Misaka-10000 (Toaru fanfic)

She gasped for air, her knees pressing into the unforgiving ground, her body trembling under the strain. Spent bullets lay scattered around her, clinking faintly as she pulled each one from her torn flesh with blood-slicked fingers.

Blood dripped steadily from each wound, tracing crimson paths down her skin as her bare fingers searched relentlessly for the last fragments buried deep.

"To think they would give Misaka so much trouble... Confess, Misaka,"

With the final bullet in her grasp, she raised it into the dim light. Her fingers lingered on the cold metal before letting it fall with a dull clink to join the others on the ground.

Shadows danced across her face in the dim light, masking her exhaustion under their fleeting embrace.

Leaning heavily against the cold wall, she tilted her head back, her weary gaze settling on the worn ceiling above. The wounds scattered across her body began to close, leaving behind faint streaks of blood as evidence of what was there before.

Even the magically reinforced Walking Church couldn't escape unscathed; its fabric bore jagged tears and burns. Still, it held together far better than anything Misaka had worn before—anything else would have been reduced to ashes by now.

As her breathing steadied, she raised her right hand, her eyes locking on her open palm. A faint blue spark flickered weakly to life, dancing across her fingertips before fading.

(My body is at its limit. Regeneration is slowing, my control over electricity is faltering, and my calculations are becoming erratic. I have to end this now before exhaustion overtakes me... I'm not immortal. If I keep pushing without rest, I might lose everything—even for a moment—and then they'll finish me.)

She sighed deeply, her hand falling limp to her side.

(So that's her plan... No, not just hers...)

The fact that Rank 4 hadn't followed her or tried to engage in a one-on-one fight was proof enough—they already knew too much about her abilities.

It didn't matter how arrogant that woman acted; fighting someone who could regenerate almost any damage instantly was a nightmare. And that woman wasn't driven by pride; she was pragmatic—she wouldn't risk facing her head-on without first neutralizing her regeneration by wearing her down.

However, Misaka was more concerned about how they were forcing her toward District 9.

The coordination behind it all: snipers stationed across the district, bombs strategically placed, and the path they carved. It was no coincidence—everything had been precisely positioned, forcing her to tread slowly and carefully toward District 9, far from her planned escape route in District 7.

Now, she found herself crouched in the wreckage of a dilapidated salon perched on the border between District 15 and District 9.

The building had been rigged with explosives, all of which detonated as she entered. Now the structure teetered precariously, moments from collapse.

To avoid detection, she enveloped herself in a magnetic field, disrupting any attempts to track her movements.

But something felt off.

Despite her efforts, the snipers she had taken down earlier had known her position with unnerving precision—as though they could track her every step to the millimeter.

However, it was clear her enemies had a trump card against her, one she hadn't uncovered yet.

But then again, it wasn't as if she was entirely without her own.

That was the reason she remained resting in a building on the brink of collapse, despite her injuries. She wasn't hiding.

She was waiting.

"The target hasn't moved for the last fifteen minutes..."

A voice barely audible, far away from where Misaka was resting.

A sniper, his eye glued to the scope, lay in wait 700 meters away on the fifth floor of an unassuming family-sized apartment.

He had carefully bored a small hole into the glass windowpane to avoid detection, ensuring his line of sight remained unobstructed.

He was no soldier or professional assassin nor tied to any organization. He was a freelancer—nothing more, nothing less.

Even calling him a sniper felt generous.

For him, sniping was merely a sideline, a gamble he took only when the payoff promised to outweigh the risk tenfold.

His real trade was information.

As an AIM Stalker—a Level 3 esper whose abilities revolved around Clairvoyance and Remote Viewing—he was a tracker by trade.

It wasn't a flashy power by Academy City standards, but it was reliable. Within a 2-kilometer radius, he could lock onto the AIM fields emitted by any esper, no matter how well they tried to hide.

Once he turned into their unique signature, no amount of stealth or misdirection could shake him—as long as the conditions favored him. And today, they did.

His real game was information. After collecting what he needed, he'd sell it to the highest bidder, the value dictated by how vital the intel was. And today? Today was his lucky day.

The prey was a gold mine, and the demand was absolute. If one client refused his price, there would always be another eager to pay.

The target: a clone whose very existence had turned the dark side of Academy City upside down. She was a thorn in his client's side, and it was his job to track her every move and sell her position to the highest bidder.

