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Guest(1) – Well, I read somewhere that court martials can actually apply to civilians though you might not see that happen in this fic.
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Toumanwick – As I read, court martials can apply to civilians in certain situations. And yeah, basically, Kamijou Touma here had undergone some changes in seven years.
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Fencer29 – Except to be frank, it would be hard for Misaka to bring him back at this point.
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SciFi Maker – Saten and Uiharu wouldn't see much action here—I think. Or maybe they would if I suddenly thought of it.
Just some few points, I actually took that whole usual trope from the canon series where Misaka always hits poor Kamijou-kun and well…I certainly didn't expect the feedbacks.
Well, I'm thankful nevertheless and advanced Merry Christmas. Let me sleep now before I can think of a next chapter.
Leading Private Takato Yoshinori hated waking up early in the morning, of all things.
Another day, another duty. He yawned as he knew that despite his complaint, he had come to terms with his new career and that he knew he is already old at 22, which meant that more responsibilities will only come and if he doesn't get used to what he is facing right now, only Kami-sama knows what could happen to him in the future.
The automatic grenade launcher specialist of the team with the codename "Hammer" took a light shower and afterwards, he was already donning his battle gear—that is, his chest rig and web gear only since he was still too lazy to wear his camouflage uniform and combat boots and official duty doesn't start until later. After checking the magazines of his M4 carbine, he then went out to check their Howa Type 96 automatic grenade launcher, which is their main source of firepower for their infantry other than the heavy weapons like the M2 heavy machine gun and their M249 SAWs, which are a bit cumbersome for one man to carry.
But as soon as Takato had already set out for the maintenance area, he suddenly heard a loud explosion that was followed by what looked like an earthquake-like phenomenon that sent him crashing down to the ground.
What the hell was that?!
As soon as he got back up to his feet, he then saw throngs of JSDF peacekeeping personnel, in their blue helmets, and a few of their SFG operators, still in their pajamas, shorts, and personal t-shirts, rushing to the area to where the explosion happened. Curious as to why his fellow special forces members were all cocking their M4 carbines, Takato decided to also go to the scene where the commotion is happening.
He didn't expect to see what happened.
"Let me go, you idiot!"
"No…"
"Let go of my right wrist!"
"I told you no because look what you did…"
"Argh!"
"Oi, Kurata, what the hell happened?" Takato asked a drowsy Kurata, still in his basketball shorts, demanded to know why their team captain was currently gripping the wrists of a certain brunette nurse-like girl.
"Ah, you see…that girl must have been an Esperfrom Academy City," Kurata then points to the three Army trucks of the Philippine Army, which ended up getting charred and burned by the electric shocks of the new comer, "Which is why three of the Filipinos' army trucks ended up in smithereens. And from the looks of it, it seemed that Kamijou knew that person."
"It's a good thing that they were able to bring out most, if not all, of the necessary ammunition and other supplies needed before that girl…started destroying everything," One of the SFG operators sighed, "Although I didn't know how he did it, team captain managed to stop that lady from further rampaging and damaging some equipment."
Suddenly, Misaka kicked the leg of Kamijou, who abruptly let her go, "You idiot! It's been four years!" She roared as she tried once again zap the boy but to her shock, his reflexes are twenty times much faster than the last time she saw him as he clasps his right hand into hers.
"Seriously, Misaka! Calm down damn it!" He began to lose every bit of patience he had, "Had I not cancelled out your power, some of my men would have used their guns on you."
"You! Having the guts to not even tell me or even let me know where you went, do you think this is accep—"
Twack!
Every SFG operator had already lowered their M4 carbines the moment Fujima decided to step in and before Misaka Mikoto can see it coming, the second-in-command had already karate-chopped her head like a hammer, causing a large bump to form hilariously in her head while her world darkened.
Shokuhou can only sigh as Index was poking the unconscious body of Misaka, who is still lying on the floor.
