Clip exposure, the savior Kamijou Touma

He actually took the blame and went into a girls' school and was treated as a voyeur.

I'm sure this will become an unpleasant memory for Kamijou Touma for some time to come.

Being a tall and strong man, he unexpectedly caused a sensation by running into the girls' locker room.

If this kind of thing spreads throughout Academy City one day, I'm afraid I will definitely become a public enemy of women! !

That’s right, the absolute public enemy of women!!

Ultimately, this was all Tsuchimikado's fault.

This guy always throws this terrible and difficult problem to me as his good friend! ! ! !

Thinking carefully about the series of situations he had to face after waking up from his sleep, the young man named Kamijou Touma couldn't help but clench his fists, his mind filled with sadness and irritability.

Hard..his fist is hard! ! ! !

As a result, the plot has changed.

The story is about a perverted wanted criminal named Kamijou Touma, who is chased out of school by girls and meets a sexy girl again, a popular plot.

"What the hell is going on here? Why am I still involved in this story..."

Seeing herself inexplicably running away with Kamijou Touma in the video, the girl named Misaka Mikoto was more or less emotionally broken.

What the hell is going on here? Why can't we share the good times together? Why do we have to share every hardship?! ?

However, it is worth noting that...

Soon, the scene evolved again.

The girl in front of Kamijou Touma changed from Misaka Mikoto to another person again.

As the screen changed, a girl with a watermelon head appeared in the video.

The girl had a sweet smile and her tone was very gentle.

However, these two are not the most noteworthy things.

Instead, she introduced herself in a particularly exaggerated posture and with a boastful tone.

Her name...the fifth-ranked psychic, Shokuhou Misaki.

And this girl is very optimistic.

It feels completely heartless.

He also kept shouting all kinds of random jokes.

One of the most noteworthy items is that it is a mistake to say that a girl’s bust size is too small.

Um.....

"This gesture... it's definitely you!" Seeing this, Misaka Mikoto's eyes twitched as she looked at Shokuhou Misaki who was watching the video with an interested expression beside her: "As expected, the only one who can say such boring things is you!"

Following these words, Touma and Shokuhou Misaki in the video also took action.

The two worked together and started this new journey to save Academy City with smiles on their faces.

It's just that this girl's character is really bad.

The playfulness was indeed too intense.

Everyone couldn't help but sigh when they saw the girl in the video calmly calling Kamijou Touma a heinous criminal.

Everyone was amused by the girl who was quite good at playing pranks and making Touma a little crazy.

In fact, the audience has seen the appearance of this girl named Shokuhou Misaki from previous editing content.

She has honey-colored hair, big breasts, and a happy smile when she first communicated with Kamijou Touma.

Where does she come from and why is she so obsessed with Kamijou Touma?

The audience is not aware of these things, the only thing they know is that the situation of this entertainment farce is quite interesting.

This farce continued for a long time.

Until... Shokuhou Misaki discovered a lie...

A lie spun by Tsuchimikado Motoharu;

After this lie was exposed, a completely new situation arose...

...

The editing continues.

In the video, Kamijou Touma stepped into an office in a skyscraper in the third school district.

Thinking carefully, I kept encountering strange things on the way here. First, I was tricked by Tsuchimikado Motoharu and thrown into the "Garden of the Academy". Then I guessed that the words about the "Altar of the Myooh" were all lies, and saw the news that Tsuchimikado's sister Maixia had died. Then, with the help of the female students controlled by the fifth place in the Academy City, Shokuhou Misaki, I finally escaped from the "Garden of the Academy". I just opened

I had turned off my phone to prevent tracking, but someone sent me information about Tsuchimikado's whereabouts via anonymous email. So I followed the instructions to the third school district and took the elevator.

And now.

Kamijou entered the spacious office that he would not have had anything to do with if it were a normal day.

This place is clearly located on the 50th floor, but the reinforced glass windows are broken all over the floor, and the room is filled with scattered documents. The old man who seems to be the owner of the room has his hands and feet fixed to a chair with wires, and Tsuchimikado is standing beside him. The boy is different from usual, his hair is dyed brown, he wears thin glasses, and wears a fashionable jacket. Most importantly, his body is covered in blood.

No matter how you look at it, this situation is unusual.

On the other hand, this situation itself gives people a strong sense of abruptness.

This feeling of having no way out is like playing pool, where no matter where you hit the cue ball, the ball that cannot be pocketed will be pocketed.

“——What’s going on…?”

Kamijou asked in confusion.

The reason why they made up the story of the "Ming Wang Altar" and locked Kamijou in the "Garden of the School" was because they didn't want him to see this scene. However, he couldn't believe that everything here was all out of Tsuchimikado's malice. This was not just out of a kind-hearted feeling like "I want to trust my friend." How should I put it... This is not like Tsuchimikado. Everything in front of him looked like "Killing someone with an ashtray in a fit of rage."

The extension of that kind of behavior. If it was the Tsuchimikado he knew, he shouldn't have used such a superficial method even if he had to use violence. Even if he encountered something absolutely unforgivable, he should have remained calm and aimed at complete victory. In that case, why did it turn out like this? The old man tied to the chair seemed to have noticed something and his face changed drastically.

"Wait... Is he just a stationary ball? That's bad. The ball controlled by the enemy is you, Tsuchimikado! The opponent's next move is not yet determined. As long as you stop, there will be no more balls colliding...!"

Tsuchimikado took out a pistol bullet and struck the old man who was shouting at him on the back of his head.

