of just walking away from Index's life.
After that Index started living in his dorm. And in just the second day of living together he had taken her virginity.
They shouldn't have let a girl of his age in the same room in the same bed as he slept, both he and the silver-haired nun were hormonal teenagers. A life together meant that inevitable teases happen, such as seeing each other naked frequently, the sound of putting on clothes, the scent of being close with a boy or a girl, seeing each other's underwear, inevitable accidents, feeling their bodies together in the small bed. The sexual tension between both of them was too much. Index was an inexperienced nun girl who was very curious and Kamijou was an experienced high-school freshman who had been having intimate relationships since he was thirteen.
The second major incident with magic was even more insane.
An alchemist had taken over some cram school and Styl was sent to deal with it. Kamijou put his foot down there. He told Styl to enjoy his time here in Academy City with Index while he went to deal with the problem. Any problem in Academy City was his to resolve, not some English Magician, even if it concerned the 'other side'. There he met a gloomy girl called Himegami Aisa, who had the strange power of killing vampires, a creature he didn't know existed. To Kamijou's dreadful terror, the man controlling Misawa Cram school was an insanely delusional Alchemist, he messed with the students' lives, killing them, murdering them, making them explode in a shower of gore, only to bring them back to life, as if nothing happened.
Kamijou could not forgive someone who played with the lives of these innocent students as to make them kill themselves. He arrived on the top floor to see both Styl and Index held hostage. He faced the Alchemist and his strange omnipotence one-on-one. Kamijou was bothered enough by the bloodbath and Aisa's situation in that cram school that he did not stop beating the Alchemist to the ground, it got so bad that his fist pulverized the man's head like a tomato exploding outwards.
It was the first time killing someone by complete accident, yet Kamijou Touma did not regret it. In fact he was glad it was so easy. Aisa had been suffering under the bastard, all those innocent students who just wanted to study more and pass their entrance exams all suffered under him. All because of the Alchemist's vainglory.
The results of that incident was that he had an additional resident on his dorm room Aisa and Index were now living together with him.
And then the inevitable happened. He took Aisa's virginity as well.
He needed to buy a bigger bed.
And as he was preoccupied with these incidents. He let Mikoto suffer in the nights around Academy City. He was the worst sort of man.
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Kamijou Touma rushed through the skies, jumping across bridges and rooftops like some sort of superhero in comics. His mind returning to the previous conversation with Mikoto.
He grit his teeth hard. What the hell was I even doing while she was there suffering day and night? It was true that he had been involved with issues from the 'other side' of the world. A hidden side that dabbled in a power called Magic. Ever since this summer started things have escalated to a fucked-up degree.
A gathering of delinquents every day. A Skill-Out gang going against his classmates with the Level Upper boost. Fukiyose Seiri-chan and him forming a duo to beat said bastards. Index's arrival and the whole shenanigans of magic. Some hack fuck kidnapping his cute teacher. The bloodbath at that fucked up cram school. Things were happening so frequently he had to wonder if some imaginary God was laughing at him.
But nothing had been more fucked up than this.
The Level 6 Shift.
This was a whole another world of messed up. He thought the creepy halls of that cram school full of blood of students were bad but this.
Mikoto wanting to die for her beloved sisters.
The sisters she loved so much she was willing to kill everyone involved. She was willing to kill even her girl friends and her parents for it.
And what was he doing?
Having a great threesome in his bed with Index and Aisa every single night. Acting like a leader of a delinquent gang with his classmates and storming through Skill-Out territory. Enjoying life as a teen who relished beating up people with his fists and enjoyed having raunchy sex every day, be it with his busty classmate Fukiyose Seiri-chan, his beauty senpai Kumokawa Seria in the school. His pint-sized teacher Tsukuyomi Komoe or his lovely Mental Out Shokuhou Misaki.
True that he was not as smart as his senpai or his friend Tsuchimikado Motoharu. He did not know of tragedies happening all over the city or all over the world. This felt a repeat of Mitsuari Ayu… No matter where he searched, he could not find that girl. Touma still refused to believe she was dead.
He could only ever see what was in front of him. He could only save people who were in front of him. He did not have a network of spies, nor was he a super-hacker. He could not hear a woman crying on the other side of the world nor was he omniscient or even super-smart. All he had was persistence and relentlessness.
So he could only save people who were in front of him.
His world was so small…
Even when he had all this power…
What was he doing while Mikoto had been suffering like this?
