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Episode 12

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Adele - Skyfall (Lyric Video)

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Makoto Kamijou is feeling awkward at the very moment.

Why?

He was being stared at by three of his aunts, the three best friends of Mikoto Misaka who had been best friends since middle school he supposed. There was Kuroko Shirai, the young woman that he had met alongside a couple of the white armored troops who he noticed spoke in the same voice which made him think.

"("Are they twins? Triplets? Quadruplets? Or are they...clones?")"

As a matter of fact, the white armored troopers were simply guarding the building against the outside. So that only leaves the three best friends of his mother and Mii Konori who were looking at him in a mixture of expressions befitting their personalities.

Makoto was concerned as the facts about his past weren't really matching up with the one he is seeing right now. The white armored troopers were a new one as he has never seen their type before in Academy City. And there was the fact that they spoke English (actually Basic but he doesn't know that) as a common language that he can understand, which in turn was why he understood one of those soldiers speaking to his aunt about the revelation of his true identity. Something about "IU Coordinates" or him being the son of Touma Kamijou and Mikoto Misaka.

He was shocked of course. How did this trooper know his identity too soon?

Wasn't he suppose to be in the past where he has no official record?

And now that he thought about it, the trooper mentioned something about a biodata signature, whatever that meant. And that of course led to him being found out about his identity. What's even more curious was that instead of being surprised, his Aunt Kuroko Shirai was just bewildered and exasperated more than anything as if it were just another day of her official job as a Judgment Officer. It was almost like she was used to this.

"(Sigh). Honestly, to think that I'd get to meet Kamijou-san and Onee-sama's child...other worlds aside..." Kuroko Shirai made an exasperated smile, her right hand placed on her waist.

"("Other worlds?!")" Makoto thought in shock.

Actually...that might explain a few things that appeared rather inconsistent, he thought to himself. He wasn't stupid. He can just tell that something was very wrong with the past. The white armored soldiers were quite the dead giveaway.

"Yes, that's quite interesting, Misaka-san and Kamijou-san's daughter ⭐⭐⭐," spoke Kazari Uiharu, another Judgment Officer, the young woman with golden-brown eyes shining brightly in intrigue and black hair accentuated with a flower headband made out of artificial flowers.

"Hoh, hoh, this is something that I should definitely make sure to text to Jonathan and the rest of our friends out there," Ruiko Saten, the only non-Judgment Officer in the building, the young woman who is both the myth and the legend, the living definition of one not needing to have superpowers, the young woman with blue eyes and long black hair with a small, white flower on the left side, was using what appeared to be a blue-green cellphone that has the words "Stark Industries-Wayne Enterprises" located at the back. She of course appears to be texting from her phone.

Stark Industries? Wayne Enterprises?

And what was this about a "Jonathan" or "the rest of their friends"?

Afterward, a knock on the door brought everyone's attention.

"Come in," Konori said, giving her permission.

Opening the door slightly, there was the presence of someone that he never thought that he'd see again who was quietly entering the room.

"...!"

There was no denying the familiar figure wearing the summer uniform of Tokiwadai Middle School. Mikoto Misaka. His mother. A much younger version. The mother that he had lost in the future because of a terrible Magic God. And she looked rather hesitant. Dare he says, she look quite embarrassed as she was looking sideways, glancing at him with a smile.

That smile...hurts...

"...Um, hey there," Misaka smiled.

"...Um, hi..." Makoto muttered softly, his eyes being rather subdued and turning sideways, trying his best not to cry as he doesn't want his mother to see his tears.

If one doesn't know it, Makoto Kamijou is quite the crybaby when it comes to his mother. He was trying to hold back everything and just simply embrace her. But he didn't want to make a bitter fool out of himself and tried to stay strong. After all, he was a man, right?

There was an awkward silence for the both of them. Neither one of them could say anything as they both knew something about the other. That they were related and that they were mother and son.

"...So, you're my son, huh?" Mikoto decided to drop the bombshell.

"...?!" Makoto was a little surprised. Perhaps he thought that his aunt Kuroko had told her about it.

"Yeah, Kuroko told me about it," Mikoto raised her right hand and rubbed her neck. "But...you're not really from my future if got this right."

