The man standing in front of Touma Kamijou has long bright red hair and a tattoo under his right eye that looks like a barcode. I don't know if it can be scanned out. His attitude is very contemptuous.
"Because no matter how conscientious she is, she can't resist torture or drugs to force a confession!"
"It makes you feel heartbroken to think that such a girl will fall into the hands of that kind of guy, right?"
Seeing the other party saying these words so lightly, Touma Kamijou could already imagine that the Foodie Nun Index he had picked up would be furious after bearing such a heavy burden.
"You guy!"
Touma Kamijou, who was bungee jumping, had enough friction on his ankles to make him explode with powerful force. He waved his fists and left questioningly.
"Who are you anyway?"
The other party held a cigarette in his mouth and smiled contemptuously. This kind of attitude and actions should not be too easy to predict.
It was a normal reaction, and he punched me hard in the face.
It's a pity that an ordinary person like you is not qualified to slap my handsome cheek.
"Stiyl. Magnus!"
The figure swayed again, Stiyl straightened his figure with a cigarette in his mouth, turned around and looked at Touma Kamijou, who was staggering past with a fist.
"Although I want to introduce myself as my birth name, I'll use [Fortis931] here!"
"[Fortis] means strong, but the etymology is not important."
"This is a magic name, are you not used to it?"
Touma Kamijou was stunned, a magician, a magician again, shouldn't these things be in fairy tales??
Stiyl looked at him, exhaled a puff of smoke, and continued, "We magicians, when we use magic, must report our magic name. This is a practice that is still difficult to understand."
It seemed that Stiyl was a little unaccustomed to this habit and seemed dismissive, but still signed up as usual.
"But the most important thing is to report your magic name. Between us, it's more like self-reporting... [Killing Name]!"
Stiyl, whose eyes are getting sharper, has completely explained their habits clearly, and it's time to really start.
Slowly taking off the cigarette from his mouth, the palm full of rings looked very unconventional. He tossed it lightly and the burning cigarette flew out of the aisle.
"Fire!"
Boom!
With the soft whisper of Stiyl, the cigarette butts randomly discarded in mid-air suddenly burst into terrifying flames.
The blazing flames swept outside the aisle and gathered on his palm under the gesture of Stiyl.
The endless flames seemed to have taken form, spinning and converging into a fireball held high.
Touma Kamijou, with its flame ribbon trail, blocking the strong light, was sweating slightly.
"Is this... magic?"
His right hand was in front of him, but Touma Kamijou was unsure in his heart.
Does my right hand work when faced with an incomprehensible phenomenon like magic?
If it was a supernatural power, I could eliminate it with one punch with my right hand.
But I still know nothing about powers other than superpowers.
"Gift that gives pain to giants!"
Stiyl was like a middle school boy playing with flames, showing a rather classic smile, waving the flames and sweeping towards Touma Kamijou, directly drowning him.
Flames filled the entire aisle, and the scorching temperature and strong wind blew Stiyl's cloak.
Looking at his masterpiece, Stiyl touched his head.
"Is it too harsh?"
He slowly closed his eyes and lowered his head, as if he was worshiping the underworld.
"It's really a pity, but at your level, you can't beat me no matter how many times you fight me."
Raising the suspended fire in his hand, powerful flames can burst out at any time, but unfortunately, it's all over.
Clenching his palms, the fire was extinguished, and Stiyl turned around, preparing to receive Index.
"Who are you talking about..."
A sudden voice came from behind, causing Stiyl to stop walking, showing a slightly surprised expression, turning his head to look at the flames that were gradually extinguishing, and the figure standing there unharmed in the smoke.
"You said who can't beat you no matter how many times you fight?"
"How is that possible!"
Touma Kamijou was wrapped around the smoke that had not yet dissipated. He waved his right hand, as if tearing it apart. He looked at his right hand with a frightened expression and a hint of certainty.
"Really, that's true, what am I afraid of!"
"Even that monk's robe, can't I destroy it with my right hand?"
Stiyl Listening to the other party's words, sweat broke out slightly on his forehead, and he raised his eyebrows. He was a little unbelievable, but he immediately knew whether the other party's words were true.
The flame in the palm burst out again, and with a wave of his hand, it was like pulling out a sword, and the flame turned into a blade and swept away.
The flame blade that blocked the way arrived in front of Touma Kamijou in an instant.
The latter raised his palm, which could wipe out all powers except supernatural powers, and grabbed it hard.
Buzz!
A shattering sound rang out.
The invisible flame was crushed directly like glass. Stiyl looked at Touma Kamijou and twitched the corner of his mouth, he understood.
"That's it, I finally know!"
"I know the real culprit who destroyed [Action Church]!"
He also thought of a document he had read, in which there was a being with the legendary ability to obliterate all mysterious powers.
Unexpectedly, he met him!
He slowly lowered his head, shadows covered his eyes, and he began to sing lowly.
"One of the five elements that build the world, the great Primordial Flame!"
As Stiyl sang, a circle of flames appeared under his feet and began to spin. Such a strange sight made Touma Kamijou stop and frown, watching the flames gather again, it seemed different from before.
"It is the light of grace that breeds life, and it is the light of sanction that punishes evil. While it brings stability and happiness, it is also the cold bad luck that destroys the cold darkness."
The seemingly long mantra was actually chanted very quickly. The flames that were constantly gathering in Stiyl's hands showed even more powerful temperature and light than before.
"His name is Flame, and his job is Sword!"
"Appear! Eat my body and turn it into power!"
Roar~
Roars roared from the flames wrapped around Stiyl's body. The twisted flames continued to form and expand. The scorching high temperature melted the labels on Touma Kamijou's dormitory, and the handles turned red and softened.
Like a guardian monster behind his back, Stiyl looked at Touma Kamijou.
"King of Witch Hunters [Innocentius], its name stands for [Certain Kill]!"
The flames behind the monster-like human line of flames roared and waved their fists, distorting the air with high temperature, and came towards Touma Kamijou.
This made Touma Kamijou look solemn. He had never seen this weird phenomenon before.
But... it should be a question every day!
With sharp eyes, he shouted in a deep voice.
"Stop being in the way!"
He swung his flailing arms out, instantly wiping out the flame monster in front of him.