Toaru Jikyū-ryoku no tesuto

A Certain Test of Endurance

A loud blaring filled Uiharu's tiny apartment as the alarm clock went off. The tired girl fumbled around for it but as she reached over she only managed to unbalance herself and tumble out of bed onto the floor. She lay there for a second until she sat up and turned off her alarm clock to stop the annoying beeping.

Another few seconds passed as she remained motionless on the floor and yawned widely. Then she stood up and began to get ready, shedding off her pajamas as she walked over to her dresser to get dressed.

'Saturday,' she thought. She could dress casually today. 'Maybe I can even wear pants or shorts… foil Saten's efforts,' she smiled inwardly as she rummaged through her drawers and came across a nice pair of capris. But as much as the thought of the inevitable skirt flipping embarrassed her she still picked one of her usual thigh length school skirts to wear. She knew Misaka wore shorts under her skirt and had once considered a similar tactic but Saten always seemed so disheartened when she did so, seeing it as a sign of a deterioration of their friendship that Uiharu would take away something that brought them so close together.

So she picked out some cute panties to go with the skirt, a nice flower design today, and pulled on her shirt.

When she was finished getting dressed, Uiharu glanced over to the top of the dresser where many pictures were propped up. The first was a simple picture booth photo tucked inside a CD case to keep it propped up and visible. The photo showed Saten and her squeezed close together, the taller girl's arm wrapped tight around her shoulder as she pulled her as close as possible as she winked, grinned, and flashed a peace sign in her ever exuberant manner while the flower headed girl just tried to keep her smile up in that situation.

It was the first picture she had ever taken with a friend, but certainly not the last. The next photo was one that Konori had taken of her and Kuroko working diligently down at the office. Hunched over a computer their profiles were visible but their faces were turned away. Both had looks of determination on their faces as they worked to catch a notorious vandal who seemed to be able to deface things from a distance. Telekinesis was such a common power that it was hard to narrow down but in the end they had succeeded.

Next was a picture of her and Misaka, with Saten just off shot. It was during the Tokiwadai dorm open house so Misaka was in her maid outfit and seemed to be the focus of the picture. This was unsurprising as Kuroko had been the one to take it (despite the fact that she had not remembered such a thing) and had given her a copy.

The last was a photo of all four of them. It had been right after the whole Poltergeist incident and they had decided to take a commemoratory picture together. Predictably though, the picture, much like their friendship in general, was pretty chaotic. Kuroko clung onto Misaka in an affectionate, smothering hug while the older girl sparked in anger at this behavior, despite how expected it was, and Saten had picked that moment to flip her skirt. Luckily it was only the back that had flown up at that point so her panties weren't visible or anything but it was still an embarrassing memory.

There were two more picture on top. On the far end was a picture which showed her family, her mother and father and a much younger Uiharu taken before she had left for Academy City, another was more recent, taken during her one and only venture out of the City that she had taken just after passing the Judgment Exam. The hassle involved in leaving made it something that could only be done for the most special of occasions.

Still, it had been very good to see them. She talked with them regularly, calling every week to update them on her progress, but seeing them in person was so much better and the thought that it would likely be years before she did so again was a little sad. Still, Uiharu would endure it, as she had for the past six years, after all, she did talk to them and did have these pictures to help her soothe her homesickness that tiny little bit enough to make it bearable.

Pictures were practically a constant in this city. It was a city of kids without any true home or family. People needed something to root them and remind them of where they had come from and why they were doing what they were doing. Whether tucked away in frames at home or just stashed in a wallet, even the toughest, meanest gangster in the city still had a picture of mommy and daddy somewhere on the person.

There were, of course, some exceptions however. Saten's apartment had several and Misaka had a whole album full of childhood pictures, many of which contained her with one or both parents. But Kuroko's album only had pictures of Misaka. She had never seen a single picture that Kuroko owned that had anyone who could be her parents in it, she had no pictures of childhood, in fact, despite how prolific a photographer her friend was, she could probably count the pictures that she had seen with Kuroko in them on one hand.

Kuroko had said that she didn't like to dwell on the past, but sometimes it seemed that she didn't even have one. She never talked about her parents. She didn't seem to mind conversing about other people's pasts but when it came to her own she was either infuriatingly vague or, more often, the question killed the conversation and Kuroko's only answer would be a curt "get back to work Uiharu," even if they weren't actually doing work. It seemed that anything specific before their meeting was off limits, though there were a few clues it was hardly enough to give her any useful information.

