Volume 1, Chapter 2 Part 6

Kicking the ground, Chikori ran towards Sumika, pushing through wind.

She wouldn’t purposefully let herself lose.

The girl understood.

That if she didn’t let out all her power here, she couldn’t show Sumika’s power to Homura.

For that reason, she dashed with all her strength.

She was faster than Sumika, in order to strike her attack at the target.

But―

(-!?)

Chikori noticed.

Even if she ran and ran, no matter how much she ran, her distance with Sumika was mysteriously not decreasing.

That was Sumika’s sorcery.

Supplementary Chant ChannelReverse Spell. Performing chanting while doing normal conversation by mixing magical musical scales inside casual words, a magician’s super high class technique. Behind a word or two that Sumika said before she took out the binder, she was laying out sorcery that distorted space. Her trump card. This was a trick so that she could buy time in order to prepare for that trump card.

“As expected……!”

“――”

On the other hand, Sumika inhaled a deep breath once, heightening her magic power.

Golden wind gushed out from her whole body.

Fanned by that wind that was filled with Sumika’s magic power, the binder opened.

It was several hundreds of loose leaves, turned over and over with large scattered sound.

From among those papers, Sumika tore off several papers.

Torn off paper scraps.

It was the abominable descriptor of truth that by no means should be disclosed, brought back by a person named Laban Shrewsbury from the library of an alternate world.

[Celaeno Fragments] ―the paper was the duplicate of it.

With that duplicate in hand, when Sumika closed her eyes ―she put the words that connected her with the abyss of space in her mouth.

Look up now the really high place of blue sky

The seething stars shine brilliantly in blasphemy announcing the engraving of fate to thy

The walking person riding the wind o god of the great white silence

Break the eternal admonishment and stand up tear up the sky and come here

Every stick and stone altogether for the sake of mowing down with thy power

Together with those words, the scrap papers in Sumika’s hand were wrapped in flame, transforming their shape.

From paper―into a single [silver bullet].

The girl agilely loaded it into the revolver, and directed the gun muzzle at the running near Chikori.

That was, authentically, the style of the serious Hoshikawa Sumika.

Five years ago―the hero that saved her, and also the life of all the people in this world.

Kamishiro Homura. Idolizing him, she wished to become like him, and she reached this single culmination.

The name was―.

Turning a duplicate of the grimoire that recorded the descriptor of evil god into a bullet, the power of god that until now only Homura could handle could be shot. It was only in a restrictive shape but she showed that she could exercise the power, the original grand sorcery of Hoshikawa Sumika that made her be called as a S-rank magician.

And then the name of evil god the (Great Old One) that was written in the [Celaeno Fragments] was―

“Ruin madly. ― Ithaqua!!!!”

Announcing the true name of evil god hidden in the abyss of space, the trigger of the magic bullet was pulled.

The firing hammer struck the detonator, what burst out from the gun muzzle was―a freezing storm.

Mowing down house, blowing away forest, even the topography could be changed, the power of the storm god.

That power was compressed until the limit, taking the shape of a large eagle, it was shot aiming at Chikori.

The atmosphere touched by the silver eagle was frozen absolutely, every little bit of it, blasting everything like a storm striking.

It rode through the air while scattering apart diamond dusts generated from that.

Cold and storm. Chikori, who now had the position reversed in front of such overwhelming destructive power was―

“-!”

Chikori collected all her remaining magic power in her right fist.

What was born was a fist of light, as if white lightning was conceived in it.

Against that highly dense magic power, the surrounding space was distorted like a heat haze.

Her fist right now was exactly, truly, carrying the power that could break even the earth’s crust.

The power to break even a star.

But even possessing such power―it couldn’t break this power of god.

No matter what she understood that completely.

It was like throwing a pebble at a truck that was rushing at you.

Ithaqua’s presence was just that overwhelming.

After all, just by the silver eagle showing its figure, the temperature of the surrounding atmosphere was lowered until below the freezing point in one go.

If she threw her body at this mass of cold then there would be nothing at all that she could do.

Her current self couldn’t deal against this no matter how.

She lost.

No matter how she struggled she would lose.

But―for that reason, Chikori was proud.

The girt that she idolized, was possessing a power that was far out of reach from her current self.

(Master, you see!? This is the Hoshikawa Sumika!)

Along with a great joy, Chikori swung her fist of light and met the approaching Ithaqua’s manifestation.

Her defeat was already decisive.

But even so, right now she couldn’t stop exhausting all her power for the sake of her benefactor.

From her ankle to her waist, from her waist to her shoulder, from her shoulder to her wrist.

Her rotation with her whole body operating together put a marvelous piercing power into her fist.

That single strike with all her heart that one couldn’t complain at all―

“This is as far as it goes.”

Instantly, Homura who cut in between Ithaqua and Chikori, easily blocked her fist with his left hand.

So easily like catching the ball in catch-ball.

“……eh,”

Chikori raised a surprised voice.

However Homura’s action didn’t stop with just that.

Blocking the fist that could even break a star with his one left hand, Homura’s remaining right hand was opened in front of the approaching silver eagle,

“Vanish.”

One word. Announcing a word of compressed chant, using dimension element fifth grade(supreme level) sorcery・Space-Time Crushing, that was said was unusable except by the S-rank magician of Britain, the silver eagle together with the space was crushed in Homura’s grip.

- gushari*, along with an unpleasant sound, the crushed Ithaqua’s manifestation dispersed into air.

Scattered feathers from the flying eagle fell onto the ground gently, freezing the floor slightly.

“Wha……”

Sumika leaked out a taken aback voice from that sight.

Certainly, the other party was the . The hero that saved the world.

Undoubtedly, he was the most excellent magician in human history.

However, at the time he was expelled from human society, he received a measure from the that was .

It was the chain that suppressed his power that could possibly ruin the world by his lonesome.

The dragon vein that existed in this planet, the magic power of the earth itself had 70% of it used to power this sealing sorcery.

It was said that while this seal was working, although he was the but he was unable to use his power except just ten percent of it.

Yet despite so―

(Just with his ten percent, the difference between us is still this much…-)

What Sumika summoned was unmistakably an avatar of god. The manifestation of that power.

Yet that power, was so easily crushed like that…

“……”

In this moment, Sumika clearly comprehended it.

Yesterday, the words that Homura said―

{From the point of view of an (me), things like the classification of (you) is just like comparing the heights of acorn.}

Now she understood that it was exactly just like he said.

Those words were not disdain or provocation at all.

Homura was just saying the truth without any varnishing from his mouth.

After all even with ninety percent of his power sealed, he could still use sorcery that couldn’t be used except by S-rank.

In front of him, whether it was a S-rank or an E-rank, there was not that much difference even compared to an acorn.

(……Everything was equally of little importance.)

It was an absurd difference of strength that one couldn’t even feel frustrated already about it.

Witnessing that, Sumika lowered her gaze as if hanging her head down,

“Hoshikawa Sumika. This match is my loss.”

She heard those words of Homura.

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