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Episode 7
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Corpse Party - Shangri-La - Romaji and English Lyrics
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Things have eventually decided to turn out for the worst.
It was bad enough that people from different times and universes are getting sent to Heavenly Host against their will. In fact, it was verified that some individuals are confirmed to have already died in terrible and gruesome ways as they pass by the haunted corridors. It was bad enough that monsters and other unnatural things that should not even be in Heavenly Host like the friendly neighborhood Indian ghost by the name of Dhruv Varma who was attracted to the influx of ghosts got sent to this place in countless droves to the demonic goats who were called the Lamia and are described and considered as a terrible nuisance for the five companions to deal with when it came to the afterlife.
But then none of it seems to top this by far.
For they were now currently experiencing what people in the know would term as a "Multi-Doctor Event".
Why is that so bad one might ask?
Depending on the exact circumstances, Multi-Doctor Events could be considered as a potential danger to the stability of time and space depending on the scale and locality where and when in a specific point this could or would occur, primarily being an opportunity for a temporal paradox to occur. As such, the Doctor himself normally tries, with emphasis on tries, to avoid Multi-Doctor Meetings if it could be helped because these tend to make one known that the situation demands full critical attention that could or would explode into universal or multiversal proportions.
And the five companions themselves know this for they have been through multiple cases of such instances of their Time Lord guardian, mentor, and father figure meeting himself. Sometimes, it's the simple TARDIS crashing and inadvertently creating a black hole that could destroy or rip the local universe apart. In other cases, it involves some kind of Time War weapon that inadvertently gets triggered, rippling back and forth throughout history. And these are but two known examples, for there are far too many to count.
For Touma Kamijou especially, this is concerning him as he sees both the Twelfth Doctor a.k.a. the present and specific Doctor that he and his four companions were traveling with, and the Eighth Doctor a.k.a. one of the Doctor's past incarnations from just right before the Last Great Time War meeting and interacting, plus the fact that this incarnation is known for his overtly multi-complex timeline, having been brushed through more paradoxes in inter-multiversal proportions than you could count with ten fingers. Take your pick: Faction Paradox's biodata virus, the Council of Eight, Irving Braxiatel's meddling of the timelines, the Time War itself; the last one in fact is the most well known and these were under the extreme case of his personal timeline being repeatedly altered, rewritten and overwritten by external forces, plus his multiple bouts of amnesia that is heavily recounted in multiple files regarding him were not helping the manner and further exacerbating it.
To have this specific incarnation here would mean trouble of the worst kind which made the dangers of Heavenly Host become a potential all-hands-on-deck situation.
"Two Doctors equals one Multi-Doctor Event," Dhruv Varma spoke grimly.
"...This is not good," Touma Kamijou muttered with a grimace.
"Tell us something we don't know, Touma-san," Kyon deadpanned, and yet he too was concerned.
The Eighth Doctor was stepping out of the TARDIS, closing the door slowly as he begins to take a good hard look at the Twelfth Doctor and looks back to the other TARDIS and then back and forth in between. Eventually, he appeared to get a quick grasp of the situation just by this, saying in a concerned and grimaced tone. "I must say, I wasn't expecting this at all."
"That makes two of us," the Twelfth Doctor muttered softly. "What's the last specific thing you recall before ending up here? Charley? No, not Charley, your eyes are a dead giveaway, plus judging by how your clothes and your hair don't seem to feel right with that specific time."
"And what's wrong with my hair?" the Eighth Doctor raised an eyebrow, putting his hands to his waist. "Regrettably enough, I didn't think I'd look older in the future."
"Older?! I'm more younger than I ever will be, thank you very much!" the Twelfth Doctor exclaimed as if affront.
"I suppose that you keep telling yourself that whenever you look at the mirror?" the Eighth Doctor replied with a deadpanned smirk.
"As if you can talk," the Twelfth Doctor softly muttered.
"Um, Doctor," Lelouch vi Britannia said as he walks ahead, breaking the conversation as both Doctors stared at the young lad.
"Yes?" both Doctors replied, looking curious and concerned.