"Eh? Wha-What do you mean?" it seemed that Makoto's suspicions were at the very least semi-accurate. This may not be the past that he was greatly familiar with. Things were already different the moment he saw those armored troopers.

"Well...I can guess firstly since you are Angela's younger brother, right?" Mikoto said with a sad smile.

"Angela?!" Makoto's eyes widened as he heard the name of his sibling. "You know her?!"

"Yeah," Mikoto nodded. "We actually just met, believe it or not. You...You wouldn't mind if I sit next to you?"

"Umm...sure," Makoto made a hesitant expression.

"Then...if you will excuse me..." Mikoto said with a smile.

And so, she decided to sit right next to her future son from a different world. The awkwardness still reigns throughout the entirety of the room.

Kuroko coughed a bit in order to address the others who were completely silent. "Everyone, I believe that it's time that we should take our leave of this room and let onee-sama handle the situation."

"R-Right," Saten nodded, noting the awkward atmosphere between her friend and her friend's future son.

And so, Kuroko, Saten, Uiharu, and Konori decided to leave through the door and leave the two be. As the door closes, only the two of them remained. And yet, no one was talking. The awkwardness between the both of them was felt.

How many minutes of silence had it passed? Who can say?

Mikoto decided to once again make her first move. "So...how did you get here exactly?"

Makoto paid close attention, making a curious and concerned expression.

"I mean...from what Angela told me, you guys were going on some kind of time travel trip to the past in order to find a way to defeat this Magic God from screwing over your entire world," Mikoto said, concerned.

"...!" Makoto made a slight jolt as he recalls the horrific tragedy of his entire world. The world where he came from and left behind. It was a world where there was nothing but instant chaos and everyone turning against them. He put his hands to his chest as if he was cold, making a grimaced expression which was noted by Mikoto who touched her future son's shoulder.

"Oi, are you alright?" Mikoto asked. She felt that it was rather a stupid question but she needed to ask. She was in a sense his mother after all and he was his son. She was honestly still getting used to the fact that she even had a son. But then, after everything that had happened to her such as travelling through other worlds and stopping the dreaded clone experiment, she was barely fazed by almost anything at this point, having learned to accept things as they come.

Seeing her son like this, a young man that appeared to try to look strong but was on the verge of breaking down and crying reminded her a bit too much of herself.

"I...I'm alright, um...Misaka-san?" Makoto made an unsure and painful expression.

Mikoto became concerned, clearly seeing that the boy was suffering. "Hey, you know that you can call me, okaa-san, if you want, I don't really mind that at all so long as we're alone."

"Eh?" Makoto made a surprised expression.

"I mean, I know that it's weird and all, but it's the simple truth, isn't it?" Mikoto said with an accommodating smile.

"You...You're not weirded out by the fact that I'm your son?" Makoto made a befuddled expression.

Mikoto smiled with humor and rolled her eyes. "Oh please. I've seen much weirder things for the past few months. A son from the future is honestly a breath of fresh air at this point."

"...Huh," Makoto didn't know how to respond to any of this. He thought, just what had happened in this world that my own mother would take this in stride?

"By the way, since you're my son, I can also take a good guess as to who your father is, right?" Mikoto made a gentle smile.

"..." Makoto's expression did a complete 180 and soured a bit, glancing with a hesitant expression on his face. "Do we really have to talk about that old man, kaa-san?"

"("Oh dear...")" Mikoto thought with concern. It would appear that the suspicions that she and some others had before this meeting were right on the money.

"I take it that you and your father aren't on the best of terms?" Mikoto smiled sadly.

"Tck, honestly, that's really understating it, especially after...after finding out that he..." Makoto made an irritant expression on his face. Sparks were seen slightly from his head before managing to calm down and disappear. "He...He didn't tell me...That old man never told me anything about my other siblings out there...I was completely in the dark. It's bad enough that old man is going out playing damn hero all of the damn time and was barely home so that he could at least spend time with you (...and me...), but...that old man just had the nerve to knock up a couple of women besides you, some of those women I know, and...I...he still has the gall to not take responsibility for it..."

