Author's Notes: It's the end of the line. A new journey will begin anew in due time. In the meantime, I hoped you enjoyed reading Prismal Reflections. See you soon.
Epilogue: Time Index
Touma, by the time you listen to this…I'm already dead…
I'm glad to have you all as my friends….
I thank you for helping me against my sins and my darkest side. I'm eternally grateful and now I ask you for one last thing
Take care of Misaka, promise me that you'll protect her at all costs
Goodbye…
Now playing: Original Soundtrack Emiya
"Oi oi. What are you up to?" Sora asked his good friend Akira Keiji. Akira was sitting by his computer, listening intently to the headphones.
Akira put a cup of the headphones off his ear. "I'm just enjoying some music. It's nothing much."
Sora read the title of the song. He was intrigued by the choice. "Why listen to such a song?"
Akira shrugged. "I don't know…I think it's just an end."
That puzzled Sora. "An end to what?"
Akira shook his head in similar puzzlement. "An end for something I have no idea of."
"I will kill you son of a bitch Anthony!" Touma raged with renewed strength. For Anthony to have used him…to have used him against his own friends! Of all things that can be despised of, this will be it. There is no redemption.
Anthony appears to be even happier by the rage. "Good! Now come get me with all you got! I will relish breaking you apart!" He trained his small pistol and fired again. Touma dodged to the right. Things feel different now. Touma felt renewed strength in this long prolonged battle. Bullets occasionally whizzed by as Touma zig zagged towards Anthony.
Misaka and Nigel on the other hand were similarly flashy. Misaka pulled her shoulder aside as she brought up a shield to her right. Multiple knives were avoided as the number of simultaneous attacks increased three fold. Which one's the real one? Each of the eight copies is after all exact copies. She can't differentiate by looks alone.
Still, she knew like any ability, it has a characteristic. If she can find that, the real one can be found. It's down to hard troubleshooting. She started it off with a tight defence. She pulled all the large bulky metal devices nearby to form an impregnable shield. That stopped another wave of surrounding knives. She used her setup into an attack by sending the shield fragments as projectiles in the needed eight directions. She made its mark, smashing one of the Nigel copies aside. It vanished into dust, turning eight to seven. One good hit should do the trick! She made up her battle plan. "Let's get it on!"
"Don't get too confident." The seven Nigels replied as they too prepared an attack. A wave of seventy knives was sent from all vectors forwards her. Misaka pulled her death cloud of iron, protecting while shattering the knives into pieces. She tightened the focus of the cloud, turning it into a long flexible blade. She swung it at the leading four in front of her. It was a miss but her extended moves made up for it. The blade twisted unnaturally, stabbing another copy to her back.
"You were saying?" Misaka taunted as the iron dust spread out like a clouding shield. She gave no time for Nigel to reply and attacked using the cloud that transformed into six sharp spears. Five made their mark, the last one dodging it using a counterattack. Nigel was in her face before she felt six solid hard blows and crashed against an overturned cart. She grits her teeth in pain as Nigel retorted.
"You were saying?" Misaka pulled herself up. She might be a top level esper but she still has the physicality of a teenage girl. The blows really hurt her. Her body didn't want to get up. Her will however overrode the common desire to coil up and let the pain subside.
She regretted her confidence for the moment. Me and my big mouth. She held on against the pain and prepared to attack or defend. "Bring on all you got."
"With pleasure." Nigel sent all ten blades along with his own self as an attack. Misaka braced against the cart and focused. At the right cue, the metal parts from the cart shot out, intercepting the knives. She tensed herself as she utilized a rare form of attack. "Chaser!"
Her kick struck Nigel in the gut, pushing him off course to fall on the side. She gave no hesitation, closing in for the finishing move. She reached for a number of coins and struck. "Rainbow strike!" On a single charge, she fired seven coins constantly at Nigel's chest. Every coin struck hard like a sledgehammer. Nigel was thrown backwards to hit the floor with a groan.
"Such strength…" were Nigel's last words before passing out from the pain. He took on the blows that even an elephant would have broken bones relatively unscathed. That is really a hardcore survivor.
Misaka stood in her full glory of victory. Electricity arched around with lethal efficiency. "This is my true might."
Kamijou Touma dodged another bullet as he stepped into a distance of two metres. Anthony's been enjoying taking pot shots for over five minutes. Surely he must be short on ammunition for that gun already!
