Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

"I'll just wait for you here."

Her junior schoolmate was already walking towards her, and Misaka Mikoto sighed softly as if she had just thought of this.

Even though her physical strength far exceeds that of her peers, she still felt a little tired after just this trip.

"Wow, Makoto, you're finally here."

"I even want to go over there to find you."

However, even faster than the well-developed junior schoolgirl with a somewhat large forehead was a very ordinary man with spiky hair and an unlucky-looking face who arrived at Haramura Makoto's side first.

"Kamijou-senpai, I ran into a friend earlier and I'm a little late. Sorry."

"it's okay no problem."

Touma Kamijou scratched his somewhat messy hair, clearly not caring about Makoto Haramura's matter.

But when his gaze fell on Misaka Mikoto standing next to Haramura Makoto, his expression suddenly changed, and he looked somewhat surprised. He subconsciously took a step back.

"Bilibili, what are you doing here?"

Chapter 190 Kamijou Touma

"Bilibili, Bilibili, who are you calling Bilibili? I have a name."

"My name is Misaka Mikoto."

A blue arc of electricity flashed across the brown short hair, heading straight for Touma Kamijou.

The power of this electric current is definitely not weak.

If the person facing this electric current were an ordinary person, they wouldn't necessarily be electrocuted, but they would definitely be lying on the ground in shock for a period of time.

This is highly abnormal behavior.

Even though Misaka Mikoto's usual behavior doesn't seem like that of a dignified girl, those who know her well know that she is definitely a very kind-hearted girl. Such a girl would never hurt an ordinary person so severely over a mere verbal argument.

Makoto Haramura acted as if he didn't see what was happening and made no attempt to stop Touma Kamijou.

"Om-!"

A vibrating buzzing sound rang out, and a wisp of blue smoke rose slowly from Touma Kamijou's raised right hand.

Misaka Mikoto's attack vanished without a trace.

No, it doesn't feel like disappearing; it feels more like being completely erased from existence.

"snort--!"

Misaka Mikoto seemed to have anticipated this situation. She snorted coldly, raised her head, and angrily strode away, grabbing Kouno Mitsuko who was about to arrive and pulling her away.

"Ugh, this is dangerous, this is dangerous."

"Bilibili is as irritable as ever."

Meanwhile, Touma Kamijou was shaking his hand, looking visibly shaken.

Why do I need to mention it?

Of course, it's because he showed absolutely no fear on his face and appeared very calm.

(Finally, I saw it!)

Meanwhile, Makoto Haramura was staring intently at Touma Kamijou's right hand.

(So ​​this is the power of negation that the White Demon spoke of, the power to negate the existence of all supernatural abilities.)

Why didn't he make a move?

For the same reason, he knew that Touma Kamijou could withstand such an attack without incident.

After all, when Makoto Haramura first met Touma Kamijou, the White Demon had already revealed most of his background to him.

The power of denial that can negate the existence of all supernatural abilities.

This power sounds very similar to what Aleister is after.

So at that time, Makoto Haramura was already guessing that Touma Kamijou was probably a pawn that Aleister valued very much.

Or rather, it is probably the piece that Aleister values ​​most.

This leads to Makoto Haramura being very curious about the form in which Touma Kamijou's power of negation exists.

But we've never had this opportunity before.

He can't just go to Touma Kamijou and say, "Let's have a fight."

That's just so unreasonable.

Now, he was finally able to see it for himself.

"Kamijou-senpai, do you know Misaka-san?"

Withdrawing his scrutinizing gaze, Makoto Haramura touched his chin and refocused his attention on Touma Kamijou's unfortunate face.

"It's all a tragic fate."

Upon hearing Haramura Makoto say that, his already unlucky face became even more unlucky.

If this were in an anime, you could probably see the dark clouds surrounding Touma Kamijou.

"I meant well. I saw this girl being cornered in an alley by a group of delinquents and wanted to get her out."

"Who would have thought this guy was entrapping someone?"

"That's not all, this guy insisted on fighting me, and even after losing, he wouldn't let it go."

As if he wanted to vent all the complaints in his heart, Touma Kamijou's mouth started like a machine gun, and he just couldn't stop talking.

"Um, Kamijou-senpai."

Unable to bear Touma Kamijou's rambling any longer, Makoto Haramura suddenly interrupted and asked a question.

