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Episode 4

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Adele - Skyfall (Lyric Video)

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Dies irae: The Animation 『Walhall(Piano)』

Multiverse: KK 2004 Multiverse

Universe: ACMI Universe-Prime

Back at ACMI Universe-Prime...

The urban roads of Academy City were all buzzing with the sound of modern automobiles. Life continued for many of the residents of the city of science. Many students were wearing casual clothing in light of the fact that summer vacation had recently just started.

Index, wearing a safety helmet that managed to fit her and accommodate her hood, accompanied by safety goggles worn for the purpose of protecting her eyes, and a pair of safety gloves worn by both hands that were currently placed on Touma Kamijou's lap as she begins to see the sights of the city with her own emerald eyes.

She was currently riding on a hoverboard alongside Touma Kamijou who was driving through the streets of District 7 at minimum speed, accommodating local traffic laws. She was seeing students from different levels such as elementary school, middle school, high school, and university all walking side by side, many of whom would take notice of the spiky-haired driver with interest and familiarity. For they may not know the true identity of the spiky-haired hero, but they know just who he is. For he is the local superhero of Academy City whose first battle from the last month of June was still fresh in the minds of many individuals. And since then, many incidents and cases had taken place, all of which were dealt with by Touma Kamijou and the friends and allies that he made along the way.

Index was smiling as she sees the wondrous sights of the city. But some feelings from her heart seem to be happy as well as something else entirely. The fact that some part of her was happy that she gets to spend some time with Touma Kamijou who was concentrated on the road.

Yes, there was a sense of admiration that came from the accomplishments that Kamijou had been known for in the past month of June up to the present month of July. Rumors, mysteries, and urban legends surrounding him were disseminated in ways that were both small and great. But it wasn't just that, but something else that made her feel a manner of déjà vu — the fascinating and strange experience where you feel that something is very familiar but you also know that this feeling of familiarity should not be as strong as it is.

Who is Touma Kamijou?

The question that she keeps pondering for quite some time now.

After a few turns, they would eventually stop by a certain flower shop just a few clicks nearby the famous School Garden where prestigious schools like Tokiwadai are located.

Fensalir's Nordic Wonders.

Own by none other than Frida Fensalir. Or as people in the know would call her: Magic God Othinus. Once, she was a Magic God capable of great power, and the potential to wield that power was enacted in ways that were carried out with a goal-driven purpose that had now gone debunked as of the present day thanks to the efforts of a Touma Kamijou from an alternative mainline narrative whose legacy would still inspire the Touma Kamijou of the present day.

One of the things that Touma Kamijou had contemplated about since meeting Frida Fensalir was the fact that little by little, he begins to think deeply about the man that he originally was meant to be and how his life had originally played out. Many opinions surround the young man known as Touma Kamijou.

Some would say that he was a hero. Some would say that he was just simply passing through and nothing else. Some would say that he is just an ordinary high school boy who is trying to get by in life and aside from saving people was having a hard time with his lessons at school and other concerns for a student like him in particular.

Little by little, like puzzle pieces that are to be fit into a complicated jigsaw puzzle, he could get hints of what he was like from someone who had lived long enough to bear witness to it.

They stopped by the road, with Index looking at the flower shop in awe based on the many types of flowers that were presently displayed from the front windows. Many of these flowers were delivered through various legal services throughout the world. The connections that came forth from it are both legal and a mystery at the same time. But for Kamijou, he knows that GREMLIN, Othinus' organization that was now under the de facto leadership of her second-in-command, Marian Slingeneyer, and still reported to Othinus for anything that goes about throughout the world as her hidden eyes and ears, and would be one beneficial factor that made Fensalir's Nordic Wonders one booming international business that connects Academy City through every corner overseas.

"Well, this is the place," Kamijou said with a smile. He turns towards Index. "Shall we head inside?"

Index nodded. And so, they both hop out of the hoverboard, with Kamijou tapping it to detransform it back into a cube that Kamijou would catch with his right hand and place within his bigger-on-the-inside pockets.

They would begin to step inside. A wind chime from above the front door would be heard to perform different heights of soothing melody, with the bell attached to the front door producing harmonious sound effects.

"?"

Touma Kamijou and Index would stop just as they were a few meters from the door, sporting surprised expressions. For they would see a young 20-year-old adult woman with 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 high quality, stylish grey apron, and gloves.

She was currently staring at them, surprise was found in her features as she looks straight at Index. Index in turn would look back at Othinus, and feelings of déjà vu that were soaring from within her heart.

