Tokiwadai requires students to wear school uniforms regardless of whether they are on holidays or not, and although it is a safety concern, it is one of the most privately resisted rules of Tokiwadai.

It's okay not to use cosmetics or anything, but it's not completely unavoidable. But this prescribed dress code is enough to make this group of young ladies crazy. This means that unless you don't appear in front of others, you can't avoid being bound by this rule. But if you don't appear in front of other people's eyes, won't it make a difference if you don't even wear clothes?

As a girl of this age, it is simply intolerable that you can't wear your favorite clothes to show your taste. Therefore, no matter how envious the students of other schools are of Tokiwadai's simple but high-tech school uniform, these young ladies themselves have long hated it. Even the most well-behaved Tokiwadai students have absolutely no good feelings about their school uniforms.

Of course, there are exceptions. Tokiwadai does have a student who likes to wear school uniforms, and there is only one of them. If Tokiwadai also had something like a student ranking like Kiristaka, then she would have finished fourth.

She is also one of Tokiwadai's most famous students, and compared to the top three LV.5 students in Tokiwadai, she is not so high-minded and a little introverted, but she is also quite popular.

However, Hoshikawa himself is very aware of his character. Everyone was deceived by her cowardice, and in essence, she was actually a bit of a vain person. She didn't dare to show herself too much, but she wanted to be able to get the attention of others.

It's hypocritical.

Even she herself felt that her personality was terrible. Every time she realized this, she felt a sense of disgust for herself.

In addition, there is another reason, but it is very simple - because Tokiwadai is a junior high school, and when wearing a Tokiwadai school uniform, she will not be mistaken for an elementary school student.

Hoshikawa is a veritable sophomore in middle school, and she is actually better than most girls her age, so it stands to reason that there shouldn't be such a problem. But the problem is that her height is so easy to overlook.

Grunt gulps and gulps down the milk, which she can't let go of, even though it has long been proven that milk doesn't actually have an effect on height. People who can't even forgive themselves can't be considerate of others. In fact, she's a bit cautious.

If it weren't for her timidity and autism, she would have become the most annoying kind of girl.

No matter what image she looks like in the eyes of others, only she knows her true self.

Suddenly, the world seemed to be covered with a thin veil, and it shook gently like a scene on a candle flame. Even if you close your eyes, the scenery will come to you in the same way.

(Again...... ）

It doesn't matter if it's weird or weird. In short, this is a scene that she has gradually become familiar with.

It is as if there are countless invisible lines running through the invisible landscape. These lines are not real, and there is no trace of them, even in the shaky and illusory landscape. But they are something deeply imprinted in some non-sensory memory, a direction that is difficult to describe.

This direction is not east, west, north, south, or even the past, each line is an event. If you want to dig deeper, each line is like a web of countless fibers, and when you want to see even one of them, you will find the number of threads contained in it. Even an operation in quantum mechanics has such properties.

Any line represents a possibility. In other words, what we "see" at this time is no longer the world as we understand it.

It is not something that is "seen", but a new image that the ability is building in the mind instead of the senses. A high-latitude Hilbert space that encompasses the world.

It sounds strange, but it's not surprising. The world we see on a daily basis is nothing more than an image constructed by the brain based on the light reflected into the eyes.

The vast majority of these indescribable lines lead into the distance forever, but there are also some that seem to be different. It was as if they had been distorted by something, leaving a distorted mark in them.

Mathematically, this is called "projection". Most of these projections are traces of a certain future possibility on this axis.

What will it be this time?

She felt a hint of curiosity, so she closed her eyes and walked down the avenue. She wasn't worried about bumping into someone, and even if she had, it would be avoided by her abilities.

Unconsciously, her abilities are passively triggered. This special characteristic,It comes from a certain ability in the school city.。

“……”

Vaguely, she seemed to hear her roommate's familiar voice talking to someone.

("I think my brother should have the same plan as you...... senior")

When I opened my eyes, I didn't see anyone. She tilted her head, pondering the conversation.

Projections are often distorted, and even she herself can't tell when or where the only clue is taking place.

At one point, she stopped. Bend down and pick up an inconspicuous card from the ground.

The two-sided alchemist is dressed in a bee print, and the white lion and the red eagle guard the golden pot inscribed with skulls and crows, which seem to be refining something, and the spilled from the pot turns into a rainbow. Behind this image, surrounded by the golden sun, are two distinctive lines of Latin. It means—

"The solvent of the universe. When you gaze deeply into the interior of the Earth, you will have the qualifications of the Philosopher's Stone. ”

She whispered the inscription.