Mikoto bit her lip for a moment, worrying about the state of the young man who was clearly having understandable issues with his father. Angela had told her and the others about this particular issue. The difference was that Angela seemed less bothered by it. But it wouldn't be out of place to say that other children like Makoto were having a very hard time accepting that issue.

"...You know, about your father..." Mikoto tried to start somewhere, trying to make a common ground as it were.

Makoto paid attention to his younger mother.

"...In this world, the world that I lived in, he's...he's a lot different here than the man you're probably familiar with. In fact, in this world, he's pretty much a superhero that you can find straight out of a manga, and he even has his own personal costume to boot."

"The old man...? An actual superhero...?" Makoto made a disbelieving expression.

"I mean it in every sense of the word...or do you think that I'm lying?" Mikoto made a sad smile at the last part.

"NO!" Makoto vehemently denied that claim while coughing in order to find the right tone of voice. "You...You don't lie. Sure the you of my time didn't exactly tell me about my other siblings but...I can't fault okaa-san for that as you pretty much just tell me about the truth, like for example, I know about your involvement in the Sisters Project."

Mikoto flinched for a few moments, making a grimaced expression which was noted by Makoto who realized his blunder and was scrambling to apologize.

"Ah! No, wait! I didn't mean..." Makoto raised both of his hands, making a contrite expression.

Mikoto shakes her head and tried to reassure the young man. "No, no, don't worry about it. And don't worry about that project either. That was already stopped long before you arrived."

"Was it because of that old man?" Makoto asked immediately, raising an eyebrow.

"Close, it was him plus a couple of friends," Mikoto smiled in a genuine matter. "In fact, he and they had managed to pull off the absolutely impossible and saved every single one of the Sisters, so..." She shed a tear for a moment which was noted by Makoto. "I...I was rather glad...I...I don't know what could have happened if I were to lose even one of them to that damn experiment."

Firstly, Makoto was honestly surprised. His old man saved all of the Sisters in this timeline? Well, he had help from what his younger mother had said, but seriously?

Even the old man of his time didn't accomplish that amazing of a feat. But then...there was one major difference right there that he took note which separated his world from this past world. What else was different here?

First things first...

"Here," Makoto offered his mother a Gekota handkerchief in order to wipe her tears.

Mikoto made a surprised expression for a few moments before smiling brightly and giggling softly. "Wha...Gekota? Seriously? You really are my son, then, hmmmmm!"

"Tha-" Makoto made an embarrassed expression. "That's the only handkerchief that I have right now in my pocket. There's really no meaning behind it at all."

Mikoto continued to giggle softly, silently taking the handkerchief

"...Umm, about that old man," Makoto muttered, trying to divert the subject. "Just where the hell is he right now?"

"...Oh, he's right outside the building of course. He knows that you're here, but he'd figure that sending me to talk to you would be the best option," Mikoto said with a smile.

"...I see," Makoto made a hesitant expression.

Well...his mother had said that he was different in this world. He might as well see this for himself. Honestly, he barely even knew the old bastard as he wasn't even home for most of the time. The only time he was home was when he had a birthday or some special occasion. And even then, it wasn't that long as there was something else that would eventually come up.

He didn't know if he even want to meet his father in this timeline. Was he worst off here than where he knew him? Honestly, he was conflicted.

But...

He didn't admit it but he actually missed the old bastard, especially considering that he's...

No, he didn't want to think about it.

He supposed that he could try meeting him...if his mother's words were anything to go by...but he wouldn't really get his hopes up...

Touma Kamijou was simply standing outside the building, leaning against the wall, currently reading a pocketbook that has the title: Being A Great Dad For Dummies By Doctor John Smith.

From his corner, aside from the 501st Clone Troopers that were stationed through the city streets, there were his fellow Club members: Hanyu Furude, Keiichi Maebara, Rena Ryūgū, Mion Sonozaki, Satoshi Hōjō, and Shion Sonozaki. There were also Angela and Index, Miyoko Kamijou, Misaki Shokuhou (Prime and 511), Sota Mizushino, Kuroko Shirai, Ruiko Saten, Uiharu Kazari, and Mii Konori are all gathered in the same street. And most of them appeared to be amused, and some such as Angela and Miyoko were even giggling as they were watching a very serious Touma Kamijou reading the book as if his life depended upon it while Shokuhou (511) was just bewildered as all hell. It adds to the bit of humor that was sorely lacking in Angela's life.