Everything was going perfectly—until now.

"Still no signs of escape," he muttered, adjusting the focus of his scope. His free hand tapped the small device on the windowsill beside him. Its screen displayed an enlarged image of the target, her every motion meticulously recorded.

If she stayed put for too long, someone would inevitably capture her. And if she was captured, his golden glitch—his endless source of income—would vanish.

Her value came from her movement, from every new position he updated and sold to desperate buyers. If she stopped moving, so did his cash flow.

And that simply wasn't an option.

Part 2:

Somewhere in District 7, amidst the tangled streets and towering buildings, a sleek black car glided down the quiet road, its glossy surface shimmering under the soft patter of raindrops.

In the back seat, Kakine Teitoku—Academy City's Rank 2 Esper and the leader of the notorious SCHOOL—sat in silence, his reputation preceding him even in such an unassuming moment.

His gaze remained fixed on the flickering screen in front of him, displaying a live feed of the clone's position.

"She hasn't made a move yet..." he muttered, his voice calm but carrying an edge of curiosity.

"...Could she be formulating a plan?"

To his right, reclining with an air of practiced ease, was Gokusai Kaibi—better known as the "Girl in the Dress," The team operatives.

Kakine's expression remained unchanged, but a faint twitch of his eyebrow betrayed his irritation. He leaned back against the leather seat, crossing one leg over the other.

"By waiting..."

"Or maybe she's just testing how long you'll sit here brooding. Patience doesn't really suit you, Teitoku."

Kakine's eyes flicked toward her, sharp and cold as steel. He didn't bother to dignify her remark with a reply, his focus shifting back to the screen without a word.

Kaibi, unbothered by his silence, leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her hand. Her slender fingers tapped a playful rhythm against her cheek as she studied the feed.

"Anyway," she continued, breaking the silence before it lingered too long. Straightening up, she turned her back to the cramped vehicle space. "What's in that box you went through all the trouble to steal from the warehouse?"

She gestured toward a large metal container sitting in the back—a box about the size of a small closet.

"Tweezers,"

"Wha—? Tweezers?! For real?"

With an audible sigh, Kakine set the tablet aside and leaned back, pulling the box onto his lap with practiced ease.

"An attachment-type manipulator for microscopic object interference. Simply put, it's a set of mechanical fingers that let you grab particles smaller than atoms. Hence the name."

He glanced at Kaibi, whose expression was frozen somewhere between skepticism and awe.

"All matter in the world is composed of combinations of elementary particles. At the particle engineering lab, they've been isolating these particles to destabilize matter for experimental purposes. These tweezers were specifically designed to manipulate objects on that scale using magnetism, light waves, and electricity to essentially 'absorb' them."

Kaibi blinked, her lips parting slightly as if to question him further, but Kakine cut her off.

"One wrong move, and the atom could collapse."

"Hah?"

"Nothing," he replied dismissively. "There was a lot of pain-in-the-ass preparation involved—replacing the sniper Item killed, setting up the shooting of Oyafune—but in the end, it all paid off."

Kaibi tilted her head, still confused. "But what are you going to do with it now that you have it?"

"What? I just explained it to you. I'm going to grab some tiny things. That leads to a way to get to Aleister."

"?"

Her blank expression made it clear she didn't follow, but Kakine offered no further clarification. Instead, he turned to a toolbox in the back, pulled out a screwdriver, and began loosening screws on the large device.

"W-wait! Are you trying to break it?"

"I'm rearranging it," Kakine replied, irritation creeping into his tone. "Do you know why it's so big? To keep it from being stolen. If you strip it down to the essential parts, it's much smaller."

The sound of clattering screws and metal filled the cramped space for a while.

By the time he was done, the Tweezers had been reduced to an optimized, compact form.

In his hands was what looked like a sleek metal glove. The index and middle fingers were tipped with long glass claws, each containing even thinner metal stakes. On the back of the glove was a small monitor, resembling a compact cell phone.

"These glass claws extract the particles," Kakine explained, holding up the device for a brief moment, "while the stakes inside carry out precise measurements."

Kaibi stared at the glove, wide-eyed. "I-it's that small?"

"Well, it is a state-of-the-art piece of Academy City technology. Advancing too quickly can be a problem, too."

Slipping his right hand into the glove, Kakine flexed his fingers, and the device responded smoothly.

"Okay, feels good." He glanced at Kaibi briefly. "Contact the others. Time for the next step."