Uiharu's own past was pretty standard for Academy City. Her parents were well-to-do enough to send her here but hardly wealthy enough to send her to a school like Tokiwadai. In fact her parents were probably more middle class than most, even going to the school she went to now was only possible because of assisted housing programs and an academic scholarship.

Any casual spending money that she wanted had to be earned herself. Luckily she had a talent for programming and made a bit of money creating firewalls on a freelance basis. She was known as the Gatekeeper for her most successful creation, the firewall that she had used to reinforce her branch's network. She was well known enough to be sought out but not enough to be truly successful. She wondered if one day she could open her own independent programming company within the city. She knew how lucrative such a business could be. There was one, fairly legendary, example of this. Simurgh Industries, which had been opened just a year ago and was already grossing in the hundreds of millions of Yen annually.

The only problem with that was that she had no talent or knowledge in how to run a business. That kind of thing was daunting for her.

"Maybe Saten would help," she thought out loud. Her friend certainly had a nose for money, as she constantly bragged, and seemed more than capable of doing the things which were necessary to running a business. As much as she whined about being talentless, and as hard as it was to find things she was good at when pressured to do so, she knew that Saten had excelled in business class and was good at mathematics as well. She had been talking about how she didn't know what to do for career day, which for their school was actually next Monday.

Even though it would be a long time until she was finished schooling and could actually do anything of the sort, Uiharu smiled at the idea of starting a business with her friend. The possibility of them spending every day together and working hard. She knew what it was like to work with a friend and knew that it could sometimes strain a relationship but she also knew that their friendship was strong enough that it could survive that.

'Friendship…' she repeated in her mind. She wondered about that. After what had gone on between her and Saten a week ago it was a little confusing where exactly they were at. They had admitted their feelings for each other and had even shared a couple kisses but they had also agreed that they weren't ready to take it too far yet. Still the opportunity was there to take at any time. Because they knew each other's feelings they didn't need to worry about whether they were reciprocated or not so all that would remain was their advancement from wherever they were at to wherever they were going whenever they were ready. Maybe they would already be married by the time Uiharu was ready to open a business.

'Marriage,' Uiharu thought. She pictured the sight in her head. She decided to go with the traditional white kimono for herself rather than one of the elaborate wedding dresses that Kuroko had been looking at a couple of weeks ago at that bridal shop she had insisted on checking out. Meanwhile Saten, much like Kuroko before her in her own imagination, walked down the aisle with a pure white tuxedo that made her look quite handsome.

Uiharu was a little surprised at how easily this image came to her mind, how readily it wanted to form. She was even more surprised that Saten was the one who came immediately to mind when she thought of something similar, she couldn't even imagine it being anyone else. But such was the nature of love she supposed.

Or at least that was the nature of her love. The nature of her other two friend's love was different and quite confusing. It had been more than a month since Kuroko had come back from her vacation happier than Uiharu had ever seen her, certainly happier than any vacation could make her. It had taken her about a week to completely figure out what was going on after that day, though it wasn't until the incident with that pain person that she truly understood the scale. She remained quiet about it though, she was quite good at keeping secrets. That kind of thing wasn't really her business and frankly she didn't really want to know about it.

It had actually been quite easy to figure out as well. Kuroko's past might be a complete enigma but the teleporter wore her emotions on her sleeve. Her emotions tended to be very powerful and hard to hide, it was why Uiharu was so terrified of her anger. Misaka too tended to be easy to read, her body betrayed her feelings and in general it was safe to assume that she was feeling the opposite of what she said she was feeling.

Those two were like that, both having almost two complete sides to them. With Kuroko it was a duality of existence. It was very easy to tell what she was feeling because her emotions were so strong but there were times –rare times but times nonetheless- that she seemed to feel nothing. Back when they were younger, when they were in that bank robbery, she had seen it in her eyes, that empty look of oblivion.

While there were many things about Kuroko that were clear as day to her, there were so many other things that were as mysterious as her past. It was almost as if she was a ghost, there and yet not there at the same time.

With Misaka it was more of a dissonance between what was expected and what was real. When her colleague had brought up the possibility of meeting the level five she had been so excited. She had conjured up a picture of an ideal oujo-sama, refined, classy, mature. She held girls from schools like Tokiwadai in the highest esteem, except Kuroko of course but that is because she met her as a fellow Judgment agent not as a Tokiwadai girl and that image had never truly stuck, the teleporter wasn't nearly delicate enough to be a Yamato Nadeshiko. However Misaka was even less refined, less classy, more childish, and about as delicate as Kuroko herself. She wasn't what she had expected and never really seemed to be.

