AN:

Sorry for the delay. This chapter was specifically difficult to write.
But hey, it's a long chapter, so enjoy.
I kept writing and rewriting it to make something work out, because things are beginning to pick up from here on out.

May 2 20XX

Tatsuki Kawaki felt particularly braver that morning. After he left his small apartment, he decided to walk rather than take the bus.

Six days prior, a strange rumour circulate around the school. Something about thieves leaving a calling card that was addressed to Kamoshida. Usually, any rumour regarding Kamoshida would immediately put Tatsuki on edge, but this particular rumour felt different from the rest.

So, at the time, when he walked over to the notice board, the calling cards weren't present. Instead, he found ripped corners of red, smattered across the notice board. Curiosity, and perhaps, a small spark of his grudge towards the gym teacher prompted him to head over to check inside the bins.

There, he saw the rumoured red calling cards piled up in the trash.

He picked up one of the cards and read what it says;

'Sir Suguru Kamoshida, the utter bastard of lust. We know how shitty you are, and that you put your twisted desires on students that can't fight back. That's why we have decided to steal away those desires and make you confess your sins. This will be done tomorrow, so we hope you will be ready. From, the Phantom Thieves of Hearts'

As the Shujin student crossed the streets, he pondered over what this could mean.

He then recalled Tsubaki's friend, Ayame Takahashi, who promised him that she'll do something about the matter with Kamoshida.

Could it possibly be her doing?

Tatsuki brandished the card from his pocket, glancing over the contents once more.

With the entire student body gathered around the gym for morning assembly, Tatsuki did his best not to panic in the presence of his classmates. Much to his surprise, the animosity he felt from them seemed to have depleted; instead, careless mouths whispered of something just as a tasteless.

"-about the girl who jumped, isn't it?"

"-probably another suicide prevention speech again-"

"-classes are cut short anyway, so it's better than-"

Principle Kobayakawa climbed up the stairs of the stage. Tatsuki glanced from side to side at the students around him, their attention all focused everywhere else but the principle's mandatory speeches. Just as Tatsuki found himself relaxing at the realisation that his classmates had finally grown tired of giving him those judging stares, the west wing door swung open.

There, Kamoshida stood, his expression forlorn with his back hunched.

"I… have been reborn," the gym teacher said. "That is why, I have decided to confess to you all…"

Is this really happening?

Tatsuki felt a chill as he recalled Ayame's words that coincided with the calling card.

May 7 20XX

Afternoon

Mira expected it to be just another Saturday in Higure Academy.

After being informed that Mira's tasks have now been changed around to give her more free time, the agent now had more time to spare to focusing on school. Tinders had probably sensed that the exams were approaching around this period, so Mira gladly accepted the temporary changes in her schedule.

And yet, it was these very changes that led her to a predicament she never would've thought could happen. Though they never really made their relationship public, Mira now spent more time with Akechi during break hours; talking about matters concerning school work or exchanging intel with the occasional 'how-are-you' questions.

Not exactly the most romantic topics, one could imagine.

But the amount of time they've spent together seemed to have incurred the wrath of his fangirls.

*SLAP*

"Stay away from Akechi-kun! He's not yours!"

Mira's cheek stung a dullen pain from the impact.

Before her stood Hanabi Iba, friend to Lily Tsukino and the one on the forefront of Akechi's growing fanbase within Higure Academy. It took her three seconds for Mira to recover from the utter shock of Iba's sudden attack and immediately frowned at the girl.

"Hana-chan!" Tsukino grabbed her friend's wrist before she could throw in another blow. "Stop this! You're being unreasonable-"

"Why're you on her side?!" Iba retorted. "You're my friend! How could you just side with this ugly faced girl!"

'…huh.'

Mira stood there as she watched Iba throwing insults at her. Compared to her parents, fragments and other formidable foes, the agent felt numb; and in some ways, almost apathetic.

"She's not even his girlfriend!" Iba continued to scream. "And yet she's hogging all of his attention and-!"

The agent then remembered her last exchange with Tsukino.

'Don't be surprised if Akechi were to get a girlfriend so suddenly.'

Mira thumped her fist to the palm of her hand at the realisation.

"…Iba-san. You were rejected by Akechi-san, weren't you?" The words came out before she could think.

'Oh crap. Now I've done it.'

Mira sat in the nurse's office as she waited for the nurse to hand over a bag of ice for the dullen pain on her cheek.

