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Episode 1

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Hans Zimmer - Oogway Ascends Kung Fu Panda Soundtrack

Multiverse: KK 2004 Multiverse

Universe: ACMI Universe-Prime

There was a place that is nothing but an endless blank void that stretches as far as the eye can see or fathom. It was a realm within a prison dimension that was quite mysterious in its design. The origins of this place are shrouded in mystery, known only to a few. Time doesn't work or flow in the same direction as they do from the outside world. No one knew what lay before this dimension, nor the implications as to what it would have meant. Not one single soul.

Except for Touma Kamijou.

And he was currently making a monk-like stance, closing his eyes, breathing in and out in a slow and reverberating fashion. His expression was calm and collected, as if in meditation. Face to face with Kamijou was an ancient apex predator that is reminiscent of the tales of old; of wingless, four-legged, serpentine creatures with above-average intelligence.

Its skin was light blue-green in color, with yellow being a secondary color that was found at the back of the scales and through some parts of the body such as the sides of the torso. Its slit eyes, blue-green in color, were close tightly, and its breathing was calm and collected, as if in meditation.

And after a few moments in time, the blank void would begin to disperse, replacing it with an environment of color, shape, and form that would influence the surrounding area. Peach trees were seen littering throughout the area, with one significant peach tree standing just nearby the two individuals.

As to what Touma Kamijou was currently wearing, it consisted of a simple robe that was reminiscent of what the ancient Samurai warriors of the Rising Sun had used to wore, consisting of a white robe and tunic, kharki pants, wearing a utility belt that encircles around his waist, and simple pair of traditional Japanese footwear resembling flip-flops. The robe and tunic were waving at the simple breeze that was also affecting the grass plains. The skies were clear, with a tint of orange denoting sunrise, the rays of the sun coming down and warming the two individuals.

And there was nothing in these surroundings except these two, along with the sense of inner peace.

And then, after a few moments that would seem to pass by, the dragon would begin to open its eyes and look at Kamijou, with its expression turning solemn.

"Imagine Breaker."

Kamijou opened his eyes, looking at the dragon as if a student was looking at his old master, a bond that was as ancient as the passing of time. This dragon had served as a guide for Kamijou over the years, appearing little by little in a gradual manner and teaching him seeds of wisdom along the way. Very subtle, and yet was effective, decisive in moments when Kamijou had most in need of it.

"Yes, Lord IT?" he asked, sporting an expression of concern.

The dragon would begin to speak once more.

"It is almost time for the significant moment of your life to occur. Not long now, you are about to undertake a journey that your other self from a different variation of the universe had once trod upon and experienced, and the start of this journey would come from someone who would visit you so suddenly as if it were a cloud of shifting dust upon the wind. You may know whom I have spoken about, for has not the Lady Othinus once told you in mere riddles as to whom you would eventually meet when the time is right?"

Kamijou of course knew what the dragon was referring to. It was referring to someone by the name of Index Librorum Prohibitorum. It was a name that would slowly become familiar with Kamijou as the years draw near. The hints and riddles that Othinus had decided to tell him in spades would allow him to at least form a picture, if only incomplete, of what this person was to be like.

Kamijou recalled Othinus saying this, recalling the memory that she had when describing it to him with a very sad and meaningful smile.

"Although, I can perhaps tell you this with regards to the Walking Library of Grimoires herself, perhaps in the current reality that you may know and the one that I'm living, she may in fact be very different in terms of behavior and demeanor. But in the world that I came forth from and remember, she was a religious nun from one of the largest Christian denominations of your world, known for her role as the Library of Forbidden Books. When I knew her most of the time, she acts like a simple child, and yet seem to carry rare hints of maturity. Do take care as to when you were to encounter her one day, human, for I can tell you that danger would come for her in simple and complicated ways."

And since then, he had been meditating about the hints that were likened to little pieces of bread whose scattering crumbs provide hints and pieces of an incomplete puzzle that would trigger a sense of familiarity and longevity. He could only provide the following description regarding her from what she could glean from Othinus and a few others along the way, and in reference to the déjà vu-like experiences of his dreams.

