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Episode 25 - Preparations Are Key For Family

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Dies irae - Animation OST: Krieg

"Haa... Haa... Haa..."

Somewhere in the deep forest of Ainhard, a high school teenager by the name of Kyon was now running for his well earned life if he could depend on it. Running alongside him would be two certain idiots by the name of Conan Edogawa and Touma Kamijou, all as they sprint fast as much as he did, being equal paces between them.

But why were they even running in the first place?

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" screamed a couple of men, with a tribe like appearance, with spears and shields on the ready.

Oh... right...

In consideration of the fact that the male members of the Hinamizawa Gaming Club and Team TARDIS, minus Lord Ren Fuji who agreed to sit this one out and watch from the sidelines alongside the LDO and the rest of their extended families, friends, and love ones who were just watching from the view screens from afar, are now playing a game which is considered quite traditional at this point when it comes to all things related to their lives of adventures and misadventures.

Arrow Roulette.

Well, sort of in a way. As much as the name sounds like, all of the male members of the Hinamizawa Gaming Club and all of the main companions except for Lord Ren Fuji were simply standing back to back in a circular tight formation, all as a simple arrow begins to be fired, but with a key difference. For one, it won't be fired while the main companions and the male club members wait at the center in order to see who was the longest to stay. But rather, it will be an arrow that would seemingly dispersed from the sky the moment it reaches a certain height, to which in turn would signal the official start of the game, to which in turn would have enemies of all sorts materialize upon the commencement of said game.

And since then, the game had been going on for the past hour or so. But truth be told, they would not be alone in this matter as this one would be a test of sorts for military academy purposes, to which was why...

"I see the generals, few short clicks to the northwest," spoke one clone cadet from the comm-chatter, armed with a MA5B ICWS staser assault rifle, hiding somewhere from the upper part of the large trees in the vicinity.

"Everyone, this is it, put your weapons on the ready," spoke another clone cadet from the comm-chatter, also armed with a MA5B ICWS staser assault rifle, hiding somewhere from the upper part of the large trees vicinity.

As soon as Kyon, Conan, and Touma begin to take a major left turn, heading towards a part where many large trees were located, the tribe like natives soon begin to follow them not far behind, to which in turn made the clone cadets turn their weapons free.

"Now!," shouted one clone cadet from the comm-chatter, all as he and the rest of the clones begin to aim at the tribe like natives, shooting them all down in pinpoint accuracy straight to the head in short order, to which in turn sent many of them towards the ground in a thud which in turn made them disappear completely as white colored particles begin to be seen to replace the seemingly dead bodies, indicating that these natives weren't real and were just simply a holographic projection.

Kyon, Conan, and Touma immediately stop from their running marathon that they had been doing for the past few minutes in order to reach this location, with Kyon buckling his knee caps, trying his best to catch his breath, all as he sees the clone cadets from the corner of his eye, to which he made a simple thumbs up which was responded by multiple smiles and thumbs up from the clone cadets stationed at the branches.

The three main companions were simply catching their breath, knowing to themselves that this game isn't over and that these tribal men that were chasing them were not the only things to worry about as their opponents have a diversified list to get to by the time this game is over and done with for the rising dawn of the morning that is now indicated by the sun that is setting on the horizon of the snowy mountains.

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Dies irae ～Amantes amentes～ 主題歌 『Jubilus』

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Dies irae - Animation OST: Deus Vult

Somewhere from one part of the woods, multiple clone cadets, wearing advance training armor and armed with MA5B ICWS staser assault rifles, were now opening a continued barrage of near perfect accuracy upon a couple of Sangheili (Halo) who were closing in on their positions, all armed to the teeth with Type-1 Energy Weapons, sprinting fast in order to strike the clone cadets down with swiftness, only to be firmly denied as the clone cadets were dodging said swift close quarter attacks and automatically transforming their rifles into darksabers, ancient and unique black-bladed weapons created from a unique type of crystal not known on official records to which was well put to use by the clones who belong to the mantle of the Fett, being a well honored tradition that is being taken with pride, using this weapon to strike the incoming Sangheili down with ease, whereas eventually transforming the darksabers back into assault files, continuing the barrage as it were.

It was a rinse and repeat at this point. If the Sangheili ever decided to get too close, the clone cadets could only struck them down, swiftly decapitating them with ease, parrying each strike from the energy swords, all timed to near perfection.

Somewhere from the side of the fighting, both Andy Barclay and John Connor, with X-90 Phased Staser Rifles on the ready, were shooting and dodging through the swift attacks with ease.

One Sangheili tried to go for a decapitation strike for John, only for the latter to dodge at the last nanosecond, with his rifle aimed directly at the weak spot, triggering the rifle which made the Sangheili bent backwards towards the ground. Another Sangheili was going in for the kill, only for John to dodge another sword strike, aiming his rifle directly at the weak spot once more, making the other Sangheili bent backwards towards the ground. And yet another Sangheili was going in for the kill, rinse and repeat, sending Sangheili towards the ground, all due to the swift dodging and shooting of one John Connor.

One Sangheili tried to go for a decapitation strike for Andy, only for the latter to dodge at the last nanosecond, with his rifle aimed directly at the weak spot, triggering the rifle which made the Sangheili bent backwards towards the ground. Another Sangheili was going in for the kill, only for Andy to dodge another sword strike, aiming his rifle directly at the weak spot once more, making the other Sangheili bent backwards towards the ground. And yet another Sangheili was going in for the kill, rinse and repeat, sending Sangheili towards the ground, all due to the swift dodging and shooting of one Andy Barclay.

Many clone cadets were providing the two some form of cover fire from the rear, with their staser assault rifles aiming directly from the head to the upper regions of the chest, rendering the incoming Sangheili warriors null and void as they immediately thump towards the ground, with the remaining Sangheili being taken care of swiftly by both John and Andy, shooting through them all with ease.

"Huh, I have to admit, Andy, this is pretty fun all things considered," spoke John, sporting an excited smile, shooting two more Sangheili from his sight, sending him towards the ground in a thump.

"I thought so as well," spoke Andy, sporting an excited smile, shooting three more Sangheili from his sight, sending him towards the ground in a thump. Andy begins to sport a thoughtful expression. "Come to think of it, I wonder what the others must be doing at this moment since we seemed to be having this easy."

"Heh," John smirked, shooting through five more Sangheili coming close to his position, sending them towards the ground in a thump. "Oh we definitely are fighting the easy round considering that some of the others are having a literal fight for their lives right about now."

"I cannot believe that Kyon and the others are having it this easy!," shouted one Keiichi Maebara as he and Satoshi Hojo were now literally running for their lives all as a pack of Hunters (Prototype) were now closing in on them at full speeds, with claws on the ready.

The only thing that kept them from ever losing this round is because of the fact that clone cadets who were stationed at the tree branches from afar who were providing a proper amount of cover fire, all as the sounds of blue light staser beams were seen in droves, cutting through the Hunters like bread and butter.

Both Keiichi and Satoshi were using their FN SCAR staser rifles, opening fire from the back while continuing to run like hell which they had been doing for the past hour or so.

Running. Running. Running. Dodging three Hunters that almost graze them from the neck and the lower regions of the chest which would have made them lost the round as swift as the wind. Running. Running. Running. Dodging two Hunters that almost graze them from the neck and the lower regions of the chest which would have made them lost the round as swift as the wind. Running. Running. Running. Dodging three Hunters that almost graze them from the neck and the lower regions of the chest which would have made them lost the round as swift as the wind.

Rinse and repeat.

At some point, they managed to enter through some part of the forest, one that has a slope like appearance which allows them to slide down towards the river, crossing said river as their clothes became wet by the gentle flowing streams, firing back at the incoming Hunters that were coming close on them while doing so.

At that point, a sprinting figure begins to be seen, one whose appearance was Victorian for fashion sense, swiftly engaging the Hunters and slashing through their vital spots from head to toe with the sword of light, tinge in yellow bright colors, sending them screaming through their deaths, immediately dispersing as a signal of said death.

As both Keiichi and Satoshi finally made it to the other side of the river after taking advantage of the momentary respite, they noticed that they had just been saved by none other than Lelouch Lamperouge who was now wearing his usual wardrobe as Zero, minus the spiky black indigo mask that he usually wore to his face, seeing him slash through the enemy as swift as rain.

"Well damn, that's what I'm talking about!," Keiichi exclaimed in excitement, with a raise right fist to the air, all as he and Satoshi performed a fist bump.

But the peace itself was short lived as ten Sangheili were seen coming for them from behind, to which they immediately noticed as they begin to aim their rifles at them, only for said Sangheili to be shot by magenta colored bursts of energy, immediately sending them towards the ground in a thump, dispersing as a result.

Both Keiichi and Satoshi begin to turn around to spot Sota Mizushino, with his Ride Booker in gun mode, all as he made a simple salute with his right hand before summoning an Aurora Curtain to send him somewhere to another location in the forest, one where other enemies needed to be taken care of with simple ease.

"Alpha 79, 34, and 56, focus your firepower towards the northeast," ordered one Koichi Minamoto from the comm-chatter, armed with a FN SCAR staser rifle, was now shooting down a couple of Undead (Red Dead Redemption) that were now heading towards his location, shooting them down with ease through the head.

"Yes, sir," responded one clone cadet from the comm-chatter.

At that moment, multiple missile guiding bullets were rained down from above, heading straight upon the multiple Undead that were coming in from the northeast, blasting through the hordes with ease.

Taki Tachibana was not far behind as he, armed with a FN SCAR staser rifle, was providing some cover fire for Koichi, also shooting down the Undead by aiming directly at the head, killing them with ease.

"You sure took your time, Taki-san," Koichi said with a smile, shooting down a couple of Undead from the side in pinpoint accuracy.

"Well, I had to deal with a couple of battle droids that were shooting all over me from the side," Taki said with a smile, shooting down a couple of Undead from the side in pinpoint accuracy.

"Now I wonder how the others are faring at this point considering that all of us are a few distances apart from each other," Koichi wondered, shooting down a few Undead from the side in pinpoint accuracy.

Slash. Slash. Slash.

Sota was now using his Ride Booker on sword mode, slashing through multiple hordes of the Infected (Left 4 Dead) who were coming towards him from all sides, all at a 360° angle, with highly-energized pixelated slashes seen from the outside perspective, bringing a total decimation to the Infected.

He then begins to switch from sword mode to gun mode, firing multiple highly-energized, pixelated projectiles upon a couple of Salis Worms (Kamen Rider) that were now converging upon his position, destroying them all with ease, all as green smoke was seen from the aftermath.

Many clones from up the branches were also fighting, with their assault rifles transformed into darksabers as they engage upon multiple Sangheili that were coming up from behind them, trying to strike them down with their energy swords, only for it to be parried back as multiple clashes of the blade were heard, with a couple of Sangheili getting slashed as they fall towards the ground.

"Derrick!," shouted one clone cadet, aiming his DC-17 Staser Pistol, shooting the Sangheili who was coming from behind, to which made the clone cadet - Derrick - turn around to thank the clone cadet that save him.

"Thanks for that vod," Derrick said with a smile, all as he aims his DC-17 Staser Pistol at two Sangheili that were now converging upon their position, shooting them down with pinpoint accuracy.

"This is just getting ridiculous at this point," muttered one Touma Kamijou, armed with a blue bladed starsaber, all while slashing a couple of Hunters who were now coming towards him, all at a 360° angle.

Clone cadets that were stationed at the branches were providing some cover fire, shooting through a bunch of Hunters that trying to come near towards Touma, with them bringing out thermal detonators that were set to a few levels of explosive fire power upon detonation, creating impactful explosions that obliterated a couple of Hunters from all sides.

At that point, Touma begins to perform a Force Sprint, hopping from one side of a trunk to the other in order to climb up to the branches were many clone cadets were now engaging a couple of Sangheili and Salis Worms, landing straight to the armored chest of a Sangheili which sends two of its fellow Sangheili and a Salis Worm falling towards the ground. He begins to parry a strike from an energy sword that was wielded by a Sangheili, striking him from the lower chest. He begins to engage upon a Salis Worm that was presently engaging one of the clone cadets, cutting it down with ease. He begins to engage yet another Sangheili, who had noticed him as he tries to attack him by raising his energy sword towards the left, only for it to be blocked and twisted, with Touma striking from the upper chest regions, sending the half decapitated body straight towards the ground. Two Salis Worms were converging upon him from the front and back, with claws on the ready, only for Touma to firstly slashed the one from the back while dodging the other's claw attack by stepping to the side, then perform a slash maneuver that managed to cut it in half.

