It was getting crowded; very rumbus

It was getting crowded; very rumbustious and unimaginably busy. The road was filled with strolling people whilst each of them were heading to their respective destinations, trying to penetrate the city of humans as others just followed those who were walking in front of them. Their shoulders and arms started bumping to each other each time the opposite current of walking humans passed them, only to be replied by apologetic looks, exasperated mumbles, or at times, perverted grins that also described the variety of people that was present in Academy City. Nevertheless, they were sure that they would run flatly straight to their destinations if there was less traffic.
Less expected from growing crowds and noisy draft that really wanted to create a bad image towards the said road, a silhouette of a girl could be seen, walking silently, not knowing where her own paces directed her too. She had a blank look; eyes were too void to see, staring at the hollow sight of her own legs whilst the stream of people began forcing her to walk faster. Her fragile shoulders were dropped dead, finding it hard to stay the same just like how they used to be, and for everything that had been showed by the individual called Misaka Mikoto, she found herself not so different from a lifeless statue.
The winds started revealing themselves from their respective concealments, trying to enter the stertorous crowd until it finally succeeded to flutter the tip of the Railgun's tea colored hair. For that, the temperature began decreasing again even though the sun was still shining there, much different from the mild warmth that the civilians really hoped from the weather. And the winds started blowing again, quarreling about current and intensity until one of them was brave enough to exploit their capability to blow.
The Railgun found herself at the intersection of the roads, signaling the end of the previous one and the dawn of a new, fresh road. It didn't need much thinking or one-sided discuss with herself to choose which way she should go, for she didn't really understand where she was going either. She was just pacing, stepping on the new road without her knowing why, as though she was attracted and infatuated subconsciously by an invisible thread that directed her to one place and one place only, and even though she wasn't curious of the destination or the thing that still made her to walk again and again, she kept passing through another people nonchalantly.
Blind men or not, everybody could know from the first glance that the said girl was not in a good state; either from the way she walked or the way her expression implanted on her face. Indeed, even though her mind was as void as an empty barrel, a fraction part of her brain was still, thinking about a figure of a young man, staying obstinately in the most important part of her brain as though it was some kinds of addiction. And Misaka Mikoto vaguely knew that even though it was not her brain who led her to any other place, maybe it was the image of spiky haired guy who led her, and for some obvious reasons, she followed the vivid trace of it.
The less traffic was there eventually, clearly showed by less people and her capability to see the landmarks and the drafts of the boulevard more. They received another blank look from her, and somehow, they appeared to demand another attention from the hazel haired girl. Nevertheless, even the inanimate like them could know that their efforts were futile; throwing themselves to the world of confusion as they started thinking about someone who could make a vibrant girl like Misaka Mikoto slipped to a place where children never smiled and the sky was never blue. For that, they began thinking ironically: this must be Kamijou Touma who was implanted in her brain.
A pair of black hue line under her eyes was the proof of her deficient sleep time, and to be honest, she hadn't eaten for about two days. Even though she could tell her roommate that she was not in the mood to eat and indeed she was not hungry at all, her body couldn't react just like what her brain had said, as every step appeared to be so heavy, and a rather strong wind was enough to sway her around a little bit just until she regained her composure at last. She shouldn't have any adequate energy to continue her pace or even to start it from the first time. She didn't know why, but she just found it easier rather than swallowing any kind of food. It was silly, because she didn't even know where she was going. She was just going to which the wind blew, going to which the lost one go.
Although the less traffic was indeed there, one's clumsiness couldn't be erased, fully showed by a sudden shoulder bumping between the hazel haired girl and a guy she didn't really know. He constantly bent down and apologized, showing every hint of courtesy and politeness that he appeared to have perfected since his childhood. Misaka Mikoto could see a spiky hair, nevertheless, her hope was fallen into a deep trench when the blond hair showed the delusion that she just saw that time in a span of seconds.
She passed him blankly; eyes became too blind to see the hidden meaning of courtesy.
(After she vanished into another crowd, she could swear that she heard the man's shriek, and it sounded like he was hit forcefully on a place that became man's pride and dignity.)