"As much as this conversation is interesting and all, but can we continue this after we head back into the TARDIS as we still need for the two girls that we brought with us to be safe?" Lelouch explained in a serious tone.
"Oh right, of course," the Twelfth Doctor replied in agreement. He turns to his past incarnation. "Well, you heard the lad, Doctor, might as well come into my TARDIS as well in order to give you a basic rundown of current events that have happened so far."
"Well then," the Eighth Doctor smiled. "I shall take up your offer, Doctor."
And so, they begin to head inside the Twelfth Doctor's TARDIS, with the Twelfth Doctor snapping his fingers which open the doors. It of course surprised the Eighth Doctor who took notice of the gesture
"Fascinating," the Eighth Doctor muttered. "I didn't expect that would work."
"Oh you'll eventually learn about that trick somewhere down the line," the Twelfth Doctor replied subtly with a smile that hid a mixture of both happiness and sadness based on the context that his younger self hadn't known for yet as it has yet to happen to him a few faces later. It was one incident involving a planet-sized library when many faces back (or forward in his younger self's case), he would meet a special kind of woman whose meetings were something he continued to cherish up till this very day.
And as the conversation continues, both Yuka Mochida and Kokuhaku Akaboji were bewildered, looking at each other before looking at the other companions, the two middle school students of the past, and the shrine maiden who seem to be surprisingly used to this type of interaction for them.
"Umm, everyone, what seems to be happening here?" Kokuhaku asked, concerned.
"Hmm? Well, it's a long story really. And I mean really long, but we should probably head into the TARDIS which is that specific box that the Doctors are going right there," Conan Edogawa pointed out.
"Eh?" both girls muttered, looking back and forth between the telephone box and Conan, confused.
"Don't worry, ladies," Sota Mizushino reassured the two girls. "It's a lot bigger than it looks. Trust us."
It was bigger on the inside.
A complicated set of machinery that was vast and evoke a sense of larger than life itself. Metal floors in a circumferential order with metal bars accompanying all sides. Staircases were found from every direction and there were multiple bookshelves that stacked books from every time and place. Round circles from the walls are accentuated in light blue neon lights with a yellow neon light circle in the center of each.
Kokuhaku Akaboji and Yuka Mochida couldn't believe their eyes as they slowly walk around the place.
"It's...It's...bigger on the inside..." Yuka muttered softly, awed at the spectacle that she sees before her.
The Twelfth Doctor smiled at the familiar remark as he was touching the main console, saying. "Ah, that never gets old, no matter how many years it seems to have passed."
"I see you have redecorated," the Eighth Doctor said with intrigue.
"Do you not like it?" the Twelfth Doctor asked.
"I never said any of the sort," the Eighth Doctor smiled knowingly.
"Reimu, why don't you take Akaboji-san and Mochida-san on a tour of the TARDIS? Show them around the place. Don't worry, the TARDIS will help guide you just as always, plus the fact that I would need you to be on guard duty in the TARDIS anyway for the time being," the Twelfth Doctor asked.
"Of course, Doctor," Reimu nodded with a graceful smile. She looks at Kokuhaku and Yuka. "Come along, you two. What do you say we explore the TARDIS for ourselves? A little girl time if you will?"
"Eh? Well...I suppose so," Kokuhaku said, curious at just how big was this place. She looks at Yuka. "What about you, Yuka-san?"
"Um...I'd like to see the place too," Yuka answered, just as curious as the other woman who was beside her.
"Alright, then it's settled," Reimu smiled. She looks at Kamijou with a smile, saying. "Well then, off we go Touma. However..." she turn serious all of a sudden which slightly intimidates Kamijou which says something as he had been through worst. "Touma, you better not try to go off and do something on your own again just cause. If something happens that requires more than what you can handle, you call me. I don't care if I have to hop a few-dimensional barriers away from this godforsaken place, just call me if you need me if you need anything, understand?"
"Y-Yes, ma'am?" Kamijou twitched a bit, smiling in a grimace. The other four companions from the background could only smile and softly laugh at their de-facto leader's predicament and scolding from the shrine maiden.