Rinse and repeat.

Through graceful timing and simple offensive and defensive maneuvers, after what seemed to be about five minutes in estimation, Touma managed to successfully killed off all the Sangheili and the Salis Worms that were plaguing many of the branches were the clone cadets are stationed.

Conan Edogawa was just simply raising an eyebrow, with arms crossed, now presently engaging several B2-series super battle droids (Star Wars) that were blasting him from all angles, to which he managed to deflect by activating one of the functions of his IDST Wristwatch which was to provide him with a reflective shield bubble that tossed the blaster fire back to the super battle droids, killing them instantly.

As the super battle droids would continue to fire in a continuous barrage, to which in turn would send them all down towards the ground in a thud out of their own blaster fire, Conan was just simply walking towards the next destination, with hands to his pockets.

After a few meters of walking that had led to multiple casualties upon the super battle droids, he finally arrive towards the position where Kyon was located, spotting Kyon standing tall with Sandalwood Guns on the ready as he was towering over what appears to be a giant boar-like creature - Boarbatusks - to which Conan would recognize immediately as a Grimm (RWBY). He also begins to notice many of the same boar-like creatures all seemingly dead before slowly dispersing. He sees Kyon now walking towards him all while as the beast that he was standing on was slowly dispersing as by the time Kyon touches the ground, the dead body now disappears for good.

"Well you sure took your time," Kyon pointed out with a raised eyebrow.

Conan just simply shrugged his shoulders. "I actually had it easy on my end all things considered."

"Hmph, this has been fucking entertaining so far," spoke one Lord Wilhelm Ehrenburg, smirking, crossing his arms.

He, the rest of the LDO, and many countless others have been simply watching the main companions, the male club members, and the clone cadets battle throughout the forest, striking down the enemy as swift as they can through the sheer potential of effort of teamwork.

It had already been the beginning of sunrise since then and so far...

"Hmph," Lady Eleonore von Wittenburg smirked with pleasure, crossing her arms, simply observing the battles on the large view screens from the large holographic table, observing especially her favorite five students among the main companions: Touma Kamijou, Conan Edogawa, Kyon, Sota Mizushino, and Lelouch Lamperouge. "What I most especially like about this is the fact that the five honor students are handling military command quite efficiently well as of this present moment in time, but then," she slightly shrugged her shoulders. "I wouldn't be surprised at the very least at this point due to the fact that they had many countless years of experience due to their travels with Lord Doctor."

"Speaking of which," Lord Rote Spinne spoke with curiosity, raising an eyebrow as he looks from the left to the right. "Shouldn't Lord Doctor be coming to see this by now? I am quite sure that he wouldn't like to miss this for the world if he could help it?"

"About that, my Lord Spinne," spoke one Lady Frederica Bernkastel, simply enjoying her tea, sitting on a black-and-white simple chair. "Lord Doctor is rather preoccupied as it were for the time being due to the fact that one of your members is keeping him in bed as it were, all with good intentions you understand."

"Hmmmm," laughed some of the female members of the LDO such as Lady Beatrice Waltrud von Kircheisen, Lady Riza Brenner, Lady Kei Sakurai, and Lady Rei Sakurai.

Shirou Yusa simply whistled in amusement, with crossed arms. "Honestly, now I have to wonder what the old man and that hag have been up to since the past few hours of being in charge here."

"Why do I have the strangest feeling that Shirou and the others are assuming wilder conclusions any more than necessary?"

That was the muttering of the Time Lord known as the Doctor, the Tenth Doctor to be more precise, all as he was simply resting in a white mattress for what amounts to a few hours of relativity, now sitting with his head leaning towards the top of the headboard with a white pillow on top, all while as he deeply observes the current battles that is now occurring in the deep forest of Ainhard, seeing his sons, two members of the Club, and the clone cadets that are now shown on a large view screen. And the expression that he was projecting right now was one of simple exasperation as much as a parent can be when his kids seemed to be talking behind his back.

"Hmmm," Lady Anna Maria "Rusalka" Schwagerin softly laughed, still in her Pre-LDO body, simply leaning onto the left shoulder with pleasure and satisfaction as she too observes the battles from the view screen. "You can't really help the men in general, my Lord Doctor. After all, it is quite natural for at least some to imagine something very kinky going on between you and me as we are quite all alone together. In fact, while we are still watching, maybe we could do a little harmless foreplay from the side while were at it," she said, using her right index finger to touch the Doctor's left cheek in a gesture of flirtatiousness.

The Doctor simply sighed and rolled his eyes out, slightly looking towards Rusalka with a happy and sad smile. "You and your special innuendos, Anna, I swear. And your experiences on that given field throughout the years is not really helping my case right now."

"Oh~," Rusalka smirked flirtatiously, twirling her right index finger into a circular fashion. "Is that jealousy I hear from my ears, my Lord Doctor?"

"Maybe, maybe not," the Doctor simply said in a vague, deadpanned tone.

Slash. Dodge. Slash. Dodge.

Rinse and repeat.

Lelouch Lamperouge had been sprinting and slashing through hordes upon hordes of large, dark, werewolf-like creatures - Beowolf - recognizing them as one of the Grimm, dangerous beings that were made by the God of Darkness.

Slash. Dodge. Slash. Dodge.

Rinse and repeat.

As many Beowolves tried to lunge unto him from all sides, with claws on the ready, all in top agile form, Lelouch immediately dodges in the last nanoseconds to spare, using Excalibur to hack through the monsters, striking from the lower chest region, head and feet, cutting them all down with simple ease.

Assisting him from the side is one Sota Mizushino, using his Ride Booker, switching fast from both gun and sword mode, firing highly-energized, pixelated projectiles and slashes, decimating the Beowolves that were coming in from the left to the right.

Sota manages to reach towards Lelouch's position, with Lelouch slashing another Beowolf, decapitating it while trying to dodge its claws, all as Sota shouted. "Lelouch! Back to back!," to which Lelouch immediately complied as they both turned back to back.

From all sides, Beowolves were rushing towards them in agile speed, with claws on the ready for pouncing attacks, to which both Lelouch and Sota begin to aim their respective weapons directly upon the ground, producing a heavy shock wave that sends brilliant white and magenta pixelated light that managed to scorch through the Beowolves like instant cooking, to which eventually spreads upon the other sides of the forest, engulfing a couple of stragglers and enemy combatants such as the Sangheili and Salis Worms, leaving only the clone cadets to cheer on in a flawless victory as they see their enemies crushed and ensured their profound success.

Touma Kamijou was performing feats above the average human, sprinting from one side to another upon the large trees of old, engaging and swiftly putting an end to the menace that plagues his fellow troops upon the battlefield, like a general that is not content of mere watching and was calling to arms for action, not simply content to sit from the sidelines like any other so-called armchair general.

Slashing through multiple Sangheili, sprinting through the left and the right in total efficiency. Slashing through multiple Salis Worms with the swiftness of the wind that takes the form of speed that is seemingly faster than a mere second, all as time seem to slow down for the man in particular, with him moving in normal speeds from his perspective while the others could only make out a blur if it were possible.

In one of his hops towards the trees, he struck down a couple of Sangheili and Salis Worms through a 360° angle, producing a blue slash like effect in twisted fashion, likened to that of a non-stopped twister of epic proportions. After said twisting attack, he makes landing towards a certain part in the forest that seemed to be a geyser field of a sort, all as he sees an intermittent discharge of water ejected turbulently and accompanied by steam throughout many holes in the area.

He begins to turn back, heading back towards the places in the forest where the training was still going on, all as he hears a couple of explosions from the distance, indicating that the battles seemed to be far from just over.

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Dies irae - Animation OST: Einherjar Rubedo

But...

He narrowed his eyes. Something didn't seem to feel right as the moments seemed to pass by. He walks by as slowly and as silently as possible as if he were in enemy territory, walking in light calculated footsteps, scanning from the left to the right, with his weapon of blue colored plasma on the ready.

Walk. Walk. Walk. Walk.

Then suddenly, his Imagine-Sense was triggered, eventually making him turn around to find someone...

No... Not just someone... Something...

A being that was an eluder of gods and demons alike...

An all dark figure with red hollow filled circle eyes, ones that would stare deep into your soul and would know of who you are, likened to that of a multitude of daggers that pierce oneself. A black trench-coat and cowboy hat for its wardrobe.

Touma begins to sweatdropped in sheer trepidation, readying his blade with firmness, in recognition of an old enemy of long ago. An old enemy that was an elusive puppet master that he had the unfortunate pleasure of dealing with on the very eternal days of the Endless June. A being that eluded both gods and mortals alike. An old enemy that had a very long history that is connected to him in particular.

(static) (static) (static) (static) (static) (static) (static) (static)

Static begins to fill his head, all as his black orbs never loses sight of those red hollowed eyes. Both of whom were simply staring upon one another. A realization that was ultimate and final. A familiarity of presence between the both of them. There is no mistaking it.

This wasn't a hologram. This wasn't a hologram. This wasn't a hologram.

This was real. This was real. This was real.

Why? Why? Why?

Why is he here? Why now? He dared to show himself now when there would be a couple of powerhouses on this world that could practically obliterate him?

Or is this being simply a mere copy of the actual being that is standing right before him? Or is this simply a mere projection that is simply just content of watching from afar?

For this being that wore a simple cowboy hat and a black trench-coat, all in seeming western fashion. It was simply an unknown. Something that seemed to draw a complete blank upon the mind of one Touma Kamijou.

A being that seemed completely mysterious. Almost as if this being was a mere fraction of the actual being that remains hidden upon the dark.

A mystery. An enigma. One that he had the unfortunate pleasure to do battle with as unlike his usual enemies, this one seemed completely silent in the midst of all the chaos. Very eerily silent. Almost as if this being was just simply content of watching from afar like a simple person who watches from a television as a form of leisure. A being that had the power to manipulate indirect forces and send in down upon him in the least expected outcomes.

In all of the times that he fought him in indirect fashion, in all the many countless Fragments that he had endured, all to the point of an endless amount of pain and suffering, and to which made him understood the darkness that his second father - the Doctor - had endured before he even met him. A War that still lingers even unto the present relative day.

He knew this being. He knew that this being shouldn't be underestimated. For unlike with others, you could not simply bargain and reason with him. For the motives of this being seemed completely alien. Seeming to be random and yet very complex in an intricate design.

A being that could be instantly squashed by someone of Lord Ren Fuji's caliber. And yet, this being still remains the ever present elusive one precisely because it knew where its limits lie.

It was a dreadful silence. It was a dreadful encounter.

Was this being even truly present here? Or is this being simply content of watching from afar?

Whatever the case, this being would just simply vanish from his sight after what amounts to a few minutes of silence, with not a hint of trace to be found. One that made him still trepidating in sweatdropped fashion, but was slightly loosening his grip of saber, all as he deeply ponders the implications that is now being enacted for this particular moment.

But at that moment...

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

Touma widens his eyes, all as he turns his back to see a giant flaming sword heading straight towards him, to which he immediately dodges at the last nanosecond, back flipping in zigzag fashion, dodging one of the geysers that was spouting the boiling water that he could practically sense from the smell, landing towards the rocky ground with his left hand to pull in the brakes from said landing, now in a crouch position with his saber on the ready.

He spots the one wielding the giant flaming sword. One whose appearance seemed to be likened to that of a fire demon that had come from the inner depths of Muspelheim. Flames adore all of its body. Flames seemed to be its lifeblood. A figure that carries a a giant flaming sword that had a few edges of flickering fires that arouse a visible greyish smoke that is seen to arise from the skies. Its feet seem to bring with it magma whenever it went with its feet. Its smile was malevolent in nature, one that delights at the inner prospect of burning one's enemies and basking it to the eternal flames.

