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The Trinity of Tokiwadai
Chapter One Hundred Twenty Nine: The Satsujinki, Salome
On a crisp December afternoon, the School Garden was, as always, a feast for the eyes. Situated at the southern end of School District 7, it was a breathtaking blend of European elegance and Academy City's futuristic charm, as depicted by its immaculate cobblestone streets that gleamed under the bright midday sun. The roads, narrow yet inviting, were bordered by traditional brick-and-mortar buildings with large windows framed by wrought-iron balconies adorned with blooming flower pots. Vibrant banners added splashes of color, fluttering gently in the breeze against the backdrop of buildings crowned with decorative parapets and gables. High-end boutiques and cafes lined the streets, their awnings offering shade and sophistication. The area's meticulous design and compact layout created an air of exclusivity, emphasizing aesthetics over practicality in every detail.
Namikaze Naru, Number 2 Level 5, the [Elemental Empress], took it all in as she strolled through the School Garden with her closest friends from her Rabbit Faction. Her sharp cerulean eyes darted from shopfront to shopfront, the luxurious displays showcasing high-end goods that added to the district's exclusive allure. Her long, silky blonde hair, tied into pigtails with black ribbons, swayed with her brisk steps, catching the light with every movement. She was dressed impeccably in her Tokiwadai winter uniform: a tan buttoned blazer worn over a crisp white dress shirt, complemented by a red ribbon bow tie and a checkered blue skirt with black and tan criss-crossing lines. Her petite, lithe, athletic figure, combined with the uniform's polished look and her confident posture, radiated an undeniable elegance as she savored both the joy of shopping and the quality time spent with her friends.
Chao Lingshen led the group with a commanding yet casual energy, her athletic build moving with a natural ease that spoke of her physical prowess. Like Naru, she wore the Tokiwadai winter uniform with a casual elegance, the attire perfectly tailored to her fit and active frame. Her twin buns and braided pigtails bounced slightly with her energetic pace, adding a playful charm to her otherwise confident stride. Each step she took seemed deliberate, exuding a sense of purpose that effortlessly drew the group's attention toward her.
"This place really is something." She said, her voice laced with amusement. "Even after all this time, I still can't believe they have traffic lights designed to look like sculptures."
"You say that every time we come here, Chao-san." Onaga Sakuko teased, her short brunette hair gleaming softly under the light. The neatly pressed Tokiwadai winter uniform provided a sharp contrast to her boyish physique, while the healthy upper B-cup chest she'd gained with the help of Bust Upper lent her a touch of femininity that she seemed to relish flaunting. Her playful grin exuded a charm that kept her girlfriend, Arai Azumi, clinging shyly to her arm, their affection evident in every glance.
Without warning, Onaga-chan leaned in with a mischievous glint in her eyes, planting a sudden, quick kiss on Azumi-chan's cheek, instantly causing the smaller girl's face to bloom with a rosy blush. Azumi-chan, similarly dressed in the impeccable Tokiwadai uniform, fidgeted slightly, her long, messy green hair sticking up at odd angles despite her best efforts to tame it. The disheveled strands framed her round face, accentuating her endearing shyness. Her green eyes darted nervously around, glimmering with a mix of embarrassment and affection, before she pressed closer to Onaga-chan, seeking solace and reassurance in their shared closeness.
Emily Watson brought up the rear, her freckled face lit with mischief as her ginger hair caught the sun. Clad in the Tokiwadai winter uniform like the rest of them, the tan buttoned blazer strained slightly against her fuller figure, while the checkered blue skirt swayed with her confident strides. The overweight Irish-American girl exuded self-assurance as she chatted animatedly.
Emily-chan's laughter rang out, rich and playful, filling the narrow street as she watched Azumi-chan's face grow impossibly redder with every passing second. The freckled girl seemed to thrive on Azumi-chan's flustered reaction, her amusement bubbling over in a way that was as infectious as it was mischievous. Even the gentle swaying of her ginger hair seemed to echo her teasing.
"Oh, Azumi-san, there's nothing to be embarrassed about." She teased, a knowing grin lighting up her freckled face. "You and Onaga-san are absolutely adorable together."
Azumi-chan sputtered helplessly, her green eyes wide with flustered surprise as her blush deepened further. She opened her mouth to respond, only to falter, her words tangling into an incoherent stammer. Before she could gather herself, Onaga-chan stepped in with a smirk, her tone casual yet laced with fondness.
"Thanks, Emily-san." Her tone was casual, but the slight pink dusting her cheeks betrayed her own amusement.
Emily-chan's smirk turned mischievous as her gaze darted across the road, catching sight of a chic lingerie shop nestled between the boutiques. Like the imp she could often be, she clapped her hands together and suggested with mock innocence, "Hey, maybe we should check that place out. Onaga-san could get something to make Azumi-san blush even harder. Or, better yet, maybe Azumi-san should pick something to make Onaga-san blush instead."
Onaga-chan groaned audibly, shaking her head in mock exasperation. Naru giggled behind her hand, her sharp cerulean eyes twinkling with amusement. Meanwhile, Azumi-chan, her face now a vibrant shade of crimson, waved her hands frantically and stammered, "I-I don't need it! I can make Sakuko blush without any new lingerie!"
Onaga-chan's blush deepened as she rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly, mumbling, "Yeah, Azumi's got enough already."
Emily-chan clapped her hands again, laughing triumphantly. "Ha! At least someone appreciates what those shops have to offer."
Chao-chan rolled her eyes, her usual composed demeanor slipping just enough to reveal the faintest hint of amusement. Her sharp gaze flicked toward Emily-chan, and though her expression was one of feigned exasperation, there was a softness in her eyes that betrayed her fondness for her friend's antics.
"Emily-san~" She said with a sigh, her tone hovering between chastisement and indulgence.
"I'm just saying, the lingerie shops here are wasted on these prim and proper types." She said, winking at a passing student who glared in scandalized horror. Emily-chan didn't miss a beat, nudging Naru playfully. "What do you think, Naru-sama? Fancy something lacy to impress Sequenzia-sama and Meigo-sama?"
Naru rolled her eyes, though a faint blush crept onto her cheeks, betraying her composure. She straightened the red ribbon bow tie of her Tokiwadai winter uniform as if to redirect attention away from her reaction.
"I think I'd rather not discuss my underwear in the middle of the School Garden." She said dryly, adjusting the black ribbons in her pigtails. "Besides, you're one to talk, Emily-chan. I heard about your 'library study session' last weekend."
"Hey, that was educational in its own way." Emily-chan shot back with a wicked grin. "But enough about me. Let's talk about what we're actually here for. Naru-sama, weren't you looking for a new jacket?"
"Yeah." Naru admitted, her sharp cerulean gaze scanning the shopfronts with purpose. She absently played with the lapels of her tan Tokiwadai blazer, her fingers tracing imagined measurements as she mentally visualized the jacket she wanted. "Something new and chic, something that fits perfectly. I can already picture it, a jacket that will turn heads and make my girlfriends smile the next time we go out."
Azumi-chan, her round face still pink from Onaga-chan's earlier affection, spoke up hesitantly. "Th-there's a boutique up ahead that specializes in a style I think you'd like, Naru-sama."
"Good idea!" Onaga-chan said, giving her girlfriend a gentle squeeze. "Let's check it out. Besides, I need to pick up something for Azumi-chan here. It's about time she got a proper winter coat."
"Y-you don't have to-" Azumi-chan began, only to be silenced by another quick kiss from Onaga-chan.
"No arguments, love." Onaga-chan said firmly, earning a chorus of "awws" from Chao-chan and Emily-chan even as they began making their way towards the boutique that Azumi-chan had suggested.
It wasn't long before they reached their destination and as they entered the boutique, the group was greeted by a wave of warm air and the subtle scent of lavender. The polished wooden floors gleamed under the light of an elaborate chandelier, and racks of elegant clothing lined the walls. Naru's cerulean eyes widened slightly, twinkling with anticipation as she took in the sheer variety of options before her.
"Alright!" She said, her voice firm. "Let's find something that screams 'classy but badass.'"
While Naru browsed, Chao-chan wandered off to inspect a rack of silk scarves, her braided pigtails swaying as she moved. Emily-chan, meanwhile, had already struck up a conversation with one of the sales assistants, asking questions that were equal parts genuine and teasing. Onaga-chan and Azumi-chan stuck together, the former holding up coats against her shy girlfriend to gauge the best fit.
"You really should let me spoil you more often," Onaga-chan said, her boyish charm evident in her grin.
"I-I don't want you to spend too much…" Azumi-chan murmured, her green eyes darting nervously around the boutique.
"It's not spending. It's an investment in keeping my favorite person warm," Onaga-chan replied, earning another blush from Azumi-chan.
Naru watched them out of the corner of her eye, a small smile tugging at her lips. She might not share the same deep connection with her Rabbit Faction lieutenants as she did with the Trinity or her girlfriends, Shu-chan and Arisa-chan, who were her chosen family. Even so, Chao-chan, Onaga-chan, Azumi-chan, and Emily-chan held a special place in her life. They were some of her closest friends, and moments like this reminded her of how much she valued their presence.
