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End of the Line for Accelerator — II.
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August 18th.
Accelerator bent upwards as he was laying on the gravel ground, he was extremely hurt by the attack. In fact he was never hurt in his whole life until this point. he screamed and shrieked for the simple reason that he saw his shoulder turned backwards, a piece of flesh was almost hanging off near his shoulder and a lot of blood was coming out of it. he never realized how much his shoulder and arm being bent hurt.
What happened? What happened?!
He needed to… to control his pain. He needed to fix his arm. He controlled all vectors. He could move. He needed to move despite the pain.
And so with great difficulty Accelerator was able to turn his arm around to the proper place taking care of not to crush any blood vessel with his own power and for the first time controlled his synapses to stop sending pain to his brain. That meant he lost all feeling on his left arm, but it was enough for now. He still couldn't move it even though it felt like he had no arm. The piece of torn flesh had a bit of muscle, but the blood wasn't enough for him to pass out yet. Despite the cold sweat he was still fine, he could still move, he could still get up, he could still fight.
He felt scared.
And immediately squashed that feeling with his own rage. There was no way that he, Accelerator could feel such an emotion. He was stronger than anybody else. Whatever hit him, be it that fucking doll, or some other fuck would only pay the consequences from fucking with him.
"He He He Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha…"
"Don't fuck with meee!" Accelerator yelled at the sky. His red visage turned around to see the hole where he was sent through.
Then he saw someone walking through all that dust. A guy with a tattered shirt and worse-for-wear pants. His shoes were battered all to hell. He had the build of some professional wrestler and was quite tall, but from his face he was somewhere between 15-years-old to 16-years-old. Still on the first-year of high school.
Accelerator with his limp left arm without feeling any pain from it. Just leaned languidly and started to whisper. "…Hey, hey, hey. This must be a fucking joke. What happens with the experiment now? Now seriously, work with me here. I don't have enough cans of coffee to deal with this crap. And then we have some fuck wandering into the experiment area, that fucking clone is not doing her job properly. Huh?!"
"Can you stop your fucking babbling now, you piece of garbage?" the new arrival told him.
Accelerator stared at Touma. He couldn't believe his eyes.
Accelerator stared like a child who had never been scolded once since birth.
"Who do you think you are? You got no idea who you're pissin' off here. You're callin' me a piece of garbage? I'm one of the only seven Level 5s in this city, and they even say I'm way above all of them, and you're callin' me a piece of garbage?! What are you, God? Don't make me laugh." His low, quiet, bloodthirsty voice seeping with static electricity escaped into the air around them.
"…Heh. That's interesting… You're pretty funny, you know that? I don't get what the hell you did earlier but that must have been a fluke. Hey, give me your name third-string. You should be honored, you're the first person to ever hurt me! Accelerator, like this."
Kamijou Touma looked derisively at him. As if the spiky-haired boy was searching for the best words on how to piss someone off.
"Don't worry. I'm just your average high-school boy that you can find anywhere."
That made some blood vessels burst from Accelerator's forehead. the new arrival made fun of him saying that he was a goddamn normal boy when in fact he had a build like a university athlete and had a giant Dragon tattoo on his back, most people in the city did not have access to a tattoo artist. then he was the one that arrived and made some sort of strange thing that cancelled his reflection. Accelerator couldn't handle this bullshit any longer. Accelerator was now fuming with rage.
"If you're such a normal good boy, then why the hell are you here? What does that doll mean to you? Huh?!"
"Now we are getting to the crux of the problem, see I have some bad luck from time to time, so much so that it can be considered a running gag. This Kamijou-san has been involved in some harrowing situations in the past. However never before I have been so pissed like this—"
Kamijou Touma lived life more intensely than the normal person, meeting great people, enjoying fun with his friends and occasionally running into bad trouble in this great city. Some were pretty bad; some were pretty dark. There were important people he couldn't save. But this took the entire cake and more. Why the hell were her little sisters being killed for such a needy self-important fuck-up piece of burnable trash such as this prick?
"—So you see, no matter how much bad luck I encountered in the past, it doesn't even compare to your bad luck this night. I'm sorry that you were so unlucky. You encountered me in a very bad time. So, can you do me a favor and keel over and die, you scrawny little turd?"
Words that should have not come out from the person who was the paragon of all good came out. Those words came out from Touma's mouth as his pupils slitted like some sort of reptilian or feline.
Accelerator had to laugh, to think this third-string had the ability to trash-talk even the strongest Esper in Academy City. The absolute top dog in this place. It was laughable. However he couldn't let this go. This fuck had interrupted the experiment, hurt him and now was trying to trash-talk in equal terms. There was no equal when going against him, Accelerator.
So why was this piece of shit still standing?
Oh, that's right. Because Accelerator-sama was kind and merciful enough to hear this shit stain third-string until the end.
"He he he he Ha ha ha…Is that enough words, have you made your peace yet? I think it's time for you to die, shit stain."
Now, Accelerator charged, manipulating the vectors of his feet to his advantage. He would reach the boy in 0.3 seconds. The rails were manipulated and were being launched at the spiky-haired boy concurrently. It was a shame that he had no feeling in his left arm. But the right was enough. The strongest approached with a demented smile.
The fight between them had only just begun.
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Kamijou dodged the right hand and went for a strike, however the albino boy was a little better than he had imagined. Not wanting a repeat of the broken arm. Accelerator stepped on the ground and the large gravel was launched at the speed of sound. Rocks pounded his body, then from the dust the right arm came to touch his side, but Kamijou just took a step backwards and then tried to kick Accelerator, but that was a big mistake, his leg was pushed back with a greater force when it touched the boy's body.
"Hrm? So this is the so-called vector manipulation…?"
"Why the hell is your leg totally fine?!"
Accelerator was surprised so he could not reverse the blood flow of such a quick strike, however his reflection should have twisted that leg so it would be completely broken, but Touma just kicked the ground just fine. As if instead of being blasted off it was just a gentle push instead.
"How indeed…"
Kamijou arrived near Accelerator and punched the boy in the right side of the stomach, crushing a bit of his intestines with it with his right hand, then went for a punch at the albino boy's head, but Accelerator's right hand trudged through the pain and went for a touch...
Kamijou stepped back, avoiding the touch.
Accelerator stared at the boy in rage, controlling the vectors of his abdomen so as not to lose too much blood and limiting the pain from that part of the body.
"….You think you're hot shit." Accelerator stabbed a container with his bare hand, his slender arm was like a spear. Then he lifted it and launched. Multiplying the speed until it reached Mach 4 and then the contained crashed right on Touma's face.
