Breaking Bisai's Illusion

Kamijou clenched his fist even tighter.

He poured all his strength into it.

“Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”

As Kamijou yelled, he swung his fist.

However, the impact from Bisai’s whip struck his arm and altered its trajectory. It had not been intentional. Like the whip was an exploding handgun, Bisai’s own finger had been struck as well.

“...Gh!!”

Kamijou heard a small cry of pain. Bisai’s fingernail had been split. It must have been quite painful because her movements dulled slightly. However, that was Bisai’s only weapon. If she let up, it was clear Kamijou’s fist would find its mark. That was why she tightened her grip on the whip despite knowing it was a crapshoot.

The crack of the whip sounded out yet again. Fresh blood flew through the air. Drops of blood from both of them collided and fell to the ground. Even so, the stalemate did not last long. Kamijou stepped even further forward and clenched his fist tight.

And then...

Kamijou’s fist and Bisai’s whip.

The two attacks forcefully crossed.

The crack of the whip echoed throughout the nighttime factory.

Bisai’s whip had directly struck Kamijou’s cheek. The particles in the air no longer mattered. The whip had been swung at close range and the tip had taken its full force and directly struck Kamijou in the face. His skin split like a stocking and red blood dripped down.

However, that was not enough to remove the light from Kamijou’s eyes.

“If you insist on carrying out your objective even if it brings misfortune to others...”

Kamijou Touma’s right fist ignored it all and slammed into Bisai’s face.

Time stopped for Bisai.

Her strength left her and she collapsed to the ground as Kamijou continued to speak.

“...then I’ll destroy that illusion of yours.”

Index SP, Chapter 3, Part 1