Temperature Control in Academy City

However, troubles also arose. Although the red and white priestess in front of her knew some formulas for creating centripetal force, she was unable to apply them to the "model" for controlling the energy of the aim force field.

This also means that the more force field energy is gathered, the weaker the control over them will be, and the more it will flow away.

In just a blink of an eye, the tornado behind the red and white priestess expanded to a terrifying extent, instantly consuming most of her computing power, and the centripetal force that maintained the existence of the huge tornado began to fail to keep up with the changes in its own scale.

...

Outside the park, the cordon set up by the guards has extended outward in a large circle, almost blocking off the surrounding streets and residential areas.

However, the expected blue spores did not spread out, and even the mutants that had originally attacked the Academy City stopped.

From the outer walls of Academy City to some unknown streets, these mutants fell to the ground one after another, and the released spores seemed to be continuously replenished in the park before them.

It has to be said that this sudden situation made the security teachers nervous for a while.

Fortunately, the fighting situation in other places has begun to ease, and the superior forces belonging to the guards can be slowly concentrated nearby.

"What it is?"

The control signal of a newly dispatched drone was lost again. The expression of a security teacher who was worried suddenly froze. She found that the originally calm sea of ​​spores in the park suddenly had some ambiguous swaying and shaking.

This shaking feeling even spread beyond the sea of ​​spores, and even the place where the guards stood began to experience slight vibrations.

"Something is coming out."

"Attention all."

"..."

There was an instantaneous commotion among the crowd of security guards, and they saw a black sword that seemed to be tangible and winding upwards, piercing through the curtain of the park covered by blue spores in an unstoppable manner, as if splitting everything in sight in half.

The greater the density of the AIM force field energy, the closer its color will be to black, because it is simply condensed and compressed, relying mainly on indirect control of the 'model' and 'formula'.

If one wants to avoid such crude and simplistic methods, perhaps one can only infuse one's own thoughts into it, with one's own consciousness as the main focus, and the 'model' and 'formula' as the auxiliary, and perhaps one can unleash some of the true power of the aim field before becoming a person with absolute ability.

The air around seemed to be cheering, and the sound of gas explosions, like tons of dynamite exploding, was endless.

The black sword in the guard's sight seemed to be gently rotating, releasing countless sword blades in an instant, and these sword blades were like scattered petals, starting from the center and frantically disrupting everything they touched.

As the surrounding blue spores slowly dissipated, the sword finally took on the appearance of a bloated tornado.

However, this seemingly bloated tornado has its AIM force field energy constantly peeling off and spilling out from the outside, and only the thin and dry central skeleton inside maintains a certain stability.

At this time, a girl with a bun on her head was hanging limply at the very end of the tornado, with her hands and feet hanging down weakly. It was obvious that she encountered the problem of how to stay upright under the force field tornado.

Chapter 529: Bright Eyes

A black tornado piercing the clouds, a dazed girl half hanging in the air with a tired look on her face, and a gradually spreading sea of ​​blue spores.

This is probably what they saw when outside security guards began to enter the park.

Before I could be shocked by the amazing performance of a girl with a bun, I saw her falling straight down from the end of a tornado, about three or four meters high, and she landed right on an unfortunate mutant who was in a coma.

Fortunately, it seems that Natsume Sonoko will not need to wrap any other part of her body with troublesome gauze except her eyes.

The black tornado behind her also lost control at the same time. Just like the special effects in a movie, the tornado began to break apart layer by layer from the end, like a piece of tattered black cloth being pulled from all directions and suddenly became torn into pieces.

At the moment of breaking, the aim force field energy squeezed together by centripetal force also triggered a new airflow shock wave. The gradually fading and disappearing force field energy carried the airflow and spread everywhere, immediately blowing everyone around to the ground.

Natsume turned a deaf ear to the unusual movement in the sky and landed steadily. She only felt as if she had fallen on something cushioning the impact. Anyway, she didn't feel much pain.

At this time, her vision disappeared again and she returned to her previous injured state with obstructed vision.

After discovering this, a girl with a bun on her head felt relieved. Only her own body was the most suitable for her. She didn't envy Tongzi's 1.6-meter tall figure with long legs at all.

"I'm so confused and can't concentrate at all. I can probably guess how bad my condition is."