As she pulled a sleek black jacket off the rack, Naru pressed it against her body and turned toward a nearby mirror. The jacket featured a structured design with sharp lapels and a belted waist that complemented her lithe, athletic figure. Its polished leather material gleamed under the boutique's soft lighting, radiating a bold yet sophisticated energy. The fitted cut followed her silhouette seamlessly, while the subtle curve of the seams and the clean arrangement of the buttons added a modern touch. It struck the perfect balance between timeless elegance and contemporary style, an ideal choice for the refined ojou-sama aura she worked so hard to project.
What do you think? She asked, reaching out to her partner sealed within her soul.
I think it looks good on you, Kurama replied, his tone thoughtful. But you might want the opinion of a human girl.
True. Naru admitted, her sharp cerulean eyes scanning her reflection once more. Turning away from the mirror, she directed her attention to her second-in-command of the Rabbit Faction.
"What do you think?" She asked, holding the jacket in place as she struck a casual pose. "Does this scream 'classy but badass'?"
Chao-chan glanced up from the scarves, her sharp eyes appraising. "Not bad, but try it on first. Let's see how it fits."
Naru slipped off her Tokiwadai blazer with a smooth motion and handed it to Chao-chan, who took it with a nod and a smile. Without missing a beat, Naru slid into the sleek black jacket she had selected. The contrast between the two was striking, with the new jacket instantly elevating her appearance. The leather molded seamlessly to her athletic frame, its structured design adding a bold and commanding edge. Sharp lapels framed her shoulders, while the belted waist cinched elegantly, emphasizing her slender silhouette and curves. The smooth, matte material gave off a subtle sheen under the boutique's soft lighting, the overall design exuding both elegance and quiet authority. It was a jacket that blended classic refinement with a touch of contemporary boldness, perfectly matching the image she sought to project.
Turning toward the mirror, Naru's sharp cerulean eyes appraised her reflection with a discerning gaze. The jacket's hem skimmed just below her hips, its sleek lines complementing the pleated pattern of her checkered blue skirt. The outfit struck a perfect balance between the traditional charm of her Tokiwadai uniform and a modern, daring flair that set her apart. A small, confident smile tugged at her lips as she admired the transformation, imagining how the bold yet chic look might impress her girlfriends the next time they went out. The jacket wasn't just an addition to her wardrobe. It was a statement.
"Looks great, Naru-sama." Emily-chan said, joining her with a grin. "Now you just need to accessorize."
Naru smirked. "One step at a time, Emily-chan. Yup. I think I'll take it."
After completing their purchases in that store, which included the chic black jacket Naru had chosen and a snug winter coat for Azumi-chan, the core of the Rabbit Faction resumed their lively shopping trip. The group's laughter and chatter filled the elegant streets of the School Garden, adding a spirited touch to the refined atmosphere. Their next stop was a boutique renowned for its haute couture designs, where Chao-chan admired a collection of qipao-inspired dresses with a mix of fascination and nostalgia. Emily-chan, true to form, couldn't resist commenting on some of the racier pieces on display, making the others blush furiously at her boldness. Though considering Chao-chan had discreetly placed an order for one of the more daring designs Emily-chan pointed out, she clearly wasn't the only bold one in the group.
Their next visit was to a store of Onaga-chan's choice, where she carefully examined a sharply tailored blazer, earning a soft smile and an approving nod from Azumi-chan. Meanwhile, Naru lingered near the shoe section, her sharp cerulean eyes drawn to a pair of sleek ankle boots. The boots had a clean design with just the right amount of subtle embellishment, striking a perfect balance between practicality and style. For now, Naru decided to pass on them, reasoning she could try to make her new jacket work with the shoes she already owned. She could afford it, of course, but she wasn't Rui-chan, with the kind of wealth that allowed for indulging whims without a second thought. That said, if her current footwear didn't complement the jacket as well as she hoped, she'd definitely return for those boots.
For Naru, moments like this were rare. The camaraderie she shared with her Faction members was a reminder that even in the unpredictable chaos of Academy City, there were pockets of normalcy to savor. It felt grounding, this simple act of shopping with friends, far removed from the constant intrigue and danger of her daily life as a Dark Sider.
As the group exited the boutique, Naru's instincts stirred like an itch she couldn't ignore. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a petite figure lingering near the entrance, their presence clashing with the polished, refined ambiance of the School Garden. The girl's mint-green hair, styled into twin buns resembling disks or horns, made her stand out sharply. Her translucent white raincoat shimmered faintly in the sunlight, its ruffled cuffs and high collar giving her an almost ethereal air. Beneath the coat, the lack of visible attire was a detail that added a disconcerting layer to her presence. Around her neck hung a vivid pink pocket watch, its striking hue catching the light with every subtle movement. Yet, none of this was what truly unsettled Naru.
What had seized her attention was the unmistakable killing intent radiating from the girl. It wasn't just her strange attire or her deliberate stance; it was the intensity of her gaze. Fixed, unwavering, and cutting through the noise of the School Garden like a dagger, that gaze was directed solely at Naru. The girl's posture, deliberate and taut like a drawn bowstring, sent a chill of unease rippling through her. Something about her presence screamed danger, and Naru couldn't shake the sense that she was being marked.
Naru's lithe figure tensed momentarily before she forced herself to relax, her movements casual as she rejoined her friends. They laughed and chatted, oblivious to the undercurrent of tension rippling through her. But Naru's mind was already racing, keeping track of the mysterious figure as she slung a colorful sports bag over her shoulder and subtly adjusted her position, shadowing them with calculated intent.
Naru, you're right on the money with that one. Kurama's voice echoed in her mind, sharp and edged with concern. I sensed a murderous intent directed at you from that girl.
Got it. Naru replied, her thoughts steady despite the flicker of unease beneath them. We'll need to break off from everyone else before we confront her.
Agreed. We don't know what she's capable of, and it's better to be safe than sorry.
The girl moved with the deliberate air of someone with a purpose, her bare feet soundless against the polished pavement. As her raincoat fluttered faintly in the breeze, the bright, sun-kissed tan of her skin contrasted sharply against her translucent attire, heightening her otherworldly aura. Naru didn't need to look directly to know that whoever this stranger was, she was keeping close. Whatever her purpose, Naru would find out soon enough, but only on her own terms.
"I'm going to check out a store I've been meaning to visit." She said suddenly, interrupting the easy chatter between her friends.
Chao-chan paused mid-step, her sharp gaze narrowing slightly as she studied Naru with the keen perceptiveness that made her an exceptional leader. Her braided pigtails swayed slightly as she tilted her head, the movement emphasizing the deliberation in her expression.
"You want us to come with you?" She asked, her tone measured but tinged with curiosity, her athletic frame poised with subtle readiness.
Naru offered a quick shake of her head, her long, silky blonde pigtails shimmering as they caught the light with the motion. Her sharp cerulean eyes sparkled with determination as she brushed off the suggestion with a casual smile.
"No, I want to go to this one alone." She replied, keeping her tone deliberately casual. Her sharp cerulean eyes flicked briefly toward her friends before she schooled her features into a calm mask, concealing the tension simmering just beneath the surface.
Emily-chan didn't miss a beat, a mischievous grin spreading across her freckled face as she leaned toward Naru with a playful glint in her eyes. Her ginger hair framed her expression of pure mischief, the sunlight catching the fiery strands and adding to her impish charm. She clearly relished any opportunity to tease, and this was no exception.
"What, are you sneaking off to a sex shop or something?" She teased, her ginger hair catching the sunlight as her playful jab hung in the air. She nudged Naru lightly, clearly enjoying the opportunity to needle her friend.
Naru's face heated instantly, a vivid blush spreading across her cheeks and threatening to crawl down her neck. From deep within her mind, Kurama roared with laughter, the sound echoing gleefully and doing nothing to help her composure. Ignoring his raucous amusement, she forced a smirk onto her face, masking her embarrassment with practiced ease.
"Or something." She shot back, her tone light and teasing. The response earned delighted chuckles from Onaga-chan, her short brunette hair bouncing slightly as she nudged Azumi-chan playfully, and Emily-chan, who grinned widely at her successful jab.
Chao-chan, ever the composed leader, silenced the teasing with a sharp, quelling look that exuded quiet authority. Her dark eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze carrying an unmistakable message as she adjusted the collar of her neatly pressed Tokiwadai winter uniform with deliberate care. The shift in the group's energy was immediate, the playful atmosphere giving way to a respectful hush, her unspoken command proving more effective than any words.
"Let her go." She said firmly, her authoritative tone leaving no room for argument. "We'll catch up later."
Onaga-chan and Azumi-chan exchanged amused glances, their expressions lighting up with a shared understanding. Though their personalities couldn't have been more different, the subtle connection between the tomboyish Onaga-chan and her bashful girlfriend was evident in the way they mirrored each other's shy smiles. With a quick nod, they both signaled their agreement, their affection for each other palpable even in this simple gesture.
