Chapter 0: A shattering appearance

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(Info: This is the second half of the Deep blood arc so the first half is still the same)
(I don't own anything in this fanfic)

"Hmph. It seems the source of your confidence is that mysterious right hand of yours" Aureolus calmly stared at the spacey Kamijou, stabbing his heck with another needle. "If that's the case, I'll start by cutting off your right hand. Hidden rifle: Rotate-fire your blade!"

Soundless, Aureolus swung his right hand, sending the bayonet spinning at Kamijou with the terrifying speed of an electric fan. He himself barely saw the trajectory of the blade and what actually flew over.

One moment, the musket-sword rested in the alchemist's hand.

One moment, it severed Kamijou's right arm and stabbed into the back wall.

It felt like a hot knife had sliced through butter as Kamijou's right arm was sliced neatly down his shoulder.

His right arm rotated in midair. It was painless and heatless. Kamijou stared absentmindedly at his detached arm.

My right hand's been sliced off?

Kamijou stared at the spinning arm.

An omnipotent person who can crush my heart with a single sentence...

His mind had not been distorted from the pain or fear as his thoughts reached the ultimate question.

...chose to slice off my right hand?

He combined his suspicions to formulate his answer.

He's definitely someone who can do what he wants...

Eventually, fresh blood gushed out of the severed joint.

But he can't do anything to the power of my right hand?

He still felt no pain and no heat despite the fact that he was bleeding.

He could only slice off my right arm to take away Imagine Breaker?

The arm spun in the air until it hit the floor.

Eventually, he found the answer from the various suspicions. He knew what he had to do and the rest was simple.

Kamijou heard his mind flip a switch.

Aureolus' expression was ecstatic. After seeing the meddlesome limb he tore apart from the boy's body, he broke into gleeful laughter.

"Ah ha! Ha ha ha! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha-!"

But,

"KUKUKUKUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Faced with such an unexpected response, Aureolus backed away. The boy with one arm was absolutely sneering.

Is he crazy from the pain and fear!? No that's not right...

His smile was one of confidence, a very natural smile that indicated his belief in victory. To remain normal in that critical situation was the most abnormal.

What... What's going on? Aureolus was more dissatisfied than afraid. Though he did know what thoughts ran through the boy's head, the victor was already decided. In which case, there was no reason to feel unhappy.

Deciding to end his life, he impatiently tossed aside a needle and began his commands. "Hidden rifle appears in my hand. Load with magic bullets. One will suffice." Swinging his right hand, and as commanded, a Western sword with a rapid-fire musket pistol appeared in his hand. Rather satisfied with his perfect magic, he continued. "Application is crushing. Following the original rifle concept, fire the blade to decapitate the prey into pieces!"

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