The whole place went silent, Accelerator's face, looking grim. Me, trying my best to hold in my laughter, Kamijou Touma, feeling really awkward about his situation.
Accelerator took a few steps back, his face looking blank. "Y-You..." he choked out, his voice a ragged whisper. He slowly, deliberately, straightened his posture, though a slight hunch remained. His red eyes, glowing with malevolent energy, locked onto Touma
The air itself seemed to scream. A visible shockwave of distorted vectors erupted from Accelerator. The gravel beneath him vaporized in a circle ten meters wide. The twisted remains of the freight containers were hurled away, screeching as they tumbled end over end into the darkness.
I stopped trying to hold in my laughter. It wasn't a choice anymore. "Heh... haha... HAHAHA! You see his face, Touma? Priceless!"
"THIS ISN'T FUNNY, OOGIMIYA!" Touma yelled back, backpedaling furiously as Accelerator's focus zeroed in on him with the intensity of a laser guidance system.
"Funny?" Accelerator's voice dropped again, becoming dangerously quiet, a razor's edge of sanity. "I'll show you funny. I'll reverse the blood flow in your brain until your eyes pop. I'll turn your bones to dust and keep you alive to feel it."
Accelerator rushed at Touma with his arm out stretched, trying his best to take out all his frustration and anger on him. But Accelerator isn't a fighter, he's skinny and doesn't have any skills in hand to hand combat unlike our unlucky Kamijou.
So Touma didn't retreat. He pivoted on the ball of his foot, his body flowing inside the arc of Accelerator's wild grab. The air whistled as the esper's pale fingers clutched emptiness inches from Touma's throat.
Time seemed to stretch in that narrow gap. Until Touma used his own right fist to counter Accelerator's reckless charge. He didn't put his shoulder into it. He didn't need to. He simply redirected Accelerator's own forward momentum back into his face.
The impact wasn't just loud; it was definitive.
CRACK.
The sound was a sickening blend of knuckles meeting jawbone. Accelerator's head snapped sideways with whiplash violence. A fine mist of spit and blood sprayed into the air, glittering in the dim light. A strangled, guttural cry was torn from his lips as his legs buckled. He staggered back, one hand flying to his face, his other arm flailing for a balance that was no longer there.
"YOU LITTLE SHIT!!" Accelerator cried out, going in for another rush to Kamijou Touma. He lunged again. It was the exact same move. The same desperate, arm-outstretched grab, fueled by even more blinding, brain-dead rage.
Touma didn't even have to think. It was pure muscle memory. Another pivot, another fluid dip inside the clumsy charge. Accelerator's face, already bruised, was a perfect, unguarded target for the second time.
CRACK.
This punch was harder. It landed on the same spot, a brutal reinforcement of the first lesson. Accelerator's head snapped back again, his cry cut short.
"It's over Accelerator." I called out to him. "You beat everyone with a single hit most of the time and reflect most attacks with ease. You could never fight against someone like Touma, a good fighter who could best you in hand to hand combat. Just give up and go home."
For a heartbeat, there was only silence. Then, a sound escaped him. A wet, chuckle that was utterly devoid of humor. It grew, warping in his throat, climbing in pitch and volume until it became a full-blown, hysterical cackle that ripped through the night
"AHAHAHAHA! GO HOME?!
He threw his head back, his bloodied face contorted in a grotesque mask of mirth and fury. The air around him began to stir, a faint breeze that smelled of ozone and dust.
"You think this is a game? You think you can just... punch me and send me to my room?!" he shrieked, his voice cracking. "THERE IS NO 'HOME'! There's only this! The path to becoming the absolute! And you two insects are standing on it!"
The faint breeze became a wind, whipping his white hair around his face. Loose gravel began to tremble and skitter across the ground.
"The wind... the air... the movement in the atmosphere..." he muttered, his voice a low, eager whisper that carried on the very gale he was creating. His head snapped up, his gaze locking onto Touma with predatory focus. "I've got just what I needed to beat this little shit right here!"
He didn't lunge. He didn't need to. He simply raised his hand, palm open towards Touma.
The wind flung towards Touma, launching him against multiple containers.
Accelerator started cackling loudly, the sound unhinged and triumphant. "YES! I FINALLY GOT IT! COMPRESS THE AIR! NO FIST CAN BLOCK THE SKY ITSELF!" He spread his arms wide, a conductor of a symphony of destruction. "STAND UP, WEAKEST ESPER TO EVER LIVE! IT WOULDN'T BE FAIR IF YOU DIDN'T PLAY ALONG!"
His attention was completely consumed by the fallen Touma, his back turned to the rest of the yard. To me. To the injured Sister.
And to the new, crackling presence that erupted from the shadows of a maintenance shed.
A furious spark of electricity, followed by the sharp, distinctive crack of breaking air.
