![]() The girl had a large number of flower decorations on her head. ![]() Her sandals that seemed to be made of cork slapped against the sand as she ran. Mikoto looked over and saw Uiharu Kazari running her way. “M-Misaka-saaan…” came a small and pitiable voice from a bit of a distance away. She pulled on the chest portion of the suit and felt along the butt portion of the suit to assure herself that she really was wearing a swimsuit and not just body paint. Then the lack of feeling made her suddenly wonder if she was wearing it at all, and she shuddered in the same way she had countless times that day. I didn’t know you were free to choose your swimsuit! I should have actually read the pamphlet… I brought it because this is a school-related event. It was so effective that she sometimes felt like she wasn't wearing anything at all.Īhh, dammit. The swimsuit had so much cutting-edge technology packed into it that even an Olympic swimmer would be envious, but Mikoto did not particularly like it. It was the designated swimsuit for Tokiwadai Middle School’s power measurement tests. The back of the swimsuit was open, and it was held in place by an "H"-shaped band. The swimsuit gave a killer whale-like impression. She was wearing a black racing swimsuit with curving white lines on it. Mikoto lifted her arms up to stretch her back. Nnn… After the plane, the linear motor train, and all the other things I rode on, this sure does feel liberating. The wind brought her the sound of crashing waves and the smell of salt. ![]() She felt the intense rays of the sun roasting her skin, the low-humidity wind blowing at her face, and the soft sand under her feet through her sandals. It may have been wrong to express it in such a simple and abstract way, but that was the first thing that came to mind when Misaka Mikoto looked up at the blue sky. ![]()
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