"Thanks for that, Fujima," Kamijou heaved a sigh as he then signals his men to lower down their guard, "Seriously, Index, can we have a little talk there?"
"Yes, Touma! But first, breakfast!" Index squealed in happiness, "We have travelled in those trucks and before we knew it, we have reached this place! Wow, Touma, the place is actually beautiful!"
Guess that's the reason that they managed to reached here. Kamijou sighed as slowly, everyone from the regular JGSDF force began to disperse out and went back to their post while some of the SFG operators are already coming back to their barracks to wear at least their proper pants.
"With that said, what the hell are we supposed to do with that?" Kurata pointed to one of the charred trucks, which is already being towed away by a recovery vehicle that they had to borrow from the IDF's armored corps that is stationed some few kilometers away from them, "Even if we say that you would sort out this, I doubt that the Filipinos would shut up about this one, especially that they lost some equipment from that crazy girl's lightning attacks."
"What are the components of the equipment that is destroyed by Misaka?" Kamijou asked.
"Some tons of ammunition and 105mm shells, assault rifles, miscellaneous equipment, goggles…well…" Fujima scratched his head as he didn't want to press any further, "At least, not everything was blasted in one blink."
"Yeah but still, you do know that either Japan or Academy City is going to pay it?" Kamijou sighed, "And seriously, 105mm shells? Why would they need some howitzers here?"
"Idiot. That's not the problem." Fujima snorted, "The problem is, this can be a bit hassle considering that girl had not only attacked you, the team commander of the Special Forces Group stationed here but she nearly assaulted the regular JSDF and worse, the Philippine Army troops staying here. I won't ask how you are related to her or how did you stop her attacks but had you not intervened…Rapisura-san or Robles-san would be forced to fire his gun on her…"
Well, it's understandable… Kamijou knew he had dodged a bullet there for Misaka literally and figuratively. He had fought Communists before. For him, this situation is no different from the one in his home town.
"The fucking hell!"
For Accelerator, nothing can make his day start badly than a complaint filed by another country that was sent to him.
The current Superintendent of Academy City nearly tore his hair the moment he had read an official report coming from the Philippines wherein one of their units stationed in the Middle East was attacked by one of their students.
And a fellow Level, nonetheless.
The white-haired first-rate Esper nearly wanted to destroy everything in his table moments after reading the report, "Brown hair…nursing scrub…lightning attacks…the hell!" The albino knew he couldn't be wrong, "What is that fucking third rate even doing there?! Was he following the first batch of the medical staff sent there or what?"
"I don't know. But this is serious," Oyafune Monaka, one of the 12 members of the city's Board of Directors, "It came already from a foreign contingent. If not resolved peacefully, she could drag the name of the city further into the mud."
"The report says that she had destroyed a number of equipment," Accelerator is now getting serious, "Let me read it for you, Oyafune…" He then began to announce it aloud.
THE LIST OF EQUIPMENT PUT OUT OF COMMISSION
M16 assault rifles (25)
K3 SAW (10)
HE M51 A4 105mm
HE-AT M67 105mm
HC BE M84 105mm
BE M84 105mm
H M60 105mm
AN/PVS-7 NVD
AN/PVS-14
"And there's a lot more to this list but I won't say it any longer, it's just giving me a headache," Accelerator grumbled, "By the way, I heard that Japan's JSDF was also there during the incident. Why the hell didn't they send a report?"
"That's because someone from the JSDF had already defused the commotion before further damage can be done and it could involve the whole Japanese contingent," For some reason, Oyafune had a smile as he hands the albino her phone containing a video, "In fact, the officer who had stopped her from getting more violent is someone both of you Level Fives knew personally."
Accelerator raised his eyebrows before he played the video in his hands. In a few minutes, his expression changed from a serious one to a surprised one as his eyes widened, "Oyafune, do tell me that this was edited? That fucking hero is too goody-goody to even join—"
"I know. I wish I could have wished it was edited myself," The old woman smiled sadly, "But apparently, he's serving on the other side, beyond the city's walls."
