Fictions Mentioned:
Episode 26
OP Song:
Adele - Skyfall (Lyric Video)
Insert Song: Start
Dies irae - Animation OST: Ewige Wiederkunft
PART 1
From two different points of view comes another point of view. From the viewpoint of Touma Kamijou, he was about to undergo an official operation to arrest the MERD soldiers that are stuck in his world, only to find traces of the work of The Enemy that had been discussed not too long ago and turned the manhunt upside down. From the viewpoint of Index, she finally reunited with two of her best friends, friends that she had when she was still undergoing the haze of memory losses.
Now comes another viewpoint. From one Misaki Shokuhou.
She was currently still sitting on the sofa, not moving an inch ever since she requested that she kept an eye on the daughter from another world, Hoshina Kamijou, who was her's and Kamijou's daughter from the world that was bleak and thick with a hopeless endeavor. A world that was bleak enough to the point of her alternate daughter fleeing to any kind of world and as far away from that world as she can possibly can.
How long had she been sitting like this? Well, it may have been about two hours from her perspective. Then again, time in this place is a little wonky. An hour here could mean more than a few seconds over outside.
While taking care of her alternate daughter, gently brushing her hair, and was lost in deep thought, she was getting a vibration from her cellphone which is mentally connected to her. She put the phone on silent mode most of the time for multiple reasons, many of which are for the sake of convenience and a part of her job. She takes her phone out of her pocket and presses a button.
"Yes?" she uttered.
"Shokuhou-san," a young girl's voice, one that Shokuhou recognized to be Ayu Mitsuari, was calling her from the phone. Her tone was grim and slightly hesitant, one that Shokuhou noticed as her eyes narrowed.
"What is it?" Shokuhou asked.
"I just want to inform you that Kamijou-san, Misaka-san, Shirai-san, and the others have...well, stumble upon entire platoons of MERD..." Mitsuari made a hesitant tone.
"Something tells me something had happened," Shokuhou said.
"...Yes," Mitsuari confirmed. "It would appear that something got to them first. From what Kamijou-san could get from the video footage from the headgear of one of their soldiers, it would appear to be Scarlet King-related unfortunately."
"The soldiers are dead, aren't they?" Shokuhou said as if it were a fact.
"More than just dead. Dismembered, brutalized, hacked from various body parts, some of them...stripped naked, almost every horrible thing that one can probably imagine to the human body. The soldiers never stood a chance," Mitsuari said.
"Has the video footage that Kamijou-san obtained tell us anything?" Shokuhou asked.
"There was a girl from the footage. No more than eight years old, a foreigner, probably American, wearing a white shirt, a pair of dark blue jeans, white socks, and brown shoes. What was noteworthy about her was the eyes," Mitsuari explained.
"What color?" Shokuhou asked.
"...Blood red," Mitsuari answered, making Shokuhou softly gasp in realization. "That's right. We're currently dealing with the handiwork of one of the Red King's servants."
"What type?" Shokuhou asked again.
"Elemental Parademon—Third Sphere—Rank: Prophet," Mitsuari answered.
Shokuhou became worried. A Prophet? That wasn't good if only because it is quite a powerful Elemental Parademon who is a disembodied spirit with no physical body, which makes it forced to possess people, and the favored meat suits would have to be children. Prophets were a sneaky type of lot, relying more on subterfuge and infiltration tactics than an all-out direct fight, one can never really know or be sure as to what their next move could be for those who don't know where to look. If a Prophet is here, then it would appear that The Enemy is making preparations by sending a herald in advance. And a Prophet had full command of entire legions of Third Sphere Elemental Parademons.
But why did it suddenly cause the massacre of the MERD soldiers? What was the angle of this Prophet? It made Shokuhou troubled for a bit.
"...Hold on," Shokuhou spoke softly. "If a Prophet is involved in these sudden turn of events, then I believe that the monster's planning something on a large scale."
"Sacrificing wicked souls?" Mitsuari said, having the same line of thought as Shokuhou. "That's my suspicion as well. Statistically speaking, the soul of a wicked man is quite valuable to use as a weapon. Imagine an accumulated number of them. Innocent souls aren't as valuable as wicked souls. I believe that this Prophet is taking advantage of the opportunity that presented itself."