It made a small explosion that lifted the gravel in the air and made such a loud sound that if they were in some sort of residential area the people would hear it.
However. Accelerator was not done. He kicked the next containers like paper carton and like he was in some sort of training league of football, he kept punting the heavy containers one by one. A deluge of containers, each weighing more than a ton, was nothing to someone who could reflect any forces in the universe. Accelerator did not have to worry about evading.
Beneath the rubble was Kamijou. However this time Accelerator was more proactive and went deep in the dust. He punted the gravel at relativistic speeds, as if meteor showers were happening in real life. That would have been enough to assail any country's defenses, just pieces of rock controlled by his vectors, and yet Accelerator did not stop. He picked a piece of metal from the destroyed containers and arrived in an instant at two feet from the spiky-haired boy who was dodging the meteor shower.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! You should thank me for dying so spectacularly you piece of human shit! He he he he Ha ha ha!"
Accelerator swung the metal like some sort of bat in a baseball game.
However unlike a normal batter. He accelerated the kinetic speed and energy to less than 20% of the speed of light itself. That superheated the 'metal bat' that he held so much that it turned into a sword of pure blinding light before it vaporized, pure hot, pure heavy... The kinetic force created pushed the core of atoms together causing… yes…
It moved so fast that when it hit Kamijou's face it created a mini-fusion at the atomic level. And with the dust from the wheat and barley as well as the gravel in the air. The result was obvious.
A pure fireball with no radiation was born in that place.
The core of the attack and explosion superheated to 100,000,000 Kelvin for a tiny brief moment before it wrecked half the train yard and instantly cooled to just a few thousand degrees. Wind was created in that windless night however it subsided.
However a fusion-like reaction had been definitely produced from Accelerator.
A fusion-like reaction produced by bare hands. No wonder they ranked him as the #1.
The strongest Esper indeed.
If someone looked outside the window, they'd see a deep red sky that would last for 5 minutes before subsiding.
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Mikoto rushed blindingly through the night before the sky turned red.
She overcharged her bioelectricity and jumped over buildings and skyscrapers themselves, to arrive at the site. She developed both an EM sight and also a bioelectricity sight as well. So she could see the people's nervous system as if their bodies were scanned in real time.
The fireball was intense, the heat was already making her sweaty as she braved the train yard.
She saw someone at the edge of the fireball. It was…
It was her, identical and yet different, with the same face and body. Her precious and adorable little sister. She was bleeding but fortunately her injuries weren't fatal, however the heat from the fireball was arriving at that position.
She arrived faster than sound and gently picked up her lovely sister.
"Misaka doesn't understand, that boy and now even Onee-sama, why do you keep trying to save Misaka, her life… her life is…"
"I love you…"
Mikoto whispered in her little sister's ears as they arrived on the side of the train tracks, they were sufficiently away from the fireball that spanned more than 50 meters in radius at all sides.
"I'm sorry, I wanted to save my little sisters with all I had, I wanted my little sisters to roam this world free, free of hurt and suffering. But I am so weak. I'm sorry that you got saddled with such an unreliable and bad big sister like me."
"'That's not true, Onee-sama is strong and pretty, she always took care of Misaka ever since she met Misaka. You never turned Misaka away.' Misaka explains while praising Onee-sama for being so kind to a test subject."
Mikoto looked at her own little sister, she had no expression but there was a fervor in her voice.
"Have you perhaps thought that they reciprocate your feelings of love? That there is no one in the world they love more than their strong big sister?"
That idiot. Mikoto thought as the wind blew her short hair. The one responsible for creating them was her, the one who made them go through all this suffering was her. She should be blamed, her sin of creating this nightmarish pit of endless suffering should not be forgiven. But why was she hoping…?
Hoping that she wasn't going to be alone from now on?
Hoping that her normal life would return despite being a despicable devil that destroyed more than 400 lives by her own hands?
Any other person watching would be sick at her selfish thoughts. She should be judged in an international court with her charges being crimes against humanity. Mikoto's sentence should be execution or life imprisonment.
Yet she was an ugly thing. Hoping that she could create a future where she and her sisters smiled. That idiot would be there for them. Perhaps her mama and papa would be there. Her friends would visit sometimes.
A paradise-like island where she and her sisters could have fun under the gentle sun.
Every single dream of hers had herself in it. She was in the center of paradise.
How unbearably selfish she was…
A girl who wanted it all.
Beautiful. Lovely. Electric. Normal. Imperfect. Sadistic. Empathetic. Psychotic. Reasonable. Monster. Angel. Perverted. Innocent.
All the bad things and all the good things.
This was Misaka Mikoto.
The girl who wanted paradise for herself.
Something like that.
"Please… Please live! I want you to live. I love you so much, please." Mikoto said.
Words of a monster who killed over 400 people should have been scoffed at. After all this point, this sadistic monster wanted somebody else to live? A Saint or a God from above should have struck and passed some sort of divine punishment on the girl called Misaka Mikoto.
Her sisters lives had more worth than the entire world ten times over in Mikoto's mind. That's why she was such an irredeemable monster. No matter how many years down the line, her answer would not change. That's why she was irredeemable. Because she would become the darkest being on history who wrecked innocent and unrelated lives without a care if it meant making a safe haven for her little sisters.
That's why this monster who was crying should have died this night. Because she was the worst sort of human in the entire world's history.
However…
That boy still wanted Mikoto to live, despite knowing her true nature.
Mikoto put her chin on her little sister's shoulders, some of her pearly tears fell on her little sister's small shoulders.
Her little sister's hands arrived on her hair, and her precious little sister stroked her hair.
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Huff Huff, That piece of shit who didn't even gave his name should have been dead now. He had some sort of endurance Esper power, one that let him survive kinetic forces.
In a way that was a different kind of invulnerability than Accelerator's reflection. That was why when he kicked Accelerator, his leg did not shatter. Then again, he attacked so fast I wouldn't be able to react and activate a reverse-blood flow there. Reflection was a basic unconscious effort. Even if Accelerator were attacked by something as fast as light itself, the reflection would still work. However reverse-bloodflow was a conscious active effort on his part, he just wasn't ready for that. So Accelerator could not get a clean hit on that trash to test out the limits of the endurance-type Esper power the shit stain had. All he knew were that launching things at extreme speeds did not work, but that attack he did just now worked, there was no way for anybody to survive that and seriously walk-it off. It was not possible in this world of cold hard facts and systematic rules. The body was completely and utterly vaporized.
