A bit of context: this was the chapter I originally posted in my Wattpad after the Level Upper Arc. A sort of filler, lighthearted chapter after the action from last chapter. I posted this here so that some of you can go enjoy the type of comedic trouble Kamijou brings to the table.

There are some new characters in here, I'm not gonna tell you who they are. I'll publish the next 3 chapters in the following days. Be sure of that.

Touma Kamijou sighed as he clung from a high-rise building. Taking a sip from his favored brand of canned coffee and a bite off his yakisoba bread Kamijou lounged around the area waiting for trouble.

Things since that day have been kind of serene. There were a couple of news articles talking about the incident yesterday, and now they've been all thinking of the same thing:

A rogue esper has went on the warpath, subdued by AntiSkill. No word on the Railgun's, or even his help on the page.

He'd understand that he wouldn't be added onto there (after all who would really trust Academy City's main line of law enforcement when they found out a vigilante's been helping them), but to see no word of that girl in there was kinda surprising.

Perhaps like her she didn't want the spotlight. Maybe she wanted the other guys to take the credit. Why do so is something he doesn't know the answer to, and frankly he didn't care.

It was rather surreal though, only a night separated between today and yesterday's events, but it felt like only a week ago it had happened. Things escalated to that point, and was quickly resolved all in the same day.

'It's kinda convenient for things to end up the way it did yesterday,' Kamijoi thought. 'But in the end most of them got a happy ending, so who am I to argue against it?'

Kamijou was a simple boy. He saw someone in trouble, he would give in his all to help them. Even if his efforts were forgotten and unappreciated.

That was just who Kamijou was. Nothing too complex about his motivations.

That said Kamijou would've wished for the universe to give him a slight break from his usual bad luck.

He could attest to that with the large stain of white, foul-smelling bird * on his chest.

"I just, fucking, cleaned this yesterday. Oh God, what rotten luck." Kamijou cursed his misfortune, as is usual with his style. He brought his canned coffee to his mouth, only to stop, look at it, and reconsider drinking his contents, before pouring out the liquids of the can along the side of the building.

"Can't be too careful," Kamijou thought about the chances of that in his drink. He even took a look in his half-eaten bread.

Looked clean, as it is. Looking at the smelly splatter on his jacket he was convinced that some of it went to the food as well.

He dropped down on the building to look for a trash can, for him to throw his foodstuffs onto. Landing on the alley 15 storeys below the building he landed on top of a large garbage bin, resting back on the entrance of the alley entrance.

Kamijou opened the bin and threw them onto the container. He pulled back his red jacket, which was stained in white * and decided a break was in order.

However...

'...Again with this,' Kamijou mentally grumbled. 'Can't even take a break without this happening.'

-

"Okay, that should keep them for long," Kamijou said to himself, seeing the delinquents he fought hanging on a string of web, strung around by the same material. He turned to see the guys he saved.

One was a tall blonde woman, around perhaps his age, with sapphire eyes. She wore a pink tanktop shirt which strained on her rather endowed chest, showing off her midriff, a light blue jacket worn over it. Blue tight-fitting jeans ran down her hips, thighs and calves, almost blending in her skin, looking like bodypaint. Moderate eyeliner and slight lip balm was seen by Kamijou's hidden eyes. He thought this girl must be working for a cosmetology degree or something.

Her younger partner however, had a more "casual" look, pink colored bangs showing through her droopy hat.

"You girls okay?"

"T-Thanks for helping us a lot mister, it means a lot."

"Yes, although we could've had handled it by ourselves."

"Don't be rude Blaire-san, any effort must be reciprocated with gratitude."

"I could just take care of them with my abilities, no biggie."

"Even so-"

Kamijou turned around. "Don't mention it, I'm just happy to help out. Although I'd ask as to why you two were going around in such a dirty smelly alley like this."

"We were going to meet up with some of our friends in a, place we've been frequenting over the past month. We thought this was a great shortcut over there since we checked." Blaire the blonde woman, said.

"You checked the map to see where the closest way over your destination was?"

"Yeah, pretty much," the short haired brunette said.

"Well you might want to double check it, otherwise you'll get stuck in this labyrinth. Better yet I'll help you guys out. I know this place around."

"Really? But we wouldn't to waste any time."

"Nonsense. Nothing can be called as wasted when it involves helping out a couple ladies such as yourselves," Kamijou added the last line to relieve the tension he assumed that the girls were currently feeling. That and to divert their attention from the large stain on his chest.

"Oh, well then perhaps we may need your assistance," the blonde woman spoke up. Kamijoi felt that this woman was more outspoken than her companion.

"Please take care of us," her pink-haired partner said.

They didn't know who this man was (and they clearly didn't like the foul smell from his clothing) but from what they can infer from this weird masked man he seemed like a nice guy. Genuinely wanting to help them out.

They both considered themselves good judges of character, so they obliged his wishes, at the same time keeping a slight but significant distance away from the man.

After a few minutes, and some trouble along the way (involving some thugs, a beer bottle and a single pill of aspirin) they managed to leave the labyrinth-esque alley and get to their destination.

"You sure you guys don't want someone to look after you?"

"We'll be fine Mr. Red, we'll take our leave from here," the pinkette said.

"Yeah. And again thanks for the help back there. Who knows what could happen back there." Blaire stated matter-of-factly.

Kamijou had a slight inkling of an idea why his Instinct set off at that certain moment.

'That would be a close call... for those guys,' Kamijou deadpanned internally.