"Okay, Naru-sama. We'll see you soon," Azumi-chan said softly, her green hair catching the light as she leaned into Onaga-chan's side.
Emily-chan, however, let out a theatrical groan, her freckled face scrunching up in an exaggerated pout. She crossed her arms over her chest, the motion deliberate as she struck a pose of mock indignation.
"Fine, but if you come back with something scandalous, you have to spill the details." She demanded, her freckled face alight with playful curiosity.
Naru rolled her eyes, choosing not to dignify the comment with a response, though the faint smile tugging at her lips betrayed her amusement. Offering her friends a final wave, she turned and walked off, her sharp cerulean eyes scanning the bustling crowd for any sign of her stalker. Moving with deliberate purpose, her lithe, athletic frame navigated the Garden's narrow streets with an easy grace. Her tan blazer and checkered blue skirt, the hallmark of Tokiwadai's uniform, blended seamlessly with those of other students. The familiar attire allowed her to slip into the flow of the crowd effortlessly, her presence becoming just another part of the Academy City elite, masking her sharp awareness beneath an air of casual confidence.
As she ventured into a quieter section of the School Garden, Naru felt her instincts sharpen with each step. This area, part of the Garden's continuous efforts to maintain its polished allure, had been closed off for renovations, lending it an uncharacteristic stillness. The usual bustle of the exclusive district seemed distant, with only the gentle trickle of water from a nearby fountain and the faint hum of voices from more active streets reaching her ears.
Rounding a corner, she found herself in an empty alley flanked by high-end boutiques, their windows obscured by frosted glass and "Under Renovation" signs. The muted atmosphere offered a rare reprieve from the usual activity of the Garden, the absence of passersby making it an ideal place for what she needed.
Perfect. Naru thought, her sharp cerulean eyes scanning the deserted alley as she steeled herself for what she was certain would come next.
"You've been following me long enough," Naru said aloud, her voice calm but edged with steel. She bent slightly, placing the shopping bag containing her newly purchased jacket safely against the wall beside her, ensuring it was out of harm's way. Straightening, she turned slowly, her sharp cerulean eyes locking onto the figure emerging from the shadows, her stance unwavering as she prepared for whatever was to come.
The mint-haired girl stepped forward, her translucent raincoat catching the light as she moved with an unsettling grace. Her bare feet were silent against the pavement, and the pocket watch around her neck swung faintly with her steps.
"You're sharper than I expected." She said, her voice lilting and almost playful. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Salome."
Naru's eyes narrowed. "What do you want?"
"To kill you." Salome replied simply, her tone casual, as though discussing the weather. She dropped the sports bag from her shoulder, the weight of it landing heavily on the ground. "You're part of the Kamijou Faction. That makes you a target, don'tcha think?"
Naru folded her arms across her chest, her stance solid and unyielding. Her sharp cerulean eyes narrowed slightly, scanning her surroundings with quiet intensity as she stood her ground. Every inch of her posture radiated determination, her lithe frame exuding a confidence that made it clear she wasn't easily intimidated.
"I'm not part of the Kamijou Faction." She said, her voice steady.
Salome tilted her head, her mint-green buns catching the light. "You can say whatever you like, but I know better, don'tcha think? You're a member, and every last one of you needs to die."
Naru sighed inwardly. Of course, this would happen. Keeping her posture relaxed, she readied herself for whatever was to come.
"You don't have to do this." She tried, though she doubted the words would sway Salome.
That's not going to work. Kurama's voice echoed in her mind, carrying a tone of grim certainty.
I know. Naru replied silently, her sharp cerulean eyes narrowing as she braced herself. But I've got to try.
The other girl's lips curled into a smile, but there was something off about it. It was an unnerving expression, hollow and unsettling, as if her face wore the smile but her eyes rejected it entirely. Her purple eyes stayed cold and detached, the eerie disconnect sending a faint chill through the air.
"Oh, but I do, don'tcha think?" With that, she stepped forward, her pocket watch gleaming like a twisted symbol of fate.
Naru's sharp cerulean eyes locked onto her, unblinking and steady, refusing to give away any hint of uncertainty. They were calculating, taking in every detail of her strange opponent with an intensity that mirrored her focus. Even as the tension thickened between them, Naru's piercing gaze never wavered.
"Then let's get this over with." She said, her voice calm but resolute.
Naru's sharp cerulean eyes narrowed as she took a steady breath, her lithe frame tensing with purpose. Gathering her chakra, she shaped it with practiced ease, her blonde pigtails swaying as she exhaled sharply and spat out a dozen fireballs. Each sphere of flame streaked toward Salome, lighting up the alley with their fierce glow.
Salome reacted with superhuman swiftness, her petite form moving fluidly as she reached down to her colorful sports bag. Unzipping it in one swift motion, she pulled out a gleaming katana, the polished blade catching the flickering light of Naru's fireballs. Naru expected her opponent to deflect the incoming attacks or meet them head-on with the weapon, but Salome had something else in mind.
With a smirk that only heightened her otherworldly aura, Salome used what was unmistakably magic to dissolve the katana into shimmering particles of energy. Those same particles expanded outward, consuming Naru's fireballs mid-air and leaving no trace of their destructive heat.
Be careful, Naru. Kurama's voice growled in the back of her mind, his usual sharpness tempered with genuine caution.
Yeah, I know. Naru replied, her tone clipped but steady, even as she recalibrated her approach. Her sharp gaze remained fixed on Salome, who now smirked confidently, clearly unfazed by the initial exchange.
The mint-haired girl raised her arm in a theatrical swing, her translucent raincoat fluttering slightly with the motion. In an instant, dozens of flaming swords materialized, each blade glowing a fierce orange-red as they shot toward Naru like a deadly rain.
Naru's response was instinctive and fluid. Channeling her chakra into her legs and body, she evaded the fiery onslaught with practiced ease, her petite frame twisting and turning to avoid the blazing projectiles. Her Tokiwadai winter uniform, though formal in design, moved seamlessly with her, the pleated checkered skirt flaring slightly as she leapt aside.
You're trying close-quarters combat, aren't you? Kurama asked, his tone tinged with amusement.
Yeah. Naru confirmed as she darted forward, her movements a blur of speed and intent. The fiery swords dissipated behind her as she closed the distance, her cerulean eyes blazing with determination. If Salome wanted a fight, she would get one, up close and personal.
Naru closed the distance between them in an instant, her sharp eyes narrowing as she delivered a quick jab toward Salome's face. The mint-haired girl ducked under the punch with ease, her sun-kissed tan glowing faintly under the alley's dim light. Her translucent raincoat swirled around her as she spun, aiming a low kick at Naru's legs. Naru sidestepped, her pleated checkered skirt flaring slightly with the motion, and retaliated with a swift knee strike aimed at Salome's midsection.
Salome blocked the attack with her forearm, a smirk playing on her lips. "Damn, figured it out already, huh? My magic only works on weapons?"
"No." Naru replied dryly, her tone dripping with disdain. "I just wanted to kick your face in."
She followed up her words with a roundhouse kick, the sharp arc of her leg cutting through the air with precision. The motion sent her pigtails whipping around her head, adding a dynamic flair to her already aggressive attack. The strike came dangerously close to connecting, forcing Salome to dodge quickly, her smirk unwavering.
"Shame I've got to kill you. You're my kind of person, don'tcha think?" Salome said with a laugh.
The banter didn't slow their movements as Salome lunged forward, her bare feet gliding soundlessly over the pavement, each step purposeful and controlled. She swung a punch toward Naru's chest, the air seeming to ripple from the sheer force behind it. Naru raised her arms to block, her cerulean eyes narrowing with focus as the impact reverberated through her body, forcing her to step back and adjust her stance. Salome didn't relent, launching into a relentless barrage of punches aimed at Naru's head, ribs, and shoulders, each strike sharp and calculated.
Naru twisted her lithe, athletic figure, narrowly avoiding a jab meant for her jaw. She ducked under a follow-up high kick, Salome's leg cutting through the air where her head had just been. The sharp movement transitioned seamlessly into an elbow strike, which Naru parried with both forearms, the impact sending a faint vibration up her arms. Salome pivoted sharply, delivering a spinning back kick that Naru sidestepped at the last moment, the gust of displaced air brushing her cheek.
Naru countered with a quick low sweep, her leg scything toward Salome's ankles. The mint-haired girl responded with an almost inhuman grace, her buns bobbing slightly as she leapt effortlessly over the attack and spun midair. Landing lightly on her toes, she immediately transitioned into another flurry of attacks: a rising knee aimed at Naru's midsection, followed by a pair of rapid-fire punches. Naru barely dodged the knee, twisting her torso just enough to avoid it while deflecting one punch with her forearm and redirecting the other with a quick upward palm strike. The rhythm of their exchange was unrelenting, each movement a testament to their skill and determination.
"You're strong." Naru admitted grudgingly as she reset her stance.
