No matter where you ran or what you did to defend, the fear welling up within your own body would automatically kill you. So you could not run. You could not defend. Nothing you did held any meaning. You were dead before you could do anything. You were dead the second you stood on the same battlefield. All actions were robbed of all meaning. All fighting lost its reason to exist. As he was being directly targeted, Kamijou Touma’s heart should surely have stopped. Before Dáinsleif could actually do anything and before the sword could enter the battle directly. No reason was needed. That sword gave its target an instinctual fear that robbed them of all life. It should have completely killed that normal boy without leaving a scratch on him. And yet… He did not fall. Kamijou Touma did not fall. Even as he stood before Dáinsleif, the sword that would bring ruin to the world. He pushed aside his fear and his heart continued to function normally. Marian Slingeneyer frowned slightly. In response, Kamijou Touma held up his right fist. He would use it to deal with Marian as she held out that sheathed magic sword. “That attack is triggered by the fear of that powerful magic, so it will not work on me. I know that magic is not something that will hit me no matter what. With the power of my right hand…no, as long as I have the will to clench my fist, I can brush aside or negate it.” He could destroy magic. He could break illusions. Because he knew that, the fear was mitigated some. He was not merely on the receiving end. He knew he had a 50/50 chance of resisting, so he did not have to choose the option of giving up before fighting. That was why Kamijou Touma was able to fight. He could still stand up to that ultimate magic sword that would bring about the final battle of Norse mythology, Ragnarok. And meanwhile, Kumokawa Maria realized something else. She was able to calmly watch on. She had not fallen into confusion that bound her with the overwhelming fear produced by that magic sword. Kumokawa Maria did not know who that boy was and she did not know what Imagine Breaker was. However, the mere possibility of something that might be able to stand up to that magic sword was enough to lessen her fear and allow her heart to continue to beat. She had been protected. She had been saved. She had been rescued. Most likely, Oumi Shuri, Saflee Opendays, and the others who were not there had begun breathing again without Kumokawa Maria knowing. Something had appeared to force back the fear. Kumokawa Maria and the others’ hearts had not stopped due to an injury or an illness. Without the fear that had conquered Baggage City, they could return to their normal state. That was Kamijou Touma. That was Imagine Breaker. He had not done anything special. Just by being there – just by standing there – he had naturally avoided a tragedy and saved someone. A safe zone. A protagonist.
Posted on: Fri, 06 Sep 2013 18:12:38 +0000
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