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Episode 5


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Spy | "Who Can You Trust" Ivy Levan Music Video [HD] | 20th Century FOX


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Max Payne 2 - Main Theme


Somewhere on the other side of the world, there was the Lambeth Palace.

The official London residence of the Archbishop of Canterbury, the principal leader of the Anglican Church. It is situated in north Lambeth, London, on the south bank of the River Thames, 400 yards (370 metres) south-east of the Palace of Westminster, which houses the Houses of Parliament, on the opposite bank.

The grounds were currently open for sightseeing, but the inside of the building was still off limits to normal people and all information on it was off limits as well. Simply put, no one knew what it was like inside. The most one could do was imagine what might be inside from the historic look of the exterior. The area was wrapped in mystery and fascination, and any member of the Anglican Church that cared about social status and influence set it as their goal. Without exaggerating, it could be called a throne.

The building had nothing to do with your average person and yet no one found its absolute privacy suspicious. It also had a greater magical defense network surrounding it than even Buckingham Palace where the queen lived. Everyone from the guards to the gardeners and the cleaners was well-versed in anti-intruder close combat magic. The layout of the pillars, the patterns on the wallpaper, and even the amount of light put off by the Western lamps all held magical meanings that functioned as a single trap. The building itself was a single giant device, so an intruder could not simply avoid the traps.

Everything related to the building was designed with the intent of making such a ridiculous concept a reality. Due to the specific clergyman who lived there and the idea of the iron maiden, it was sometimes sarcastically referred to as the Nail Bedroom.

"My my, to think that something like this was happening throughout Academy City lately."

The mused and intrigued tone of none other than Archbishop Lola Stuart, sitting on her chair while watching the television that was located near her front which was letting her see for herself what many others throughout the world.

She had her interest piqued the moment when the battle would start to erupt within the streets of Academy City. And this battle would draw her out of her own boredom and melancholic demeanor. For just right out in the open, there appeared to have been a fight that was carried out between a spiky-haired young man, seeming to be in high school as Lola could deduce based on his physical appearance, and was fighting and winning against the threat who was wearing an advance endoskeleton armor with gold armored plating and red neon colored lines.

The skills that the spiky-haired young man had shown were quite impressive to witness. What she could deduce from just watching alone was that this man had been given training and experience the likes of which not just anyone could hone to their maximum potential, taking perhaps an entire worth of a lifetime in terms of a human life span.

But Lola Stuart was never human to begin with. And she could immediately tell at a glance that the spiky-haired young man was an enigma that was worth pondering.

Still, she should probably make herself ready and presentable, she thought to herself. A meeting would no doubt occur in light of this incident. Public appearances and all that jazz that seem important to the few stuck-up people that she had the knowing pleasure of dealing with in her years as the Archbishop of the Anglican Church. And she could only smirk and laugh to herself, saying.

"Oh my, just what would become of the future I wonder?"


"That was so awesome!"

"Onii-chan was so cool!"

"Hey, what is that shield made of?!"

"Can I please take a picture with you, superhero-san?!"

As of now, Touma Kamijou is completely surrounded by the young little children from earlier who were sporting overtly excited expressions, making various comments in relation to their age that would prove the innocence and dreams that were present within their hearts.

And while Kamijou was entertaining the children, and the students and adults who were present on the scene, with some taking pictures and videos that were going viral across the internet, the robber, having been stripped of his advanced exoskeleton armor a few moments ago and is being hauled into the brought in containment tube by a couple of Anti-Skill personnel who were wearing biohazard gear in light of state-of-the-art protection against the Extremis virus. The robber himself was being taken into custody, being firmly led towards the back of a blue armored truck with cuffs in his hands, escorted by at least two Judgment Officers wearing biohazard gear, and would be led somewhere where he would need to undergo a thorough medical examination in light of being exposed to the Extremis virus which powered up his armor.

The robber would take a glance towards Touma Kamijou who was entertaining the children with a genuine smile that would make the robber stop for a moment to think and eventually make a smile of his own, closing his eyes in contentment.

