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The Trinity of Tokiwadai
Chapter Forty: Ripper of Academy City - Sentence Served
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Akagi Ritsuko was an average high school age Esper living in Academy City, with her shoulder-length brunette hair and modest figure she was totally un-noteworthy.
The only halfway interesting about her was that her Esper ability was an odd combination of Hydro Hand and Electromastery that allowed her to manipulate her own blood. She was sadly only a Level 2 and couldn't achieve much of anything with it beyond creating small short lived handheld objects.
That was all going to change tomorrow though as she'd just had a major breakthrough in her Power Development! After months of hard work, she'd learned how to actually manipulate the clotting of her own blood, something that could greatly lengthen the lifespan of her constructs. It was impressive enough that when she showed it to her teachers, they had agreed to organise a special System Scan for her tomorrow just to reassess her Level.
It was for this reason that as she walked home from school that day, she was so excited that she was practically skipping.
She was brought crashing down from cloud nine though when suddenly a loud sound caught her attention. Spinning around towards its presumed source, she caught a glimpse of something purple but otherwise spotted nothing suspicious.
"I guess I'm just hearing things," Ritsuko said with a shake of her head. "Get it together girl. Don't let the excitement make you stupid."
Slapping herself lightly on the cheeks to center herself, she continued her way back to her dorm.
The rest of the short walk was mostly uneventful. She'd run into a couple neighbors and exchanged pleasantries but nothing beyond that. Thus as she neared her apartment, she'd put the strange sound from earlier completely behind her and let her excitement at what tomorrow might bring her bubble back up to the surface.
"I can't wait to video call Papa and Mama and tell them the good news," Ritsuko whispered eagerly as she opened her front door.
She was switching from her outdoor shoes to her indoor slippers when she noticed that the door wasn't automatically closing as quickly as it should have. But as it finally softly snapped back into place and locked itself, she shook her head at her paranoia.
The hinges probably just need some oiling.
Deciding she could deal with that little bit of household maintenance later, she rushed into her bedroom where her laptop sat on her study table. She'd have used her phone for the call but she had already maxed out her data plan for the month and as excited as she was, she wasn't willing to pay the extra charges she'd incur for using any more data.
She'd just settled onto her comfortable desk chair and started booting up her computer when suddenly a hand fell on her shoulder.
Spinning around, she saw a man in a purple shirt and with orange hair looking down at her. Immediately, she opened her mouth to scream but for some reason everything seemed to be moving through molasses.
Smirking evilly at her, the man pulled out a butcher knife from behind his back.
Ritsuko tried to flinch away but her body reacted so, so slowly and she was helpless as the man easily slit her throat. All whilst he wore a demented smile on his face.
Mikoto laid down on one of the couches in the 177th Judgement Branch and waited patiently for Kuroko to clock out of her shift so they could do some shopping.
Hopefully she doesn't use it as an excuse to see what would fancy my tastes. The [Railgun] mentally groaned. Though even as that thought annoyed her, she was still more than willing to let it slide. Mikoto felt her Kohai had all been rather busy lately and any chance to spend them with them was to be treasured. Maybe I should get a part-time job or something? It feels weird that I'm the only one not working.
She was just thinking that when one of those busy bees, Namikaze, teleported in with a grumpy look on her usually sunny face.
Speak of the devil… Mikoto mused as she sat up. "Hey Chibi, nice of you to pop on by."
"Oh, uh, hey Sempai. Sorry, on City business. We can chat later." the blonde told her quickly before she headed over to Uiharu-san's desk.
Did, did I just get brushed off? Mikoto thought as a spark danced across her forehead in irritation.
"Hey guys, I need a really big favor! Can my ever helpful law enforcers give a girl a hand?" The Chibi asked, batting her baby blues and offering a pout to look needy.
Ugh, she certainly knows how to milk her cute factor. Mikoto thought with an exasperated shake of her head and stood up to hear what new trouble her Kohai found herself in.
"What do you need, Namikaze-san?" Konori-Sempai asked curiously as she walked over.
"I'm sorta looking for a serial killer. I was hoping you could help me pin down a possible suspect?"
The room fell silent for a moment.
"A serial killer? Namikaze-san," Kuroko looked aghast and shuffled in place. "Why do you not ask Saten-san? I'm sure she would be of more assistance."
"I already did," The Usagi puffed up, "She gave me all the intel she had, but I'm not that great at putting the pieces together. You girls are better sleuths then I am after all. Why fumble about when I can come to the masters?"