"Good," Reimu nodded in the typical graceful lady-like fashion, appearing to have accepted the answer, glancing at Rika Kamijou and Satoko Hojo who gave a knowing smile, promising that they'll keep an eye on Touma as they know just how much of a hero complex he has.
And so, the three girls begin to head towards the eastern corridor as the others look at their fleeting backs.
"Well now, this is quite interesting," the Eighth Doctor replied with a curious look, noticing Touma Kamijou specifically. He looks at the Twelfth Doctor, saying. "I suppose that our plan regarding the boy is in full effect, I presume?"
"That and a lot of things had happened which would be far too long to list and it's spoiler territory that you wouldn't want to venture into," the Twelfth Doctor replied. "Now then, I believe that it's about time we do the specific rundown of events that could help us in this endeavor."
The long-awaited explanations begin in a summarized format. The Eighth Doctor was describing the last specific place that he ended up in which was him visiting Yusaku Kudo and Yukiko Kudo on their wedding night, which was noticed by Conan Edogawa who couldn't help but listened to the account of his parents. And then, the following events that were experienced by the Twelfth Doctor and the companions commence not long after, careful to not provide spoilers and just give a general rundown of events that all relates to Touma Kamijou and the girl dyed in red by the name of Sachiko Shinozaki.
"Hmm. This is quite concerning," the Eight Doctor replied, pondering the information that he had been given. "From what I can recall about Kamijou Touma's specific timeline, I've never heard of him meeting a girl by the name of Shinozaki Sachiko, which would of course lead me to believe that temporal events have happened for the timeline to change this much from my own perspective. And then, from what you all have told me, this event appears to not be isolated and is dragging peoples, places, and things from different universes and timelines here in an unnatural way. In fact, it's one of the reasons why I've detected this anomaly from my TARDIS as I could see and sense the unnaturalness of the timelines seemingly affecting every point they touch in a chronometrical scale of the meta-plates."
"All the more reason then for you and me to use both of our TARDISes to provide a beacon that would shine through this unnatural dimensional plane that is jumbling with parallel realms incompatible with each other," the Twelfth Doctor step to the side and pulled and monitor from the TARDIS main console for everyone to see. Red dot signals were present on the monitor which indicates the presence of multiple hostile and danger zones. "As you can already guess, each type of dimension is just as if not more hostile than the last. If we could rewire my TARDIS and your TARDIS, we could create sort of an artificial map that would help my companions track down any survivor that we can find, plus the need for ourselves to find a couple of clues that could help us figure out the jumbled history regarding our vengeful ghost."
"Yes, and that's what concerns me the most," the Eighth Doctor spoke grimly, glancing at Kamijou. "Tell me, Touma, what else can you recall about this relationship that you have had with Sachiko?"
All eyes were now looking at Kamijou whose face turn grim at the mention of the ghost dyed in red whose hauntingly cruel laughter never seems to leave him alone. In fact, there was a part of himself that blames himself for everything that is currently happening. If he hadn't forgotten her, none of this would have-
"Dear."
That one word from Rika Kamijou, his beloved wife, made him look at her, being given the "look" so to speak, telling him not to blame himself any more than needed.
"Sorry," Kamijou muttered softly. He turns towards the Eighth Doctor and explains. "As much as I can possibly recall, no different really from your average siblings. Sachiko considered me as an older brother figure and we spent time together in simple ways from playing across the streets to me helping Sachiko with her elementary homework. Eventually little by little, it evolved into something more, like a family even. I do all of the chores and help Sachiko's mother out whenever I can. Then whenever I have free time, I just keep a close eye on Sachiko. I usually just spend those days like that."
"Anything else that you can remember besides this," the Eighth Doctor asked, concerned as he notices the grave and haunted look on Touma's face. If the timelines have changed for the young man, the Eighth Doctor couldn't help but fear that Touma Kamijou had suffered worst than what his original history had dictated. What could have happened, he wondered? But he knew that he could not dare to trod upon the future. Too much of a risk, no matter how concerned he truly and genuinely was. After all, he had been keeping an eye on the boy ever since his last incarnation and he already ensured that the timeline of the boy is protected as it could ever be. But then there was this...