So even he had changed a lot in like…six…seven years? Accelerator thought for the moment before he then sighed, "Whatever. But I guess we had no choice but to pay or replace the equipment destroyed by that third rate. And speaking of her, I might talk to her soon. This is getting pretty out of hand in her part."
Oyafune nodded.
"Hnnn…to be honest, I'm getting pretty too edgy with this kind of stuff…" Accelerator looked at the window, "And then I got to face this issue…"
"I understand your concerns, Accelerator-san…"
Kamijou Touma knew this isn't going to be easy.
After the fiasco at their camp, the spiky haired young man was forced to convene a meeting at the inn where both Anti-Skill and Academy City's civilian staff is staying. Right now, he is seated in a round table with Fujima and Kawasaki both at his sides. Yomikawa and the four nurses (and former classmates of Kamijou) are seated on the other side while Index and Shokuhou took the vacant seats. Misaka crossed her arms and frowned as an ice bag was placed in her head.
"To be honest, this is the first time something like this happened," Kawasaki's pale face radiated the sunlight as she spoke, "With the kind of damage she had done, I don't think the Philippines will look past this incident."
"Well, it's not surprising, considering that most of the equipment destroyed are the expensive ammunition," The wielder of the Imagine Breaker replied, his face showing signs of weariness, "And to think this would be done by a fr—"
"Hey, at least, I didn't kill any people," Misaka argued, quite irritated that her day would start off like this, "Can you let go of me now? I mean, I only blasted—"
"Can you shut up for the moment?" Yomikawa interrupted Misaka as she had a stern voice, "First of all, what you blasted is another country's property and even if the Japanese government and Academy City would somehow 'write' it off, do you really think the other contingent involved would just shut up about it? Second of all, had Kamijou not intervened, you would have certainly maimed, if not killed, somebody. Third, attacking someone who is even your fellow Academy City student, albeit, a former one? That's a new low for a prodigy and a distinct Level Five like you."
"Okay, I get it! I get it!" Misaka said aloud, not appreciating that she is the one being grilled now, "But about that idiot over there, I don't think he minds th—"
Twack!
"Ouch! Hey! Stop punching my head!" Misaka growled at Fujima, who only sighed as he uses his enclosed fists to whack the scalp of the Railgun, "It hurts already!"
Suddenly, Kurata barges in and said promptly, "Sorry to interrupt your meeting here but Kamijou, someone needs to speak to you."
"And who might be that be?" Kamijou asked.
Kurata grimaced before replying, "It's Commander Hinata. He wants an update about our task."
Oh, just how misfortunate I am. Kamijou sighed as he then excused himself, "Excuse me, Yomikawa-sensei, everyone. I have to speak to our overall commander. It's an urgent message." He then promptly left with Kawasaki and the two other men as they quickly exited the room.
"What the hell was that?" Misaka demanded.
"My, my, Misaka-san. Calm down. I'm surprised to see you so hot-headed." Shokuhou whispered but the Railgun hear her anyway and the latter glared at the blonde, who quickly shut up.
"Yeah Short Hair…" Index tried to butt in but Misaka gazed at her with an angry face. Quickly, the English nun shut up her mouth.
This is really going to be hard. Yomikawa shook her head in irritation as she didn't expect this to happen. But before she can say something else, her phone rang and when she checked the caller's ID, she raised her eyebrows. Accelerator?
"Team Leader Kamijou Touma reporting!" Kamijou saluted in front of the laptop screen as he is now in his official camouflage uniform and his holster.
"You may take a seat, Second Lieutenant Kamijou," Hinata Takenori's touch features didn't fail to put some hint of fear into Fujima's spine as the former was all business with the current commander of the SFG's 4th Platoon, "Basically, the prime minister has been asking some update about the ring leader of materiel smuggling from Japan. Any news?"