Therefore, he was positively furious. He was absolutely apocalyptic with rage. Even if the city sent every single defense against him he would not stop. Even if the board of directors denounced him and sent every single dark-side team and every single member of Anti-Skill or Judgment he would not stop. Even if those bastards sent the whole Kihara family…
Accelerator would die today.
"It's already decided…"
However he didn't have to worry, he had a smooth path, and nobody got in his way as he arrived at the location of the experiment. The train yard.
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Academy City contained many of such areas for commercializing research inventions created by its citizens. However, they were different from the backstreet workshops like the filthy rental warehouses downtown. The "manufacturing buildings" were tall but without windows, and they stretched on endlessly through the city. They were arranged into sections quite properly, but because of that, not a hint of life emanated from them. It might be faster to imagine a city made up entirely of office complexes.
There was no one in town.
The factories were set up to operate twenty-four hours, but because of the perfect soundproofing applied to them, they didn't make a peep.
Mikoto, left by herself on the iron bridge, held the frightened black cat in both arms.
Now that she thought of it, animals didn't like the electromagnetic waves unconsciously emitted from her body. But that wasn't important to remember.
"…What an idiot," she muttered to herself in the darkness.
She had wanted to stop him. At the very least, she had wanted to go with him to the test area.
But Touma had told her no.
He did not want to involve her on this out of his own self-satisfaction. He did not want her to see him killing somebody else as retarded as that sounded. Like that'd color her views on him. She wasn't the prim and proper Ace of Tokiwadai anymore. She was an unbearably ugly monster who loved killing and dragged her body through the darkest pits of the swamp, full of violence and blood and greed and everything bad.
He promised that he would come back with her sister at all costs.
Mikoto stared down the bridge from which he had disappeared.
She understood it logically. She wouldn't be able to do anything if she went to the test site. Even with the power of the #3 and the #4 at her disposal, even if she could destroy this entire city. She still wasn't a match for Accelerator. So she needed to stay here. She got that.
But…
Something aside from logic wasn't quite as willing to understand.
She and Touma were linked ever since this summer started. She had shown her ugly side to him on this bridge. It was time she witnessed his ugly side, or it wouldn't even out.
Mikoto gritted her teeth. "…Like hell I can wait here, you asshole!"
She ended up chasing after the boy she spent her magical summer with.
There was no way she would leave him be.
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"Is that all?" Accelerator walked on the train tracks, just a few meters from him was the fallen doll.
His smile ripped across his face, broadening, filling her view.
Mouth opened wide enough that drool might fall out, he flung a jeer at her.
Everything from this point on was Accelerator having free rein. Taking advantage of the opening in her defense, he shoved the toe of his shoe into her curled-up body and threw a fist at her arched back to stop it from moving. He made each blow only strong enough to break her body and not kill her. She plunged into a whirlpool of pain comparable to being thrown into an oil drum, which was then struck by a metal baseball bat many times over.
Even rounding her back now a challenge, Misaka Imouto lost out to the force of the kicks jutting into her gut and flopped on the ground faceup. Blood was flowing over one eye, blocking its sight; had her forehead been cut? Her vision grew vague and blurry as Accelerator took a rough breath. He was wiping saliva trickling from that slicing smile with one of his hands.
After all of that, Misaka Imouto still held no resentment toward him. It wasn't that she couldn't hate him if she wanted to; it was just that she hadn't ever learned the value of her own life. The experiment, which used one 180,000-yen life would end, and her remains would be collected and disposed of like a frog after dissection.
That was all.
It should have been it.
And yet, Accelerator was pushed back, his entire left arm was dislocated, and his skin ripped apart like something went through a blender. His arm should still be attached but Misaka Imouto had no way to confirm since Accelerator. The 'Strongest Esper' who could face a nuclear bomb head on and survive had been thrown out towards a metal container, ripping through it, and lading on the containers from behind. Misaka Imouto could not even see what has become of Accelerator anymore.
Her field of view was blacked by an imposing teenager with a grandiose dragon colored tattoo depicting some sort of tale or legend about it, having the build of some professional wrestler, with a large back and log-like arms. He was quite the difference from the slender anorexic build of Accelerator. Misaka Imouto knew intimately who this person was. The delinquent she met and spent time with yesterday. His name was…
"Hey, are you okay?"
"'What… are you doing?' Misaka begins to ask," she stammered, her voice shaking.