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Nó nhận được đông đúc; rất rumbustious và unimaginably bận rộn. Đường đã được lấp đầy với strolling người trong khi mỗi người trong số họ đã hướng tới các điểm đến tương ứng, cố gắng để xâm nhập thành phố của con người như những người khác chỉ sau những người đã đi bộ ở phía trước của họ. Của vai và cánh tay bắt đầu va chạm với nhau mỗi lần hiện nay đối diện của con người đi bộ qua họ, chỉ để được trả lời bởi vẻ apologetic, exasperated mumbles, hoặc đôi khi, sai đường grins cũng mô tả sự đa dạng của những người mà đã có mặt tại học viện thành phố. Tuy nhiên, họ đã chắc chắn rằng họ sẽ chạy thẳng thừng thẳng đến điểm đến của họ nếu có là ít lưu lượng truy cập.Ít hơn dự kiến sẽ phát triển đám đông và dự thảo ồn ào mà thực sự muốn tạo ra một hình ảnh xấu đối với đường cho biết, một bóng của một cô gái có thể được xem, đi bộ âm thầm, không biết nơi mình bước đạo diễn của cô quá. Cô đã có một cái nhìn trống; đôi mắt đã quá khoảng trống để xem, nhìn chằm chằm nhìn rỗng của chân của mình trong khi dòng của người dân bắt đầu buộc nó phải đi bộ nhanh hơn. Vai dễ vỡ đã được ném chết, tìm nó khó khăn để ở lại cùng chỉ thích cách họ sử dụng để, và cho tất cả mọi thứ mà đã được chỉ ra bởi các cá nhân được gọi là Misaka Mikoto, cô tìm thấy mình không phải là rất khác nhau từ một bức tượng không hoạt động.Những cơn gió bắt đầu tiết lộ mình từ của concealments tương ứng, cố gắng nhập vào đám đông stertorous cho đến khi nó cuối cùng đã thành công để rung đầu của Railgun trà màu tóc. Cho rằng, nhiệt độ bắt đầu giảm một lần nữa mặc dù mặt trời đã vẫn sáng có, nhiều khác nhau từ sự ấm áp nhẹ các thường dân thực sự hy vọng từ thời tiết. Và những cơn gió bắt đầu thổi một lần nữa, quarreling về hiện tại và cường độ cho đến khi một trong số họ đã đủ can đảm để khai thác khả năng của họ để thổi.Railgun tìm thấy mình ở giao lộ của các tuyến đường, tín hiệu kết thúc trước đó và bình minh của một con đường mới, tươi. Nó không cần phải suy nghĩ nhiều hoặc một mặt thảo luận với mình để lựa chọn con đường mà cô nên đi, cho cô ấy đã không thật sự hiểu biết nơi cô đã đi một trong hai. Cô đã chỉ pacing, bước trên đường mới mà không có lý do tại sao biết, như thể nó thu hút và say mê tiềm thức của một chuỗi vô hình dẫn cô đến một nơi và một nơi chỉ, và mặc dù cô không phải là tò mò của đích hoặc điều mà vẫn còn làm cho cô ấy để đi bộ một lần nữa và một lần nữa, cô giữ đi qua những người khác thản.Blind men or not, everybody could know from the first glance that the said girl was not in a good state; either from the way she walked or the way her expression implanted on her face. Indeed, even though her mind was as void as an empty barrel, a fraction part of her brain was still, thinking about a figure of a young man, staying obstinately in the most important part of her brain as though it was some kinds of addiction. And Misaka Mikoto vaguely knew that even though it was not her brain who led her to any other place, maybe it was the image of spiky haired guy who led her, and for some obvious reasons, she followed the vivid trace of it.The less traffic was there eventually, clearly showed by less people and her capability to see the landmarks and the drafts of the boulevard more. They received another blank look from her, and somehow, they appeared to demand another attention from the hazel haired girl. Nevertheless, even the inanimate like them could know that their efforts were futile; throwing themselves to the world of confusion as they started thinking about someone who could make a vibrant girl like Misaka Mikoto slipped to a place where children never smiled and the sky was never blue. For that, they began thinking ironically: this must be Kamijou Touma who was implanted in her brain.A pair of black hue line under her eyes was the proof of her deficient sleep time, and to be honest, she hadn't eaten for about two days. Even though she could tell her roommate that she was not in the mood to eat and indeed she was not hungry at all, her body couldn't react just like what her brain had said, as every step appeared to be so heavy, and a rather strong wind was enough to sway her around a little bit just until she regained her composure at last. She shouldn't have any adequate energy to continue her pace or even to start it from the first time. She didn't know why, but she just found it easier rather than swallowing any kind of food. It was silly, because she didn't even know where she was going. She was just going to which the wind blew, going to which the lost one go.Although the less traffic was indeed there, one's clumsiness couldn't be erased, fully showed by a sudden shoulder bumping between the hazel haired girl and a guy she didn't really know. He constantly bent down and apologized, showing every hint of courtesy and politeness that he appeared to have perfected since his childhood. Misaka Mikoto could see a spiky hair, nevertheless, her hope was fallen into a deep trench when the blond hair showed the delusion that she just saw that time in a span of seconds.She passed him blankly; eyes became too blind to see the hidden meaning of courtesy.(After she vanished into another crowd, she could swear that she heard the man's shriek, and it sounded like he was hit forcefully on a place that became man's pride and dignity.)