剧场版 空之境界 第三章 痛觉残留

I never wanted to kill anyone— 　　You are not like that. 　　The moment I saw it, I realized. No, perhaps I should say I saw it—the hesitation and denial that comes from being unsure whether it is an enemy or not. 　　I did not know that what existed there was the boundary of my own self, yet I crossed it anyway. Amidst the repeated humiliation, the girl simply cast her inorganic gaze. 　　Let us assume that within the human brain, there are countless channels. If we consider one channel as the greatest common denominator for adapting to real life, then most humans likely observe and perceive the world through this channel, enabling coexistence. 　　However, there are abnormal channels that simply cannot coexist with others. If such channels exist—they are no longer human. No, perhaps they should be called "existential misfits." 　　It is not about being unfit for society, but rather that their very existence is unfit. 　　Perhaps it would be more fitting to call them "psychics." 　　And this is what happened one night. On a rainy night after a drinking party, Mikiya Kokutou—who, despite appearing utterly ordinary, possessed the rare talent for finding unusual things—picked up a lone girl in the darkness. 　　Regarding "this ability," the object he sought would appear even before he realized he was looking for it... a fact he himself was unaware of. 　　A missing junior. 　　A sister and his friend he could never meet. 　　Today, another corpse was added to the count—dismembered so brutally that not even limbs, let alone the head, remained intact. 　　When each acts solely for their own convenience, there is only one outcome—a deadly struggle. 　　On a rainy summer night, a girl whose eyes could distort and destroy everything, and a girl whose eyes could see the lines of death in all things, confront each other with murderous intent.