He simply breathes in and out despite the smoke, letting himself feel one with the Force, making a battle stance that has him raise left hand in swift fashion, all while never letting go of his proper footing stance, twisting his blade and positioning his right elbow, all to form the timely and appropriate stance of Soresu, making ready for the flow of movement to endure in common defense, all as a gesyer rises up from his back which signals a coming determination upon the Warrior of the Endless June.

"«Adfectus clavis est ad intuitum; pax tamen est optionis potior, quae in aeternum studeat superbia sumenda. («Emotion is the key to insight; yet peace is the option most preferable, one that is to be taken with pride to forever strive forward.)"

He begins to speak with a formal sound of voice befitting to that of a centurion of old, one that is tied to the inner resolve, all as he begins to utter the words of a sacred form of tongue that is found within the heavenly halls of those who knew the true nature of the Force.

"Ignorantia semper non est beatitudo; cognitio tamen semper adest aeternitatis constans. (Ignorance is not forever bliss; yet knowledge is the ever present constant of eternity.)"

Mysterious words that flow from one's soul. A resolve to forever march upon the battle undeterred. An ever present vigor to forever strive forward despite the seemingly endless amounts of strife and conflict that forever follows in the midst of such misfortunes that turned into inner blessings that were well worth cherishing unto one's last breath.

"Affectus contendit ad magnitudinem momenti temporis; tamen serenitas eius est statera in medio scalarum divinarum veritatis et iudicii. (Passion strives for greatness of the ephemeral moment; yet serenity is its balance in the midst of the divine scales of truth and judgment.)"

As the mysterious words continued to form, all that came from inspirations of tidings that came from the forged bonds of one single family of many diversities, so has the resolve of the heart that came forth from the man who had lived for an eternity of wandering the Sea of Fragments was now uttering his creed of modification that befits the status of a Jedi Lord of the Holy Order to forever strive forward. And with that comes the time when a rectangle shaped field displaying the "Chi-Rho" symbol, one tinge in golden colors of regality and formality as it begins to come forth from up above and forever replace the normal clothing that the man is now wearing from head to toe.

"Chaos in ligonibus manere potest in aeternum praesens conflictus cum pretio liberi arbitrii et electionis usque ad ultimum ipsius temporis; una tamen concordia est, quae perennet in omnibus quae semper vere recta et iusta sunt, una officii et salutis, quae omnibus datur salva et aequa aequa causa unice conveniens. (Chaos may remain in spades for the ever present conflict that comes with the price of free will and choice unto the very end of time itself; yet harmony is the one that ultimately endures in all the things that are forever truly right and just, one of duty and of salvation that would be given to all without prejudice and fair equal that befits the single cause.)"

Mysterious words come forth, with the words "Pax et treuga Dei, (Peace and Truce of God)" being seen to encircle all around him, all as the winds seemingly form all around him. The man now donned the clothing of a noble centurion of old, one that graced the ancient world that lies from the west, one that had been under the banner of the Roman Empire whose territory spans from the continent of Europe, all the way to the plains of North Africa, and to the sandy deserts of the Middle East.

"Mors omnibus perveniat qui vivit ex vita mortalitatis et electionis, est enim mensura parvae capacitatis in medio temporalitatis; vis tamen semper vera manet viventis et incognita ad alta volare nititur, gradientis praeceps sine haesitatione contra impossibiles dissidentes vincere nititur. (Death may come to all who live by the life of mortality and choice, for it is but a measurement of limited capacity in the midst of temporality; yet the Force still remained forever true of the one who lives and strives to fly to heights unknown, one that walks headfast with no hesitation to strive to overcome against impossible odds.)"

For death itself seemed to be a choice that could be given, and yet could also be refused of. The belief of a man of misfortune who embraces his inner misfortunes, making him a part of who he is and what he is supposed to be.

No longer that of a god of pestilence is he who mutters the words of promise. No longer was he simply the man who would follow a script that came forth from the mouths of fate itself. For he will forge his own fate. For he will embrace his own misfortune. For he will be the light to bring darkness to others. For he will be the one who would shatter the illusions of all who would try to harm those who would fall under the protection of him who understands what it was truly like to suffer so.

"Oratio―― (Prayer――)"

White bluish thunder begins to spark from his entire body and throughout his entire blade, all as he and the dragons that reside within him utter together as one, encircling towards him from all angles, with the mysterious winds of a strong but firm breeze of grandeur that was seemingly produced from his own person, while the geysers from the background resound in its endless vibrations of hydrogeological phenomenon of praises for the coming forth of the man who would fight against the flames of falsehood that would dare scorch upon all with no hint of beauty nor delight.

"Perdam illam illusio - Delusio Ruptor!» (I will destroy that illusion - Imagine Breaker!»)"

At that moment, sounds of bluish thunder begin to be heard, all as a rupture was felt from the field of volcanic proportions. The man in centurion armor was generating multiple amounts of electricity from his body and from his blude bladed plasmic sword that now turns green from an automatic switch, denoting the color of harmony, helpfulness, cooperation, spirituality, and demonstrable goodwill, one wielded by those who are deemed wise in simplicity and truth, all as the two dragons that now reside within him, one that wields the power of thunder and lighting and one that wields the wind, would now answer the call of the One Who Wields the Spear of Destiny.

Raijin (雷神) and Fujin (風神) were the names of the dragons that were now coming to the aid of their humble user. The former was a god of thunder, lightning, and storms. The later was a god of the wind. Two powerful forces of nature come together in order take down the fiery demon of giant stature from up above who was now summoning its fiery minions, all with the flaming wings of twofold nature, with fiery swords and shields on the ready, materializing from all sides of the gigantic beast who was now stomping upon the steamy ground, as its feet produced molten magma from a few short meters.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

The giant fiery demon raises its flaming sword, shouting out a war cry, thus signaling its materialized minions of the flame to charge towards the enemy that was now chosen as a sacrifice in praise of its honor, to which the howling demons of fire shrieked and joined in the war cry as they all charge towards the position where the centurion was now steadying upon his ground, awaiting the enemies of the flame of falsehood and deceit to come near to him as the moments of time begin to seemingly slow down in patience, with the eyes slowly closing on the centurion's part, breathing in and out.

Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait.

At that moment... Just as the creatures of flame, with swords and shields on the ready, diving headfast as they begin to raise the infernal death knell...

He begins to raise his sword, tinge in the ever luminous lightning that discharges from his own person, to which makes him sprint fast, almost as if time itself seemed to slow down.

Slash. Slash. Slash. Slash.

He manages to hop and strike through the vital spots, from the head and other parts of the upper chest regions in the ever increasing chances of pure speed that is conducted by lightning.

Slash. Slash. Slash. Slash.

As he continued to slash freely with grace and dignity, multitudes of fiery minions of twofold infernal grandeur simply faded to mere ashes, almost as if likened to an aftermath of a volcanic eruption that spouts ashes upon the atmosphere. And so comes the ashes that forever smoke upon the valley of the boiling hydrogeological proportions.

He slashes and slashes with not a hint of stopping, forever remaining undeterred despite the odds that were stack upon him, all in remembrance of the light that becomes the ever present guide that forever shines his path of misfortune. An identification of his own present misfortune is now what drives him to try to push through new heights of the ever present unknown.

No longer is he the man who follow the realm of clichés that grew too tiresome for the ever present expectations of mere mortals of idle thought and purpose. For he is now a man who would forge the paths of his own making, becoming his own person who tries even in spite of the possibility of failing. For is it not that life is always a constant challenge that every god and mortal has to face for one reason or another.

Slash. Slash. Slash. Slash.

Slash from the head. Slash from the upper chest regions. All resulting in a multitude of these summoned servants to meet their profound end all as the centurion draws closer to the giant who wields the infernal flames that are nothing but of falsehood and a sheer mockery of what it means to wield a true flickering flame that basked in the ever present halls of a Warrior worthy of Valhalla.

A lesson of the flame. A keeper of the flame. One that he - the centurion - would strive to respect to his utmost as many countless lessons can be drawn from a simple flame of light that graced the ever present moment of time. For in the beginning, there was light in order to balance out the darkness. For flame is a universal principle that has arisen countless civilizations out of the darkness, being the ever present guide that makes men of courage and valor step up to the cause of what is true to behold for all to see.

Slash. Slash. Slash. Slash.

After decapitating more than a hundred of the infernal abominations, the centurion begins to make haste towards the giant infernal beast who was now simply raising his sword, all as meteoroids from up above were beginning to rain down on top of him, all as the skies seemingly darkened, with ash raining down upon the ground signifying a battle that is no doubt being witnessed by all who have been alerted to the sudden forces that had managed to leaked through the protective shields of Helios Praxima.

"What the hell!," exclaimed one Lord William Ehrenburg, sporting an expression that has him raised his eyebrows, all as he, most of the LDO, and many countless others were now seeing something quite unbelievable to behold.

For an enemy of false flames to suddenly sneak in while training was quite the sheer bold move to behold for all. And with that comes the sounding of the alarm as multiple clones and other personnel from many backgrounds were now scrambling to get the cadets to safety.

"..." Lord Ren Fuji was simply narrowing his eyes, which by now have suddenly grown bright, with crossed arms, all as he and many others were simply watching the present battle that seemed to be happening on the geyser field.

"Hmm," Lord Machina simply narrowed his eyes in contemplation, pondering over the ever present battle that is now occurring between his most favored student and the infernal beast that had suddenly dropped in from quite literally out of nowhere.

"...anata," muttered one Lady Rika Kamijou, as she, Lady Satoko Hojo, and the rest of the female members of the Higurashi Gaming Club were now sporting worried expressions, all as they see the battle between Touma and the infernal beast.

Truth be told, many of them were now quite eager to head over there immediately in order to help and assist Touma, just as many voices were now raising quite loudly in as a response to this incident, but...

"Wait."

The one to put such things as a halt was none other than Lady Eleonore von Wittenburg who could not help but narrow her eyes, all as she sees her student engaging upon something that had no such right to wield the flame.

"Let my student handle this."

She said this with a firm tone, as if it were an order that no one would dare refuse, one that had raised eyebrows turned towards her from all sides.

"Major?," Lady Beatrice Waltrud von Kircheisen muttered in surprise.

"I would agree," spoke Machina, in agreement with his fellow Einherjar, sporting a serious but firm expression, with crossed arms. "Let the boy handle this."

"I would agree as well," spoke Lady Michael in subtle declaration, who was narrowing her golden eyes towards the battle that was now happening upon the ground. "Let my grandson handle the infernal beasts, for this is his moment of battle in preparation for future tidings to come. The only things we could do for the moment is for the swift evacuation of the clone cadets, bringing them as far away from the geyser field as possible, and also for the stationing of the troops and the fleets, encircling towards at least more than a few hundred meters away in order to take care of any stragglers that would seemed to pass by my grandson's notice."

And with that, everyone could not help but fall silent, all as they eventually concede to the request of the Leader and Princess of the Heavenly Host of the Angelus.

"..."

Both the Doctor and Lady Anna Maria "Rusalka" Schwagerin were simply narrowing their eyes, sporting serious expressions, all as they saw the fierce battle that is now erupting between Touma Kamijou and the infernal beasts that were drawing the power of the flame.

To both of them, it would appear that an enemy, one of many, had decided to perform a test of a sort that is now broadcasted live for all to see.

They both looked towards one another, making a simple nod, turning back towards the screen with trusting and determined expressions, in order to keep watching the battle that was now still commencing from the forest.

"What the hell is happening here?!," asked Kyon, all as he and the rest of his fellow main companions, male members of the Gaming Club, and a few clone cadets were now simply together watching the present battle between Touma Kamijou and the infernal beasts that is now taking place in a geyser field that is not far from their location.

"It would appear that someone had decided to take advantage of our training when no one is looking," Koichi Minamoto spoke, making a narrowed expression as he watches the battle that is now happening from the screen.

"Damn it!," Keiichi Maebara cursed, clicking his tongue in displeasure and worry. "What the hell are we even doing standing around, we should be going over there to help Touma out!"

"Unfortunately Keiichi-san," spoke Lelouch, who was now holding his right ear as he listens in to the comm-channel. "It would appear that under orders from Eleonore-sensei, Machina-sensei, and Lady Michael, this battle would be dealt with by Touma alone. All we can truly do is make sure to take care of any stragglers that would possibly slip by his notice."