Kuroko puffed up at the praise, making Mikoto sweatdrop. Oi oi, you're being played here, Kuroko. Man, she manipulates our friends a bit too easily.
"Alright Namikaze-san, what do you have for us then?" Konori-Sempai asked, being on point as always. At least she wasn't so easily swayed by the Chibi's flattery.
And thus the blonde explained everything she knew and the crew got cracking.
It took them a couple hours, but finally they were ready to call it a day. But not before they summarized their findings one last time.
"Okay, so let's start with the obvious," Konori-Sempai said as she stood by a blank whiteboard ready to summarize what was being said into bullet points for future reference. "First of all is that this so-called Ripper is calling you out Namikaze-san."
"Yeah, like a sicko lolicon!" Namikaze growled. "Like the normal kind isn't bad enough, now I've got the psycho murderer kind after me too."
"You have the worst luck," Mikoto told her with a comforting pat on the shoulder.
"Girls," Konori-Sempai cut in. "While I understand your unease Namikaze-san and have to agree with Misaka-san, we have to focus on the task at hand."
Both Level 5s nodded and Konori-Sempai gestured to Uiharu-san to continue with the review.
"His victims all appear to have been selected at random," Uiharu-san added her own findings. "Based on what I've been able to piece together. None of them had any connections to one another."
"Next is his ability," Kuroko said as she took her turn. "It seems that whatever his ability is, it affects the perception of time and is somehow tied to information specifically relating to the murders. All of us kept forgetting the time of the bodies' discovery."
"I've checked the Bank for someone with any abilities that might match, but got nothing." Uiharu informed them with a frown.
"Maybe he's a magician then?" Naru suggested with a shrug.
Mikoto could only nod. It made sense.
"A magician?" Konori-Sempai asked skeptically. "I know you said magic was real, but we can't exactly say it's magic without first ruling out the other options."
"Magic can do a lot of things that make even Espers look tame, Konori-Sempai." Namikaze pointed out sternly.
"I'm not doubting that, I'm just saying we don't have proof that it is a magician. And until we do, we'll be limiting our perspective if we just assume it is."
"That's fair," Namikaze conceded.
"I've an update." Saten said without preamble as she teleported in, tossing a sheaf of photos on the rest area table where they'd all gathered in the process. "Another twelve bodies have just been discovered."
Leaning back on the nice couch of the pretty upmarket apartment that served as the student dorm for his latest victim, Ryuunosuke smiled as the countdown on his latest batch of dedications ran out.
As the second hand reached twelve on his pocket watch, the faint glow of magical energy that surrounded it faded entirely signifying that the spells he'd used to hide his artwork before the time for their unveiling had unraveled. Right on schedule.
"Man, I hope that Namikaze-sama appreciates the gesture." He mused aloud into the deathly silence of the room. "I've gone all out to make it meaningful after all. It sure wasn't easy sticking to just twelve pieces for each exhibition! But I managed. All so I can surprise her on her thirteenth birthday with a special thirteen piece installation!"
A pained whimper attracted his attention and he turned to see a girl covered in cuts that were weeping blood desperately trying to crawl to the door.
"Now now," He tutted at the girl, "You aren't getting out of helping me express my love and admiration for Namikaze-sama's art. So be still and enjoy every part of being put into history. Okay?"
Ignoring him - How rude! -, the ungrateful little brat just kept crawling.
Sighing at the behavior of the youth these days, Ryuunosuke stood up and walked over to the girl.
"You know you sure do have spirit." The killer praised. "Your blood manipulation powers might've kept you from dying even with your throat slit, but to still be struggling after losing so much blood is a really admirable thing. Most people would have keeled over long ago."
The girl just kept ignoring him and crawled on her merry way to nowhere.
Shaking his head in exasperation, he drew his trusty knife. The girl finally responded, screaming as much as her ruined windpipe allowed and struggling as violently as her battered body was able to manage.
"Such a shame," he said as he grabbed the girl's hair and pulled her head back. "If I wasn't already enamoured with Namikaze-sama's art, I might've fallen for you. Your spirit is really quite amazing. But too bad, this ain't that world. So you'll just have to die."
With that he began sawing her head off. It took a while and cost him his favorite knife, but he eventually managed it.