There was nothing but silence between the three. Othinus in turn was trembling, with a smile of joy being seen on her face, showing gladness at once again seeing her old friend from long ago, even though for Index, this was the very first time they have truly met specifically in this case. Othinus would in turn remove the gloves from her hands and put them on the counter. Then she would head towards Index's location and kneel towards her. And then...

"Eh?"

...She embraces Index in a gentle manner, surprise featured on the latter's face. Kamijou in turn was watching with interest and surprise as he had rarely seen Othinus like this except during the times when he recalled two Tokiwadai girls that he know encountering the Magic God. This in turn would already confirm his suspicions that the young nun known as Index Librorum Prohibitorum has an intimate connection with his own future the same as said two Tokiwadai girls.

"I'm sorry," Othinus apologize with a smile, looking directly at Index's face, with both hands being placed on the nun's shoulders. "It's just...It's just...It's really good to see you." But Othinus couldn't continue on because she was trembling with joy. Index in turn was quite confused, bewildered at this sudden reaction, and yet oddly felt right for some reason.

"Meow."

Both Index and Othinus would turn towards the counter, seeing what appeared to be a calico cat, a small kitten, and as such is small and can be easily carried around by practically anyone. Like cats of its breed, is covered with patches of brown and black fur covering its white coat. Yellow-green eyes were seen and sported a red collar around its neck.

What...?

Index would stare at the cat with emerald eyes widened, feeling something fuzzy and warm for some mysterious reason. Othinus would smile, letting Index go for a few moments in order to get the cat from the counter. She would gently grab it and head towards Index who would offer the cat to her.

"Here, hold this cat," she offered Index the cat.

Index, feeling something strange, didn't seem to hesitate for one second on gently grabbing the cat who would purr as it gets embraced by Index whose emerald eyes would seem to prickle some tears and her mouth trembling.

"Meow."

And then, Index would suddenly begin to softly utter a name. More like, she blurted the name out without even thinking, as if it was her mind and heart telling her what to do at that given moment.

"Sphynx."

"Meow."

Index didn't know why, but she felt something fuzzy, resembling someone who seem to have found her long lost cat and he is now rightly fully in the hands of his owner whose shoulders and entire body were subtly trembling, bewildered as to why and how was did she even know the cat's name, but more importantly why and how was she even acting this way.

"Index," Kamijou softly muttered, as he couldn't help but take note of this sudden reaction. He would turn towards Othinus, seeing her genuine smile and her eyes turning towards him with a meaningful look, telling him something that seems quite obvious in hindsight. "Oh," he muttered as he looks back at Index who was crying and embracing the cat, likened to that of an owner who was reunited with her long-lost beloved pet.

Tokiwadai.

Considered one of, if not the best premier school. Once, it was only known for its middle school branch and department. Now, there was the most recent high school branch and department for first years, and even plans for a university department sometime soon.

In one of the classrooms of the middle school building consisting of many hallways and other places of interest, there was a man with bald head features, smiling in turn, somewhere between the late 80s to early to mid-90s who is seated on a modified wheelchair with "X" wheels, wearing a light grey business suit which would consist of a grey jacket and pants, white dress shirt and tie, black socks and black shoes.

He was currently seen discussing with the class of Level 3 and 4 students, all of them who were young ladies that are considered throughout the outside world as 'ojou-sama', referring to their status of high class and wealth. But among the young ladies were two Level 5 espers of Academy City, Mikoto Misaka and Misaki Shokuhou, who were listening with full attentiveness to the discussion, both of whom were quite familiar with the bald man. The discussion itself was about the principles of morality and ethics with regards to the subject of espers, and the gift of power and responsibility, with many among the high-class ladies thoroughly immersed in the topic and were jotting down notes with great care and attentiveness.

"When an individual acquires great power, the use or misuse of that power is everything. Will it be for the greater good or will it be used for personal or for destructive ends? Now, this is a question that we must all ask ourselves. Why? Because every one of us is given great power and great responsibility in every second of our daily life."

The man discussing this was known as Professor Charles Xavier. To many people of Tokiwadai, he was the new instructor that was assigned to Tokiwadai a few months ago, having overseen the progress and education of the students alongside one other new instructor who was currently not here at the moment.

But to people like Misaka and Shokuhou, they would know him as Professor X, the founder, and leader of a team of superheroes distinguishable from that of espers whose main base of operations is from another alternative Earth from their own that is called MV Earth-616. The X-Men.