"And you're fast." Salome countered, her smirk widening.
Salome suddenly launched herself into the air, spinning mid-flight to deliver a powerful kick aimed at Naru's head. Naru crossed her arms in front of her, blocking the blow, though the sheer force of it made her stagger. She pushed Salome's leg away and countered with a sharp uppercut, forcing the other girl to leap back.
"Superhuman strength and speed." Naru muttered under her breath.
Kurama's voice rang in her mind. Luckily you enhanced your body when you chose to get close. Her blows could've shattered your arm bones otherwise.
I know. Naru snapped internally, her tone as sharp as her movements. She darted forward, her fists aiming rapid strikes at Salome, who dodged and blocked with maddening ease.
"You're dumb." Naru growled as she feinted a left hook before pivoting into a spinning elbow strike. "Stupid. And the second biggest idiot for picking a fight with the Trinity."
Salome blocked the elbow with her forearm and smirked. "I'm not targeting the Trinity, remember? It's the Kamijou Faction I'm after."
"Don't remind me! Stupid!" Naru hissed, annoyed by the reminder of her reluctant affiliation. Salome chuckled at her reaction, her violet eyes gleaming with amusement. "Can't even get correct intel!"
The fight continued, their movements a flurry of speed and precision as they exchanged blow after blow. Naru lashed out with a high kick, her lithe frame moving with practiced grace, but Salome ducked under it effortlessly, her mint-green buns barely shifting with the motion. Salome retaliated with a spinning backfist that caught Naru on the cheek, the force of the blow cracking the delicate bones beneath her skin. However, Naru's enhanced regeneration kicked in immediately, the searing pain fading as her body repaired the damage within moments.
Undeterred, Naru pressed the attack, closing the gap between them and driving her knee toward Salome's stomach with a sharp, upward thrust. Salome twisted to the side with uncanny agility, narrowly avoiding the strike, and countered with a barrage of rapid punches aimed at Naru's torso. Each blow came with the force of a sledgehammer, forcing Naru to block and evade in a relentless test of her reflexes and resilience.
Naru weaved through the attacks, her lithe frame moving with honed efficiency. She sidestepped a particularly powerful punch and grabbed Salome's outstretched arm, using the momentum to judo flip her opponent. Salome gasped as she hit the ground, her body landing squarely on top of her colorful sports bag. The bag compressed under her weight, its straps tangling slightly as she struggled to push herself back up.
Salome scrambled to her feet, her movements quick but unsteady as she clutched her colorful sports bag protectively against her chest. Her violet eyes darted toward Naru, wary yet calculating, as she took a cautious step back.
"You're strong, don'tcha think?" She admitted begrudgingly, her voice tinged with frustration. "Guess I'll need to deal with you later."
Naru stood in the quiet alley, her sharp cerulean eyes fixed on Salome as the mint-green-haired girl fled, her bare feet barely making a sound against the polished pavement. The translucent raincoat billowed with each swift step, and her colorful sports bag swung rhythmically at her side as she disappeared around the corner. The faint trickle of water from a nearby fountain was the only sound that filled the silence, amplifying the stillness of the space.
Once certain that Salome was truly gone, Naru allowed herself to relax slightly, her arms crossing over her lithe, athletic frame. A small frown pulled at her lips as she adjusted the hem of her checkered Tokiwadai uniform skirt, brushing off imaginary dust in an absent, thoughtful motion.
Her mind churned with thoughts, her earlier encounter replaying in vivid detail. The tension that had gripped her moments ago began to ease with Salome's departure, but a new problem lingered in its place. She couldn't simply return to her friends empty-handed, not after the excuse she'd used to slip away. Picking up the shopping bag containing her sleek new jacket, Naru's eyes swept over the nearby shop fronts. Her gaze lingered thoughtfully as she began to plot her next move, determined to turn her impromptu detour into something her friends wouldn't question.
"Well," she muttered aloud, flipping one of her blonde pigtails over her shoulder, "I guess I could actually go check out that shop."
Oh, come on! Kurama groaned from within her mind. You're really going to follow through with that?
Stuff it. Naru shot back with a smirk, her eyes glinting with amusement as she stepped purposefully in the direction of the only sex shop in the School Garden. Why would such a refined shopping district, reserved for ojou-samas from the City's top five elite girls' schools, house an establishment like that? Well, the answer was simple, even the most refined girls had their indulgences. I've got needs too.
Yes, yes. Kurama chuckled dryly, though his tone carried a distinct edge of disgust. I know. Believe me, I know.
Naru rolled her eyes, though a faint blush crept over her cheeks. You're insufferable.
And you're predictable. His voice shifted to a serious tone. Now, instead of shopping for a new vibrator, maybe call your bestie and find out why someone is targeting the Kamijou Faction?
Naru paused mid-step, her frown returning. Don't remind me. I'm still not thrilled that we're considered part of the Kamijou Faction.
Deal with it. Kurama quipped. Now call that Saten girl already. You need to brief her about the killer stalking you.
Yeah, yeah. Naru sighed, her fingers brushing against the buttons of her tan blazer as she adjusted it. Her long pigtails swayed as she stepped out of the alley and into the more bustling part of the School Garden. The cobblestone streets gleamed under the fading light, the air filled with the soft murmur of voices. Pulling her phone from her blazer pocket, Naru dialed as she walked, her sharp eyes scanning her surroundings for any lingering threats.
"Sono kodō wa toki o koete
Kowarenai kizuna shinjita
Mamoritai to negatta hibi
Zutto kienai omoi o idaite
(The heart beats over time
I believed in unbreakable bonds
The days I wish to protect
Holding onto the feeling that won't go away)"
The rhythmic beat of her music pulsed through Saten Ruiko's earbuds as she moved with deliberate focus, her body a blur of controlled power. The private gym in School District 20 was dimly lit, save for the soft glow of light panels overhead, casting sharp shadows on the walls. Facing the training dummy, she shifted her weight smoothly, her movements fluid as she practised a sequence of Krav Maga strikes. With a swift step forward, she delivered a devastating groin kick to the dummy, the impact sending it rocking back as she exhaled sharply, her focus unwavering.
The dummy steadied, and she adjusted her stance, her breathing measured as she readied herself for the next set. Ruiko's earbuds muffled the world beyond the gym, the steady beat of the song playing in her ears anchoring her focus. Sweat glistened faintly on her skin, each drop reflecting the intensity of her effort, while her long raven hair, tied back in a ponytail, swayed with her every movement, a subtle counterpoint to her sharp precision. She wiped her brow with the back of her hand, pausing only for a moment before resuming her stance, every motion deliberate, her gaze unwavering as she prepared for the next strike.
"Hakanaku mabushiku yasashī
Sono hitomi ga kureta kimochi
Kimi to waraiatta jikan
Kono mune ni yadotta kioku
(Illusory dazzling and gentle
Are the feelings those eyes gave me
The time I laugh with you
Are the memories that live in this heart)"
Ruiko's fist shot forward in a powerful straight punch, the force behind it making the training dummy sway upon impact. Her blue eyes, sharp with focus, gleamed with determination, while a small, white flower pinned to the left side of her raven-black hair added a delicate contrast to her intense expression. Her long hair was tied back in a sleek ponytail, the strands swaying with her movements, accentuating the grace in her power. Her busty figure, enhanced by her use of Bust Upper, added a striking presence to her athletic form, the balance between her strength and femininity evident with every motion.
The fitted white crop top she wore featured a scoop neckline that highlighted her enhanced figure and toned shoulders and arms, the snug material providing both support and freedom of movement. High-waisted maroon leggings hugged her curves flawlessly, their design emphasizing the contours of her athletic build, particularly her strong, shapely legs. The deep hue of the leggings added a touch of sophistication to the outfit, balancing its functional design. As her ponytail settled from the motion of her strike, Ruiko exhaled slowly, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, the motion drawing attention to her enhanced bust and showcasing the unwavering control she had cultivated through her rigorous training.
"Kotoba ni dekinai hodo
Kimi o omoitsuzuketa
Nakushita sono itami o
Chikara ni kaete hashiritsuzukete iru
(I've been thinking about you so much
That I can't put it into words
I turn the pain I lost into power
And I still keep on running)"
Ruiko pivoted smoothly, her body flowing with precision as she delivered a sharp sidekick to the left side of the training dummy. The impact sent it rocking, but she was already shifting her weight, executing a second kick to its right side with equal force and control. Her ponytail swayed rhythmically with her movements, a subtle reminder of the grace woven into her strength. As she drew back into her stance, a faint smile touched her lips. She was dressed more thoughtfully than most might be for a workout, her outfit carefully chosen to reflect her polished appearance.
Yes, there was no one around to admire her effort, but that hardly mattered. She simply wanted to look good at all times. It was a personal standard, meant not for anyone else but for herself. The fitted crop top and high-waisted leggings she wore were not just practical; they embodied her confidence and self-respect. Even in solitude, she found joy in maintaining her style, her attire a reflection of her belief that feeling good started with looking good. Preparing for another round of kicks, Ruiko adjusted her stance, her eyes gleaming with determination, her movements a seamless blend of power and poise.