To think that the pile up of events had led up to this.

"And here I was wondering why you never showed up on the rooftop."

She looked up to find Akechi by the door, his arms crossed with a neutral expression on his face.

"I heard one of my fans slapped you earlier," he added, entering the room as he closed the door behind him.

"Oh, Akechi-kun!" the nurse came back with a bag of ice. "It's rare of you to come by this office. Is there something you need?"

"No, I'm just here to see her," he said in a mild manner.

The nurse eyed Mira and smirked.

"Ha, it's good to be young," the nurse said she handed over the ice to her. "Well, I'll be out for a moment, so take your time~!"

As soon as the nurse left, Mira pressed the ice on her bruised cheek and clicked her tongue at shock of pain that came with it.

Akechi glanced over at the door behind him before he sat on the seat next to her.

"Here, let me."

"Hmm?"

He gestured for the ice pack.

"…what for?" she asked.

"Boyfriend privileges," he replied as if it were a normal thing.

"-Eh?!"

Mira flinched at the squeal from the other side of the room.

Before she could utter proper words, Akechi took the pack from her hand then pressed it on her bruise with delicate care. The agent's temperature rose to her head at the gesture.

"I'm not pressing it too hard, am I?" he gently asked.

It took her a moment and blinked as she realised what he was doing.

Mira made a side-glance towards the door and saw a small split gap between the door and its frame. It was hard to tell at first, but behind the door stood a few curious onlookers, peaking through the gap.

"Shit they saw us!" she overheard hissed whispers from the other side, followed by retreating footsteps.

As soon as they left, she gave out a long sigh.

"Akechi," she pried her hands to take the ice from his hand. "I know what you're doing. I appreciate the thought, but you didn't need to go that far."

"Don't think too hard on it," he handed over the pack. "I'm just doing what I want."

She placed the ice on her cheek once more, enduring the cold pain.

"…You do realise that making a scene like this won't make this situation any better, right?" she began.

"How so?"

"Doing something like that would stir more jealousy in the pot for your fangirls."

He shook his head while clicking his tongue. "Oh Saito, for a woman of your intellect, you're rather dense with matters of the heart, aren't you?"

"Ha? What do you mean-"

"Must I explain everything for you?" his smile exuded a sense of mischief. "I made a pass on you."

Mira felt her cheeks flush anew, causing the bruise on her left side to sting at the blood rushing to her head.

"A-Aren't you m-moving too fast?" she stuttered.

"Perhaps," he tilted his head in a way that he knew would irritate her. "Though I will admit that part of my reasoning was to give them a little reality check."

The agent gaped at him.

"Ah right," her face contorted into a sour frown. "I forgot who I'm talking to."

Akechi laughed at her, a response she ought to have been used to by now.

"By now, I thought you'd have at least expected something like this in a relationship," he said.

"…I did, but…" she took in a deep breath. "I don't know what pace we're supposed to be on."

"What am I going to do with you," he gave her a hopeless smile, shaking his head before he rested his hand on her free one. "Well, then. Would this be too much for you?"

Just the touch of his hand over hers felt strangely comforting.

Am I that touch starved that I'd be satisfied with this?

She felt her cheeks flaring, as she turned her hand over to reciprocate his touch with a light squeeze of her hand on his own.

Her heart felt full at the gesture, and the undivided attention he was giving her. But in the back of her mind, doubt lingered on how much of this feeling was genuine. The many times she lied to herself when she played those numerous roles had often led her to cast doubt in the things she feels.

For the little she knew of him, the detective prince was no more than a front he poses before the general public. Mira had long since known that there's always more than one side to someone, but it was easy to forget that Akechi had a subtle, aggressive way of approaching things. He could be cruel in the guise of a meek prince.

Yet, at the same time, even she knew he was capable of kindness. Regardless of whether or not he was well-aware of it, she was forever grateful to him for being there at her lowest.

To call it something akin to "like", however, was something she was still uncertain of.

"…How are things," she asked. "With the investigations, I mean."

"Nothing too big to handle. Although, I've been called in to investigate on a new case. And this particular one has been pushed forward as the top priority as of late, so there's a chance I won't be able to assist you on your end of things."

Though she knew he had long accepted the current state of things, Mira still felt terribly guilty for tying him to the SGI against his will. Knowing how burdensome these things could get, she couldn't help but feel the need to compensate for the extra load.