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Corpse Party Blood Covered OST - Chapter 4 Annex / Sad Theme 2 (Extended)
"...I..." Kamijou puts a hand to his head, massaging it as if it ached. The static of the radio was the only thing that his mind could comprehend at the moment. Memories are hazy as he felt the pressure of the timelines smashing around him. Images of Sachiko and him, having fun as always. But then...
Ksssssssssssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
"...!"
It happened again. This time, he was grimacing in pain. The Twelfth and Eighth Doctors, the four companions, Rika and Satoko begin to head immediately towards Kamijou, calling out for him, to no avail as all he could hear was static.
An image appears. He saw himself when he was younger. His appearance was that of an eleven-year-old oddly enough. All he saw was a darkened corridor and all he recalled at that time was just running...
And running...
And running...
And running...
And running...
"Onii-channnnnnnnnnnnnnn~"
He sees her. He sees Sachiko. But it was Sachiko as the vengeful ghost that he had just seen not a moment ago She was dyed in an unnatural red as much as the ragged clothing that she wore was stained with the symbol of crimson blood. It was likened to that of a rose in the garden that blooms in its proper time and season. However, the rose itself appears to have sharp prickling thorns within its stem that are sharp as a blade.
But what was happening here?
All he could see was blood all over the place. Dead bodies would he pass by as he continues to run for it. And these dead bodies...
"...!"
They were nine in number. Probably eight high school students and one teacher if he could tell from his point of view. And from among them, he...
"No..."
An echo was heard, both from himself from that time and within himself who was bearing witness to the sight of a vision that he wants to unsee. He sees Yuka Mochida lying down on the floor. Horror filled her delicate face and what appeared to be blood itself came from the gorged eye that could never be found.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
From the corner of Kamijou's eye, he sees a young man screaming in horror as he cradles the dead girl in his arms. Nothing but despair, nothing but himself to blame as he couldn't save her from her fate. But wait...Who was this?
The hazy thoughts appeared to be pointing at something. And he recalled a conversation that he and the others have had with Yuka before.
"Onii-chan? Do you have a brother around here somewhere?" Lelouch asked, concerned.
"I...I don't know?" Yuka spoke sadly. "We...We got separated the moment we and the rest of our friends had tumbled down this dark hole that was caused by some kind of earthquake. I was all alone when I ended up here."
"Tell me, Yuka-chan? What school did you go to?" Conan asked, curious and concerned, said question bugging his mind a bit as he would look towards her uniform.
"Umm...Kisaragi Academy...Why?" Yuka answered.
"And did you and your friends get here also because of that charm that Akaboji-neechan had once said?" Conan asked once again.
"Y-Yes," Yuka nodded. "Um...One of my friends said that we would perform the charm in order to stay as friends forever."
"Could it be...?" Kamijou muttered as he recalled the scene played out. In fact, the moment she brought up the school and her friends, it made him pay close attention to at least nine figures from within his line of thought.
Eight students, one teacher. A picture-perfect scene appears right in front of him. They all seem to be gathered together and were having casual conversations, with a few conversations feeling a bit sad as one of their own would transfer soon.
...No one escapes Heavenly Host...
Kamijou sees them forming a circle as they all performed a certain charm that made his eyes widen at each word that was being pronounced nine times in succession. But...Why did he feel that there was something...different...?
...No one escapes Heavenly Host...
And then, just as the paper dolls were ripped apart. Suddenly...
...No one escapes Heavenly Host...
Tremors slowly occurred little by little. A violent earthquake followed. It was an unnatural one that appeared to have punctured a hole in space-time. And they all were sucked into the never-ending black hole which leads to a very terrifying place...
And they can't get out...
And they will die...
But...
He sees a multitude of deaths for each of the nine. They all appear to have simultaneously happened, each by stage, each by the specific circumstance that was brutal and disturbing than the last, with Sachiko smiling, almost as if she knew every single move like a chess player who had been used to the opponent's movements as she has played this game so many times.
