Multi-Anime: I Stand at the Forefront of Popularity Supremacy

Then, she immediately jumped out.

"Misaka!"

Touma sighed.

He had no way to jump down, so he could only head to the door, put on his shoes, grab Short-haired Mikoto's loafers that Kuroko had given him, and rush downstairs as well.

[Damn, a Misaka Sister!]

[Feels like the original.]

[Whether she's the original doesn't matter. The Railgun in this world seems able to freely enter the Misaka Sisters' bodies.]

[Railgun meets Railgun, an epic encounter.]

[This is it. This is what I wanted to see.]

Yes.

Short-haired Mikoto had spotted someone who looked very much like her.

Although the other girl wore an eyepatch, and although her chest seemed about as large as some blonde's, that familiar feeling...

"Um—"

Barefoot, Short-haired Mikoto called out to her.

"May I ask what you need? Misaka asks in confusion."

Long hair, Misaka, verbal tic.

It seemed to match up?

This world really wasn't her original world!

It all matched. Every bit of it.

The "her" of this world should be a long-haired girl with a very large chest.

—Wait, so I had that kind of potential?

Short-haired Mikoto lowered her head and looked at her own chest.

"An A-cup is already impressive. Misaka comforts you in a sympathetic tone."

Short-haired Mikoto: ???

[Everyone in my Danmaku room is dying of laughter.]

[Five minutes is already impressive.]

[I'm dead.]

[Getting pitied by herself from another world.]

[Ten thousand people petitioning for an Anime Series Version of the IF Line.]

[Even though this isn't what I wanted to see, this is pretty good too.]

"Misaka!"

Just then, a car stopped beside them.

Driver Tomi Yeri rolled down the window. "Sorry to keep you waiting."

"No. Misaka responds considerately."

The Misaka Sister gave Short-haired Mikoto a brief nod, then got into the car.

"What the hell...