Such emotions are inevitable for the water behind. However, the young man Kamijou Touma is not necessarily the one to be eliminated. After all, Hou Fang Zhi Shui felt that the arm was the one he needed to deal with most. All this would be solved if his right hand were taken off. There was no need for him to continue to persist in killing this ordinary little ghost. Just like in the video.. The powerful water did not give Wuhe any chance to resist or disobey. He threw it straight towards Touma, as if he was throwing away trash, causing the already injured boy to fall to the ground; “Right hand.” within the screen.

Hou Fang Zhi Shui slowly raised his stick and said, "If you hand it over, I will spare your life." "What, are you kidding..." Although I wanted to stand up, I couldn't muster any strength. Kamijou realized his own limits, but he still didn't give up. but, "Really? In that case, I'll let you understand the cruelty of reality even more." After the words fell.. a moment later—— The screen went dark. It was as if the whole world had become nothingness. For a moment, there was silence, without any sound. The audience in front of the screen were also stunned, frowning, and staring at the brief darkness in the video without even breathing. Until a moment later.. Through the perspective of Gohwa. Finally explained what just happened... Bright red... blood... Lying on the ground... juvenile... The focus also officially shifted to Wuhe's perspective.

The miserable state, the desperate situation, and the doomsday-like scene were presented before the audience. The young man who had never fallen before any powerful enemy, fell to the ground without a sound. Lying down in front of the audience!!! "What...what happened during this period of time?" Hikigaya Hachiman covered his mouth in disbelief. "This is too tragic... If you said it was okay to take his arm, why did you have to be so violent to him?! If you think Kamijou's threat all comes from his right hand, why not just remove his right hand?! Damn it, I want to see if you will be so tough and arrogant when facing the thing in his arm!" Natsuki Subaru was also moved by the scene. Thinking of his miserable appearance every time he died, he clenched his fists and trembled. True. Touma always escapes danger. This gives the audience a false impression. I thought that even if the boy encountered the strongest and most terrifying force in the world, he would be able to turn the desperate situation around with his strength and awareness. But now.. "As expected, Academy City and the English Puritan Church are in need of such a strong formation. This man is really strong enough to be terrifying." After seeing this scene, the S-class hero Genos finally understood why, compared to the two previous Right Seats of God, the Water Behind who solemnly issued the challenge would cause such a huge sensation in both worlds. He unexpectedly broke through the defense network so easily, and even crushed Touma, who had never been defeated before. but-- "It is precisely because of this that the high-end combat power of the British Puritans and the Academy City will make what kind of choice when they encounter a dilemma like Kamijou Touma... Teacher..." Muttering, the devil's cyborg's gaze returned to the forehead of his teacher, the bald caped man. And this sentence, which sounds like a murmur, is also the key to the follow-up. But within the picture at this moment—— The story of crisis and difficulty continues to advance. Wuhe's consciousness disappeared for a period of time. Like water seeping into the soil, consciousness slowly returned. The first thing she felt was the smell of rust, followed by pain. As her mind realized these things, the pain swept through her body like a tsunami. Unexpectedly, her vision and hearing, which she usually relied on the most, were the last to recover. There was darkness all around. Despair buried in blue. There was asphalt everywhere that had been broken by the iron bars at the end of the car, and dust was flying above the iron bridge. The night view that the two of them had been strolling and admiring until just now had now turned into the horrible scene before their eyes. And now, she finally realized the feel of the gun handle in her hand. "Um!?" Itsuwa remembered his current situation and hurriedly used his gun to prop himself up and stood up.