"And now I'll have to rework the piece," Ryuunosuke said with an annoyed shake of his head as he stood up, clutching the severed head. "Oh well, no point crying over spilt milk. Time to get cracking. Art doesn't make itself."
As Kuroko helped bring Onee-sama to the location where they were to meet Saten-san's magician contact, she surveyed their destination. In her opinion, it looked like a rather standard dormitory. And not a particularly upmarket one at that. Would a magician really deign to live here?
How… medicore.
"Are we sure we came to the right place, Saten-san?"
The Number 3 nodded and knocked on the door of the apartment directly in front of them, "We are, trust me."
"Hello?" A girl dressed in maid attire with short, blue-black hair that barely reached her shoulders and was swept back by her bonnet greeted them uncertainly.
"We're here to see your brother, Tsuchimikado-san." Saten-san said without any pleasantries.
Okay, why in the world is she being so blunt? She's usually more polite than this.
Before the maid girl could reply, a familiar blonde in a Hawaiian shirt pushed passed her.
This guy? Kuroko's eyes narrowed, remembering him from the time Saten-san stabbed him through the chest. Didn't she say he tried to use kidnapping Kiyama-Sensei to recruit her once? I can totally see why she's so high strung now. He's certainly another gorilla like that cur that always tries to flirt with Onee-sama.
"Maika, go back inside now." The delinquent looking high schooler said sternly. "I'll handle this."
"But Nii-sa-"
"Inside!" He insisted.
The girl frowned but retreated back into the apartment, leaving the Trinity and Kuroko alone.
"Did you have to come to my dorm?" The boy hissed angrily, glaring at Saten-san.
"I'm sorry," Saten-san said, not sounding sorry in the slightest. "It must be dreadful to have family involved."
That struck a chord and the blonde flinched.
"Anyway! I need some information." The Number 3 added, smirking at his discomfort.
Ah, there is Saten-san's sadistic side. At least Namikaze-san isn't joining in. When the two get going, burr.
"The serial killer, right?" The magician said with a sigh as he threw a manila folder at Namikaze-san. "You're looking for Uryuu Ryuunosuke. He's a hedge magician with a knack for perception manipulation particularly in relation to time."
"And how does a magician like that end up in the City?" Kuroko couldn't help but ask.
"Like anyone else, they fill out paperwork. Or in his case, he got hired by the Dark Side. They thought he'd be a useful addition-"
"I can see why they would think that," Namikaze-san mused, as she flipped through the folder the magician had given them.
"Quite," the blonde boy said with a roll of his eyes at the interruption. "Anyways, he ended up shooting blanks. His magic was too weak and could be hard countered by anyone with a means to block telepathy. Which in this City is a heck of a lot of people."
"So that's why his magic didn't work on us," Onee-sama said with an understanding nod as she looked between her fellow Trinity members.
"Exactly," the boy said with a sigh at being interrupted again. "So they discarded him. He's been essentially working as the Dark Side's equivalent of an odd job worker ever since to make ends meet."
"So he's a floater like you?" Namikaze-san airily commented, as if stating a fact.
"I wouldn't call him a floater," Saten-san chimed in. "He's less than that. Hmm… Parasite sounds more accurate."
Oh no! They've gotten started! Kuroko thought as she glanced around for someplace to hide. She really didn't want to risk becoming the duo's target.
"Oi, oi, that's pretty damn hurtful. I'm right here, you two."
"Oh, they know." Onee-sama said with a sigh. "They know. They just don't like you enough to care."
"As a Sempai you should reel them in. Give them an inch and they'll take miles."
"And I don't like you enough to bother."
Onee-sama not you too! Kuroko bemoaned as she looked at her beloved Onee-sama in horror.
"...I'm complaining to Kami-yan for this. Fuck you very much and have a shitty day." He stepped into his apartment and closed the door.
Onee-sama looked ready to railgun his dorm but thankfully refrained and instead grabbed hold of Kuroko's arm.
"Let's go," she said in a growl as electricity tickled the Level 4's skin. "We've got a murderer to hunt down."
"Back to the Branch Office?" Kuroko asked warily.
"Yeah."
"I'll spam his inbox with Playgirl." Saten-san whispered to Onee-sama before Kuroko could initiate the teleport. Terrifyingly, the Number 5 actually looked thankful. "And also CC his sister."
Namikaze-san whistled, "I love when we get to be mean girls. It's really fun."
Onee-sama gave her a soft karate chop to the head, earning a whine from the blonde, "Let's not go crazy, Chibi."