She was a religious sister, carrying forbidden knowledge that is considered dangerous for simpletons and a threat to the most experienced. The habit that she wore seemed to be pure white with gold-laced embroidery, a one-piece attached hood over her head, reminding one of a nouveau riche ostentatious teacup, used to protect her against and withstand most magical potency and bombardment, an almost perfect defense of a sort. There seem to be a certain presence regarding her that he had found to be quite strange, a power of interior potency that when fully unleashed would allow one to manipulate the universe to her liking.

Perhaps that would explain the 'locked-and-key' vibe that she seems to be unconsciously emanating and it is one that he alone could sense. That's all he really knew about her. She and the name that she seems to carry within is one that Kamijou could discern.

Index Librorum Prohibitorum.

"...Yes, I'm...well aware in part of what is coming, Lord IT. I may not know as much as I'd rather not deliberately look into personal non-existent futures due to being too dangerous and unpredictable, but I do know that this woman seems to be an important figure from another life, a past life. Since the past few days...I could feel it. The Force seems to be pointing directly at her from my dreams, these flashes that I've had since I was eleven, and I could feel as if it is trying to tell me something. Aside from Index, I've noticed that some form of shadow seems to be engulfing her memories, as if by some foreboding premonition that would announce some kind of misfortune, and this shadow seems quite familiar too...But...Could that be the case? Could it be that..." Kamijou said, sporting a concerned expression, with eyebrows knitted.

"...That I'm afraid is what truly concerns me," IT replied in a solemn tone, breathing a heavy sigh. "There have been whispers. There have been rumors. And it all relates to the fact that the crimson shade from the east appeared to have taken an interest in the poor girl, and would no doubt send an emissary on the way to capture her if possible. As to why...I could take an educated guess. But for now, you would need to be patient. If you happen to meet this girl, do not hesitate to call for any necessary help and assistance from others, including myself, at the appropriate time. If the crimson shade from afar has an interest in this girl, then I shudder as to what form of machinations may seem to occur from within. If the time were to come, you should be reminded of the most basic thing that you would ought to have learned by now. You would need all your skill and intellect to survive this storm. Control your fear and let go of any negativity, accepting and acknowledging such weaknesses and building upon them like the foundation stones in order for you to step forward and do what needs to be done."

"Of course, Lord IT. I understand," Kamijou nodded.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Touma Kamijou would slowly opens his eyes, waking up from his bed, a simple white mattress that has two grey pillows and a blanket covering half of his body. He would slowly reach for the alarm clock that was located nearby the top of the bedside table and turned it off. Then he would begin to slowly rise from his bed, looking at the surroundings of his bedroom, seeing the furniture and all types of articles and books that were put in proper order. Then he looked back at the alarm clock and would seem to show the current time.

It was 5:10 a.m. in the morning.

Kamijou would begin to breathe in and out, sporting a solemn expression.

"Well, I guess it's time for me to start the day."

There was a timeless hallowed circular chamber whose location lay far beyond the borders of the realm of both mortal and god alike.

Twelve great female figures stood in attendance, all wearing the Carmelite habit as part of their nature, dignity, and rank even among the gods. Twelve members of a higher choir of the Angelus race that are known to be the Dominations, or Dominions, whose function serves to regulate the duties of the lower choirs. They are but twelve in number, but they are not the only ones among the Dominations, for there are as many of them as there are recorded universes from the distant past and the foreseeable future. Even if one were to count the stars in the sky, it still wouldn't be enough to gauge their actual number. And the same could be said of every choir among the Angelus race.

Walking in solemnity and dignity was a young beautiful woman in physical appearance, with dark black hair worn over by a black-white veil, and brown eyes that seem both far and near-sighted with depth and experience, and whose mouth would form part of the expression of solemnity and respect, as she was but a humble servant in the presence of her superiors. And one of those superiors just so happens to be her beloved mother.

For she was Lady Cassiel—Archangel of Tears—Guardian Angel of Earth. A member of the Principalities, and the Principality to whom all Principalities defer to for advice and counsel. She alone who represents the entire Third Choir of the Angelus.

And thus, she reaches the center, she would bend the knee and bow her head low, with her right hand placed near her breast.

"I, Lady Cassiel, your humble servant, tis asked as to what is thy bidding, my mothers in spirit?"