"Father...why are you reading that book so seriously?" Angela asked with a smile, trying her best to control herself from laughing and feeling relieved if anything because she just spotted another difference between this Touma Kamijou and her actual father.

"Angela, when there comes a time when you just found out that you just became a parent somehow, you have to do what you have to do in the best ways possible so that you won't make a fool out of yourself," Kamijou spoke seriously just as he was reading the book.

"Wow...who knew you would be this serious about it, papa," Miyoko made a humorous smile. She was also trying her best not to laugh as well.

"Better get used to it, Miyoko-chan," Mion said with a smile, putting one hand on her waist. "When it comes to family, Touma-chan is quite serious and focus-driven. I mean, I can just remember the times when he tries his absolute best to make time for Rika-chan or even made plans to spend time with us or with his parents and Otohime-chan in spite of the fact that he's always busy most of the time."

"Furude Rika, right? Papa, just...what is she like?" Miyoko asked, curious about the woman that this version of her papa had married. I mean, if she was that special enough that she would be the chosen woman for Touma Kamijou out of every single woman that he would know in this world and in her world and in others, it makes someone like Miyoko very interested to find out more.

At that precise moment, Kamijou became silent. His expression became one of soberness, melancholy, and reminiscence. And there was just that feeling of being tired after everything. It made everyone pay very close attention.

Kamijou became quite thoughtful of the question as he begins to close the book that he was reading and put it in his pocket.

"Well...she's...well, she's both simple and complex. She's a girl that just wants to be normal and live normally in spite of being a seemingly high-class lady, always wanting to see and explore the world and everything beyond, and has a knack and craving for adventuring. I can't really fault her for that trait since for one, she got stuck in an endless hell along with me, and two, she just wanted to branch out more than what fate laid out for her, she wanted to be free to fly. When you look at her, you can see how alone she truly was, being the only one besides me that experienced a living hell of over a hundred years or so. I was there by her side...every step of the way..."

And then, Kamijou spoke further.

"She was...She was the woman that kept me going and made me stay to the mark and remember why I fight. Everything that had happened to me at that time, the hell that I had to endure, every single loop that I had to undergo, all of it just leads back to her. I finally found something worth fighting for in spite of my predicament aside from trying to bring smiles to everyone. I realized that I need more than just that desire since the desire to make people smile would not be enough as that desire would sooner or later turn against me. I needed something concrete to hold onto..."

Kamijou looked at Miyoko who was widening her eyes. Everyone else had their eyes widened and listened.

"Everywhere I went, no matter what world, it was always death for me. Doesn't matter what day or hour or month or year. I always kept running and running. And I never stopped. And I...saved a lot, met a lot. Even now..." he glances to the skies. "Sometimes I wonder...Sometimes I asked the question myself...Is any of this worth it? Why do I have to keep suffering like this? Can't I have a good night's rest without the next day having to be massacred into bloody smithereens? Because that's the thing...I never had any rest, maybe once, but even that wouldn't last very long. No matter what I do, I can never escape from the Hell of whoever had put me through. I couldn't contact my friends, I couldn't contact my family, I couldn't contact anyone, I was completely cut off from any support and had to face the Hell alone...And Rika was the only one there to recognize me...She knew...because she suffered alongside me..."

Kamijou smiled.

"Looking back at it, if there were three things that I never regretted, it was this. One was meeting my wife, two was meeting my friends, and three was me spending the simple days of Hinamizawa. I wanted to get those peaceful days back...and so I fought until I eventually succeeded at long last..."

Everyone was silent about this, and for the Hinamizawa Club that was listening, it struck to home since they were the main center of this topic.

The Club knew what Touma Kamijou was talking about. Most experiences were lost to them as it should be, but Touma Kamijou lived through every single iteration of their lives that made it to the point where he intimately knew the details of every single one of them. Touma Kamijou was the true de facto leader of the Club who took charge of the situation in the darkest hours. And he won...But that victory came at the cost of spending an infinity.