"Tch, and you wonder why we call you No-Fun-Sempai."
"Wha?! Since when was I called that?!"
Deciding that they should leave before things got even more crazy and they risked a visit by Anti-Skill, Kuroko teleported her and Onee-sama back to the 177th Branch. The Trinity could squabble there. At least then when they inevitably blew something up it would be indoors and they could hide it!
Moments after the Trinity and co. teleported away, a spiky haired young man climbed up the stairs to the floor where they'd just been standing.
"Wasn't that Biri Bi- I, um, mean Misaka-san and her friends?" Kamijou Touma said aloud, scratching his cheek in confusion. "What were they doing here?"
"They came here to ask me something," Motoharu said, popping his head out of his dorm and scaring the life out of his perpetually unfortunate classmate. "But you don't need to worry about it this time, they've got it covered."
Touma took a few seconds to even out his breathing before turning to eye his friend seriously.
"You sure?" Touma said as he clenched his right hand meaningfully in front of his face.
"Yeah," the magician reassured him. "Not everything needs shattering with your [Imagine Breaker]."
"But if they need help-"
"I'm sure they'll call you." Motoharu told him seriously. "Now, get going before Index-san comes looking for you. She's probably hungry!"
"She's always hungry," Touma snorted even as she moved off towards his own apartment further down the corridor. "See you later, Motoharu."
"Night, Kami-yan~! Also [Railgun]'s into girls. Bye!"
"Eh?! Huh?! Where did that even come from?!"
A couple hours later, Naru accompanied by the rest of the Trinity and Shirai-san teleported into a dormitory apartment in District Fourteen. It was a rather nondescript place as far as dorm rooms in the City went. Just a little studio apartment with pretty utilitarian furnishings.
Though there was one particular new household ornament that unnervingly set it apart from the norm, namely the skinned, barely alive body of the young man that was the room's occupant crucified to the wall. Standing a few paces away from this grisly scene was the man's orange haired assailant who was looking at the horrific spectacle he'd created with an admiring eye.
"Shirai-san, get the paramedics ASAP!" Rui-chan shouted even as she rushed to the crucified man's side and began using what powers she could to help him, whilst simultaneously throwing up a barrier between them and the psycho killer.
"Oh, no you don't!" The madman snarled as he pulled a pocket watch out and glared at Shirai-san who proceeded to suddenly freeze.
"Not on my watch," Mikoto-Sempai hissed in return, launching a static bolt at the loony that sent him flying and disrupted his spell thus allowing the Judgement agent to teleport away.
"Oi! Lolicon!" Naru snarled at her sicko stalker as he lay in a smoking, crumpled heap from the shock her Sempai gave him. "I hear you want something from me. Here I am! So would you kindly die for me?"
"Wait!" Rui-chan shouted, sounding annoyed. "Crazy killer man, what the hell did you do to this guy? Nothing I'm doing is stopping his bleeding!"
"Eh? A magician never reveals his secrets, you frumpy side piece."
That just got him electrocuted by Mikoto-Sempai for his troubles.
"Don't you dare insult my Kohai again," the [Railgun] warned ominously. "And answer her question."
Naru stepped forward, glaring down at the man and felt sick inside as she said, "That's some pretty good work there. I don't get how it goes though… can you… walk me through it?"
She did her best to sound eager and peppy, smiling beautifully at him.
Personally she felt like she'd just gargled glass.
"Namikaze, what are you doing?" Mikoto-Sempai hissed into her ear indignantly.
"Playing along," Naru whispered back. "How else will get this masochist bastard to tell us what we need to know?"
"Eh? Is this happening? Praise from the Blood Angel herself? O-Of course!" He scrambled to his feet, everyone tensing from how fast he stood. His eyes were gleaming with a demented light as he looked at his 'art'. "Well, I'll tell you then! Well, after I skinned this smuck alive, I worked a little magic. Nothing much, just poured some potion I whipped up to reduce the platelet count. A precaution I made 'cos of this crazy broad I killed the other day with blood manipulation. Then I-"
"Got it!" Rui-chan declared triumphantly. "I'll need to artificially induce platelet production to make up for his low count, but I can save him!"
"What do you mean?! His death should be immortalized as art!"
Naru's hand snapped out before she even thought of the action. The sicko was sent sailing into the wall from her casual strike. The crack of bones breaking made her heart skip a beat as she stalked towards him.