"Also, did Miss Tongzi really appear? What kind of state was I in during the process of my cognition and existence being modified?"

Natsume slowly stood up from the pad under him and tried to recall what he had just experienced, but he felt dizziness and tingling in his brain.

Although she felt more and more like she was having a strange dream, the various emotions and thoughts that filled and even seemed crowded in her head were reminding her that something fatal had indeed happened just now.

"Sonoko!!"

Suddenly, an anxious voice came from behind. The little nun Index ran over, holding up the long skirt of the "Mobile Church" that was in the way. There was an indescribable tension on her face.

I was clearly watching Yuanzi killing all the bad guys, regardless of whether they were standing in my way or not.

But in the blink of an eye, Yuanzi was hanging in the air, and a very scary black tornado appeared behind her. However, all the bad guys seemed to be gone, and there were still some blue spore mists around that had not completely dissipated.

“Although it appears very crude and incomprehensible, it is definitely a kind of magic.”

"It is very likely the magic 'Tsukuyomi' recorded in Shinto scriptures, which can forcibly modify the time and space around the caster, and even impose one's own consciousness on reality. In fact, this magic can often interfere with the consciousness and cognition of others."

Index couldn't help but think, because the more she knew, the more she understood what had just happened.

Even the 'Automatic Scribe' on her body was not activated, which meant that it was a ritual-level magic with specific functions, and was not the type that directly attacked the body.

Although Index didn't know what happened in that magic, Sonoko might have been changed unknowingly.

"Sonoko, don't worry. No matter what happens, Touma and I can get you back."

"Touma's right hand has a lot of power."

Index, with a worried look on her face, immediately remembered something, ran over and grabbed the hem of Natsume Sonoko's clothes with one hand.

"Eh."

"Index, don't worry about me."

Some life gradually returned to Natsume Sonoko's dull face, and she reluctantly responded to Index's words.

It seemed like Index knew something, even though she had turned into a wooden figure in the park like everyone else.

Although the current situation seems to be a disaster, Natsume Sonoko herself has almost gotten used to it. Since she was born, she has had to learn to adapt to the life of another guy called a time traveler.

"But just to be on the safe side, Kamijou-senpai's right hand is also a backup option."

With a tired smile on her face, Natsume Sonoko cooperated and spoke. She was still not good at rejecting other people's kindness.

Tsuchimikado and Kihara Nayuta, who arrived one after another, were listening to the strange conversation between Natsume and Sonoko with puzzled looks on their faces.

What is Kamijou-senpai’s right hand?

"But that was an AIM force field aggregation."

"What happened to the eighth one?"

Recalling the scene she had just witnessed, Kihara Nayuta couldn't help but show a look of surprise on her face.

Although she knew that such a thing was possible, because Academy City had already started this kind of research on control fields, it could even be traced back to the time when Academy City was founded.

However, when this ability appeared in the eighth place and could be used by the other party, Kihara Nayuta became a little dazed, which meant that the eighth place must have some kind of deep cooperation with Academy City.

But as far as she knew, the Eighth did not even have his own experimental supervisor, and in the numerous experimental sequences in Academy City, the name of the Eighth had never been heard of.

Could it be that the ghost agency in the Imaginary Number District was helping the eighth place? But isn't that a department directly under the chairman of the Academy City Board of Directors?

With a feeling of anxiety and fear, Kihara Nayuta looked at Natsume Sonoko with a somewhat strange look. She really wanted to be the eighth experiment supervisor.

According to her idea, as long as the eighth one is ambitious, she will definitely need an experimental institution to serve her in the future, but now she is uncertain.

The blue spores gradually dissipated, and the park became lively again.

Several chattering girls gathered around a girl with a bun, and a security guard who passed by came to ask about her health.

Except for Natsume Sonoko and Index, everyone's main attention was focused on the blue spores that had previously covered the park, discussing what kind of power it was.

Even with Academy City's announcement about mutants, there is no explanation for the power that almost stopped time.

Especially the guards who stayed in the spores with Index and the others, they completely experienced a strange experience similar to time travel. Even the inanimate drones and robots received the same treatment.

"Natsume-san, do you know this cat?"

Tsuchimikado moved his ears and seemed to have discovered something, and pulled out a round object from behind a tree not far away.

This is a fat cat with an orange body, and its two bright eyes are staring at Natsume Sonoko's face.

