I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

Most of the time, his thoughts are actually how not to accidentally crush those ants to death.

And now, finally, there is a person who can let him do his best.

His speed was as fast as Ziyi's, and Accelerator stretched out his hand to hold Kurumi's neck.

The slender and white neck looks so fragile that it can be broken with a light touch.

Facing Accelerator who was rushing towards him, Kurumi tilted his head and showed a ceremonial smile.

——Zafkiel——

Kurumi smiled happily, showing off his strength to the fullest.

"This time... it's the deity," she picked up a smile.

A long and one short exquisite gun was held in Kurumi's hand, and the huge ancient Roman-style clock dial was suspended behind her.

"Ah... Fang-sang, as the price of wasting my time, prepare yourself for women's clothing." As she spoke, she held a pair of guns in front of the dial without hands.

As if indicating the time.

If it was before, she might really be worried about Uiharu Shiri, and she would go to support him non-stop.

But now~

Kurumi just wanted to hit Accelerator with the hammer, and then, hehe.

There was an ominous premonition in Accelerator's heart, this guy has mentioned women's clothing twice today, I'm afraid it's not serious.

And...what's up with this weird clock?

Can superpowers really do this?Or some new type of combat device.

"Hee hee hee." The girl smiled happily.

She raised the short gun in her hand high above her head, and then pointed in the direction corresponding to the god of engraving.

"Aleph-One Shot." The shadow seeped out from the [I] number on the dial, and was sucked into the muzzle by the gun in Kurumi's hand.

Accelerator has approached Kurumi.

Is that the Hebrew pronunciation?He frowned.

In the final analysis, the ability activation of the ability person is nothing more than writing self-reality through a large number of formulas, and using AIM to spread the force field, thereby twisting the whole body.

Although it is said that this kind of self-suggestion similar to calling out a move can indeed improve the efficiency of ability activation, but with such a sense of ritual in front of him, Accelerator still has doubts.

Facing Accelerator who was coming straight at him, Kurumi put the muzzle of his gun to his chin—and pulled the trigger.

moment--

"Ugh..."

Kurumi's figure disappeared on the spot, and at the same time, Accelerator was suddenly knocked to the side, and he squeezed out a painful voice from his throat.

To be honest, Accelerator rarely realizes what pain is all about, but he has suffered a lot at Kurumi recently.

In the shaky consciousness, a girl's voice came.

"It seems... it's not that difficult."

Standing up, Accelerator covered his arms and looked at Kurumi.

Just now he seemed to hear the sound of cracking bones, and now his arm seems to have lost consciousness.

This guy is too much, and it was this hand that hit first last time.

The bald and greasy doctor also specially told himself to try his best to protect this arm.

Well... Forget it, anyway, once you're familiar with it twice, you always have to be familiar with the same arm again.

"Reflection is not an absolute defense." Kurumi who stayed there explained with a very pleasant voice.

"Vectors that you don't understand cannot be reflected, and vectors that are beyond your computing power cannot be reflected."

Accelerator stared at Kurumi closely, but had to admit that she was right.

"When the attack comes, change the direction of the force to the opposite momentarily, then what you reflect is the attack that is far away. The one who beats you is yourself." Kurumi revealed Accelerator's weakness indifferently.

"And, even if you're immune to attack. If you pump out the oxygen around you, you'll end up suffocating to death."

"Why do you say so much?" Accelerator wondered.

"Hmm... Probably, you want to be more comfortable to beat?" Kurumi snickered. "Get ready~ I'm here again."

Kurumi's figure disappeared instantly.

As she spoke, Accelerator was ready, and the wind swirled into a whirlpool.

But Kurumi had already appeared behind Accelerator, and she aimed the flintlock pistol at Accelerator's back.

"Zayin - Seven Bullets," she chanted, aloud.

Sure enough... She still has more trump cards, and the people watching here are thinking silently, looking at the clock dial, endless conjectures in her heart.

Ziyi couldn't hurt himself, Accelerator thought.

He has already completed the analysis of Kuangsan Ziyi, unless he directly clears the reflection like last time, otherwise Ziyi can't hurt himself.