Haah Haah, I guess I need to fix my wording. While I can survive a nuke in my face it doesn't matter when the reaction burns all the oxygen nearby. God fucking dammit that piece of shit making me go this far.
Accelerator was kneeling a few hundred meters away panting and huffing on the ground. The train-yard was half-destroyed, the bay part was completely sunken into the nearby river from that.
If this was what a mini-fusion could do. Accelerator had to chuckle. He really was the strongest.
However now he knew of a critical weakness in himself. He really couldn't breathe in a large enough explosion that burned the oxygen. So things like thermobaric bombs would be a pain. A nuclear bomb might finish him off due to its insane radius, even if he rushed towards the ends of the explosion he might run out of air before he could breathe again.
But then he coughed up some blood. His intestines were still badly damaged, he really needed some help this time. When was the last time he actually went to the doctor and let them mess with his insides?
Could he really trust a fucking doctor on an operating table to cut open his insides and fix his organs?
Of course not, but this was still really bad, even if he redirected the pain signals to not reach his brain it was still a shitty situation. He couldn't divert all his calculations to the blood flow of his own body yet to focus on healing. The damn clone was still wandering around and he wouldn't think they'd be gentle enough to let this interference get in the way until the clone was dead.
He needed to go kill that clone and then go to sleep… yeah, some good coffee from the convenience might be nice.
He pushed his scrawny body up from the ground. His muscles were all tight and sore, but he moved. Tonight was really shitty but at least that fuck was dead now.
"Oh, what, what? what's this, the third-string comes yet again?!"
There in the start of the train yard, near some still undamaged containers by the right side of the tracks was two girls with the same face, same body, same uniform. Yet one had a neutral expression while the other had an apocalyptic expression. One was a clone, the other was not.
So the original arrived yet again.
Her face of despair as she realized she couldn't beat him was so sweet. He could almost get himself off from that memory alone.
"W—Where is that idiot?"
"Oh, you mean that shit stain. I killed him just now. "
She had a look of utter despair and brokenness on her face. Even the clone we should have no emotions displayed a look of surprise and then acceptance, however there was something more in those eyes something strange and human-like, almost as if the clone learned how to hate a person. Yes anger was the most human expression. He knew all about it. But that was ridiculous, they were just dolls produced at the push of a button, their materials and manufacturing process costed 180,000 yen in total. They were cheap toys that he could dispose of to get stronger.
If…
If they were anything more than that…
"Oh, are you crying now, hehe, the third-string can't do anything right can you? Can't fight me so she goes around killing people related to the project, yet they still don't stop. After all, everybody wants me to be Level 6, even your 'precious' sisters…"
"… You bastard." They were pure tears of rage and despair. Rage because he was still alive and kicking, despair because the boy she spent her summer with had sacrificed his life for her. "I—I should have stopped him…"
"Oh, so you're the one who sicked the shit stain on me, ehhh? Now that's interesting, do you have any more heroes coming to help your pretty ass? There aren't are there, after all, nobody would come help a monster, isn't that right?" Accelerator laughed maniacally.
…
A step crushed the gravel, behind him. Accelerator's face turned very slowly, as if fearing who was behind him.
It was…
"Why does your conversation start on the premise that I'm dead, that's kinda cruel isn't it. This Kamijou-san might be very misfortunate, but it's you who has the bad luck tonight, isn't that right, scrawny pale piece of turd?"
The soul-crushing harsh voice reached their ears, for the two girls hugging themselves with the same face, that voice warmed their heart, but for the deathly Accelerator, that voice was…
"You…"
The boy named Kamijou Touma talked as if everything around was a light-hearted comic, but his words did not contain all the meaning of what he spoke. Every action the boy made could be connected with the word violence. Every single motion was meant to intimidate, every single tone was like something hot just burned your spine.
"When you went to strike me with that piece of metal, I knew it was going to be bad so I threw my pants outside of the explosion before everything kinda melted and vaporized around me… So I had to pause the fight to search for it, can't fight naked right?"
"…"
He said stuff about throwing his pants away before the fusion-based explosion hit his face directly. He went to get his pants, that was why he took his sweet time arriving. However he was not wearing his pants. He was carrying it over the shoulder with his left hand, looking all happy. While both his shoes, socks and boxers were completely vaporized.
"Hey! You idiot, why aren't you wearing your pants then?!" the one who complained was not Accelerator but Mikoto who was blushing and looking away.
"'Misaka thought the boy couldn't be more perverted than this. Misaka reevaluates the boy's proclivities for voyeurism.' Misaka says as she is trying to get Onee-sama's hands off her vision."
"Oh, that's right." Kamijou Touma looked down and sighed. Not even one bit concerned about his own nudity. And as if he were in a bathroom or a locker room, he started dressing himself with his pants, the last article of clothing he had.
Making fun of me, this shit stain keeps making fun of me until the very end. Accelerator was not amused in the slightest. The shit stain was looking down on him until the end, and thought it was perfectly normal to just dress himself in the middle of a fight.
So, Accelerator took charge, towards Touma who was preoccupied with dressing himself. Touma did not react, even with Mikoto tearfully shouted at him to watch out.
"You know Accelerator, all this scene was made to give you a chance to run away from this fight, you know?" Kamijou whispered but Accelerator heard it. Touma was still having trouble on putting the correct leg in the right socket. That whole naked part was to kill the mood entirely from the fight and give a way for Accelerator to escape. Touma could have come here dressed with his pants and continued the dreadful fight but he did not… And Accelerator, either due to pride or obliviousness could not pick the cues. It was truly unfortunate.
A misfortunate night indeed.
Touma whispered sadly so the other two girls couldn't hear him. "Despite everything, I still didn't want to kill you like this. So if you had run away from here, from this city, country and hemisphere. Things might have been different. Despite it all, in the end, I kind of saw myself in you. We've both have been blessed by amazing powers since a young age."
Because they were blessed with something to be called absolute power, they intimately knew. That power drives people away from their lives. Even in a society where the superpowers are commonplace. Some people like them who could kill others in a snap were terrifying. Even if Touma had the power to flick someone's head off. Even if he had the power to beat someone with the title of a Saint. Even if he could endure all the attacks from the #3, even if he could survive a fusion-explosion without any harm done to him.
Kamijou Touma was able to find friends. He didn't go on the easy path; he always chose the hardest but correct path for him. If he was bothered by something, then he acted. He was able to find meaningful connections in this city despite having something close to absolute power. Kamijou maintained his stance that power in itself wasn't evil. It might drive people away, but still there were people out there that did not care and that accepted him and stuck close to him despite him having the power to kill them faster than they could blink.
