blades of vectors

Just then, red light shined on every surface of the phone booth around him. It came from
the strange suit he was wearing.
Red was the color of death. This was the greatest warning.
The clear phone booth made of reinforced glass was sliced diagonally down the center.
That human bisection magic trick (which was real and had nothing up its sleeve) caused
the glass to shatter a moment later.
Something frightening had passed through.
Just after Hamazura barely managed to sense it, his artificial vision had filled with
countless red warning windows. His entire vision had flipped around and he had felt a
powerful impact to the center of his chest. And then a few colorful markers had appeared
overlaid on his vision.
“…!!”
While still upside down, he placed his palms on the ground to continue a flip and get his
feet on the ground once more.
“Heh. That pathetic response makes me doubt you’re the rumored A. O. Francisca.”
Only then did Hamazura realize what had happened.
“But if you’re wearing a Processor Suit, I guess it’s the same either way. This shouldn’t be
boring at least. So does this mean you’re the parent?”
It was a person.
Some kind of white shadow was speaking human language.
(A vacuum blade? No, was it just the stiletto effect??? Did they gather the weight or other
vectors into a razor-thin blade and send that toward me?)
Of course, he could not work out such a clear explanation of an invisible and silent attack
after seeing it just the once. As the warning windows closed like a receding wave, all sorts
of data from different lenses and sensors appeared in their place. Just like revealing the
trick behind a piece of stage magic that used magnets, he was instantly given all the details
on a paranormal phenomenon wrapped in the veil of the mystical. Enough so that even a
dumb delinquent could make an accurate prediction.

- New Testament Volume 19 Chapter 1 Part 5