"Let me tell you all a short story. Once after he was elected as the President of South Africa, Nelson Mandela was having lunch along with his security guards at a restaurant. Everyone placed their orders and were chatting while waiting for their food. At that moment, he spotted a man sitting right across his table, also waiting for his food. He told his guards to ask that man to join them for lunch. The person agreed and joined them but sat quietly the whole time. After some waiting, their food arrived, and everyone relished the delicious meal. The man was starting to eat, but his hands were trembling. Without uttering a word, he quietly ate his food and left. Everyone could sense something odd, so after he left, his guards guessed that he might have been ill because he was trembling so badly. To this, Nelson Mandela shook his head and said that he knew that man. He was the jailor of the prison where Mandela was imprisoned. And that he gave him a very hard time while he was in the prison, subjugating him to all kinds of torture. But then, things were different, as Nelson Mandela had become the President. So, when he invited him over to join them for lunch, the man thought that Mandela might seek revenge and behave the same way he did. But Mandela did no such thing. Did you all know what he said?"

The Professor asked the young ladies, many of whom were shaking their heads- as they were mesmerized and intrigued by the story, to which the Professor could only oblige to answer with a smile.

"He said 'Now I have power, I can do whatever I want but I will not do the same thing as he did because it is not in my character. I am a responsible man and I have to build a nation of tolerance.'"

"Aah!"

Many of the young ladies would clap, intrigued at the answer with smiles on their faces.

"And that my young ladies is one fine example from a man with no actual powers. But what about one who had power? And that is where you all come in. And this is a lesson that you would all need to ponder. Why? Because you are espers. And this however presents a particular problem. When is it acceptable to use our power and when do we cross that invisible line that turns us into tyrants over our fellow man?"

"Ah, but Professor," Shokuhou conjectured with a subtle knowing smile. "Albert Einstein, a German-born theoretical physicist, and widely acknowledged to be one of the greatest and most influential physicists of all time, had once said that ethics are an exclusively human concern without any superhuman authority behind it."

"Ah but Shokuhou-kun, Albert Einstein wasn't an esper," Professor X would say with a subtle knowing smile of his own. Then he added a subtle joke. "At least...so far as we know."

"Ehehehehehehehehehehe."

Most of everyone in the class was giggling softly at the inside joke. Mikoto Misaka in turn would glance towards Misaki Shokuhou who was seated right beside her, the former sporting a humorous smile, shaking her head as she seem to be well aware of the inside joke.

"Now this case study was sent to me by someone who is considered to be the foremost medical expert in the world, and he is one of my old friend's colleagues. Some of you would know him as Heaven Canceller," Professor X would say, grabbing a remote from the nearby desk and turning on the television set that was located on the front left side of the classroom.

What was shown on the screen was a bald-headed man with remaining grey hair, wearing his usual doctor's outfit and coat, appearing slightly plump. There was a hospital bed not far from here which was showing a comatose man who was resting silently, with the equipment being the only thing that was keeping him alive.

"The man you see here was born with no higher-level brain functions. His organs and nervous system work, but he has no consciousness to speak of."

Then, Professor X would pause the video and continue the discussion.

"Now what if we were to transfer the consciousness of one person, say a father of four with terminal cancer, into the body of this man? How are we to decide what falls within the range of ethical behavior and what falls within the range of saving the life of one person? And that my young ladies would be your assignment for this day for you to think carefully."

The school bell would begin to be heard from the sound system, with the young girls listening to the discussion growing from disappointment as they were still eager to learn more. They would all naturally stand up from their seats and would begin to casually discuss the latest lesson that Professor X had imparted to them.

"Just what the hell was with that inside joke, Shokuhou?" Misaka would ask with a smirk as she would walk alongside Shokuhou and Professor X.

"Whatever do you mean, Misaka-san?" Shokuhou smirked confidently.

"Oh, you know exactly what I mean. Considering the fact that the discussion in class seems to draw heavily from personal experiences," Misaka pointed out.

"But is it not true, Misaka-san?" Shokuhou would show a smile that would both be serious and humorous. "My power is known as Mental Out, and it has far more applications and implications than just simple mind control. Remember, in theory, I can basically control all types of moisture and fluids, and the scariest thing about that is that they could apply to nearly anything. The fresh air that we breathe in, the sweat of our skin, the blood and temperature from our bodies, that and many more I could do with or without the press of my remote. The power that I wield is something that I find to take pride in or something that I sincerely hate due to how it is used and how much some part of me fears it."

"And that my dear was the main purpose behind the discussion of what we must learn from regarding the nature of one's powers," Professor X would say with a smile, using the joystick to drive the wheelchair. "We all have to keep in mind that our great power is something that is not to be misused for our own devices, but rather to build up and become better for our fellow man. And I would speak from a multitude of experiences from past battles that dealt with beings of such great power."