"—Therefore, I think you could have found someone like that if you just kept searching. You went on the easy path of isolating yourself so much that you can't see the girl crying in front of you. She, who shared a great part of life with you. She, who knows you better than anyone else. Why can't you see that she was crying for you this whole time? You didn't pick the harder path in life and it turned out like this."
What is this piece of trash saying now? Accelerator felt like time had slowed to a crawl, in this world of slowed time, only he and that shit stain were there. Touma looked down.
"I'm sorry Accelerator… the girl I like turned into a monster because she loved her sisters so much, she saw those girls were crying even if they didn't show it. She felt their pain as her own, and she chose the hardest path. She did everything… she sacrificed herself both physically and mentally, she did everything. She did not rest. Some might say she chose the wrong path in life and perhaps that is also right. That's why I'm saying sorry right now Accelerator."
What is this guy saying?
"The girl I like has already turned into an irredeemable monster. But you could say I value her more than the entire world. When weighting her against you, the choice becomes clear. I don't want her to be alone. I want to protect both her future and her happiness from now on. If I have to turn into a monster so I can understand her suffering, then so be it. All I'm saying is, I'm sorry you had to die." Kamijou finished putting on his pants after a great struggle that seemed planned by him.
Why does this shit stain get to decide when I'm going to die? Accelerator grabbed the boy's left arm and reversed the blood flow. Now he's definitely dead! Accelerator smiled manically, however Kamijou Touma had not exploded in a shower of gore. Touma only spit on Accelerator's face. A spit of blood that was reflected and fell to the ground.
Huh? There was no conceivable way for a human to survive their blood flow reversed, and yet the boy did not appear fazed. He only spit a small amount of blood and that was it. However Touma was not done humiliating Accelerator.
Touma's large right hand arrived on Accelerator's neck and raised him off the ground.
Accelerator struggled and palmed Touma with his struggling arms and legs, however his power wouldn't work, his reflection wasn't there, he could not produce one single vector manipulation with his power, and he was being choked by that right hand.
Yes, as long as that right hand was in contact with a body part. An Esper could never produce a supernatural phenomenon.
Right now Accelerator wasn't the strongest Esper, the #1 Level 5, the top dog. No, he was just a scrawny boy with 45 kilograms of mass. With nutrients deprivation and weak bones due to vitamin deficiency.
Without the power that made Accelerator, Accelerator, who was he?
What was he made of?
Where was he going?
Was the only thing that mattered his power?
Was that all his identity's worth?
"See, I see so much of me in you it's frankly scary…" Kamijou whispered, shedding the mask and turning into an anxious teenager all of the sudden, but still pressing harder on the one-arm choking. "What the hell am I worth? Is it because of my power? Because of my right hand? Is that all who Kamijou Touma is? Is that all everyone cares about? I am deathly afraid of the answer."
"The girl I like is watching. So I need to put on a show that she'd like. I'm sorry if this hurts you Accelerator, but as I said, I need to become a monster, so I need to prove my resolve in her eyes, or else she will really feel alone in this world."
Kamijou apologized for being so selfish.
Before mercilessly elbowing the boy's chest and caving one of his lungs. Then he threw the boy on the ground and some of the gravel penetrated the boy's back. Kamijou's eyes turned psychotic. And he looked like he was enjoying torturing Accelerator. All the while still holding him by the neck and still nullifying the albino boy's power.
Kamijou threw this scrawny body around like an internet personality destroying his own electronics in a fit of rage. Breaking every bone, tearing every muscle, flattening every organ of his insides.
Kamijou, who was smirking looked truly insane. He looked as if he was enjoying this from the bottom of his heart. To the girl who wanted this ending, he must have looked like the perfect man. And that was fine, he was willing to put on so many masks for the people he liked.
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.
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Misaka Mikoto witnessed it. She witnessed the boy she met this summer crushing Accelerator with his bare hands. Fighting with a fervor only seen in wrestling matches and unlike wrestling, this was deathly real. Full of elbows, back hands, punches and kicks. As long as that right hand held that neck firmly. Accelerator could not produce an AIM field and thus could not use his reflection.
It was the same as her. She had the power to destroy an entire nation if enough days were given to her, and yet with just a light touch of his large right hand, she became as weak as a schoolgirl. Still somewhat athletic. Still somewhat influenced by the 'consequences' of meddling with Bioelectricity.
Accelerator appeared to be completely invincible to her, and yet he lost to a single choke.
And now she was seeing the boy she spent her magical summer with mercilessly brutalizing Accelerator, right in front of her, just 15 meters away. She could hear the intense punches; she could hear Accelerator body being crushed. She could hear Accelerator scream in pain.
What did the fourteen-year-old girl think of the scene of brutality happening in her vision?
It was completely and utterly orgasmic.
Her mouth turned into a deranged smile. The piece of shit was finally getting his just-desserts. Every single scream and every single crunch that she heard sent shivers.
This was how much she hated Accelerator. It was complete horrendous abhorrent revulsion. The worst possible feeling one could face.
She truly was sick that she could enjoy such a scene.
And… And… And… the boy she held curiosity for, the boy who said she wanted to live, was smiling just like her, as he tormented, tortured, and made Accelerator scream.
Was… Was she truly not alone? Could a sick girl like her truly go on living in the normal bright world…?
This memory would surely be used in one of her masturbating sessions. Her shorts beneath her mini-skirt were getting wet. Her breathing was completely shallow, and her pupils were dilated. She was utterly sadistic when it came to the suffering of others and she was completely hopeless.
God, she was so sick to the head it wasn't even funny anymore. Of course that wasn't her whole personality as she was human, which meant that she also felt really bad for feeling this way. But she couldn't help it, on those two weeks she had to like killing people to continue on her life, she had to enjoy causing suffering on others.
And that broke her.
A tiny part of her felt this sexually pleased at someone she loathed getting their just desserts… she should have been ashamed.
She belonged in a dirty and tiny prison cell on a bottom of a deserted barren pit.
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The project Radio Noise had been in the production stage for at least five whole years. The current generation Misaka with her network, the whole 20,000 sisters had been born within two years. Misaka 10032 had her batch of sisters born two months prior. With the help of Testament she was able to learn mastery of speech, manners, history and a bunch of different information. She was also linked with the Misaka Network using her electromagnetism.
Normally that wouldn't be possible, gathering Electromasters and linking their thoughts would be an impossibility. However since Misaka contained the genes of her Onee-sama, it could be argued that their neural synapses, or rather, their brains were identical. So it was really easy for them to create a Network of 20,000 brains with the processing power of a supercomputer.
