Aoko Number One's sneak attack could not be called despicable. It could only be described as utterly shameless.
If she had known in advance, Aoko Number Two would have easily dodged that blow. At the very least, she could have kept her hood from being pulled off.
But now, caught off guard, her hood was torn away, exposing the existence of Aoko Number Two and Alice Number Two.
Their exposure would not cause any real crisis. They simply did not want to draw too much attention from the Counter Force, nor did they want to invite unnecessary trouble.
Just like now, everyone's gazes drifted back and forth between the two Aokos and the two Alices as they whispered among themselves.
But for Aoko Number Two, this was not entirely a bad thing. Since her identity had been exposed, matters had instead become simpler.
Aoko Number One's actions had thoroughly enraged Aoko Number Two.
Aoko's personality had always been the sort that preferred throwing hands over running her mouth.
Now that there were two Aokos, the outcome was obvious.
The two then began a plain, unadorned fight. They were still somewhat restrained and did not use the power of a Magician, relying purely on fists and kicks.
Surprised to find there was a show to watch, everyone began gathering around. From time to time, they even offered commentary, treating it like a spectacle.
Aoko Number Two: "What the hell is wrong with you? Itching for a beating? Eat this kick."
Aoko Number One: "You're the one itching for a beating. Eat this punch."
The two Aokos clashed. They used the same moves and the same style of attack. Aside from their clothes, there was practically no difference between them.
But Aoko Number One was only seventeen, after all. Whether in experience