Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

He was quite calm and composed.

"I've thought about the problem you mentioned before. Even if it happened to me, I would admit that I wouldn't commit suicide or wait for someone else to kill me."

"But!"

He bends over, his left leg slightly leans back, and his body leans forward, somewhat similar to the posture of a sprinter before starting a race.

“Dead Knot” has never been a righteous organization, and the members who gather here have never been righteous good people.

"What happens next is a matter for later; for now, we just need to clarify our goals."

"Boom boom——"

The roar of the machinery was exceptionally jarring.

"If you're still willing to agree with me, then go for it. Although we are the same kind of people, his mind has undoubtedly been invaded by the superpowered people around him."

"Boom boom——"

More mechanical roars rang out from different places, and the Dead Knot members, regardless of gender, carrying the starter pile driver, surrounded the area again from thirty different locations.

The members of "Dead Knot," who had begun to waver because of Makoto Haramura's words, regained their composure and reorganized their formation after their leader spoke.

"Boom boom——"

"let's go!"

"You better calm down. If you're starting to doubt yourself because of what this guy says, then I'm starting to doubt the validity of Level 5."

"Bang bang bang-"

Dozens of flashes erupted around Makoto Haramura, sparks clashed and intersected in the air, and bullets pierced the air, rapidly shooting out in all directions.

"Pfft-!"

The sound of a bullet piercing flesh rang out.

"Pfft—pfft—pfft—!"

Bullets pierced the bodies of the Dead Knot members who had already soared into the air. As crimson blood blossomed, the Dead Knot members fell to the ground like birds struck in mid-air.

The wind was howling in my ears, and it was difficult to even open my eyes in this strong wind.

That's right, they're flying through the air right now.

In the same position, the man wrapped his arms around her waist, but this time she also wrapped her arms around his waist in return.

"How stupid! Because of a bunch of jealous people who don't know where to vent their anger, they can only blame their incompetence on a fourteen-year-old girl and start to doubt themselves."

Makoto Haramura, carrying Misaki Shokuhou, broke through the encirclement and landed directly on the lakeside railing.

Not far away, blood stained the ground.

It must be said that if it weren't for the corpse, this scene would have been truly beautiful.

Under the hazy moonlight, clusters of blood-red flowers bloomed before Misaki Shokuhou's eyes, staining the ground red, creating a truly indescribable beauty.

"Can……"

Having already unconsciously gained control over this person, I no longer want him to do anything more for me under these circumstances.

"What can you say?"

Makoto Haramura rudely interrupted Misaki Shokuhou before she could say anything.

"Your abilities are probably limited to the mental level; you can't delve into the mechanically recorded images, can you?"

"In that case, go back and find a way to investigate my past in more detail yourself."

"I don't know about others, but I can at least be sure of myself. Even before I met you, if I encountered a similar situation to you, I would have helped you to the best of my ability."

Was his thinking influenced by the girl next to him?

At least Makoto Haramura doesn't think so; he is very clear that he is acting according to his own will.

"Yes, is that so..."

Speechlessness, a situation that is almost impossible, happened to Misaki Shokuhou; her voice had even become hoarse without her realizing it.

That's this moment.

In the heart of the girl named Misaki Shokuhou, the gears that had rusted and stopped many years ago began to turn again.

"Yes, and this situation is by no means dangerous for me."

"It can reach a speed of about 200 km/h, which is much slower than the speed of a pistol. What is dangerous for an ability user like you is nothing to me."

As the Dead Knot members charged toward him again, Makoto Haramura was surrounded by flashes of light and the sound of gunfire.

Those with special abilities are indeed strong; there is no doubt about that.

However, it cannot be denied that ability users who have not undergone specialized combat training generally have extremely fragile physical bodies.

Lacking combat experience and with poor physical reflexes.

To give a specific example, just refer to the first character in the original work, Accelerator.

Because of my exceptional abilities, I never even considered exercising.

Once the ability fails, the person is even less capable than an ordinary person in combat.

And what kind of person is he?

Although he doesn't have much talent in developing his abilities, there's a saying he made that's not very good.

When God closes a door, He opens a window.

From childhood to adulthood, his strength has far exceeded that of his peers. To be more scientifically rigorous, his muscle density is ten times that of a normal human.

Therefore, it is like using a grappling hook to imitate Spider-Man and achieve high-speed movement between buildings.

He can reflexively dodge bullets fired from pistols or even rifles within ten meters.

Therefore, this armed group of powerless individuals, dressed in special costumes and unable to deal with Misaki Shokuhou, a psychic, was simply an easy target for Makoto Haramura.