Therefore Misaka 10032 had the previous memories of her sisters, their lives, experiences and thoughts, and that made her trapped in a feedback loop. Almost as if she were in an echo chamber where her own voice pounded her head. That created a whole slew of problems in itself but that wasn't the focus.
Even so, even with all this information, she was still two months old. No matter how many memories or past experiences, that couldn't be changed.
For the clone who only had at most two months of life.
What did the scene in front of her portray?
For a clone that didn't have any value. What did she think of when she saw her biggest terror being brutally destroyed and humiliated by that boy?
What did the world look like in that clone's eyes?
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Accelerator was having some thoughts. The pain was so unbearable that he was turning delirious. His heart pounded hard in his chest and might have stopped a few times. Or perhaps it was stopped already and he was just feeling the last dregs of circulation pass through. He could not lift his arms or legs anymore. The muscles and bones were pulverized. Half his organs were probably bleeding. His skull had hairline fractures. One of his eyes was almost popping out of its socket.
He could not produce a single resistance anymore, his vector control was not wanting to respond, as if he never had an ability in the first place...
His back was on the ground. He was looking at the sky but he could barely see past 5 meters from his face. Everything was turning dark. His thoughts were jumbled, and his head was high with the last of adrenaline being pumped into it before his systems started closing down.
He was dying. Battered down by bare hands.
However in the last moments it appeared time itself had slown down to a crawl.
Accelerator experienced a final moment of clarity.
And memories from the past started painfully arriving.
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He had a name, a normal name instead of Accelerator, but he long forgot what it was. Or… perhaps he knew all along and did not want to say.
One day his ability manifested to protect himself from a bully, the event triggered a chain reaction of suffering… concerned school staff… then concerned dorm suvervisors… then concerned local law enforcement…
Weeks of running away, only to be met by increasingly larger forces the world offered. Until he was walking on a bridge above a free-way, skyscrapers on both sides. And yet there were no cars, the normal urban scenery had turned into something out of an action film.
Tanks crowding the highway. Helicopters crowding the sky. Everything from missiles to snipers all had their aim at him. A child of eight years old. Academy City itself was mobilizing against him.
It was enough.
He gave up.
Then after months of confinement he was sent to a 'special institute' where for years scientist galore would turn up to mess with him and his body, developing his power as they pleased. Everything about his power was well documented and researched by Academy City. You could say he was the second most well researched Level 5. Just behind the third-string.
The other Level 5s while studied, there was much unknown about them. That's why they mostly avoided direct cruelty from above. Or if they experienced some sort of darkness, it was either a light sort of darkness or by accident or they chose that path themselves. In the end if you were the seven cursed people who reached Level 5, your life would not be sunshine and rainbows. Even the #3 who had the prettiest life of all had been stained by dragging her body in pits full of shit and blood.
Because he was being toyed with by various researchers some projects came to light because of him. It wasn't just the third-string who had insane and criminal projects drawn based off her power.
The most famous or infamous project that came about from that time was something called the Dark May Project. After Accelerator's personality had been re-worked on that 'special institution', the Dark May Project was an experiment that used subjects who were most likely Child Errors, in an effort to replicate Accelerator's powers by using a similar pattern of ability operation. This was done by referencing his own cognitive patterns or to be more colloquial, his parts of his personality in order to optimize the personal realities of certain Espers taking part in the experiment.
A lot of children had died from that.
Child Errors.
Just the name this City had given orphans were crazy. It was well-known that there weren't any parents around Academy City. So to a city-wide boarding school, it needed to attract children worldwide to fill up its population. The two ways it did so was by laying a honey-trap called the Esper development program and the advanced education it could provide. With so many benefits for your child going to Academy City, a lot of greedy parents would send their children there, it did not matter the nationality. After all if your child had the chance of developing a power only seen in comic books and have a 30-year advanced education compared to the rest of the world, why wouldn't you send your child there?
The second way was more insidious. Child Errors were bought orphans. There was a foster care program in Japan which sent the orphans here and Academy City did not stop there, it also bought orphans from other countries as well. Mostly from Asia and Africa. A glorified legal human trafficking of children.
And since they were orphans, nobody would complain if they went missing or died from some experiment.
They used 300 to 500 child errors there in that project. Most of them died. And the children who survived had nowhere to go but deeper into the darkness of Academy City to survive.
The Dark May Project had its doors shut down by Anti-Skill sometime later, but it was too little too late. The children had already died, the few that survived went 'missing'. The researchers of the institute were caught but released. Some poor intern or another took the full brunt of 'justice' while the leaders of the institute were never even caught and just sipped their drinks in their high-luxury apartments far removed from consequence.
The institute was broken down, and thankfully there was a silver-lining to the whole thing… Accelerator could finally begin to truly live outside of those walls. He had a small apartment. He loved to buy coffee and just walk the streets while looking at the urban scenery. He was fourteen back then and just wanted to be left alone.
However it started.
He didn't remember how it did, but some punk got into a confrontation with him. And the usual happened, a broken arm or a broken wrist and a loser with a broken pride.
However starting that week, the number of street thugs looking for a confrontation increased tenfold. As if a wild virus had infected the places he walked, all he found were 'zombies' every day all day trying to challenge him. And that was before the fucks found out that he was a Level 5. After they learned that he was the #1 Level 5…
It truly got stressful, why couldn't they leave him alone?
Everywhere he walked
Everywhere he rested.
They were like parasites.
Annoying flies that get up in your face as you were trying to sleep and making those loud buzzing noises.
Why couldn't they see that no matter how many times they challenged him, they wouldn't win?
Every day were different faces, every day was a new gang. It felt this city had enough back alley rats that it could fill an entire continent and still have rats in reserve.
"May I have a moment of your time?"
There it was. Some businessman arrived before him, Talking about some sort of experiment calculated by Tree diagram. Becoming a Level 6 could change the state of where things were going. If he continued down that path of beating every single punk that came his way, eventually the disturbances might be enough that it could cause the world's army to eventually come running after him. He'd be blamed and accused. With every weapon turned to aim at the 'monster' with the white hair...
"Kh Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha…"
"Mass-produced human clones are forbidden by international law. If you have this many of these things, you're even shadier than I thought… And ballsier too, though maybe that's a symptom of all the screws you're missing from your head."
Yes, the scientist were all insane. However Accelerator still proceeded with the experiment.
Even when he saw that girl of fourteen with a bullet wound to her stomach. That clone falling into the darkness of death, despite only being born a week before. He still continued.
