Editing IndexVSDRRR Crossover Academy City Chapter (section)

===Part 6===

“Hurts….”

Accompanied by a cracking sound.

Kamijou Touma kicked the mangled vending machine out of the crumbling concrete wall. Then he wobbled outside.

Patter patter, the blood spilled from his forehead and dripped onto the ground.

“…That hurts, dammit! Are you from Ikebukuro as well, you bastard!?”

“Huh? What a surprise. I would get it if you had just dodged or blocked my attack, but you’re somehow still standing after taking a direct hit. You must be as solid as Simon, right?”

“…Another name I don’t recognize. Exactly how many people came here..?.”

“Well, anyway, I have just one question for you… Do you know about the flea?”

“Ahhhhhhhh, seriously!! How many people are from Ikebukuro!?”

Shouting, Kamijou suddenly charged towards Heiwajima Shizuo and tried to grab his shirt.

Sadly for him, even though it had been plunged into a river and had gotten wet, that did not change the fact that the shirt was a gift filled with memories from Shizuo’s brother.

And the most deadly thing was that when Kamijou grabbed the shirt, one of the buttons flew off.

Riiiiip.

The pointy-haired boy heard a strange sound.

It sounded like a bundle of steel wires being forcibly stretched on both ends like a rubber band.

However, he would never be able to guess what the sound actually had been.

Indeed.

No one could have thought that the sounds made by the straining of a mere human’s muscles could ring out like that.

“Ah.”

Just.

Blankly, he realized he had messed up.

''I guess I’m on the highway to hell now.'' (TL Note: Or literally, I’ve stepped on the death line – could be translated as “stepped on a landmine,” but that’s technically a different expression)

At that moment.

–––!!!!

All sound disappeared with a flick of his wrist.

“Ah.”

At the same time, strangely enough, Heiwajima Shizuo made a similar sound.

With just one hand, he had grabbed his collar and then threw.

He himself was probably the only one who could grasp what had happened.

The person who had been right in front of him, whose name he did not know, had been blasted away from the alley and made a spectacular sound of something splattering everywhere.

He couldn’t even imagine what happened to the boy – not even where he landed.

The man in a bartender’s suit, who was left all alone, muttered to himself with a face like he had accidentally ripped the paper while scooping goldfish because he had put too much strength into it.

“Shoot, I should’ve asked about the flea before smashing the fly…”