"Cheesy he says," he softly muttered, shaking his head, thinking about what Kamijou had said to him. Now he was thinking of at least trying to start afresh and do something new to do in life.

The robber, Ryouta Okahara, took everything that A Certain Unknown Level 0 had said to heart. Of course, Ryouta would shake his head, anticipating Kamijou's eventual visit to the juvenile since he promised earlier.

"Hey, if I'm not busy with anything, we should try and hang out sometime."

It's what Touma Kamijou said with a smile on his face. Okahara made a confused expression, wondering what the heck was going on in Kamijou's head that made the latter want to visit him. Is it because...?

"Before you asked, it's not about the Extremis suit, although that forms a part of it because I'm concerned with the potential side effects that you may experience with it," Kamijou said grimly.

"Side effects?" Okahara questioned.

"Wait? Whoever gave you this never told you about any side effects?" Kamijou asked.

Now that Okahara had thought of it, the sellers of the armor never told him squat. All they told him was that they had been working on an experimental armor that they needed a bit of testing and he was one of those perfect candidates. He never really asked any questions about it and just took the offer that he couldn't refuse. But now, seeing that concerned look on Kamijou's face, he may as well need to rethink what he just did.

"Okay, hold that thought, I need to call somebody who might help. We need to make sure that you're brought back to the lab and do a recheck on your physical condition," Kamijou grimly said as he begin to take out a phone from his pocket.

"Wh-Why? What's so bad about this piece of junk?" Okahara asked about his damaged suit.

"More than you think," Kamijou said while at the same time looking at him with a serious expression that made him intimidated as all hell.

Whatever side effects that have A Certain Unknown Level 0 rather worried would probably be something that would make him worry too. Afterward, he heard Kamijou start calling some guy named Doctor Aritomi and told him to prep some kind of containment protocol for Extremis. Judging by the conversation from his end, it appeared to be going smoothly.

Now, he was being carried to the truck's backdoors that would close, with the truck being well on its way toward the next destination. While the truck was leaving, Kamijou would need to take a mental note to visit Okahara at least right after dealing with all of the inevitable fallout that may as well come his way.

And somewhere not too far from Kamijou were four middle school girls: Mikoto Misaka, Kuroko Shirai, Kazari Uiharu, and Ruiko Saten who were looking at Kamijou from afar, seeing him surrounded by all of the children who were asking him simple questions, and Kamijou was answering them one by one in a gentle and firm manner of tone that would bring hope and inspiration.

There was even a child, the young boy who went missing a while ago according to the tour guide woman who was frantic with worry before he was finally found due to Kamijou's state-of-the-art gadgets that he employed, that they would hear among the crowd saying. "When I grow up, I want to be just like you."

And then, the four middle school girls would see Kamijou smile, crouching down to his level, shaking his head while saying. "No. Don't be like me. Be yourself. Because you can be whoever you want to be so long as you be yourself, and follow this," he said, pointing towards the boy's heart. "Always listen to your heart, and it will show you the way even when the going get's tough. You understand?"

The young boy, smiling at the advice, would make a nod of affirmation, showing that he understands clearly. Kamijou in turn would say "Good", placing his left hand on his right shoulder in a gentle and firm manner before standing up to meet the mother of the young boy who could only bow out of gratitude towards the hero who had managed to defeat the armored robber not a moment ago.

"Thank you. Thank you so very much for helping me find my son," the mother would refer to the young boy who was just right in front of Kamijou, being embraced by the mother as tightly as she could.

"No thanks are necessary, ma'am," Kamijou smiled as he looked at the young boy. "We're all part of the same team here."

"...Wow," Saten would softly mutter to herself, sporting an expression of awe, still watching Kamijou alongside her three new friends. "A Certain Unknown Level 0 in the flesh. I...I never thought that I would get to meet an actual urban legend that I had heard of since last year."

"I have to admit, I was quite surprised that this guy is actually the rumored vigilante that people tend to talk about even in my school," Misaka sported an interested smile. "And then there's the part where this guy seemingly knows how to give a good fight since I watched all of his movements. Those types of movements didn't just come out of nowhere. They were trained and honed to the absolute limit. I should know this better than anyone."