"Anything I could do to help?"

The detective gave her a strange look.

"What?" she rested the ice pack onto her lap.

Akechi then held his chin and casted his gaze to the floor, his mind now occupied in his own thoughts and murmured; "Now might be a good time."

"…Uh, Akechi?"

"Oh, sorry," he quirked a small smile. "Got lost there for a moment. Where were we?"

"Like I said, is there anything I could do to help?" she repeated. "I feel bad already for dragging you into my mess, so the least I could do is offer you my assistance."

"I'll take up that offer," he answered. "But it'd be best that we'd discuss this further later in a less conspicuous place, rather than here."

She nodded; a smile raised on her lips unconsciously.

Afterschool

"What do you make of it?"

The detective flipped the red calling card from back to front.

The two of them were sitting by a local family diner, with Goro inspecting the only piece of evidence to his current investigation. With the media shedding light into the controversy of a former Olympian medallist harassing his students at Shujin Academy, one would think other crime divisions would've handled the matter. But due to the nature of the case, it was inevitable that Shido, of all people, would carry out the order to investigate this matter. Especially if it involves changing someone's cognition abruptly.

"Phantom thieves, huh," he thought aloud. "And where exactly did you produce this, Saito?"

"I received it from a friend of one of my associates," she answered before took a sip from her water. "But I'm afraid I might have to stay away from that school for now. He's beginning to suspect I might be the one responsible for that gym teacher's sudden change."

Goro eyed her. So far, the only people he knew who could access the cognitive world was him and Saito. It was a glaring suspicion on his part as well, but even he knew she hadn't discovered the extent of what that world could provide. There were only two other possibilities.

"This might pose as a problem in the near future," he said. "If this was merely a one-time phenomenon, the matter will fall into obscurity within a matter of months. However, I suspect, whoever was responsible might do something again."

"…Yeah," she nodded, her mouth flatlining at his words. "I think so too. I've seen my fair share of scum, and the use of theatrical tactics like this could only mean they want public attention."

"That's one way of putting it," he remarked. "But from what you told me, I'm more inclined to believe that whoever did this merely wish to expose this man's serial offences and perhaps, publicly shame him as a bonus to their effect."

"What makes you say that?"

"Call it a detective's intuition," he smirked.

Saito rolled her eyes.

"No really, from what I'm seeing, I'd assume there's a personal grudge involved," he continued. "The awkward phrasing of this calling card could only narrow things down to two things. Either these 'Phantom Thieves', assuming there's more than one person, are a culmination of teens who are victims to Kamoshida's abuse. The other, I'd assume, would be an outsider who bore witness to the abuse and decided to take matters to their own hands."

She rested her chin on her hand, her eyes pointed to the calling card in his hand. Despite their current relationship, he knew that he ought not to let suspicion fly past her. For as long as he was under Shido, and her under the SGI, there's always room for secrets that would draw the line between them.

Goro stared at the cooling patch on her bruised cheek.

"What is it?" she asked when their eyes met.

"Nothing, just thinking about what Tinders would say when she sees that on you," he pointed at the patch.

"Please, don't remind me," she said. "I didn't even tell anyone in the team about us yet."

"Is that so? I'd love to see what face she'd make when she finds out."

"Anyway," Saito quickly said, attempting to change the subject. "You said we could narrow their identities into two categories, right? Anything else I can do to help with?"

He chuckled, wanting to poke a little more fun out of her, but decided not to press on further.

"There is something I do need your help with," he said. "Something that requires your well-spring of information. Perhaps, I might even require some assistance with the SGI."

Saito's lifted her head, her posture straightened at his words.

"What do you need?"

He lifted the corner of his mouth.

"Meet me at the station on the 15th, when exams are over," he said. "There's something I'd like to show you."

"…The fifteenth? That's…" Saito lowered her head in thought. "…alright then."

May 9 20XX

Evening

"Situla to Gemma, what's the status?"

Mira stared at Pav (Thomas), who was now carrying the unconscious fragment carrier on his back.

"Everything's all clear," she said replied to her speaker.

"Gemma, call the ambulance," Pav said, breaking a sweat from hauling the elderly man on his back. "Tell them we found another missing patient."

"Right," she said.

Had it not been for Akechi's profiling of the list of victims to the mental shutdowns, the entire team never would have gotten in time to extract the fragment from their current target. After Mira had called in for an ambulance, the two agents then headed their way out of an isolated alleyway and trudged themselves into central street.

