Editing Toaru Majutsu no Index:Item5 Chapter3 (section)

===Part 9===

Kinuhata Saiai was all alone in the dark city evening.

When the team’s tiny youngest member had been dragged underneath a 20-ton truck, the older members had all fled. Without a second thought.

“Dammit…”

She was leaning against a nearby vending machine.

Twenty tons had been a bit much even for her.

The fact that being in the light calmed her made her feel immature and childish.

A few softball-sized objects made of cardboard were lying on the street around here. Here and there. They had likely fallen from the back of the truck.

(Those are definitely industrial fireworks… No, those are bombs disguised to look like them. Are these spares they prepared just in case? Does this super mean the sabotage is real?)

She sighed.

Should she collect those for the sake of the innocent people who would be walking through here later on?

“Well, that would be more constructive than super messing with my phone.”

The truck had already driven off. While being dragged along the road which had acted like a giant file, she had managed to remove one side of her wireless earphones that could be tracked via GPS in case they were lost and attached it to the bottom of the truck, but she wasn’t sure how helpful that would be. After all, they had used the truck to run someone over. It was almost certainly stolen.

It irritated her she hadn’t just died there.

Because surviving meant she was still in the fight and had to deal with the problem.

The voice on the phone might be dead. With no support from her or the support group, Item was entirely isolated as the enemy hunted them down. And as a diversion or preparation for that, they would blow up or crush the hundreds of thousands at the fireworks show.

That last part was unacceptable.

Didn’t those fools realize that was unnecessary? Without that, Kinuhata’s spirit might have actually been broken.

She didn’t think of it like a movie.

She had no intention of acting like a hero in a movie.

Entertainment was fun because it wasn’t useful in anything else. It was meant to be enjoyed mindlessly.

So she switched to her work mode rather than her leisure mode.

And the dark side executioner spoke under her breath.

“Well, my life was wasting away in the shadows to begin with. I can at least repay them for taking me in. And I do owe the honest people out there for making life so super fun.”

She couldn’t forget.

The ordinary city she knew had been made by the ordinary people there.