And then, he came along...
A wrench occurred. A paradox where he was traveling through both timelines. The "time-before" and the "time-after" life and death. His suspicions were accurate. He had been through Heavenly Host before during the time of the Test. He had already witnessed every bad end and knew the names of nine dead persons that he has and had ever encountered.
But then there was Sachiko...
One was dyed in red and she was someone that Kamijou had met, both now and in the past. But there was another Sachiko, and she was somewhere in Heavenly Host, wandering in an unknown dimension where she was kept locked away. This other Sachiko and the Sachiko dyed in red appeared to be connected. But why...?
"Why did you leave me?"
But he didn't leave her. Not by choice. Not by circumstance. He didn't leave the version of Satoko that had yet to commit all of those attrocities. He didn't leave the version of Satoko that had yet to be dyed in red and was still pure white. He ensured that things went right. He recalled trying to find something, anything that he could think of that had led to an event that would turn Sachiko Shinozaki into the murderous ghost that she is today.
And it all started by having been getting knocked out by someone...
A static was felt in his head...
"...Quite unfortunately for you, Kamijou Touma, you would soon forget the friend you made..."
A very familiar voice that belonged to the one man that Touma Kamijou had loathed more than anything. The man who had brought pain and misery to him in the worst ways possible. The man who was a contributing player to the excessive sufferings of Touma Kamijou.
He breaks. He tries to break. He is already broken. Time for the next step. Do it all over. Jumbled thoughts were the psyche of the mental condition could only hold so much. It made a shock that would allow for his memories to be rewritten. He felt history ripped off from the face of the map. He felt his efforts were futile and vain as it was stripped from him. He was this close to achieving a happy ending. After all, isn't that what Touma Kamijou does, no matter what part of the story he appears in?
But not this time...
And then, Touma Kamijou finally came too as he slowly but surely heard a few voices from his ears.
"-ma! Touma!"
Kamijou looks at everyone around him. It was obvious that they were worried about him and he couldn't blame them. He felt numb. He felt as if he could collapse as headaches like this occurred to him. Static radio was the only thing that he had heard between those times. Memories keep coming back to him slowly but surely. There was blood. There was gore. There was death. Various body parts hung through the darkened corridors as thousands and thousands of souls were wailing and howling in endless pain and he felt it all as if he took in all of the sufferings.
He looks at all of them, muttering. "Guys...We may have a problem..."
And here was why.
He explained to them. Every single detail. The significance of at least nine individuals that he had met, and that would include Yuka Mochida, the girl that he, the Twelfth Doctor, and his four other companions had encountered and who is currently roaming around the TARDIS alongside one other survivor (who in Kamijou's memories knew that she was supposed to have died terrible deaths in various endpoints) as they were escorted by Reimu Hakurei who was acting as a tour guide.
"We need to find them, all nine of them, they...they're important, in more ways than anyone can know. I...I saw them die...I saw how...I lived it..."
Everyone was attentively listening as Kamijou recounted the painful experiences of being trapped in the school that pronounces nothing of the name "Heavenly" but was rather "Hellish" instead. Each death of the nine, it triggered something. It was...It was kind of an unnatural anomaly by which each time they died, there seems to be a recurring unnatural loop that spreads across various timelines wherein the events seemingly played out in a short fashion. And then, he came along and disturbed the cycle, forming an unwitting paradox wherein he was an intruder out of the game, switching back and forth between a time of innocence and a time of vengeance, a time between the real world and a time between the realm of the never-ending death.
It felt like a twisted visual novel game for Touma Kamijou to navigate through. Each bad end was known to him. He dodges and strikes with his right hand. Explosions occur as drips of guts and entrails spread across the floor. In one instance, he was risking his life and doing battle against the dead Sachiko. In another instance, he was having fun with the living Sachiko. Two timelines, one unnatural switch. Something was making him hop back and forth for years and years without seemingly ending. He became a constant for Sachiko, the chain that binds her own sanity as the darkness of Nirvana itself possesses her in a very tight way.