"..." many of those gathered were now sporting worried and trusting expressions as they continue to watch the battle with interest.

A large sword strike was now heading towards Touma Kamijou, all with the sheer quantity of magma that was present, spraying said quantities of little measure onto him, to which he begins to evade with all his might, making use of the power of the wind to twist the magma away from his position.

One meteoroid was now heading towards his location, making landfall towards him from above, to which he simply begins to raise his left hand, stopping said meteor, and would begin to hurl it at the face of the giant fiery demon that was now about to do another swift strike, to which a sudden strike was heard as the demon begins to stumble from its position, emitting a howl of pain.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHH!"

The demon begins to summon more fiery demons of human like stature upon command, all armed with flaming swords and shields as they begin to make swift haste and attack with ferocious vigor, to which Touma would begin to immediately breathe in and out despite the seeming smell of ash that was present on the atmosphere, raising his emerald blade of lightning, tinge in white bluish colors amidst the ferocious foes.

One fiery demon comes in, raising its sword towards the neck. Dodged by Touma and made a turn to slashed the demon from the lower chest region, cutting it in half. Another two come in, raising their swords, only for Touma to perform a lightning strike by aiming his emerald blade upon the demons, frying them to ash. More demons begin to encircle him from all sides, to which he responded by releasing a strong gust of wind that sends them all flying in many directions through a twisting effect of a 360° turn.

Rinse and repeat. No matter how much the fiery demons fight back, raising their swords and shields in order to put an end to the centurion, said centurion would begin to make a counterstrike that would shift through in swift speed, all as he slashes through the head, neck, and upper body parts which cut them down with swift ease, turning into ashes in an instant.

As Touma was combating the fiery demons that were now engaging him the giant infernal demon begins to make use of a phrase that resounds upon its ancient voice that seemed to be speaking of an incantation.

"Kommand―― komforthr, ye bjartr ok innocent flames ór wardom. (Command―― Come forth, ye bright and innocent flames of wardom.)"

At that moment, a rapid expansion in volume associated with an extremely vigorous outward release of energy was suddenly sung in droves, all engulfing towards Touma's position, which had now eradicated all of the fiery demons that were present, to which he automatically deflect by transforming his emerald blade into a golden shield, sporting the "Chi-Rho" symbol, with an emerald brightness coming from all sides as a sign of protection that dispels the flames.

At that moment, the shield that he carries now begins to emit a bright white emerald light that would now fire a continuous barrage of shield like barriers that would now happen upon the enemy.

"Defense―― eigi helgr né ljós munu quench flamerinn. (Defense―― Not holy nor light will quench the flame.)"

The barriers were being negated by the flames of the sword that the giant demon holds with the swing of a professional swordsman, all as the tongue of defense was heard that brought empowerment upon the weapon.

However...

Touma would begin to use this opportunity to instantly transmit himself towards the back of the giant demon in order to deliver a precise blow upon the neck through the use of his emerald sword that had now switched in place of the holy shield of aptitude, to which the demon suddenly parried its giant sword upon the centurion's sword, making a soundwave that instantly produces violent winds that would shook the geyser fields to a seismic disturbance, just as the alien creatures that were present nearby were now making a flight away in response.

Sounds of a clashing sword of emerald beauty and of the infernal magma were heard across the field in speeds of relentless determination, all as the magma never touched upon the clothing of one Touma Kamijou, whose centurion armor protects him from said lava that remained in an unnatural state as a result of a hidden nature made present upon the beast.

Even with meteoroids coming down in droves from the sky, Touma payed no heed to it and kept pushing on, slashing upon the meteoroids while parrying each strike from the flaming sword that is now being hurled towards him.

Neither would yield until the other falls. But only one would truly stand while the other would surely fall.

Twisting and turning, from the front, back, and side, always dodging with swiftness, likened to that of simple lightning, the centurion would hurl down discharges of electricity upon the beast through a couple of vital spots, to which said beast could only howl in pain as it begins to fiercely use its sword to try to burn the centurion as if he were an irritating pest, which would be of no avail as Touma manages to intercept them all through the simplicity of movement that comes forth from lightning.

A swift turn occurs for Touma, all as he dodges another swift strike that had the feeling of molten flame that could scorch the skins of a normal human, dodging another strike upon another for another set of twenty.

Twenty strikes of the sword were either dodge or parried, all as the clash of emerald and magma became bright to the point of being the ever present beacon that forever shrouds the tick ash clouds that were now raining down its produced fumes.

Touma would begin to use an offensive maneuver, having learned from one of the Avatars - Aang - that reside in his friend and the current incarnation of the Avatar - Korra - immediately directing a jet of compressed air that was shot from the hands, feet, and mouth, producing violent air blasts that would forever dispel the magma that were to be hurled on top of him. He would begin to use another technique that he had learned from the same Avatar - Aang - summoning a smaller scale air vortex that managed to suck the meteoroids that were to be hurled on top of him, slingshotting them towards the infernal beast that was now muttering a defense spell for this occasion.

"Defense―― fyrir einn's flame eru hans own til quench fyrir thirst. (Defense―― For one's flame are his own to quench for thirst.)"

And as the defense was muttered, Touma would use the opportunity to perform a dive maneuver that allows him to sprint fast in zig zag fashion, likened to that of a precise lightning strike that would ensure the end of the beast in question, to which the beast managed to swiftly vade by immediately summoning multiple numbers of infernal demons of twofold wings, with swords and shields once more that would forever block the path of the holy centurion. And these infernal demons would begin to charge upon the centurion just as he was about to go near to the giant demon who carries the flaming sword.

Touma was narrowing his eyes, just as three fiery demon come in, raising their sword towards the neck and the upper chest. Dodged instantly by Touma and made a few turns that managed to slash the demons from the upper and lower chest region, cutting them, in half. Another three more came in, raising their swords, only for Touma to perform another lightning strike by aiming his emerald blade upon the demons, frying them to ash.

Touma would begin to use another technique of the air, suddenly changing directions when attacked from multiple sides and evading by physical movement, to which he then begins to perform an air swipe that redirected the meteoroids back at the demons, decimating most to ash.

Touma would begin to transmit himself above a few meters from the infernal beast, dematerializing his saber in order to performed an energy attack by cupping the hands and flew back a few short meters, releasing said powerful beam of energy, tinge in the color of white discharged thunder, one that was heard throughout the geyser field, which had struck the beast down to its knees.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHHH!"

But the beast was not out just yet. For it was stubborn. For this beast will not allow itself to yield to the likes of a lowly mortal who was seemingly chosen to wield a weapon of nobility that could turn and make gods and mortals flee and fall.

"Offense―― fyrir einn's flames eru sem hvass sem neverinn profounð brimir. (Offense―― For one's flames are as sharp as the never profound sword.)"

At that moment, multiple swords made of flames begin to rush down upon the centurion, to which said centurion begins to dodge fast and strong, narrowly avoiding the edges of magma that was spouting from said swords, to which the centurion would instantly pull said flaming swords back at the infernal minions that were once again encircling him from all angles, decapitating them all from the head to the chest, just as the gigantic swords materialized by the flames engulf them all to ash.

Touma would then begin to twist his blade into a spinning position, conjuring up lightning from the grey clouds of ash which had dissipated into raindrops that would now rain down upon the hydrogeological geyser fields thereby replacing malevolence with benevolence.

A memory of his two teachers comes to his mind as he twist the atmosphere back to its natural benevolence. A memory of two strong women who wield the flames and the lightning.

To Lady Eleonore von Wittenburg - Lady Samiel Zentaur - Number IX of the Longinus Dreizehn Orden's Obsidian Round Table. To Lady Beatrice Waltrud von Kirchiesen - Lady Valkyria - Former Number V of the Longinus Dreizehn Orden's Obsidian Round Table.

One walks the path of flames. The other walks the path of lightning. One who wants to burn forever in the glow of gold. The other who wants to be the light that guides one's comrades on the battlefield.

As of this moment, it would seem apparent to one Touma Kamijou that there seemed to be no form of contradiction between the two of them despite the seeming opposites of apparent discrepancy.

For what does it truly mean to burn forever in the glow of gold? For what does it truly mean to be the light of those that guide one's comrades in battle?

The answer seemed pretty simple for someone like Touma Kamijou. For he must become the flame which burns forever bright in order to be a guide to those who have yet to have seen the light.

For it seems apparent to one Touma Kamijou that the flames and the lighting are all bound up together to perform one spectacular move that would make the spectators dazzle and cry out for more in an awed sense of charisma and fashion.

For as he twist and turns the emerald sword, he conjures thunder that was born from the ashes of the grey clouds that is now raining down gentle raindrops that would grace the face of a Warrior who understands that through sheer determination and effort, one finds a way to burn forever bright and become the gold that would entice others to strive to walk the paths of righteousness. For that was one of his desires as the man who breaks the illusions of others. To never set the blame upon anyone and to move ever forward with no amount of regrets.

At that moment, he discharges a bunch of bluish light electricity that came from the grey clouds and through his own blade and body that forms the basis of his identity that would like to show to everyone that he is a man who would never follow the script set out before him, championing the ideal of free will and choice as a gift of the All-Mighty One.

As thunder strikes down from up above, the beast was severely wounded as it was struck through many of its vital spots, screeching in sheer agony, all as it tries to get back up from its own two feet as the sword of magma acts as a way to push it up.

"Offense―― hvisperr er œrinn til quench flamesrinn. (Offense―― A whisper is enough to quench the flames.)"

It was a battle of attrition now. One that was conducted by two spectators of the seeming spotlight that is now brightening up the surrounding area, all as multiple geysers were sung from the deep, releasing an intermittent discharge of water that was ejected turbulently and accompanied by steams.

It was a battle that was now deemed a struggle for both flames and thunders that grew fiercer in their struggle to push oneself back.

"...Ghh!," Touma gritted his teeth, all as both of his hands were aimed directly at the beast below who was now parrying the thundering strike with its own flames of pure determination.

It was battle of attrition that stretches upon the fields of boiling waters, some of which were now gushing forth from the background, releasing pressures of a superheated column of steam and water to the surface through their internal plumbing.

"Kommand―― komforthr, ye bjartr ok innocent flames ór wardom. (Command―― Come forth, ye bright and innocent flames of wardom.)"

Another sound. One that carried explosions of vigorous nature begin to be conjured towards Touma's position, engulfing him with the generation of unnatural high temperatures, to which he managed to protect himself by conjuring up the power of one of the dragon gods that now reside him. A god that is now speaking right through him as both became one in a moment of song, likened to that of two actors playing the part of one person.

＂工 凡而 乍凵ク王几 － コ尺丹呂回几 ム口句 口乍 卞井モ 山工んマ － 乍口尺 亜 人冊 丁廾臣 井モ丹レモ几廴羊 山亜んマ 卞井太丁 乍口尺モソヨ尺 呂尺太亡臣互 卞廾モ 山口尺ユマ 乍尺回而 十廾巨 日ヨ呂王卩几王卩呂 凵几了口 兀廾ヨ 巳卩マ， 云亜ソ亜ん云 亜卞ら 工ん廾凡日工了人卩兀弓 了井巨 而口而モ几兀己 回乍 尺巳ら尸王丁モ 凡ん句 レ工ム回尺， 口乍 十尺口凵日ユ臣弓 凡几コ 冊工己乍口尺丁立ん巨互， 卞井ヨ 尸尺回尸臣尺 乍口尺冊 回乍 十廾ヨ 山工んマ 王几 人亡匚口尺コ人ん亡巨 山工了井 兀井ヨ 互王云卩ら 口乍 兀廾ヨ 卞王而ヨ己； 人卩マ 了廾立ら 丁井巨 匚し回廿マら 回乍 了井ヨ 廾巳凡レモ卩ら 兀井太十 太尺臣 人日口ソヨ 卞井巳 ソ人廿ユ兀互 口乍 十廾モ 凡ん亡王ヨ卩兀 コ人羊ら 丹尺モ 十井巨而弓巳廴レモ己 日凵卞 乍口尺臣レモ尺 而王ん巳 卞回 亡回而而太卩句， 乍口尺 亜 凡而 兀廾ヨ 山王几マ 丁廾丹卞 互山亜乍兀弓 凵尸口ん 日回了井 己凡王几丁互 凡んコ ら亜几ん巨尺己 凡ユ亜片巨． 人卩マ 了井凵ら ら人羊 工 廿卩兀口 兀廾ヨヨ：(I am Fujin - Dragon God of the Wind - For I am the heavenly wind that forever graces the world from the beginning unto the end, giving its inhabitants the moments of respite and vigor, of troubles and misfortunes, the proper form of the wind in accordance with the signs of the times; and thus the clouds of the heavens that are above the vaults of the ancient days are themselves but forever mine to command, for I am the wind that swifts upon both saints and sinners alike. And thus say I unto thee:)"

At that moment, an air sphere begins to form upon the entire body of the centurion, all from head to toe, all as the grey clouds from the sky grew ticker and ticker, with the gentle rain turning completely heavy as it graces the man who conjures such a feat, forever accepting of the rain that washes upon one's face in a moment of respite. A natural rain that is devoid of any pollution that is conjured by the mistakes of mere mortals.