Anthony fired again followed by the click of the gun's breech that signified empty. The former agent kept the gun away and switched to a Viking dagger. What do you know, even the unfortunate do get lucky at times. Touma knew this is his chance.
He shot forward and was nearly chopped into two by a precise slash of red fire. The red slash sliced a small headlight into two as clean as a samurai cut. The light turned dark from the burns. Touma was not fooled. He knew it is magic. It might be powerful but it's not undefeatable by the Imagine Breaker! Touma continued his assault, avoiding the slashes if possible, breaking through them when necessary. Anthony must surely know magic attacks have a limited effect on Touma. Why is he still utilizing it so excessively? Touma can only conclude one thing. It must be his only weapon left! It gave Touma confidence to breach the last distance with his fist pulled back.
"You're wrong." Anthony said before lashing a strong kick into Touma's chest. The high school boy fell back to the ground as Anthony stood back in a kickboxing pose. "I'm well versed in combat unlike your primitive techniques."
Touma spat bloody sputum as he got back to his feet. "If you're so smart, why don't you realize the world isn't deceiving you?"
"Because it is!" Anthony shot back. "I will turn this world inside out to the way the gods truly want us to be!"
Touma was amiss of Anthony's words. "What the hell you've been talking about?"
Anthony ranted. "Don't you know that since the existence of man, we've always been fighting? We had wars, conflicts, murder all done for our greed or in the name of God."
"We aren't all like that!" Touma defended humanity.
"History does not lie!" Anthony snapped back.
"It's not like that." Misaka countermanded. She stood by beside fallen Nigel that's all tied up. He however is still out cold.
"You shut up little girl!" Anthony slashed out death at her. Touma intercepted the strike with Imagine Breaker. It vanished with the shattering sound of glass. Touma shot forward at Anthony with a big swing.
Anthony did not dodge but prepared to block. A swift block followed by a lethal counterattack is more efficient for stamina. Touma's s swing however switched directions into an upper cut that slipped through his defences. Anthony felt it at the face. Anthony staggered back with wild surprise on his mind. How could he slip through? Such a manoeuvre should be impossible! Touma however was not done with even more attacks. Anthony was forced to dodge the multitude of strikes. He bid his time for the counter strike.
Touma took a step forward, revealing a weakness in balance. Anthony struck with a kick that should bring the kid down. However, the left hand intervened, blocking the attack. The strike's real benefit was lost but at the minimum it gave Anthony more ground to attack. The two traded attacks with the occasional fire slash.
Anthony saw an opening when Touma attempted a strike to the face. Chance! He stabbed for Touma's chest. The knife was cut short with Touma holding the knife at the blade. Anthony slammed his shoulder into Touma but the knife wouldn't budge. Blood trickled down Touma's fingers but he paid no heed to the pain. Touma used the forward momentum to his advantage, diverting it to his side. Anthony slipped forward as Touma's free hand punched into the stomach.
The two broke away from one another. More blood droplets formed on the broken pavements as Touma tightened his bloody fist. Misaka moved forward to assist but Touma stretched out with his uninjured arm, a gesture for her to stay away from the fight. He'll end it himself. Anthony swiped with another slash of fire. Touma blocked the attack with the Imagine Breaker and charged forward.
Anthony slashed with the dagger. Touma sidestepped barely past the slash. The right sleeve of his shirt was torn but it did not touch flesh. Touma's attack slipped through Anthony's defence and hit the stomach. It pulled the defensive man into a stop. Touma raised his fist again to strike. "We are all not murderers." Touma hit Anthony again and again, forcing the disarmament of the knife. He lifted Anthony to face level and struck the cheek.
"We can also care and love others!" Touma struck again and again. Anthony was powerless to do anything. Touma might not have technique to his attacks but he has something that Anthony doesn't.
What is it? Anthony thought. How can such a kid beat me?
"With these cursed hands…" Touma prepared his final strike. "I can protect everyone." Touma started the swing.
"And SHATTER YOUR ILLUSION!" The final upper cut struck hard, throwing the grown man off his feet to fall onto the floor. Cold silence followed the end of a man. The man that had great plans in destroying what is the pinnacle of science. The battle is now over.
The war however isn't over. Engines burned to more power. The Cessna accelerated past them along the runway. Touma and Misaka shielded their faces from the hot strong winds. Tiny pieces of debris were shattered and scattered as the metal bird took off.
Misaka fired a bolt of lightning to disable the plane but designed environment countermeasures protected the plane from failing. "Darn it! He got away!"
