Kaminari, despite finding Edgeshot's attitude puzzling at times, didn't press for answers. Instead, he quietly ed the dishes and then climbed bato the bamboo pole for another round of meditation.

  Taking a deep breath, he began tute his breathing with the practiced precision of the breathihod. Slowly, his eyes closed, and his body entered a state of calm.

  "God Speed, activate!"

  Bzzzt!

  Goldericity surged around Kaminari's body, dang across his form like living currents. The cer's Golden Cloth fluttered in the breeze, and with Mount Fuji t in the distance, Kaminari cut a striking figure, exuding power and fidence.

  "It's happening again," Kaminari murmured to himself as his surroundings shifted.

  This was the "bd white world" he had e to associate with his radar—a world where magic fields dictated his perception. No matter how many times he ehis state, it never failed to leave him in awe.

  Unlike his initial attempts, where he o use high-voltage electricity to sense magic fields, his tinuous practice over the past few days had refined his skills. Now, high-speed movement alone was enough ter the radar effect.

  But even so, there were still limitations.

  "I still 't sehese magic fields while my eyes are open. And I'm nowhere he level of Master, who move while maintaining this spiritual state, let alone use his spirit to actively influence his body."

  For now, the radar only worked when he was stationary. That much was clear.

  After all, it had only been six days. No matter how talented he was, it would be impossible te the gap between himself and someone as experienced as Edgeshot in such a short time.

  Still, he couldn't help but find the radar frustratingly impractical.

  "I really envy Master. His level of meditation allows him to stay active while remaining spiritually focused. Meanwhile, I'm stuck standing still if I want to use this ability."

  "Does this mean I o improve my meditation before I use radar in actual bat?"

  Looking at his current progress, Kaminari grimaced. It could take years to reach Edgeshot's level of spiritual discipline, and that timeline didn't sit well with him.

  "I o figure out a way to attad defend even while standing still."

  Vision wasn't a problem. his radar allowed him to perceive everything around him in a way that surpassed the limitations of sight. But the obility made him vulnerable.

  "Attad defend… while standing still…"

  Kaminari repeated the thought over and over, letting the words turn in his mind like a mantra. Miretched into over half an hour as he pondered, searg for inspiration.

  And then, like a lightbulb flickering to life, his thoughts coalesced into a single clear image.

  "Gaara of the Sand."

  The figure in his mind was unmistakable—the Kazekage surrounded by swirling sands, capable of defending and attag without moving a muscle.

  "Gaara is the perfect example of someone who stand still and fight at the same time. But he used special sand infused with his mother's will… Could I replicate that? Wait… maybe I !"

  In his mind's eye, the image of Gaara shifted to the left, and anure materialized on the right—a girl with short brown hair, crag with blue electricity.

  "Misaka Mikoto."

  This version of Misaka Mikoto was different from how she usually appeared in Kaminari's thoughts. Instead of firing her iic Railgun, she stood calmly, her hands at her sides, surrounded by a swirling tornado of bck iron sand.

  "Are you tellio use iron sand instead of yellow sand?"

  Kaminari murmured as he studied the image of Mikoto smiling fidently at him, as if she were both a teacher and a friend.

  Because he was in a meditative state, the figures in his mi vivid and lifelike. The sands around Gaara, the electricity sparking around Mikoto, and the iron sand tornado all seemed to pulse with energy, as if alive.

  It was no longer just an idle thought—his mental ndscape had shifted into something dynamic, vibrant, and iive.

  Without realizing it, Kaminari's mind jured a third figure to joiwo. This time, it was him—Kaminari Denki, his cer's Golden Cloth, standing fidently opposite the other two.

  "This spiritual world is fasating!" Kaminari thought, his excitement bubbling as he mentally trolled his avatar to approach Mikoto.

  As his mental proje pyfully touched Mikoto's face, a grin spread across his real one.

  "I 't believe it… I actually get to 'meet' Misaka Mikoto!"

  For a moment, Kaminari felt like a kid living out his childhood dreams as a fan of anime.

  Then, a new idea sparked in his mind.

  "Wait a sed… If I could manipute this mental space further, and someh an oppo's spirit into it, wouldn't that be like an illusion teique? I could trap, harm, or eve them here!"

  But the practicality of the idea stopped him.

  "How would I even pull someone's spirit into this space?"

  Kaminari pohe question briefly before realizing he had gone pletely off track.

  "No, no! I o focus on solving the problem of standing still and defending myself first. I think about this 'illusion' idea ter… if it's even possible."

  He redirected his attention to the iron sand tornado surrounding Mikoto in his mind.

  "Iron sand… she collected it from the soil, didn't she?"

  Kaminari tried shifting the focus of his radar from sing the horizontal po siically, specifically the grouh him.

  "Whoa…"

  In his bd-white world, the ground below him lit up with tless white specks that looked like glimmering snow.

  "Are these… iron sand particles?"

  "But there's so much of it!"

  He stared i the sheer density of the iron sand. The soil beh his feet seemed saturated with it.

  Suddenly, Kaminari remembered something Edgeshot had mentioned earlier.

  "There's a massive amount of mage beh the Aokigahara Sea of Trees," Edgeshot had said.

  "Ah, that expins it! That's why there's so much iron sand here…"