Misaka Sisters - Metal Eater MX Skill

A *Sister* shoots her *Metal Eater MX* at a 600 meter distant target and scores 12 hits while firing in full automatic.

> Though it was a brutal rifle capable of crushing a cheap helmet into pieces with simply the recoil, the slender girl
seemed accustomed to wielding it. For someone with her physique it was impossible to forcibly suppress the recoil
so the kickback had to be forcibly diverted into the ground. But rather than years or practice, the girls simply had
fourteen days of data inputted via the training equipment known as Testament. Upon completion, she had learned the
Metal Eater’s recoil strength and had derived the calculations necessary to compensate the recoil with optimum
efficiency.

> Silencing her breathing, the girl gazed at her 600-meter away “target” through the cold scope.
Insects gathered underneath a convenience store light while a fifteen or sixteen year old boy walked out onto the
street. His physique was thin and wiry and his hair as white as the girl’s delicate skin. He looked like he would snap
if a person grabbed him.

> However, he would have been better described as the sharp point of a knife. Each and every one of the boy’s official
battles recorded in the databases was a victory. Even more, he had never been hurt, never defended himself, and
never evaded—not a single time. The boy was like a thin and fragile but highly polished saber designed exclusively
for offense without a consideration for defense.

> Although the girl knew not her target's true name, his code name was Accelerator. Within Academy City, there were
only seven individuals ranked Level 5 and, even within that list, the boy’s name stood at the very top.

> *The crosswinds are strong… Correcting alignment three clicks to the left.* The girl muttered under her breath while
she turned a screw on the side of the rifle’s scope. The girl’s target was the boy swinging his convenience store bag
with boredom on his way home. She was surely unable to defeat him by opposing him head on—no one could
possibly have defeated Accelerator without an underhanded method.

> If head on were impossible, she would not do so. For espers, using their abilities was like moving their limbs. Aside
from Level 0s that lacked any significant power, the structures of powers were roughly classified into two categories:
active and passive. Active powers were abilities that the users deliberately controlled while passive ones activated
reflexively as the user sensed danger. Thus, if a surprise attack connected before the enemy noticed he was in danger,
any sort of ability user was defeated.

> Academy City’s Judgment had once implemented the tactic by firing rubber bullets from a distance in order to stop
rampaging ability users. However, those rubber bullets knocked people unconscious while the girl was ending a life
with steel, piercing ammunition.

> *Wind eddies... vortices from three directions. Correcting alignment one click to the right,* the girl muttered quietly as
she further fine-tuned the scope. Without corrections, the lead bullets would have swerved off target by unexpected
winds. Furthermore, considering the city was plagued with buildings, the wind did not per say blow in one direction.
Wind eddies, flowing from various directions, collided together and formed vortices dispersing wind in every
direction.

> To miss was not an option. Her opponent was the strongest Level 5 and if she were detected after her initiative
missed, her defeat at that point would have been certain regardless of the distance between them or how far she fled.
The girl placed her finger to the trigger.

> She had no hesitation. Despite the fact that the target before her was a living human boy and with the pull a trigger a
.50 caliber anti-tank bullet would fire from the rifle at a sky-ripping velocity of 3070 kilometers per hour (852.8
m/s). Though she knew that the boy’s upper body would have morphed into shreds of flesh at a speed faster than
sound itself, she held no hesitation.

> Imposed upon those slender shoulders was but one task: annihilate the strongest Level 5 esper, Accelerator, by
sniping him.

> “…”

> She listened to sounds of the wind as they flowed and swirled into colliding vortexes that formed fixed directions for
only moments at a time. For a time period lasting less than two seconds, the complex wind eddies stabilized. She
pulled the trigger.

> A thunderous roar ripped through the sky like the explosion of a fireworks factory. Despite the fact that she was
sniping, the girl continued to fire on full-automatic. She tenaciously absorbed the recoil capable of toppling over
large adults and, within a single second, twelve shots were fired with consistently pinpoint accuracy.
She ignored her emptied magazine and observed the fate of the boy through the scope. Since the wind flows were
stable, it was impossible to miss. All twelve bullets would pierce the boy’s back; that slender, wire-like physique
would shatter and burst into tiny chunks.

*A Certain Magical Index* Volume 3, Prologue, Page 2-3