At this moment, she realized that something warm was flowing through her palms. It was a little warm, and had a dizzy smell of rust. The true nature of this bright red liquid was very obvious. blood. But there wasn't so much blood flowing out of Itsuwa's body, because if there was so much blood, it would be difficult for him to maintain consciousness. Moreover, this was different from other liquids such as ink, it was definitely human blood. So whose blood is it? She thought so, but in the next moment she immediately denied her consciousness. You should know it without thinking. This is Kamijou Touma's blood. "Are you awake?" If he thought about it calmly, the person behind him holding the weapon should be standing in front of him now. "Then get out of my way. My attack is too powerful. If I use my full strength, it might affect the surrounding areas." But Wuhe's consciousness didn't pay any attention to the water. Her shoulders kept shaking slightly, and slowly, slowly turned to her back. Everything that happened during the time when Itsuwa lost consciousness. Kamijou's hands and feet were paralyzed on the ground, his face was stained red with blood, and his eyes could neither close nor open, like a broken automatic door, stopped in a half-open state. The pain in his whole body seemed to tear his body apart, but the boy's body did not move at all. Even this cannot be determined. Judging from the physical distance alone, there was only a small distance between the two of them, but even this small distance still made Itsuwa unable to understand the real situation. "Ah...ah..." Wuhe's judgment ability is slowly turning into dust. The threat of water behind her had completely disappeared from her mind. Even if she faced a powerful enemy, she didn't care. She moved her hands, which were stained with the blood of others, to collect the asphalt fragments scattered around, took out a wet tissue, and took out the wallet from the blood-stained trouser pocket of Kamijou. The magic used by the Amakusa-style Cross Cult does not require any strange spells or spiritual equipment. The things we use, after all, are just daily necessities. Itsuwa found unscientific residues from these daily necessities, reassembled them, stopped bleeding, healed wounds, and replenished lost vitality. To achieve these goals, Itsuwa is performing recovery magic. For the girl, the "problem" and "battle" she faces now is whether she can save the boy in front of her. In fact, even in a state of extreme chaos, Wuhe's movements were still surprisingly fast and accurate. It didn't take long for the recovery magic to be activated. Small balls of light were flying around Kamijou’s motionless body. The green light looked like fireflies. The light flew into the wound as if to fill the cracks in his skin. but, Help! ! There was a sound like this. The recovery magic put together by Itsuwa was blown away like sawdust without leaving any residue. The reason is very clear.

“… Ugh, ah.” Itsuwa moved restlessly, his eyes moving from Kamijou's face to his right hand. Right hand. Phantom Killer. No matter what kind of mysterious phenomenon it is, it has a special ability to eliminate it regardless of good or bad. Enough of the irony. The boy was born with the talent to be able to dissolve any magic. At this moment, it had turned into a poison that was like a death warrant for him, and there was no way for him to escape from this desperate situation! ! "Damn it, how can such a benign reaction also be rejected?! This idiot is completely unable to move, but his right hand is still..." Misaka Mikoto's forehead veins bulged when she saw this, and she looked at the scene in the video that was full of black humor and comedy in disbelief. Sitting in a seat not far away, Queen Shokuhou Misaki seemed calm, but she clutched the armrest of the seat tightly, looking at the bruised boy in the video with difficulty: "You...will be fine, right?" From anyone's perspective, Touma is already at the end of his rope. In addition, Gowa's magic failed; "This layman..." "I've seen enough of people constantly being on the front lines of things that don't need to be done." At this time, somewhere in Academy City, Stilho stood up. Facing Tsuchimikado who questioned what he wanted to do and Kanzaki who looked over, the fire mage's attitude was tougher than ever before: "Need I say more? I want to bring that child back! No matter what, this outsider is making such a fuss. Even if this matter ends successfully, what about next time? The mess he makes will only expand, tearing open wounds that cannot be healed, and even hurting that child. If we continue to let him do whatever he wants, I don't care even if he really provokes the thing called the devil in the legend, but ah... there is only that child..." Seeing this, Tsuchimikado's mouth twitched and he smiled, but everyone who knew him knew that this meant he was really angry. However.. "Even if you are so angry now, will the child choose to leave the boy and leave with you after watching the video, Stiyl?" Suddenly, a cold and calm voice intervened in the dispute between Tsuchimikado and Stiyl. It’s Kamijou Kaori. This former Amakusa-style female pope. That's when she intervened. Stiyl suddenly remembered. In terms of how serious and upset he was about this matter, Kamiya was not inferior to him in the slightest. But... "So what do you want to do? Let him continue to cause trouble and trouble the child's life, and also cause confusion to these magicians in Amakusa-shiki?" Stiyl raised his hand, pointing at the scene in the video.

Pointing at the scarred figure still standing behind Touma. Just keep watching as the video continues to play. In order to protect Itsuwa, Kamijou Touma once again forced himself to stand up, as if he wanted to make a heroic sacrifice like the protagonist. But what Stiyl would never have imagined was. It's just this useless act of seeking death. But it gave the young man a glimmer of hope to survive in the narrow gap. Yes.