A Certain Magical Index (とある魔術の禁書目録)

Oh! I give up!

Prereques for the ESP Card Experiment.

A great Level Zero like me is really supposed to

know something about that?

Ugh...!

Imagine Breaker.

The marvelous power attributed to my right hand.

This baby can cancel out any other

extraordinary power with a single touch.

Great as that sounds, though, it doesn't do

a damn thing to help with summer vacation homework.

It's been a busy day to say the least.

Mikoto Misaka pressured me into playing her boyfriend,

and then I was chased around by some Aztec magician.

Just one crazy thing after another.

And, what it all comes down to is...

my homework is nowhere near complete.

I get it! Magical Powered Kanamin takes

the Parts of Ether and the lotus staff for

the Elementals and reproduces them in smaller,

plastic counterparts, right?

How perfectly representative...

Index. Do me a favor, huh?

I won't ask that you stop watching TV altogether.

Think you could turn it down, though?

Toma, you never do anything fun with me!

Why else do you think I'm always escaping

into the world of television, huh?

Auh!

Hey! Why are you picking now of all times

to bug me about this? I'm busy! Uh, speaking of which.

What happened to that sheet I was working on?

And that problem set? And my math book?

Ah, hey, Toma!

Yeah? You find something?

Did you know it's after three o'clock.

Huh?

It's past time for my afternoon snack.

Rotten luck.

Soon I will have you, Index Librorum Prohibitorum.

The List of Prohibited Books. Yes.

Oh, wow. It sure was a lot of trouble locating

this worksheet in the pile of comic books it had

found its way into.

So, Toma, am I great, or am I great? Just say it.

Come on, I know there's something you want to say to me.

Isn't there?

Yeah? How about you just tell me what it is?

You want to say thanks for the work I did

to help you and you would like to show your gratitude

with an appropriate reward.

You already ate my pudding! Is that not enough?

Maybe that would be good!

In just five short hours,

you can make your own tofu hamburger!

I already told you, I don't have time for that sorta thing!

It's after five now, so there're about seven hours 'til midnight.

So even if I don't plan on sleeping at all,

that's less than fifteen hours before school!

Fifteen hours to finish all my...

It's not healthy to put so much pressure on yourself.

Your brain has to work harder than usual when you're

on the edge of a nervous breakdown. Take it easy.

Of all people, she tells me this?

The time has come.

Wind Magic Bowstring!

Striking Bowstring!

Not here.

I just felt a chill down my spine.

Toma! Toma! Can I order anything I want from the menu?

Why say it like that? What do you want, exactly?

How about, uh, the most expensive thing!

How about whatever gets here the fastest

and shuts you up?

That's not nice!

So there we were at a restaurant, hoping to fill

the endless void that is Index's stomach.

And I was busy plugging away at what was

left of my homework.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Eh, eh, ahhh!

There you are.

Now... time for battle.

My report on the development of esper abilities!

I'm so sorry! I'll be right back

with something to clean it up!

Well, think about it this way.

You can still make out the letters, can't you?

I had three whole pages completed.

...to a new sheet of paper.

You don't have to think it all up again,

just rewrite it, so it shouldn't take you

nearly as long as the first time.

With this shot the battle begins.

Sunder Magic Bowstring!

Ahhh!

Hyah!

Damn it! What the hell are you--

Behind you now.

I did not foresee this possibility.

I would like to limit unnecessary loss of life.

Surrender yourself, and I will take

no further action against you.

So long as I achieve my objective, I--

M-My homework.

It's been turned into confetti.

Hey, you jerk! This is all your fault!

You better have pen and paper, 'cause you're gonna fix this!

Yeah! You're gonna redo my homework!

That's not my concern.

Oh, yeah? Well, unfortunately for you,

I'm feeling a little bit violent today.

Where'd you--?

Ah--!

Allow me to put this simply.

I am not interested in childish games.

So what are you doing here?

And what is it you want with Index?

Think it over, boy.

If you're aware that this girl's mind

contains the one hundred three thousand volumes

of the List of Prohibited Books--

I see. You're a magician, huh?

Indeed I am.

Transparent Bowstring!

Hold it, you bastard!

Ah!

I feel something small and soft.

Uh, is that you, Index?

Uh!

What... was that?

Damn, where did he go?

Um... excuse me, sir.

Eh...

This wasn't really what I had in mind

when I got her a cell phone, but...

Why'd I expect her to answer? Damn!

Where do I even start looking?

Hey, Sphinx!

Hey! Where are you going, cat?

Wait up, will ya?

A hotel? It must have a thousand rooms!

Is that where Index is?

Over there? Hey, Index!

You stupid feline!

Don't you have any sense of obligation to your master?

Index gave you a home, and this is how you repay her?

Come on, you. We're gonna keep looking for her.

I am impressed.

In this short of a time, you've already untied two knots.

You can tie this rope in however many painful knots you want,

but I refuse to give in

to your stupid torture techniques.

As I have already said,

causing you pain is not my primary objective.

My desire is to obtain a grimoire.

And to accomplish that, I'll need your assistance.

Now, then.

I must first raise a magical field

for amplification purposes.

What is that magician planning to do with Index?

Ugh! Where am I even supposed to look?

Whoa!

Hey, sorry! Uh...

It's you! What the heck are you even doing here?

I mean, geez! It seems like you're always

frantically running around somewhere.

And would it kill you to call and let me know you're okay?

Oh. I guess you don't have my number,

so that would probably make it kinda difficult, huh?

Wha--Hey... wait!

Honestly! You're always doing this!

Stop messing around with me! Hey, what's wrong?

Really, you look like you're about

to cry or something.

Can't you see I'm in a hurry?

First there's the homework,

and the restaurant,

and the kidnapping!

So what? What is it you want?

Oh. Well, I, uh.

It's--It's nothing. It's just that after

everything that happened, I thought, well...

Ya know, forget about it.

There's nothing specific I want from you or anything.

I mean, after all, what would there be right?

Sorry!

Are you kidding me? All of that and you run off again?

Seriously, you jerk!

Is this a ritual staging ground?