"No one can stop this phase!
Ima issho ni kakugo o kokoro ni kizande
Mamoritai to chikatta kara
Kono te o kimi to tsuyoku musubu
Tomo ni sugosu jikan dake ga
Omoide no subete datta to
Itsu ka kimi ga warau hi made
Kono kizuna o mamoritsuranuite
(No one can stop this phase!
Now I engraved my determination into my heart together
Because I swore to protect
I'll hold my hand with you
The only time we spent together
Were all but just memories
Until one day when you laugh
I'll protect our bonds together)"
Ruiko delivered a swift series of front kicks to the training dummy, her movements fluid and measured as the dummy rocked back with each impact, the force of her strikes undeniable. As the final beat of her song faded into silence, she paused, her breathing steady, and allowed herself a brief moment of satisfaction, the controlled power behind her kicks a testament to her relentless training.
Before the next song in her playlist could begin or she could launch into another set, a faint vibration buzzed in her ear, signaling an incoming call. Ruiko paused mid-motion, her athletic figure coming to a halt with practiced grace. With a small burst of her emulated Electromastery, she directed her power to her phone, quickly checking the Caller ID.
"Naru-chan, huh?" She murmured to herself, a faint smile tugging at her lips. Maintaining the wireless connection to her phone, forged seamlessly by her emulated Electromastery, she allowed it to linger just long enough to connect the call.
"Hello, Naru-chan." Ruiko greeted warmly, brushing a loose strand of her raven-black hair behind her ear. Her blue eyes sparkled with quiet curiosity as she adjusted her stance, the faint sheen of sweat on her brow a testament to her exertion.
"Hi, Rui-chan. What are you up to?" Naru-chan's familiar voice came through, tinged with curiosity and a hint of playful interest.
"Practising my Krav Maga." Ruiko replied smoothly, her tone calm but focused. She punctuated her words with a powerful hammerfist, striking the training dummy squarely on its head. The force of the blow caused the dummy to sway on its stand, the satisfying thud echoing in the gym. The impact underscored not just her dedication to her training but also the discipline she upheld as a Level 5. While her Esper abilities and marksmanship were formidable assets, maintaining her close-quarters combat skills was non-negotiable for someone living the dangerous life of a Dark Sider.
Besides, Ruiko mused. Every proper ojou-sama should be capable of defending herself when necessary.
Naru-chan's surprise was audible as she replied. "Why aren't you using your free time to go on a date with Accelerator and Frenda-chan?"
"They're on a one-on-one date today." Ruiko said casually, punctuating her response with a sharp sidekick to the dummy's midsection. The force of her strike sent it lurching backward before it stabilized again. "Not all dates have to include all three of us."
"But why?" Naru-chan pressed, confusion evident in her voice.
Ruiko shrugged, though her friend couldn't see it.
"Because we do one-on-one dates too. Not everything has to be a group outing." She replied, her tone light but resolute as she pivoted fluidly. She delivered a sharp elbow strike to the dummy's side, the impact causing it to rock slightly. The motion of her strike caused her fitted crop top to shift subtly, momentarily drawing attention to the contours of her enhanced bust while highlighting the toned definition of her abs, visible in the exposed midriff between the top and her high-waisted leggings.
"How does that work?" Naru-chan asked, her tone laced with skepticism.
Ruiko smirked, resetting her stance with the confidence of someone who had honed her skills through relentless practice. Her feet shifted slightly, finding firm purchase on the floor as her body aligned into a poised, ready position. Her shoulders squared, and her core tightened as she adjusted her balance, every movement deliberate and measured. The faint glimmer of sweat on her skin caught the light, a testament to the intensity of her workout.
Ruiko's smirk deepened, her sharp blue eyes locked onto the training dummy as if it were a living opponent. She inhaled deeply, her chest rising beneath her snug crop top, the fabric stretching slightly over her sizable breasts. As she exhaled slowly, grounding herself, she couldn't help but think that maybe her top was a little too snug.
I need to get my measurements done again. She mused, a faint sigh escaping her lips. I've grown bigger. Again. Maybe not a full cup size. At least, I hope not. I'm already a C-cup!
With how I keep growing, maybe it was premature of me to have used Bust Upper. She thought, noting how the snug crop top and the sports bra underneath pinched her boobs slightly. However, she dismissed the thought almost immediately, a sly grin spreading across her face. No, it was worth it.
The thought bolstered her mood, a small, confident smile gracing her lips as she steadied her stance. Her raven-black ponytail swayed lightly with the subtle shift of her body, every inch of her posture exuding focus and control. She ignored the faint pinching in her chest caused by her clothes being a bit too tight. The discomfort didn't bother her. In part, it was her pride as the Number 3 Level 5 and the [AIM Sovereign] that overshadowed such trivialities. She had endured worse to become what she was. But more than that, she couldn't help but think how much Accel and Frenda-chan would appreciate the change. They loved her bigger boobs, and big boobs in general, and honestly, she couldn't blame them. She loved them too. And not just to play with. It was also a source of personal pride. Her enhanced bust served as a symbol of her femininity and confidence, something that added an extra layer to her self-assurance. Not that she had ever thought of herself as unattractive before using Bust Upper, but these days, she undeniably felt even better about her appearance.
"Not everyone is as lucky as you, having both your girlfriends share one body." She said in reply to Naru-chan's earlier question, her voice carrying a playful teasing edge that stood in stark contrast to the sharp focus in her stance. Ruiko's posture remained solid, her feet firmly planted as she prepared for her next move, the subtle sway of her ponytail adding a touch of grace to her otherwise powerful presence.
"Yeah…" Naru-chan sighed, the weight of her reply evident even over the call. "But that has its own issues, believe it."
"Everyone has issues, Naru-chan." Ruiko said with a light chuckle, pivoting her hips and delivering a swift groin kick to the training dummy. The impact sent it rocking back violently, the motion momentarily pulling her attention away from their conversation. "It's all about how you deal with them."
"Fair enough." Naru-chan admitted after a pause, her tone tinged with resignation. "Anyway, I'm calling to warn you. Someone named Salome is attacking the Kamijou Faction. And, unfortunately, that includes us."
Ruiko let out a light laugh as she reset her stance, her movements fluid yet deliberate. Her feet slid smoothly into position, shoulder-width apart, with her weight balanced evenly between them, ready to deliver her next strike. She adjusted her posture, her toned arms raising slightly, her blue eyes sharp with focus as she locked onto the training dummy once more.
"It does. We're his allies, after all. That makes us part of the Faction whether we like it or not."
"Don't remind me!" Naru groaned, the frustration in her voice almost palpable.
"We don't have a choice. Deal with it," Ruiko teased, punctuating her words with a powerful straight punch that made the training dummy sway under the force. Her ponytail swayed with the motion, a graceful counterpoint to her precise and controlled strike.
Naru groaned again, the exasperation in her voice clear. But instead of pressing the issue, she shifted gears. "Fine, but seriously, what can you tell me about this Salome? She came out of nowhere, so I smacked her around a little and drove her off. Not that I really know what I'm dealing with here. All I know is that she was a Magician. So spill! What's her story?"
Ruiko planted a sharp kick to the dummy's left side before responding, her voice casual but tinged with seriousness. "She's a mass murderer and a member of the Kamisato Faction. Kamisato Kakeru's non-blood-related younger sister. They incapacitated her some time ago because she was too much trouble to handle, but when the faction relocated to Academy City, she managed to escape. Now she's smuggled herself in and is targeting the Kamijou Faction to support her brother."
The Kamisato Faction was a diverse and enigmatic group, bound together by their loyalty to Kamisato Kakeru, the wielder of World Rejecter, a terrifying ability capable of banishing supernatural entities and phenomena to another dimension. The group consisted primarily of women whose lives had been drastically altered by Kamisato and his power. These individuals were drawn to Kamisato as both protector and reluctant leader, unified by a shared determination to survive and navigate a world rife with supernatural threats.
And how is that any different from Kamijou? Ruiko couldn't help but think in passing, drawing a mental parallel between the two as she unleashed a volley of punches against the training dummy. Each strike was deliberate and controlled, her fists connecting with rhythmic force. Her sharp eyes remained locked on her target, her movements fluid and efficient. The rapid succession of blows echoed through the gym, her knuckles slamming into the padded surface with a satisfying thud. The dummy rocked slightly with each impact, but Ruiko never let up, her punches alternating between quick jabs aimed at its head and powerful cross punches targeting its midsection. Her lithe, athletic figure flowed effortlessly with each shift of her weight, every movement a testament to her practiced agility and control.
Highlighting the similarity between the two Factions based on the tendency of both Kamisato and Kamijou to "collect" girls into their respective groups was, perhaps, an unfair comparison. Any resemblance between them was, at best, superficial, as the Kamisato Faction operated with a calculated pragmatism that stood in stark contrast to Kamijou Touma's unyielding idealism. This distinction made the Kamisato Faction particularly dangerous, a fact underscored by their swift rise to prominence and the decisive actions they had taken.