Was she crying back then?
Even when he annihilated a group of sisters. There was something odd, something he noticed. They tried their hardest to protect the other clone without regards to their lives. Why did they try to protect the other so much?
He heard that group of sisters had spent at least a month of communal living in the lab.
Did they want their sisters to live, despite their programming?
Were they crying back then?
When the experiment sites began on Academy City's streets, the first clone was dazzled by the sky and the city. Her movements were clumsy, she often hit things in her way. She tripped more times than he could count. However now he remembered, there was a sense of wonder in her eyes.
Wasn't there?
Was she…
Why was he remembering these details now? He wasn't even paying attention back then…
There was a clone that had some sort of kiddy toy strapped to her clothes. Even after he ripped her legs, even after he turned her electrical attack against him, she crawled away. And… And…
Was she smiling?
Why?
Why?
Why?
The boy with the dragon tattoo arrived on top of him. His right hand was raised and clenched, and he could see the moon behind that fist. As if a planet was falling. That fist was falling towards Accelerator's head.
" You went on the easy path of isolating yourself so much that you can't see the girl crying in front of you. She, who shared a great part of life with you. She, who knows you better than anyone else. Why can't you see that she was crying for you this whole time?"
Guinea Pigs. Dolls. Clones.
If power breeds war. Then create an absolute existence so that fighting becomes useless. If I do that… If I try my hardest… I won't… have to… hurt anyone any… more.
That right fist was disintegrating both gravity and air. That fist was as if a planet was colliding with the air. It felt incredibly heavy. The result of that fist landing on his skull would be clear as day.
Accelerator saw something around him. All scattered around him. The bodies of the sisters he killed. He was in a dark room with no floor or ceiling. And they were staring at him. Bloody corpses all looking at him.
What was I even doing?
What was even the point of my life?
The clones shed tears for him.
The dolls shed tears for him.
The guinea pigs shed tears for him.
Why…?
Funny thing. The ones whom he spent most of his life with were them. The boy with a dragon tattoo was right. They knew him more than anybody else. All he had was unfinished regrets about his short life.
When was the last time he ever cried?
Why did they have to die…? For a shit like me….?
The fist of death reached his skull…
That was the end of Accelerator's short life…
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Is it over? Mikoto thought with a complicated look on her face.
She saw how the fist of destruction. That clenched right hand came down to earth like a giant planet colliding. Be it the air particles, be it gravity, be it reality itself, everything was erased in the path of that fist.
When it hit Accelerator's face, she saw how the fist erased every single tissue of his face, every single muscle and blood vessel underneath, finally erasing the skull and the brain.
She hugged her precious little sister as the wind blew making them grab onto the ground in fear of being lifted by the strong winds. The result was clear, everything above the shoulders was erased. Accelerator's face, his neck, his white hair, everything was gone.
All that was left was a headless body in a crater of about fifty centimeters deep and two meters wide. The blood was leaking out from the vessels near the base of the non-existent neck however it wasn't spurting grand quantities of blood for a simple reason. His heart wasn't beating anymore, it wasn't beating because Touma delivered a great beat down earlier that stopped many of his organs already from that point. It was a miracle that Accelerator had survived all that, Mikoto felt giddy as if watching a wrestler or a street thug with super strength actually crushing someone for the fun of it.
Touma looked over them, and she smiled at him. Her sister had some complicated feelings swirling around her eyes. But before Mikoto could dote on her and say that everything would be alright something… something happened.
"D̷̰͙̅ẹ̵̇s̶̗̗̐̄t̷̼̿͆r̶͉̥̓ö̵̠y̴̪̣̚ ̧̼̂Dḙ̶̟̏s̶͚͊ẗ̴͖́r̴̖̯͛o̷̪̿͑y̶̫͂̇.̵̪̬͌̔.̶͈͑̕.̶̆́͜Kiḻ̶̮́̉l̴̯̏̐ ̶̟̎́i̷̛̺̍t̴̝̏͝ ̷̰͝m̷̅ͅĕ̵̞͔̎ ̷̗̓͒d̴̯̕͜o̵̡͛ ̦í̷̧͖t̶͍̅̚.̴͓̏ ̩̂͊K̵͕̺͠i̴͇̭̿͘l̵̛̲̼l̵̯̘̿͆ẏ̶̧͒o̴̝͘ù̶̟̲.̗̘̂..̴͉͂"
Black wings, twenty of them. Surged from that dead body. And instantaneously threw Touma to the other side of the city. Almost as if watching someone be turned into a comet leaving the earth. Mikoto was sure that even Touma was surprised and was caught off guard.
Because this was insanity.
It was a complete headless body.
Such things could never happen in a world of cold facts and systematic rules.
The speech hurt her ears. She used her hand to cover her sister's tender ears so she wouldn't listen to such a terrible language. It was giving her an urge to vomit with how badly the headache was getting.
However the words weren't coming out of that headless body, it was coming from those black wings.
Accelerator should have been dead. He was dead.
Seeing the headless body be controlled like a creepy marionette, as if the limp body moving so unnaturally was controlled by those wings. Mikoto now understood.
This was regret and rage.
Accelerator's last feelings being manifested as some macabre doll of destruction that wanted nothing more than to rage at the world.
To Mikoto who despised Accelerator with every fiber of her being, what did the scene in front of her make her feel?
What about her precious sister? Her nemesis and the person she spent the most time with, turned into an angel of vengeance upon dying. The nightmare wasn't over. Even if no tears fell from that face, her sister was surely crying. Mikoto understood that and embraced her beloved sister.
The twenty wings pointed to the heavens, the night was windless. The moon was high up in the sky.
"W̷̘̌o̷͎̍r̶͙̈́l̷̨̾d̷͙̑.̵̣̅ ̷͙̋B̷̦̍ë̵̹́ing.̷͉̈́ ̴̺͠W̶̩̚in̵͍͠g̴͍̒s̴̼̈́.̷̧͒ ̵̲́H̷̯͆a̵̬̚v̵̖́é̴̺ ̵͔̂Ḫ̶̿à̴̫ẗ̴̞ë̷̫.̴͖̑ ̷̯̽W̷̺̿or̷̤̀l̴̊ͅd̷̘͠.̴̣́ ̴͕̀M̴̪͆á̷̼y̶̺̔"
Then a storm was form. Accumulated air converging in one spot to form something only seen in large hadron colliders.
Is that quark—gluon plasma…?