"Actually, I'm in contact with someone who had an idea where we can track down that syndicate but for now, I can't actually tell you for security purposes," Kamijou sadly confessed, "I'm sorry Commander Hinata but once plans to strike is finalized, then I can relay information back to Camp Narashino."
"I see. Then do everything in your capacity to stop these meaningless activities." Hinata nodded as he then continued, "If you need assistance, then feel free to tell me. Actually, in addition to another aid and construction group coming from Academy City, the two other platoons from the SFG's 2nd and 3rd SFGp companies would be coming there to support your platoon stationed there. They would be commanded by Second Lieutenants Taoka Muto and Nobe Kazuma."
"Eh? What's with the sudden increase of SFGp units?" Kamijou asked, bewildered.
"They won't be sent there immediately, though. They're intended to secure the rehabilitation teams in Iraq." Hinata clarified, "But once I sensed that you're I trouble, I would send them there so as to not mother the police units of Anti-Skill to help us in something that is technically a military operation."
"Roger, commander. Anything else?" Kamijou asked.
"Well…I heard about that little incident there…" Now, HInata's facial expressions crunched even further.
"Uh…well…you see…" Kamijou gulped as he should have realized that the entry of the Railgun into the scene would have reached their mother unit in Chiba, "She's someone from Academy City who happened to be a close friend of mine. She just…"
"Close friend, huh? Kamijou, I'll tolerate this for once but I have to tell it right now: keep her out of the garrison of the whole JSDF there!" Hinata roared in irritation, "Did you even realize that our counterparts in the Armed Forces of the Philippines and their Department of National Defense had sent a complaint to Academy City and to the Japanese government about the damages that Esper from that city has done?! We're lucky that the superintendent of Academy City is somewhat sensible enough to pay for all the damages. The 105mm howitzer shells alone costs a thousand dollars per round and that's just the basic shell. It won't be that easy to pay damages in just a week."
"Okay, I get it, sir. But think about it, is a howitzer realty needed in their peacekeeping operation?" Kamijou asked, diverting the topic.
"Considering that four years ago, they got in trouble with Islamist groups, you can't blame them to bring in more firepower." Hinata explained, "Well, that concludes our meeting, Second Lieutenant. If you need something that isn't personal, then feel free to call. I will meet with the Prime Minister. Meeting adjourned." He salutes from the screen, to which Kamijou also salutes.
The moment that their somewhat icy meeting had ended, Kamijou sighed as Kawasaki smiled sweetly to him, "Kamijou-kun, that was pretty nasty, huh? Well, that's how boys are supposed to be. They got pride. And what do you mean that you already have an informant?"
"I have someone in my mind but for now, I can't tell yet. And it's not about pride. It's about keeping that darned Misaka out of this garrison since I don't want to be killed by Commander Hinata." Kamijou knew that he can cancel out Misaka's electric shocks by simply brandishing his right hand but against the wrath of the Special Forces Group's overall commander, not even Imagine Breaker can save his ass from getting busted, "Besides, it seems that Accelerator had done something quite amazing to prevent this incident from escalating."
"Accelerator? Who is that?" The pale beauty inquired.
"Uh…he's someone I know personally who is now Academy City's superintendent," The spiky haired young man replied, "It's been some years now but I suspect that he hasn't changed that much until now."
"Uh huh," Kurata nodded as the four of them was about to go outside the room, "By the way, I know this is a bit random but that girl in nursing uniform…"
"Misaka? Yeah, that's the one who launched that one-man raid? He's a close friend of mi—"
"No. Not her. I mean the one with brown eyes and large forehead," Kurata puts her hands in her chin, "Is it Fuki-something or what?"
"Ah, Fukiyose, you say? Yeah, she's a former classmate of mine from Academy City if you forgot it. Why? What's the problem?"
"It's just that…I just realized that she looks like Kawasaki-san from a long distance," Kurata chuckled as he scratches his head.
"Now that I think of it, Kurata's probably right," Fujima added, "Except with the longer hair and the pale skin of Kawasaki-san, she could pass off as a sibling of that former classmate of yours, if not a twin. And that best friend of hers…Himegami-san, right? She reminds me a lot of my mother when it comes to demeanor."
