It was another day being successful at school and Kail had opened his store in the night, he was a Mangaka that could draw things to perfection, colour to perfection and has a perfect grasp of anatomy.
Kail had warm brown hair and eyes...he looked like a certain railgun but that would not be farfetched to say, the living pikachu Mikoto Mikasa was his twin sister. She was sometimes so annoying when she talks about her level 6 theories.
He has over a 100 or so clones of his sister running around academy city and he would treat them the same as he treated his sister.
Kail's especially ability was called Brush of Imagination and he was a level 5.
and he was a Level 5 Esper whose power rivaled the most dangerous beings in Academy City.
Brush of Imagination allowed him to manifest anything he drew — objects, creatures, even complex machines — into reality. The better the detail, the stronger and more stable the creation. With his unparalleled skill in art, Kail's drawings could come to life with terrifying precision. A dragon swooping through the sky, a weapon that never jammed, even temporary environments that defied known physics — all possible with just ink, paper, and focus.
Tonight, his shop — a quiet little manga cafe tucked between District 7's back alleys — buzzed with an odd tension. A new customer had walked in just before closing. Hooded, quiet, and with the distinct hum of an Anti-Skill tracker device in their pocket.
Kail looked up from his desk. "We're closing soon," he said, voice even but not unkind.
The figure didn't move. "You're the one they call The Illustrator, right?".
The figure lifted his hood. "I need you to bring something to life."
Kail's lips twitched. "Touma, I'm not drawing a doujin character for you."
"B-But you have the ability to bring a man's dreams to life, you uave to?!!." Kail squinted his eyes and with a flick of his hand, a large palm threw out Touma with a strong but non-lethal force.
With the nuisance out of the way Kail sighed but he felt a strange sensation and sighed. His twin sister seemed to be close by and he could feel it, no literally?!! The two twins could sense each other.
He stepped out from behind the counter, rolling up the sleeves of his hoodie, and turned toward the door just as the café's automatic bell jingled again. A small spark crackled in the air before the door even fully opened.
"…Kail."
Mikasa Mikoto stood in the doorway, arms crossed, sparks dancing from her bangs like restless fireflies. Her Tokiwadai uniform was pristine, but her usual annoyed expression wasn't aimed at him—yet.
"You threw him again, didn't you?" she asked, walking in with a faint static pop under each footstep.
"He asked me to draw another busty magical girl. I'm a Mangaka, not his personal dream generator," Kail replied, waving his pen like a wand. "Besides, you know I only take commissions seriously when they've got a story, a soul. Not some perv fantasy."
Misaka huffed. "You could've just said no."
"I did." Kail motioned to the still-vibrating door.
She rolled her eyes, but didn't press further. "soo how have things been?."
Kail shrugged. "It's been quiet, I don't see much of the sisters lately."
Misaka looked down guiltily. She didn't want to tell her brother of the Level 6 Shift project where Accelerator would kill a large number of Misaka's to become a Level 6 esper.
But she didn't want her sisters being lab rats even if they were clones, the only solution that could solve that is....well she would have to fight Accelerator and she really did not want her brother to be involved. He may look innocent but only she would know how unstable he is once gets angry.
Kail tilted his head and scratched his cheek, he wondered why his sister was acting this way but he just shrugged. He clicked his fingers and a manga floated towards his arm. "So how did you like The Disastrous life if Saiki k. It's been selling a lot these days and I am releasing the final volume before I work on the new manga I'm creating."
Misaka blinked, grateful for the change in subject, though her frown lingered just a moment longer. "Saiki was...fine," she said, sitting in one of the plush chairs as if the tension in her body finally defused. "A bit too relatable, honestly. A psychic who wants peace but is surrounded by chaos." She gave him a sidelong glance. "Reminds me of someone."
Kail gave a short laugh, flipping through the manga's pages with practiced ease. "Please. If I had telepathy, I'd go insane by now. Drawing's enough of a brain drain." He paused at one panel, scrutinizing the line art, then gave a small nod of approval. "Still, you'd be surprised how many people actually like Saiki more for the absurdity around him. They come for the chaos. Stay for the dry commentary."
Misaka leaned back in her chair, arms folding behind her head. The electricity in her hair had mostly calmed, save for the occasional flicker. "So… what's this new manga about?"
Kail smiled and brought out a sketch of a black figure with countless lights spilling out of his eyes. "It's called, Mob Psycho 100."
Misaka raised an eyebrow, leaning forward to get a better look at the sketch. The figure on the paper looked ethereal — like a shadow forged from stardust and raw emotion, with eyes that looked like cosmic gates spilling stars and sorrow.