It was then that another dragon god begins to come forth, speaking through the centurion, as both he and the god would now speak their next part that comes with the role of a profound actor.

"工 人而 尺人亜ク王卩 － コ尺人呂回ん ム回句 口乍 丁井立卩コモ尺， し王呂廾兀ん工ん云， 太几句 弓丁口尺而 － 乍口尺 亜 人而 十井臣 ヨ戸亜卞回冊臣 口乍 亡井人口ら 人んコ 句ヨ互丁尺立匚了工口卩 卞井太兀 乍口尺巳ソモ尺 呂尺丹亡臣ら 兀廾巳 山回尺廴句 乍尺口冊 卞廾ヨ 日モ云王几几亜几ム 立几卞回 了廾巳 ヨ卩コ， ム王レ亜ん呂 王兀己 王卩井凡日工了太几卞互 了廾巳 而口冊巳几卞弓 口乍 尺ヨら戸亜了モ 丹卩句 ソ工呂回尺， 回乍 丁尺口立日ユ巳弓 凡几句 而工ら乍回尺十凵ん巳互， 兀廾巨 戸尺回戸ヨ尺 乍口尺而 口乍 十廾ヨ 了井凵几マヨ尺， ユ王ム井丁ん亜几ム， 丹ん句 ら了口尺冊 亜几 凡亡匚口尺コ丹卩匚巨 山工丁井 十廾ヨ ら工云几弓 口乍 十井モ 了工冊ヨ弓； 人んコ 卞井立弓 卞井モ 匚ユ回廿句ら 口乍 丁井モ 廾巳太ソ巨ん互 卞廾太兀 太尺巳 凡日回ソ臣 丁廾臣 ソ人凵し十弓 口乍 卞井巨 太卩亡工ヨ几丁 句人羊ら 凡尺巨 卞廾巨而弓巨ユソ巨互 日立兀 乍口尺モレモ尺 而亜ん巨 了口 匚回而冊丹几句， 乍口尺 王 太而 十廾巳 十井凵んコ巨尺， ユ王呂井了几亜几呂， 太ん句 己兀回尺而 兀廾太了 互了尺王片ヨ己 立戸回卩 日口兀井 己凡亜几十ら 人几句 互亜卩んモ尺ら 凡廴王片モ． 人卩マ 兀井廿己 工 ら太羊 凵卩兀口 卞廾ヨヨ：(I am Raijin - Dragon God of Thunder, Lightning, and Storm - For I am the epitome of chaos and destruction that forever graces the world from the beginning unto the end, giving its inhabitants the moments of respite and vigor, of troubles and misfortunes, the proper form of the thunder, lightning, and storm in accordance with the signs of the times; and thus the clouds of the heavens that are above the vaults of the ancient days are themselves but forever mine to command, for I am the thunder, lightning, and storm that strikes upon both saints and sinners alike. And thus I say unto thee:)"

And as the the moment of conjuring came forth from the mouth of a god along with its humble user, an image of a face of beauty and miracles, all in the form of blue graceful butterflies, begins to appear from the mind of the user in question.

A woman with long, hime cut blue hair, whose purple eyes were closed, who wore a black and white gothic lolita dress adorned with a blue ribbon along with white socks and black shoes, and a cat tail with a blue ribbon tied to it. She seemed to be in a prayerful position, with her clothes waving by an invisible wind, all as she joins both of her hands together, with solemn, heartfelt words that came forth from her mind, heart, and soul that was directed towards him, one that seemed to surpass the boundaries of time itself, for it remains as the ever present memory of true blessings of fortune built upon misfortunes.

"You can change fate and destiny as long as you believe you can. You can never win if you're afraid to lose so much that you refuse to put up a fight even unto the point of failure. For living without sin is a sin in itself. And in spite of after more than a few hundred years or so, no matter how much has time truly passed between perspectives, I would never get tired of waiting for you nor would I get tired of being together with you, for I am the Witch of Miracles, the woman who leaps through the fragments upon fragments that are as vast as the never ending seas, to which I have willingly traversed alongside you, in both good and bad times, in sickness and in health. For I will forever vowed to love and honor you for all the days of my eternity. For you and I are the eternal understander (理解者) of one another as a result of the endless reoccurring worlds upon worlds that were visited by both ourselves and alone, for tis not the duty of a woman such as I to be alongside her man. And thus do I give my blessings and my heart to impart upon you for your natural use and encouragement, for my love for you withstands even unto the boundaries of eternity."

And it seemed to be as if the two ephemeral moments became as one as the woman herself, somewhere from far away, was also joining both of her hands together, but with the difference that her eyes were clearly open, allowing her purple luminescent orbs to look upon the man that she loved with the trust of a woman who had faith in her husband to be.

And it with the coming image of beauty amidst such grandeur, both the centurion and the two dragons, along with all of the uncountable dragons that would forever reside beneath the realm of beyond, utter in a tone of regal formality fit for a king of fortune built upon misfortunes.

"句工ソ工几巳 勹立コ呂冊臣几丁――兀井王互 乍廴凡而ヨ 亜己 日廿了 凡几 工廴廴立弓工口几， 人んコ 乍口尺 丁井人丁 亜兀 冊廿弓十 日巨 日尺口片巨几！(Divine Judgment――This flame is but an illusion, and for that it must be broken!)"

At that moment, the winds became strong to the point of an unshakeable nature, all as the element begins to sharpen the thunder and lightning that now rains down to strike down upon the infernal beast, who was now howling in sheer pain and determination, now standing tall with the help of its sword, all as a conjuring spell marks another swift counteroffensive.

"Kommand―― hvárgi divine né devil munu quench flameanórr krimsoninn darkness. Fyrir thus segðir krimsoninn monarch - lorð ór above ok beneath! (Command―― Neither divine nor devil shall quench the flames of the Crimson Darkness. For thus says the Crimson Monarch - Lord of Above and Beneath!)"

At that particular moment, the battle of attrition had further intensified, all as the infernal beast begins to summon the element of fire in the form of molten hot magma began to spread out from the body of the beast, sending waves of sheer magma that would be raised high upon the centurion, to which he counters with the swift winds that were now forming in beautiful intricate patterns, forming a shield made out of thin air which acted as dam to displace the molten lava. The centurion would began to turn the heavy rain into an unnatural ice that begins to freeze upon the magma, cooling it down in order to prevent any of it from reaching and engulfing many parts of the ancient forests of Ainhard.

Many giant butterfly hordes, whose majestic appearance was likened to that of the Ornithoptera alexandrae, were now gracefully flapping their wings from part of the forest upon another, all in order to help and assist the centurion in stopping the lava from reaches the edges of the forest proper, likened to that of angels who have come to assist their maker.

The centurion and the infernal beast were pushing themselves back, with the former through the winds and the storm, with the latter through the unnatural brimming elemental flames that were trying its absolute to bring the light down to mere ashes, all as the geysers from the background, one upon another, were beginning to rise up in droves, adding more of a beautiful spectacle that graces the two powerful combatants to sheer determination and effort.

Thunder was now heard in droves, with each strike trying its best to hamper upon the molten defenses, penetrating them through a sheer swift that made the molten rock crumble to dust and ashes, now penetrating through the inflammable beast that was now howling in sheer rage, all as it begins to weakened little by little.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!"

And with the roaring sound of unquiet uncertainty comes the sheer expendable effort on the beast's part to accomplish what it had sent out to do from the Crimson Monarch, which was to kill the centurion that poses a major threat to its plans for the relative future to come, to which in turn was still trying its absolute damnest to never yield as it still stands tall in spite of the sheer expendable shock attacks that it is now receiving. For the beast was now raising its sword upon the ground that was hot in unnatural temperatures, raising it in order to give a swift strike upon the centurion, to which the centurion himself would deflect with produced swords made out of thin air which would parry upon each strike with the grace of a professional swordsman.

Neither was yielding. Neither was letting the other escape its sight.

For this was a battle of attrition. A test to see on who would be the one to truly come out on top. And it was a test that had many countless people watching in dreadful anticipation and complete interest.

As the heat of battle lays on, multiple infernal demons of fiery natures, all armed with swords, spears, and shields, were now materializing a few meters away from the fierce battle of attrition and were scattering from all directions in order to bring death and destruction to all enemies of the Scarlet Crown and to pulverize the innocent mother nature of old that had stood for aeons past, to which was intercepted immediately as multiple explosive rounds of blue and green staser fire were clearly seen from the distance.

"Orders granted from Lady Zentaur, all batteries, open fire!"

That was the clear order that was given by none other than the Loyalist Primarch - Lord Vulkan - an extraordinary craftsman and stout war leader; an order which has the watch stations that have been established from key positions throughout the forest of Ainhard were now using multiple turrets that fire with continued barrage upon many of the countless incoming demons of twofold wings of flame, many of which were immediately felled upon as multiple explosions of high expansions were seen upon the skies above the geyser fields, taking many of them down from one simple swoop.

At that same moment, giant green men who wore massive, bulky armor, armed to the teeth with wide-barrelled launchers, known by many as the Salamanders, were all gathered from all sides, near the edges of the geyser fields, now opening a continued barrage of staser fire that explodes upon the materialized infernal hordes, turning many of them to mere dust and ashes.

And as the Adeptus Astartes begin to hold off the demons in fair swoop, Touma would begin, little by little, to penetrate through the molten defenses that was now being hammered down in continous barrage of thunder and lightning, striking upon the vital spots of the infernal giant, who was trying as it might to swat Touma like a fly, to which was parried by materialized swords made of the very wind while also cutting down a few meteorites that were trying to come down on top of him. Then he was creating giant swords made of unnatural ice that were made from the heavy rain drops that would come along with said thunder and lightning strikes in order to rain down the wrath of the gods upon the devil that does not belong in this ancient and sacred domain, one that belonged to none but his second father alone by right, and in the duty of Touma being his second son, a member of the House of Lungbarrow.

And thus... Little by Little...

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!"

After many continuous barrages of thunder and lightning, along with the giant ice swords, managed to penetrate upon the beast, with the thunder and lightning shocking it down to the point of instant excruciating pain, and with the ice swords penetrating through the vital spots of the beast, many of which lie within the heart and the upper chest regions, to which said beast was now eventually kneeling down in painful agony, all as Touma would eventually take this opportunity to speed himself up, going fast through transmission, aiming his emerald blade directly upon the neck of the beast, to which he eventually does so, penetrating through its infernal skin and making a clean slash maneuvers that finally decapitated the beast out of its infernal head.

But...

"Kommand――in minn failure, forgive mik oh krimson lorð ór brooðrinn. (Command――In my failure, forgive me oh Crimson Lord of the Brood.)"

As the beast begins to be decapitated, the beast itself, now in its last breath as its head was seen to fly apart its body, was now uttering a spell that would trigger a self destruct mechanism upon the body that would take its opponent with him, to which Touma would foresee from a mile away, transmitting himself immediately out fo harm's way from a few meters and was now using hand motions that would conjure up the power of the wind in order to create large gusts of air that would form a couple of shield barriers which would no doubt contain the blast radius that was now about to erupt.

