"Kuroko?"
"Mhm, hah, mm~"
"Kuroko!!!"
"Mmm, hah hah, haa~ Onee-sama's scent."
"..."
Rip—
"What are your orders, Onee-sama!" With faint smoke rising from her body, the perverted girl who had returned to normal after a round of electric shock treatment sat upright and asked solemnly.
"Phew..." Letting out a long breath, Misaka Mikoto did not even dare look at the malicious stares of the surrounding gawkers. "Where are the handcuffs?"
Huh?
Shirai Kuroko raised her arm. The handcuffs were still locked around her wrist, but the other end had only one cuff ring left—the wrist that was supposed to be inside it was gone. Looking up toward Jiu Ming, she found the man in question standing there with his arms folded, smiling at her.
The mockery in his eyes poured over her without the slightest attempt at concealment.
"Onee-sama, shall we take him down together?"
"I happened to have something to discuss with him too, but... he's been holding that pose for almost a minute now." Misaka Mikoto spoke with a strange expression. Jiu Ming looked exceedingly odd right now, yet she could not say what was odd about him, because the Jiu Ming before her felt no different from before.
Shirai Kuroko picked up a small stone from the ground and threw it at him. The instant it struck, the Jiu Ming before everyone's eyes burst with a bang into a wisp of extremely fine grayish-green vapor and vanished.
"...A fake!"
"Hehe, honestly, that was almost too close." Jiu Ming stood by the roadside with a drink he had taken from a vending machine in hand, watching the scene from afar. Yes, taken. He had tried to be law-abiding and put money in, only to discover in astonishment that the machine had actually swallowed his money!!
Who could put