"What do you mean, Misaka-san?" Uiharu said as she and Saten sported curious expressions.

"Onee-sama was once a Level 1," Shirai answered for Misaka, and the answer in turn managed to surprised both Uiharu and Saten. "And she only became a Level 5 through nothing but her own hard work and effort. So one should not think that Onee-sama looks down on anyone who is considered beneath her Level, isn't that right, Saten-san?" she added the last part, making a knowing expression that was accompanied by a smile.

"...Ah," Saten cringed hard as she had just been immediately found out by the pig-tailed Judgment Officer. She would begin to show an apologetic expression, knowing just what Shirai had meant, instantly bending her back and bowing her head in an act of apology. "I-I'm sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it," Misaka waved her right hand casually, with one eye closed, smiling as if it were no big deal. "I understand why you'd suddenly just blurt your level out as if it were a big deal to fuzz over with since I'm not stupid enough to ignore the prejudices that some people might hold against each other, whether if it were higher Levels like 3 or 4, or if it was the lower Levels like 1 or 0. If you asked me, that has been a major problem in this damn city that should have been cleaned out a long time ago," she would say, before looking at Kamijou who was answering the simple questions that the children gathered around him, and even the students and adults among the crowd would ask. She would smile, saying. "And well...I have a feeling that it's already being addressed, and about time too."

"If you mean Kamijou-san, Onee-sama, then even I'm quite curious about him as well," Shirai muttered softly, looking at the spiky-haired boy.

After a few moments later, Kamijou would take a glance towards Misaka, Shirai, Uiharu, and Saten, spotting them sporting smiles on her faces. He would draw near towards them by walking a few steps, sporting an awkward smile, still wearing his superhero uniform. And from somewhere in the background were the other students and adults as they tried to take pictures of Kamijou, with the four middle school girls included.

"...Soooo Kamijou-san," Saten sported an amused smile, with both hands to her back, walking towards Kamijou in circles and looking at him from top to bottom. "Is this how you normally look like when you're doing your vigilante work?"

"...More or less, Saten-san," Kamijou answered with a smile.

"That's a rather good look, what kind of material are your clothes made of," Saten said as she circled around and inspected Kamijou from top to bottom.

"Sorry, that's kinda classified, Saten-san," Kamijou said with a contrite smile which made Saten pout a bit.

"You know, I still think that you owe us four an explanation or two as to what the heck just happened," Misaka said, sporting a smirked expression, with one hand placed on her waist.

"It's a bit of a long story really, and I mean really long. Some of it is quite hard to take really without any proof for many people," Kamijou sported an apologetic smile.

"Ok you, that makes me even more interested as to what you were trying to hide, and I intend to find out about it," Misaka pointed out with a smirk, with her right index finger pointing at the spiky-haired boy.

"Ara, quite the interesting conversation that you're all having. Mind if I drop in?"

"Geh!"

Mikoto Misaka cringed within herself, recognizing the sweet honey voice from anywhere. She would slowly turn to the left and spot an overall elegant and endowed beauty with long straight golden hair and starry golden eyes, wearing the same Tokiwadai summer uniform, sporting a lofty amused smile, with her right gloved hand placed to her waist.

Misaki Shokuhou—Mental Out—The #5 Rank Level 5 Esper of Academy City.

Accompanying her was another beautiful girl with long lavender hair with ringlet curls, wearing the same Tokiwadai uniform, sporting a simple genuine smile that speaks of 'innocent' and 'purity' in that order.

Junko Hokaze.

"Hello, Kamijou-san," Hokaze waved her hand in an elegant and casual manner and flashed a smile.

"Hm?" both Uiharu and Saten sported surprised and awed expressions as the elegant ojou-samas who were standing there.

"What the- Hokaze-san, Shokuhou, what on earth are you two doing here?!" Shirai asked, sporting a surprised expression.