"By killing all of the soldiers in that alleyway, or rather ones that could be verified to be a part of the casualty list," Shokuhou spoke in a cold tone. She has no absolute sympathy for these men who have more blood on their hands than anyone, especially after what she had seen from her alternate daughter's mind. "Killing the souls of wicked men, especially with blood on their hands, accompanied with a sense of despair and pain, make for a good sacrificial offering that can allow for dark magicks to be attracted like a magnet, making the barriers between worlds a bit thin for something or anything to come through."
"And this is one confirmed seal," Mitsuari said. "We don't really know how many have been opened at this point."
Souls can be used for a lot of things at the hands of those connected to the Scarlet King. There are different kinds of souls, found in different kinds of universes. Each one of them is like a uniquely charged battery. A single soul has a property to them. It could be used for various purposes. Some good, some grayish, and some not-so-good. And some are just terrible to imagine to the point where it is banned from being attempted to do so. The Prophet makes use of the latter.
"We're looking at a potential breach. A sudden massacre like this would only cause panic among most of the population of the city. Judgment is now keeping this hush-hush on a need-to-know basis," Mitsuari said.
"And what about Touma..." Shokuhou showed a worried expression.
"He's...busy with the children along with Misaka-san," Mitsuari smiled sadly. Shokuhou's expression turns to empathy. "They...They...aren't really taking what had happened too well..."
"I can only imagine..." Shokuhou's sober eyes turn to her alternate daughter, still resting like a log, as if she never had enough good night sleep. It only reminded Shokuhou of her daughter's experiences. She can still see the memories, the experiences, and everything else. She can see the...dead body of her alternate daughter's father, still lying on the cold-hearted floor. There was only a sad, trembling smile on his face. When she first saw this scene, it took everything she had not to cry. The face of her beloved prince lying down on the floor like that wasn't something that crossed her mind. Nor would she want it to.
"...Hmmm."
"...!"
Misaki Shokuhou would immediately notice the slowly awakening Hoshina Kamijou whose head was lying down upon her lap.
"Mitsuari-san, I'm going to have to call you back," Shokuhou said with a subtle tone.
"Alright," Mitsuari immediately understood.
Shokuhou lowered her phone and put it back in her pocket, seeing the delicate face of her daughter slowly waking up. Her eyes slowly open, revealing her similar starry pattern eyes. She was humming, sporting a grimaced expression. As soon as her eyes look at Shokuhou, those same eyes widened slightly. There was a soft gasp of breath that came out from Hoshina. Surprise, recognition, and other complicated feelings came through the forefront of her mind and heart. Hoshina tried to stand up with a grimaced expression, but Shokuhou, showing an expression of concern, put both of her hands on Hoshina's shoulders.
"No, don't," Shokuhou commanded the girl with a hint of worry. The former's gentle smile managed to make the latter unmoving. "Stay here and don't move, young lady. You need to rest."
Hoshina Kamijou looks at Shokuhou with a sign of fear and trembling, but not out of her own life but rather the fact that if her eyes weren't deceiving her, she was looking at her mother, only younger from the photo that she still had in her...bag...
"...W-"
"Where's your bag?" Shokuhou smiled sadly, somehow reassuring Hoshina to relax a bit. Shokuhou anticipated what Hoshina was about to say by drawing out a worn-out shoulder bag, an alternate variant of Shokuhou's bag, and presenting it to Hoshina, placing it just near to Hoshina's chest. Hoshina grabs it slowly while never taking her eyes off on Shokuhou.
Hoshina clutched the bag with all of her might, with trembling lips as she noticed the gentle hand that was patting and playing with her hair. And there was also that smile. Hoshina was afraid to even utter a word to this young woman who carried a great resemblance to her, or rather to her late mother.
Was she hallucinating? It was not possible that this was her! Misaki Shokuhou was...
Hoshina's line of thought would break upon recalling her predicament. Both her mother and her father are...dead... She...She slowly remembered everything...
"...Ahhh..."
There were silent tears forming in her eyes. Flashbacks to a specific memory not too long ago would enter upon Hoshina's mind. She remembered entering the gateway and exited to another world. But she felt something strange upon passing through. Perhaps the travel from one universe to another wasn't as stable and safe as she thought. Nevertheless, she recalls lying down on the cold floor of the alleyway. Something was odd about the weather. It wasn't snowing for instance, meaning that there are time and geographical differentials between where she was last at and where she eventually escapes too.
