BP4L's Collection of Toaru Works

Zerokal's Request 1.

Did you know? It took me 2 full hours just to write less than 100 words? I will admit, this is the hardest story for me to write of all the things I've made so far. Plus I'll be traveling for today. So don't expect any comments to be replied. That is, unless we make a quick stop.

So please enjoy reading the proof of my pain and suffering!

^8^

A great sound of destruction rang out.

The tremendous power blasted the asphalt to pieces and the fragments flew in every direction, causing Kihara to move back slightly.

This gave Accelerator an opening of less than a second.

Accelerator used his hand to grasp the wind using that limited time.

He created a local storm.

A blast of wind surged up as he controlled its vectors.

Accelerator heard Amata click his tongue. The spear of violent wind shot straight by Kihara and straight at Last Order who was being held by a man in black.

The 120 m/s blast of wind he controlled fell under the highest M7 class for hurricanes. The atmospheric violence was powerful enough to pick up a car or rip off a house's roof, so it had surpassed the level of a standard missile. The wind tore the girl's small body from the thick arm of the man in black and launched her from the ground. Last Order flew over several buildings that were over 10 metres tall and disappeared into the background.

An odd coughing noise came from Accelerator's throat.

Before he could even think of suppressing it, he coughed up a mass of blood and his face fell down to the wet road in front of him. Even though he had some battery time left, his consciousness was too faint to lend any focus to the reflection. The rainwater that was mixed with blood and mud flowed in through the corner of his lips and onto his tongue.

The Kihara let out a carefree comment.

"She's not a golf ball, y'know? You're not supposed to launch people distances that are measured in yards. That was some nice distance, but who's gonna go get her? I'm not doing it."

"What should we do?"

Quietly asks one of the men wearing a black armoured outfit.

Accelerator couldn't hear the rest of their conversation, his ears ringing white noises. The beatings his skull had taken earlier had given him a severe concussion. How he's not knocked out cold already is beyond him. It's probably the adrenaline or the pain that is keeping him awake.

From what he can hear however, is that Kihara Amata, his former mentor, appears to be threatening and mocking his men's unprofessionalism. Saying that they all can be replaced in a moment's notice, and that all their order is to capture Last Order.

His ears seemed to have yet to betray him. As they all replied simultaneously with a few different voices. Using only eye and hand signals rather than discussing it, a single group of the men in black split off and disappeared down a back alley.

Kihara looked down at where Accelerator lay in a puddle.

"Now then."

"Are we going to take him with us too?"

One of them asked once more.

"No, we'll kill him. Seeing someone working hard for that kind of reason really pisses me off. And we have no reason to capture him. He's a real pain in the ass. It's safest to just kill this kind of gloomy and brooding self-satisfied bastard."