In a world ravaged by spacequakes, Accelerator, the unparalleled esper, sacrifices his power to protect Last Order. Unexpectedly, he is pulled into this new world with new rules, where spacequakes wreak havoc unpredictably. Now, the world's mightie...
He gently tightened the embrace of the small girl in his arms, cherishing her presence as if he she was special to him. That was because she was. The tired and trembling arms that were still limp and without strength embraced her again so tightly as to never let her go again.
The small girl he was embracing was Last Order who was peacefully sleeping in Accelerator's arms.
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Last Order nestled in the monster's arms.
As Accelerator gazed upon the slumbering small girl in his arms, an overwhelming surge of emotions welled up within him. There were countless words he wanted to tell her, a torrent of thoughts and feelings that threatened to consume him. Words a monster such as himself isn't fit to say.
Yet, he found himself unable to articulate them all, as if the weight of his emotions rendered him speechless.
Instead, he tightened his embrace of her delicate frame once more, a silent embrace that conveyed everything he longed to say. And so, he held her close, savoring the peace and serenity that radiated from her sleeping form.
A loud metallic and melodic ring resounded through the empty building, jolting Accelerator to open his eyes from his sleep. It turned out he fell asleep. He glanced down at his arms, now empty, and a surge of frustration and anger coursed through him. He was snapped back to the dark reality of his.
Gritting his teeth and clenching his fist, he muttered words barely audible, "Now I understand how the fucking hero does it."
Accelerator rose to his trembling feet, his tired body protesting each movement. He headed towards the coffee he had brewed to keep him going.
As he reached for the cup of coffee, he took a deep breath, preparing himself for the challenges that lay ahead. Accelerator's resolve remained unyielding; his determination fueled by the memory of the small girl who had nestled in his arms.
The simple and gentle memory driving him.
He was no longer fighting out of pure hatred but now out of something else.
With a trembling hand, he lifted the cup to his lips, He drank as if he was thirsty, which he is as some of the content slipped from the cup on his face.
Wiping off the spilled coffee he turned to the dark sky.
Accelerator knew that fighting Amata Kihara again won't be easy as he knows he would create any and all kinds of countermeasures for him and the aftermath will be a pain to deal with, but with Last Order's face imprinted in his mind and the taste of coffee lingering on his tongue, he would fight with every ounce of strength he possessed.
He grabbed his pistol from his pocket. fingers closed around the grip of the pistol in his pocket. With a deliberate motion, he cocked the pistol, the metallic sound echoing in the coffee shop like a sinister melody. The click of the mechanism ignited a perverse excited grin on his face.
