It must have taken him quite some time to read the report because the sky was completely covered in the darkness of night.
Kamijou ran through a shopping district at night.
The cat in his arms let out a sick-sounding mew at being shaken around.
Currently, Kamijou had no basis for his actions. He had no idea what Mikoto was doing, he had no idea where Mikoto was, and he had no idea if he should be worried about that. However, the vague situation that lack of knowledge gave him made him feel all the more uneasy. He ran on without knowing anything. It was like he was immersing himself in the action to rid himself of that unease.
He had no particular goal, but he had to search. That contradiction caused him to hurry even more. He had no choice but to blindly run around searching for Mikoto.
But he was also relieved.
He was relieved that he could actually worry about Mikoto again.
Kamijou ran on through a crowd. The blades of the distant wind turbines moved around slowly. Just as he started to think that he didn't feel any wind, he suddenly stopped.
The blades were spinning despite there being no wind.
A single turbine was slowly spinning about 100 meters away. He found it odd and then a likely explanation came to his mind.
The power generator was actually a motor. The motor had an interesting property. The central coil that was supposed to spin when electricity was used would create electricity upon being spun manually. And the motors would rotate when supplied with specific electromagnetic waves. That was how Academy City's latest microwave generators worked.
If the blades, and therefore motor, were spinning without any wind, then it must be reacting to invisible electromagnetic waves.
(If I head for that…)
Kamijou adjusted his grip on the cat and cut back and forth through the crowd. The boys and girls in the crowd focused on Kamijou who was disrupting the flow of the crowd, but he did not care. He did not have time to care.
At first the wind turbine had been only slightly shaking making it hard to tell if it was actually spinning or not. However, as Kamijou ran along the street cutting around corners in order to reach that turbine, the movements of the blades grew bit by bit. And past that slowly moving turbine was one moving slightly faster. And beyond that one was one moving faster yet again.
It was as if he were approaching the center of some invisible explosion.
Kamijou continued to run.
He ran to the outskirts of that lightless city as if drawn in by those windmills spinning in the windless night.