Covered in wounds, he put the unconscious old man aside and glared at Kamijou.

"...Ah Shang, how much do you know?"

"I don't know. I don't know anything! Tsuchimikado, I..."

"That's the most vexing answer. It doesn't sound like it can be used as a basis for judgment."

Tsuchimikado said angrily:

"But judging from your expression, you should at least know that my sister is dead. I must take revenge. Although I don't know whether it was accidental or intentional, I went in the wrong direction for a while, but my goal will not change. I will continue on this path that is absolutely incompatible with A-shang!"

He shouted, and pointed the pistol at Kamijou without hesitation.

Kamijou froze all over, but surprisingly, he didn’t hear any loud gunshots. Only the sound of metal colliding.

It is beyond hearing.

"... Is this the result of a fight with Kumokawa? This is really an amazing game of billiards."

Tsuchimikado clicked his tongue and threw the gun away.

"Tsuchimikado..."

"This kind of scene doesn't require words."

Tsuchimikado's body was swaying.

Momentum. It seemed that just this word was enough to keep him standing on his feet.

"Given the severity of the injury, I don't have time to explain it at length. And without knowing the situation, A-shang can't construct evidence that can convince me... This is the result of someone's attempt to trap both you and me. Between us, there is only 'violence'!"

"Wait, Tsuchimikado! Damn it!"

There's not even time to curse.

Tsuchimikado kicked the floor hard and suddenly threw himself into Kamijou's arms.

The fight began.

The Tsuchimikado that Kamijou Touma knew was not only familiar with a variety of foul techniques, but also used them without hesitation for his own purposes. This person knew how much pain his attacks would bring, but even so, he still suppressed himself, gritted his teeth, endured one tragedy after another, and then prevented a greater tragedy. He should be this kind of person.

Whether it is simple combat skills or personal beliefs and beliefs.

He was an opponent that Kamijou could never defeat.

however.

Even so.

"what is this?"

Kamijou twisted his upper body to avoid the arm that suddenly swung at him. He did it. Whether it was the finger that was inserted into his eye or the sole of the shoe that stepped on him to stabilize his feet. Kamijou either avoided it smoothly or blocked it successfully.

The reason wasn't just that Tsuchimikado slowed down.

No, even though Tsuchimikado was badly injured, in terms of pure speed, he was still superior to Kamijou at the moment.

but.

These actions are meaningless.

He didn’t have the oppressive feeling of being on the edge of a precipice that he had felt when he had used overwhelming force to subdue Kamijou before.

What Kamijou saw was a simple phenomenon. Simple movement. Simple movement. That was all. It was like a thin, empty shell of what was left of the person known as "Tsuchimikado Motoharu". It was not even wreckage, just a squirming mass of dregs.

and so.

“…What are you doing?!”

A heavy "bang!" sounded.

Tsuchimikado’s foul technique did not hit Kamijou. Quite the opposite. A mere amateur’s fist, thrown with all his might, was uncomfortably sucked into Tsuchimikado’s chin.

Tsuchimikado's upper body shook.

Although the punch had clearly hit the target, Kamijou did not feel the slightest emotion.

The wounded Tsuchimikado stepped forward, and Kamijou had no choice but to fight back with punches and kicks. Every punch and kick hit Tsuchimikado. A solid hit. With each hit, Tsuchimikado would sway. Staggering, shaky. This was not the Tsuchimikado Kamijou knew. The boy seemed to see the wrestling champion who had become a hero on TV in the past, now collapsed in a dirty alley due to alcoholism, and an overwhelming sense of despair continued to spread in Kamijou's heart.

"What are you doing!"

The boy hoped that the other party would deny it.

The boy hoped that the situation just now was just a joke, and the opponent could completely turn the situation around with just one killer move.

The boy hoped that the other party would coldly point out the difference between an expert and an amateur, and then arrogantly declare, "Leave everything to me from now on." However.

A startling "Gang Dong!" sounded. Tsuchimikado Motoharu's body finally fell. Kamijou rode on top. While he continued to punch, tears appeared in Kamijou's eyes.

“What the hell…what the hell, you bastard! Are you still like this? Are you still the person called ‘Tsuchimikado Motoharu’? No, you shouldn’t be like this. No matter how badly you’ve been injured, no matter how many reasons there are! You…! You’re not a weakling who would lose to someone like me!”

Kamijou won, but felt extremely blasphemous.

It's like a composer's painstaking work, which is rarely seen in a century, is put aside, while the noise produced by a prank of ten fingers tapping on the piano keys is applauded and well received.

"..."

Even though his center of gravity was completely controlled, Tsuchimikado still spit blood-mixed saliva at Kamijou's face. He probably wanted to attack his eyes, or to make the opponent lose balance due to surprise. However, Kamijou blocked this weak surprise attack with his palm. The attack was blocked.

There's probably nothing that can be done.

Tsuchimikado Motoharu's head hit the ground with a thud, her eyes lifeless.

Why does this happen?

What is the significance of such a victory?

Kamijou didn't know the reason, didn't understand the result, the battle ended without him knowing anything. Whether it was the conflict of wills, or the determination to achieve the goal even if it meant burning one's life, or the feeling that the opponent was originally the same kind of person as himself, if a certain gear changed, maybe they could be in the same place... Kamijou's mind didn't think of anything.

Just simply.

ended.

"Are you kidding..."

Tick.

Transparent drops of water fell from Kamijou Touma's eyes.

"You must be kidding, asshole."