Miroku's Wind Tunnel の小説・ストーリー

"You think you are a king, Baraka? You are a coward hiding behind dirt!" Kael threw both of his hands into the air. The stagnant, dust-choked air of the Makuyuni pass suddenly violently twisted. Kael’s aerokinesis didn't just generate wind; it manipulated the atmospheric pressure itself. He summoned a localized, Category 5 wind shear directly in the center of the pass.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

The hoop… had definitely been raised by at least 30 centimeters. “YAMADA MIUUUUU!” Takuto roared, waving the honey-soaked rope like a battle flag. “You called~?” Miu peeked out from a huddle of girls, crumbs of honey bread at the corner of her lips. “CEO~ You should know… the working world is cruel~” Takuto retreated to the equipment shed, chalk in hand, drawing a battle strategy map on the floor. “Knowns: Miu has past-life memory She knows all my athletic habits

“Just can’t blow it to pieces! I can make it OD on my drug - that’ll keep its organs intact. Mostly. We just gotta subdue it for a sec.” “Oh yeah, no worries, super easy. We can choke it while we’re all halfway down its throat. That’ll subdue it.” “Hey, don’t look at me! I didn’t think it would be half the size of our ship!” As they ran, Miko came and hovered alongside them. She was scratched up and a little bruised, but her armor absorbed the brunt of the damage she suffered. “I can attempt to stun it,” she said. “But I do not think it will be very effective - it is too large an organism.”

“Using paper clones. What a smart trick!” Xerxes exclaimed in awe. He’d been a disciple of the Maiko Sect and heard about paper clones. Unfortunately, the spell had been lost through time, so he didn’t know how to use it. The next second, energy waves erupted from the tunnel. Just as the two clones entered, heatwaves burst out. Numerous orange wind blades blasted out from the tunnel. There seemed to be a mysterious, deadly flame within each of them.

Kazimir roared. He didn't just command; he acted. He grabbed Elara by the tactical vest and hauled her behind the thick casing of a cryo-chamber just as a Micro-Laser (a high-intensity, narrow beam of light capable of cutting through steel) sliced through the air, melting a line across the floor where they had been standing seconds before.

The wind speed was jumping in a pattern that made no sense for a storm. "Did you see that?" Miri asked. She was sitting at a desk made of old wooden pallets, her fingers flying across a keyboard. She was the group’s visual specialist: she could look at a blurry photo and see things no one else could. "The weather flare," Jax whispered. "It’s Adrian Vance; he’s using the SOS pulse."