And so...

"...!"

One by one: Hanyu Furude, Keiichi Maebara, Rena Ryūgū, Mion Sonozaki, Satoshi Hōjō, and Shion Sonozaki all embraced him in their own way with smiles of their own. The rest simply stood by and watched.

"...Oh, Touma," Hanyu was hugging him gently like a mother.

"Touma-san...you know that we're rather grateful for what you did back then," Shion spoke with a very soft smile.

"...Honestly, I'm glad that you stuck by us even to the end," Keiichi said with a cheerful smile, patting Kamijou on the head.

"I wouldn't really be here in a way without you, Touma-san," Satoshi smiled.

"We all wouldn't really be here, Touma-kun. Once again, thank you for saving us and Hinamizawa," Rena spoke with a smile.

"And if Rika-chan and Satoko-chan are here, they would say the same thing we all do now," Mion spoke with a smile.

Touma Kamijou made a bright, weary, and solemn smile on his face. "I know...I never really needed to be thanked...just glad that all of you are finally free of that curse...That's good enough for me..."

"...?!" Angela made a surprised expression and made a soft grunt which was noticed by Kamijou who turned to find someone standing there.

It was Makoto Kamijou, followed by Mikoto Misaka who exited the door of the building where many 501st Clone Troopers were stationed there, and they were also among those who listened and knew what he was referring to.

"...Um, hey," Makoto muttered softly, looking rather hesitant.

Kamijou blinked for a few moments before smiling softly. "Kamijou...Makoto, right?"

"Y-Yeah, that's right," Makoto's expression became both irritant and hesitant.

There was a silence that reigned throughout the street. Neither was talking. Just what was the thought of one Makoto Kamijou who had just heard his father's tale of living an infinite hell?

Makoto can take a hint. He wasn't stupid. And it appeared to him that his old man here had suffered a lot worst than he thought. The way that Touma Kamijou spoke, there was no way it had to be a lie. It was a genuine hard truth. It leads Makoto to wonder about his old man...and wonder, did that old man suffer the same if not worse?

Honestly, Makoto was conflicted. He wanted to hate this person that was standing right in front of him but he just can't seem to do it because of those damn gentle piercing eyes that were always on him. Touma Kamijou's eyes were looking straight at him without any hesitation.

"What?!" Makoto made a slightly loud tone. He tried his best to look angry in the face of the man that was another version of his late father. "What?! Why exactly are you looking at me like that, huh?!"

"Makoto!" Angela widened her eyes and tried to speak, but Kamijou gently cut her off.

"Angela, I'll handle this, everyone else needs to stay back...this is between me and him," Kamijou gestured for everybody to stay back and let him handle his distraught son from a different timeline.

"Tck..." Makoto crumpled his hands into a fist. There was an uneasy feeling in the atmosphere which made many have the urge to step back as it felt like a lightning storm was about to come down upon them. But Touma Kamijou stood his ground without fear, still giving him a simple look of compassion.

"You know, I know that you're not him," Makoto said with difficulty. "You're not him, you're not my old man, but you look...you look so damn like him...Did...Did you know about me from Angela?"

"She told me that I pretty much left you and everyone else and barely came home," Kamijou spoke sadly but still maintained a sad smile.

"Well, no fucking shit, you barely came home!" Makoto shouted just as the lightning that was coming from his head that would fry the ground and the wall nearby, creating scorched marks. The event shook most of everyone as they took a step back, the 501st Clone Troopers all gathered to provide for crowd control as they let their general, Touma Kamijou, handle the situation. Mikoto Misaka was shocked and concerned about the grave situation. But the look on Kamijou's face, a subtle look, made her stay her ground and let him handle it.

"Do you have any idea what it's like, huh?! While you were out playing hero and saving someone, you barely even came home! My mother was the one that took care of me all this time and you barely came! In fact, the only times when I remembered you even coming home would be my fucking birthday...but even then...you just gave me those souvenirs you got from all of those damn trips! I didn't even need those pieces of junk! You! You just had to leave, again!"

Makoto stepped forward which sets everybody on edge. Kamijou however simply accepted this with a sad smile and let Makoto vent out his frustrations.