Misaka and Shokuhou were greatly aware of such things of course. For this was the man that had fought and experienced a multitude of battles that ranged from powerful mutants of his caliber to threats that would try to extinguish the flames of human life as they knew it to literal abominations that one need not be seen at the light of day.

"In any case, Misaka-kun, I was informed by Eric that your training seems to be going well. The scoreboard would appear to be about 90% and counting," Professor X smiled.

"Oh really now," Misaka smirked. "Well, I guess I'm still gonna have to show that old man that I'm still not giving up with a perfect score."

"And I would applaud your efforts for improvement," Professor X said with a smile.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

"?"

The three individuals from the empty hallway would take notice of a beeping sound. And it was coming from the pockets of Misaka's skirt. Misaka would begin to get her Gekota cellphone, seeing the contact number from the phone.

"Eh? Kamijou?" Misaka uttered softly in concern and intrigue, glancing at Shokuhou who sported the same expression as she would also see the name of a certain spiky-haired boy who seem to be calling them.

Misaka would begin to turn on the phone and place it in her hand, speaking. "Hey, you. What made you call?"

"Misaka-san, can you and Shokuhou-san please come by Fensalir's Nordic Wonders? Fensalir-san's calling for the both of you to be here as it seems quite important."

"Alright, we'll be there," Misaka nodded.

"Thanks," Kamijou said.

Then the call hangs up, with Misaka pulling her phone away from her ear and looking towards Shokuhou.

"What did Kamijou-san say?" asked Shokuhou.

"It seems that he's asking us to head towards Fensalir-san's flower shop because the said owner is calling us for something important," Misaka explained.

"Then I would suggest that you would heed the call, young ladies," Professor X suggested with a smile. "If Lady Othinus is requesting for you both at this hour, then the situation would appear to be quite serious indeed."

"(Sigh). Say...Esther?"

"Yes, Yuri?"

There was a young albino teenager, whose skin was pale, has moppy white hair, and red eyes that would be depending on the mood would stare at you like a dangerous predator cornering his prey or someone who seem to look mostly bored as all hell, was wearing a white shirt with V grey patterns, dark blue pants, and black shoes. He was carrying a plastic bag that carried canned black coffee, his favorite drink, and was walking alongside a young beautiful Jewish woman with blonde hair and green eyes, wearing a black cloak over a sleeveless white blouse, which is open on the back, with a red skirt under a large belt. She wears two black ribbons on her temples. Her forearms are covered in bandages and she wears gloves. She wears black thigh-high socks supported garter belt, her legs have leather straps, and her ankles are bound with metal rings.

They were currently walking on a sidewalk, with students and adults passing through and going about their daily business.

The young teenager was known to be the #1 Level 5 Esper of Academy City.

Accelerator.

But as of now, that title could just go to the dirt and shove it for all he cared. He just couldn't care any less about the kind of title that he has and wanted nothing more to do with it. Since it was of course the same title that made him choose a choice that was going to be the single most greatest mistake of his life that in another life might have been forced to live through it and try to move forward, but was honestly spared from such a fate this time.

He didn't know whether to be thankful or just bitter about everything that had happened over the past few weeks. And it all relates to a project that he had inadvertently participated in by nothing but his own personal choice.

Radio Noise Project.

It basically consisted of a series of experiments that dealt with the clones of Mikoto Misaka, the #3 Level 5 Esper of Academy City. Originally, the clones were bred for military purposes. But then, they became the quote on quote 'guinea pigs' for him to lead to the slaughter. And slaughter them he did. And he gave them one hell of a night for every single time something like that occurred for the past two years and counting. The first kill was a total accident on his part since the clone who tried to shoot him would have the bullet on her gun automatically reflected back at her. And that was the moment when the nightmare unfortunately started. All with one simple accident.

Because of this, every form of how to kill a human being that he could think of through the use of his power was enacted in about a dozen or so different ways. Ripping a leg off here, smashing a body there, making the insides explode and whose guts spill throughout the floor. Honestly, looking back on all of that would make him sick to his stomach after everything that had been laid out to him brick by brick.

But there wasn't a showdown. There wasn't some climactic fight where a hero suddenly swooped in to save the day in order to put a stop to the twisted experiment. No, it just had to be literal jackass talking. Just talking. Hanging out with someone that he had barely known which then somehow blossom into a genuine friendship.

Touma Kamijou.

The young man, or should he say, old man, who leads him out of the darkness little by little.