Or rather, he had faced a barrage of fire from ten heavy machine guns, which was even more dangerous than this.

"He really is as dangerous as the rumors suggest."

"However, let me tell you something else. Deadlock is not like other powerless armed groups, where everyone is powerless."

Water molecules in the air are evaporating, and the surrounding temperature is rising rapidly.

“We also have highly capable individuals here.”

The brilliant flames bloomed like red lotuses, and the red knight's uniform stood out starkly against the backdrop of the space filled with explosions.

"—Pfft!"

Chapter 010 Misaki Shokuhou's Backup Plan

"Pfft-"

This is not the sound of a bullet piercing flesh, but the sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh.

The leader of "Dead Knot," who had just responded to Haramura Makoto and was preparing to attack him with his own abilities, had a snow-white blade emerge from his bright red knight's uniform at his chest. Around the blade, bright red blood flowed down the wound.

"Why?

The leader of "Dead Knot" turned around like a rusty machine, revealing the familiar symbol of "Dead Knot" on the hilt of his sword, and his face, damaged from the impact, showing half of his profile.

But when he saw that the exposed pupil had completely transformed into a starry eye, he understood completely.

"I see, is that so?"

"It seems we underestimated superpowered individuals."

"boom--"

Another thud was heard as someone fell to the ground, and within sight, no more members of the 'Dead Knot' could be found still standing.

"It seems that what he said he could handle on his own just now wasn't just a facade?"

After releasing his grip on Misaki Shokuhou's waist, Makoto Haramura was full of praise for her words.

He naturally saw what had just happened.

He saw it clearly.

He had thought this guy was going to risk his safety out of spite, but it turns out the guy was somewhat prepared.

Don't let a moment of impulse cause you to forget everything.

"Ha ha……"

Misaki Shokuhou, who had been released by Makoto Haramura, was panting heavily, with cute blushes appearing on her delicate face.

I don't know if it's because of her heavy breathing or because she was shy from being hugged by Makoto Haramura earlier.

"It's still...it's still a little...reluctant..."

Seemingly finding that supporting her body only made things more tiring, Misaki Shokuhou simply bent over, supporting herself on her knees with her hands, and said intermittently:

"Their helmets do indeed have the ability to resist mental penetration. Moreover, the damage caused by the explosion was so severe that his own consciousness almost completely disappeared. He forcibly awakened and controlled that weak consciousness."

"My computing power is already... operating at full capacity."

At the very beginning, the member who initially attacked Haramura Makoto was not actually completely killed by him.

In reality, Makoto Haramura had simply used bullets to destroy the miniature jet behind him.

The miniature jet exploded behind him, bringing him to the brink of death. It was at that moment that Misaki Shokuhou spotted the opportunity.

She couldn't aim at or control a fast-moving living person.

No matter how much you manipulate the water in the cerebral cortex of a dead person, it won't work; she's not some kind of corpse-driver.

Therefore, the first guy who was seriously injured and collapsed was undoubtedly the best choice.

While Makoto Haramura was chatting with the leader of "Dead Knot," she had already manipulated him, keeping him stationary and waiting for an opportunity.

Therefore, it's impossible.

Because of a fit of pique or other reasons, one puts their own safety in danger.

First, she asked the man beside her to leave, because these delinquents wanted to attack her, and this route was the only way they could get there.

Coincidentally, in her calculations, there was a very high probability that the leader would personally take action.

Then she can control it to launch a sneak attack, and seize that momentary opening to subdue the leader.

Once this step is completed, there will be a clear direction for business operations, whether to launch a counterattack on the spot or to flee.

She could accept putting herself in danger, but she absolutely could not agree to putting herself in a desperate situation.

However, to her surprise, the man beside her gave a completely unexpected answer.

She was so shocked that she couldn't calm down.

"Okay, so what do we do now?"

He spread his hands, looked at the mess in front of him, and couldn't help but frown.

"It is indeed a little troublesome."

"The death toll is a bit too high."

It seemed that after a while, Misaki Shokuhou's strength had recovered somewhat.

However, the way she crossed her arms did not reveal the same situation as the words she was saying.

At the beginning, Makoto Haramura's attacks were somewhat restrained.

However, later, in order to prevent the aftershocks from the explosion of the small jets behind from causing problems during the grappling hook flight.

His attack pattern is such that every shot is aimed at a fatal spot.

Heart, brain, throat!

All three wounds could be fatal, and Makoto Haramura's bullets were aimed at these locations.

Therefore, this death toll is quite high.

Moreover, if it were just an ordinary death, that would be fine. After all, people die every day in powerless armed groups, and Academy City never cares about such failed experimental trash.