Temperature Control

"Natsume-san, isn't your ability temperature control? Anyway, this kind of weather is your home field. Do you still need to buy so much shaved ice to cool down?" Misaka asked with a hint of curiosity, holding three shaved ices in one hand and her schoolbag on her shoulder with the other.

"Atmosphere, this is the atmosphere!" Although she wanted to loudly express her twisted logic in her mind, Natsume said something completely different.

"No, this has nothing to do with ability. It's just that I like sweets. But what about you, Misaka-senpai? You seem to like frogs a lot. I remember it's called Gekota." Natsume's eyes fell on the frog-shaped doll hanging from Misaka's schoolbag.

"Oh, yes, I have no resistance to cute things. So you know Gekota, Natsume-san? Let me tell you, Gekota has many stories. There are also many related introductions on TV, and there's even a legend that as long as it's in a pond on a dark and windy night, Gekota…"

Natsume seemed to have activated something in Misaka after mentioning Gekota and Misaka began enthusiastically introducing the frog doll in her hand to Natsume.

Misaka had a mouth that couldn't stop talking for twenty minutes and a personality that would discharge electricity wildly when she was unhappy, although it was not convenient to specify which world this special information came from.

It's really impressive that Misaka-senpai knows so much about frogs, Natsume thought with some amazement.

She could go on for twenty minutes, talking about Gekota's deeds from all angles, as well as the various specialty stores scattered around.

Natsume now knew exactly how many stores in the seventh school district were related to Gekota, their approximate locations, and could even pinpoint them from the memory of the Academy City map she had studied earlier.

"It turns out that Gekota has so many stories," Natsume Enako said with a smile. As if she had thought of something, she stopped, put the shaved ice on the ground, stretched out her hands to Misaka, and let the temperature in her hands drop sharply.

Senior Misaka also noticed Natsume's actions and seemed a little confused.

But then, a large number of water drops began falling from midair into Natsume's hands, quickly condensing into small ice cubes and finally forming a small frog-shaped ice Gekota. Misaka's eyes widened unconsciously, unable to look away.

Using her ability for mimicry development was much more difficult than using it normally. As Natsume condensed the frog Gekota in her hand, her expression finally relaxed.

Although the scope of using her ability wasn't large—only the palm and the top of her hand—the computing power required was no less at all, and the fineness of the ice Gekota had to be carefully considered. The Gekota in her hand could be said to have been carved bit by bit, using computing power to imitate Misaka's Gekota pendant.

She had almost fully understood all the details of Gekota, and now, she too had become a master in the world of Gekota.

"For you, Misaka-senpai." Natsume said as she held the Gekota with both hands. Then, she was caught off guard when the excited Misaka grabbed both her hands, leaning close to Natsume, staring at the Gekota, and observing it carefully.

"Thank you." Misaka expressed her heartfelt thanks, of course, having already put the shaved ice on the ground.

Natsume held the ice sculpture in her hand, while Misaka held Natsume's hand. The scene suddenly became a bit awkward.

Natsume's face was a little flushed and confused, her whole body stiff. She was slightly dazed by the perfume Misaka wore, the elegant and simple scent mixed with a hint of sweat. She couldn't help but think of some inexplicable things.

"It seems that the school rules don't allow perfume to be sprayed." Natsume's mind flashed through the Tokiwadai school rules and student dormitory guidelines she had memorized.

Having worked hard to learn the rules of being a proper lady, Natsume could practically be a part-time member of the discipline committee at a regular school (not Academy City's discipline committee), and would jump out to regulate behavior if she wasn't careful.

Let's put aside the inappropriate topic of school rules for now. Anyway, Natsume was blushing a little, but not in the shy way.

"I'm sorry, I scared you. I was just a little too excited when I saw this rare Gekota. It's a normal human reaction, so don't take it to heart." Misaka withdrew her hands a bit embarrassed. Despite the fact that this ice Gekota would only last for a little while, Misaka was indescribably happy.

"I can understand that. Everyone can't help but be moved when seeing something they like. It's a normal reaction." Natsume nodded in agreement, as if she fully understood what Misaka was saying. Compared to the other level 5s, Misaka in front of her seemed much more normal. She could be said to be the only one with a truly normal personality among the level 5s.

"It's okay. Misaka-senpao helped me a lot. By the way, this is for you, Misaka-senpai." Natsume shook her head to indicate that she didn't mind. Misaka, on the side, carefully picked up the little ice Guata with a satisfied look on her face.

