[Magic Forbidden Last Fantasy Access] Disorder

Thinking of this, he stood there in a daze, his eyes slowly moved out of the window.

Suddenly, he felt a line of sight.

Looking downstairs, Kamijou found that the first person in Academy City was standing in the snow looking at him, his face was expressionless, but there seemed to be some kind of strange emotion in his eyes.

After noticing that Kamijou's eyes moved over, Accelerator said something slowly.Kamijou barely recognized the mouth shape.

"But... no... maybe..."

He was stunned.

Accelerator was saying to him, "Impossible."

It's impossible to follow, it's impossible to leave other people alone.Index, Sphinx, Misaka Mikoto, and many other people around him, it is impossible for him to leave them alone.

Why... would you think that way?

Kamijou suddenly felt a little annoyed, and wanted to rush down and grab the first person by the collar and question him loudly.

But he didn't do that after all, but stood still and watched the white figure disappear into the same white snow mist.

"A place far away."

Kamijou remembered what Accelerator said, so he also looked into the distance.What was reflected in his eyes were the rolling mountains, the dark sky, and the quiet lights.

Nothing seemed to have changed, Academy City was operating as usual, and 230 million people were breathing as usual.

Have you changed anything?

Probably not.

The white monster still chose one person to carry all the roads.

If there is a change, maybe what I changed is "change".

The sun is still there, the moon is still there, and the stars are still there.

No matter how you make changes, some things are still here forever.

but.

It's a little bit different.

Kamijou looked at the bright and shining stars in the sky, they were brilliant and hazy, both illusory and as if they were right in front of them.There are stars in the night tonight, this is the fact that he finally noticed.

So he thought of the night on the 14th when he and Accelerator drank coffee in the park and chatted; Killing, wandering in the three districts of Arakawa, and spending those nights beside the collapsed spire.

There's never been a night more star-studded than tonight.

Probably in my heart, or in some undetectable corner, something has quietly changed.

Is this called disorder, or disorder?

Maybe--

"not like this."

Kamijou said softly to himself.

He took a shaky step, and ran.

The goals are - the elevator, the downstairs, the distance, and the back of Accelerator.It's still too late to chase now, as long as he is willing, all the stories will continue without stopping.

The boy rushed into the snow.

The cold, dry air rushed into his lungs, and the stars shone brightly and dimly on him.

The scenery in front of me changes, and the starry night continues.Kamijou strode vigorously, feeling as if he was going to melt into the wind.

How could it be impossible.

No matter how dangerous and difficult it is, as long as you want to do it, as long as you have that kind of intention, two people can do anything together.

Gradually, the feeling of exhaustion came from all parts of the body, but Kamijou's heart was particularly high.he thinks.

After catching up, what are you going to say?

For example - "That's not the case at all", "You're not right".Or the "today's weather is really nice" that is wrong with the bull's head.

But the one thing I want to say the most is——

"One way!"

Kamijou shouted, his steps gradually slowing down.

Under the dark sky and the white snow, there was a figure standing in front of him.

It was the strongest in Academy City, with a slender and pale figure.

The first one will not turn back, but will stay where he is and wait for him to come.

Kamijou walked forward slowly, with many thoughts in his mind.

Sadness, joy, joy and anger from the past welled up in my heart.During this month's time together, he felt both long and short, both painful and happy.So what about the ranking floating plan, what about being forgotten, rejected, and rejected by the world, Kamijou no longer thinks about it.For him, from now on it will be a story of two people, not a war of one person.

Now, the line he said once in the night of the steeple will be reused by him.

"—I'm here... to find you."

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The author has something to say:

Four years later, I rewrote the ending regardless of the change in writing style—this is probably something I never thought about (laughs) Although it is far from the current New Testament setting, I really enjoyed writing it at the time. Love light comedy lovers (w)

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