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Β Β Β Thisβ¦ this was not like the other bread-throwing incidents. A single bread from that one she didnβt want to think about, another from that one who always seemed to assist in unsettling the peace, and now, likely more than a hundred, too quick to analyze, from none other than the Esper himself.
   One, two, three, four, maybe even a little more, she could handle that with ease. But this amount of bread⦠She could have used Atomic Shield, had she seen it coming earlier, but it was far too late.
Β Β Β Several pieces of bread hit her like bullets from a gun, although their effects were far from similar. She just stood there and endured it, a frustrated and maybe even disappointed look on her face as she stared forward.