Metal crashed heavily to the ground.
The sound spread as Misaka Mikoto wandered through the dark streets.
The Anti-Art Attachment was actually several weapons and they were detaching from her body now that their role was complete.
“Heh heh.”
She had crossed a line.
She had broken the dam that kept her contained within an invisible framework.
She could feel it even if she had nothing to back it up.
“Ha ha…ah ha ha.”
Her heart was pounding.
Her breaths were sweet.
She had not understood all of that massive system. She still had no way of comprehending those blank spots. But she was now certain that understanding that would take her to the next stage she hoped for. She had been wandering blindly through the desert, but now she knew where the closest oasis was. That sort of hope filled her chest.
“The world is so large.”
She spread her arms and looked up into the heavens.
She almost seemed to be reciting the words.
“I can see into the depths of the night sky.”
The blessing of the stars awaited her.
She even started to feel that she did not belong in this city of science.
“There are no barriers! The possibilities are endless! There’s so much! There’s so much more for me!! So many clues to follow, so many heights to climb to, and so many summits to aim for!!”
Thus she was happy.
Thus she felt wonderful.
Thus there was nothing to feel sad about.
…But was that really true?
She had already taken the step forward and there was nothing to be done about it now, but that tiny pinprick of a thought knocked at her personality.
She would soon have plenty of material for a rebuttal, but that pinprick did not care.
A single card could cause the entire stack to crumble.
…If that was true, then why did you flee from him by leaving?
She had no answer.
She had no answer.
She had no answer.
“Hey, you over there!”
Then someone called out to her from the side. The deep voice likely belonged to a teacher. She looked over to find a young man in an Anti-Skill uniform. Not only was she a girl wandering alone late at night, but she wore the uniform of Tokiwadai Middle School which was well known for its strict curfew. It was possible she had been involved in some kind of trouble.
But that was not what he asked about.
The male Anti-Skill officer sounded worried when he spoke.
“Are you okay? You’ve got a pretty bad nosebleed, so did you run into something? Or is it some kind illness?”
She did not have the slightest clue how to answer that question.
It was like some kind of side effect.
Misaka Mikoto held a trembling hand to her face and tilted her head in confusion at the sensation on her fingertips.
She looked truly, truly puzzled.