"Five down, ten more to go," her colleague said sardonically. "But I gotta say, you've gotten better at handling things for yourself, Mi- I mean, Gemma."

"…You think so?" she said.

"Yeah," he huffed as he struggled to carry the unconscious victim. "Looks like you're getting the hang of handling that Molotov cocktail around your neck."

"It's all thanks to Vega's instructions I was able to handle it well."

"Except, what that pilgrim didn't tell you is how hard it actually is to use that specific type of orange stone," he head-pointed at the pendant that hung on her neck. "A pilgrim's crystal, infused with stardust is more potent that you'd imagine. If mishandled correctly and… well, let's just say it's potency is almost as good as a splitting atom."

Mira gaped at him. "You mean a-"

"Yeah," he nodded. "But hey, our pilgrim's a good teacher, and he's taught you the ways of handing it properly. So, there's nothing to worry about. I do have to say this though, you may not know it, but you've got potential."

"Potential?"

"To become a pilgrim, I mean," he then set the victim down by the central street entrance. "Or so Vega says, anyway. If we were in the Mystic Isles, he'd invite you into joining their order straight away."

She didn't know how to feel about that.

Things like the Mystic Isles, or other worlds that remain unseen in the public eye were merely facts she's read about, not something she'd imagine herself to become part of. But, after becoming part of the Starcatcher operative, even if it was just temporary, a small part of her wanted to know more about this hidden archipelago her teammates have been talking about.

A huddle of hushed conversations passed them by, as Pav crouched down beside the unconscious victim. He then pressed two fingers on the man's pulse-point where the head meets the neck, then turned to his watch to calculate the man's heartbeat.

"His pulse is weak," he said. "I just hope the ambulance would come around anytime soon."

"…how bad does it usually get," she asked in a low voice. "When they take over them, I mean."

"Reeally bad," Pav inhaled sharply. "The worst part? You'd never suspect these things have already taken hold of their vessels until they 'crack'. Like what happened with Reina."

Mira blinked. "Huh?"

"…That's another story for another time," he quickly added. "The cases here, however, are a whole other level."

As soon as the ambulance arrived, Thomas volunteered to accompany the victim while he prodded Mira to come home as soon as possible. Tinders then called it a day, declaring the night's agenda has safely been carried out; leaving Mira to wander around the streets of Shibuya all by herself.

So much has happened in the past few days.

And yet, there have been little progress thus far. As she made her strides towards Shibuya crossing, the news broadcast showcased yet another report on the newly defamed Suguru Kamoshida.

"-medallist Suguru Kamoshida had even donated to a prestigious school in his hometown once. It's hard to believe that this was the very same man who now falls in the shambles of his former glory."

Mira lifted her chin to the silver screen, eyes narrowing as she frowned at the news. She then brandished the red calling card Kawaki had given her, casting her gaze down to the object.

"Phantom thieves," she murmured.

Something felt off about it. And though she intended to keep her promise to Kawaki to put Kamoshida behind bars; never had she expected the man himself to come and out and confess before the entire school.

Not letting the thought delay her any further, she crossed over towards the station square.

"Everyone," a man declared aloud. "The lines of what is considered right and wrong in society today have been blurred. Without common sense no longer our guide, we make decisions based on our own selfish desires."

Mira stopped at her tracks, turned her head towards the orator.

He's still at it again, I see.

"-resulted into a deluge of self-centred people who delight in taking advantage of the weak," the man continued. "However, even in this modern day and age, it is imperative that we act in the best interests of all. A world where it is acceptable to trample on the rights of others for your own benefit. A world where the young exist only to be exploited… is a world that must be changed!"

No good Tora; Toranosuke Yoshida.

Mira vaguely remembered a specific case involving that name when her parents crammed so much information into her six-year-old mind. But in recent memory, bore witness to him standing by the square on a weekly basis; speaking out against the current state of their society.

The agent stood back and watched as the man's audience began to berate him of his idealist words.

It was a painful sight to see.

Just as she was about to turn her back and head over to the station, she immediately recognised the young man who stood adjacent to the former politician.

Akira Kurusu. Transfer student of Shujin with a criminal record.

She never would've guessed she'd see him again in a place like this. It didn't take long for the former diet member to close his speech, then turned in to discuss with the Shujin student.

