Editing Toaru Majutsu no Index:MvM Chapter7 (section)

===Part 3===

Even as Mikoto and Shokuhou grappled, they recalled the contract they had made with Reincarnation Goddess Salinagaritina: any world is fine as long as she’s not in it.

The reincarnation goddess hadn’t been saying she would bring them to a world where they could settle their differences.

Only one of them would be returning.

Then Earth could fit that definition.

Bikini armor Mikoto pulled out an arcade coin and dropped it. Dancer Shokuhou started to aim her TV remote before throwing it aside.

After the three treasures ceremony and the battle with the dorm manager from hell, the Level 5 girls were too worn out to even use their powers properly.

So what?

At this point, it came down to a one-on-one fistfight.

They saw the “let’s settle this” look in each other’s eyes.

So they were confident the other felt the same way they did.

“I-I’m never trusting humans again!! Wahhhhhh!!!”

The elf felt betrayed and wept. She must have been expecting a beautiful ending of newfound friendship after everyone – enemy and ally – worked together to defeat the final boss.

Such purity.

But no one from Celesaqphere had any way of actually intervening and stopping those two.

“Gahhhhhhh!!”

“Gwohhhhhh!?”

The two girls shouted from the bottom of their gut and charged at each other from point-blank range. Mikoto threw a punch and Shokuhou just barely dodged by tripping over nothing.

No one tried to stop them.

Their intensity was too frightening.

“Did you think you could defeat me in a physical battle without a plan? You know that isn’t your style.”

“I might prefer mind games, but I have my pride.”

There was no logic to it. It wasn’t even about their personal preferences. This confrontation must have been destined from the moment they were born.

They felt certain they were ''linked'' in that way.

“Rahhh!!!” “Rahhh!!!”

First, Shokuhou gathered strength in her shoulders and made a full-body tackle.

Holding Shokuhou back with her arms, Mikoto slammed her forehead down into Shokuhou’s back.

“Tch.”

“Why you!!”

After moving a bit apart on their knees, their hands flew at the same moment.

Shokuhou still went with a slap, but Mikoto threw an actual punch.

Slipping past the cross counter, Mikoto landed her fist directly in the center of the queen’s lovely face. Shokuhou’s slap found only air.

“Gh!?”

Shokuhou grunted but somehow managed to stop herself from staggering back. She was past complaining about being unathletic. She was out of breath and dizzy, but her adrenaline temporarily forced her mind past the weariness and pain.

But before she could make a counterattack, Mikoto made her next move.

Mikoto grabbed the long blonde hair spreading in the wind.

While Mikoto had short hair and wore solid bikini armor, Shokuhou had long hair, wore a dancer outfit with lots of frilly parts, and even wore a handbag diagonally across her chest. That gave Mikoto plenty of handholds to grab at.

“You’d better not call foul at this point!!”

A second punch exploded out at close range.

A metallic smell splattered out.

But it was Mikoto who groaned.

Shokuhou had guarded her face with an arm wrapped in a thin cloth. Mikoto’s fist had hit that, but it felt odd.

Shokuhou had placed her hard plastic remote below the cloth.

The punch had only damaged Mikoto’s fist.

“What was that about not calling foul!?”

Shokuhou had some room for movement even with her long hair in Mikoto’s grasp. She swung a cloth containing several remotes, aiming for the side of Mikoto’s head. That was a makeshift morning star.

“What is that, a convict’s handmade weapon!?”

Pissed, Mikoto threw sand in Shokuhou’s face. Technically, it was the fine dust created by breaking the stone floor during the fight with the dorm manager.

Blinded, it was Shokuhou who staggered.

Mikoto didn’t overlook the opportunity.

She stomped hard on Shokuhou’s foot to keep her from moving and thrust both her palms out in front. Unable to see it coming, Shokuhou fell hard. To keep Mikoto from climbing on top of her, Shokuhou rolled to the side.

“Did you think you could get away like that!?”

“Gah!?”

Shokuhou felt a great pressure.

Mikoto had used her thighs to constrict her right arm and neck.

With clean pressure on her carotid artery, she would pass out in less than 30 seconds.

“When you get to hell, tell them a middle schooler’s thighs sent you!!”

“Ghhh...chomp!!”

An unthinkable pain caused Mikoto to release the chokehold and spring to her feet. Of all things, Shokuhou had bit Mikoto’s calf hard.

“Is nothing off limits for you!?”

Quite a thing to say after grabbing her hair and blinding her.

They both got up.

They glared at each other.

That was all it took. With no signal, they both raised their voices and charged.