He mentions the names of the nine individuals. He describes their appearance and personality. He describes the many countless deaths just before he became the next greatest play toy for the ghost in red to toy around with.
Both the Twelfth Doctor and the Eighth Doctor looked at each other, nodding at each other as they took the grave and disturbing information very seriously.
"We would have to find these people as we connect both of our TARDISes," the Twelfth Doctor said as he begins to encircle around the console, pressing a few buttons and lifting a few levers.
"Yes, and we can definitely try to trace the specific signals that we would need to find as much as we can sift through the fog, although I doubt that it would be so simple," the Eighth Doctor said as he does what the Twelfth Doctor does throughout the console.
"And I'm counting on that," the Twelfth Doctor replied with a confident smile.
Vworp Vworp Vworp
The cloister bells rang. As Kamijou's shoulders were being patted by his wife and one of his childhood friends, he and everyone else begin to witness something from the monitors. Static was heard as multiple types of signatures were seen in blips. Blue, red, and yellow in color. The dimensions themselves appeared to be classified as likened to a twisted multi-dimensional VRMMO setting.
"Alright, now we did it," the Eighth Doctor said with a smile.
"Touma, Shinichi, Kyon, Sota, Lelouch, listen and listen well," the Twelfth Doctor begins to take up the explanation as he begins to point at the map that begins to show up in a 3-D hologram. "Here are three colors. Blue ones are those that could classify as ones that inadvertently end up here. Red ones appear to be possible threats. Yellow ones represent other subjects and objects of interest. Now, I'm going to transfer these to all of your wristwatches in order for all of you to make use of them as a map for all of you to use as you begin your journey into the long dark of Heavenly Host. Be on your guard however as I fear that based on our recent encounter with the Lamia, there may be much more dangerous things that lie throughout the place as we try to find multiple survivors and search for any clues. Rika, Satoko-chan, you two would stay with me in the TARDIS as we try to navigate through the haze that is Heavenly Host and provide extractions. On the other end, my past self would come with the Jack of All Trades and Dhruv as they scour the area."
"Working with a past Doctor, sounds interesting enough," Dhruv the Friendly Indian Ghost smiled.
"Is that really a good idea though, Doctor?" Lelouch addressed the Twelfth Doctor, concerned at the prospect. "We are talking about your past self here. We don't want to cause an unnecessary paradox."
"Oh don't worry about me, Lelouch vi Britannia," the Eighth Doctor replied with a genuine smile as he patted the young man on the shoulder. "This is not my first rodeo of trying to prevent paradoxes as I'm usually the one who tries to prevent it. Since I'm here anyway, I want to help my future self out. Besides, I'm quite the adventurer at heart."
"That's what we're worried about," Kyon muttered softly.
"Plus I'm curious about my future self's absolute trust in all of you as I tend to notice, especially you, Shinichi," he looks at the young 7-year-old boy with a smile. "I never thought that I get to see the day when you are all grown up as last I recall, you were simply just a young baby boy when I first met you. Oh, how the times have changed and grown so fast..." he said the last part with a nostalgic tone which made Conan smile a bit.
"Now then," the Twelfth Doctor begins to press a few buttons. "Time to set our course and trace any possible signal we could get. Try and do this one at a time shall we gentlemen?"
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ALL LOVES BLAZING
And then, a few moments later...
Music appears to be heard from the background. The tune of a song begins to be heard and taken in by the sense of hearing. But this song was sung with a determination to fist...
Ikutsu no yami wo norikoeta nara
Hikari no sasu yoake no sora
Mirareru darō?
"Wait a minute? I recognized that tune. Doctor, zoom towards the signal closely and trace its coordinates," Lelouch asked, slowly recognizing the sound of the tune.
"Hibiki-chan?!" Kamijou exclaims in shock, recognizing that determined voice from anywhere.
Mune ni kizanda amata no omoi
Itami dake ja nai
Yakitsuita memoria
Somewhere in the vast distance, in the darkened corridors of one particular hall that look more like a twisted version of a gymnasium, with the towering support beams shaking as each punch was heard to echo to perform shockwaves of breezes that were knocking out the monstrous stick-like figures that were all gathering towards a couple of students and one particular person who was singing her heart out in song.
