Editing Toaru Majutsu no Index:GT Volume6 Chapter4 (section)

===Part 1===

20 minutes.

If Transcendent Aradia wasn’t defeated and Shibuya wasn’t freed in 20 minutes, the Bologna Succubus would die even if she did reach the hospital.

But that meant she could still be saved if Kamijou Touma ended it here.

He stood at the center of the scramble crossing surrounded by the rioters who had even climbed onto the roofs of the abandoned donut truck and red fire truck.

“Each good deed goes rewarded and add triple strength.”

The witch goddess with just the one shadow sneered at him.

Her long silver hair and enormous wimple spread out behind her.

She twirled the index finger pointed his way.

“Defeating the Bologna Succubus counts as a good deed because it will free Shibuya from these rioting witch hunters. Thus, Triple Reload will reward me. So feel the power of my triple-boosted good magic, root cause!!”

An explosive boom shook the air.

But it ''did not'' come from the beam of light launched from Aradia’s hand.

It came from directly in front of Kamijou Touma where his right fist had obliterated that attack.

“You say it was ''good'' that the Bologna Succubus collapsed from her injuries?”

He was fully confident now.

He held his fist out and roared with something entirely different from a solid strategy.

“I’m gonna destroy that shitty illusion right this instant!!”

That was their cue.

Kamijou made the first move, leaning his weight forward and taking off running.

A motley mixture of people surrounded the scramble crossing. He would normally have been crushed to death by the 100 thousand witches and a lot of the witches would have been killed along with him.

But that didn’t happen.

The Bologna Succubus was on death’s door, her body was disconcertingly cold, and she couldn’t support her own weight, but she hadn’t released the subtle version of Cold Mistress she was applying to Shibuya as a whole. The witch hunters held back the witches, giving Kamijou Touma freedom to move. The timing was so perfect it felt like a miracle.

And why cower in fear when he could fight?

He had to repay her.

They had never met before today and she shouldn’t have known anything about him, but she had still decided he was innocent and trusted in him. He had to repay her for that and help her survive! Surely that would end far better than listening to the tempting words of a witch who toyed with the concepts of good and evil for her own benefit!!

“Ohhh!!”

He ran right up to her.

Aradia swung her lithe right hand. She snatched an empty sweet roll wrapper from the wind. That counted as picking up litter – a ''good deed''. Instead of stepping back out of his range, she had chosen to reload and keep her chain of good deed attacks going.

His own actions had guided her in that direction.

She could fire projectile attacks and the Bologna Succubus said she was skilled at aerial battles. That meant his best chance was to move into punching range before she could use any of the many cards in her deck.

He had not set this up. The Bologna Succubus had.

Both of those Transcendents could fly, so the fact that they had been staring each other down in the scramble crossing meant they had both already taken a decent amount of damage.

He wasn’t going to waste that.

No matter what.

All he could do was slam his fist into her face!!

“''Wind.''”

“!?”

A dry popping sound diverted the course of his fist.

Aradia had pressed two fingers against her lips like she was about to whistle. He had seen magic that produced an explosive gust of wind before.

Imagine Breaker could destroy any magic.

But at the same time…

(I see what she did.)

He had been overwhelmed by extreme numbers before.

Othinus had even tried to break his right arm with magic too powerful for him to fully negate.

But this was different. This was no more powerful than the magic the witches serving her had recorded in their looseleaf papers.

(She ''used'' the negation to alter the path of my fist!)

It was similar to how a bullet fired through a thick tank of water would have its ballistic path altered. Destroying the magic had caused his fist to waver just a bit.

And it didn’t end there.

“I let you avoid that ‘collision’.”

His fist swung right past her face while she stepped up past his wrist and placed her palm on his chest.

“Wasn’t that kind of me? Now take that good deed back at triple strength.”

“!?”

The simple “collision” energy was multiplied by three, so an impact far more powerful than his original punch tried to shatter every bone in his body.

At the last second, he twisted his body to avoid a direct hit. His jacket was caught in the wind and it was shredded like a hail of gunfire had hit it. A direct hit from that would have smashed up his ribs and stabbed them into his organs.

However…

“I’m not done yet.”

“Damn you!!”

“''I let you avoid that ‘collision’.'' Hee hee. Good deeds are still praised no matter how many times you do them. Hit or miss, my Triple Reload keeps the chain going.”

A direct hit could be fatal.

But every miss tripled the risk from the next attack. And it had all begun when he allowed her to snatch an empty sweet roll wrapper from the wind.

There was only one path to survival.

“Then I’ll stop that snowball from rolling any further!!”

“''I thought you’d say that.''”

She made it sound like she had read his mind.

He didn’t have time to tense his body. He had already started swinging his fist.

Aradia instead gently spread her arms as if welcoming her enemy. Then she tapped her bare foot against the ground.

Almost like she was popping an invisible balloon underfoot.

The boom sounded like a bomb going off. A thick wall of wind spread out around her in all 360 degrees.

There was no defense against it. The donut-shaped shockwave hit Kamijou and he doubled over like he had been hit by an invisible tackle. The breath was knocked out of him and he flew several meters back before hitting the ground. Even though he had been leaning forward with his full body weight.

“Kah, gwah!! Agh!?”

He couldn’t get up from the hard, cold crosswalk.

While he was struggling to get new air in his lungs, an alluring voice slipped into his ears.

“The overall power should be tripling each time, but that didn’t seem as powerful, did it? It isn’t as deadly against an individual when I spread that power out over a wide area, is it?”

Kamijou’s breaths were still shallow.

He knew where Aradia was going with this.

The witch goddess removed her finger from her chin, gently spread her arms, and smiled thinly at the center of the cracked scramble crossing.

She spoke below the moonlight distorting the nightscape behind her.

“''Aren’t I such a merciful witch for sparing your life like that? Another good deed to be tripled.''”