When you open your eyes, you will see a white world. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Dry, cold and tasteless, this piece is full of disgusting whiteness, which makes the girl's throat slightly uncomfortable, and there is a feeling of wanting to vomit.

On the girl's chest, there was a cold disc that was clinging to the pounding heart.

"You're awake!"

A figure appeared in front of the girl's eyes, he had an excessively elongated mouth, and very open eyes, but this middle-aged man in a white coat, with an extremely gentle smile on his face, quietly looked at the girl lying on the hospital bed.

The white hair and clean sheets blend together, and the frail girl looks very pitiful.

"It's ...... Which...... Village. ”

The girl opened her somewhat dry lips, and her voice was hoarse and low like that of a traveler in the desert, and she could not hear the beauty of the girl at all.

Neck, slender and clean little hands touch their own neck, and there, there is a stiff black ring-shaped object.

"This is the hospital. ”

The Soul Chaser of the Underworld treats every patient with all his heart, this is his life pursuit, and it is also his life goal, Dr. Quatai, who looks a bit like a frog, lowered his head.

"I think you'll remember that it was Yoshikawa Kikyo who sent you here. ”

"Fangchuan...... Kikyo?"

The pure white girl blinked her beautiful red eyes, and there was a faint roar in her brain, as if she couldn't remember it clearly......

"Your anterior lobe has been damaged by penetration, so I modified the test products I made before and used them on you, and it should be good to use the 'Misaka Network' created by Fangchuan to deal with your one-person language computing center!"

Speaking of this, the middle-aged doctor, who looked like a frog, showed a rather dissatisfied look on his face, and it was obvious that he was not very satisfied with the actual test results of his 'test subject'.

"Misaka Network?"

The white girl, who had just woken up, gradually recalled something, and as if she were using a developer on an old-fashioned camera, human faces gradually came to her mind.

"Yes, because your brainwaves are different from those of Misaka, I have modified the work that was previously used as a brainwave detection to make it a 'converter' that can convert the frequency of brain waves, otherwise you will lose your speech and computing skills. ”

In front of the girl, the frog doctor who put his hand in the pocket of the white coat said very lightly, but Yuriko still vaguely knew how much energy and budget money it would take to do so, and this favor, the girl silently presented it in her heart.

"That's right...... That one...... Where's that guy?"

"Who, Fangchuan?"

"No, that's it...... The child, who was not very old, had a piece of cloth draped over his body. ”

The clearest and most obvious thing in Yuriko Suzuko's mind is the girl with the same appearance as the 'Super Electromagnetic Cannon', the guy who is called the 'Last Piece'.

"You say her, don't worry about this, Fangchuan is making physical adjustments for that child, because our hospital has also accepted several 'Misaka sisters', and the necessary incubators are still available. ”

The Soul Chaser of the Underworld explained seriously, he shouldn't have known that the so-called 'Misaka Sister' was originally an 'experiment' consumed in the growth of the girl's ability, but now they are also living in the same hospital, which can't help but be said to be a kind of fate.

Stygian Soul Chase removed a stethoscope-like medical device from the girl's chest and nodded slightly.

"My heart rate is fine, but I still have to rest for a few days, and I'll call you sick tomorrow when school starts. ”

"Rest well. ”

......

'Buzz~~'

Faint sound fluctuations that are difficult for ordinary people to detect are constantly propagating in the air, like a bat's sonic radar, constantly transmitting news back to Misaki.

"What a wide range of 'probing winds'!"

Misaki glanced at the sky that had begun to turn black with some fear, no, to be precise, it was the probing magic that vibrated at a height of dozens of meters.

For Yan Saki to meet the demon, such a scale of 'Exploration Wind' is actually nothing, but because he knows that in a place like Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon like School City, if he uses a range of magic like 'Exploration Wind', it is too ostentatious, so he would rather use a smaller range of 'Demon Searching Strings'.

The man's fingers kept plucking the bowstring of the wrist bow, making a string sound like sonar, which vibrated the air and clearly conveyed a message.