Nan no tame? Dare no tame?
Honnō wa nan to itteru?
Get to heart (Wowow)
Get to heart! (Wowow)
Ichigeki yo tagire
The one who is singing was a young woman with short light brown hair fastened with two red clips on either side of her head and orange eyes, wearing what appeared to be advanced armor accentuated in white, yellow, and light orange, not too bulky but appeared like a techno-dress that is worn by an idol who sings to her heart's content. And this was her song.
"Ah..." muttered one of the students, a young teenager wearing a sailor uniform who was in awe at what she and her friends were seeing.
Strong punches were seen, impacted upon the stick figures that were growling like rabid dogs as they tried to grab at the flying maiden in song, only for it to fail as multiple punches and kicks were employed by her, blasting them away and knocking them away from various directions. Some of them were hurled to the windows in fact, the sound of a crash was heard as shattering glass was heard and scattered across multiple directions.
Kikoeteru ka? (Burnin'!)
Kokoro (Burnin'!) tamashī (Burnin'!)
Kono uta…!
Mayoi naki kobushi ni omosa nado yadoranai
(Live now×2)
Sheer concentrated power was heard and felt as the dreaded abominations were hurled from one place to another. A dodge and a kick to the face from one stick figure as it was hurled at a group of stick figures. One other stick figure, with teeth as sharp as a lion, tried to take a bite at the singer, only to get punched with a mean right hook to the face that sends him blasting off of the sky and falling back to the ground in a bloody pulp.
Madada (Blazin'!) nigiru (Blazin'!)
Tsunagu (Blazin'!) kotae
Hontō no imi wo shiru tame ni
Tabiji wa tsudzuku kaze wa se wo osu
Afterward, the music stops. The armored singer finally has sung what she needed to sing as her voice suddenly turns silent, standing tall as her fists were raised in a combat style reminiscent of a martial arts stance. From the background, it appeared that all of the stick figure creatures that were all acting like ferocious zombies earlier now lay beaten up to a bloody pulp, lying on the ground, with some crawling and trying to hold on for dear life before finally succumbing to their grievous wounds.
The armored singer breathes in and out as she looks at the five students who were watching her. "Are all of you alright?"
"Y-Yes," the young girl in a sailor uniform replied with a hesitant nod, the same could be said for the rest of her fellow students who were nodding in amazement.
And then...
Vworp Vworp Vworp
The sound of ringing bells was heard. A familiar and welcomed one that made the spectators notice and bewildered, but for the armored singer, she smiled ever so brightly as part of her nature. For she of all people recognized the sound from anywhere.
A blue telephone box materializes little by little. And by the time the materialization was complete...
The doors opened, revealing a young man with spiky hair followed by four other people who were smiling as well.
"Touma!" the young armored singer—Hibiki Tachibana—smiled happily as she sees the young boy and his four best friends.
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【ARTERY VEIN】Confutatis no Inori (Full Version)【CP Blood Covered】【Eng Lyrics】
Incarnation(s)/Regeneration(s) of the Doctor:
The Twelfth Doctor - A: Peter Capaldi
The Eighth Doctor - A: Paul McGann
Main Companion Protagonists:
Touma Kamijou - VA: Atsushi Abe
Shinichi Kudo/Conan Edogawa/Night Baron - VA: Minami Takayama
Kyon - VA: Tomokazu Sugita
Sota Mizushino/Kamen Rider Decade - VA: Daiki Yamashita
Lelouch vi Britannia/Zero - VA: Jun Fukuyama
Main Love Interests:
Rika Kamijou (née Furude) (Past) - VA: Yukari Tamura
The Club Characters:
Satoko Hojo (Past) - VA: Mika Kanai
The Nine Characters:
Yuka Mochida - VA: Eri Kitamura
Main Enemy Characters:
Sachiko Shinozaki - VA: Ikue Ōtani
New Characters:
Hibiki Tachibana - VA: Aoi Yūki