"…Oh, you're the little sister. Misaka's beauty is so blinding that I can't help but admire how lovely you two are. She never mentioned she had twins, how is it like?" He said with roguish charm and direct ogling of her form. He was brutish and impolite. Truly a delinquent Misaka thought.
She didn't give a thought to the consequences that her worthless self would die in this 'experiment'.
"…Hey. Imouto-chan thanks for the help yesterday with the soda cans. Hey, I know, want to go to some karaoke sometimes? Don't get too wet from my amazing voice though. I'd hate to see the cute blue-striped panties of yours get ruined cuz' of me." He said with an arrogant smirk. He was always such a perverted bully. Misaka wondered if all males were like this. But realized while the boy's words were perverted but all in good fun. Acceleerator's words were intimidating and abusive.
But he wasn't at all part of this, nor could he be reproduced en masse.
"…Oh right, a name! This is your cat, so take responsibility and name it, I can't have you doing what's easy on me… I'll help you take care of your little cat, hell I'll even take care of that sweet little ass of yours if you want." He winked again at her. Using perverted words but never really acting on it. Was he searching for some flustered reaction out of her?
He was always brutish and animalistic; his arrogant mirk and chilling blue eyes were always there. However unlike Accelerator, that smirk was handsome instead of manic. The boy named Kamijou Touma was incomprehensible and strange to her.
Something inside her was stinging with pain that she did not recognize.
Try as she might, she couldn't figure out what it was or why it was there.
…Misaka bears doubts as to her own state of mind.
Despite that, Kamijou looked at the destroyed place where he sent Accelerator flying.
Misaka Imouto forced her thoughts to a halt and began to implore him to stop.
"'What are you doing?' asks Misaka a second time. 'You are irreplaceable, yet you are here for a fake that can be created however many times is needed. What on earth are you doing?' asks Misaka a third and final time."
Her reasoning was stable. Her tone was peaceful. What she said appeared calculated. It emerged from her programming.
Wasn't it?
This led her to assume that her mental state was all green. In spite of that, her heart was thundering Her breath was unbelievably shallow—she tried again and again to breathe, but she couldn't capture any oxygen.
Misaka Imouto wanted to stop that young man from going into battle. Even if he appeared with a miraculous strike against her enemy, that's all it should have been, a fluke. Accelerator would get up like some sort of vengeful ghost and it would all be over. She experienced this, countless times, hurtful times. She was hurting inside.
But her useless, messed-up body wouldn't move normally, so still lying on the gravel, Misaka continued to plead with him to stop him from going there.
Misaka did not realize that her words were giving his fury even more fuel than he could ever bear.
"Misaka can be routinely assembled at the press of a button so long as the required materials and medicines are procured, explains Misaka. A borrowed mind in an artificial body. My retail price is 180,000 yen. Why would you stop the experiment just to save the 9,968 remaining in the supply—"
"…Shut up!" the boy cut her off with a shout.
"Wha…t?" Misaka Imouto asked in return to his statement. He was brutish but never so cruel as to shout at her.
"I said shut up, didn't you hear me? None of that matters. Artificial bodies… Borrowed minds… Your price being 180,000 yen…. I don't give a damn about any of that! Words like that don't mean a damn thing to meeeeee!"
He was always perverted in her presence. She did not realize he always put on different masks for different people for them to like him. He always said perverted things to her because he created that mask just for her. But now he was shedding his mask in front of her. He was just an angry teenager yelling at the world. A teenager who seeks comfort and wants to make others he liked happy. A weak little boy who wants lots of different women to dote on him. A selfish bastard who imposes his own will on everyone he meets. An infuriating asshole who meddles in other people's lives just because he is bothered by it.
The absolute peak of selfishness and greed. A boy who wants others to smile just for his own self-satisfaction.
Imperfect. Brutish. Violent. Hypocrite. Ugly. Handsome. Perverted. Harem-seeking bastard. Charismatic. Shy. Insufferable. Comforting. Kind. Merciless.
All the bad things and all the good things.
This was who Kamijou Touma was.
The boy with the dragon tattoo.
"I'm standing here to save you! I'm fighting to rescue you and not anybody else! So spare me the artificial body, borrowed mind, being produced at the touch of a button, retail price bullshit!"
The boy roared with a fiery anger, as if howling at the night sky.
And yet his voice was pitiful, as if being struck with cold raindrops.
Misaka Imouto failed to understand.