One of them who was her actual mother by blood and by spirit, Lady Griselda—Archangel of Warriors and Heroes—Guardian Angel of Earth, a beautiful woman with dark black hair worn over by a black-white veil, and green emerald eyes that was both ancient and new, spoke with a smile that was both solemn and grim.

"My daughter, this Holy Council has a formal assignment that needs to be accomplished upon this given meta-hour. You are to be sent and assigned to ACMI Earth-Prime, specifically to Academy City as there will be an important event that had long since been prepared for. A young girl by the name of Index Librorum Prohibitorum would require your subtle protection and observation as of now, for the Council has grave concerns that are being pondered upon in relation to the crimson shadow from the east."

"Ah! But tis not this were to relate as well to Kamijou-niisama, mother?," Lady Cassiel asked, sporting an expression of concern as she turned towards her mother.

"That is correct, my daughter," Lady Griselda nodded solemnly. "He may need your help as do all who would face the coming darkness that seems to be brewing undeterred. Many have set their eyes of intrigue upon the Emerald Sister, and some of whom may not be so very kind. It is best that you stick to the shadows for now and play the role of an observer. Reveal yourself for when the appointed time was to draw near according to your discretion, but for now, discretion is highly advised, for you must be as shrewd as a serpent and as simple as a dove when stepping into ACMI Earth-Prime, mindful of being respectful to the territorial treaties in accordance with the law. Am I understood?"

"Of course, mother," Lady Cassiel nodded simply, bowing her head low in an act of humility.

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Sharin no Kuni, Yuukyuu no Shounenshoujo - Watch out and run!

Somewhere deep within the halls of the Sanctum Sanctorum, there was the presence of a man in his mid-thirties, a handsome man with gentlemanly features, who appeared to be in his mid-thirties, with combed well-kept hair with grey sides, and a meticulously trimmed goatee, wearing yellow gloves, a blue tunic robe worn all over the body, and a scarlet red cape from his back that is known as the Cloak of Levitation, along with a mystical artifact that is worn around his neck that is known as the Eye of Agamotto.

Dr. Stephen Vincent Strange MD–PhD.

He was currently in a hovering position a few short meters from the floor, in calm meditation, with both hands raised to the sides of the waist, the thumb and the forefinger touching the tip while the rest are open.

And as the hours seem to pass, the calm expression turns to one of inner concentration, followed by a solemn and grim expression that would make him open his eyes, from grey turning emerald as he would use the power of the Time Stone, viewing and reflecting upon an infinitude of possibilities.

"...It's time," he softly uttered.

Yes...It was time. The time had finally come. His chosen apprentice had long, at last, would step into her predestination. She will encounter the Imagine Breaker for the first time. It was their fate to meet. And such would begin the journey that had long been prepared for so many years.

There was a certain shade that would lay in wait. A black dot with no name that can be discerned by a mortal's eyes.

Wait. Wait. Wait.

For this being of nefarious intent was nothing but a dreaded cold-hearted shadow. A husk of what was once a man of flesh and blood before he had been subjected to the punishment of the worms and of the flames of the never-ending suffering that awaits those of the damned.

For now, he silently watches upon his prey, careful to not act for now and simply content upon observing. Invisible to the naked eye of mortal men, it would go about its business undetected, phasing through solid matter without any form of hindrance.

Was it not simply a Child now?

Yes...A Child of the Red King. Servant of the Crimson Monarch Par Excellence.

How much blood had already been stained by this soul of the damned who could never find rest?

A living wraith of the damned cursed to forever haunt both the dead and the living, becoming an enforcer of the Crimson Will.

Once...He was known by the name of Jack the Ripper, an infamous unidentified serial killer active in the impoverished districts in and around Whitechapel in the East End of London in the year 1888, coming from a faraway universe not native to ACMI Universe-Prime, or to the multiverse that it belonged too.

And now, he was but a lowly servant of the Dark One, and was currently shadowing A Certain Magical Index who was currently running from place to place, not stopping for one second just as her life had depended upon such.

Ah...The little prey flees. How predictable of her for him to track. For he can sense it. The fear. The anxiety. The feeling of being hunted for more lifetimes than one could care to admit.