Touma assured as he attended to his bleeding palm. "He can't run forever. We'll get him eventually."
20,000 feet in the air
Kihara Jiro observed the bright clouds outside. It is white and natural, cooling in contrast to the hot sun. The Cessna will travel to Italy and from there; Jiro will resume his never ending quest of discovery. That while selling his work for top dollar. With what I have, I can certainly rebuild everything easily. The projects he had done before are extremely valuable. Such form of technology does not exist in the other parts of the world. The robotics and artificial intelligence field of any country will be improved significantly with his information. Money will not be an issue.
Two unnatural objects came into view. The two F-15E fighter jets kept their position slightly behind the business jet. Jiro immediately went forward to the cockpit. He knew he must resolve it.
The scientist heard the radio conversation beyond the door. "This is Sigma 1 of the JSDF. You are required to be escorted back to Haneda Airport or you will be promptly shot down."
Jiro entered the cockpit and said loud enough for the pilot's microphone to pick up. "We have clearance to proceed. This is an Academy City travelling aircraft."
The pilot stated strongly. "Our orders are to escort you back Haneda airport. You will comply or be subjected to termination." There is no else allowed.
A loud sonic boom echoed in the air as a new aircraft swooped into view. It took its position in front of the F15 Eagles in a non threatening position. To any regular person, even this fighter is big. It is approximately 80 metres long. It can travel at speeds of 7000 kilometres per hour with operation times similar to regular fighter jets. With such speeds, it can provide air dominance in a huge area. You would need only ten of them to cover the entire Sea of Japan. It packs armament that is never known to any pilot beyond Academy City. The reason to that is simple. There would be no survivors of the opposing enemy. The model name of the large jet is the HsF-00s
A new voice entered the communication channel. "This is Academy City fighter Zero One. We'll take over from here. Your orders will be arriving momentarily."
The F-15 pilot responded to the call. "Roger that Zero One, we have them. We're breaking off." The two F-15s disengaged back towards their airbase, leaving the HsF-00s with the Cessna. The pilot of the Cessna didn't like any bit of what's going on. That could be told by the slight twitching of the flight stick.
The voice on the radio changed to someone else. "I'm very disappointed."
Jiro knew the man behind the voice. "The man that acts behind the puppet board of directors, Aleister."
Aleister made no denial to the truth of identity. Instead, he continued further. "You were a promising path but you've caused far too much trouble."
Jiro marketed himself. "I still hold valuable knowledge. I am still useful."
"Useful but it's far too late to sell yourself. Good bye." The HsF-00s fired a missile that covered the distance of a kilometre in less than a second. The Cessna was blown up to small fragments in the fiery high heat explosion. These fragments will likely never be seen again.
It's a bright day in Great Britain today. The sun is warm. The clouds are cooling. The birds are chirping. Unfortunately for someone, it's a boring day. Stiyl Magnus is bored. He has nothing to do, hence he is bored. In the Necessarius library, he put out another of the dozen cigarettes he smoked in the past hour into the ashtray.
Stiyl opened his carton for another stick. There are only three left. They won't last him for another hour. He refrained from taking another stick. With the situation generally resolved, he has pretty much nothing to do. The specifics, he will learn if it's necessary.
Sherry Chromwell passed by his seat with an arm's worth of books. "Do you get paid to be a smoking machine?" She left it at that as she continued her duties per normal.
Stiyl wanted to lambast or even a trick but that might just send him out the library. Then he will have no shade and nothing to do. Oh cigarettes, why are you so finite? The bliss of nicotine can only be treasured so poorly. He could use a few of Orsola's snacks to spend the time. The nun however is somewhere, contributing her efforts to something he doesn't give a damn about. The others too are doing their own thing, except for another Necessarius.
The library door opened. A young Asian man with a simple blue shirt and black pants stride into the library with a sigh. He noticed Stiyl for his lack of downtime. The English born Asian spoke. "Stiyl Magnus."
Stiyl responded to the older man despite their similar height. "Jacky. What have you been doing?"
The fellow magician took a seat beside the fire mage. "I just handed over some reports to the Archbishop. It's P & C of course." The guy sighed from weary. "Why did she send me to Italy when you're more proficient with the language?"
"I could say the same with my case to China as well." Stiyl lamented. Seeing their predicaments, the two agents of the Archbishop sighed. Work never takes the easy road.
Meanwhile in the church, the Archbishop Laura Stuart was busy. "My my Aleister, you have been working under the curtains."