Quark—gluon plasma filled the entire Universe before matter was created. Quark–gluon plasma was a state of matter in which the elementary particles that made up the hadrons of baryonic matter were freed of their strong attraction for one another under extremely high energy densities.
This is insane. The temperature of quark—gluon plasma is 6 trillion Kelvin.
The entire eastern part of the world should have been instantly dead at that point. But even Mikoto and her sister who were so close to it were fine. Mikoto looked closely to that blinding light, using not her vision, but her electromagnetic sensing capability. There was some sort of membrane, a small bubble around it all, that prevented the worst of the temperature and the worst of the light itself…
That meant that the vengeful black angel could control that quark—gluon plasma like a spear of disintegration. That meant that angel needed supreme control over that destructive state of matter or else even that vengeful angel would die from that.
Accelerator is dead. Even he can't redirect that quark—gluon plasma if he's bathed in it. No… more precisely, those black wings can't survive if they are hit by their own attack!
Accelerator was dead, the ones moving his dead body were the wings who had sentience and the rage and guilt and regret of the dead Accelerator.
Mikoto could surmise what the wings would do next after making such a powerful attack. They would redirect it forward and blast this entire top half of the country off. Most likely it would make it so that the angel of vengeance survived and would go on rampaging across the world. That's why it couldn't afford to make any miscalculation, because that quark—gluon plasma was an unstoppable force that not even it could survive.
Misaka Mikoto was the strongest Electromaster, if she could somehow disrupt his manipulation and calculation for just a bit, she could wrestle the control away from those wings and make it sure that the country itself wasn't going to perish.
This wasn't about her own revenge anymore. She still wanted to save others, even if she was a sadistic devil. In that city, her friends still lived, her sisters were still around. Just outside Academy City, her mama lived in Tokyo. Her papa might not be around Japan, but he would be sad if tomorrow this country was wiped without any explanation.
What a selfish girl she was…
"Hey, please, please listen to me, can you do me a favor? I need your strength…" Mikoto implored her sister.
Misaka 10032 had never discovered any worth in her life.
Her mind was empty, injected with a program, and placed into a body of flesh reproducible at the push of a button. She seriously believed that she was easily replaceable should her 180,000-yen life be destroyed.
Her life didn't actually have any value, but now that she knew that there were people who would become monsters and crumble in sadness and despair over losing such a paltry thing, she could no longer die.
And she was able to think that if her paltry existence was able to help her Onee-sama, who despite saying that she was such a monster, was looking at her with quite the heroic eyes.
If she could save that, if she could be of help for her Onee-sama then, well, that would be a wonderful thing.
There was something she had to do.
She had found something she needed to protect.
"There's something I want you to do. No, there's something that only you can do!"
I find it difficult to understand the meaning in what Onee-sama says— Slowly, Misaka began to direct strength to her limbs. —but somehow, it has given me quite the surprise, thinks Misaka, noting her sincere feelings.
It was because there were two people in the world who valued her… …that she felt that she wanted to live.
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When the wind turbines turned reverse there was a brief moment in time where the black wings lost control of the quark—gluon plasma produced. Mikoto did not lose that extremely brief chance.
She used everything. She wrestled control of the quark—gluon plasma away from those black wings. She suffered because of the untold strength that those wings had. There were twenty of them. And she felt strange, she was having a bit of a headache.
Were her eyes bleeding?
She did not care.
She made a narrow tunnel of electromagnetism so that no heat could ever escape. That tunnel or narrow tower had its length going up into outer space itself. She guided the quark—gluon plasma through that tiny tube, bathing the black wings in the power of 6 trillion Kelvin of temperature. While concurrently she both sapped the energy from the system until it was cold enough and blasted it off into the tube. The heat was travelling at a third of the speed of light.
She made something that rivaled a space elevator.
She was the strongest Electromaster.
She wouldn't let anyone dispute that title.
2 minutes passed. The threat to humanity was over.
What rested was a blackened and charred area.
Everything that happened today defied logic and comprehension.
Mikoto couldn't keep up with the scale of it all.
But she did it.
"'Onee-sama, your eyes are bleeding… Please let Misaka help you' Misaka states while tenderly wiping off the blood with a handkerchief."
Her lovely little sister carefully put a handkerchief in her closed eyes and wiped off the blood. Mikoto opened her eyes to see her sister's face, an identical face to hers, her precious little sister had a tiny smile.
Could there be more love than this?
Mikoto affirmed something again… For her sisters, she would face the world ten times over.
"Th—Thank you…"
Then a crash happened. At the site of that black charred location, both sisters looked in despair.
A badly burned body, with sixteen wings had risen, like a controlled limp doll. A completely macabre sight. That sight couldn't even be considered to be what Accelerator once was.
D—Did the quark—gluon plasma not work? Did it just destroy 4 wings?
Mikoto had almost no power left to use, not after averting that absolute calamity those wings produced.
"P—Please… somebody…"
Mikoto cried.
"Ṕ̵͜le̵̻̍as̷͕̾e̵̙͐ ̵͔̕ḏ̷͑o̷͖͑n̴̲̏'t̶̖̑ ̴̜́k̵̙̆i̶̪͝ll̷̫̆ m̵̧̄e̴̫͛…"
Those wings cried.
Then someone, arriving from the skyscrapers like a fighting jet crashing arrived. The black wings instantaneously moved to intercept it, but they were crushed completely by the arrival and advent of a boy with a Dragon tattoo.
As if he had teleported completely. He arrived behind the black angel of revenge and just one moment later reality itself torn apart the upper body of the dead Accelerator.
All that was left was two torn legs of Accelerator that fell to the ground. Both legs fell to the ground. No head. No torso. No arms… All that was left were two legs below the knees that separated from a body that was disintegrated.
The black wings were all immediately dispelled by the dawn of that right hand.
The vengeful angel was put to rest as if a nightmare was over.
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Kamijou Touma looked over his shoulder, the emotions passing through those eyes were not meant to be shown to someone else.
I'm…
He saw the two legs falling to the ground. Accelerator had died tonight, despite both of them being mirrored to a T. Both had the same questions about life, both knew what it was like and yet, Touma chose to kill him in the end.
I'm so weak…
Even if he destroyed Accelerator without having a single scratch on his skin. Even as he beat the #1 without effort. Even when he held the title of 'invincible'. Even if there were no enemies for him, not Saints, nor Espers who could ever hope to beat him.
Even if he was viewed as something out of a comic book or a heroic prince who saved the girl in the end…
I'M SOOO WEEEEEAAAAAAAKKK!
Kamijou Touma could only save those in front of him.
And he did not save Accelerator.