"Well I better leave now, got some stuff to do. Have a nice day!" Kamijou then leapt into the air, fired a line and swung away.

'Rather uneventful, this was,' Kamijou thought. 'But honestly given the shit that had happened yesterday I need all the boring stuff I can take.'

-

After dropping his dirty jacket off his dorm Kamijou went to a certain park, where a broken vending machine awaited. Walking up to the machine, feeling its smug aura mocking him, he rose and slammed his palm into it. A loud crashing sound of metal shook the birds off their perch branches, and a short clang of something metallic was heard. Kamijou reached into the chute of the machine and took out a small canned drink.

"And once again, it's still not damned coffee. What rotten luck." Kamijou cursed.

"Not as rotten as your attitude, mister." He heard a squeaky voice behind him. He turned around to see, what was probably the most surreal thing he had ever seen.

An elementary school girl, around half Bugzapper's height, stood in front of him, arms crossed. Her red schoolbag rattled as she made a motion as if to appear big in front of him.

Kamijou only looked around. Looking for this girl's guardian and perhaps bring her to them (and also prevent a pederasty charge, as many as those were filed against him over the past months).

"There's no one here but us, nii-chan. You better surrender now before things get bad for you." The girl warned him.

Kamijoi could only let out a heavy sigh. "Look kid, I am not in the mood for playing cops and robbers with you, and I never will be in it, so please run along, take off that armband of yours and goof off witu your friends."

"Are you making fun of me?"

"Look kid, I've had a rough week, and I really don't want to have another implication thrown against my way, so please leave."

"You are making fun of me."

"As for my attitude... I'm sorry, "attitude"," he repeated the emphasized word with air quotes, "have you even used this? This thing will eat uo any money you give it, and it won't even give you your desired drink, nor give you back your money. So please, you must understand where I am coming from little girl."

"I don't care. Repeated tampering of private and public property is a violation of the Protected Properties and Materials Act. Please act accordingly and show me your hands."

"..."

"I would like it to be now."

"Yeah nope," Kamijou said as he turns and walks away from the girl. "Not getting involved with shit like this."

Kamijou took 7 steps away from her when suddenly his Instinct lurched within his brain telling him to duck right now-

"Resisting arrest is also a violation nii-chan."

As he ducked forward he felt the wind above rush. And a loud boom echoed throughout the park. Kamijou covered his eyes as dust and debris entered his vision, and looked up to see a small crater a couple meters away from him.

At the epicenter was the same girl he had just left alone over there. He turned around to see that there was a crack on the ground where the girl was.

"What the fuck?" He cursed out, and again his Instinct blared once more as he took a step back from the girl in front.

"Please don't make this harder than it is nii-chan. It would be beneficial for your limbs to stay intact instead of in fractures," the girl said cheerfully, in contrast to her threatening words.

'Okay. This is happening.'

"So now then, ready to surrender now mister?"

Kamijou let out a sigh, and raised his hands. The girl followed his arms' motion in delight.

Only for him to quickly take off at full speed and run to the opposite direction. His sudden takeoff produced a considerably sized dust cloud in his wake, leaving the girl alone, left to "eat his dust".

"...It seems I may have to reconfigure my specs for this one. But this might severely injure him," The girl said to herself, securing her armband in her sleeve, and tightening the straps to her backpack.

"Well, as long as I don't kill him Doctor Gekota might be lenient enough to allow some maiming, perhaps."

-

Kamijou felt his heart pump thrice as hard as when he gets chased by delinquents on a daily basis.

Perhaps there was a slight hint of shame at leaving a little girl unattended, all alone.

'Yeah that girl's not human,' Kamijoi thought. After sprinting for awhile he quickly stopped, skidding along the street and kicking up dust in front.

Right in front of a gang of angry thugs.

Hearing their cries of rage and violence sent Kamijou's legs on overdrive again as he quickly recovered and sprinted off again, hoping his speed would deter the thugs from chasing him.

He turned back, to see a little girl sprinting at around the same speed as he is. Kamijou screamed as he quickened the pace.

The girl, on her part didn't look even tired by the speed and amount of calories she was burning. With the running start provided by the momentum of her sprint she leaped up in the air, and flew towards Kamijou's back, feet aimed towards it.

Instinct blared once more and he slid under the flying dropkick. Her missed attack sent her flying towards the wall on front, and Kamijou took the extra silence to leap away from the aftermath.

Dusting off her clothes the young girl pouted, angry at the fact that she never got to arrest her first criminal.

"This sucks. And I even enhanced my movement and attack parameters for this," she complained.

"Where the fuck is that shitbag!? Imma make him eat his own eyeballs and chop off his * when I get my hands on him!" The loud cry caught her attention.

Maybe it seemed the gods were smiling at Nayuta Kihara after all, as she couldn't hide her glee from getting her first arrests.

-

"Great, I lost her. Now that that's out of the way," Kamijou sighed heavily. Having been chased by a Terminator disguised as a little girl was perhaps the most surreal thing. And in his 15 years living in this world he had seen and experienced weirder stuff.

Touma Kamijou walked along the street, looking for something to do in his spare time. Looking around to see nothing but crowds of pedestrians, cars driving in the road, Bugzapper in a colorful bikini splashing water around on the beach-

Wait what. Kamijou turned at the massive screen in front of him to see that damned walking EMP having fun.

"Lalalalalala, hyah! This is so fun! Hahahahahahaha," the girl on the screen exclaimed in glee.

Kamijou looked on with dumbfoundment on his face. With slight amusement on his eyes.

"...OK."

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Sincerely,

Komigakuo.