Editing Toaru Majutsu no Index:Item7 Chapter3 (section)

===Part 1===

Mugino Shizuri glared at an LCD TV.

While lying on a yoga mat.



“Ton-toko-ton ton-toko-ton-ton♪ Raise your hands, stretch your back, push your chest out, and hold that position. Keep holding it as you slowly breathe out for 20 seconds.”


District 15.

The giant broadcast tower had two observation decks, but it wasn’t well known that the upper observation deck was a luxury hotel.

A few of Item’s hideouts had been blown up by rockets one after another, so they had ended up living there for the time being.

However, Morning Call, the bomber targeting Frenda, had been killed and the biker gang operating outside of Academy City had been eliminated. Peace had returned to the world and the dark side criminal girls had no job and way too much time on their hands.

Kinuhata cut across the large living room and gave the online show a skeptical look.

“Isn’t yoga a form of meditation using motions with a mythological basis? Is there super any point to removing the foundational philosophy and just mimicking the poses?”

“Shut up. I don’t care what it is if it works.”

“But…this bust-increasing yoga is supposed to make your boobs bigger, so if it does work, won’t it mean more fat on your body, increasing your weight?”

Mugino just about physically fired Meltdowner, so Takitsubo had to hold her back. She remained expressionless as that monster swung her around. Kinuhata departed with a flip of her thick jacket. She hadn’t said where she was going, but a movie theater would be a good guess.

“Mugino.”

“What the hell is this yoga crap? It’s a pain in the ass and putting up with it only means your weight goes up!? I’ve had it! Why must everything be so complicated!? I hope humanity dies off!!”

(I think Kinuhata was only pretending not to be interested. She glanced over at the screen, so she must have been checking the title.)

“Lash out if you want, but not even using Meltdowner as a retrorocket will save you if this tower falls over. Do you want to be a stain on the ground?”

“…”

Kinuhata had already left.

Without a specific individual to lock onto, Mugino’s anger cooled quickly. And the daughter of the wicked Mugino Family wasn’t the type to fight human civilization to stop the environmental damage visible around her.

Mugino seemed to finally come back to her senses.

“Takitsubo, what are you investigating?”

“Remember that Morning Call bomber? She’s dead, but she may have left behind some gifts. Like bomb storehouses or a bomb manufacturing lab. Even without a criminal plot behind it, we don’t want an accidental explosion killing a bunch of innocent people, do we?”

“You can just let Frenda handle that.”

“Mugino, are you serious? The battle is over and today is our day off. I can’t ask her to come back when she’s meeting with her family.”