"Do you have any damn idea what it's like?! I called for you, wondering whether the hell or not are you even gonna come home. All I got from my mother as an answer was my father was busy saving the world and some shit. She never elaborated on it at all. Years later, I suddenly found out that you actually had kids aside from me! The fact that you actually knock up with a bunch of women, and left them high and dry just like a coward just goes to show how completely full of shit you spew about fighting and protecting smiles! If you wanted to fight for smiles, why not just stay in the damn home with your damn family for once?! Why do you always have to just go up and leave?! Why do you always...always..."

Makoto's voice was breaking. The lightning that was sprouting from his head was now spreading like an electrical current throughout his entire body. There was anger in his face and a hint of yellowish eyes that were staring straight into Kamijou's eyes.

"And then...you just had to go up and die, didn't you?! And you never took responsibility for what you did to us?! What you did to my mother?! What you did to me, you BASTARDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!"

Even when cursing, there were tears in his eyes as if wondering what the heck was he doing acting like a tantruming child in front of someone who wasn't even his father. Even when the electrical current spread out like a bunch of lights that were making scorched marks and eventually, when some of the lightning which cracked and spread throughout the atmosphere and the weather seems to be changing, from blue skies into grey clouds that would start to rain, Touma Kamijou didn't falter.

Instead, he simply walked closer to the young man who was likened to a walking power battery that could pretty much fry him if he wasn't careful. The drops of rain were slowly falling down on the ground and were dropping into Kamijou's face, making his hair wet. The winds seemed to be picking up as the wind turbines from nearby would start to increase steadily and swiftly as if attracted by the foul mood of the Level 5 that was now drawing out his inner frustrations.

"Makoto..." Angela muttered softly in worry, seeing everything that was happening.

"Papa..." Miyoko muttered softly in worry, seeing everything that was happening.

"Touma-san," Sota said, concerned and with the slight urge to get his Decadriver just in case.

The 501st Clone Troopers who were on standby were now on their toes, wondering whether or not to draw out their weapons to stun. But they safely complied with the order and trusted their general. It was a bond that was forged for many years. Their general was a friend to all clones and fought for their rights.

Touma Kamijou did not falter even in the face of this young man who simply missed his father deeply. Kamijou's heart was aching deeply as he was seeing one of his most preconceived fears. That in some other world, there was a child of his who was suffering like this.

Makoto Kamijou wasn't really his son. But he was, multiverse theory be damned!

And the boy needed his father. He was clearly hurting and needed his father more than anything. After all, this young boy was from a HELL where The God of Ruin, a nameless Magic God, had spread terror and subjugated his entire world, and turned everything into darkness the moment when Touma Kamijou - the only light keeping the darkness at bay - had perished seemingly on the very night of Christmas.

He can see the genuine tears that were flowing from Makoto Kamijou who just wanted his father to come home.

He wanted him to just come home.

He took each step forward as the sound of the sidewalk was now dripping with water. And he simply spoke...

"I'm sorry..."

Touma Kamijou can only say these words from the bottom of his heart. He wasn't the Touma Kamijou who needed to apologize to Makoto Kamijou. Nevertheless, he simply took this responsibility in his place when the Touma Kamijou that should have done so was no longer here. He apologized...for everything...

"Wh-What?!" Makoto made a shocked expression as the lightning suddenly stopped. But the tears weren't stopping. The rain wasn't stopping.

"I am so sorry," Touma Kamijou spoke with a heartfelt apology for everything that had happened to him. "I may not be your father in this world...but...to hell with semantics...I am so sorry...for everything..."

"...?!" Makoto didn't know how to respond to that. He was confused for a few moments.

It gave Kamijou ample opportunity for him to go closer and used his Imagine Breaker gently touch the young boy's left shoulder which negated his abilities and turned him back to normal. But the rain wasn't stopping.

"I am truly sorry...for everything...Honestly, this apology and this speech may seem useless to you...but it matters to me. Seeing you like this...I can't just leave things like this...If...If you're willing to have me, I can be the father that I failed in another life, your life...We can start over...just from zero...Everything starts from zero after all..." Kamijou smiled sadly.

