If You're Going to Do It, Do It Right

By this point, Riezel and Gojo Satoru had entered the school building and arrived at a place resembling a chapel.

The facility was still rather old-fashioned. The floor, walls, and ceiling were all made of wood.

However, the space itself was quite expansive, allowing people to stretch their limbs a little.

Perhaps that was why Gojo Satoru had brought him here?

As that thought crossed Riezel's mind, the Doll that resembled a boxer was already charging into his view.

Facing the glove rapidly enlarging before his eyes, Riezel did not dodge. He simply stood there until the instant before it struck, then raised a hand and slapped it away.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Riezel, despite moving later, struck the Doll first. It was sent flying as though it had been flattened by the blow.

But then, the Doll that had been swatted away like a ball began ricocheting back and forth at an astonishing speed.

It first slammed heavily into a wall, its body flattening from the impact. Then, like a spring, it bounced back and struck another wall before being flung away again. The cycle repeated, accelerating constantly around Riezel as it flew back and forth without pause.

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"

Its elastic body allowed it to gain speed every time it bounced away. After dozens of accelerations, the Doll's form had become completely invisible. Only a faint streak could be seen flying around him—left, right, up, down—its crisscrossing path weaving a dense net that completely sealed off the space around Riezel.

"Ah-ta!"

At the same time, the flattened Doll bouncing around the chapel kept letting out strange cries as it threw punch after punch, turning its fists into countless afterimages that descended upon Riezel from all directions.

"It can do that too?"

Riezel was startled, but not so much