Actually, Kawasaki remind me a lot of Sequenzia-san. Kamijou mentally noted as Kurata looks at the truck containing the first batch of the regular JSDF infantry who would go off to a nearby refugee settlement far from where they are located. "By the way, what are those backhoes for? Is it for the planned refugee community that they are planning?"
"Yeah, it's something like a collaboration project between Japan and Academy City. The purpose to make a refugee community here in Kiryat Shmona is that it could help administer the ones who are feeling from war-torn areas like neighboring Syria," Fujima explained, "In fact, the blueprints shows that the planned community would look like a moshav or a kibbutz."
In Israeli terms, a moshav is a particular type of town or settlement that is centered in a cooperative agricultural community of individual farms pioneered by the Labour Zionists during the second wave of Aliyah or the migration of Jews into the Holy Land. A kibbutz is similar and the two types of communities had been a factor in shaping Israel into what it is today.
"A settlement community, huh? That sounds good," Kamijou shrugged and then suddenly, he remembered something else, "Oh, uh, you guys go ahead to the target range. I had to attend something personal."
"Yeah. Sure. We'll see you there." Kurata waved his hands as their team leader storms off immediately and races back to his room. Reentering his barracks, he saw Stiyl and Othinus playing chess although it looks kinda weird considering that the latter's size is almost the same as the chess pieces, a fact that the former Magic God had lamented.
"So you're back, Kamijou," The Necessarius priest yawned as if he was bored of waiting for him, "Any updates to our mission?"
"Nothing much. In fact, it looks like you would be valuable to us, no matter how loathsome it is," The young man sighed as he sat in the bed.
"Of course," Stiyl replied with a smug as he lights another cigarette.
"And human you wouldn't go to the battlefield without me? You'll need my wisdom to be able to fight to the death," Othinus smirked as she pushes her rook.
"Of course, Othi-chan, I would need you there," Kamijou sarcastically replied as he rolled her eyes, "Oh and by the way, Index and the two other arrived."
Stiyl looked at him like he was about to murder him for good before he sighed and said, "Great. It seems that no matter where you go, they'll be able to find you."
Kamijou snorted as he picked up his M4 assault rifle, "Actually, it's all Misaka's brainchild and all. Index wouldn't be able to find me here even if she wants to and I doubt she can do it alone without the help of Misaka. And considering the possibility that it's her, then I'm not surprise. I'm just wondering what happened that made her go here—in a warzone nonetheless."
"Perhaps, she still sees you as someone who is still in high school?" Stiyl offered, not exactly insulting him although the priest still viewed him as the immature one.
"I don't know. Maybe she hasn't gotten over the fact that I joined an organization that we used to protest on," Kamijou explains, "You see…"
Five years ago
"Class, that concludes our lesson for today," Komoe smiled as she glances back at her class, "Kamijou-chan, since you have failed grades, you're supposed to have a supplementary lessons but since you would be lacking in time, I supposed that signing a petition would help."
"Ah, fine," Kamijou sighed as he slumped in his seat, "What is the petition for?"
Komoe Tsukuyomi pulled out a sheet of paper and shoved it into the table of the spiky haired boy, "Recently, some high schools here in Academy City are preparing to protest the recent plans of the Japanese government to amend the Constitution that guarantees Japan's Self Defense Forces the right to fight abroad."
"Okay? That what's the problem?" Kamijou asked.
"You really don't get it, you doofus," Fukiyose sighed angrily and she decided to explain it for the boy, "That would mean that war is inevitable if Japan does amend its Constitution. Besides, Academy City wouldn't allow that to happen and we should be thankful that the city is protecting us."
"Protecting us? Yeah, right." Kamijou whispered to himself, "But if I sign this, then I have a passing grade, right?"