And as the limited countdown strikes down, the shield barriers have now been formed, to which by that time, the dead body and the head would now explode, triggering multiple supersonic explosions that had now engulf the head and the body, and would begin to erupt from within the shield barriers, to which had Touma grit his teeth in sheer concentration, all as to prevent the explosions that shockingly carries a nuclear destructive force that could pulverize the surrounding area if not careful.

After what appeared to be seconds that seemed to pass, little by little, the nuclear explosions would begin to subside, all as Touma grits his teeth in sheer concentration, narrowing his eyes, breathing in and out in order to take upon the simple air, feeling the rain that was now washing down upon his face in order to cool his skin that is now emitting steam.

And at the last second, the nuclear explosions have now begin to subside for good, all as the area begins to clear, leaving only a couple of scorch marks upon the ground, all as a sign of the epic battle that had now taken place.

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Touma begins to lower his hands, steadying his saber, checking to see if it is truly over and done with.

Wait. Wait. Wait.

After a few moments of waiting, Touma could only form one simple conclusion within his mind.

It was over.

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Dies irae: The Animation 『Walhall(Piano)』

And it was in that moment when cheers begin to be sung from the forest of Ainhard.

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

Touma was slightly widening his eyes as he begins to scan from all directions, seeing the Adeptus Astartes from all sides cheering on, raising their missile launchers in a gesture of praise and glory.

"Hail to the Centurion! Hail to the Centurion! Hail to the Centurion!"

A shout of praise from the midst of a crowd of warriors fills the forest of Ainhard, cheering for the one who had put an end to the menace that plagues the sacred lands of Helios Praxima.

"Yeah, now that's what I'm talking about!," cheered one Keiichi Maebara, raising his fists in the air in a triumphant gesture of victory.

The rest of the main companions, along with the clone cadets and other STARS personnel who were watching were cheering as well, happy at the fact that Touma had managed to slay the infernal beast.

"Well I'll be," Kyon muttered with a smile, with crossed arms. "He did it."

"Is there really any doubt about that?," Conan Edogawa asked with a smile, looking towards his fellow main companions who were simply just shaking their heads in the negative, sporting smiles on their faces.

"Nope," Andy Barclay said simply, still watching his second little brother being praised and cheered on by the soldiers on the ground.

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

Many of the clones and other STARS personnel were cheering wildly, all as they raised their fist in the air in a gesture of triumph, all as the danger seemed to pass.

All who were present, to one Lord Ren Fuji, to those belonging to the LDO, to those belonging to the 12 Core, and many countless others were simply smiling with pleasure and happiness as they see Touma Kamijou standing tall in midflight with his saber still with him, watching the crowds with a surprised expression on his face.

"Well whatta ya know, the brat managed to pull through," spoke Lord Wilhelm Ehrenburg, smirking proudly, with arms crossed.

"Hmph," Lady Eleonore von Wittenburg simply smiled, with eyes closed, pleased and proud at the results that her most favored student had given her, with Lady Beatrice von Kircheisen smiling alongside her, staring at Touma with the proud eyes of a teacher who is happy to see her student triumph amidst such adversity, becoming the needed light to all for this very day.

"Hmm," Lord Machina simply smiled, also pleased and proud with the results as much as Eleonore was when it concerns their most favored student.

"Hmm," Lady Michael smiled proudly, happy to see that her second grandson had managed to pull through.

"Anata," muttered one Lady Rika Kamijou, sporting a beautiful smile on her face, as she, Lady Satoko Hojo, Mion Sonozaki, Shion Sonozaki, amd Rena Ryugu were sporting smiles of relief and happiness.

Somewhere in the personal bedroom of the TARDIS, both the Doctor and Lady Anna Maria "Rusalka" Schwagerin were simply sporting happy and proud expressions, all as they saw Touma Kamijou standing tall, with his saber on the ready, being cheered by the Adeptus Astartes that were seen from the ground.

They both looked towards one another, making a simple nod and a smile, turning back towards the screen in order to keep watching the cheers and praises that were now being sung.

And with the sound of victory, Touma Kamijou would begin to sport a solemn expression, all as he sees the praises and the cheers that were being sung down upon him.

He begins to breathe in and out, raising his emerald sword on the ready, as if it were a beacon that would guide those upon the darkness, all as the Adeptus Astartes cheered on with more vigor and confidence.

And as Touma raises his sword, many giant butterfly like creatures begin to form a circle around him, as if they were angels heading to their maker, all gathered as the majestic flaps of their wings brings comfort upon Touma, the Adeptus Astartes, and many other alien creatures that were now seen jumping for joy, sounding praises in alien groanings and tongues that were sung like hosannas that would purify the air of any infernal ash that would remain, only rendering the spot of the battle as a ground built upon true glory, a news that would be spread like wildfire even after the praises and cheers were said and done.

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After the fierce battle that had happened between Touma Kamijou and the giant infernal demon, many giant butterfly hordes were now performing clean up throughout the atmosphere through their majestic wings. Many Salamanders of the Adeptus Astartes, along with the 501st Legion, the 7th Sky Corps, and many countless others were also providing clean up throughout the surrounding area of the forest, in order to make absolutely sure of the threat's passing.

At this point, Touma, with his wife, Rika Kamijou who was grabbing unto his left shoulder, along with the rest of his fellow main companions, the male and female members of the club, and other clone cadets were simply standing from one side of a clear open hill, observing said clean up.

Touma would begin to breathe in and out, sporting a solemn expression on his face, contemplating his battle that had happened a few hours ago.

"...Man, just when my luck couldn't get anymore misfortunate than usual," he smiled with sadness and contemplation.

"Tell me about it," muttered Kyon, narrowed eyes and crossed arms.

"So," Touma looked towards his fellow main companions. "Any ideas as to why did this even happened in the first place?"

The main companions all looked to each other, sporting serious and thoughtful expressions.

"Not a clue," Lord Ren Fuji spoke, with eyes narrowed in thought, with crossed arms. "But then, this was a rather pretty bold move on the part of the Court, sending down one of their most powerful beasts from the Lowest Sphere in order to test you in particular while training is going on."

"...Yeah," Andy Barclay spoke, with eyes narrowed in thought, with crossed arms. "That's what worries me as well. The fact that a fire demon that was basically a walking nuclear deterrent was suddenly sent in to fight you while in the midst of training is raising a couple of eyebrows among everyone lately, especially considering the fact that there are a lot of multiple powerhouses that could practically obliterate said walking nuclear deterrent and call it a day. In fact, at this point, the League, the LDO, and many others back at one of the FOBs are now discussing on what to do with this particular situation. But still, why take the risk?"

Touma could only form a thoughtful expression as a response to that, thinking back to before he encountered the giant fire demon, recalling of his encounter between himself and...

(static) (static) (static) (static) (static)

"..."

Those eyes. Red hollowed eyes. Very familiar. A blank that is being drawn up. This being that he and the rest of his fellow main companions had the unfortunate pleasure of tangling with. A mystery. An enigma. But there was a name to be drawn from it. And it was a name that seemed to run shivers down the spines of ordinary men because of the fact that is seemed to draw a complete blank.

"...GameOver," he said with a grimaced expression, which made everyone else to turn immediately to him in concern and alarm.

"Wait what?!," Kyon said, raising his eyebrows in concern.

"GameOver," Touma repeated, still sporting that grimaced expression, slightly lowering his head. "I saw him... before my run in with the fire demon, or... at least I think I saw him."

"You think...?," Ren asked in concern, with eyes narrowed, with crossed arms.

"I don't know if its the actual GameOver, but...," Touma hesitated, before eventually continuing to speak. "What I do know is that what I saw back there was completely real, despite being some kind of projection that was just watching from afar. I noticed him. I felt him. There's no truly mistaking it. I fought him so many times that it might as well be a sixth sense at this point to at least discern which is real from false."

"But wait a minute," Sota Mizushino spoke in a pointed, curious tone. "If that's the case, then how the hell did he managed to breach through the shields? Even if he was just simply a projection, you'd have to be extremely powerful in psychic potential if one were to just project an afterimage of yourself on a well protected realm that is literally a property of one of the most powerful civilizations in existence."

"He'd probably had some form of help in order to simply sneak pass the shields, sliding through the edges of the shields while doing so, if only a little temporary," John Connor spoke in a tone that was calculated and analytical, embodying his experiences in military strategies.

"Which wouldn't really surprised me all things considered," muttered one Taki Tachibana, shaking his head.

"But still, what would GameOver have anything to do with this?," Kyon raised an eyebrow of doubt and pondering towards Touma. "As I recall, GameOver has literally nothing to do with the Court of the Scarlet King or anything related to it, so why-"

"Why exactly was GameOver even watching me in the first place while managing to somehow let a fire demon to suddenly be dropped right on top of me in order to test me as it were?," Touma finished the sentence, then could only shrugged his shoulders. "Not really sure, I mean, this is GameOver we're talking about. He always was the mysterious type that you could not just gauge what his actual plans are completely."

"Whatever the case," spoke one Shirou Yusa, who alongside Erii Honjou, Lady Marguerite "Marie" Breuil, Lady Kei Sakurai, Lady Kasumi Ayase, and Lady Rea Himuro, were now walking towards them in stride. "I supposed that training is cancelled until further notice, at least until we could figure out as to what the hell just happened, that and the cadets needs some R&R for a change."

Ren made a simple nod of agreement. "You're probably right, Shirou. Let's just have everyone enjoy the rest of the day off for now considering that the sun is still up and that a day like this shouldn't be wasted by gloomy thoughts that have no meaning."

"Well in that case, everyone," Marie joined her hands together, sporting a beautiful smile. "I am about to make chocolate cookies in the kitchen once again for everybody, since I'd figure that we should start the day with a nice sweet treat of delights."

"If by everyone, Marie-neesan," Kyon smirked, crossing his arms. "Considering the fact that the LDO are all here together, there's a slight possibility for both Reinhard-sensei and Mercurius-sensei to show up if they aren't busy or anything. So would that include them as well."

"Of course, you would understand all too well, Kyon," Marie simply smiled innocently, while saying something that seemed very contradictory to such expression, with words that were subtly sharp which was directed from someone afar. "Cagliostro wouldn't be getting anything just as always."

"Nice," Rea agreed with a nod.

And somewhere out in the Known and Unknown Multiverse, The Mercury was now silently feeling subtly depressed all of a sudden, likened to that of a mirror that was smashed, due to feeling that his beloved goddess had refused him once again.

Sometime later, many peoples of interest have now gathered in the kitchen, with the men sitting on comfortable chairs and the women preparing to bake the finest cookies that could be tasted by even the loftiest of hearts.

But...

"Oh yes, hello everyone!," waved one Lady Anna Maria "Rusalka" Schwagerin with a cute, flirtatious smile, now in her petite normal figure. "Its time for the main event that you have all been waiting for! That's right, by dampening a woman's taste, you can achieve even richer satisfaction. But that's a treacherous game to play, for a mature woman's charm is like a wine, enjoyed at nighttime-"

"So long as its not rotten...," Lady Beatrice Waltrud von Kircheisen simply said with a smile.

"Considering your age, those words seem pretty dubious," Lady Riza Brenner simply said with a smile, with her right hand to her waist.

"In a word: laughable," Lady Eleonore von Wittenburg simply said with a smile, with arms crossed.

At that point, Rusalka begins to sport an annoyed expression on her face, turning back towards what she considered to be as the three idiots, saying in an exasperated tone, with hands to her waist. "Hey, wait a sec, just wait a second, what's with the three of you? Why doesn't any of you have any ounce of motivation?"

"Even if you put it like that," Beatrice could only look to the side, looking towards everyone in the audience who was either softly laughing, shaking their heads, facepalming, making bewildered expressions, or making side comments. "Considering the fact that we just recently had a breach in security, you would think that the atmosphere would end up becoming quite serious and bleak."

"And that is why~," Rusalka was twirling around in spades, showing off her white colored chef headband and white colored cooking attire. "Us women have to be the ones who would be take the lead on making the atmosphere as bright as it can be for the men after much needed hard work."

"Technically Rusalka-sensei," Kyon raised his hand, before pointing towards Touma Kamijou, "He and the Adeptus Astartes were the ones who did most of the work, we were just simply watching from the sidelines when everything went down."

"Gee, thanks Kyon," muttered Touma, rolling his eyes out while Lady Rika Kamijou and other women in the kitchen were simply softly laughing.