Recent intelligence revealed the extent of their power, noting that the Kamisato Faction had been instrumental in confronting True Gremlin following High Priest's rampage. In the chaos that followed the rampage, True Gremlin, in retaliation for his death at the hands of Kihara Noukan and the Anti-Art Attachment, sought to destroy Academy City. Kamisato and his allies dismantled their plans with decisive action, with Kamisato himself using World Rejecter to erase the majority of the cabal of Magic Gods. These actions underscored both their formidable strength and their calculated, pragmatic approach to dealing with threats.
Ruiko supposed she should have felt some measure of relief knowing there were others willing to protect the City. More allies were always welcome in the unending struggle to ensure its safety. Yet, the fundamental clash of ideologies between Kamijou and Kamisato made everything infinitely more complicated. Kamijou's refusal to compromise and insistence on protecting everyone often stood in stark opposition to Kamisato's calculated pragmatism. At the same time, the Kamisato Faction viewed Kamijou's actions as reckless, believing his tendency to escalate conflicts and cause unnecessary collateral damage posed a greater danger to innocent lives than the threats he sought to combat.
These differences would have naturally created friction between the two factions, but tensions boiled over when Kamisato escalated matters by initiating conflict with Kamijou while pursuing Nephthys, the last surviving member of True Gremlin. Nephthys had sought Kamijou's protection after Kamisato had erased the rest of her cabal, forcing the two factions into direct confrontation. This clash occurred during Leivinia Birdway's desperate struggle to save her sister, Patricia, who had been infected with the deadly Sample Shoggoth parasite. As the parasite consumed Patricia from within, Leivinia resorted to dangerous magic, risking her own life in a final effort to purge it. True to his nature, Kamijou intervened, determined to help the Birdway sisters despite the mounting chaos.
The efforts to save Patricia Birdway were further complicated by the Kamisato Faction's assault, and amidst the turmoil, Nephthys made the ultimate sacrifice. Using her power, she saved Patricia when all other attempts had failed due to the simultaneous battle with Kamisato's group. Kamisato's refusal to acknowledge Nephthys's selfless sacrifice as evidence that not all Magic Gods were inherently evil only widened the rift between Kamijou and Kamisato. The situation deteriorated further with Kamisato's relentless attacks on Othinus, who had become one of Kamijou's closest companions, and his steadfast insistence on the inherent malice of all Magic Gods. These ongoing provocations firmly entrenched the enmity between their Factions.
As a result, the Kamisato Faction became adversaries of the Kamijou Faction, their fundamentally conflicting ideals creating an unavoidable tension that locked the two groups into an ongoing conflict. Much to Ruiko's dismay, she and the rest of the Trinity were considered part of Kamijou's faction, an association that carried complications she would rather avoid. Ruiko hated being lumped in with Kamijou, but there was no escaping the connection.
A slow clap echoed through the gym, each deliberate beat cutting through the quiet hum of Ruiko's controlled breathing. The sound was mocking, each clap disrupting the steady rhythm she had maintained during her practice.
"Impressive, don'tcha think?" A new voice drawled, laced with amusement. "I didn't expect anyone to get so much intel on me so quickly."
The applause faded as its owner stepped forward, their footsteps measured and purposeful, coming to a halt just behind her.
Ruiko didn't bother turning around. Between her emulated sensory abilities and her constant connection to her surveillance network, she had already identified the intruder: Salome, the murderer targeting the Kamijou Faction, now sneaking into her gym with unmistakable ill intent. Calm and unfazed, Ruiko shifted her weight onto her right leg, planting her foot firmly as she prepared for a sidekick with her left. Her long raven ponytail swayed with the motion, brushing lightly against her back, while her high-waisted leggings accentuated the powerful yet fluid transition of her stance. Every movement was deliberate, her body exuding an air of unshakable confidence, as though Salome's menacing presence was little more than an afterthought in her practice.
"Rui-chan, is that Salome?" Naru-chan's voice asked through the call, a tinge of mild worry in her tone.
"Thank you." Ruiko told the killer, her tone smooth and unhurried, not sparing a glance at the Magician behind her. Instead, she focused entirely on the training dummy in front of her. With controlled grace, she planted her right foot firmly and pivoted slightly on it, launching a casual yet deliberate sidekick with her left leg into the dummy's right side. Her leg extended powerfully, her movement fluid yet deliberate, the maroon fabric of her leggings emphasizing the strength behind her strike. The impact sent the dummy rocking back on its base, its motion accompanied by a satisfying thud that echoed through the gym.
"Goodbye." Ruiko added coolly, her voice calm yet laced with finality. Her foot lowered gracefully to the ground as though the strike had been no more effort than swatting away a fly, her body already resetting into a neutral stance. Her nonchalant demeanor was a stark contrast to the tension Salome likely intended to bring with her intrusion, a subtle reminder that Ruiko was entirely in control of the situation.
"Wha-" Salome started to say, but before she could finish, Ruiko activated her emulated Move Point. The Magician vanished in an instant, transported via a series of teleports far across the City to the Fourth Resource Recycling Processing Facility, miles away. Since teleportation wasn't classified as a weapon, Salome's magic, which allowed her to absorb and nullify weapon-based abilities, was rendered useless.
Ruiko allowed herself a faint smile, delivering a powerful front kick to the dummy's midsection with satisfying precision, the impact causing it to sway under the force of her strike.
Magic can be versatile, but everything comes at a price, she mused. And those weaknesses? I'm more than happy to exploit them.
"Yes, Naru-chan, that was Salome." she said casually, her tone almost playful as she returned to her workout. "But no need to worry. I've dealt with her."
Naru-chan chuckled. "What did you do?"
Continuing her practice, Ruiko transitioned smoothly into a rapid series of front kicks, each motion fluid yet forceful. Her first kick followed up on the earlier strike to the dummy's midsection, the impact landing with a satisfying thud. Pivoting slightly, her second kick targeted the upper torso with equal precision, the sharp snap of her movement sending the dummy rocking on its base. Without breaking rhythm, she executed a third kick, this time aiming for the dummy's head, her leg extending with perfect control and striking with enough force to elicit a creak from the dummy's frame. The snug maroon leggings she wore accentuated the strength and elegance of each motion, the sequence showcasing her mastery over both power and precision.
As the rhythm of her kicks filled the gym, Ruiko began to explain, her voice carrying a playful undertone amidst her focused exertion. "I used-"
Mikoto wandered through the quiet streets of School District 7 as the last traces of sunlight faded from the sky. The night cast long shadows over the District's bustling roads, now subdued under the faint glow of streetlights. Her chestnut hair, held back by a small hair clip adorned with two delicate flowers, swayed slightly with each step, catching the faint golden light of a nearby lamppost. Dressed in her Tokiwadai winter uniform, her tan buttoned blazer and checkered blue skirt gave her an air of polished propriety, though the snug shorts beneath her skirt hinted at her practical nature and readiness for action. Her otherwise androgynous silhouette was distinctly softened by her Bust Upper enhanced C-cup bust, lending her a subtle, confident femininity that balanced her athletic grace. With each purposeful step, her chestnut eyes glinted with quiet resolve, mirroring the determination etched into her every movement.
If Kamijou Touma can be a hero, she thought, then so can I.
After all, wasn't being a hero about standing up against danger, no matter the risk? And what could be more heroic than using herself as bait to draw out a dangerous mass murderer like Salome? The thought fueled her determination, and despite the danger, Mikoto felt a flicker of pride at taking action rather than standing idly by.
It was this thought that had led her to an overhead pedestrian bridge, its sleek design spanning a wide, mostly deserted road below. The cityscape below was quiet, save for the occasional whoosh of passing vehicles. The bridge was empty, its solitude broken only by the faint hum of distant traffic. Mikoto stopped mid-span, her eyes scanning the surroundings, when she caught sight of movement ahead. A petite figure ascended the stairs on the far side, the sound of bare feet on concrete soft but deliberate.
A girl stepped into the lamplight on the bridge deck, her mint-green hair styled into twin buns reminiscent of horns gleaming faintly. Her translucent white raincoat fluttered lightly with each step, revealing flashes of sun-kissed tan skin beneath. She reached the top and dropped her colorful sports bag to the ground with a casual thud. Around her neck, a pink pocket watch dangled, catching the light with each movement. Salome.
The violet-eyed girl tilted her head slightly, a motion that seemed deceptively casual, though her expression carried a strange blend of playful mischief and unsettling menace.
"Are you Misaka Mikoto?" She asked, her tone light and lilting, yet underpinned by a sharp, dangerous edge that sent a chill through the still night air.
Mikoto squared her shoulders, her chestnut eyes narrowing as she met Salome's gaze. "I am. And you're Salome, the mass murderer targeting the Kamijou Faction?"
Salome's lips curled into a smirk. She crouched down and rummaged through her bag, pulling out a katana and a flamethrower. The juxtaposition of weapons seemed absurd, yet the girl's presence made it deadly serious. She straightened, holding them casually as if they weighed nothing.
