Unlimited Ambition

"You can tell the difference by comparison." Kihara Ayaki puffed out her impressive D-cup breasts. "No matter the angle, I'm far superior to you. I'm sure the Boss thinks so too, ahahahaha..."

As a result, Kihara Tsurugi's laughter stopped abruptly halfway through. She stood there dumbfounded, mouth agape, her body stiff and unable to move.

Heizi didn't have time to pay attention to her either. Because, similarly, she also fell silent.

The woman was wearing a tight-fitting work uniform, but only the top button was fastened. It seemed she did this specifically to show off her impressive figure. Her ample bosom immediately overshadowed Jie Biao's prized D-cup breasts. It even made one worry. Was it alright? Would the button come undone?

Perhaps some people are hoping for the buttons to come undone. No, there must be some people hoping for it.

The woman, with golden curly hair obscuring her right eye, was incredibly beautiful and had a stunning figure. She was carrying a canvas-covered signboard, seemingly a shop sign, tucked under her arm. Completely oblivious—or rather, seemingly enjoying the astonished stares of passersby—she strolled leisurely past the arguing girls.

Seemingly sensing the girl's feelings, the blonde woman turned around, revealing a triumphant smile. Then she left happily.

"That's a foul!" It took Kihara Ayaki a long time to recover before she stammered out what many girls were thinking.

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Meanwhile, the Kamijou family was having lunch. Kamijou's parents seemed resigned to their fate. And after a brief conversation, they also felt that Yuriko was a nice girl, and it was a bit of a waste for her to be with their simple-minded son. Therefore, they no longer cared about her appearance.

The Kamijou family finished lunch. Kamijou mentioned he had a match that afternoon, so his parents decided to go cheer on their silly son. Yuriko, feeling she had nothing else to do and hadn't participated in a match in years, decided to join the Kamijou parents.

At that moment, the exhibitionist older woman with her prominent breasts reappeared. The eyes of the Kamijou father and son were immediately drawn to her.

"Excuse me, could I ask for directions?" the older woman asked in broken Japanese.

"Ah, ah, um, where do you want to ask?" Kamijou's father's face immediately turned red, his eyes darting around. As a result, he was given a good scolding by Kamijou's mother standing next to him.

That leaves only Kamijou.

"So, young man..." The exhibitionist older sister then reached out her wicked hand to the young man, Kamijou...

"What happened?!" The older sister's magic suddenly stopped working. The way she looked at Kamijou changed instantly. Then, without hesitation, she turned and ran away.

"What? That lady?" Kamijou muttered to himself, puzzled. He raised his right hand, thinking, "Was that feeling... magic?"

Chapter Seven: Kamijou, the Boy with a Strong Sense of Justice

After lunch, Mikoto told me somewhat shyly that she had a match that afternoon. She suggested I visit her if I had nothing else to do.

Seriously, would it kill you to be a little less proud sometimes? I rolled my eyes, but still readily agreed to Mikoto's request—to go to the sports field with Mirei and cheer her on.

The competition is... a race using borrowed objects? How childish. Space-type and physical enhancement-type characters can't participate? Yeah, that's true, if those guys participated, there would be no competition. Imagine Kuroko standing at the starting line, the starting gun fires, she teleports to the box with one teleport, finds the necessary item with another, and finally teleports to the finish line. OK, a complete victory.

So the rest of the race proceeded normally. The young girls chased each other, running wildly ahead. Like wild horses unleashed—I mean, like runaway horses.

Mikoto's physique was quite good, and she quickly took the lead. After pulling out the slip of paper, she seemed a little lost. But she quickly looked around, probably looking for what she needed.

Huh? She seems to have noticed me. I'll just wave to her.

As a result, Mikoto ran up to me in one breath, grabbed me and said, "Come with me for a bit!" Then she ran towards the finish line.

Mikoto was very fast, far ahead of the other runners. After reaching the finish line, the referee opened the slip of paper in her hand, looked at me, nodded, and announced that Mikoto had won.

"What exactly is written on this?" I asked.

Mikoto was drinking a sports drink that her junior had given her when she heard this and casually handed me the note.

"Male students of the same age visiting from abroad, preferably foreigners, and handsome guys would be even better..."

"...Are all the people who wrote these titles just infatuated with girls?" I couldn't help but complain. "I was actually thirsty and wanted to go buy some drinks."

After hearing what I said, Mikoto hesitated for a moment, then turned her head and handed me the sports drink she was drinking halfway through: "Idiot, stop complaining. You can drink this."