"Not really, Kamijou-chan. Once you signed a petition, you'll have to join the peaceful demonstration. Think of it as an extracurricular activity," Komoe smiled, "Oh, and for your information, Tokiwadai has taken a lead in the ongoing protest. In fact, I heard that Misaka-san was the one who gave the speech that day and the copy you have right now came from her."
"Okay. But really, do I have to do this? I don't wanna do it. It's too much of a hassle. Besides, Index is—"
"Seriously, stop complaining!" Fukiyose roared as she pinched the ear of the boy very violently, "You should be thankful that that's the only thing you had to do to pass!"
"Besides, Kamijou-chan, listen to what your history teacher tells you about Japan's war time past," Komoe said in pure concern, "Japan suffered so much because of its military system. In fact, if I'm the one who'll be followed, I would have replaced the whole JSDF with the Anti-Skill force. Our police unit does everything according to the law…"
"Okay…Okay…I get it…"
"And that must have been the reason why they are surprised when they learned that I had joined the JSDF," Kamijou had just finished telling a part of his story as he also finished reloading his rifle.
"And the special forces, of all units," Stiyl added lamely, "It seems that everything goes up against you."
"Well, I don't regret being here, to be honest," Kamijou smiled as he stood up, "In fact, I was happy that I landed in the SFG. Oh well, I have to go out for now. You two are staying here?"
"Pretty much, human although I would like to know how are we supposed to eat lunch," Othinus inquired.
"Don't worry. I'll take care of that." And with that, Kamijou Touma went outside, clutching his M4 carbine.
"Seriously, you can't do that!"
"Well, I'm the superintendent right now so you have no choice…"
"Don't go abusing your position like that!"
At the moment, Misaka is in a heated conversation with Accelerator on phone as Index and Shokuhou eat breakfast consisting of scrambled eggs, fried rice, and bacons. A while ago, the raging Level Five Railgun had finally calmed down somehow after being in a meeting with the boy she sought to take back to Academy City but the moment he exited, she was ready to explode again had Yomikawa not took over as she then gives her a phone with which she used to speak with the first-ranked Level Five and the moment she heard the name of the caller, Misaka already knew that the news she will hear wouldn't be a good one.
"First and foremost, I don't want to hear that from someone who used her stupid electric shocks to raid a Japanese garrison," Accelerator roared. It was like arguing with a toddler and he hated them. She really had no patience with children maybe except for Last Order. "Second, do you know what kind of demands that the Philippine government asked in exchange for not any more pressing this one into a riskier issue? They demanded payment twice of what you had damaged in their equipment. They're literally war equipment, mind you, third rate. Thankfully, the treasury was grudgingly ready to meet their demands before the incident can break out into news outlets. Third, for the tenth time, I'm ordering you to go home before you do something foolish."
"I'm telling you I'm not going home until I could bring him back to Academy City, far away from this dangerous place," Misaka was stubborn, "Do you even realize how perilous his situation is right now? As a close friend of his, I—"
"And what? You think bringing him back will do him good?" Accelerator replied, now irritated, "For fuck's sake, just come home so that there won't be any more repercussions."
"…"
"…"
"…"
"Seriously, no reply?" Accelerator was amused, "Seriously, third rate, are you really that too goody-goody that you believe that you can bring him back?"
"What are you saying, Accelerator? I'm pretty sure that her would—" Misaka tried to explain her side.
"What? That he would just heed your word and come back?" The albino somewhat chuckled from the phone call, "Idiot, what are you trying to prove by bringing him back to Academy City? That he would be better off as a nameless Level 0?"
"What are you saying? I can't have him die…"
"I don't think you even understood what I'm trying to say, third rate," Accelerator decided to just be straight with her, "What I'm saying is that you can't just force him to leave where he believes he truly belongs to. It's been four or five years since we both last saw him and do you even think he would want to come back here, where he had no future?"
Misaka's eyes widened at the current words of the albino.