"Oh, don't be so modest, Kyon," Rusalka puts her right hand to her waist, making a sly, confident smile. "Even before that incident with the fire demon aside, the fact remains that all of you had worked pretty hard in terms of training, and thus comes the part where I, Rusalka-sensei, would begin to cook delightful cookies for youngsters such as yourselves."

Insert Song: Start

George Michael - Careless Whisper (Official Video)

"Us, or the Doctor?," asked Kyon, as he and many other men in the audience that were gathered in the room were now looking towards the Doctor in amusement, all while the speakers in the kitchen seemed to be playing a song from the background.

"What?" the Doctor was looking at everyone with bewilderment. "What's everyone looking at me for? And why are the speaker systems in the kitchen suddenly playing a song all of a sudden?"

"Oh don't give me that fake dense bullshit, old man?," Lord Wilhelm Ehrenburg spoke with an amused smirk. "The fact that Malleus is wearing that ridiculous outfit right now is all so that she could show off to you personally, to which reminds me since I didn't ask this during the meeting, what exactly were the two of you doing when all that shit went down back at the geyser field."

"Yeah, old man," Shirou Yusa made a curious smirk, with arms crossed. "What exactly have you and the old hag been up too?"

"I was simply resting in my bed while watching and cheering on for my sons, that's all," the Doctor said with an honest tone, to which made the main companions smile.

"Oh really?," Wilhelm made a doubtful expression, sporting a smug smile.

"Nothing else?," Shirou made an expressive smile on his face.

The Doctor could only look back and forth between Wilhelm and Shirou, raising an eyebrow. "...Um, yes...?"

"Oh but my Lord Doctor~," Rusalka made a rather lustful, blushing expression, with her right hand raised to the right side of her face. "You were so very bold and gentle when we were in bed to together, Ah~ I could almost remember it as clear as day~ The way you carried me all the way and inserted yourself into my insides as we simply rock each other senseless for the past few hours with no sign of even stopping. Ah~ I would commend you quite greatly for your sense of stamina and the way that you satisfied me at the moment of the climax, all as the sound of Careless Whisper by George Michael plays in the background~"

"Wait seriously?!," many of the men and women that were present said loudly.

"Ah. Ah. Ah," Lady Kasumi Ayase was simply stuttering, as she, Lady Kei Sakurai, Lady Rea Himuro, and Lady Marguerite "Marie" Breuil were blushing in accordance with their given personalities and imaginations.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait," the Doctor blushed, waving his hands in complete denial. "That's not how it happened."

"Yah~ My heart can't take recalling it~ It was all so romantic~" Rusalka payed no heed to the denial but was simply adding more fuel to the fire.

"Heeeh, who knew that Lord Doctor is capable of such a feat," Lord Wolfgang Schreiber was simply smirking in amusement.

"Well, that's just fine and dandy for you, mate, isn't it?," John Constantine simply smirked, with arms crossed.

Shirou whistled. "Damn old man, didn't know you had it in you."

The Doctor simply just facepalmed at this point. "Ok firstly, nothing of the explicit sort had happened. Second of all," he looked upwards. "Why in Rassilon's name is the ranch suddenly playing a song from the speakers?!"

"Hmmhahahahahahaha!," most of everyone would begin to laugh in their own way while some would just sport amused expressions on their faces.

Insert Song: End

"You were called Nyarlathotep?! Seriously?!"

That was the thought, bewilderment, and disbelief of most of everyone, except for people in the know such as the main companions who could only sport amused and sweatdropped expression, that were gathered in one study room of the ranch, one that had many countless upon countless numbers of books and other form of literature lined up, one that seemed practically like a bigger-on-the-inside library, with the Doctor sitting on an old wooden chair, holding what appeared to be a journal that resembled the outer exterior of the Doctor's TARDIS, one that had written accounts of many countless versions of Lovecraftian like accounts that were describing the nature of the Doctor and the Time Lords in terms of Lovecraftian flowery language, while eating Lady Anna Maria "Rusalka" Schwagerin's prepared cookies from a floating rectangular tray. And Rusalka herself was simply sitting in the Doctor's lap, leaning towards his chest in cute fashion, sporting an expression of interest and amusement.

"No really," the Doctor simply sported an honest expression. "Here, I'll even read it to you all."

And at that moment, the Doctor begins to read one account regarding him in a solemn tone.

"And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare. Don't fail to see Nyarlathotep if he comes to Providence. He is horrible — horrible beyond anything you can imagine — but wonderful. He haunts one for hours afterward. I am still shuddering at what he showed. I had never heard the name NYARLATHOTEP before, but seemed to understand the allusion. Nyarlathotep was a kind of itinerant showman or lecturer who held forth in public halls and aroused widespread fear and discussion with his exhibitions. These exhibitions consisted of two parts – first, a horrible – possibly prophetic – cinema reel; and later some extraordinary experiments with scientific and electrical apparatus. As I received the letter, I seemed to recall that Nyarlathotep was already in Providence... I seemed to remember that persons had whispered to me in awe of his horrors, and warned me not to go near him. But Loveman's dream letter decided me... As I left the house I saw throngs of men plodding through the night, all whispering affrightedly and bound in one direction. I fell in with them, afraid yet eager to see and hear the great, the obscure, the unutterable Nyarlathotep."

"...Woah," many of the clone cadets muttered with widened eyes.

"And speaking of which, there's this account of the time when I was simply passing through the many countless versions of Egypt," spoke the Doctor, all as he begins to speak of the account in a solemn tone once again.

"And it was then that Nyarlathotep came out of Egypt. Who he was, none could tell, but he was of the old native blood and looked like a Pharaoh. The fellahin knelt when they saw him, yet could not say why. He said he had risen up out of the blackness of twenty-seven centuries, and that he had heard messages from places not on this planet. Into the lands of civilisation came Nyarlathotep, swarthy, slender, and sinister, always buying strange instruments of glass and metal and combining them into instruments yet stranger. He spoke much of the sciences – of electricity and psychology – and gave exhibitions of power which sent his spectators away speechless, yet which swelled his fame to exceeding magnitude. Men advised one another to see Nyarlathotep, and shuddered. And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished; for the small hours were rent with the screams of a nightmare. And through this revolting graveyard of the universe the muffled, maddening beating of drums, and thin, monotonous whine of blasphemous flutes from inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond Time; the detestable pounding and piping whereunto dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic, tenebrous ultimate gods — the blind, voiceless, mindless gargoyles whose soul is Nyarlathotep."

"Wait a minute," spoke one clone cadet among the crowd, Rooster was his name, sporting an expression of an epiphany. "Why does that last part seemed to be speaking of the TARDIS?"

"You're quite about that, Rooster," Lord Ren Fuji nodded with a smile towards the clone cadet, with crossed arms. "The more one looks at it, the more it seems to be describing the TARDIS itself due to the fact that the wheezing sound that produces does seemed to act like a bunch of musical instruments all banding together to form a harmonious sound of symbolism."

"In other words, sir, the sounds that usually bring hope wherever and whenever it goes, only painted in a more eldritch tone," spoke one of the clone cadets, Derrick was his name.

"Quite poetic if you asked me," muttered one of the clone cadets, Shotblock was his name, sporting an expression of amusement. "Especially considering the fact that the TARDIS's true form is pretty eldritch the more one thinks about it too much."

"Speaking of which," Lord Wilhelm Ehrenburg was sporting a raised eyebrow, with crossed arms, leaning towards a wall. "What the hell were you even doing on ancient Egypt anyway, old man?"

"Well," the Doctor shrugged his shoulders, sporting a pondering expression. "That really depends on which ancient Egypt were talking about considering the wider multiverse. I supposed that I was just passing through and chronicling history for at least most of the time in case of my normal days. There was that time when I was secretly observing the major contributions of the Osirans in the case and subject of astrology when the astral charts left within their pyramids were discovered by the Ancient Egyptians, inspiring them to study the night sky. Or that time when I was simply performing what the local people would call as divine miracles or wonders that came forth from a magician of great power, but was actually doing some scientific experiments that wouldn't even be discovered until more than thousands of years later. Or that time when I was simply just watching out for little Moses and ensure his complete safety while making absolutely sure that both history and scripture remains intact due to an extremist anti-semitist group that got their hands on some time travel technology and wanting to use it to eradicate the existence of the Jews by killing Moses at a much earlier point in time before he frees the Hebrews from slavery. Or that time when I had to close one of the time riffs that was caused by the time travelling of one of the good old Brigadier's descendants, Kadiatu Lethbridge-Stewart. Or-"

"Alright, alright, you don't have to explain all of that shit in one go, old man," Wilhelm spoke in irritation, waving his hand as if to stop the Doctor from saying anything more.

"Speaking of which," Lord Wolfgang Schreiber smirked, crossing his arms, leaning towards a wall. "What else is written about you in particular, Lord Doctor?"

"Well, there's this one account about me that was written by one of the more "nicer" versions of Lovecraft," spoke the Doctor, all as he begins to speak of the account in a solemn tone once again.

"The Doctor... the oncoming storm... I am the last... I will tell the audient void... I do not recall distinctly when it began, but it was months ago. The general tension was horrible. To a season of political and social upheaval was added a strange and brooding apprehension of hideous physical danger; a danger widespread and all-embracing, such a danger as may be imagined only in the most terrible phantasms of the night. I recall that the people went about with pale and worried faces, and whispered warnings and prophecies which no one dared consciously repeat or acknowledge to himself that he had heard. A sense of monstrous guilt was upon the land, and out of the abysses between the stars swept chill currents that made men shiver in dark and lonely places. There was a daemoniac alteration in the sequence of the seasons — the autumn heat lingered fearsomely, and everyone felt that the world and perhaps the universe had passed from the control of known gods or forces to that of gods or forces which were unknown. And it was then that the Doctor came out of a strange box, the colour of the cloudless sky, with a poor slave-girl. Who he was, none could tell, but he seemed to be of royal blood and looked like a king. The poor in the East End knelt when they saw him, yet could not say why. He said he had risen up out of the blackness of twenty-seven million years, and that he had heard messages from places not on this planet. Into the lands of civilisation came the Doctor, pale, slender, and sinister, always buying strange instruments of glass and metal and combining them into instruments yet stranger. He spoke much of the sciences – of electricity and psychology — and gave exhibitions of power which sent his spectators away speechless, yet which swelled his fame to exceeding magnitude. Men advised one another to see the Doctor, and shuddered. And where the Doctor went, rest vanished; for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare. Never before had the screams of nightmare been such a public problem; now the wise men almost wished they could forbid sleep in the small hours, that the shrieks of cities might less horribly disturb the pale, pitying moon as it glimmered on green waters gliding under bridges, and old steeples crumbling against a sickly sky."

"Slave girl?," questioned by many who were listening in on the tale with eager eyes and ears.

"Oh, he was referring to my companion at the time of my fourth incarnation, Leela, to which many of you would no doubt have heard of and met her personally," the Doctor looks at the LDO members, the 12 Core, and many others who were gathered.

"Oh, we know of Lady Leela of course, my Lord Doctor," Lady Riza Brenner spoke with a smile, recalling of one of many of the Doctor's companions who was a warrior woman through and through, even when she was the wife of one Lord Andredaselus (Andred for short), once an ordinary member of the Chancellery Guard, being eventually made into a Castellan of the Chancellery Guard.

"Then there's this one account about me in particular in incomplete format," spoke the Doctor, all as he begins to speak of the account in a solemn tone once again.

"The Doctor is the emissary of your masters, worm. He is the messenger of the powers you draw upon. [...] He is more than man. He is the troubler at the gate, the walker with the thousand forms; the part of the idiot god which embraces the pain of reason. He is the thing from the void that mocks the blind apes of truth. He is the dark messenger, Nya..."

And as the Doctor begins to utter the last word of the sentence in seemingly long and incomplete fashion, many among the audience were either sporting looks of amusement or bewilderment.

"Ok now that's just too blatant and obvious at this point," Shotblock said, raising his eyebrow in bewilderment.

"Speaking of which," one of the clone cadets, Omaha was his name, was looking towards the Doctor with a curious expression. "How did Lord Nyarlathotep thought about this when he heard of the fact that you and your people were being compared to him and the rest of the Outer Gods?"