"Well, what happened?"

"Did you say something unnecessary when you were saving Misaka-san?"

"..."

In an instant, Touma Kamijou, who was still rambling on, stopped talking abruptly, as if a chain had been pulled.

"Ah...this...it seems...indeed...something was said...why you would take a fancy to a little girl or something like that."

"..."

Even Haramura Makoto was speechless. He raised his eyelids and muttered a weak complaint.

"Excuse me for speaking frankly, Kamijou-senpai, you are already very lucky to have survived."

"Stop complaining."

As Misaki Shokuhou's boyfriend, he often heard his girlfriend complain about her arch-nemesis, Misaka Mikoto.

Why is it that Misaki Shokuhou always manages to win verbal battles with Misaka Mikoto?

The reason is that Misaka Mikoto is always able to precisely target the points that Misaka Mikoto cares about most.

That is, Misaka Mikoto's figure.

Her breasts have never grown, and even now, the smallest size bra is a bit too big for them; they're so big that an airplane could run on them.

Touma Kamijou's comment, "You little girl who has nothing," absolutely hit Misaka Mikoto's sore spot.

"Aha...hahaha..."

Touma Kamijou clearly realized his mistake and started laughing it off.

They refused to mention what had just happened again.

How many schools are there in Academy City?

Without going into too much detail, there are definitely at least eight or nine hundred such schools. And in the Daihasei Festival, apart from elementary school students who cannot participate, junior high school students, high school students, and university students all compete in the same arena.

In that case, excluding primary schools, there are still four or five hundred schools.

All these schools are required to participate in the Daihasei Festival, and the competition schedule has been shortened to within seven days.

To be honest, the schedule is just as tight as the Olympics.

So the three-legged race is about to begin. Makoto Haramura and Touma Kamijou are already standing at the starting line, with ropes tied around their ankles.

"Speaking of which, Kamijou-senpai, how many programs did you sign up for?"

While stretching his arms, Makoto Haramura greeted Misaka Mikoto, then asked Touma Kamijou a question.

"Five."

"Our class monitor forced me to hug five items."

At this point, Touma Kamijou looked somewhat dejected again.

"What about you?"

"I'm fine, I only have two."

"After this, it's time for the group pitching tomorrow."

Makoto Haramura shrugged and responded easily.

The Daihasei Festival includes a wide variety of activities, such as hide-and-seek.

Therefore, in ordinary schools like the one where Makoto Haramura works, where there are many students, each student has to take on at least one or two projects.

In schools like Tokiwadai Middle School, where Misaka Mikoto and her friends attend, there are only a little over a hundred students, and each student has to take on at least five or six tasks.

"Speak of it."

"Kamijou-senpai, if you often do good deeds, your physical fitness must be pretty good, right?"

For no apparent reason, such a sentence suddenly came out of Makoto Haramura's mouth.

"Ah, it's alright, but why ask that?"

Touma Kamijou was completely baffled, not understanding what Makoto Haramura was asking.

To be frank, these ordinary members are just there to make up the numbers; how could they possibly compare to those superpowered individuals from prestigious universities?

Therefore, Touma Kamijou lacked motivation from the very beginning.

"It's nothing. After all, I only participated in two projects. It would be a bit embarrassing if I lost."

"So I'm going to use a little of my full strength."

Makoto Haramura smiled slightly.

Very few people at the school knew his true level of ability, but the headmaster and his teachers were very clear about it.

So yesterday, the former principal specifically asked him for a favor.

Not only that, but he's also competing against Misaka Mikoto. If he loses and Xiaoqi finds out, it will be a bit of a hassle.

"Oh, you mean this?"

"I will try my best to keep up."

Touma Kamijou nodded indifferently.

It's just running; as long as I can keep up with the pace, that's fine. I'll try my best not to hold my junior back.

"That's good."

"On your marks, get set!"

The referee's voice rang out, and Makoto Haramura, Touma Kamijou, Mikoto Misaka, and Mitsuko Koongo all assumed ready stances.

The referee raised his other hand high into the sky, holding the whistle pistol.

(Well then, let me try this first.)

Makoto Haramura's lips curled into a smile as he glanced briefly at Misaka Mikoto.

A surge of magical energy began to emanate from his body.

"Are you ready, Kamijou-senpai?"

"Ready."