"That's honestly a good question, Kuroko," Misaka sported a suspicious and exasperated expression, with one left hand raised to her waist. "Just what exactly are you doing here, Shokuhou?"

"Well, I'm here to pick up Kamijou-san of course," Shokuhou said with a bright smile, with both hands placed together and tilting her head to the side.

"Wait what?" Misaka sported a surprised expression, glancing at Kamijou who could only smile genuinely at the blonde. "Do-Do you all know each other?"

"Yeah," Kamijou nodded, confirming the question. "I met Misaki and Hokaze-san a year ago. A lot of things happened that I wouldn't bore you with the details with and since then, we became quite good friends."

"Best friends you mean," Shokuhou corrected in a tone of humor. "And speaking of which, I believe that it's about time we get going for now as there are things that you would need to take care of because of this latest incident, right?"

"Y-You call her by her first name," Misaka muttered softly from the background with raised eyebrows, noticing the closeness of the two.

"Of course," Kamijou nodded at Shokuhou, before turning towards the four middle school girls who were looking at him with curious expressions. "Well girls, I'd best be off for now. There's plenty of stuff that I need to do at the moment, but so that we can get in contact again, can we share our respective cell numbers?"

"O-Of course," Shirai softly muttered, sporting a dazed and bewildered expression, wondering just how on earth did Kamijou become best friends with the Queen of Tokiwadai of all people.

And with that came the simple exchange of numbers between five individuals, the last being Misaka who was sporting an expression that was thoughtful, hesitant, and exasperated all in one as she was still wondering as to how Touma Kamijou knew Misaki Shokuhou and Junko Hokaze.

If one were to be clear regarding Mikoto Misaka's opinion on the former, it wasn't hostile by any means per se, at least not since a year ago when their entire relationship slowly but surely changed by just a little. And that was quite a surprise for her back then as well as now. Nowadays, they are both considered to be rivals in a sense who are practically better at seemingly everything and compete against each other from time to time, followed by their usual banter that was less hostile and more...one could say that of friends. No, even more than that. It was likened to that of a bond between actual sisters.

In this case, Misaki Shokuhou is that annoying sister who you seem to both love and hate in an overly complicated way. Actually, Shokuhou might as well be the sister that seems to almost never leave your sight and keeps a close eye on you from the shadows. If she didn't know any better, Misaka would say that Shokuhou could be considered a stalker, in a non-discriminating sort of way, to which she wouldn't put it past her Mental Out ability.

That was another thing that boggles her. There's the fact that she could even say that she gets along with Shokuhou better than anyone else because both seem to know each other from the inside out, seeing the masks peeling away for good measure and just being themselves for once without any form of publicity and formal training getting in the way. Not that Misaka would admit to this publicly.

For Junko Hokaze in particular, the so-called right-hand woman of the Queen, there was nothing more than just positivity all around when it comes to Misaka's relationship with her, especially considering the fact that she was one of the few in Tokiwadai that helped her train and hone her powers to the best that they could be. Then there's the fact that they both share very similar interests in terms of merchandise, especially in relation to Gekota.

As to how Misaki Shokuhou reacts to Gekota, surprisingly positive, but there's also that knowing smirk of amusement that she was always known by, as if there was a secret that only she would know and that Misaka would rather not find out what it was, and that in turn made the latter even more curious and tried to find out why sometimes.

"...Well, I guess I better get going then. Bye for now, everyone," Kamijou waved his right hand as he would walk with Shokuhou and Hokaze towards the sidewalk.

The four middle school girls could only sport bewildered expressions as they also wave their hands back at the spiky-haired boy, wondering as to what had just happened.

"O-Onee-sama," Kuroko muttered in a bewildered tone.

"Yes?" Misaka sported a bewildered expression.

"First the Dorm Manager, now Shokuhou-san? You'd have to wonder just how many people in Tokiwadai Kamijou-san even knows at this point," Kuroko pointed out in a bewildered and curious tone.

"You know, that's exactly what I'm wondering about, Kuroko," Misaka sported a curious expression.