"Start from zero..." Makoto made a grimaced and tearful expression just as the rain dropped down in front of them.

"That's right," Kamijou used his other left hand to gently touch the cheeks of the young man and wiped his tears. "So...let's leave the frustrations behind...We don't have to let the past define us both...We can still start over...And with the help of your sister (Angela) and your other sister (Miyoko), I believe that we can learn to do better..."

"I...I..." Makoto made a hesitant expression.

The barriers were slowly breaking. Perhaps, at this very hour, there may come to a term of understanding. These two have come from two different worlds but that didn't mean the bonds didn't surpass the barriers between worlds.

Makoto couldn't take it. He didn't know what to say at this point. He remembered the little things that his father had given him. Honestly, he called his father's birthday gifts as junk, but they were the only true things that made him feel a type of connection for his father who was so very far away.

He simply gave up resisting, frustrated to the core, and simply lay his head down on Kamijou's shoulder and allowed the old man for once to pamper him for good. This time at the very least.

Yes, this was rather stupid of him, Makoto thought to himself. This Touma Kamijou wasn't even his old man...and yet it felt like it was...

Touma Kamijou wasn't afraid just like what the stories described him to be. He wasn't the coward who ran way. He faced the danger head-on and didn't run away. His eyes spoke a sense of conviction that had already been there since time immemorial. This is what Makoto Kamijou had been told regarding his father. And this seems to have come alive the moment this Touma Kamijou started to do the same things that he knew his father could possibly do.

Perhaps even more...

He didn't know. This was stupid, Makoto thought. And yet, he can help but released everything. His own pent-up frustrations and everything else. He thought he was gonna deal with a Touma Kamijou that lacked a spine, a Touma Kamijou that thought that he didn't deserve happiness, a Touma Kamijou who considered himself a plague and therefore better off to live without.

But...

This seems like the exact opposite as the old man who was standing right in front of him was simply giving him a smile and a hug. It was a little too cliché for him to take seriously. And yet...he didn't mind it at all. But he would never want to admit that since he has his pride to consider after all.

Everything seemed to have calmed down for now, with everyone slowly breathing a sigh of relief. Angela and Miyoko simply made a sigh and a smile of relief as they both glanced at each other before looking back at Touma Kamijou and Makoto Kamijou.

And for the very first time, Makoto Kamijou cried in front of his father.

And while he was patting Makoto gently in the back, Touma Kamijou begins to ponder deeper thoughts into the delicate manner that Angela, Makoto, and every one of her siblings were going through. Yes, there was the rogue Magic God to consider, but there was something else. The fact that he wasn't there for his children. The fact that he considered himself a curse to the point of abandoning his own children.

That would be the extreme reaction that Touma Kamijou may have undertaken from another life. But not here, not now, not after everything that he'd been through. Because in every experience that he had accumulated, in every single adventure, meeting new people, meeting new family, he learned the lesson of loving oneself and being thankful for whatever one had. Misfortune may come, but he didn't care. All he cared about right now was how truly thankful it was to be alive, to be able to do the simple things, and to hang out with friends. To go to school in order to learn and make friends, and to study for his dreams.

He wondered...wondered about the other siblings of both Angela and Makoto...

Makoto may have been easier to deal with, but Kamijou had doubts that it was over. Despite coming from a different reality, he needed to fix this. He would make it his personal business. They were his children. They need him. More than ever.

That was a promise.

He'll be a father to them as it is the right thing to do. That's all that mattered. Doesn't matter if they were from a different world, they were family, and Touma Kamijou can't turn his back on family.

He turns his thoughts to every one of the BREAKERS, his sons and daughters that were out there, whether in this universe or in other universes, and thought. "("I promise that I'll find every single one of you...If I have to apologize and bow down to the ground, then so be it...Just so long as you are all together again, nothing would make me happier...")"

And he made this promise from within his very own beating heart.

Insert Song: End

ED Song:

Terminator Salvation - Break The Silence (Soundtrack)

New Characters:

Kazari Uiharu - VA: Aki Toyosaki

Ruiko Saten - VA: Kanae Itō

Mii Konori - VA: Kana Ueda