Grade 14, which is called "Art". This is an unusual tarot card. It should have been one of the tarot cards her roommate had. It seems that her roommate did come here at one time.

"But ......"

Looking around, she could hardly associate her well-mannered and elegant friend with the graffiti-strewn cluster of abandoned buildings in front of her.

After a moment of silence, she once again "saw" some kind of trace. This time, she suddenly started running.

She ignored all obstacles and just ran in the direction of a person, in that weird way that pierced everything.

_

To reiterate, although Tokiwadai's admission standard is Ability Level LV.3 or higher, it does not mean that every student is good at using ability to fight. What's more, not everyone has the ability to fight. At this time, this Tokiwadai girl who was forced all the way to the corner is obviously this category.

As a first-year student in Tokiwadai, I obviously don't have much experience in this area. For a girl who has never experienced such a thing, even this group of smiling men is terrifying to her.

Just as she was about to cry, a figure appeared beside her.

At first, I thought it was the companion of this group of men, but the figure reflected on the ground was incredibly petite. Apparently it was the figure of a girl.

A jade hand quietly reached over and gently grabbed her fingers.

"Stand back."

Someone behind her said she was a little scared and held that hand.

"Hoshikawa-senpai?"

As soon as she said this, the petite figure walked past her.

(What?!) ）

She quickly turned her head, and what she saw before her was so completely speechless that she couldn't even speak.

The figure she was gently holding onto, there is no doubt that Xingchuan has not.

Two identical stars stood there one after the other, like twins.

The man whistled.

"Oh? It turns out that there are such cute twins. ”

This group of men didn't know that at this time, the female student of Tokiwadai had already been completely stunned in his heart. Because Hoshikawa is not a twin, never has been.

One of Hoshikawa stepped forward without saying a word and slowly raised his hand. And then......

Syllable!

A slap landed on the man's face.

Her movements seemed to be very slow, and it felt as if she could easily dodge them. In fact, the man also made dodging moves and even tried to grab Hoshikawa's arm. But as a result, that small palm seemed to pass through all the intervals and fell directly on his face, without the slightest possibility of dodging or even parrying.

"Damn! How dare you hit me? Beat her up! ”

Never expecting to be counterattacked, the men apparently didn't even notice the meaning behind this bizarre sight.

Hoshikawa had no intention of moving his body, not even his footsteps. It was as if she was completely ignoring the group of people in front of her.

In the next instant, each of the group's fists slammed into their companion's face. It's like a circle drawn by hand, and everyone gets a punch from their companion. Although, given their position, this is simply not possible, but it is the case.

Only those who have experienced the Tokiwadai Stadium incident will know what this is all about. However, even the first-year Tokiwadai student was not a party to that incident.

(This is Hoshikawa-senpai's...... Ability? ）

She couldn't understand this phenomenon, in fact, Hoshikawa's ability was not even understood by even the teachers of Tokiwadai. That requires too much math foundation.

"Let's go."

The other Hoshikawa standing behind her pulled her back and whispered in her ear.

"Bastard thing!"

One of the bad guys who stood up again pulled out a pistol and pointed it at the Hoshikawa in front of them. Looking at the man who was pointing the gun at him, Hoshikawa's small lips moved slightly.

"Weapons, what is the way to ......"

A completely incoherent sentence.

"Huh?"

The man naturally didn't understand this sentence, but Xingchuan's next actions were far beyond his imagination.

Just like the slap that slapped him in the face before, Xingchuan still reached out slowly, but unstoppablely, and grabbed the other party's gun-holding hand. Then, again, with a slow motion, he put the muzzle of the gun against his forehead and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

"Hoshikawa-senpai!"

Tokiwadai's first-year students were almost stunned. But it was the bad self who was more frightened than her.

True, the bullet was indeed pushed out by gunpowder gases. However, the petite girl in front of her seemed to be completely unaware of this.

The bullets did not disappear, but rained down on every undesirable circumference with a fraction of a millimeter, even faintly inlaid the silhouette of a human figure in the wall.

Everyone remembered that the gun was fired at the forehead of the petite girl in front of them. Moreover, the pistol was fired only once.

It's true that there was only one bullet, and indeed only that one. It was the only bullet that was fired that caused this result.

Hoshikawa reached out again, took the gun from the completely frightened bad hand, and threw it casually.

The body of the gun disintegrated in the air, each part separated, and finally merged deeply with the concrete wall, never to be separated again.

No one was surprised by this phenomenon, because an even more incredible sight was already in front of their eyes.

It's a sight that can only happen in a mirror-to-mirror labyrinth.

In this small alley, there are countless Xingchuan at the same time.