Chapter 530: Long-winded

There was an amber-yellow hue in its pupils, and its soft fur didn't look like a stray cat on the street at all.

One hand grabbed the scruff of the neck of this strange orange cat, Fate, and lifted it in front of his sight. Tsuchimikado looked up and down at the bloated appearance of the orange cat with great concern. It seemed that the cat was much heavier than it looked.

Considering the nutritional intake alone, this cat is clearly overfed.

"What a strange cat. It ignores people at all."

"It clearly has body temperature and feels soft to the touch. It's not some lifelike stuffed toy."

Reaching out his hand and pinching the orange cat's face with some curiosity, Tsuchimikado found that the cat had no reaction at all, and was too lazy to even make a move, completely ignoring the maid's series of small movements.

He frowned slightly, and a tic-tac-toe depression seemed to appear on his cheeks.

A certain little maid with a strangely competitive spirit rubbed the orange cat's face again, and still got the same result, as if no matter what she was prepared to do, the other party would always remain in this stone-like state.

In fact, this orange cat only maintained the same action from beginning to end, which was to stare at a bun-head with its burnt yellow eyes.

"No way, absolutely impossible."

"Am I the type that small animals don't like? I thought only Misaka was like that."

Looking at the still indifferent orange fat cat, the little maid's face suddenly showed some slight anxiety, as if she had suffered some inexplicable setback.

Before she could react, the little maid felt the heavy weight on her hand disappear. When she looked up, she found that the orange cat had been taken away by a ball-head with a nervous expression and unsteady steps.

"So Yuanzi also has a cat?"

Noticing the movements of a girl with a bun, Index's originally worried face instantly showed some joy, as if she and Sonoko had one more common language.

The Sphinx in her house is stupid, greedy, and likes to run outside, which always causes her a lot of worry.

But raising a cat is really fun, and it makes her feel like she has grown up and become an adult.

"But normally, pets shouldn't be allowed in the Tokiwadai dorms."

"After all, it is a prestigious school with strict requirements."

Kihara Nayuta was slightly stunned, then spoke with some doubt, obviously not agreeing with what Index said.

Unconsciously, Kihara Nayuta seemed to have integrated into this small group, probably because they had a common language in height and discipline committee membership.

But she vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but couldn't put her finger on what it was, it was just a cat.

"Well... Actually, I haven't decided whether to keep one yet. This is giving me a headache, mainly because of the dorm supervisor."

Natsume Sonoko, who was not good at lying, spoke hesitantly.

She seemed to have seen this cat before, in some of Miss Hitomi's memories.

Even though she didn't have the energy to review those messy memories again, her first impression made her make this decision.

It seems that the changes in cognition and even existence just now have not completely disappeared, and it has returned to the time when Natsume-san was in control of everything.

"I'm sorry, I feel a little uncomfortable."

"Maybe I used too much computing power just now, so I'm going back to the dormitory to rest first."

"Kihara-san, I may have to trouble you to send Tsuchimikado-san and Index back. I will definitely come to thank you someday."

Natsume Sonoko was holding the orange cat nervously in her arms, and the heavy weight made her arms tremble slightly.

After shaking her brain which was feeling a little overwhelmed, Natsume Sonoko suddenly gritted her teeth and spoke to the classmate Kihara.

The battle is not over yet, I am still too optimistic.

When the cat appeared in front of Natsume, it seemed to mean that the second battle was about to begin.

If nothing unexpected happens, this cat must be very dangerous, so Index and the others must not be allowed to stay around anymore.

"This is between you and me, don't involve irrelevant people."

"I know you understand."

Muttering to herself, Natsume Sonoko said something while trying hard to suppress the confusion in her mind.

However, what relieved Natsume was that until now, the orange cat had been staying quietly by her side, and seemed to have closed its eyes leisurely.

In my ears, there was the noisy sound of a large number of drones swirling the air, and groups of security robots also began to evacuate from the park.

As time passed, some ambulances gradually appeared near the park, taking all the injured and unconscious mutants to the hospital.

At this moment, as several girls looked at each other in bewilderment, a girl with a bun-like haircut, weak limbs and lazy hands and feet was trying to move her short and thin thighs, moving towards the direction of leaving the park at a speed similar to that of an ordinary person's brisk walk.