I just want to take a break from dealing with this crap. Then you came in and ruined it! Why can't I have a little peace? Why can't you freaks leave me be for just one day!?
He released a wet cough as he looked at her, her hand grasping his throat like a vice-grip and pushed him against the wall with enough force to make a small crater in it.
"Have you ever felt your blood boil?" She whispered to him, her breath sharp as she shoved a finger into a vein on his arm. She molded her chakra and sent it rushing into his bloodstream, using it as a medium as she steadily built up the heat.
"Ah, ah!" The worm screamed, as heat flowed through his veins at her command and he writhed. "Oh god, it hurts so much! It hurts! This is, is, great! I-I'm in heaven!"
His cries were filled with pain but also pleasure.
He was getting off on this.
Restraint left her as Naru ceased increasing the temperature of his blood and instead decided on something worse. But before she could do anything, her friends stepped in.
"That's enough," Mikoto-Sempai said, grabbing hold of Naru's shoulder. "Look at him. He likes this. Stop giving him what he wants."
"Yeah, just execute the garbage human," Rui-chan said from where she was busy transmuting thin air into what Naru could only assume was blood or platelets or whatever and pouring it into the system of the poor guy she was treating.
"Fine," Naru growled, pushing Mikoto-Sempai's arm off. "Uryuu Ryuunosuke, by order of the Board of Directors of Academy City you have been sentenced to death."
He was breathing heavily, looking at her with ecstasy in his eyes. It was unnerving.
"Make me into art, Namikaze-sama! Make me beautiful!"
"Oh no, you won't become anything." Naru hissed as she placed her hands on his shoulders and looked him squarely in the eyes. "When I'm done with you, there'll be nothing left."
And for the first time since meeting this twisted sicko, raw fear appeared in his eyes.
"No one will ever know you're gone. No one will know you even existed. Ash to ash, dust to dust."
"I'll make sure of that," Rui-chan said from where she had moved on to helping the tortured victim regrow his skin. "I'll wipe away every record of you ever existing."
"I would say that's too much," Mikoto-Sempai said with a sigh. "But actually, this time, I think it's appropriate. Namikaze, finish this. Enough taunting the waste of space."
"Bye bye nobody," Naru said with a shark-like smile as she channeled a burst of Kurama's chakra into the body of the by now very pale murderer. The corrosive inhuman chakra proceeding to break down the very atoms of the psycho's body and reduce them to their base elements, leaving behind a dirty pile of refined chemicals where moments before there had been a man.
Panting, her shoulders going up and down with exertion, Naru stared at her hands. The demonic energy slowly bled from her fingers, turning into crimson wisps as she tightened her fists. Using Kurama's chakra this way was never easy. While it could do this. It required amping up it's destructive potential a significant margin and that took a lot of effort. As a result, she was feeling winded and hungry.
"I'm going home, I need to be alone right now."
Before her friends could comment, she teleported away. The blonde wanted to clean herself raw after being so close to such filth.
The next day, the Trinity, Shirai-san and Kazari were gathered at Pasticceria Manicagni enjoying some cakes. Most of the others were all looking pretty down, especially Namikaze-san. In fact, the usually cheerful blonde was in such a funk that her roommate Awatsuki-san had been thankful when they'd shown up to take her out for some cheering up.
"At least the killer is dealt with right?" Kazari offered comfortingly as she used her fork to spear another yummy bite of her delicious Monte Bianco cake. "And that last victim lived, right, Saten-san?"
"Yes, he'll make a full recovery." Her best friend informed the group. "I checked with Heaven Canceller this morning."
Misaka-san and Shirai-san perked up a little at that, but Namikaze-san just continued being a little ball of adorable gloom. Even Kazari couldn't help but pout at the girl's sullen look.
"Namikaze-san, they made a new shortcake. A marshmallow and Oreo mix. You want a slice?"
The Number 2 played with a fork, twirling it between her fingers. She turned to her and said, "Huh? Oh, yeah, sure."
The group descended into tense silence after that and Kazari fretted over how to lift it. She glanced at Saten-san but her best friend just looked at her expectantly in return. Thankfully, they were saved from having to intervene by Namikaze-san.
"Hey, stupid question here but why do you weirdos still want to hold these crimson hands of mine? I mean, I'm like the Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog and have a list of people I've killed a mile long, yet you all still hang out with me. Why?"
