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"I'm not Misaka Mikoto. I'm her older brother, Misaka George."
George casually pulled his arm free from Shirai Kuroko's grasp and joked.
"Misaka-niisama? Onee-sama, so this is your taste… Well then, let me check if you really have what an older brother should!"
A glint of mischief flashed in Kuroko's eyes as she suddenly shot her hand toward George's lower half like a bolt of lightning.
However, before she could even get halfway, an actual surge of electricity erupted from George's body, knocking her to the ground.
"You really are something else."
George's lips twitched slightly as he shook his head. Then, turning to Index and Kazakiri Hyouka, he waved.
"Alright, I've got things to do, so I'll be heading out."
There was no reason for him to stick around. He might as well find a place to test out the magic he had just learned.
Shortly after George left, Kamijou Touma and Misaka Mikoto arrived at the scene.
Looking around at the chaotic aftermath, with Shirley unconscious on the ground and Kuroko groggily coming to her senses, they exchanged puzzled glances before Kamijou asked Index and Kazakiri Hyouka:
"What happened here?"
Index tilted her head curiously at Misaka Mikoto before pointing toward the still-unconscious Shirley.
"She attacked us just now, but luckily, your older brother, Misaka George, happened to be passing by and saved us. You two really look alike! If not for the different outfits, I wouldn't have been able to tell the difference at all."
Kazakiri Hyouka nodded quickly in agreement, backing up Index's statement.
However, Misaka Mikoto's expression froze.
"My older brother, Misaka George? …Since when did I have a brother?"
"Onee-sama, you had an older brother and never told me? You made a fool out of me!"
Kuroko, still red-faced, ran her fingers through her frizzed-up hair, attempting to smooth it out.
Just the thought of what had happened moments ago—how she had actually tried to grope Misaka Mikoto's "older brother"—was enough to send her into a spiral of secondhand embarrassment.
Absolute social death.
"I don't have a brother… A Misaka wearing men's clothing… I got it! It's her!"
Mikoto firmly denied the claim at first, but then, as realization struck, her body tensed up.
After the Clone Incident had ended, most of the Misaka Sisters were transferred to research facilities around the world for treatment due to Academy City's limited medical resources.
Only a handful of Misaka Sisters remained in Academy City's hospitals.
Most of them dressed exactly like her, the only difference being the military night vision goggles they always wore.
However, among them, there was only one Misaka Sister who preferred wearing men's clothing and was strong enough to defeat a female magician—the mutated No. 9981.
"Onee-sama, wasn't he your older brother?"
Kuroko asked curiously, still trying to make sense of the situation.
The others gathered around, equally curious.
"She's indeed related to me by blood, but she's not my older brother. Strictly speaking, she's my younger sister, though she prefers to dress as a boy."
Misaka Mikoto explained with some headache, noticing the intrigued looks on everyone's faces.
She had kept quiet about the Misaka Sister Incident because she had been worried about causing trouble for Shirai Kuroko and the others, especially when dealing with the upper echelons of Academy City. Now that the situation had come up, there was little choice but to explain it like this.
"Onee-sama, you actually have a younger sister? Which school does she go to in Academy City? Why didn't she come to our Tokiwadai Junior High? If she did, wouldn't that double the fun?"
Shirai Kuroko immediately got excited upon hearing about Mikoto's identical sister. If she transferred to their school, it would be twice as much fun, surely.
Misaka Mikoto quickly changed the subject.
"Kuroko, now's not the time to talk about this! We need to deal with this intruder first!"
Meanwhile, after George left, he first made sure to hide himself and check that there were no mini-robots from Aleister nearby. Only after confirming that was he able to use his phantom shift technique to disappear from his spot, reappearing in a remote area outside Academy City.
Academy City was swarming with surveillance micro-robots, so even with his invisibility, it wasn't convenient to do much there. Therefore, he found a spot outside the city to study and practice magic, only returning to Academy City when he needed to conduct experiments to enhance his abilities.
"The Kabbalah Ritual, creating a human figure from the earth."
George stood on the grass, slowly channeling his magic to draw the Kabbalah magic circle on the ground.
Using magic for this spell didn't necessarily require the use of wax crayons; it could be drawn directly with magic as well.
Shirley had used wax crayons because the crayons in her hand weren't ordinary—they were made with Holy Salt and Holy Oil, which could amplify the power of the stone statue once it was created.
As the magic circle completed, the earth beneath him began to tremble, gradually forming the shape of a stone figure. However, before the stone figure could fully take shape, it collapsed.
"Seems like it's not that easy. I'll need to practice more."
George wasn't discouraged by the failure. Instead, he smiled, because it proved that his magic could work in this world without being affected by his different magical power.
Magic in this world was quite unique. For example, the stone giant created through the Kabbalah ritual was based on the mythological tale of gods shaping humans from clay. It was a magical mimicry of that legend.
However, humans weren't gods and couldn't create true life. They could only create beings with limited intelligence, like this stone giant.
Most magic in this world followed a similar pattern, largely based on imitating mythological tales. Even many powerful magical artifacts were modeled after mythical relics, gaining immense power as a result.
In the beginning, this world had no magicians or espers, only raw stones—people born with supernatural abilities.
Magicians didn't have innate talent; they sought out supernatural power by mimicking mythological stories, overcoming immense odds with their will, luck, and insight, eventually becoming what we now know as magicians.
As a result, many magicians had very tough lives. For example, they couldn't save important people from fatal diseases, faced hunger and internal strife among their companions, or saw family members killed and had to bear great suffering for revenge.
In these extreme conditions, they transcended ordinary people to become magicians and create their own magical texts.
This made the passing down of magic traditions incredibly difficult. While there was no innate talent required, the mental fortitude needed for learning was extremely high, and true magicians were few and far between.
Moreover, most magicians appeared within religious contexts, where fanatics were more common, and mythological stories were abundant.
It wasn't until two extremely powerful magicians, Mathis and Visco, co-founded the Golden Dawn magical society that things began to change.
Together, with many powerful magicians, they integrated different magical systems from various religions, creating the foundation for modern Western magic and making it much easier to learn.
However, the once-powerful Golden Dawn soon fell apart due to internal strife for unknown reasons, leading to the deaths of its founders and most of its members.
(End of Chapter)