One teleport later through the use of the watch that Touma Kamijou had from his wrist had led him, Shokuhou, and Hokaze to a back alleyway where there was a back door that lead to a certain flower shop owned by a very old friend.

"Oh honestly, you just can't help but broadcast yourself live on television, can't you?" Shokuhou sported an exasperated expression, raising an eyebrow of amusement and exasperation.

"(Sigh). Well, I didn't exactly have a choice in the manner, did I? Considering the fact that the armor that the robber was wearing was Extremis, I had to do what I had to do in order for several blocks to remain standing as they should and not become a literal ground zero that is filled with artificial burning lava. You and I both know just how dangerous those things are when it comes to the wrong hands," Kamijou pointed out, sporting a concerned and apologetic expression.

"Oh I know, and I don't blame you for intervening when you did. As a matter of fact, I felt more relieved and proud than anything, but then..." Shokuhou sported a grave expression. "There's something that I need to remind you of. From what I and my fellow Angels had gathered, literally everyone in the entire world that has a device that would allow for the transmission of communication and entertainment had watched you and your battle against the robber carrying the Extremis armor. And when I said everyone, I mean everyone."

Kamijou truly and deeply understood what Shokuhou was talking about. Because it wasn't just the general public who is aware of him now, but the other side of the world had probably noticed him. The one called "magic side". In truth, Kamijou knew that there was truly no such thing as a "magic" or "science" side. He'd chalked that up to the one who made it so.

"I take it that the information hadn't been stopped and contained in time," Kamijou grimly said.

"No," Shokuhou shakes her head. "The information that was carried over had already somehow reached out of the city. I'm sensing an unnatural coincidence here because normally speaking, information from inside the city is usually regulated and checked for the prevention of anyone else from gaining an advantage."

"Are you saying that this wasn't just a coincidence? That this was planned?" Kamijou asked, concerned.

"Probably," Shokuhou nodded. "And now thanks to this latest stunt, some people are going to be watching you like a hawk from now on. Your secret identity is out at this point because your face was exposed by some people taking shots from their phones and as of today, you may probably have a very difficult time for the next few days."

"That wouldn't be all though...because everyone that I know from outside such as my parents would possibly be targeted," Kamijou realized slowly, worrying for the safety of his family and friends outside the city.

"That would be taken care of by the MTFs, my Prince, so you don't have to worry about that problem," Shokuhou reassured with an empathetic expression.

"But then...aside from what lies outside, no doubt would my and our enemies take advantage of this. I'm practically vulnerable as it is. Might as well need to lay low for a little while and make contact with the others," Kamijou said, worried. But then, he thought of something else. "Speaking of, the robber that I fought, his name is Okahara Ryouta. He told me his name while we were talking a while ago. He said something that bothered me."

"What did he say, Kamijou-san?" Hokaze asked.

"He said that the ones who gave him the suit, in this case, A.I.M., thought that he was one of the potential candidates that could wield the Riotrooper Extremis Mark 3. I'm more concerned that more are still out there, plus I sent Okahara back to STUDY so that they could do a thorough check on every single part of his body for any side effects. We really don't want a repeat of what recently happened, but with causalities on the line."

And while Kamijou was still speaking, he and the others heard the sound of a door being opened. A young 20-year-old adult woman was seen exiting and leaning on the door. She had long, wavy blond hair, with one glittery green eye and with slit-like iris from the left while the other was covered with an eyepatch, wearing her usual get-up which consisted of a high-quality, stylish grey apron, and gloves.

To those who knew her in public, she was Frida Fensalir, but to people close to her, she was once the Magic God Othinus.

"Ah, Frida-san!" Hokaze smiled.

"Hello, you three," Othinus made a pointed look of amusement and concern at Kamijou. "And you, I've just watched your latest stunt from my television screen. I've been getting reports from my subordinates from the other side of the world that they saw you as well. We may need to continue this discussion inside, come along everyone."


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ED Song:

Thunderball (Main Title) · Tom Jones · John Barry


Main Companion Protagonists:

Touma Kamijou - VA: Atsushi Abe

New Characters:

Othinus - VA: Asami Seto