At a quick glance, her eyes met with Kurusu.

Mira immediately ducked her head, pulling her hood over as she headed over towards the station until she saw something in the corner of her eye.

"-Why don't we take this matter to somewhere else."

A few paces where Mira was, she saw her classmate, Tsukino standing in front of a group of guys dressed like thugs.

"…Please let go of me," Mira could barely hear her classmate's whine.

"Don't make a scene," one of the thugs said. "Or else you'll make things harder on yourself."

The usual brash, and outspoken Tsukino now hung her head low with a tight lip.

Oh no.

Her mind was churning at what to do as she unconsciously plugged her left ear with her earbud. Ignoring it was out of the question. But even she knew she'd be dragging in unnecessary attention if she were to interfere. Then there's also the chance things could get ugly if she made the wrong move.

…Screw this.

"Tsuki-chan!" Mira screamed across the entire station square, turning the heads of all bystanders towards her direction. "Tsukino-chan, over here!"

Tsukino turned her head towards Mira, lifting her brows the moment their eyes met.

The men around her classmate suddenly wore grim expressions.

"Someone you know?" she vaguely heard one of them said.

Please, say yes. Mira prayed. And maybe they'll let you go.

The two girls locked eyes with each other, before Tsukino lowered her head, eyes watering.

"…No."

Shit.

The group immediately resumed their walk towards the direction of a nearby alleyway. At this rate, there was no time to call the police, since there were no straggling officers nearby. Calling in the SGI would be a waste of time either.

"Dammit," she cursed.

There was no other option but to drag her out of their clutches by herself.

Akira Kurusu witnessed the black-hooded girl running towards the group of thugs.

This doesn't look good.

He had a second to think about what to do. He couldn't ignore the fact that there was a girl in uniform getting dragged in by four men. Nor did he miss the detail that the hooded girl seemed to have caught on what was happening.

"Sorry, Yoshida-san," he quickly said to the former diet member. "But I need to-"

"Don't worry," Yosida nodded with a serious look. "I saw that too. I'll call the police; you go on ahead."

Akira made a quick apologetic bow before he headed over to follow the hooded girl.

It didn't take long for him to spot the group of shady men and saw the black-cladded girl purposefully bumping into one of them from the back.

"What the fu-"

"Ah! Sorry!" the girl said cheerily.

"The hell?"

"Tsuki-chan~!" the hooded girl pushed her way between the four and steadily approached the girl in captive. "I've been looking all over for you! Come on, we have a lot to catch up on!"

"Eh? Saito-san?"

The girl named 'Saito' proceeded to dragging her friend away from the four men casually Akira couldn't believe her guts to stand up to these men without flinching.

"Oi." One of the thugs blocked her way. "What's the deal with this bitch?"

"Tsuki-chan is my friend," she said with 'humph'. "And I wanna talk to her."

"Nice try," said another. But you ain't foolin' anyone."

One of the men stretched his hand out to grab 'Saito's' wrist, only for the girl to parry the man's arms with her own forearm and twisted it, enabling her to grab the man's wrist instead. Before Akira could process what was happening, the black-cladded girl landed a blow onto the man's knee, losing his footing before she pushed the man backwards with her own weight.

"What the-!"

"THIS WAY!" the girl then dragged her friend for a run back towards the direction of the station square.

At that moment, Akira's eyes once again, met with hers.

He stepped aside to let the two girls run past him, his arm instinctually stretched out to act as a human barrier between the girls and their pursuers.

"Step aside!" one of the thugs demanded.

"No," Akira said bluntly.

"Oh, so you wanna act like some hero?" another jeered.

"Someone's already called the police," Akira declared. "And it won't be long till someone shows up."

"Tch!"

"What're we gonna do?" the third man said to the first.

"Shit…" the first thug spat, then pointed his finger towards the direction past the Shujin student.

Akira turned around to see the hooded girl standing behind her sobbing friend.

"You're lucky enough you have your knight in shining armour to save you," the thug taunted. "But make this incident as your father's warning: there's a debt to be settled for what he did."

The man gestured for his group to leave, to which they conceded as they made themselves scarce from the public eye.

Behind him, he heard someone fall, prompting him to turn around and see the hooded girl's friend collapse to the ground.

"Tsukino-san?" 'Saito' shook her friend's shoulder. "Tsukino-san?!"