Kaibi nodded in compliance

"Roger—?!"

But the moment her lips parted the form a response, her words were cut short as the car suddenly jolted violently, the tires screeching against the pavement as the vehicle came to a sudden, shuddering halt.

The force of the stop threw her forward, a gasp escaping her lips as her unbelted body was propelled toward the dashboard.

But she never made it.

A soft yet firm barrier encased her, cushioning her from the brunt of the impact. For a moment, her mind struggled to process the sudden collision and the unexpected sensation enveloping her.

The world outside was still. The hum of the engine had died, leaving only the sound of her quickened breaths in the confined space.

Kaibi's eyes widened as she regained focus. What had they hit? A wall? Another vehicle? The question raced through her mind, but the answers slipped through her grasp. The chaotic flow of the events left her thoughts disjointed, unable to settle on a coherent conclusion.

Lowering her gaze, she noticed something familiar—pure white feathers. They were soft, almost ethereal, wrapping around her like a protective cocoon.

Her breath hitched as her eyes followed the elegant arc of the feathers, tracing the delicate plumage back to its source.

Kakine.

Unlike her, his expression was calm, as though he had anticipated this outcome. His eyes, however, were fixed on something in the distance.

Following the trace of his gaze, she initially assumed he was worried about the driver. However, his wings were already wrapped protectively around the man. Though the driver had still lost consciousness, likely from the shock.

No, she knew Kakine too well. It was impossible for him to show such intense focus, even if a close teammate was on the brink of death.

His eyes were fixed on something outside.

As the thick haze of engine smoke began to dissipate, she finally caught sight of it—or rather, of someone.

Someone was standing there.

Kaibi's eyes narrowed as the figure emerged from the thinning smoke, a silhouette that carried an aura of unnatural calm amidst the chaos.

Long white hair cascaded down the figure's back, shifting gently in the faint breeze. She was dressed in the pristine uniform of Tokiwadai Middle School, a symbol of elegance that sharply contrasted the warped hood of the car beneath her. The faint light caught her face, revealing delicate features that bore an uncanny resemblance to one of Academy City's most infamous Level 5s.

There was no doubt in her mind—that was their target.

"The clone..."

The figure tilted her head slightly, her pale, emotionless eyes locking onto Kaibi's... No, the clone's gaze wasn't on her—it was as if Kaibi's presence didn't matter. Those eyes were fixed entirely on him.

"And I've been dying to test these. I can't think of a better TEST SUBJECT!"

Kakine suddenly exclaimed, his smile widening as he drew his wings back, folding them tightly around himself.

With a swift, precise motion, he effortlessly sliced through the car's ceiling before ascending into the rain-soaked sky. His wings spread wide again, covering the sky as if to blot out the world.

The clone, however, barely reacted. She simply followed his movement, her gaze locked onto him as she slowly clenched her fist.

-----------------------------------------------------------------

(A/N): Yay, we're so back!

First, so I don't waste your time, I really hope you take a moment to read this note—it's important for the future of my writing and how I'll share my stories with you.

Drumroll, please... The big surprise is that I've been working on something exciting: a brand-new website! This will be the future home for all my stories, and it's where I'll be hosting my work moving forward.

Here's the cool part: chapters for all current stories will be launched at least 48 hours early on the website before they appear here. Plus, there will be some exclusive stories that I'll publish only on the website—stories you won't find anywhere else!

Now, let me put your minds at ease: the website is 100% free. There are no paid-to-read chapters, no sneaky fees, and absolutely no ads cluttering up the experience. I want the reading to feel as smooth and enjoyable as possible without any interruptions.

One thing I want to emphasize: the website is secure. It uses HTTPS, which means all the data exchanged between you and the website is encrypted. This ensures your browsing and reading experience is private and protected. You'll notice a little padlock icon in the browser's address bar when you visit—it's your assurance that the website is trustworthy and secure.

The website is still under development, and I'm handling everything myself (yes, coding and all that fun stuff). Over time, I'll be adding new features—some from my pre-planned list and others based on your suggestions—to make the experience even better for all of us.

Oh, and here's how you can find the website: it's called If for some reason the link isn't working or gets blocked, just remember this: "mz" (like the initials) plus "novels" dot com. Simple, right?

Thank you so much for your support, patience, and encouragement. I can't wait for you to check it out and see what's in store!

Happy reading.