I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

At this time, Misaka Mikoto hadn't fully realized what kind of tenacious creature her exclusive pendant mount was.

"Uuuuu... Big sister! Big sister actually hooked up outside after having Kuroko." Kuroko Shirai ejected at a completely unscientific speed and crashed into Misaka Mikoto's arms.

“Honey...rose...”

"There's more than one stealing cat." Kuroko Shirai rubbed his head against Misaka Mikoto's chest.

"You bastard..." Misaka Mikoto was annoyed, shaking Shirai Kuroko's shoulders heavily. "I'm still worried about you in vain."

Angrily, she was about to put the socks back in, but was stopped by Shirai Kuroko.

"Wait a moment!"

"What's wrong with you?" Misaka Mikoto's forehead began to burst out.

"If...if possible." Kuroko Shirai showed a look of hope.

"I wish I could stuff that." She gestured to the fat time on Misaka Mikoto's other hand.

"..."

"Heizi!!!" The girl's roar resounded throughout the student dormitory.

Subsequently.

"Noisy!" A terrifying icy voice came from outside the door.

"I'm sorry! Lord Housekeeper." Misaka Mikoto and Shirai Kuroko were completely synchronized.

···

The white windmill was turning upside down silently, which was a special phenomenon that occurred only for those with electrical abilities nearby.

"Hello... Misaka tried to make the other party aware of himself, and then said."

Wearing a summer uniform of Tokiwadai, the girl with short and medium brown hair stood in front of Kurumi and greeted Kurumi with a calm tone.

A beautiful face and almost godless pupils appeared in Kurumi's eyes.

"Misaka...sister." Kurumi realized the existence of the girl in front of him.

"Yes, I'm Misaka No. 4396. While Misaka replied, she hoped that the other party could recall her." Sister Misaka kept her expression completely flat and without the slightest bit of expression.

Kurumi sighed, it seems that his plan to instigate Bu Shutuxin to implant emotional modules on his sisters did not succeed.

"You were that Misaka sister that night." Kurumi touched Misaka No. 4396's head.

On the night she faced off against Misaka Mikoto, she once met a Misaka sister near the school garden.With Kurumi's sensitivity to time, Misaka-san's lifespan is almost like a clock.

She has a special way of identifying Misaka sisters.

"Irrelevant personnel~ Is that right?" Kurumi said playfully.

"Misaka felt 'joy' while rejecting the other's head touching behavior, and the other party remembered him." Sister Misaka said. "Misaka protested in a low voice that the other party treated Misaka as a child."

"Ah, it's so cute." Kurumi withdrew his hand and asked. "Is there something wrong with me?"

"The deep man with the tattoo on his face hopes to use Misaka to inform the other party that the designer of the tree diagram has completed the calculation." Sister Misaka shook and said.

"Meanwhile, Misaka lost the opponent's hand and felt 'lost'. Misaka hinted."

Chapter 27 When I saw my sister, I knew that a young boy was about to appear

A clone with the same appearance as Misaka Mikoto.

A product created as a result of a dark experiment in Academy City.

In a sense, the Misaka sisters and Misaka Mikoto... no, it should be said that the Misaka sisters and the 'last work' have a relationship similar to that between Kurumi and the clones.

Facing the Misaka No. 4396 who didn't make any expression and just stared straight at Kurumi, Kurumi smiled, and then reached out and touched the top of her head.

"nya——" Unlike Misaka Mikoto, Misaka's sister didn't change her face, she was very stiff and cute.

But this kind of strange cuteness... a little unexpectedly cute.

"Let's go." After saying goodbye to Toshin Toshin, Kurumi left with Sister Misaka.

I knew in my heart that if it wasn't for a mission or an experiment, it would be almost impossible to see Miss Misaka outside the institute.

Kurumi felt a little pity in his heart.

···

Although the girl had no expression on her face, she looked around at everything around her with unusually holy and longing eyes.

For the Misaka sisters, who only took two weeks to manufacture, and taught all the necessary knowledge with a learning device, every minute, every second, and every bit of being outside is very precious.

It is a precious experience that I cherish to share with every sister.

The two took the bus to the seventh school district.

This kind of slow and expensive means of transportation just happened to see the scenery along the way of Academy City. Misaka No. 4396 was lying on the edge of the window, feeling the wind blowing, and the tips of his brown hair were flying.

It didn't have the good smell of Misaka Mikoto's body, but there was a little smell similar to hospital disinfectant between the ends of her hair.

"Please don't stick your head and hands out of the window." The bus driver pressed a preset button.

Sister Misaka heard the prompt and sat back very respectfully, then straightened her body.