Akira walked up to the two girls and crouched beside the hooded girl. 'Saito' placed her two fingers onto her friend's neck and immediately sighed in half-relief. The Shujin student took the initiative to call the emergency hotline to call in an ambulance, just as two police officers suddenly showed up.

After all the excitement died down, answering questions from the police officers, Mira made a long sigh as she sat by one of the railings on the square to take a breather. With her classmate sent to the hospital and her contact info handed over to the police station, the agent now had one more thing to worry about.

She turned her head at Kurusu, who seemed to have stayed behind as he stared at her blankly.

"…C-can I help you?" she said timidly.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Yeah," she forced a smile. "I'm fine. I'm more worried about her though."

"'Her'?"

"The girl who just got sent to the ambulance."

Kurusu gave her a puzzled look.

"Was she your friend?" he asked.

"Just a classmate."

Mira couldn't help but give him curt, short answers as a means to avoid spilling out anything unnecessary. The last thing she'd want was to give herself away as Ayame Takahashi before this guy. But seeing how the spectacled student stared at her intently was enough to signal alarm bells for her.

"Sorry, but…" he said. "Do I know you from somewhere?"

"No," she shook her head, letting the lies take over. "Not really."

He didn't look convinced and continued to stare.

"Really," she insisted. "I believe this is the first time we've met. But then again, I've always been told I look like someone else in the crowd, so that might be it."

Kurusu rubbed the back of his neck, deviating his gaze away from her.

Mira felt bad, but she knew she'd have to find a way to leave without looking suspicious.

"…Thanks, by the way," she said. "For scaring those thugs off."

"I didn't do anything though," Kurusu quickly said. "You, on the other hand, did most of the saving."

"But I never would've gotten away if you hadn't stepped in. So, for that, thank you."

Mira stood up from her seat and was about to leave until-

"Oh, so there you are. I was beginning to think you decided to ditch me just like the other day."

The agent perked her head up at the sound of a high-pitched voice. She turned her head around to see who was talking.

"What's wrong?" Kurusu asked.

"Huh? Oh, nothing."

Mira turned to face Kurusu once more but was stunned at the sight of a cat climbing onto his shoulder and slipped into his bag that hung on his arm.

…Cat.

"…Ah, this is," Kurusu now appeared flustered as he began to explain himself.

Something in Mira twitched at the sight of the feline that sat in his bag.

Mira don't. As much as you'd want to touch it, don't-

"Y-your cat's name..." the words tumbled out before she realised it. "What is it?"

"…Morgana," he said.

The agent immediately dug her hands in her pockets as a means to hold herself back. But her attention was easily captivated at the sight of the tuxedo cat on Kurusu's back.

"…Do you want to pet it?" he asked.

"Is that… alright?" she asked timidly.

What followed came the unthinkable.

"Hell no, I refuse to be treated as someone's mascot!"

Words tumbled out of the cat's mouth, leaving Mira dumbfounded at the sight.

Did that cat just…

For a second, she locked eyes with the feline.

"…I must be hearing things," she said, shaking her head.

There's no way a cat could speak human-

"Anyway," she said, turning to Kurusu. "Thanks again for tonight. I'm forever in your debt."

She made a quick bow, turned her heel to leave.

Mira, you're probably just tired from all the work load from this week. You still have exams to study for and-

"Wait," the Shujin student called her out.

The agent turned her head around.

"Can you…" he tried to string his words. "Is it possible that you can hear… give me your contact id?"

"…Huh?"

She gave him one long look, then made a glance at the cat in his bag.

"…Sorry," she shook her head. "I don't usually give contact info to people I barely know. Thanks for asking though."

The agent bowed once again and headed off to the station's entrance.

"Hey," Morgana said. "Did you catch that?"

Akira watched as the girl's back disappear into the station.

"Uh-huh," he nodded.

"It might be best we keep a close eye on her the next time you meet," the cat said. "Chances are, she might have something up her sleeve."

He recalled the techniques she used to save her apparent classmate; an arm parry while being able to quickly adapt to that dangerous situation. If his guess was as good as Morgana's, he could only assume the possibility there were other people who has the metanav.

"Did you at least catch her name?"

"…Saito," he replied, as he turned his heel towards the station.

AN:

Mistakes have been made.
My reasons for the delay was not only due to rewriting this chapter over and over, it was also because I basically did a second version of the prologue and the first chapter. I still haven't decided if I want to publish them yet.