Even the few things that she had been almost sure about Misaka had turned out to be false, as her current relationship showed. She wasn't sure if this breach of expectations was better or worse but it certainly allowed her to be friends with someone who, from seeing other girls of the same type, might otherwise be hard to befriend.

As opposed to her other friends dual-naturedness and predictability Saten was embarrassingly consistent and her actions irritatingly unguessable. With Saten some things were inevitable, her skirt being flipped on a near daily basis and the apology that followed, but apart from those inevitabilities it was impossible to predict what she would do. She supposed the best word to describe it was... reliable. Sure not everything that could be relied upon to happen was entirely pleasant but it was still as regular as clockwork.

Yep, Saten was the opposite of a computer. Full of life, spontaneous, and reliable, the only thing they had in common was their tendency to invade privacy. It made her question sometimes how they had ever become friends. She loved computers and at one time she had thought that computers and her parents might be all she would ever love.

Suddenly the doorbell rang. She walked over to answer it, opening the door.

"U-I-HA-RUUUUU!" was all she heard before she felt her skirt flip up.

'First flip so early in the morning?' she thought, 'It's going to be a long day.' Still, she couldn't think of a better person to spend it with.

"I just don't get it," Saten said, "this personal reality thing is ridiculous."

"It's hard at the beginning but it gets easier. Keep practicing. Remember what our teacher says? Try to picture your idyllic world and pretend it's real."

It was the most standard practice for strengthening your ability. The idyllic world often reflected both a person's personality and power. Uiharu was someone who endured, she had a lot of things that she needed to bear every day and though she didn't always like it she would just smile and carry on. Her idyllic world was a place where she didn't have to bear anything. The temperature was always just right, the weather was always good, nothing really changed. It wasn't anything special or ambitious but having a world free from ever being too hot or too cold was enough to allow her to get through the day and because of her power that was a reality.

"That doesn't really work. I'm happy with this world. Besides, I can't concentrate so hard on one thing for that long." Saten said and Uiharu agreed. Her friend was easily distracted; it was the flower headed girl's guess that that, along with the long haired girl's insatiable curiosity, explained her habit for searching through other peoples rooms when she came over to visit.

"So what's on the schedule for today?" Saten queried, changing topics.

"I have work," Uiharu told her. She wondered when she had started to refer to it as work. At first it had just been "Judgment". That was back when she was new to it and so excited to begin. Of course Judgment work was a lot like programming, for every bit of excitement and fun there were hours of coding, or in this case paperwork and mundane tasks, to go along with it to make it possible. This was especially true now what with her teleporter friend's scourge thing. Their district (and especially their branch) had once been had one of the higher crime rates of the city. Being in a region with a lot of schools and student recreational facilities, along with the edge of some of the more unfavorable parts of the city, meant that there were a lot of bored teenagers just a second away from becoming a delinquent.

This kept both Uiharu and Kuroko quite busy with more consistently exciting work than most branches. And with Kuroko's high level of skill when it came to hunting down and apprehending criminals and Uiharu's skill at finding both common criminals and the city's understandably high number of cyber-criminals they were also one of the most successful branches, leading to them having very good funding from the central office.

However even though they had a good success rate it was still far from 100% and because their district naturally had more crime there were as many or more people who were affected. This lead to a kind of animosity between the civilians and themselves. For every bit of gratitude they received from someone they had helped, there were ten voices of anger from people who they couldn't help or had helped too late. Judgment's reputation as a second late and a dollar short was known throughout the city.

That was another thing that had changed recently, for the better she believed. After the events of last week the reputation of Judgment as a whole, but especially the reputation of their branch, had gone up. Though Anti-Skill took most of the credit, enough people knew what had really gone on to finally give them some respect. The crime rate had plummeted as criminals became reluctant to break laws when they were in the hunting grounds of such an efficient soldier of justice and the civilians felt much safer knowing that there was finally someone who could protect them so well.

Of course this put more pressure on her. She knew that the crime rate would go back up and now she had to try and live up to that kind of reputation. That fight that Kuroko had with Misaka (at least that was what the flower headed girl guessed had happened given the limited evidence) and what had immediately followed would probably have unfortunate consequences down the road.

