Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

However, there is a prerequisite for acquiring memories.

The person she controls must be alive.

If the other person dies, and the water in their brain stops moving, she obviously won't be able to control them.

……

"Qiang Qiang Qiang——!"

The interplay of white and red, and the dazzling brilliance that burst forth in the center of the battlefield.

Kamijou Touma stood at the edge of the battlefield, staring intently at everything in front of him, raising his right hand and then lowering it again.

"What a joke, how could Touma Kamijou possibly get involved in this situation?"

Kamijou Touma frowned, his face full of worry.

Just now, his junior had asked him to take the opportunity to suppress Bilibili's power.

The problem is that in this situation, he feels that the moment he rushes forward, he will probably be cut into mincemeat.

"But is this what martial arts are all about?"

"It's hard to imagine that a human could achieve this level of skill solely through martial arts."

Kamijou Touma has truly broadened his horizons.

Even though he didn't know much about the term "martial arts" that he had just heard, he could still tell how powerful it was from his current observations.

"If that's the case, maybe I really should go and learn it."

Touma Kamijou remembered what Makoto Haramura had said to him that day.

He is very confident in his physique and personality.

A constitution that frequently encounters trouble, coupled with a personality that cannot stand idly by when witnessing injustice.

This frequently embroiled him in various troubles.

In the past, it wouldn't have been so bad; at most, he would have faced the underhanded injustices within Academy City.

Now he's inextricably linked to the so-called magical side.

Mr. Kamijou is now going to the hospital much more frequently.

"If you'd like to learn, I happen to have a teacher who's perfect for you."

"Although it would be better for me to teach you personally, I am more skilled in swordsmanship and kicking than in hand techniques."

"With your Imagine Breaker, using other weapons is a bit redundant."

Makoto Haramura, who was fighting Misaka Mikoto in the center of the battlefield, suddenly appeared beside Touma Kamijou.

"Besides, given your personality, Senior Kamijou, you don't want to take people's lives, do you?"

Even if this person is your enemy.

Touma Kamijou nodded subconsciously.

It wasn't intentional, nor was it out of some kind of saintly compassion; he simply couldn't bring himself to use such force.

Despite having been in countless fights since childhood, even those involving unforgivable criminals, he had only ever beaten his enemies unconscious.

"By the way, Uehara, what are you doing here?"

Having had his thoughts diverted by Makoto Haramura, Touma Kamijou belatedly asked him a question.

"It seems that Xiaoqi has succeeded. I've come here to let you, Kamijou-senpai, end all of this."

Makoto Haramura twirled the pistol in his palm and said softly.

In that brief moment of maneuvering, seeing the change in Misaka Mikoto, even without receiving a call from Xiaoqi, he now knew roughly what the situation was like.

Just now, Makoto Haramura and Touma Kamijou joined forces to suppress Misaka Mikoto's rapid evolution.

Makoto Haramura even used his rapier to break off Misaka Mikoto's horn, but just a moment ago...

Although it's slow, Misaka Mikoto is indeed in a state of recovery.

Misaka Mikoto's horns had just recovered to half their original state; the rest were just intertwined and regrown into that one-eyed-like substance.

However, it has now come to an abrupt end.

It came to an abrupt end when it was halfway through its recovery.

The only thing that can stop Misaka Mikoto's evolution is her own little Inori, and now that's clear.

"It seems that's indeed the case."

With his own eyes, Touma Kamijou confirmed the current situation and nodded.

"So what should I do next?"

Touma Kamijou took a deep breath and glanced at Makoto Haramura.

However, Makoto Haramura did have a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, his face full of a confident smile.

"Kamijou-senpai, you don't need to do anything."

"All you have to do is walk over there."

Chapter 205 Trying an Attitude

"—'The Second Hour: The Boundary Between Past and Future'!"

As Makoto Haramura's magic surged forth, the golden clock materialized behind him, and the hands moved to position II.

If one possessed X-ray vision and could see through the flow of magic within Makoto Haramura's body, it wouldn't be difficult to discern that all the magic in his body was converging towards his arms, then moving through his arms to his hands and channeling it into the black and red intertwined pistol he was holding.

"Kamijou-senpai, you only have five seconds."

"—Laaaa!"

At that moment, Misaka Mikoto finally spoke, after all this time.