Touma chose someone who might become an even worse monster than Accelerator ever was.
He could not choose Accelerator.
And he could not choose both.
Not because he was unable, but because he was unwilling.
How many times will the repeat in the future? How many times will he ask the same question?
Oh, how weak Touma has become. Oh, how strong Touma has become.
Kamijou Touma, made to be adored by women, an ill-fated young man who was idiotic and idealistic, born with a strange body and even stranger right hand.
How much of a charlatan was he?
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.
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Review Corner
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GlassyHades
I too, wish to have ladies. Touma is very lucky indeed, however he is such a weak boy who loves being doted on by women. And dont forget he is still tragically unlucky in his daily life, perhaps it all evens out.
IllusionBreaker
I'm so pumped by all the great support this fic has been getting.
Fortitude501
He was the first to make a Godlike Touma wasn't he, I wanted his story to continue but what can you do, I understand the struggles of an author all too well. This Touma of mine is very powerful, unbeatable by normal means, but he is not a walking superman syndrome. He can beat his way through everything and he is emotionally smart. However he's not a super genius, he doesn't have a network of spies and he's not a super hacker that can help everyone.
Touma can only save people in front of him and he failed this chapter by not saving Accelerator. I wish to explore these fallacies and hypocrisies that he will commit and how he'll get better in New Testament and become a better person.
As for the lemons, I am thinking of adding one next chapter between Touma, Index and Aisa. Mikoto's full lemon with Touma will be on the second night of the Daihasei Festival, earliest I can make it.
vercingetorix2
While he's certainly powerful and lives life more intensely than anyone else, he has so many faults that I can't wait to slow-burn my way into every single fault of his and excruciatingly torture his mind over it in New Testament. Right now we're in the edgy overpowered phase and the Old testament will be just that, lots of gore and lots of self-indulgent behavior.
Aminadab Brulle
I still haven't forgiven Styl for NT20, so suffice to say, there isn't much hope for the guy. As for the Queen meeting Mikoto, that is going to be more likely what you've envisioned but Mikoto will be much more incensed than canon, and the hybrid thing, yes Mikoto will learn about magic's existence and will awaken while I don't know yet if she will have a magic name, if she had you'd be right, she is a monster born from love itself. Her magic name would be Amare999. A monster who believes love is worth ten times the current world and became the most cruel existence to protect that love.
Guest
Who was Touma's first girlfriend? Great Question! The first girl Touma had feelings for was Mitsuari Ayu but he thinks she is dead so he became extremely protective of Kumokawa Seria after that, so the first girl was technically Mitsuari, but his first real girlfriend was Kumokawa Seria.
CodeTalker69
Yep, I also love characters who are so idealistic, dark and self-indulgent and trapped in their own self-centered justice and after a lot has passed and they keep dragging themselves over and over the same edgy pit slowly come to the realization that what they are doing is wrong and then they look back on their past selves and want to puke in revulsion over their choices. So I love Accelerator for that. However while this process happened faster for him(His dark side ending in the Old Testament), it will happen unbearably slowly for Touma(His Dark side ending with Othinus but slowly returning because of World Rejecter before he slaps himself) and especially unforgivingly slow for Mikoto(Starting with Aleister at the end of NT22 and slowly coming to terms with herself in Genesis Testament)
So Accelerator's journey of self-recovery started in Old testament.
Touma's journey of self-recovery will start in New testament.
Mikoto's journey of self-recovery will start in Genesis testament.
Of course they aren't really that bad yet. They'll really get full blown dark and insane after volume OT13-OT14.
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 wanted to make right by Accelerator's character, even if I had decided to kill him on the first arc of my story, so I gave him an extensive focus. I also wanted to give a spotlight to Mikoto who is the *main* main character of this fic this chapter, by having her avert a colossal catastrophe to humanity this chapter as well as being able to destroy four black wings by herself, even if she bled from the immense strain.
I always found weird why they used normal plasma of all things in the original, sure enough, original Touma wouldn't be able to block it because it was a by-product of the winds Accelerator converged, but plasma is just superheated air, something that Misaka could easily produce, hell she could call lightning from the clouds which is much more deadly and fast and is also considered plasma. So I took several steps above and the black wings produced quark-gluon plasma which is much more unstable and hot then normal run-of-the-mill plasma.
Next chapter is the final chapter of this introductory arc, it will answer some questions, create more conspiracies and give a satisfying but tense conclusion to this initial arc.
I am really proud of my characterization for Accelerator, Mikoto, Imouto-chan and Touma this chapter.
I will refrain from leaning too much into the character's gags as this is a completely serious fic, even if it will have rare bits of humor thrown in it.
Now I had promised a List of People that can go against this Touma and here it is.
List of People that can beat the current Touma(ordered by strength in my A.U universe, may change in the future as more GT novels come out):
Can curb stomp Touma:
— Invisible Thing
— Anna Sprengel(Full Power)
— Aiwass(Anna-summoned at full power/With physical vessel)
— One Who Purifies God and Slays Demons(10 Dragons born)
— World Rejecter(Touma has no previous knowledge, passing by at an intersection)
— True Magic Gods(Full Power)
— Othinus(100% Success and 100% Failure)
Can win win against Touma with relative ease:
— Anna Sprengel(Weakened Body)
— Aiwass(Anna-summoned with weakened power/Astral form)
— One Who Purifies God and Slays Demons(3 Dragons born)
50/50 Tossup Match:
— Magic Gods(weakened)
— Great Demon Coronzon(Physical vessel/Laura Stuart as vessel)
— Aleister(Spiritual tripping/Blasting rod)
— Othinus(50% Success and 50% failure)
— Aiwass(Aleister-summoned)
— Great Demon Coronzon(Astral form)
— Accelerator(Platinum Wings)
— One Who Purifies God and Slays Demons(2 Dragons born)
— World Rejecter(Touma has no previous knowledge, in a battle scenario)
— A.A.A Users(Equipment specialized in combating Touma)
Have little to no chance of winning against Touma:
— One Who Purifies God and Slays Demons(1 Dragon born)
— World Rejecter(Knowledge about its powers)
— Ollerus
— Archangels
— Fiamma of the Right(The Person Above God)
— Accelerator(White Wings)
— A.A.A Users
— Index(John's Pen)
— Samuel Liddell Macgregor Mathers(Full power of Golden Dawn)
— Dion Fortune(Full Power of Golden Dawn)
— Gungnir Users || Dáinsleif Users
— Curtana Original Users || Durandal Users (In the center respective seats of power, Buckingham Palace and Versailles Palace)
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