"Accelerator, don't move." The original Misaka called out to him. She was pointing a silver coin at him, with electricity covering her form. She wanted Kamijou Touma to live. Kamijou Touma wished for an ending where everyone went home smiling, winning without anyone dying, with a smile on his face. But Misaka Mikoto had other plans. The tree diagram's odds were 185 to 1 that she could beat Accelerator, but if she loses before those odds can even apply the experiment would stop.
She was brought out of her thoughts by a cackling Accelerator, she looked back at him to focus and was in shock with what she saw. Accelerator had a purple substance over his head that was gathering wind. The substance was plasma, a "soup" of free-flowing, charged particles, positive ions and negative electrons. It is created when a gas is energized to such a high temperature that electrons are stripped from their atoms.
Misaka was physically blown back by the wind that was accumulating in Accelerator's attack. If Accelerator launched that ball of plasma, the whole area would be blown away, everyone in the vicinity, including Oogimiya and the unlucky Kamijou would perish.
Misaka ran through a dozen plans in her head. If she used her electricity she might be able to turn all the plasma to normal and th-
"MISAKA"
A voice called out to her.
"WAKE UP THE CLONE NEXT TO YOU."
The command cut through the roaring wind and the static screaming in her mind. Misaka's head snapped down, her eyes wide. There, at her feet, was Sister 10032, her uniform torn, one eye swollen shut, but her chest still faintly rising and falling.
"Tell them to send a message to the whole Misaka Network," the voice came from Kousei Oogimiya's, shouted from the other side of the battlefield. "To pour electromagnetic waves into the wind turbine! It'll scatter the wind from his attack!"
Misaka looked shocked at his proposal before stiffly nodding her head and gently pushing the clone next to her, jolting her awake.
"I have a request." Misaka said softly. "I know right now I might not be the best person. But we currently need all your help. Use your power to help out my friends and-"
The clone cut off the original's words by putting her hand on her shoulder and slowly getting up. "Misaka doesn't understand the meaning of your words." She got out in between pants. "But… They struck a cord with Misaka… Says Misaka, noting her candid thoughts." She finished.
For a second, the world seemed to hold its breath. The wounded Sister's gaze went distant, her single good eye glowing with a faint, internal light as she accessed the Misaka Network and relayed what Misaka just told her.
Then the wind turbines started turning. Not just one or ten's but every single one in Academy City started to spin with intensity. From across the city, Misaka clones in the Tokiwadai middle uniform poured their electricity inside of the wind turbines. Powering them to spin clockwise.
Accelerator looked up in surprise, he was shocked. His plasma was dissipating and he didn't know why. His calculations were 100% correct, so there shouldn't be any reason why it wouldn't work.
His train of thought shattered as he felt it. Not a direct attack, but a fundamental shift in the environment. The very air around him was changing. The wind turbines across Academy City, spinning in a unified, clockwise direction.
"YOU BITCH, YOU BITCH, YOU BITCH." He yelled out in frustration. "I'll kill you, I'll tear you limb from limb and watch you bleed out in front of me." He snarled.
Misaka didn't turn away from his intense gaze, instead she met his back with an overflowing amount of determination in her eyes.
"Don't push your luck low level" he called out with irritation.
But then he heard it. The crunch of gravel, the ragged intake of breath. He turned, his snarl faltering for a fraction of a second.
Kamijou Touma was getting up. Beaten, bloodied, and battered, his school uniform in tatters, he pushed himself to his feet. He swayed for a moment, then steadied. And when he looked up, his gaze held a glare that could split a mountain in half. It wasn't just anger. It was a pure, unadulterated rejection of everything Accelerator was and everything he represented.
"You" Accelerator started. "You're the most interesting guy I met, ya know that?" Accelerator charged every vector in his body before lunging at him.
For a second it looked like it would be over for our unlucky Kamijou. But then in the heat of the moment Kamijou Touma ducked and then caught one of Accelerator's blows and swatted it away.
"Brace yourself, strongest esper," he said, his voice soft, almost a whisper, yet it carried through the tense air with the clarity of a bell. "Because my weakest attack is gonna hurt a bit."
There was no grand wind-up, no roaring battle cry. It was a simple, brutally efficient straight punch. But it was thrown with the perfect alignment of body and will, carrying the accumulated force of every blow he'd taken, every clone that'd been hurt, and every injustice Accelerator committed.
His fist connected with Accelerator's face.
CRACK.
The sound was sickeningly, definitively final. Accelerator's head snapped back with whiplash violence. A spray of blood and spit arced through the air, glittering in the dim light. His eyes, wide and uncomprehending, rolled back into his head. He crumpled to the ground, a pale, broken heap lying motionless on the scarred gravel.
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End Of Chapter. Sigh, done with this arc chat. I wanna rewrite chapter 2 and 3 but I'll probably wait until Christmas break. For now I'll continue this story. I hope you guys are enjoying it so far. Sorry for the long waiting times for chapter releasing.