It emitted a sound similar to the roar of a wild beast.

Meanwhile, the pure white covering her and the black buds swaying on the ice were receding like a tide.

A beam of pure white light shot out directly in front of her brow.

The beam of light rubbed against the air, as if it were trying to pierce through space itself, and shot straight toward Makoto Haramura.

"Here you go, Misaka-san."

With his finger on the trigger, Makoto Haramura's lips curled into a wide grin.

"—'Dimensional Devouring'!"

In an instant, jet-black light burst forth from the muzzle of the gun.

That pure and dark radiance seemed to be able to devour everything, and in this short distance of less than twenty meters, it seemed to be about to devour Misaka Mikoto completely.

Concentrating the power of time at the muzzle of a gun is the power of the past.

Every living being and every force has a beginning.

Nothing in this world can appear out of thin air.

Similarly, every living being and every force has a future.

Nothing lasts forever; in the distant future, everything will inevitably reach its end and its own conclusion.

The principle behind Makoto Haramura's dimensional devouring technique is very simple.

At the moment it is launched, the power of time will discern for itself whether what it comes into contact with is closer to the past or closer to the future.

Ultimately, all matter that comes into contact with is reduced to nothingness.

"boom--!"

The sound of an explosion suddenly rang out.

Just as darkness will eventually triumph over light, the pure white beam of light was swallowed up without any resistance.

"Kamijo-senpai".

"Yes!"

It was accompanied by a buzzing, vibrating sound.

The Dimensional Devouring technique that Makoto Haramura unleashed suddenly vanished, and Touma Kamijou, who was hiding behind it, took three steps in two and slammed his palm directly onto Misaka Mikoto's face.

"Snapped--!"

The pure white state that originally covered Misaka Mikoto's body shattered like a broken mirror.

Hidden inside all along, Misaka Mikoto's true form is finally revealed here.

Makoto Haramura's body also moved.

Just as Misaka Mikoto was about to collapse onto the rubble-strewn ground after losing all her strength, Makoto Haramura appeared beneath her and lifted her up.

Then, with Misaka Mikoto's help, he sat down on the empty space next to him.

"It's you, it's you who came to save me..."

As if using her last bit of strength, Misaka Mikoto forced open her tired eyes, and with her pale and chapped lips, looked at Haramura Makoto and Kamijou Touma, who had arrived, and uttered these last words.

Finally, he completely lost consciousness, his head lolling to the side.

"Kamijou-senpai, could you please wait here for a moment?"

"I've already called an ambulance. I have other things to take care of on the other side."

Having confirmed Misaka Mikoto's condition, Haramura Makoto stood up and gave instructions to Kamijou Touma.

"I understand, I will take Bilibili to the hospital."

"Ah."

Makoto Haramura nodded, then stepped forward with one foot, and the gap in space opened up directly in front of her.

"Also, Kamijou-senpai will come to my house tomorrow."

"I'll introduce you to your martial arts teacher later."

……

Inside the training room of Haramura Makoto at the Talent Workshop.

The scene was exactly the same as before; the pitch-black flames had begun to scorch the surrounding walls without any accelerant.

The superalloy wall, a full meter thick, is now almost burned through.

Misaki Shokuhou is like a little girl trapped in the center of a fire, all alone and waiting for rescue.

Although the little girl did not show any fear, she did look worried.

"Has Cheng's situation ended yet?"

"If this continues, the workshop will burn down."

She does have the ability to unleash flames, but she doesn't have the ability to retract them.

She just dispersed Takitsubo Riko and Kinuhata Saiai, as well as the surrounding researchers, because of this.

She had no idea when things would end with Makoto Haramura.

"It's over. It looks like things went smoothly on your end too."

A familiar voice rang right next to Misaki Shokuhou's ear, and a relieved expression immediately appeared on her flushed face.

"It wasn't exactly smooth sailing; it was more like it completely suited Aleister's wishes."

Makoto Haramura sighed helplessly.

But his hands didn't stop moving. The flames burning the room gathered in Haramura Makoto's palm like swallows returning to their nests, and then disappeared into his body.

"You've revealed your trump card?"

Upon hearing what Makoto Haramura said, Misaki Shokuhou immediately understood what he meant.

"I've not only played my trump card, I've practically given it my all."

This battle was by no means easy for Makoto Haramura.