Komaba's feat

“Move Point, huh? A troublesome power.”

“Do you really think it’s only troublesome?”

“I suppose you’re right. I hate it much more than something that is only troublesome.”

It may have been a characteristic trait of members of the Level 0 group Skill-Out, but Komaba’s copy paper-like words had dark emotions mixed in.

(It doesn’t really matter), thought Musujime.

He was 10 meters away on a straight, narrow path. She would use her corkscrews on him. No matter how strong Komaba was, he would fall to the ground before he could take 3 steps. And even if he was hiding a handgun or other long-distance weapon, Musujime could just call in a “shield”.

“I’ll end this with one right between the eyes.”

“So you‘ll spare me any pain? …I’m so moved.”

Without saying anything else, Musujime swung her flashlight and sent a command to a corkscrew in her pocket. Ignoring the visible three dimensional vectors, the corkscrew flew through space using the theoretical values of the 11th dimension and headed right towards Komaba Ritoku’s forehead.

And it missed.

“Wha-…?”

Seeing the corkscrew appear in empty space, Musujime’s eyes widened in shock. She felt a slight pain in her back. In response to her tension, the stress-lowering low frequency vibration treatment device had sent out a stronger pulse.

It wasn’t that Musujime Awaki had aimed incorrectly.

Komaba had suddenly disappeared.

A roar like a dump truck driving by came from directly behind her.

“…Too slow.”

Along with that quiet voice, she felt a dull pain on the very top of her head like something heavy had fallen on her. As her consciousness fluttered in and out, Musujime realized that Komaba had forcefully swung his fist down at her.