She had no idea how Kuroko had done it. It took her so long to find a single criminal or locate a single crime. To do what Kuroko had done must have taken such a powerful precog, a level four at least, and she had no idea where she had found one or why. Did she not trust Uiharu to help her? Was she right in doing so? She had been so effective without her, was she holding the teleporter back? Would she be abandoned in favor of this other person who was better at helping her?

It had felt like her friends were drifting apart from her, especially Kuroko but Misaka as well. It was part of the reason why she had been so happy that Saten was just getting closer to her; it made her feel less alone. But the others… it felt like they were keeping a secret from everyone else beyond their relationship and it felt like that secret was more important to them than their friendship with her. She told herself that was just what it meant to be friends with people like her friends—rich and powerful as they were—that she couldn't share in everything with them and that she would simply have to bear the hurt that she felt at the distance that was developing between them.

It was because of these feelings that she was surprised to see these very people who she was thought were drifting apart were waiting for her in Judgment offices. Konori was out of the room so it was just them four.

"Late as ever eh Uiharu?" Kuroko said, half-scolding but half-affectionate. She seemed to be quite happy, a gentle smile adorned her face.

"Not everyone can teleport Kuroko, and she lives far away," Misaka defended her. She was turned away so Uiharu couldn't glimpse her expression but her voice held embarrassment and nervousness.

"What are you two doing here?" she asked, happy to see them but wondering if there was a reason.

"Well I decided to check up on how my friend was doing without me. I know you're fully capable so I haven't been worrying too much recently but a visit every now and then can't hurt," the teleporter said sincerely. Uiharu was happy to hear that, she was glad to hear that her friend still trusted her and had only not visited her because she was worried that it would send across the wrong message.

Suddenly Misaka glanced her way and asked, "Saten isn't with you today?"

Uiharu turned around, confused. She was sure the long haired girl had been with her. But When she looked she saw no one. She was just about to speak when she heard a door open and close and Saten walked up the stairs. "The cake shop down the street was offering free samples of their newest flavor," she said, explaining her absence.

"Oh, really?" Uiharu asked, excited. That particular cake shop always had really good stuff but whenever she tried to eat there, usually during her shift, she was always snatched away by Kuroko and told to get back to work.

"Well they were," Saten said casually, "I had the last one."

"Oh, really?" Uiharu asked again, this time clearly disheartened, "were they go- "she was about to continue when Saten moved forward towards her. A sweetness suddenly invaded her mouth. She closed her eyes as her tongue rolled over the invasive, but welcome, presence. A warmth filled her body as the sweetness spread over her tongue.

"Just kidding," Saten said, "I made sure to get a sample for you too," she assured as Uiharu swallowed the delicious treat, "sorry for just shoving it in but the look on your face was priceless when you realized. And I only made a little mess," the long haired girl said as she moved to wipe off a little frosting from the corner of Uiharu's mouth and put it in her own mouth. "Tasty aren't they?"

Uiharu nodded as she blushed lightly. Suddenly from behind her she heard a familiar coo of "Onee-sama". She turned to see Kuroko sitting on Misaka's lap, a small piece of cake in her hand, "say ahhh," she commanded much to the electro-master's protests.

"Stop! Kuroko GET OFF!" she yelled, her voice filled with obvious anger. Suddenly the two were gone. A few seconds passed and suddenly the lights of the building shut off.

Uiharu and Saten sighed simultaneously at the antics of the two lovebirds as Uiharu walked over to the master circuit breaker (which they had moved up to the main floor since Misaka had become a regular visitor) and flipped the switch, turning the lights back on. The computers were hooked up to a separate system to prevent loss of data when this kind of thing happened so they were still safe.

Her friends and their conflicts always held such presence that Uiharu sometimes felt like a bit of a side character, an attitude certainly not helped by her friends' behavior as of late. Still she'd rather be a side character with good friends than a lonely, suffering protagonist.

Fifteen seconds later Misaka came barging into the room, clearly annoyed and embarrassed. She sat down hard in a chair facing the wall. It wasn't until another half a minute passed that the other girl teleported in, right near the sink, and began immediately running her tongue under cold water.

"Polnostʹyu stoit on[1]," Kuroko said in what sounded like a foreign language or just really, really bad slurring.

"Zatknisʹ," Misaka responded in the same language, firing another lightning bolt at the girl, this one more controlled. It hit her square in the back, scorching the vest of her uniform and causing a sudden muscle spasm that sent the teleporter's head into the metal faucet hard.