The hacker nearly spat out her cake at the question, forcing it down her throat instead. Taking a quick sip of her milk tea, she tried to say something. Sadly, no sound left her mouth as she tried to think what to even say to the question.
"They accept me and I'm a neurotic mess." Saten-san offered with a shrug. "What more, you at least manage to be reasonably sociable. Me? I was [The Robot]."
Cheeks flush Namikaze-san looked to the side, "I guess you guys are decent enough company."
"Oi, oi, don't go all tsun on us, Chibi." Misaka-san said with a semblance of her usual cheer.
"Don't call me a tsundere, Tsundere-Sempai."
"Eh?! What was that you damned tsunning Chibi?!"
The two started to pull at each others cheeks with fierce glares at one another.
Kazari sighed, "Why can't they just admit how they feel? Acting tough all the time."
"Would we want them any other way?" Shirai-san asked, with a smile as they watched the two squabble.
Ah, Misaka-san had pulled Namikaze-san into a headlock to noogie her. Though Namikaze-san wasn't really fighting against it.
"I guess not." Kazari agreed with a smile.
Once she was released by Misaka-san's playful hold, Namikaze-san turned to Saten-san clearly trying to deflect form her own embarrassment.
"So Rui-chan, was Accel a good kisser?"
"K-Kisser!?" Kazari sputtered in shock, her fork slipping from her hand with a clatter. "Since when have you two started kissing!? And how come I didn't know?"
The startled looks on Misaka-san and Shirai-san's faces told her that this was a surprise to them too.
"It only happened yesterday," Saten-san reassured her, her cheeks dusting with pink. "I was going to tell you later. Naru-chan only knows because she interrupted us."
"While making out?" Misaka-san teased.
Blushing prettily Saten-san shook her head. "We didn't get that far. It was just a couple of kisses."
"I'd hope not," Namikaze-san said seriously. "You were with the kids. Making out in front of your children isn't a good thing."
"O-our c-children?" Saten-san stammered, her blush going atomic. "I-I don't know what you're talking about!"
"So you say, Mama Bear," Misaka-san teased.
"You do treat the twins and Last Order-chan like your daughters," Shirai-san added.
"Wawawa?! T-That's not true! T-T-Take that back." Saten-san's face was set in a bright red pout as she looked around everyone at the table.
"I think it's cute." Kazari reassured her best friend, patting her hand.
Saten-san just ducked her head in embarrassment, using her long hair to hide her glowing face.
"So you never answered the question," Namikaze-san asked mercilessly, a grin on her face. Ah, it seemed she was back to her usual teasing self again. Thank goodness. "Is Accel a good kisser?"
Saten-san murmured out an unintelligible reply and shrunk in on herself a little more.
"I couldn't hear you," Misaka-san added oil to the fire. "What did you say?"
"I said, he's learning!" Saten-san roared suddenly, slamming her hand onto the table. "Now enough teasing me or I'll make sure you'll find sand in your beds for the next week!"
"Eep!" Kazari squeaked fearfully.
She knew her best friend would carry out that threat. She'd heard how Park-chan hadn't stopped itching for a whole week after her sister had punished her for teasing her too much.
"Well, I guess everyone has a learning curve." Namikaze-san said with a flippant shrug.
Everyone but Saten-san giggled at that and [Multi-Skill] huffed indignantly, crossing her arms in the process.
I like these times. I wish they could last forever. Kazari smiled, enjoying the wonderful atmosphere that permeated their surroundings when she was having fun with her friends.
Done and done! Thanks to Nameless as always!
Now that was a dark chapter to get into. Seriously, the mindset of a serial killer is, well, a dark place. Definetly feeling a touch dirty, but murder hobo gonna murder. Naru was truly a champion for the greater good by going along with him at the end to extract the intel they needed to save that poor guy he crucified. Until she got to flex a bit.
Nameless: So we had the Trinity easily finish off Ryuunosuke. A little anticlimactic? Yes, but unavoidable. I mean, can anyone imagine him giving them any challenge at all? Besides, this arc wasn't so much to have him pose a challenge but to show them working as a team. With Naru being a heavy hitter/executioner, Saten being info lady, the 177th Judgement crew being the investigators making sense of their intel, and Mikoto being everyone's moral compass.
That ending... So much feels. We all know Naru is a tsundere when her Sempai gives her attention, truly their tough love relationship is adorable, no? And then we have Saten being asked about her kiss from last chapter, oh she will never escape now.
Nameless: It's diabetes inducing indeed.
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