Toaru Majutsu no Index:NT Volume5 Chapter1
Chapter 1: All of a Sudden, It Begins. Open_the_Festival.
Kamijou Touma woke up on a bench in front of the station.
He frowned at the sound of a train he could hear through the clear November air, sat up, and looked around. A familiar Academy City station lay before him. The people walking by paid him no heed. He was just a part of the Academy City scenery and all he could see was more of the Academy City scenery.
Kamijou Touma had no idea how or why he had ended up in such a familiar place.
(…Huh? I remember heading to Baggage City in Eastern Europe after dealing with the incident on the Hawaiian Islands, but what happened after that???)
He remembered up to having his right hand crushed by the eyepatch girl who seemed to lead Gremlin, but what had happened after that? He tried to remember, but it was buried under the static of pain and terror. His mind was still feeling a bit hazy, so it was possible he would be able to remember more clearly later.
But the bizarreness of the situation gradually caught up to him.
That uneasy feeling stabbed into him along with the chilly wind and seemed to slip in under his skin.
Someone must have brought him here from Baggage City.
That was almost certainly true. But doing so could not have been easy. Baggage City in Eastern Europe and Japan in the Far East were almost on the complete opposite sides of the world. Getting something as suspicious as an unconscious boy across national borders would have been extremely difficult.
Kamijou was inside Academy City. That city was protected by security of a different sort from the country of Japan. A few groups of magicians had snuck into the city in the past, but could they have done so as easily if they were carrying an unconscious boy with them?
And yet someone had clearly done so.
Someone had carried Kamijou Touma halfway around the world and then disappeared without a trace.
He thought for a bit.
(Fiamma of the Right. And…Ollerus was it? Was it them!?)
He looked around frantically, but saw nothing but the familiar scenery of Academy City and the usual boys and girls walking past. He saw no sign of the magician who had once brought about World War 3 and shaken the planet earth and the human race, or the man who had apparently gone even further.
Suddenly, he heard a footstep.
In that crowded area, that sort of human noise should not have stood out. And yet that noise slipped directly into Kamijou’s ears and stabbed into his brain like it was a drop of water falling from the ceiling deep in a cave. Something cold ran down his spine. The noise had come from directly behind him. Someone was approaching from behind the bench he had been sleeping on.
Who was it?
Was it Fiamma of the Right?
Was it the man named Ollerus?
As previously stated, carrying Kamijou Touma to Academy City had to have been difficult. Since they had done so anyways, they must have had a reason that made it worth all that effort. And that reason would not necessarily be something carried out in secret.
Kamijou silently clenched his right fist.
Once his fist was clenched hard as a rock, he slowly, slowly turned around.
And he found…
It was Fukiyose Seiri, his (large-breasted) classmate who had long, black hair that showed off her forehead. The high school girl wore the long-sleeved sailor uniform that was their school’s winter uniform, and she held a large plastic bag in each hand. The bags were not filled with food from a supermarket or convenience store. Instead, they seemed to have supplies such as stationery and tools.
“Why are you here? And what are you doing?”
“…What am I doing?” said Fukiyose, starting in a low voice. “You’re the one that has completely skipped out on the preparations for the Ichihanaransai, Kamijou Toumaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!”
His vision grew tinged with white. Fukiyose had swung one of the plastic bags which had directly hit him, but it felt oddly hard and heavy. It turned out to contain a giant role of duct tape.
“No, wait! Fukiyose, that thing’s like the improvised weapon of a convict!! Gbh!? My head’s gonna split open!!”
“Shut up!! This is what you get!!”
Fukiyose pulled the weaponized roll of duct tape out of the plastic bag and tore of a long piece of the wide tape. She used that to bind Kamijou’s hands behind his back.
“I’m taking you into school now!! We’re extremely shorthanded for making the stand for our class!!”
“Now? …Wait, now!? But, um…I’d kinda like to head back to my dorm first. I’m kinda wondering how Index is doing!!”
Ignoring Kamijou’s shouts of protest, the great policewoman Fukiyose Seiri carried her prisoner off to face his punishment.