This must be it, Hoshina thought bitterly.
This was the safe haven that her papa had promised to bring to when all of this is over.
Meaning...
She must have been found by a younger version of her mother or possibly someone who looked like her mother in this universe somehow. What were the chances of that happening? She never thought much of it. And yet...
"...Ahhh...Ahhh...Ahhh..."
She was crying softly, slowly and vehemently, with her worn-out gloves clutching the handbag slowly and hesitantly making their way just near Shokuhou's light brown vest. Shokuhou's heart broke upon seeing her alternate daughter like this. A sign of sorrow and despair shrouded her alternate daughter. At this time, Shokuhou knew that Hoshina needed comfort after everything that she'd been through.
"...Ahhh...Mama...Ahhh...Mama..."
"Shh, shh, it's alright, it's alright," Shokuhou can only say as she gently grabs the alternate daughter's back and embraces the latter, patting her on the back. Shokuhou bit her lip, her expression was one of distraught. Shokuhou saw the vulnerable state that her alternate daughter was left from, the mental steel barrier breaking down and finally letting out everything that Hoshina had kept for so long since the start of her journey. That only contributed to the slowly lighted anger that Shokuhou was now nestling from the corner of her heart.
Needless to say, it took a while for Shokuhou to calm Hoshina down, albeit with great difficulty. Hoshina was still laying down on Shokuhou's lap after her, what she can say with a contrite manner, an embarrassingly unlady-like demeanor. Out of all the things that made how Hoshina would react to a younger Shokuhou, crying would be the more obvious one.
Not like she could be blamed for it. She had been trying to remain strong since her long journey from the simple farm of Kansas to that interdimensional gateway. And she had lost a lot. Afterward, Shokuhou had offered to share with her the former's own memories in order to be updated on the current situation. If it were anyone else, Hoshina would hesitate to even let her mind open just like that, and not without good reason as when one lives in a world dominated by a Kibara, you never know who you can trust at this point. But of course, Shokuhou herself is quite convincing. That and Shokuhou wasn't just anyone.
From the memories that Shokuhou shared, Hoshina was shocked. Events that this Shokuhou had experienced were far too different. From meeting...a version of her father from this reality who is alive and well (this one made her conflicted and contributed to yet another round of tears), to eventual recruitment to an organization that seals anomalies and protects the Multiverse, to seeing the stars themselves and travelling through them in a certain blue police box (the last one really made her raised an eyebrow). She wasn't shown everything of course due to Shokuhou figuring that she needed her daughter to remain calm and stable. She was already crying tears of sorrow, no need to add any more to the table. She was only shown a glimpse if one will, a general summary or an idea of what experiences that are important enough to be brought without jeopardizing others and for the sake of sensitivity.
Of course, Hoshina knew that her mother, if she was anything like her mother from the stories, had secrets that she cannot just tell, so she did not want to pry about it any more than necessary. As for the revelations via connecting their mental states and seeing all of the memories and experiences that are allowable to a certain point, Hoshina wasn't any more surprised by it in consideration of the multiverse theories that abounded in the scientific community even in her time, many of them which were familiar to Hoshina. She had to do her homework after all in consideration of her interdimensional field trip...that only had her crossing over to the other side. Alone. Not with her papa like what had been promised. She...failed...
"("No...don't think about it now...")" she thought, not wanting to think about what had recently happened before coming here.
"...I'm sorry," Hoshina said in a contrite manner, her eyes lowered, having at least gotten her bearings together.
"Whatever for?" Shokuhou smiled gently, still delicately touching Hoshina's black hair. "You have truly nothing to feel sorry for."
"It's just..." Hoshina was hesitant, her eyes turning left. She didn't really want to talk about her experiences of long ago.
"Shh," Shokuhou used her right index finger to shush Hoshina into saying anything that she'd rather not like. "You don't have to explain yourself. I know what happened. For now, you need to get some rest. You had quite the long journey."
"Did you...see them then...?" Hoshina asked Shokuhou, the former not being surprised that the latter had made use of her ability to find out how did she got here to Shokuhou's world and just who was she.
"I did," Shokuhou sadly nodded with a smile accompanying the feeling.
"But wait..." Hoshina's expression turns to concern. "How exactly did you find me?"