The computer monitor seated neatly on the table by some candles replied with Aleister's voice. "What have I been working on?"
Laura read from the reports she received. "My sources say that six separate locations around Europe have suddenly been destroyed." Two were in Germany. One was in France. One was in Greece. The last two was in Poland.
Aleister could be clearly heard as intrigued. "What makes you think I did it?"
Laura presented her suspicions. "There's only one who could do such a feat simultaneously without a trace." The reports she read implied that it was conventional weapons and not magic. However, the crispness of destruction is very precise.
Aleister made no refusal of such claims. "It is a precautionary measure. Disruption will make things oh so unsightly."
"I'll leave it as that." Laura added with a smile. "If you may, please do send a powerful hair dryer. I need one for my old one is giving way."
Aleister raised an eyebrow at the sudden request. "I'll see what I can do." The communication was terminated.
On the other side of the ended call, the mastermind is hard at work. "The time esper…it's a shame to have discovered it so late." The true potential is lost despite bringing useful discovery. However for the man who lives upside down, it is very cost inefficient. "It is no matter. Past is past." He will let the boy be but he'll keep an eye on him for any use in his concurrent plans.
Dear Ms Uiharu Kazari,
We've begun analysis of the collected samples. We will inform you of the results as soon as possible.
Regards,
Ms Kyo Shizuka
Uiharu put the email aside and turned to her next task. It is the investigation of the Kihara Jiro. His whereabouts must be found as soon as possible. So far in the past day, she had managed to determine the full scale of the damage that occurred in Tokyo Bay and Haneda Airport. It is extensive to be done by only seven individuals. That is for one case. There is another investigation folder is on her table for another incident. It was the disappearance of Yori Tamotsu. There was no body found. The remaining evidence that is left, she had sent it to the forensic teams for analysis. The path for that case appears bleak.
Konori was also busy with the cases, typing into the computer at a regulated pace. The pile of papers stacked up to the height of her shoulders. Even in the age of the digital, sometimes there is no substitute for good old paper. Her computer also showed a similar amount of unread emails. Each of it could consist of useful or useless information for the investigation. She checked with her subordinate. "Have you checked with the JSDF Radar controllers?"
"I'm on it." Uiharu replied. Her emails were taking considerable time getting through the chain of command of the Japan Self Defence Force. Classification upon classification levels need to be cleared before she can get to the radar controllers of the country. From there, she can plot a trajectory and probable destinations using fuel economics and psychological motive.
The door to the Judgment office opened. It was Kurozuma Wataru with a white sling around his injured shoulder. It will likely take several months for the bullet wound to fully recover. He held a folder in his free hand. "I have some news for you." As they turned to face him, Kurozuma put the folder onto the table.
"Give me the short story first." Konori wanted the gist fast.
"We found the plane." Kurozuma stated. He explained further as he took out a set of photos. "We've found fragments of an aircraft." He laid out the photos on the table. He pointed out each photo in turn. "These fragments were found in the western sea of Japan." One showed tiny bits and pieces the size of a palm floating in the ocean. "Most of it is inconclusive. However the biggest piece tells the biggest story." The fourth picture showed the piece of a metal plate. It showed a series of numbers.
N5479ZZ
Konori recognized those numbers. She pointed out. "Those are the Cessna's serial registration numbers." The cause to the metal plate floating in the middle of the sea can only be of one reason.
"The plane's destroyed." Kurozuma pointed it out. "The forensic teams are analyzing the metal plate to determine the cause of the plane's destruction. I personally say it was an explosion." After all, there aren't too many things that can destroy a fully functional and pristine plane in the air. Most of them include a bang into the list.
Uiharu pointed out a missing key fact to the plane's destruction. "What about the passengers and crew?" Did they escape? Or did they perish as the plane went down.
"There's no known evidence as to what happened to them." Kurozuma told what he knew. "They may have escaped via parachute and climbed aboard a boat."
"That kind of plan would be something Anthony might think of." Konori agreed on such a possibility. The two Americans have been taken into custody by Anti-Skill. What happened to them is not known to Konori as of yet.
"They are in custody. I doubt he had enough time to inform Kihara Jiro his full plan of escape." Kurozuma was unsure of such an escape. The two's weapons have all been confiscated. Their eyes, mouth, arms and legs have been locked from movement in a non lethal painful method.
"If that's the case, are they dead or alive?" Konori put them back to the drawing board.
