The road ahead was still far away, and Misaka was still hanging a tenth of the way to climb up, and Misaka's physical strength was exhausted so quickly.

Misaka is struggling now, whether it is going forward or backward, it is difficult, and Misaka is now hanging on the rope and panting.

There was no place to rest on the way to the top of the Navy Headquarters, so Misaka endured the pain in his muscles and climbed up a little more.

From time to time, the road below passed by some people, who all smiled and left as they watched Misaka climb the rope.

After all, this is one of the permanent training methods of the Navy.

At the same time, it is not very clear from below to above, so no one thinks that it is a child climbing this rope.

Misaka continued to climb towards it, sweat streaming down his forehead.

Although Misaka would love to ask why water people can sweat too.

But in this unscientific world, this question doesn't seem to be very important anymore.

Misaka hung upside down and continued to climb upward, at this time a gust of wind blew the straight rope slightly swaying, and Misaka's palms were sweaty, and his heart was beating nonstop.

Misaka glanced down expressionlessly, and the main road that often came up had become a sheep's intestine path in Misaka's eyes at this time.

It was as if the lungs were burning.

I kept crossing my legs and holding on to the rope, for fear that I would fall.

Misaka is like a snail climbing towards it.

But because he was too excited for a while, Misaka slid down a long distance.

"I don't have the strength anymore, Misaka Misaka reports his status."

Misaka gasped for breath, and after climbing for so long, he suddenly slipped down, and anyone's mentality would explode.

But the destination was still so far away, and Misaka glanced back at the new barracks, which had become as small as ants.

And there was no one standing on the fence looking at Misaka anymore, and it seemed that it was really just like Zefa said, and he could only keep climbing to the top.

Misaka continued to climb up like a snail, and although the wind kept blowing, the pressure on Misaka was getting less and less.

The process was very long, especially as Misaka's waist was already tired.

This was the key point of exertion, and when he climbed to about 15 meters, wires were tied to the ground, and the angle of the rope that Misaka was climbing on was even steeper.

The rope in front of Misaka's eyes seemed to be on the path of heaven, and the angle of inclination that was originally only 30 degrees suddenly became 45 degrees, and the amount of physical strength required to do so was greatly increased.

And the inverted peristaltic method can no longer be used in the back, because the underside of the rope is already occupied by the wire connection.

This means that you have to continue to climb upwards from the position of an eight-storey building, and you can only use the strength of your upper body to climb!

Misaka flipped his body hard and lay on the rope panting.

Misaka's palm grabbed the rope that had changed angles.

A rope of 30° under your feet and a rope of 45° on your hands.

The 15° angle gave Misaka a little respite.

It seems that there are still some breaks in this, such as the current situation.

Misaka was not idle anymore, she climbed up hard, alternating her hands to climb up.

He had to hang his legs in the air and climb with his upper body, and the wire prevented the legs from intertwining.

Misaka alternately pressed upwards with both hands, but after about three rounds, Misaka couldn't use his strength.

It's like when you pull up, no matter how much you try to do the twentieth one, but you can't do it with the last hit.

Misaka has reached its limit!

So at this moment, push the limits.

Misaka struggled to pull hard towards it, and then pulled halfway to a stalemate, and after about two seconds of stalemate, Misaka's hand loosened again.

Misaka continues to hang in the same position, and unfortunately, the limit is not so easy to break.

The height here is daunting, and if you fall, you will not die or be disabled, so there are usually instructors to escort you, and instructors often appear at the last moment.

But on Misaka's side, no one really cares about her, because ............

Misaka is a water man.

Who can drop a ball of water and die?

Misaka hadn't realized this yet, and her knowledge of the structure of her body was still stuck a year ago.

Misaka hung in mid-air for a long time, and all kinds of people passed below, most of whom would shout "come on" to Misaka above, and then leave in a hurry.

It looks like it's cheering, but it always feels like it's making trouble.

Naval features, naval features.

Misaka couldn't move forward a single step, so he could only stalemate in mid-air and wait for rescue.

But no matter how Misaka sends out the prompt, even if he shouts for help directly below.

As if they hadn't heard, they smiled at Misaka and said, "Come on!" ”

Add oil!

Misaka continued to hang in mid-air with an expressionless face, and now she was neither up nor down.

The current physical condition is in a state where the force will be directly lost if you move, and Misaka does not dare to act rashly.

Push the limits, push the limits.

If the limit is so easy to be breached, then what else is the body protection mechanism for?

The end of pushing the limits is very likely to be muscle dissolution.

Misaka hangs alone on the rope and blows the wind.

The cool wind had already blown Misaka's cheeks extremely cold, and Misaka stared at the sun tiredly, but he didn't dare to slack off.

Misaka is trying to concentrate by observing the sun.

Misaka took a deep breath.

Then he stared at the top of the rope with an expressionless face, and he had been hanging here for fifteen minutes, and his strength had recovered a little.

"Ready! Misaka Misaka is about to sprint. ”

His arms, which had been stiff for fifteen minutes, were working at high speed, and Misaka gritted his teeth and climbed one more step towards it.

Release the rope with your right hand and hold the rope with your left hand to exert force.

Pull the rope upwards with your right hand and release it again with your left hand.

Exert force with your right hand, and then pull the rope upwards with your left hand!

Misaka succeeded!

Misaka hung a step further and continued to gasp.

This is a small step for Misaka though!

But it is!

A real small step!

Misaka has only completed 15% of the whole climb, and more than half of Misaka has not climbed it.

Misaka looked at the rope that couldn't be seen, and then at the ground below that was out of reach.

Feel the wind blowing fiercely.

Misaka chose to continue hanging on the rope............

……

……

Misaka eventually fell.

Because of the exhaustion of physical strength, he fell, and of course Misaka didn't have anything to do.

In this world, I have never heard of a person with a natural fruit ability who was thrown to death.

Zefa couldn't help but laugh when he heard about Misaka's climbing.

I couldn't help but laugh at the thought of Misaka shouting "help".

Misaka really doesn't think of himself as a capable person.

How did you call for help at that time?

Saw.

Misaka calmly hung from the rope in the air, and shouted calmly downward.

"Help, help, Misaka Misaka is trying to pass on his own call for help."

Misaka called for help.