"I didn't," Shokuhou clarified. "An old friend of Kamijou-san's did. She transported your unconscious body straight here and gave us a general rundown of what had occurred. Of course, she didn't read your mind, due to her self-imposed rules and due to the fact that she recommended that I did it instead as I had more of a right to do so."
"...Ah, I see," Hoshina said softly. Her lips trembled at the mere mention of her father. "...And, Kamijou Touma, my papa, in this world of yours is a superhero named Captain Nippon..." She made scrunched eyebrows of disbelief.
"I know what you're thinking. Did Kamijou-san rip that particular title off from Sogiita Gunha? Hmmm," Shokuhou giggled at the thought. "Actually, no, he thought of that alias himself. Kamijou-san is a type of history buff you see. He was also a soldier once..."
"Eh? A soldier?" Hoshina asked, concerned.
"Yes," Shokuhou nodded. "He fought in many countless wars you know. One of them in particular I remember to be an intergalactic temporal conflict many years prior to meeting me. And even more so for others..." Shokuhou stopped right there and then, not wanting to explain further, only giving Hoshina a sad meaningful smile.
Hoshina didn't know why but there was something off about Shokuhou's smile. She dreaded to even think of what was behind that smile. It was sober and appeared to look from afar, as if it was something that she could not forget. Hoshina immediately realized of course that this
"(Sigh). ...So," Hoshina tried to speak, still not used to the fact that a version of her mother was here, alive and well.
"Hmm?"
"...Since I'm here..." Hoshina's expression turns to concern. "I would not be surprised that the people who are coming after me in my world would not stop coming after me."
"You're talking about MERD, correct?" Shokuhou showed a serious and cold expression that was directed somewhere else.
"Y-Yes," Hoshina became rather intimidated by the dark look that her younger mother was giving her. In fact, she had heard a lot of stories from her father that Misaki Shokuhou, otherwise known as Mental Out, can be quite a scary woman, especially when crossed or when it comes to her family. She supposed that even in this reality, that aspect of Misaki Shokuhou was still present. Her papa was right, she thought, mama is intimidating, if only in a sense that is common to both worlds.
"I would not worry about them too much if I were you, Hoshina-chan," Shokuhou gently brushed Hoshina's hair. "You're safe and sound here and now. And before you say anything about how I don't know everything about the terrible experiences that MERD had done in your world, I know more than enough, remember?" She said, using her right hand to point at her right temple. "Kamijou-san is already enroute to deal with those men just fine, along with Judgment of course."
"Judgment?" Hoshina's expression turns to concern.
"I know that your father back in your world had told stories regarding Judgment, correct? But let me tell you one thing, this is a different kind of Judgment," Shokuhou smiled meaningfully.
PART 2
The alleyways have been blockaded by multiple Judgment vehicles. Green and white holographic lines that showed the words 'CRIME SCENE DO NOT CROSS' were seen on repeat for everyone passing by to see. Young men and women, wearing Judgment armbands and protective equipment were gathered from one corner to another, marking the various crime scenes throughout the area. Cameras, sensors, scanners, you name it, all scattered and used, trying to replicate the various crime scenes as much as the machines were able to. Of course, they weren't perfect as the culprit seemed invisible, as if they were never there. Only its invisible influence remained. Many of the men and women couldn't help but feel a bit sick to the stomach, with many of those same individuals thanking their luck that they haven't eaten lunch or any type of snack.
Some of the more...decimated bodies were immediately transported on the ambulances owned and driven by fellow Judgment Officers toward the hospital in order for Heaven Canceller, a famous medical professional doctor in Academy City from multiple sides of the spectrum, to handle them for himself.
Somewhere from the skies, a Judgment Officer wearing a highly advanced endoskeleton armor with green-white coated armored plating and a Judgment symbol found on both sides of the shoulder was seen to descend down gently on the ground. Landing on the floor, he opened up his mask, revealing a young man with spiky black hair and sports a small beard on his chin.
His name is Ryouta Okahara.
Of course, people throughout Academy City would know about him by now based on the following circumstances. That bank robbery incident that was his past shame and the fact that he once wore the Extremis Armor and fought Touma Kamijou throughout the streets, resulting in a lot of damaged property, and with this event more or less became the main reason that Touma Kamijou became known throughout not just Academy City, but the entire world as a whole. Since then, he got drafted into Judgment as one part of community service and repayment to society for causing tremendous property damages. And of course, there was the latter part that people know him nowadays. A superhero called Impulse Down whenever he dons his suit of armor. And when it comes to the duties of a superhero and a Judgment Officer, Kamijou is the one to teach him the ropes, for which he was very grateful.