"It's time to die, don'tcha think?" Salome said, her voice mockingly sweet.
Before Mikoto could respond, shimmering particles of energy consumed both weapons, dissolving them into nothingness. Salome extended her hand, forming a finger gun aimed directly at Mikoto. With a playful wink, she mimed pulling the trigger.
In response to the gesture, a barrage of flaming swords materialized mid-air, sharp and blazing, flying toward Mikoto with terrifying speed. Mikoto reacted instantly, her Electromastery flaring as she pulled together a dense wall of iron sand from the nearby environment. The black grains coalesced into a solid shield, the swords clanging and hissing as they struck it, flames licking against the metal surface.
As the last sword dissipated, Mikoto let the wall collapse into a swirling mass at her feet. Her chestnut eyes locked onto Salome, who remained standing with an amused smile.
"You already used that attack against Naru." Mikoto pointed out, her tone sharp and unimpressed.
The grin on Salome's face widened, her amusement laced with an unmistakable edge of danger.
"So, you're sharing notes, huh? Good to know, don'tcha think?" She teased, her violet eyes glinting maliciously as she stood at ease.
Mikoto's response was swift and decisive. Channeling her Electromastery, she propelled herself toward Salome with a burst of electricity, the sudden surge crackling through the air and leaving a faint ozone scent in its wake. In one fluid motion, she summoned an iron sand sword, the dark, shimmering blade forming instantly in her grip. A part of her wished she could use Worochi-no-Aramasa (蛇之麁正, Rough and True Blade of the Serpent), but carrying an actual sword around the city without approval from Kiyama-sensei and the Oversight Committee was a no-go.
The iron sand sword was her compromise.
She closed the distance in an instant, her lean, athletic frame a blur of motion as she thrust the blade toward Salome's chest. Salome sidestepped with supernatural grace, her translucent raincoat fluttering as she moved. Mikoto twisted her wrist, transitioning into a slash aimed at Salome's shoulder, but the petite girl ducked beneath it, her mint-green buns bobbing slightly.
"What else did your fellow Trinity members tell you?" Salome asked, her tone conversational as she continued to dodge each attack with infuriating ease.
Mikoto didn't answer immediately, her focus sharpened on each movement of her opponent. She lunged forward again, her blade cutting through the air in a wide arc that should have connected, but Salome spun out of reach, her bare feet barely touching the ground.
"Ruiko told me you were hunting the Kamijou Faction." Mikoto said finally, slashing horizontally in a move that aimed to catch Salome mid-dodge. The mass murderer twisted her body at an impossible angle to avoid it. "She also gave me an intel file on you, so I know what to expect."
Salome chuckled lightly, the sound unnervingly carefree given the circumstances. "Expected as much. She seems like a very good intel agent, don'tcha think?"
"She is." Mikoto replied curtly, her chestnut eyes narrowing as she pressed her attack. Her strikes came faster now, starting with a thrust aimed at Salome's midsection. She followed it with a diagonal slash intended to catch her legs and a swift upward cut toward her shoulder. Each strike met only empty air as Salome evaded with fluid movements, her dodges seamless and seemingly effortless, almost as if she were toying with Mikoto.
Then, in a move too fast for Mikoto to counter, Salome's hand shot out, grabbing the iron sand sword by the flat of the blade. The mass murderer's violet eyes glinted with triumph as shimmering particles of energy consumed the weapon, disintegrating it into nothingness.
Mikoto's instincts screamed at her to retreat, and she obeyed without hesitation. Electricity crackled around her as she kicked off the ground with an Electromastery-assisted leap, propelling herself backward in a streak of blue light. She landed with a practiced ease just as Salome swung her hand in a wide arc, the air shimmering ominously in its wake. An invisible blade of force tore through the deck of the bridge with a deafening screech, slicing cleanly through a nearby railing.
Both combatants eyed the damage caused by Salome's magic, though their reactions couldn't have been more different. Mikoto's sharp chestnut eyes narrowed warily as she took in the destruction. Salome, meanwhile, tilted her head, her violet eyes gleaming with surprise.
"Huh," she said, almost conversationally. "Didn't expect there'd be so much power left in that sword of yours."
Mikoto raised an eyebrow, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she shot back. "Honored to have exceeded your expectations."
Without hesitation, she raised a hand, unleashing twin bolts of lightning that crackled through the air, streaking toward Salome with deadly precision. The Magician reacted with superhuman speed, her bare feet gliding effortlessly over the bridge as she darted toward her colorful sports bag. In one seamless motion, she unzipped the bag and pulled out an airsoft pistol. Her smirk deepened as she absorbed the pistol along with the incoming lightning using her magic, shimmering particles of energy consuming the weapon and the bolts entirely as they dissolved into nothingness.
Salome's smirk widened as she raised her hand, forming her fingers into the shape of a gun. With a playful glint in her violet eyes, she mimed pulling the trigger, releasing a volley of lightning bullets that streaked toward Mikoto in rapid succession, crackling with dangerous energy as they closed the distance.
Mikoto's Electromastery flared to life, the air around her electrified as she deflected the incoming bullets. Sparks flew and illuminated the bridge as each bullet was redirected harmlessly away, her sharp chestnut eyes narrowing into a fierce glare at Salome's antics.
Let's see how she handles less conventional weapons. Mikoto thought, a determined gleam in her sharp chestnut eyes. She reached out with her Electromastery, tearing segments of the bridge's railings from their foundations. With a flick of her wrist, she launched the twisted metal bars toward Salome with incredible force. The Magician reacted instantly, reaching into her colorful sports bag to pull out what appeared to be a set of throwing daggers. Salome's magic shimmered as she absorbed the railings, the energy dissolving the objects into nothingness.
Unfazed by this initial setback, Mikoto pressed on. Drawing from her surroundings, she hurled a variety of objects at the murderer: steel beams from a nearby construction site, chunks of concrete reinforced with steel rebar, and even street signs she ripped out of the ground. Mikoto winced slightly, knowing the Oversight Committee would likely reprimand her for the destruction, but she pushed the thought aside. Salome was no ordinary opponent. She was powerful, dangerous, and needed to be stopped.
For nearly three minutes, Salome stood her ground, absorbing every object Mikoto threw at her in a bid to overload her magic with unnerving composure. Her violet eyes gleamed with a mixture of amusement and menace, as if this was all just a game to her. Finally, she seemed to grow tired of the barrage. Without warning, she consumed the daggers she'd been holding, her magic shimmering as the weapons dissolved. Salome mimed throwing the now-absorbed blades in Mikoto's direction, her motion triggering the creation of dozens of massive lances that hurtled toward Mikoto with lethal intent.
Mikoto's instincts kicked in as she leapt into action, her Electromastery-assisted gymnastics carrying her gracefully through the barrage. She flipped, twisted, and vaulted, her movements a blur as she evaded the lances with inches to spare. Each dodge sent arcs of electricity crackling in her wake, illuminating the bridge now pierced by a forest of twisted spikes.
"You're good." Mikoto said as she landed on the far side of the bridge, her voice calm but underpinned with challenge. Her chestnut eyes burned with unshakable resolve as she reached into her pocket.
"I am, don'tcha think?" Salome shot back smugly, her violet eyes gleaming with mischief and confidence.
"But can you handle this?" Mikoto retorted, drawing out a small coin with deliberate care.
This wasn't just any coin; it was Dark Matter ammunition, a rare and formidable resource Ruiko had provided. As Mikoto held it up, her railgun began to hum with barely restrained power, a low electric whine building as energy gathered. The coin caught the faint glow of streetlights, its edge gleaming ominously as if anticipating the destruction it was about to unleash. Mikoto knew this was her moment to show Salome just how overwhelming her Electromastery could be, and she intended to make it count.
Adjusting the charge carefully, Mikoto shot the coin with a controlled surge of electricity. The railgun's signature boom echoed through the night, the shot streaking toward Salome with frightening speed. Mikoto knew better than to unleash her full power in the middle of Academy City; the collateral damage from an unrestrained attack would result in more than just handling Salome. She would also have to face the scrutiny of the Oversight Committee, a scenario she had no intention of dealing with.
Salome smirked, her expression one of smug confidence, as she absorbed the railgun shot effortlessly. Reaching into her colorful sports bag once more, she pulled out a sleek crossbow. With practiced ease, she consumed it with her magic, the weapon dissolving into shimmering particles of energy. In the blink of an eye, she unleashed a massive counterattack, a bolt of plasma forming and streaking toward Mikoto with blinding speed. The searing energy illuminated the bridge in an intense, fiery glow, casting sharp shadows across the scene as its deadly trajectory honed in on its target.
Mikoto's instincts kicked in as she deflected the plasma bolt with her Electromastery, arcs of electricity sparking violently as the searing energy dissipated into the night. Despite the failure of her railgun, she didn't falter, propelling herself forward with a burst of speed that left barely a moment for Salome to react. The gap between them closed in an instant, her chestnut eyes burning with resolve. If Naru's intel was correct, Salome's true weakness lay in close quarters combat, an area where she could not use her magic.