"Oh." I nodded. Come to think of it, that's exactly why I said that earlier.

"Look, Misaka is really taking care of her teammate. That boy is so lucky!" This scene was broadcast on the big screen at the right time.

"This boy is really something... Won't Mikoto be bullied if she's with him?" Mirei, who witnessed the whole thing, muttered to herself worriedly.

Meanwhile, the space-manipulation ability duo, who were strolling along the street, also saw this scene on a screen that was playing continuously on the street. They both felt a little uneasy.

"Wow, young people these days are so daring." This was said by a delivery woman who was quite an exhibitionist.

At this moment, Kamijou had just experienced a rolling ball competition, being trampled by many people, and was sitting there resting listlessly.

"Hey, Kamijou, come here for a second." At this moment, one of Kamijou's mischievous friends, Tsuchimikado Motoharu, suddenly came over and pulled him to a secluded corner.

"What's wrong? I'm so tired. If you need help, go find the blue-haired earring." Kamijou replied listlessly.

Tsuchimikado gave a wry smile: "Due to various reasons, the blue-haired earring's stance... well, how should I put it? We can now be called enemies."

"What are you talking about?" Kamijou asked, puzzled. "The blue-haired guy with the earring is trying to pick up your sister?"

"It's not that bad, but it's close enough." Tsuchimikado said solemnly, "Akami, you still remember my identity, right?"

"Are you referring to the double agent thing between Academy City and the British Puritan Church? Could it be that your benefactor has finally realized he's been fooled and is sending assassins to take you out?"

"I never knew you had such a vivid imagination, Ogami." Tsuchimikado said, both amused and exasperated.

"What is that?" Kamijou asked impatiently.

"We'll talk about the details on the way. Just follow me now." After saying that, Tsuchimikado pulled Kamijou away from the sports field and ran outside.

Five minutes later.

"So, the people on the magic side are planning to trade items in Academy City?" Kamijou asked simply.

"That's pretty much it." Tsuchimikado nodded in agreement.

"Not interested, see you later." After saying that, Kamijou prepared to leave.

"Don't go, young man! The task of saving the world depends on you!" Tsuchimikado grabbed him and said, "That's an extraordinary item, the super spirit weapon 'Thrusting Sword' that can kill a saint in one hit, young man!"

"...Are you sure this thing is related to world peace?" Kamijou asked uncertainly.

Tsuchimikado nodded vigorously: "That's right. There are so many saints in this world that you can count them on two hands. Their strength is comparable to a Level 5 in Academy City. If any of them were to die, the balance between science and magic in the world would be broken. At that time, because the enemy's power would be weakened, war would be waged. Isn't that perfectly reasonable?"

Kamijou nodded, feeling that what his mischievous friend said made perfect sense, and his sense of justice immediately burst forth: "Someone has to stop them!"

"That's right, that hero is you, Kamijou!" Tsuchimikado patted Kamijou's shoulder very hard. He thought to himself: This idiot is so easy to fool.

"But where exactly is that sword?" Kamijou asked.

“Good question, Kamijou.” Tsuchimikado took a photo out of his pocket and handed it to Kamijou.

"...What time is it?! Don't joke around with pornographic pictures!" Kamijou protested loudly.

"No, Ah Shang. The guy in the photo is one of the people involved in this deal, the wielder of the Spiked Sword. The infamous transporter in the wizarding world, 'Oriana Thomson'."

"Is that so?" Kamijou examined the woman in the photo closely. "But to me, she just looks like an exhibitionist older sister."

Tsuchimikado defended her, saying, "Mages are pretty much all strange guys."

Kamijou was still puzzled: "I haven't seen many magicians."

Tsuchimikado laughed heartily: "How could that be? Me, and the blue-haired earring, and Sasha, the Russian Orthodox nun from last time. And the owner of the blue-haired earring, the Crown Prince of Jerusalem. Ah, how many magicians have you met, sir?"

As Kamijou thought about it, he realized he had indeed seen quite a few magicians, though he hadn't noticed them.

Kamijou thought about it again. These guys were indeed very strange compared to normal people, and he finally accepted this statement.

"But Academy City isn't small. Where can we find her, and who else can we trade with?" Kamijou asked another question.

“Then we’ll need some assistance from the magic side as well,” Tsuchimikado replied. “Akami, let’s go. I’ll introduce you to one of my colleagues.”

