"... So," Haru said, "How did you know what is happening right now, exactly?"
They were standing next to a wind turbine. The clone was somehow spinning the blade with the electricity generated through her body, and he was right next to her, clad in his hospital green shirt and pants, looking very out of place. He still had no idea how spinning a wind turbine would help whoever was fighting Accelerator at this moment, but the clone's conviction held him there.
"All Misaka's are clones, and therefore we all share similar brainwave frequency patterns. Through this we can form a brainwave network with our esper abilities, sharing our thoughts in a quasi telepathic manner, and we are able to transfer information."
"Okay, I'm at least 50% sure that brainwaves don't work that way... but I can't talk, since I am the one with the ability to control hypothetical particles that travel faster than time." Haru began to visualize the large information network formed over thousands of brains together... No secrets were hidden, as every experience was shared all over the network... Which meant...
"So, are they aware of your visual and auditory senses? Are they able to hear us now?"
"Negative. Individual Misaka's can withhold information from the entire network. I am currently only receiving information from the network. They are aware that I am alive, but I find myself alienated from the rest of them for some reason."
So secrets were able to be hidden by the individual members. Interesting. "So, how does spinning this turbine help?"
"Someone else is currently fighting Accelerator for our sake. In order to help him, we must disrupt the wind patterns to negate the attack made by his opponent." The blades of the turbines continuously rotated. All over the city wind turbines generated airflow with their blades, creating gales everywhere. Sparks of electricity escaped from the fueled motors.
"So, if they are fighting right now, whoever he is..." Haru pulled out his S3, and began to slide his fingers across the screen. "I can watch them in real time... ah, hacking, how I love you..." Haru muttered as he typed rapidly within his phone. "Let's see... hey, Imouto, do you know where they are fighting?"
"They are currently within the same place you and Accelerator fought before." She kept the answer short, concentrating on fueling the generator.
"The same switchyard, I see." Haru searched within the surveillance camera records, searching for the serial number of the recording device located within the cargo hold. Normally this process would take hours of careful program setup, but he already had made his preparations while being stuck within the hospital room. He only needed to copy the direct results of his work, tap into the security flow of digital videos... and, boom, now he had access to the records real time. Now all he needed to do was to find the correct camera... while searching, he briefly began to wonder the identity of the person courageous enough to take Accelerator head on. Was it some normal citizen, currently being toyed around by Accelerator, like a cat playing around with its food before swallowing?
TCG2UPA-MTFVVB2—the serial number for the nearest camera to the cargo hold. Hijacking the control of the software, he wired the live footage the device was receiving directly onto his phone. Now, he shall see who was fighting against Accelerator... and it was...
"KAMIJOU TOUMA?" Haru cried out in surprise as his grip on the phone tightened. "How the heck is he fighting Accelerator right now? I didn't even tell him the proper situation—!"
The clone glanced at Haru's direction at his sudden outburst, tilting her head in confusion. "Do you know the person fighting Accelerator?"
"Yeah, I met him before." Haru began to switch cameras, attempting to find the optimal view of the battle. "He is currently lying on the train tracks for some reason though... and... holy dutch ovens! Is that a spirit bomb!?" Haru gasped at the digital screen. Accelerator was standing in front of unconscious Touma, his hands outstretched, a large white ball of energy being formed above him.
"Yeah, I'm calling BS on this one. Only people with pure heart can manipulate life energy around them to form the Spirit Bomb. There is no way he can do that..."
And then, something peculiar happened; the white swirl of energy above Accelerator slowly began to diminish over time, much to his surprise; soon there was nothing left.
"Mm, still confused as to what exactly happened. Did you guys do something? How would controlling the wind turbines affect his powers?" He looked over to the clone.
"Accelerator is currently generating plasma by controlling the wind direction and compressing the air into one spot," the clone explained, "If there is an even a slight disturbance within the wind, his control over the gases are affected."
Man, physics. How awesome was that? He had no idea someone could create plasma by compressing the air; outside of his particle physics related info he had little knowledge of other powers. In his defense, he doubted that there were any other people who could make purely mental, extremely complex calculations involving the major list of mechanics and theories the great thinkers of the past came up with.
One had to appreciate the power in numbers. All around the Academy City there was a clone assigned to a turbine, giving a boost to the battle to Touma's advantage. He observed her, as her hand stretched out toward the turbine, manipulating electricity to spin the blades of the wind turbine. Sparks danced around her body in a sort of hypnotic way as energy crackled around her.
"... Zaza." He muttered.
"Sorry, Misaka was unable to hear you." She seemed to place her full concentration on the turbine.
"Zaza." He repeated as she turned to face him. "Cute nickname for a girl who can zap people, no?"
She stood there, silent, wondering where he was going with this.
"Yeah... Zaza. And it sounds feminine too, at least in western romance languages. I think I'll call you Zaza. What do you think of that name?" He grinned at her, expecting either her positive or negative response. "Oop, hold that thought," Haru held his hand up before the clone could reply. "Things are getting interesting..."
Much to everyone's surprise, Touma stood up once more. That guy just won't die, it seems. In slow steps he stalked toward Accelerator, who grinned in excitement at his slow approach. It was a shame really, the surveillance cameras didn't bother to record audio. Perhaps laser microphones were a bit too much to place into every camera.
Accelerator burst forward, flying straight toward Kamijou. The latter ducked, and in several swift motions, he countered the former's desperate jab and punched him straight in the jaw. Accelerator made a foolish move as flying toward him only added extra needed momentum to Touma's punch... if he stuck to ranged attacks it would have been all over.
"Touma, you magnificent bastard..." Haru had a broad grin on his face, engrossed within the digital display of his smartphone. "I READ YOUR LIGHT NOVEL!"*
Kamijou really did deserve a nickname, for this accomplishment... from now on, he will call him...
Tou-man.