So fast!
The white figure’s speed far exceeded anything Yurika had anticipated.
She’d actually thought it through beforehand—if this guy who looked so frail was secretly hiding some unknown power that let him keep up with her, what route should she take to shake off this character who looked like he’d been fished straight out of a bucket of bleach.
After all, this wasn’t far from the School Garden, and as someone who lived there, Yurika naturally knew the nearby roads quite well.
As long as she could skirt around this guy and get inside the School Garden, with its level of security, not even a Level 4 could break in.
Even a Level 5 would probably have to think twice.
But the foundation of all these plans rested on the assumption that this white guy’s physical condition really was so poor he couldn’t catch up to her—or could only barely keep pace.
Even against someone with speed marginally above her own, she was confident she could lose them.
But the white figure had completely transcended the very concept of “catching up.” His speed was already terrifying enough to require words like phantom or specter to describe—something entirely outside Yurika’s earlier calculations.
It was just too fast!
Like one of those un-scientific scenes that show up all the time in Dragon Ball manga—a slight movement of the feet, and the powerful enemy instantly dashes from behind the protagonist to appear right in front of them.
In this moment, Yurika finally got to enjoy the protagonist treatment too.
Moving at nearly the speed of a high-velocity aircraft, the white figure took only a little over a second to block her path.
Then, toward Yurika, who hadn’t had time to stop, he stretched out his right hand—and just like the rest of that frail-looking body, the frail little arm swung toward her, right in her field of vision!
Can’t let it touch me!
A danger signal blared through her brain like a screaming red alert, so intense Yurika nearly cried out. Find the original chapter at g.com.
From the way the white figure had used his frail body to close the gap to her in an instant, it wasn’t hard for her to see that his ability was an absolutely dangerous, troublesome thing.
And from the force of that earlier light kick, it was easy enough to grasp—if this featherlight little hand actually touched her body, then the next moment she’d probably end up just like that nameless girl lying on the ground, almost certainly dead.
Telekinesis!
A similarly un-scientific phenomenon instantly manifested around Yurika—her body, which had been hurtling forward from her sprint, suddenly froze in the very instant before the white figure’s little hand was about to make contact.
Not by using physical strength to halt her own motion, but as if an action movie playing at high speed had suddenly had its pause button pressed.
A moment ago she’d been forced by her own inertia to lunge toward that frail little hand that might bring death; now, in that instant, her body completely defied the principle of inertia and jerked to a sudden stop.
Though there was still some distance between her and that sickly pale hand, she screeched to a halt as if she’d slammed into a wall.
Then, under the white figure’s somewhat surprised gaze, the moment her body stopped, another bizarre force suddenly began operating out of nowhere.
Her now-motionless body was abruptly hauled up by this force and, at a considerable speed, instantly dragged clear of where she stood—as if someone had grabbed her by the collar from behind, yanking her body clear out of the battlefield.
The little hand the white figure had reached toward Yurika was slow to begin with; it had basically been relying on her own momentum to close the distance.
Now that she’d suddenly been dragged away by this bizarre force, the white figure didn’t bother giving chase.
Instead he stood there with evident interest, watching as Yurika was pulled along by that strange force and flung straight to the spot opposite him.
Because the white figure had been blocking her path to the alley exit, she could only be sent back into the depths of the alley—and just her rotten luck, she was tossed right next to that mangled girl he’d kicked away earlier.
A trace of genuine interest in his tone, the white figure looked at Yurika, who looked a bit grim from landing near that pool of blood but whose expression still hadn’t changed much, and asked,
“It seems like Telekinesis, but some parts of it are a little different…”
There were no lights deep in the alley, but there were lights outside it.
Earlier, because Yurika had been standing at the alley’s mouth while the white figure was deep inside, she’d never gotten a clear look at what he actually looked like.
Now, thanks to that brief clash, the white figure and Yurika had swapped positions, so she finally got a clear look at his face.
Quite soft facial lines, the standard pretty-boy look, skin so white it seemed faded, overly pale white hair to match the skin and the somewhat frail frame—Yurika even thought that if not for his overly vicious expression, with a little dressing up, this white figure might just be able to blend into Tokiwadai.
But now was obviously not the time for Yurika to be thinking about that.
Looking at the white figure asking about her ability, her heart sank a little.
Not looking at the mangled body beside her, Yurika didn’t answer his question, and instead spoke on her own:
“Your ability—it doesn’t seem simple.”
Able to kick a body flying a considerable distance in an instant, able to dash several meters with a single light stamp, able to injure with the touch of a hand—if it wasn’t a basic ability like physical enhancement, then the only thing she could think of was…
“Vector Manipulation, huh?”
Narrowing her eyes at the white figure, and especially upon seeing that he didn’t refute her guess, Yurika’s heart immediately sank—with a rare Vector Manipulation ability that powerful, there was probably only one person it could be—
“Accelerator…”
“Correct.”
Under Yurika’s gaze, Accelerator revealed a somewhat cruel smile.