"I won't just say anything further if you would be that stubborn. Since the incident has been resolved with a hefty price, then I would have to leave you there for once, third rate," Accelerator sighed, having a feeling that it would just lead to this, "But the two things: I would be the one who'll personally drag you back here if I heard another incident happen and you would still be punished."
"Oh and what would that be?" Misaka asked haughtily.
"Dumbass. In addition to the report that I sent to your university, once you arrived back here whether you do manage to bring the hero back or not, you'll be immediately slapped with a two-month community service and…" The Railgun swore that she can feel the evil grin form in the lips of the albino, "…you are officially banned for one year from entering the stores that sell those stupid frog toys."
Misaka's mouth hilariously hung the moment she heard the verdict but even before she can protest further, the phone hung up.
That Accelerator! She angrily thought before she heaved a sigh and just looked at her food. Shokuhou looked at her expression with some hint of concern and said, "Hey, Misaka-san you looked sad? Did Accelerator-san said something that is particularly worrisome?"
"Nothing. It's just that…" Misaka trailed off as she looks at the window where she can see the plains of Tiberias which is actually quite far from Kiryat Shmona, "You know…the feeling of sentimentality. I just wanted to go back to what it's like in the past. That is…hanging out with my friends…meeting that idiot always and having a chat with him…the time where I was a former Tokiwadai ace. I just wanted everything to stay as always."
"So that's why you wanted to bring back Kamijou-san?" Shokuhou felt she wanted to sympathize with the brunette, "To be honest with you, I also wanted that but thinking about it, would it be possible? I mean, everyone grows up. Even my prince grew up and had to take a job somewhere. I mean is…everything changes."
"Well, not everything changes," Misaka argued, "My friendship with Kuroko never changed at all. Komoe-sensei is still the same. I mean, Academy City has been always a good place with full of memories despite what happened in the past…"
"I understand, Misaka-san but at the same time, not everyone gets the same treatment like you in Academy City. Sure, you have good memories in that place but we can't say for certain if it's the same for Kamijou-san," Shokuhou explained, "I'm sure he also appreciated you and everything in the city but sometimes, life might just have a different plan for him. And it worked out in his case."
There was silence hanging between the two Level 5s as Index simply kept eating.
I made up my mind. Misaka bit her lip. I'm already here. I would have just to convince him come back with us.
Kumokawa Seria sat in her air plane seat as she waited for the others to join in the trip.
"This would be my first time to go to Israel, huh?" She sighed as she watched Oyafune Monaka catch up to her seat. She heard that she had to go to the office first as something happened in the place where she would find herself supervising a settlement construction. Whatever that is, I don't care anymore. I just want to finish this already. She sighed as she watched other prominent people enter the plane.
It was already early in the morning at nearly 2 a.m. and she wondered why they had to leave this early.
I do heard that this ride will include prominent people from both Academy City and Japan. She amused as she saw the vice mayor of Osaka City board in. In her dilly-dallying, she didn't notice an old man sat beside her.
"Good morning, young lady…" He smiled as Kumokawa almost jumped in fright at his sudden appearance. "I think I would be seating beside you…"
"Ah…I see. So this is your designated seat, sir?" The former Beauty Senpai of a certain high school exclaimed.
"I believe so. The ticket that was given to me directed me here," Strangely, the old man smiled like they were friends as he took a seat.
In less than a few minutes, the plane had already taken off and right now, everything was quiet. That was until…
"So, sir, where did you come from, exactly?" Kumokawa asked the old man just to ward off the awkward atmosphere.
"From Okinawa originally but I have lived in Tokyo ever since," The old man replied, "Where did you come from, pretty lady?"
"Academy City," Kumokawa curtly replied, "By the way, we would be going to a refugee camp in Israel. Do you want me you accompany you?"
"No need. I'm still strong enough to meet the JSDF there," The old man smiled again, "By the way, you never told me your name."
"Ah, I'm sorry for that. I'm Kumokawa Seria. And you?"
The old man fixed his tie before replying, "I'm Kikuchi Kouji, a former World War II soldier."