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They might have been able to comprehend it as a threat if it had some obvious form, like an alien with a giant head or a legendary monster made from the fusion of several animals.
But this was different.
This was something else.
Misaka Mikoto could not describe it, but it seemed somehow worse than any of that!!
Dark red bubbles continued to appear from the wound. And instead of ordinary spheres, these were collections of triangular surfaces. They were a lot like polygons from a video game, so they felt like a symbol of the artificial. They were all different sizes and the bigger ones were taller than the boy himself. More triangle-surfaced bubbles welled up from the existing bubbles as if to create a single giant serpentine line. Even as Mikoto watched from close by, she failed to see this as an arm. Even though it had burst out of an incomplete arm.
It was a deep, deep red, but also faintly transparent.
What was that silhouette spinning and crawling within???
“Wh-what?”
Was she caught by surprise?
Or did she feel like she had seen this somewhere before? Either way, Mikoto’s eyes widened.
(That isn’t what it looked like when I saw it before.)
“Wait, what’s happening!? Restrain it…but how!?”
However, the silver girl glared at the #5 instead of the #3.
Or maybe Aleister was more focused on Shokuhou Misaki’s power than the girl herself.
“Mental Out! Use Category 061: Sensory Misidentification. It only has to be temporary, but trick his brain into thinking his right arm exists past the elbow!!”
“Kh.”
“His right hand doesn’t exist right now, so you don’t need to worry about him negating this!!”
There was a heavy roar of wind, like a subway train pushing the wind through the tunnel.
If Shokuhou Misaki had been just a moment slower in pulling the TV remote from her bag, the girls might have been swept away from right to left.
Was it known as a phantom pain?
People would feel pain from a body part they had already lost.
All of a sudden, the linked group of triangle-surface bubbles vanished like they had evaporated into the air.
As did the mysterious silhouette swimming within it.
Or perhaps it had been sealed away by an invisible lock.
“Gh…”
“Wait, are you okay!?”
Kamijou Touma fell to his knees, so the girls quickly ran over.
(This is only a cheap trick. It won’t last forever.)
The silver girl bit her lip.
And she completed some private calculations.
(It is too soon to let that out. The exterior Kamijou Touma will be obliterated as things are now.)
Это официальные иллюстрации?
(Странно, что у автомата нет обоймы...)
Графон подтянули.)
But then Silver Girl Aleister noticed something.
A certain body part acted as a symbol for Kamijou Touma.
But that right arm was missing past the elbow.
“You…”
Aleister gasped and then shouted at the top of her lungs.
“You fools! Did no one seal that up!? Don’t leave it exposed! Restrain his right hand immediately!!”
“Oh.”
It was not blood.
It was not flesh or bone.
Something more – much more – sinister and divine seemed to take control as Kamijou Touma shouted and held his own arm with his other hand.
Was it a dragon?
No, it was not even that.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!???”
They might have been able to comprehend it as a threat if it had some obvious form, like an alien with a giant head or a legendary monster made from the fusion of several animals.
But this was different.
This was something else.
Misaka Mikoto could not describe it, but it seemed somehow worse than any of that!!
Dark red bubbles continued to appear from the wound. And instead of ordinary spheres, these were collections of triangular surfaces. They were a lot like polygons from a video game, so they felt like a symbol of the artificial. They were all different sizes and the bigger ones were taller than the boy himself. More triangle-surfaced bubbles welled up from the existing bubbles as if to create a single giant serpentine line. Even as Mikoto watched from close by, she failed to see this as an arm. Even though it had burst out of an incomplete arm.
It was a deep, deep red, but also faintly transparent.
What was that silhouette spinning and crawling within???
“Wh-what?”
Was she caught by surprise?
Or did she feel like she had seen this somewhere before? Either way, Mikoto’s eyes widened.
(That isn’t what it looked like when I saw it before.)
“Wait, what’s happening!? Restrain it…but how!?”
However, the silver girl glared at the #5 instead of the #3.
Or maybe Aleister was more focused on Shokuhou Misaki’s power than the girl herself.
“Mental Out! Use Category 061: Sensory Misidentification. It only has to be temporary, but trick his brain into thinking his right arm exists past the elbow!!”
“Kh.”
“His right hand doesn’t exist right now, so you don’t need to worry about him negating this!!”
There was a heavy roar of wind, like a subway train pushing the wind through the tunnel.
If Shokuhou Misaki had been just a moment slower in pulling the TV remote from her bag, the girls might have been swept away from right to left.
Was it known as a phantom pain?
People would feel pain from a body part they had already lost.
All of a sudden, the linked group of triangle-surface bubbles vanished like they had evaporated into the air.
As did the mysterious silhouette swimming within it.
Or perhaps it had been sealed away by an invisible lock.
“Gh…”
“Wait, are you okay!?”
Kamijou Touma fell to his knees, so the girls quickly ran over.
(This is only a cheap trick. It won’t last forever.)
The silver girl bit her lip.
And she completed some private calculations.
(It is too soon to let that out. The exterior Kamijou Touma will be obliterated as things are now.)