Monologue —He's flying.

A male high school student is flying right before my eyes.

He has ascended higher than the buildings, moving through the sky as freely as if he were walking on the ground.

ESP [Flight].

The ability to levitate oneself and move through the air.

It's simple... but troublesome.

We are down here on the ground.

He can pick any spot he wants from high above.

Moreover, what he's holding is just an ordinary slingshot.

The weapon itself isn't much.

But—

—Whiz.

A steel ball fired from above slams into the ground right in front of me.

...It would be dangerous if that hit.

Even an ordinary slingshot becomes a major threat when fired from a high place.

He doesn't have the power to attack directly.

That's exactly why he's utilizing his flight ability to its maximum potential.

"...Seriously, what a pain."

I tighten my grip on my short baton.

How do I drag an opponent in the sky down to the ground?

Thinking that, I looked up at Bunta.

—Even so.

That face.

He looks like such an ordinary guy you'd see anywhere, yet he's flying through the sky more freely than anyone.

...I might be just a little bit jealous.

—No.

Now isn't the time to be thinking about that.

First, I have to stop him.