Though Mikoto wouldn't claim to be a martial arts master, she had confidence in her quick reflexes and agility. Both were significantly bolstered by her Electromastery, particularly the Rampage Dress technique her Power Development Team had recently taught her to enhance her physical capabilities. She was sure that this would give her the edge she needed. Paired with her sheer determination, she believed it was enough to turn the tide of the fight. Close combat wasn't her specialty, but she was willing to take the risk if it meant gaining the upper hand.
"Are you insane?" Mikoto demanded as she darted toward her opponent, her voice cutting sharply through the tense air. Her tone was incredulous, tinged with anger, as her sharp chestnut eyes bore into Salome. "That attack could have hit civilians! What were you thinking?"
Salome dodged Mikoto's punch with a fluid sidestep, her movements as effortless as if she were dancing through the fight. Her petite frame weaved nimbly past the blow, the translucent edges of her raincoat catching the faint light of the city. She smirked, her violet eyes glinting with playful malice as she countered verbally, the mockery in her tone sharp enough to sting.
"I was thinking you started it." She said bluntly, snorting. "Your railgun made that attack as strong as it was. What does that say about you, don'tcha think?"
Grinding her teeth in frustration, Mikoto shifted her weight and aimed a sharp sidekick at Salome's midsection, her movements calculated and forceful. The air seemed to hiss with the sheer speed of her attack, her leg cutting through it like a blade. Her determination was palpable, every ounce of her frustration channeled into the power behind the strike, her focus entirely on landing the blow.
"I can contain my attacks!" She spat, her words fueled by indignation.
Salome sidestepped Mikoto's kick with infuriating ease, her body moving fluidly out of harm's way. Her violet eyes gleamed with amusement, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips as she watched Mikoto's attack miss its mark.
"Sure you can." She quipped mockingly, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Keep telling yourself that."
Mikoto growled in frustration, using another Electromastery-assisted leap to launch herself high into the air. Electricity crackled around her as she descended with a powerful kick aimed squarely at Salome.
"What's that supposed to mean?" She demanded.
Salome evaded the attack with a nimble roll, her raincoat fluttering around her. Rising to her feet, she smirked. "It means that while I might be the insane mass murderer, you'd probably take things further than me if we keep this up, don'tcha think?"
Mikoto's chestnut eyes flared with outrage as she charged straight at Salome, her fists flying in a relentless flurry of punches. Each strike was precise and powerful, her enhanced C-cup bust rising and falling with the effort as she poured her frustration into the attack. But no matter how fast or unpredictable her blows, Salome danced around them all, her movements almost taunting in their elegance.
Mikoto's mind raced as she fought. Of course I can contain my attacks! I've been fighting battles like this in the City for months without causing collateral damage! And here she is, doubting me? This upstart Magician, daring to question me? How dare she!?
Mikoto's fists flew faster, her frustration channeling into every punch. Her chestnut eyes burned with focus, her chestnut hair, adorned with her signature floral hair clip, bouncing slightly with each movement. Salome, infuriatingly agile, dodged each strike with an almost lazy grace, her violet eyes gleaming with amusement. Mikoto was just about ready to let loose a tirade when a massive vine lashed down between them with a resounding crack.
Both combatants leapt back, Mikoto propelled by her Electromastery while Salome spun mid-air with a dancer's precision. The vine struck the bridge deck hard enough to splinter the surface slightly, leaving a deep mark between them.
Turning toward the source of the interruption, Mikoto's sharp chestnut eyes caught sight of a peculiar figure at the far end of the bridge. The girl had long black hair tied back neatly, thick glasses perched on her nose, and she wore a white apron-like dress that left her back bare. At first glance, she seemed plain and almost unassuming. But Mikoto's gaze shifted to the enormous tropical flowers blooming on either side of the girl's head, their vivid colors stark against her otherwise simple attire. Adding to the strange sight were the colorful petals adorning her back and the thick vines that extended from the floral mass, one of which had clearly intervened in their fight.
That's Tazuma Claire. Mikoto thought as her muscles tightened, her sharp chestnut eyes narrowing as she recognized the girl from Ruiko's detailed intel briefing on the Kamisato Faction and its members. The new arrival was a Level 4 Gemstone with the ability to manipulate plant matter, a power that made her both unpredictable and formidable.
Are the rest of the Kamisato Faction getting involved? Mikoto's mind raced with possibilities, the tension in her lean, athletic frame betraying her concern.
If the entire Kamisato Faction was getting involved, retreat might be her only viable option. Even as a Level 5, one of the City's elite, and a relatively seasoned Dark Sider, Mikoto knew her limits. Taking on a single member of the Kamisato Faction was one thing. Mikoto felt confident she could handle that. She might even manage to hold her own against a small group if pressed. However, facing the entire Faction at once was a battle she could not afford to fight on her own. Her practical mind kicked into gear as she began discreetly scanning her surroundings for escape routes. The overhead bridge, while providing an elevated vantage point, also limited her mobility. Her gaze flicked to the streets below, assessing every alley, every possible path that could offer her a way out if the situation escalated further.
"Claire?" Salome said, her tone a mixture of irritation and surprise. "What are you doing here?"
Tazuma didn't respond with words. Instead, one of the vines sprouting from the vibrant floral blooms on her head snapped forward, its motion swift and sharp like a cracking whip. The vine struck with enough force to leave a noticeable mark on the bridge's surface as Salome darted backward just in time to avoid being hit. Salome cursed under her breath, her movements quick but lacking her usual cocky swagger as she kept an eye on the relentless vine.
"You've gotta be kidding me," Salome muttered, her voice low and tinged with exasperation. Her violet eyes flicked to Tazuma, her expression betraying frustration. "I really don't wanna fight one of Onii-san's girlfriends, don'tcha think?"
Salome's violet eyes narrowed, flicking warily between Mikoto and Tazuma as she assessed her situation. The Gemstone's vine whips snapped at her with relentless force, while a barrage of seeds shot toward her like bullets from a pair of sunflowers that had sprouted from the vibrant floral mass on either side of her head, resembling outstretched wings. Deciding that retreat was the better choice, Salome moved with superhuman speed, darting to the bridge's edge and leaping off in a fluid, effortless motion, vanishing into the shadows below.
"Not so fast!" Tazuma shouted, her voice cutting through the stillness as her vines lashed through the air, coiling with purpose. Without hesitation, the Gemstone sprang into action, her movements swift and fluid, belying her otherwise unassuming appearance. The vibrant petals on her back fluttered as she leapt over the side of the bridge, disappearing into the shadows below.
As she fell, Tazuma extended her vines, their lengths unfurling with a life of their own. They latched onto nearby structures, allowing her to swing gracefully through the City's nightscape. Her figure, framed by the glow of streetlights below, vanished into the urban sprawl as she relentlessly pursued the fleeing Magician.
Mikoto stood motionless for a moment, her fists still clenched tightly at her sides. The surreal sequence of events played over in her mind: Tazuma's sudden entrance, the massive vines snapping through the air, the sunflower-like wings firing seeds like bullets, and Salome's quick retreat into the shadows. A low growl of frustration slipped past her lips as she lashed out with her foot, sending a loose fragment of the damaged bridge railing skittering across the deck.
She folded her arms across her chest, the tan blazer of her Tokiwadai uniform wrinkling under the pressure. The absurdity of the encounter, combined with her earlier anger at Salome's accusations, churned within her, leaving her seething. The notion that anyone would dare suggest she'd endanger innocent people reignited the flames of her indignation.
"The next time I see that Magician," she muttered under her breath, her sharp chestnut eyes glinting with lingering fury, "I'm so spanking her for saying I'd hurt innocent people."
Her words carried a quiet but unmistakable resolve, resonating in the tense stillness of the night as the bridge, battered but standing, bore silent witness to her frustration.
Done and done! Thanks to Nameless as always!
You know, it says something when you have a Yandere sister type in your harem. Looking at you Kamisato! Seriously, that's like harem building 101 of what not to do. At least all three of our girls clapped this murder child and sent her running/packing. Save Mikoto, but she still clashed with the psycho.
Nameless: So you might've noticed we made some changes to canon. Notably I would like to point out a few of them:
1) We changed up Salome's powers a little. We know it's not quite the same but we think it's close enough. Besides, we think this is a little more interesting.
2) We didn't give Mikoto her canon breakdown. This is simply because her circumstances in the TOTverse doesn't justify it. Here there is simply no reason for her to either feel lacking in purpose. So we changed it to what you see in the story.
3) We know Claire's Level is never officially stated in canon. However, considering the versatility and strength of her Esper ability, we feel safe to classify her as a Level 4.
E4E: Yeah, 4 just feels good enough to not be a wet towel, but can snap back at the higher levels she's trying to go against. Dumbly, but at least give the murderess a chance. As you can see, it didn't really work out so well.
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