"Onee-sama, you'll damage my uniform," the teleporter whined, disregarding the lightning's effects on her as she righted herself and wiped off the trickle of blood that the impact had caused. Misaka suddenly looked guilty.

"Are you ok Kuroko," the electro-master asked as if she hadn't been the one who caused the injury.

"I'm fine," she said then she walked over to Uiharu, "I should probably get going, I have a lot of training to do. I'll be back on the beat on Monday. You'll be fine on your own until then," she spoke the last part as more of a statement than a question, utter confidence in her voice. This confidence helped ease Uiharu's worries that the teleporter was going to abandon her for someone she felt was more confident.

"Yep," she nodded with a smile, "I'll see you Monday. Have a nice time until then. Train hard." With that Kuroko left. Konori returned shortly after that and said that it was Uiharu's turn for patrol.

"And you two, try not to distract her this time. Her patrols are taking twice the time that they should," she scolded the others who decided to just head off , meaning this would be her first patrol alone since she joined up. Last time it had been disastrous, she had been far too shy to interact and she was too fragile to make arrests. Since then she had been exclusively support or had been accompanied by either Konori or Kuroko. However their staff was stretched to the limit with three people, with only two they couldn't afford such measures.

So she began wandering the streets of their branch's jurisdiction. At first everything was normal, as quiet as it had been the past couple of times. She helped out with the usual mundane stuff here and there and found that she had had a much easier time than before. She had become far more sociable.

However the peace of the late afternoon was shattered several hours later. She first saw the incident at a distance. An Anti-Skill van parked on the road, its lights on and its sirens blaring as the agent talked with a teenage kid. Suddenly a red glow surrounded him. He raised his hand and the agent was blown backwards, hitting the van hard enough to cause a dent and falling to the ground.

Uiharu was there before she knew it, standing in front of the agent, arms spread wide as she stared this glowing person down. "T-T-This is J-Judgment, s-surrender peacefully," she stuttered out, clearly afraid. But she wouldn't let the agent get hurt.

"Judgment eh?" He said mockingly then laughed, "kind of a pity. Judgment comes out and I don't even get the scourge. Kinda looking forward to killing her, becoming a legend myself," he grinned at Uiharu, "you don't know who you're dealing with do you kid?" He said as he pointed at the gas tank of a nearby car. A wave of shimmering air traveled the short distance and suddenly the windows of the car shattered at the sudden heat shock and the rubber seals around them melted and the door buckled.

"A pyrokineticist," Uiharu gasped knowing the signs despite the lack of fire.

"Don't call me that you dry twig. Pyrokinetics are useless, they waste so much energy igniting their fuel source and burning the surrounding oxygen when they could be putting it all into increasing their power. I don't bother with that, I go for pure heat," he said, demonstrating it by firing a small orb of searing air at a fire hydrant which suddenly exploded in a cloud of steam and shrapnel. All around him the heat began to rise rapidly, the nearby grass shriveling and the asphalt of the road visibly cracking at the thermal expansion.

The air was thick with the sound of hisses and pops as the radiant heat visibly strained the surroundings—cracking concrete and bending the thick metal of the nearby lampposts and traffic lights- and instantly evaporated the water in the air. Sweat poured down Uiharu's face as she struggled to catch a breath in the hot dry atmosphere. Behind her the unlucky and unconscious Anti-Skill agent with the glasses and the band-aid on her face was trying to do the same.

In front of her the man raised his hand towards her, "now that you understand do me a favor and die," he said as he fired another orb.

She closed her eyes but stood her ground as the wave of heat advanced towards her. She heard buckling metal and sizzling air and bubbling asphalt but then she realized that she wasn't dead. She opened her eyes and saw that the asphalt of the road around her had turned liquid, but there was a clear area, an orb around her, where the molten road seemed to stop.

The criminal in front of her seemed as surprised as she was to see her alive. But where it made Uiharu happy that she was still breathing it seemed to make him very, very angry. "I said die!" he yelled as he fired another orb, even bigger and hotter than the last one. Again it washed over her like a river flowing past a stone.

The man's response to this was simply to roar out in anger and try again and again and again. There was an effect, the air inside Uiharu's bubble got hotter and hotter, but it wasn't enough to kill. She focused on keeping the Anti-Skill person the same temperature. She could bear the heat but she didn't want someone who was already hurt trying to do the same.

Behind her the Anti-Skill van had almost completely melted away, the extreme heat melting the steel chassis and destroying most of the interior as well.