"Oh, that," the Doctor shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing really. Nyar and the other Outer Gods in general are too apathetic to take this seriously since they've already heard of countless comparisons, imperfect though they be due to the limits of language, being made between them and other gods and mortals from time to time. So its not like its anything new to them in particular."

"Still though Doctor, its quite ironic really," spoke Lelouch Lamperouge, sporting a pondering expression, sitting from one of the old wooden chairs, holding a book that was titled "The Call of Cthulhu". "You being given the name of Nyarlathotep as one of your names."

"If you thought that was ironic," the Doctor smiled with reminiscence. "You should hear of the part when people would sometimes call me Merlin."

Insert Song: Start

Dies irae: The Animation 『Walhall(Piano)』

After more than a few lessons of comparison that were drawn from Lovecraftian flowery language, many countless numbers of clone cadets and many other people's of interest were simply walking through the vast study room that looked more like a library that seem thrice the size of the Library of Congress.

Many people come and go from here to there, borrowing and returning the books and other forms of literature in ordinary fashion. The main companions themselves were simply sifting through the piles of literature just as much as anyone in order to learn something and pass the time as it were. Scenes such as this would remind of one spending time with one's fellow classmates at school while class was going on.

In some part of the study room, the main companions were speaking amicably and gratefulness to a very tall man by the name of Lord Vulcan - Primarch of the Salamander Space-Time Marines.

"Really though, Lord Vulcan, I can't really thank you and the rest of the Salamanders enough for what you all did while I was busy fighting that monster," Touma Kamijou spoke with a grateful tone, making a grateful smile of simplicity.

"It was not of concern, my Lord Kamijou," Lord Vulcan spoke with a simple, but firm tone, accompanied with a simple, professional smile. "I and my brothers had only done what is right by duty in accordance with the Promethean Creed, and also in due part to orders coming from Lady Zentaur herself. Any good soldier of the cause would have done the same thing."

"Still, you have my thanks," Touma continued his act of gratitude with a simple smile.

And while this conversation was happening, the Doctor, who was still eating chocolate cookies from the same floating rectangular tray, along with Lady Anna Maria "Rusalka" Schwagerin who was still siting on his lap, with Lady Beatrice Waltrud von Kircheisen standing from the left, and with Lady Riza Brenner standing from the right, were simply just watching with smiles on their faces.

"Well this is quite the nice moment of respite," the Doctor smiled, looking from here to there as he spotted many clones and other people's of interest borrowing and returning the books in proper fashion. "This is much more preferable of a relaxation, not being solitary all the time, just simply observing one's students and friends having a good time of their lives."

"Oh~," Rusalka was sporting a amused and saddened smirk on her face, putting her left index finger towards the Doctor's right cheek in humored, concerned fashion, touching it over and over. "You say that, my Lord Doctor, but you've been quite the solitary figure before I, Valkryia, and Bablyon even came to the TARDIS."

"You're not really going to let that go are you?," the Doctor simply lowered his head sadly, sporting a sad smile.

"Nope~," Rusalka said cheerfully.

"Still though, my Lord Doctor, Malleus has a good point," Beatrice looked towards the Doctor with a smile of concern. "Its not right for you to be alone and isolated from nearly everyone. It would drive anyone quite mad if left alone for too long."

"Who's to say I haven't gone mad, Beatrice?," the Doctor looked at Beatrice with a sad smile. "By practical Time Lord standards, I'm already quite insane, its just that I'm the mostly functional 'positive' kind of insane, the kind of insane that comes about when the worst monster in the multiverse pretends so very hard and so very desperately that he's a hero for so long that it almost becomes true, until those moments when the mask cracks and you see underneath."

"I would beg to differ on a few points, my Lord Doctor," Lady Riza Brenner spoke with soft, correcting tone, with a sad smile on her face. "For as I and many others see it, you are and will not be truly a monster. Yes, you've killed so much more than most of us who are in this room. Yes, you've sentenced countless beings and civilizations to a fate worst than mere death. Yes, you've seen the worst of humanity and other species at their lowest points, having been through slave plantations, holocaust camps, slave planets were entire galactic empires lobotomized aliens for common use, seen people you loved and trusted betrayed you at the most lowest points in your life, all that and so much more that would have broken down any person, and yet," she continued with a sad smile. "And yet, in spite of that, no matter how broken you have become, no matter how much pain and suffering you'd managed to pass through, you had never quite managed to lose that one unique aspect that made you so special to everyone and most especially to my own."

"Oh," the Doctor sported a curious expression on his face. "And what's that if I may asked?"

Riza simply answered with a smile. "Being kind."

The Doctor's eyes widened and marveled at the simplicity of the answer. Then he was suddenly embraced by Rusalka, which was followed by Beatrice, which was eventually followed by Riza, all as they made a group hug, all with smiles on their faces, one that made the Doctor looked towards the left and the right in a state of bewilderment, touched from both hearts, and slowly letting himself accept the warmth that was now being radiated towards him by, in his opinion, three wonderful women that had life dealt quite badly for them in the relative past, to which he could not help but meddle with subtlety, for he was always a person who could never turn a blind eye to the sufferings of others, always the stubborn one to the very end.

There was a hidden message that seemed to be apparent in the subtle gesture of embrace that he is now receiving.

"Thank you so very much for everything that you've done for us. Know that we truly love you, Lord Doctor. And we don't want you to ever go away. And neither would anyone else. Not now, not ever."

He could only smile with contentment, with his brown eyes going soft, making another resolution that comes with the promise of his name, with eyes closed in contentment, before eventually looking from the corner of his eye, many other LDO members who were looking at him with positive demeanor in accordance with their own personalities.

For Lord Wilhelm Ehrenburg and Lady Claudia Jerusalem, the former was simply leaning towards a wall, smirking, while the latter was simply forming a beautiful smile.

For Lady Eleonore von Wittenberg, she was simply smoking from the corner, sporting a smile.

For Lord Machina, he was leaning towards a wall with eyes closed, with arms crossed, simply sporting a simple smile.

For Lord Wolfgang Schreiber, he was leaning towards a wall, simply closing his eyes, with hands to his pockets, sporting a smirk.

For Lord Musashi Sakurai, Lady Rei Sakurai, and Lord Kai Sakurai, they were sporting simple smiles, making a nod towards him.

For Lord Rote Spinne, he was simply sitting on an old wooden chair, holding a book that is entitled "Wall Street: A History by Charles R. Geisst", simply making a nod towards him.

For Isaak Eine Sonnenkind, he was simply making a smile and a nod towards him.

For Lord Valerian Trifa, he was simply making a smile and a nod towards him.

Then he spots from the corner of his eye, his second daughters, Lady Marguerite "Marie" Breuil, Lady Kei Sakurai, Lady Kasumi Ayase, Lady Rea Himuro, and Erii Honjou, making beautiful smiles towards him.

Then he spots from the corner of his eye, his second sons, Shirou Yusa, Lord Ren Fuji, Andy Barclay, John Connor, Kōichi Minamoto, Taki Tachibana, Touma Kamijou, Conan Edogawa, Kyon, Sota Mizushino, and Lelouch Lamperouge making a smile and a nod towards him.

Then he spots Lord Vulcan, the clone cadets, and many countless soldiers and personnel making a professional military salute out of respect towards him.

Then he spots the 12 Core Members who were looking at him with positive demeanor in accordance with their own personalities.

For Roland Deschain, he was just simply tipping his hat out of respect and camaraderie, leaning by the wall.

For Professor Paradox, he was simply smiling and making a nod towards him.

For Lady Frederica Bernkastel, she was simply smiling, with eyes closed, sitting on an old wooden chair while sipping her tea.

For Lady Professor Washu Hakubi, she was simply smiling and making a nod towards him.

For Castiel, he was smiling and making a nod towards him.

For Tsukasa Kadoya, he was simply using his camera in order to picture the entire heartwarming scene like a professional photographer, sporting a smile while doing so.

For Ash J. Williams, he was simply slightly raising his twelve-gauge double-barreled Remington shotgun that he was polishing, making a nod towards him.

For Dr. Stephen Strange, he was simply hovering in a monk-like posture, making a smile and a nod towards him.

For John Constantine, he was simply smirking, leaning towards a wall, holding a book entitled "The Books of Loki".

For Optimus Prime, he was making a smile and a nod towards him, sitting on an old wooden chair, while holding a book entitled "The Great History of Cybertron".

For Q, he was simply raising his champagne glass towards him, while sitting on an old wooden chair.

And many countless others that he sees from the corner of his eyes were making positive forms of expressions and demeanor in accordance with their given personalities.

And this was one memory that the Doctor would treasure with his own two hearts, all with a content smile on his face.

Insert Song: End

"Surprise Onii-sama!"

"Woah!"

That was the shout of many countless Third Sphere Rank Angelus who came in teleporting droves, surprising one Touma Kamijou who was now enveloped in a very warm group hug. And this all took place from outside a few meters from the ranch.

"Hi Onii-sama," spoke one Lady Anna, sporting a beautiful smile, embracing him with love and warmth. "Did you miss us?"

That was a question that one Touma Kamijou would not hesitate to answer in the positive.

"Of course I did, Anna," he smiled, speaking softly. "How could I not?"

And from somewhere far away, all of the main companions were simply watching from afar, sporting amused expressions on their faces.

"Hey girls, what about us?," Kyon jokingly said in a loud voice, to which many of the Angelus immediately turned towards them with joy, transporting themselves immediately in order to give other main companions a hug.

"Of course we couldn't forget!" cried out many of the Angelus in a positive tone of joy.

And with that comes the part when the main companions were given a very warm hug of a lifetime, all as they felt the warmth of the angelic wings that brings the winds to a breeze. And the main companions themselves were simply laughing softly, with many others watching in amusement, or in some cases, slight jealousy on the part of some of the girls, who were sporting cute pouting expressions.

"Hmmm," Shirley Fenette pouted, with arms crossed. "Why does Lulu seemed to be enjoying the hug a little too much?"

"Now, now, Shirley," Milly Ashford raised both of her hands, making a reassuring smile with closed eyes. "Let the angels have their fun. You and I both know how innocent and pure they really are so you don't have to worry about them stealing your man away from you."

"(Sigh). I know that, but still...," Shirley Fenette still sported a pouting expression.

"(Sigh). Well at least Shirley and the others aren't as bad at jealousy as...," Rivalz Cardemonde looked to the side, seeing...

"Hmm...," Lady Marguerite "Marie" Breuil, Lady Kei Sakurai, Lady Rea Himuro, and Lady Kasumi Ayase were simply glaring and sporting pouting expressions at Lord Ren Fuji who was now being embraced by countless Angelus.

"Ren, you idiot," Marie spoke softly, making a sad tone.

"Ah... Ahahahahaha," Ren was simply raising his right hand to his neck in order to rub it, sporting a sweatdropped expression, clearly hearing of the subtle complaints that his four important girls are now giving him.

"(Sigh)," Lady Cassiel made a sigh of exasperation, before clapping her hands in order to bring all of her fellow Angelus's attention. "Alright ladies, that's enough of hugs for today, we still have much preparations to do for the planned events for TARDIS School."

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh!," many of the Angelus complied, if only unwillingly, secretly wanting to maintain the warm hug for much longer.

"Well this is fucking amusing to say the least," Lord Wilhelm Ehrenburg smirked, with arms crossed.

Castiel made a simple smile, making a nod of approval. "Now that Lady Cassiel's Angelus Garrison is here, its time for the next preparations to occur for the eventual events that would be conducted sometime later. There would also need to be given consideration on the arrival of Virgil, Richie, Peter, and many countless others of the superhero community that would soon follow Lady Cassiel's garrison."

"Hmph," Lord Wilhelm Ehrenburg smirked with pleasure and amusement. "Are we talking about all of the superhero community, Cass? Because I wouldn't mind seeing the wolf among them to be here."

"If you meant Logan, Wilhelm, then yes, he will come, just like any of the other X-Men," Castiel made a nod of affirmation.

ED Song:

Sakakibara Yui - Einsatz ～zugabe～ (Dies irae ~Amantes amentes~ for Nintendo Switch OP)

Characters:

The Tenth Doctor - A: David Tennant