Uiharu continued using her computer to search for a possible answer. "There are no noted reports of any ship trespassing from overseas. There're also no local ships within that region yesterday."
"Is that only in paper?" Konori enquired.
"It's written in paper. Satellite imaging records no vessels found in the past three days."
"If there're no ships around, there shouldn't be any pickup." Kurozuma logically noted. A person cannot survive in the ocean for a very long amount of time given various reasons.
"So that's the case. It's highly likely that they didn't survive." Konori concluded.
"That'll be an end to this chapter of destruction." Kurozuma closed the file. "Now, how about we get ourselves a drink?"
Kuroko opened her eyes. She felt really weak and tired. She looked around, seeing all medical machines. She wondered how long she was asleep. It felt really long. Bits and pieces of memory oozed its way to her mind. Jiro…the bomb. Her body felt numb. Is it because of the painkillers? Or rather is it from being tied to the bed for so long?
The door opened, allowing a visitor into the room. Misaka gleamed with joy. "Kuroko!" She rushed to the bedside. "You're awake!"
"Uh…" Kuroko groaned like a bear. "How long have I been here?"
"It's been a week and a half." Misaka explained as she poured a glass of water. She assisted Kuroko up to lean against the bed. "I'm so glad that you're awake."
"What happened during the time I was here?" Kuroko relished the drink of life for her dry throat. Meanwhile, Misaka refreshed her memory and explained the events that occurred. "Kihara Jiro is gone."
Misaka assured. "He won't be using kids for any vile experiments again."
Kuroko noticed something. "Speaking of which, where are those two barbarians?"
Misaka answered that question. "Touma's at home, rushing his usual homework. As for Yori…" She hesitated a little.
"What about Yori?" Kuroko sensed something bad.
Misaka explained the problem. "We don't know where he is. He disappeared after we went to stop Jiro."
"Not a word?" Kuroko demanded more.
"Nothing." Misaka shook her head slowly.
The door opened again to admit another two guests. Kuroko was swarmed before she knew it. She struggled to breathe under the tight grip of Saten Ruiko. "You really got us worried Kuroko!"
The teleporter squeaked. "I know, please let go." The long haired girl let go as Uiharu Kazari placed a basket of fruits onto the table.
Uiharu then started peeling an orange. "Misaka, I've looked into the case. There is evidence of manmade conflicts along the railway lines after the Mishinima station."
"What kind of evidence?" The electro princess pressed for details.
"Deep scratch marks along the track for two kilometres long. Small pieces of metal and synthetic flesh were also found. Most importantly…" Uiharu reached into her bag and pulled out a piece of metal. "We've found this." The analysis by the forensic teams has been completed and the metal piece had been returned to her.
Misaka took the piece and observed the numerous scratch marks on the metal. "It's been grinded blunt before it snapped." She realized the nature of the metal. "Isn't this Yori's blade?"
"It appears to be. There're no other traces than these." Uiharu agreed.
"What happened to him?" Saten wondered uneasily. It hinted towards the worst case scenario.
Misaka denied a possibility. "He can't be dead. He nearly did once." He's a tough nut to kill like a cat with nine lives.
Saten didn't believe in fate. "That was chance. What if it's final this time?"
Kuroko was silent on that matter. She didn't want that idiot to die so easily. She has a score to deal with him after all.
The hospital door opened for the third time. It is Kamijou Touma and Index. The girls are surprised. Misaka asked. "Why are you here all of a sudden? Aren't you finishing homework?"
Touma flipped his phone open. "Someone messaged me to come here since it's important. Index tagged along for the visit."
"Are you feeling better twin tails?" Index asked.
"I'll be fine." Kuroko answered.
"Who messaged you to come over here?" Saten directed her question to Touma.
He shared the digital screen of his phone. "It's a number I don't know about." The others had a good look with their own cells but the number isn't appearing in their lists.
"Who can it be?" Uiharu wondered out loud.
The door opened yet again. "Sorry I'm late." Eyes turn to see a brown haired boy in teal hospital garbs. His right arm and legs are shiny silver of stainless steel. A young ten year old girl in a yellow dress accompanied him.
"Yori, where have you been?" Touma wanted answers.
Yori gave him those answers. "Well, I had a near death experience from saving the kids. It took some time to cleanse the toxin fully."
"What toxin?" Saten exclaimed loudly. They weren't aware of that part.
"Turboxene80, a very dangerous one." Yori explained. "It was necessary to save everyone on the train. I was supposed to be dead but I had some luck when Harumi here managed to create a defibrillating action with all the static electricity I made."