He took a few steps from the alleyway, already spotting numerous blood entrails and marks, including a sign that says "HAIL TO THE CRIMSON KING", and after exiting one part of the alleyway, his eyes spotted Kamijou who was with Konori, Yanagisako, Shirai, Misaka, and three other new people, the latter three being quite distraught and silent considering what had just occurred. Misaka was seen comforting her black-haired look-a-like, patting her on the head. There was a nun in strange clothing who was seated beside Misaka and the look-a-like. There was Kamijou leaning towards the side of his car along with a young man with chestnut brown hair who alongside the former was leaning with arms crossed, narrowing his eyes in deep thought. There were Konori, Yanagisako, and Shirai discussing about what had happened in the alleyways and what they had found out.
Okahara would recognize the latter three new people by now. From the following reports on the comms, it would appear that Kamijou had been dealing with a complicated family problem, one that consisted of three children from different parallel worlds from this one, two for one parallel world and one other from another parallel world.
"Hey, Kamijou, Chief, everyone," Okahara called out to Kamijou, the latter and everyone else taking notice of him.
"Ah, Ryouta-san," Konori nodded grimly, speaking in an approving tone. "It's good that you're available to assist at this time."
"Ryouta-san," Kamijou smiled sadly at his fellow comrade. "I can only assume that you've heard of what happened on the comms if you came all this way here."
"Yeah," Okahara nodded. "Work of the devil, literal in this case." He tilts his head at the young man with chestnut hair. "I've heard about the kids, as if we didn't get enough weird lately. Speaking of which, I'm guessing I got called in because Judgment needed a 'cape' in case there would be any more surprise attacks and unaccountable murder sprees."
"That and Hamazura called for me not too long ago, he said something about bringing Makoto and Angela, the two kids, with me and head towards the Foundation District," Kamijou said, pointing towards the boy with chestnut hair and the nun with black hair.
"Whatever for?" Okahara asked.
"Don't know, he didn't say, but he was oddly specific about who I'm to bring," Kamijou said along the lines.
"Well, I guess you better get to it then, Kamijou. I handle things from here in the meantime," Okahara smiled grimly. "...You know, to think that this happens in summer vacation of all times."
"I know the feeling, and so does Seria by the way since I'd figure that she would complain about it," Kamijou made a humorous smile.
"And I don't blame her one bit for feeling that, our jobs should give all of us a needed vacation at this point," Okahara made a humorous smile in turn.
"Maybe when after this is over, Okahara-kun," Konori smiled sadly.
"And even then, I wouldn't count on that one bit either," Yanagisako smiled sadly.
"Hey, boss, great to see you doing well after...well, everything."
"Same to you, Hamazura. Where's Haoyi and ITEM?"
"My partner is busy back in his world, said something about dealing with his personal entourage of girls in China. The girls are having a needed break after the incident that had happened back at the highway."
Touma Kamijou and Shiage Hamazura, two young men were fist-bumping, smiling grimly and having a pleasant familiar conversation. Shiage Hamazura was a young man with unruly blond hair and brown eyes, wearing a black business suit. Everything from his jacket, pants, underwear, ties, socks, and leather shoes was black except for his white dress shirt. Makoto and Angela were sporting curious and blinking expressions if only because they weren't used to a more...shall we say, a more badass-looking younger Hamazura, to summarize their general thoughts on the manner.
Makoto and Angela had seen a picture or a mention of Hamazura a few times over the years. It was either their late father, or their respective mothers, or some other people in their lives.
Currently, all of them were underground, somewhere in one of the special districts of the city that is a literal property of the SCP Foundation, an organization dedicated to containing dangerous anomalies and protecting the Multiverse from horrors everywhere, handling the worst threats that locals and powers can't handle on their own. In a large greyish building, the layout interior of the building was no different than a hospital for the sick and the infirm.
"Hamazura, these are my kids, Makoto and Angela," Kamijou introduced the two who were with him.
"Yeah, I've heard about that from the comms. It's been the general talk since the highway incident happened," Hamazura mused. "Got a question for you, boss. Have any of your kids given you the 'Boruto Treatment' yet?"
