Vending Machine

“I see. Well then, you better start praying that two-thousand-yen bill comes out... I won’t
accept it if you give me two one-thousand-yen bills, got it, you piece of junk?”
Mikoto stood in front of the vending machine, then slowly thrust the palm of her right
hand toward the coin insert slot.
Suddenly Kamijou wasn’t so sure about all of this.
“Hey, how are you going to get the money back from this machine?”

“How?”
She gave him a look of blank amazement.
“Like this.”
A moment later, bluish-white sparks launched out of the palm of Mikoto’s hand and
struck the vending machine.
A loud noise thundered, and the extremely heavy-looking machine wobbled back and
forth like it had been rammed by a sumo wrestler. A mountain of black smoke erupted
from the gaps between its metal fittings as if this were some kind of gag manga.
Kamijou paled. In fact, his face turned pure white.
“Huh? That’s weird. I didn’t plan on blasting it that hard. Ah, looks like a ton of juice is
coming out. Hey, your two thousand yen’s worth of juice cans are coming out. Is that
okay? ...Hey, why are you running away so desperately!? Hey!”
Kamijou didn’t turn around. He sprinted at full speed in an effort to put every
centimeter, every millimeter he could between him and that vending machine.
(D-damn it! I don’t know why, but I get the distinct feeling this has happened before!!)
As soon as he thought that...
Though the alarms on the vending machine would remain silent even if kicked, they
started to blare with all their might, so that everyone could hear, as if it was mercilessly
spewing out all of its pent-up frustration.

- Toaru Majutsu no Index Volume 3, Chapter 1 Part 1