"Oh." Kamijou followed. He eventually arrived at a quiet parking lot with Tsuchimikado.

"It's been a long time, Imagine Breaker wielder, Touma Kamijou." Waiting for them there was Stiyl Magnus, a scoundrel priest from the Anglican Church.

The two-meter-tall British priest was squatting against the wall, a cigarette dangling from his mouth as he puffed out smoke.

"You were the delinquent from last time?!" Kamijou recognized him too.

“Ah, you two know each other, that makes things much easier.” Tsuchimikado quickly smoothed things over. “Speaking of which, I can’t use magic in this body unless necessary. So, I’ll have to trouble you, Stiyl, with the tracking spell.”

The unruly priest scoffed, "Why do you think I came here?"

When the wicked priest cast his reconnaissance spell, Kamijou pulled his friend aside again.

"Is this guy reliable?" Kamijou asked in a low voice.

"Of course, speaking of which, I've worked with him a few times, and his abilities are undeniable," Tsuchimikado replied.

“That’s not what I meant.” Kamijou shook his head. “I meant, isn’t the Spiked Sword a very powerful spirit weapon? What if this guy gets greedy?” At this point, Kamijou suddenly remembered something. “Speaking of which, you Anglicans aren’t very trustworthy either. What if you’re using the pretense of stopping the transaction to secretly try and take the Spiked Sword for yourself?”

Tsuchimikado shrugged helplessly: "To be honest, it's normal for you to have these concerns. But we, the Anglican Church, well, how should I put it... yearn for peace? No, or let's put it another way. We are satisfied with the current situation."

"Why?" Kamijou asked curiously.

"Because our Anglican Church is relatively weak. Both the Church of Jerusalem and the Roman Catholic Church are super-powerful denominations with billions of people, while our Anglican Church is not even as strong as the Russian Orthodox Church. Therefore, what we, the weaker church, desire most is to maintain the status quo, rather than to have conflict break out."

The boy, Kamijou, nodded slowly, acknowledging this statement. He then asked, "So, which sect presided over this transaction of the Spike Sword?"

“It is the state religion of Jerusalem, one of the world’s two major religious sects,” Tsuchimikado replied.

"That cunning prince?" Kamijou couldn't help but exclaim.

Tsuchimikado scratched his head in exasperation: "Next time, try a different way of putting it. After all, he's the supreme leader of one of the world's two major religious sects."

Hearing Tsuchimikado's statement, Kamijou was a little puzzled: "Shouldn't the supreme leader of the state religion of Jerusalem be the king?"

“Theoretically, that’s correct,” Tsuchimikado explained. “But in reality, when that prince was ten years old, the power of the state religion was transferred to him without his knowledge. His father seemed to have no complaints about it. Perhaps it was because the king of Jerusalem was destined to die at the age of one hundred.”

Kamijou nodded, then asked, "I seem to recall that Jerusalem hasn't seen any foreign wars in the last few centuries. It's a peace-loving country. Why would it launch an offensive this time?"

Tsuchimikado was getting a little impatient: "Akami, you really have a lot of questions." But he still explained: "The reason is probably because of that scheming prince you mentioned. Since he came to power, Jerusalem's foreign policy has become very tough. He has been advocating the theory of external expansion. At the same time, his theory also has quite a few supporters within the state church of Jerusalem."

"Could it be that he's going to start a war between the science and magic factions?" Kamijou exclaimed.

"Who knows?" Tsuchimikado shrugged. "But maybe, just like you said, he wants to start a war. Maybe he even wants to unify the whole world."

"How could you?!" Kamijou's sense of justice erupted: "If that's really what he thinks, then I'll use my right hand to shatter his illusions!"

Chapter Eight: A Basic Mistake

At that time, I had no idea that a kind-hearted but twisted child with a strong sense of responsibility was treating me like a demon threatening world security, and was clamoring to eliminate me.

If I had known... Well, for Kamijou's sake, I'd better find out a little later.

Mikoto then started another competition. It seemed to involve throwing red and white balls into a hoop. I'm not entirely sure of the specifics, since I haven't experienced it myself. But seeing the various superpowers flying around the arena, creating quite a spectacle, I felt a little worried for Mikoto.

If she kills someone, will she be arrested and go to jail? How much will it cost to bail her out? And how much will it cost to appease the victim's family? Hmm, that's a real problem...

Meiling, sitting next to me, didn't share my worries. She was cheerfully shouting and yelling, acting like a complete child. Seriously, is she really almost thirty?