"..." Kamijou twitched a bit in grimace.
"...?" Makoto and Angela made confused expressions, not knowing what this 'Boruto Treatment' was about.
"...Umm, papa, what's the Boruto Treatment?" Angela asked, concerned.
"...Uhh," Kamijou made a hesitant expression, a part of him not wanting to explain the term. "Well...it's a catch-all term to mean children that have a very strained relationship with their parents which could mean many factors and reasons behind them.
"Huh, does that mean that I have this 'Boruto Treatment', old man?" Makoto raised an eyebrow, still recalling the admittedly embarrassing thing of letting rain fall from the sky, making thunder clap, and venting out his frustrations for his younger father to see.
"What? You? Oh, no, no, no," Kamijou waved his hand, reassuring Makoto. "You're much, much better than the namesake at the very least, and I couldn't help but feel a bit proud about it. In any case, why exactly did you call for us here, Hamazura?"
At this point, Kamijou and Hamazura, with the two Kamijou children following, were walking down the hallway.
"Well, Fordo and the Dominoes found something interesting in the Undertown District. Fordo traced the biodata signature of this particular person and confirmed that this person is from the same universe as two of your kids here," Hamazura explained.
"Wait what?!" the two Kamijou children hurried their footsteps in order to listen to the conversation further.
"What type of person are we dealing with here? Name? Description? Gender?" Kamijou asked.
"...Well, she's your wife, boss," Hamazura smiled humorously.
Kamijou stopped in his tracks the moment the word 'wife' was heard. The two Kamijou children widened their eyes at the sudden revelation, gasping their breaths. Kamijou's expression turns to worry and concern.
"The eggheads manage to verify the matches, make comparisons, and found an identical match in our world. The person's name is Itsuwa. In our world, she's a young Japanese girl that seems to be about the same age as you, boss. She works for the Amakusa-Style Remix of Church, a Christian sect based in good old Japan. The sect remained a secretive organization for the most part, with its most well-known member being Kanzaki Kaori, a Saint and a person who was the best friend of Index Librorum Prohibitorum. Quite shy of a person from what I've heard...which is a far cry from what had recently happened in the patient room..."
"Wait, how bad are we talking here?" Kamijou asked, concerned. The same expressions were present in the two Kamijou children.
"She knocked out the innocent doctors who were trying their best to attend to her," Hamazura smiled with humor. "It took an MTF to restrain her and knock her out with a calming sedative. It was a rather good thing that we confiscated her spear and equipment before that little incident happened."
At this point, the Kamijous all made a common grimaced expression.
"...But wait, how is this possible...?" Angela muttered softly, worried.
"Angela?" Kamijou asked.
"Aunt Itsuwa shouldn't be here..." Angela said with concern.
"Why, Angela? What's wrong?" Kamijou asked, concerned. Hamazura also showed a look of concern, noting the reaction.
"...Because she's dead, papa," Angela said slowly. "The Magic God, the one who brought terror to our world, killed her...and everyone else...By the end of the first day of The Magic God's terror, there was no member of the Amakusa left alive..."
There was a dreadful silence that reigned throughout the hallway. Right, there was that little conundrum, Kamijou thought to himself. Kamijou narrowed his eyes a bit, thoughtful of being reminded of the grim tale that Angela had spoken about regarding her world.
"...Could it be that the time travel spell that you all managed to make did something odd, like bringing in people from a precise point in the past and zapping them away before their untimely deaths?" Kamijou asked.
"...Now that you mention it, papa, it is possible, especially taking into account the spell being corrupted," Angela became thoughtful.
"So I guess you'll have to deal with your wives somehow coming out of the woodwork, huh," Hamazura said with a empathetic smile. "Although considering your kids' reaction to the fact that you're still alive, I can only imagine how the wives would react when they see you, boss. It might turn...messy..."
"That's honestly what I'm concerned about," Kamijou spoke grimly.
Insert Song: End
ED Song:
Terminator Salvation - Break The Silence (Soundtrack)
Main Companion Protagonists:
Touma Kamijou - VA: Atsushi Abe
Main Heroine Characters:
Misaki Shokuhou - VA: Azumi Asakura
New Characters:
Ryouta Okahara/Impulse Down - VA: Takashi Ōhara