"Mob Psycho 100?" she echoed, tapping the sketch with her index finger. "Sounds like another psychic story."
"It is," Kail said, the corners of his mouth lifting with excitement. "But this one's different. It's not about having power — it's about what happens when you bottle it up. The main character, Mob, is just a middle schooler with psychic powers so vast he could tear the world in half if he let loose. But instead of going full god-mode, he holds everything in. His powers build up... and build up… until he hits one hundred percent emotional overload."
He paused, turning the sketch slightly so the starlit figure caught the soft glow of the desk lamp. "It's not about battles. It's about feelings. Pressure. Identity."
Misaka stared at the drawing for a moment, quiet. Then: "So... Saiki with an emotional crisis?"
Kail snorted. "Kinda. But with explosions. And broccoli."
Misaka blinked. "Broccoli."
"Yeah. You'll see." He winked, then tapped the edge of the paper. "This one's gonna be big. I can feel it."
As he was about to continue talking, he suddenly frowned. Mikasa didn't know this but like how they could sense each other, he could also sense all the Misaka's around Academy city, it was like how she used the Mikasa network but this one is more of something in his genes.
Out of the 10,000 Misaka's that were still on breathing, he felt them reduce to 9,999, a year ago they were about 20,001 but now it has reduced to such a pitiful number that made Kail think someone was mocking his sisters and killing each of them.
...it seems he would not allow that, Mikasa was connected to the Mikasa network so she must have definitely felt everything they did. Is that why she looked guilty?.
Kail tapped his finger on the desk continously making Mikasa tense and feel like she was being observed by countless invisible eyes. It was very uncomfortable when her twin brother had a an angry expression on him. "This will stop soon Misaka, do not worry about it."
Mikasa's mouth tightened, but she didn't speak.
She could feel the way Kail's power subtly surged. The lines of his drawings shimmered on the paper, their edges beginning to tremble like they might leap into life without command. Brush of Imagination responded to more than artistic intent—it responded to emotion. Anger made his sketches too sharp, too real.
"Kail," she finally said, carefully, like someone approaching a sleeping beast, "I didn't want to involve you. This whole Level 6 Shift experiment… it's disgusting. I know. But if you got caught in it, they'd either chain you in a lab or worse… put you on Accelerator's hit list."
Kail didn't answer immediately. He stood, walked past her, and opened the sliding panel to the back room of the café. Inside were scrolls, canvases, ink bottles, and paper—his arsenal. On one massive board hung sketches of the Sisters: running, smiling faintly, holding books or umbrellas or each other's hands.
Each of them was different, even in their ⁸
sameness.
He stared for a moment. Then, slowly, he pulled a fresh scroll from the wall and set it on the desk. With one finger, he summoned his brush pen from its holder. It hovered over the paper. His Personal Reality pulsed as it was covered by something else, something undetected.
"Are you using your Imagination layer again?" Misaka whispered, her voice just above a breath.
Kail didn't look up. "I have to."
The "Imagination Layer" was a theorized extension of his power—classified even above Level 5 by certain underground factions. Most thought it was a rumor: the idea that Kail could draw not only from physical reference, but from concepts, dreams, even alternate realities. If Brush of Imagination let him create reality from what he could draw, then the Imagination Layer allowed him to draw what should exist. What never did, but could.
Going beyond what a personal reality was, Kail began to enter the framework of actual reality, he was sure that doing this would cause a lot of pain since the energy he uses when he activates his Imagination layer is incompatible with his esper powers.
Anyways he wasn't really going to do anything dangerous, at most he would connect with all the sisters and use the ones close to Accelerator to talk to him.
His pen glowed before it turned into a thin multicoloured brush. His personal reality, the Brush of Imagination became an actual tool as he used his Imagination layer.
He began to draw on the paper a complex set of lines and pathways interconnecting and breaking away, soon enough, Kail was now controlling the body of a Mikasa about to fight Accelerator.
"Hmm, you all are emotionsless as ever, atleast scream when I break your bones." Acceleratora8ghed maniacally.
The Mikasa clone looked at him blankly before it's eyes became a pale brown. "You know....killing my sisters isn't something I wouldn't notice...though I do apologise for the 10,002 thay were lost. Anyways it's me, Kail, codenamed Illustrator."
Accelerator paused then sneered. "I'm suprised you aren't part of any experiment Illustrator."
The clone tilted its head. "Oh, I am, it's just they I don't always comply."
with what they want. Unlike you, I don't take orders from monsters in lab coats. And unlike you…" Kail's voice, now channeled through the clone, dropped into a sharper tone, "…I have people I actually care about."