Misaka didn't comprehend what this young man was trying to say. It wasn't like she had lied. She could, in fact, be automatically produced as many times as needed at the push of a button. If they were missing one, they could replenish their numbers with another, and if they needed twenty thousand, they could just add twenty thousand more. That was all she really was, wasn't she?
"—There's only one of you in the world, moron! It's so simple, and yet you don't get it!"
But for some reason, the boy's roaring voice reached her.
She hadn't believed him or anything.
Misaka Imouto still thought losing her life wouldn't be a problem.
But here, in front of her, why was he shouting that he didn't want to lose someone so insignificant.
Why was he so selfish like that?
Why was he so infuriating like that?
Misaka's heart burned, it was a new feeling. Anger. She was angry at him.
"Don't go dying on me. I've still got a million complaints for you—"
Even as she thought this boy was foolish and insufferable. His shouts were a sledgehammer that beat her heart constantly. She disliked this. She disliked everything about what she was feeling.
"—So I'm going to go ahead and save that sweet round ass of yours. Don't blame me if you cream your pants watching me be the most awesome and handsome hero you'll ever see."
He was always arrogant in her presence. Always saying perverted things about her. She hated that. She hated him so much. He never said perverted things to other women. He always said those things to her instead. Her forehead creased at him.
She was a clone massively produced. Her programming was logical, and her actions were always reasonable. Her thoughts and words were always modulated and held no intonation.
Her face was expressionless and there were no emotions she could ever produce.
So why…?
So why was she harshly glaring at him now?
And why…?
And why did he smile like the sun when he saw her glaring at him?
Misaka does not understand. Why is he so…
What was this warm feeling on her heart?
On her cheeks?
It felt like the night was blown away and there was something warm enveloping her.
She was scared of this feeling.
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Review Corner
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Fortitude501
I feel like I miscommunicated a lot. Touma is becoming dark so he's still not entirely there yet and will not reach the level of darkness that Mikoto will be. Touma needs a very good reason to kill someone, then he doesn't hesitate in showing cruelty. Now Mikoto will be a goddamn scary young women for the most part of this fic who just kills for the fun of it.
0 Jordinio 0
Mitsuari Ayu is still alive and kicking, however Touma thinks she's dead. I still haven't read Virtual-on yet so it's probably not going to get included, however Road and Miracle of Endmyon, Russian Demonstration, Liberal Arts City will still happen, yes most of the long side-stories will be included. As for the powers, it shall be explained much much later. Sorry to say but Aleister Coronzon, Aiwass, Othinus, High Priest, Niang-Niang, Nephytis and Anna can still beat Touma.
Blankow
While it would be funny to put Mikoto at #1, Kakine is still far above her in terms of power and usefulnesss in abillity. Mikoto is only gonig to claim the top spot much later. And yes Touma is unbeatable when compared to much of the earlier antagonists.
Aminadab Brulle
I've decided to postpone the lemons until the Daihasei Festival. While I live me some lemons, the story still comes first, however there will still be a lot of sexy times with Mikoto by herself until then. As for the dragon tattoo theory it will be one of the old testament great mysteries of my fic hmmm and for Touma's power it will be a genesis testament mystery so really far off. As for Mikoto, she really loves her sisters more than anything and that love will become a great chain around her neck as well and drive her even further into the pit.
Qrow454
Mikoto's New Railgun will be explained on the next arc. I'll give a hint now, the coin vaporizes when she flicks it so the metal does not travel a single meter. Suffice to say its linked to the transformation of matter into energy.
IllusionBreaker; UnkownSoul
I hope you guys like where this is heading!
Brosephg
Thank you for the great review. I always try to improve my writing and editing skills. So my readers can get a seamless reading experience. So far Mikoto killed everyone who deserved it, but what about when she starts killing people who don't deserve it? However you're in luck, that won't happen until after September 30 in the canon storyline. I'll still give Accelerator some characterization and justice to his character and what he becomes later, but don't expect him to live past this point.
Question
I'll still have to go on the drawing board to decide when I'm going to introduce Misaki into Touma's arcs. I already decided her entry into Mikoto's storyline which will be similar to canon.
Don't forget to leave your review on the latest chapter if you want questions answered or engagement with the author on the next chapter.
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Author's notes
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I want to tell you guys that Mitsuari Ayu is still alive and kicking, however Touma thinks she's dead. Mitsuari Ayu is the biggest failure in his life. The second biggest failure in his life is not finding Misaka Mikoto fast enough before she became a monster.
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