Misaka Mikoto and Natsume Enako walked into the student dormitory together. It might have been club activity time, as there were no people in the dormitory, and even the dormitory supervisor couldn't be seen.

"Natsume-san, I'm sorry, I scattered your shaved ice." Misaka put her hands together and said apologetically.

Maybe due to some big movements, some of the shaved ice had completely scattered, and the fruit sauce and ice had mixed together.

Just when Natsume wanted to express that the mixture of the two was actually more delicious, some chaotic voices reached her ears.

"I want to move my cabinet here, yes, it's here."

"It's next to my sister's bookcase, Kuroko is so happy."

"Wow, this is my sister's wardrobe, so many clothes, school uniforms, shirts, frog-pattern socks? There are even strawberry-pattern…"

"Puff, whirr." (Onomatopoeia!)

As soon as the voice finished, a wave of wind and waves caused by the violent reaction force between the shoes and the ground, and the scattered electric currents spread through the nearby space. The gust of wind blew Natsume's skirt, making it rustle, but she remained calm and did nothing.

Is it really impossible without the ability of level 6 updraft? Someone seemed to have remembered something else, and their thoughts wandered inadvertently.

"That voice sounds a bit like Shirai-san… No, it is Shirai-san! Looks like the plot of A Certain Scientific Railgun is about to begin," Natsume thought for a moment. The other party had seemed to say out her name, but Shirai Kuroko had been maintaining law and order on the street not long ago. Now, she had appeared in the student dormitory earlier than Natsume.

The spatial ability is still useful! Space is king, time is supreme. Natsume thinks the spatial system is the most powerful ability in Academy City. If you can't beat it, you can run away. Modern society emphasizes mobility.

She's gone off-topic again. Can she please pay attention to Misaka current situation? Misaka just ran up to the second floor in an instant.

Shirai Kuroko's dormitory move-in operation, or something?!

It sounds very exciting: a certain railgun Level 5 vs. a space movement Level 4...

*Rooaarr* A resounding rumble of lightning have appeared.

Natsume's thoughts were interrupted, and she quickly reacted, running up to the second floor in a hurry.

"Ah, where is my door? Such a big door?" As Natsume Enako ran up to the second floor, her legs went limp when she noticed that her door seemed to be gone.

Classmate Shirai Kuroko was lying under the door of her room, 210, along with several nearby dormitory doors. The door to room 208 was also among the casualties.

Shirai Kuroko had fallen far from her position in the corridor, and next to her was the angry Misaka, her body crackling with pale blue electric sparks. Even her hair was violently entangled with electrons because of her anger.

Not caring about her own door, Kuroko-san was in a bad state. There were traces of electric shock all over her body, and several doors were blocking her movements. She seemed to be having difficulty breathing.

However, her face showed an unnatural blush, a strange smile lingering at the corner of her mouth, and she was holding a fat bag with a strawberry pattern in her hand. (She doesn't know if this thing will be blocked.)

Well, it seems that she should pay more attention to her own door.

"Misaka-senpai, what happened?" Natsume asked, though she almost already knew the answer.

"There's a pervert in the dormitory, secretly looking through my things. I absolutely cannot forgive it!" Misaka's face was a little red, and she looked very angry.

"Natsume-san, you have to be careful too. Go back and check if anything is missing," Misaka suddenly said to Natsume with some concern.

"Eh, this shouldn't be possible," Natsume replied hesitantly. To be honest, she didn't think this classmate would be interested in her.

While Misaka was talking to Natsume, Shirai Kuroko looked at Natsume with a gaze that made Natsume take a step back unconsciously. The raging anger in Kuroko's eyes almost burst out.

It's terrible. Is this the legendary fanatic fan? Although they were both fans, Natsume considered herself a rational fan. She liked it silently in her heart.

As for the door that she had accidentally run away with, it was probably Misaka who had used it as a weapon to deal with hooligans when she was angry. Although most of the dormitory door were made of wood, many had small parts made of steel.

Thinking this, Natsume didn't blame Misaka. After all, a large weapon like a door was indeed suitable for dealing with someone who could move around in a small environment.

"Hey, you're wearing a Tokiwadai uniform, but why did you secretly look through my things? You'd better tell me everything, otherwise…" The sound of electricity crackled, and Misaka, clenching her fists with veins bulging on her temples, emitted a dazzling current from her hands.

Natsume couldn't help swallowing but didn't worry too much about Shirai Kuroko. After all, Misaka was very sensible. A voltage of 100,000 volts shouldn't be enough to kill a Level 4 ability user.