Sweat was pouring ever harder from Uiharu's face and she felt dizzier and more tired as the heat continued to go up and up. It was getting harder and harder to breath. Still she endured. She endured until finally, in a show of anger, the man in front of her raised his hand, seemingly calling on all his power, when suddenly the glow surrounding him seemed to spark and surge. The orb of heat in his hand died as the glow ebbed away and finally he fell onto the ground, unconscious.

Uiharu waited until she heard the wailing of an approaching Anti-Skill van until she did the same, falling back unconscious with the others.

The next thing she knew she was being shaken gently as a very familiar voice called, "Uiharu… Uiharu... are you ok?"

She opened her eyes to see Saten hovering over her. She looked worried but her eyes were turned away.

"Saten-san?" she spoke.

"Oh good you're up," her friend replied looking back at her then suddenly looking away with a blush.

Uiharu wondered what that was about for a second before realizing something. She felt cold, and wet. A rag was placed over her forehead and her body felt oddly light. She looked down and saw that she was immersed in a bath of water. Her eyes widened as she realized why Saten had been embarrassed and she quickly curled up in a little ball with an "eep" of embarrassment and surprise.

"I'm sorry," the long haired girl began, "You had heat stroke and I was told to keep you cool and what I'd need to do to look after you… I promise I tried not to look.

"I-It's fine," Uiharu said, sinking beneath the surface of the water with a deep scarlet blush extending from ear to ear, "thanks for helping me…"

"N-No problem," Saten stammered, just as embarrassed.

A short while passed in awkward silence, then Uiharu began to shiver. Immediately Saten stood up and picked up a towel from the nearby towel rack. She walked back over to Uiharu, holding it in front of her face, her head turned away. "Here, you should probably get out… I'll be waiting in the other room," she said as she handed the towel to Uiharu and left.

Uiharu took the towel and got out of the bath, beginning to dry off. She must have been in there for a while... her fingers were shriveled and she was actually cold. Because of her power it was difficult to change her body temperature, which might be one reason she got colds so often—lacking the ability to have a fever to fight the sickness off-. Her power had saved her today it seemed. Right now she was really happy that she had what she had always thought of as a lame power only useful for keeping her computer from overheating. It had been so much handier than control over flowers would have been.

She tried to think about the fight and tried to remember what had happened afterwards in an attempt to distract herself from the embarrassing situation she currently found herself in, a tactic which was successful for a few minutes while she dried off. But when she walked to the pile of clothes that Saten had placed on the floor for her she was brought back to earth by a shocking discovery.

"Saten, why is my underwear drawer on the floor?" she asked, immensely confused as to why the entire drawer of the dresser had been ripped out and left on the floor of the bathroom.

She heard something muttered that she couldn't make out. "What?" she asked.

"I couldn't decide," came the still meek reply, "I'm an observer, not a chooser. I'm sorry… it's been a long day for both of us… should I just go?"

"NO! no…" Uiharu quickly said. She didn't want her friend to go, even if it was embarrassing, "just stay… talk… what happened for you to make it such a long day?"

"Well… you see…" Saten began her story.

[1]: I'll go over what this means later on so no need to translate it or anything.

Author's Note: Well, this is my first of two limelight chapters. The next one focuses on Saten.

My ideal fiction –fanfiction or otherwise—is one where every single character lives up to their potential and the world (and people's action in it) are dictated by common sense unless there is another factor affecting it. Which leads to people who have more common sense (like Kuroko) seemingly becoming overpowered when in actuality all they are doing is meeting potential. In line with this I wanted to go over what I believed is the potential of these two as well as touch upon their feelings for what has happened so far.

Uiharu's power may be a little weaker than I had it in the chapter, but I can justify that as her power becoming temporarily stronger in a high stress situation: like Misaka's at the end of the anime. Anyway, it does have its uses. While she is not immune to the heat that is transferred via conduction, by controlling the temperature of the surrounding air she can be immune to the heat caused by convection, which would make her immune to fire and environmental temperature extremes, which has quite a bit of potential to be useful. Powered up it could even render her immune to explosions because that usually relies on heat to create the expansion of gases and hurt people (though the shrapnel could still kill her). Uiharu's power has a lot of speculation attached to it as the wiki reveals.

Coming Soon: The wind waker, showdown of the autumn breeze.

Dedications: Quite a few on this one, I'd like to thank : SelinaChan, Thegoh, Die Schreiberin, guest, and Drachnon for your reviews and all the people who have favorited me, thank you for that. This one's for all you guys/girls.