Editing Toaru Majutsu no Index:Crossover2 (section)

===Part 6===
 
'''(Quenser/Academy City)

He wanted to run away.

He wanted to go anywhere else with all his might.

“Nn.”

The pig-faced giant flinched back when the bob cut Asian in a pink track suit stared at him with leaden eyes.

But…

“Takitsubo-san, super what are you doing?”

“Ah.”

He did not have time to react rationally to the unfamiliar Asian language he heard from directly behind him.

He already knew this city and its residents were dangerous.

So.

“Owahh!?”

Quenser cried out as he turned around. He was not thinking about how the noise would grow distorted within the pig’s body. He also reflexively swiped his arm like he had seen a spider the size of his palm right next to his face

Yes.

He used the full strength of that gray pig-faced giant which rivaled construction machinery.

By the time he felt a chill more in the pit of his stomach than his spine, it was too late.

The gigantic hand hit the short girl not just on the face but on the entire upper body.

It took less than a second.

The girl with a brown bob cut and a knit dress was swept through the air and slammed into the emergency stairs entrance of the water tower behind her. She was sandwiched between the hand and the wall and a spider web of sinister cracks ran through the thick reinforced concrete around her.

Quenser felt like a driver who had hit someone with a giant quarry dump truck and then crashed into a nearby building.

Except…

“Oh, gh… That’s a real super way of saying hello, you pig bastard.”

(She’s talking!? How the hell could she still be alive!?)

Quenser had no idea if this meant he was saved or screwed and he could not seem to control his emotions. If this was not enough, he guessed she could survive a head-on attack from an assault rifle. However it had happened, the knit dress girl was alive. She was not even bleeding. And he felt something other than soft skin on his brutal palm. It was only a few millimeters, but that was still a few millimeters. There was something…yes, like a layer of compressed air there.

“Kinuhata. It seems he only understands English.”

“Ehh? I don’t know where something like this came from, but is that language really that super universal? Well, it doesn’t matter as long as it gets through to him.”

(She did that while unarmed? If she got close enough, she could probably punch a hole in the side of an armored truck…)

Quenser was dumbfounded, but then he heard the track suit girl’s carefree voice.

“More importantly, Kinuhata, are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Being this super solid is what’s kept me alive this long. Anyway, Takitsubo-san, is this the guy you were super talking about?”

“Yes.”

“If we made Hamazura deal with this, I bet he’d get a super pig look on his face too. Hah hah!”

The atmosphere relaxed around the cheerfully laughing girl, so it felt like none of it had actually happened. That was bizarre, but it at least meant she was not going to make gray pork skewers at the moment.

“Who would’ve thought that hypothesis would super show up here.”

The girl called Kinuhata viewed the nearly-4m giant with curiosity in her eyes and then she finally switched over to a language Quenser could understand.

“Well, if you don’t want to be super caught up in all the confusion, then come with us. I don’t know who you are or where you’re from, but you don’t want to be super chased around the city in some kind of witch hunt, do you?”

It looked like they could actually hold a conversation.

And he had yet to apologize for hitting her before.

He did not want to leave that dangling over their heads and ruin any chance he had to turn this around in a positive direction. He did not want to lose their help, so he hurriedly opened his mouth.

“S-sorry. My name is Quenser Barbotage. I know it’s hard to believe, but this is some kind of realistic costume. It had a zipper when I put it on, but…”

But he was under so much mental pressure from everything happening here that he had completely forgotten about one trait of this pig-faced bastard. The vibrations of his voice would travel from his gut to the top of his head and come out just like that Asian language he did not understand, similar to how the wavelengths colliding as they echoed through a cave could sound like sobbing.

''“Boo. I’m not interested in girls so flat you can’t tell their front from their back. Come back after you’ve had more milk.”

“…”

She smiled.

It was the impeccable smile of an angel.

(Hmm, that should just be random noise, but the look in her eyes tells me she’s made some kind of horrible misunderstanding!!)

“Wai-…”

A surging body rush began before Quenser could say anything more.