The atmosphere shifted. Accelerator's grin faltered for a fraction of a second.
That pause was all Kail needed to analyze him. Even without seeing him in person, the clone's senses transmitted back — the faint hum of the Misaka Network, the way gravity twisted slightly near Accelerator, the subtle crackle of vector fields shifting invisibly. Kail's hand, still in the café, moved with exact precision, his brush sketching small glyphs in the air over the scroll that updated the real-time state of the clone's movements and surroundings.
"You think this project will make you something greater?" Kail said through the Misaka clone. "Ascension through genocide? It's pathetic."
Accelerator narrowed his eyes. "What are you planning to do, Artist-boy? Draw me a hug? Sketch out your feelings?"
Kail smiled. "Well I could just turn your Aim Field against you or put you I'm am illusion and relieve the deaths of the 10,002 Misaka clones you killed or....I could just kill you myself as I am not going to forgive you for what you did to them but unlike you, I know restraint and I have a sister who would be devastated if I crossed that line." Kail's voice, though still calm, carried an undeniable edge. "So no, I'm not going to kill you, Accelerator. Not today, anyway."
The Mikasa clone took a step forward, its pale brown eyes locking onto Accelerator's crimson ones. "But I am going to make you understand. You think you're fighting emotionless dolls, don't you? Just numbers in a grand experiment. You couldn't be more wrong."
Back in the café, Kail's brush danced across the scroll, intricate patterns forming around the lines representing the Mikasa clone. He wasn't drawing anything physical to manifest. Instead, he was drawing connections, pathways, directly into the ethereal Misaka Network.
Suddenly, the Mikasa clone fighting Accelerator shuddered. Its eyes flickered. Then, with a gasp, its face contorted into an expression of raw, unadulterated pain. It wasn't just feeling its own pain; it was feeling the pain of all the Sisters, past and present. The terror, the despair, the confusion, the dying moments of 10,002 lives, all channeled through Kail's Imagination Layer and flooding into that one clone.
Accelerator recoiled, his vector manipulation instinctively flaring around him. "What the hell is this?!" he snarled, watching the clone crumble to its knees, hands clutching its head. The sheer agony radiating from it was palpable, a chilling echo of countless deaths.
"This," Kail's voice resonated through the writhing clone, now laced with a cold fury, "is what you've done. This is the weight of your actions. Every scream, every drop of blood, every life you extinguished – it's all here. In them. In her."
The clone keeled over, convulsing on the ground, its body unable to handle the deluge of shared suffering. Misaka's network, under Kail's temporary manipulation, was broadcasting the collective anguish of every single Sister directly into that one body, amplifying it to an unbearable degree.
Accelerator, for the first time in a long time, looked genuinely disturbed. He was used to the cold, clinical nature of his experiments, the emotionless faces of the clones. This raw, visceral display of suffering was alien to him, a direct assault on his carefully constructed detachment. He could manipulate vectors, deflect attacks, but he couldn't deflect this.
"Stop it!" he bellowed, his voice losing its usual psychotic edge, replaced by a flicker of something akin to fear. "What are you doing?!"
"Making you feel it," Kail replied, his voice still cutting through the agony. "Making you see it. They aren't just statistics, Accelerator. They are lives. Each one a unique consciousness, a part of a family. And you're tearing that family apart."
Back in the café, Misaka stared at her brother, a mixture of awe and terror on her face. Kail's brow was furrowed in intense concentration, beads of sweat trickling down his temples. His Personal Reality was stretched to its absolute limit, the incompatible energies of the Imagination Layer warring with his esper power, causing faint tremors in the very air around him. The scroll on the desk pulsed with a soft, ominous light.
She knew this was dangerous. Pushing his power this far, tapping into a realm that blurred the lines between reality and imagination, could have catastrophic consequences for him. But she also saw the unyielding determination in his eyes. He wasn't doing this to prove a point; he was doing it out of a profound, protective rage for his sisters.
"You've taken enough," Kail whispered, his voice cracking slightly from the strain. He pulled his brush back, the glow around her fading. The Mikasa clone on the ground near Accelerator suddenly went limp, the collective pain receding, leaving it gasping for air, tears streaming down its face.
She was still alive, but she had been utterly broken by the experience. Of course it was Kail taking on the burden and not the actual clone, he was trying to show Accelerator something not break his sisters.
Accelerator stood frozen, staring at the collapsed clone, his reflection warping in the wetness of its tears. The maniacal laughter was gone, replaced by a heavy silence. The casual cruelty had vanished, leaving behind a stark, unsettling vulnerability.
Back at the cage, Kail groaned as he rubbed his head. "I think I'm not using the imagination layer for a while."