Saten pointed out. "You could have at least informed us that you're alive."
Yori gave his excuse. "I got caught up in the detoxifying process and fitting the new stuff on. The data at the factory was very helpful on that."
Misaka checked with the boy of metal. "You do know that we've beaten Jiro and Anthony right?" Uiharu had informed them on the conclusion of the case.
"Didn't hear about it but I know enough that you two can get the job done." He pulled Speagle out of his rear compartment. "I have something to confess though." He twirled his gun up into the air and reached for a magazine in his hip. The pistol plopped onto the free spot of the bed as Yori's occupied hand stretched into where it was meant to be a second ago.
"You're saying you lost your juggling skills?" Kuroko remarked. Her strength was slowly beginning to return. So did the attitude apparently.
Misaka made the correct observation. "Isn't your movement extremely normal?"
"Exactly." Yori put his things away. "I'm no longer an esper."
"EHHHHH?" The others except Index said in surprise. Index was on the other hand confused instead of surprised.
"How did you lose your esper powers?" Uiharu started the barrage of questions.
"It can't be from eating walnut flavoured potato chips can it?" Saten queried worriedly.
The doctor Heaven Canceller explained from the open door. "It appears that the elements of the psychic stimulant trixine bonds with the turboxene to form another compound. This compound apparently dampens the psychic wavelength in which controls your core esper capability."
"The doc will be writing a thesis about this thanks to me." Yori explained the next steps as well.
"With all of this now over, what are your next plans?" Touma asked.
Yori leaned against the wall beside the bed. "I suppose I'll do what I can do to redeem my past. I'll study and be a doctor."
"That's a very high aspiration you have." Uiharu said, being impressed.
Yori predicted bits of his expected future. "With that said though, it's probably going to take me out of Academy City. This city won't need me and the technology here is beyond the rest of the world. It'd be a handicap."
Saten offered a hand. "Then let's hope for the best on your new goal." Yori accepted the handshake with beaming pride.
Misaka was gently tugged aside to the corner by a spiky haired boy. He whispered. "Do you reckon Yori will stick with Kuroko?" He had found the little note left in Kuroko's ward in the intensive care unit.
Misaka doubted it. "Kuroko's a stubborn bunch. I think it'll be hard to persuade her affection the other way." She smiled lightly "I hope it does bloom."
Touma turned the conversation subtly in another direction. "Speaking of them, how about us?"
"No chance." Misaka refused.
"What are you talking about with Onee Sama you barbarian?" Kuroko called from the bed.
"It's their business." Yori chided.
Kuroko was pessimistic. "Their relationship is my concern."
Yori replied curiously. "Oh really? Why is that so?"
Kuroko explained her role. "It is my duty to ensure that Onee Sama will not be bothered by that barbarian ever again."
Yori implied. "So you're saying that you would never grant them a chance to stay as friends. It would be the same like me being unable to kiss you."
Kuroko confirmed. "That's exactly correct."
"Then it's very simple." He lowered himself down and their lips met. Everyone was caught off guard by the sudden kiss by Yori Tamotsu. A deadly silence filled in the room before being met with a unanimous.
"EEHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Kuroko finally freed herself from the shock. "You…you stole my first kiss from my Onee Sama!"
Yori grinned as he walked out the door. "You asked for it. Relax a little on other people's lives." He was gone with Harumi.
Kuroko's anger began to bloom. It began to bloom very dangerously. "I'll kill you!"
Seeing the need to pull the attention away from Yori before he'll be killed, Touma made his stand. "Misaka, I challenge you to a bet!" That gathered more surprise from the room.
Misaka was rather apprehensive. "What kind of bet?"
Touma laid down the line. "If my school wins for the upcoming Daiseihai next month, you will do as I say!"
Yori whistled from beyond the door, apparently waiting unseen. "You got guts."
"I won't lose to such a thing! It's on!" Misaka with her pride accepted the challenge.
"Onee Sama! That is preposterous!" Kuroko yelled out from the bed.
Touma tightened his fist. "I'll definitely beat you." That was what he said before sensing a demonic aura behind him.
"Touma…" Index's eyes couldn't be seen under the headdress she wears. It's certain though that Touma, will, be, dead, meat. "You shouldn't be thinking of indecent thoughts!"
CHOMP!
"YEARGGHHH! FUKOU DA!" was the cries of a certain boy in the midst of joyful laughter.