Could it be that she knows? That she knows that her life as it was is not as she knew it to be now? Did she perhaps regain a sense of foreknowledge?

Nay, it was not so. Rather, it might as well take into account of a phenomenon called déjà vu, an anomaly of memory whereby, despite the strong sense of recollection, the time, place, and practical context of the "previous" experience are uncertain or believed to be impossible.

And thus, he would shadow her from one place to another, and then came to a rooftop, hopping from one to another, and by the time she would hop to another building, she'd hit her back at the metal bars of the balcony due to a miscalculated jump that would eventually make her land near...

Ah...The balcony where his dreaded adversary was located.

It would be unwise to show himself now. It had been a long time ago since their very last encounter from both perspectives. Although time seems quite irrelevant for beings like them who had the capacity to traverse it in mere spades.

"Not yet...Wanderer...Our long-awaited confrontation would begin soon...But not now..."

And like dust blown from the wind, it vanished, leaving to parts unknown.

It was July 20th, the first day of summer vacation.

Touma Kamijou was simply doing some simple housecleaning by himself, with an advanced vacuum cleaner underway in order to remove any hidden debris and dirt from the surrounding area. And as he was cleaning, he has his cellphone to his left ear and was talking to someone from the other line who was several light years away from his respective multiverse.

"...And so, you're not going to come home for the time being I suppose due to your duties as a Witch," he spoke sadly, accompanied by an understanding smile.

"That's right, dear. Bernkastel-sama said that an urgent meeting between the Witches is scheduled to take place not long after. Satoko would be accompanying me as well to the meeting as she's also a Witch in training."

The one that was speaking from the phone was none other than his beloved wife, Rika Furude, or as she is known now, Rika Kamijou, having married him for some time between the ages of 12 and 13, and since then had been happily married for over four years, if one were to take into account the timeline of his universe.

"I understand. Give my regards to Lord Battler when you bump into him by the way," Kamijou said.

"Of course."

"Love you," Kamijou said with a smile.

"Love you too."

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

And thus, the cellphone finally ended the call. Kamijou would eventually place the cellphone back in his pocket and continue on with the housecleaning. Then, he would begin to turn on the high-tech television screen that was pasted to the wall through the use of a remote that was on the desk, switching to a channel about INN News.

"...And on today's inter-multiversal headlines, President John Connor is scheduled to attend the official ceremony of independence that would be held on CG Earth-Prime. Independence arises across this world as multiple nations were now responding to the call to form the United Federation of Nations in response to countering Britannia's advancing domination after it has conquered most of the world..."

"Well, I guess Lelouch seems to have that issue in the bag. For now at least...," Kamijou commented grimly.

Then...

"Hm?"

He sensed something.

A presence that was familiar...and yet was not so...

He begins to turn off the television, places the remote back on the desk, and heads towards the balcony, with eyes narrowed. His déjà vu senses seem to be kicking in at each moment he takes one step.

Then he opens the sliding door to find...

"...!"

His eyes widened.

He sees what appeared to be a person hanging on a balcony. A young foreign woman who was about 14 or 15 years old. Looking a year or two younger than Kamijou. Her waist-length hair was silver, and her skin was as white as snow. Her eyes were the color of emeralds. However, what made one realize that she was a foreigner the most was her outfit. She wore a Christian nun's habit that was pure white with gold-laced embroidery made of golden thread that had been sewn in. It managed to possess the characteristic look of an ostentatious nouveau riche teacup.

Her eyes and facial expression, sporting a grimaced expression due to having hit the balcony, would turn towards the eyes of the spiky-haired young man as they both turned to look at each other.

And thus, destiny still arrives.

For a new journey is about to begin.

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OP Song:

Adele - Skyfall (Lyric Video)

12 Core Members:

Dr. Stephen Strange - A: Benedict Cumberbatch

Main Comapnion Protagonists:

Touma Kamijou - VA: Atsushi Abe

Main Love Interests:

Rika Kamijou (née Furude) - VA: Yukari Tamura

Main Heroine Characters:

Index Librorum Prohibitorum - VA: Yuka Iguchi

Othinus - VA: Asami Seto

New Characters:

Lady Cassiel - VA: Kana Hanazawa

Lady Griselda - VA: Ayako Kawasumi