Target...... It's close!

Saki retracted his attention to the 'Wind of Exploration', although he was a little jealous, but this 'stupid and bold' magician was obviously not worth Sasaki's much effort, unless that guy really came to interfere with his own good deeds.

The stiff leather shoes made a 'click' sound when they stepped on the solid asphalt surface.

A man who looked like an iron tower, Misaki stopped on the street where the lights had been lit, he opened his eyes slightly, and a trace of essence crossed the white nun holding a pet cat.

The pure white nun dress,In this 'school city' where the spread of faith is completely forbidden,It's too eye-catching.。

"I've found it...... My goal...... That's her. ”

Misaki's focus is on a chain restaurant, probably because it's dinner time, and the business of this chain restaurant is surprisingly good.

However, soon this surprisingly good business restaurant...... It's going to be a battlefield.

"It's time to go to war!"

He took out an unknown black material from the pocket of his suit, opened the mechanism of the wrist bow, placed the black material in the position of the bow, and quickly pulled the bowstring.

"I'm sorry, the guardian of the Forbidden Book Catalog...... Broken Demon Strings!"

The huge wind element force quickly converged to the tip of the Demon Wrist Bow, and then rushed towards the hedgehog-headed boy with a sad face with an unstoppable momentum.

"It's coming!"

The sense of crisis from the body's instinct made Kamijo Dangma subconsciously glance out the window.

The translucent glass window reflects not Uejo's almost tired face, but a super man in a suit comparable to Schwarhiger, of course, if this is the case, it is possible that passers-by want to use the window as a mirror to fix their hair because the wind has disturbed their hairstyle.

However, the 'Schwarhiger' with his eyes closed was not as harmonious as Fang Hong said, and the corners of his mouth opened slightly, as if he was saying something.

Frankly speaking, because I've been approached by magicians who can chant and curse lately, Ijo Dangma has always been respectful of these guys who don't know what to say.

"Wind!"

Looking at the shape of his mouth, it should probably be this word, and at the moment when the guy spoke, Shangjo Dangma quickly leaned over, pressed the pure white nun under him, and used his body to protect her.

"Whoa!"

Just like the 'Seven Flashes' known as the Divine Crack that Kamijo Dangma had once seen, countless invisible blades cut through the large glass windows that blocked the demon in front of Misaki in an instant, and it was very neat, even the width of each glass strip was exactly the same.

It has been condensed into the shape of a blade with rotten substantive air in countless magical novels, swept wantonly without the slightest goal, whether it is the dining table or the small essay homework that has been written half on the dining table, all of them have been torn to pieces, the kind that is cleaner than a paper shredder.

Countless sharp blades rushed towards the hedgehog-headed boy, and seeing that Shangjo was about to be killed on the spot, the guests in the nearby seats suddenly stood up one after another, ready to notify the guards......

However, in the end, not a single person screamed.

After all, this is a city for superpowers, so even if something strange happens, it's a matter of course!

'Boom Boom Boom T

However, no matter how sharp the wind blade is, it is just a kind of 'power of supernatural ability', this kind of existence that distorts reality, as long as it is slightly touched by the right hand of the upper strip, it will be forced to return to normal, whether it is superpower or magic, as long as it is touched lightly, it will disappear without a trace.

"Who is the enemy?"

Kamijo stared at the broken window, however, a man's voice appeared behind him.

"Demonic Strings——!"

The power of the wind itself has a certain power of spatial transfer, whether it is Fang Hong's 'Wind Moth, Instant' or Yan Saku's 'Demonic String', they all have the ability to shift and transpose, which is very suitable for show operations.

A palm as rough as a rock pressed against Kamijo Dangma's shoulder, and even if he lost his magic, the man's physical strength was terrifying.

Kamijo Dangma tried to break free, but Uejo Dangma, who was not strong, was obviously no match for the man.

"Don't move, I don't want to hurt anyone!"