It was just one certain random encounter from the convenience store. He had just finished dealing with another experiment and was about to get some coffee in order to get a 'fucking break' from it all as he called it. Then suddenly, Touma Kamijou suddenly drops out of nowhere and was just passing by, walking through the same convenience store as he was and was about to get the black coffee that he would eventually take considering that it was the last can on the shelf.

But then, he noticed him. And he just gave the coffee to him and tell him that it was alright and that he could look for other stores nearby for any sign of the coffee can, if there are any.

Just like that. A simple random encounter that became something more as the months to years went by. Even now, it still bugs him to no end.

If there was a God out there, and after everything that he had been shown and seen, he'd damn believe that there actually was, then he just has a twisted sense of humor for him to meet the guy who stopped him from doing what he had done for the past two years.

By doing nothing except talking.

Talked to him about the value of life, even the subject of whether or not a clone was honestly human. His answer was swift sometimes. They weren't. At least to him.

If they were, then why were they so lifeless and doll-like, the fact that they always seem to be no less than mere drone soldiers who follow orders to the letter even to the point of death? If they were human, then why weren't they scared of anything? If they were human, then why the hell were they not even reacting to one single thing that he did to them? Show him that they were angry at him, do something, anything, just give him a sign that they were far more than just the guinea pigs that the stupid adults would have him believe since even he was smart enough not to trust them and their shady ideas.

But Kamijou only gave a simple answer to all of that retorts.

"How could you know?"

And it was that one question that made him question his entire life's choices. It seems like a simple question enough. All of the signs and so-called scientific data point to the fact that the clones weren't necessarily alive which would give him enough of a clear conscience to do what needed to be done. But then, he had to reevaluate the whole situation.

The blood that was spilled. The lives that were seemingly lost. Everything that leads him to make the decision to become Level 6 in order for no one to ever have the nerve to take him on again. But there was another secret wish that he had long forgotten. He just wanted to be left alone and stop hurting people with his powers. He just wanted something more. Something that he would just lie down from and be content with for the rest of his days.

And so, little by little, his determination to make the clones suffer would falter, and for some reason, he'd see it. It was subtle, but it was close enough for him. The one clone that would make him hesitate for good.

"...Help me. Help me. Help...me...!"

The one who uttered it softly was a clone. But this clone was crying. She was pleading. She was asking for help. One that one faithful night. On that night that was as cool as any other as the moonlight would shine brightly on that day. And that was the moment when he suddenly stepped back and kneeled down, nothing wanting to fight the poor girl who was scared out of her wits. And he recalls his hands shaking, the guilt within him was strong, and the many time that he cackled in mere laughter that was likened to a broken hyena that was only used for simple posturing and intimidation, were nothing but excuses at this point for the massacres to finally stop.

There was no battle. There was no hero saving the day. There was only just him having actual self-realization and self-reflection of the things that he had done. And standing tall was none other than Touma Kamijou who had come without any of his armor, followed by what appeared to be men in T-shaped visors who were carrying weapons that he had never seen before in his life.

There were many of these soldiers, counting about one hundred and possibly more as they surround the area, seeing the Sisters themselves completely taken by surprise at these men who suddenly came out of nowhere. Hell, from somewhere around the corner, he thought that he saw the Railgun also looking in shock at the scene before her. Then came the sound of command from none other than Touma Kamijou who ordered the men to take their helmets off.

"Men, take off your helmets!" Kamijou commanded.

And low and behold, he saw it. The soldiers were all completely identical. Twins were out of the question at that point as there were far too many similar faces to even begin to count. They were clones.

And just like that, the experiment was just done and over with. And Accelerator allowed himself to be brought into custody. No need for any handcuffs.

And since then, so much had changed within the past month. The time stretched from the month of June up to now.

One of those people that he would eventually encounter after the project was none other than a certain necromancer who was now walking side-by-side with him. You could say that her personality was the complete opposite of him and yet would seem to carry a similar burden of not wanting her powers as much as he did, deeming it as a curse.

Esther Rosenthal.

She came from a family of necromancers whose entire line was dedicated to one single purpose. For over 400 years and 23 generations, the Rosenthal had developed necromantic techniques in order to create the perfect golem, one with a perfect soul and perfect body—a god.

And said incident in relation to that would probably still be talked about as one of those moments where everyone's favorite local spiky-haired hero would swoop in and save the day, or at least that was the official cover story behind it all since Accelerator was one of the few that were involved in this incident because of the involvement of the Sisters once again in this admittedly diabolical scheme of overturning death itself and the twisted notion and ascension of godhood.

And now, he was simply walking alongside this woman who had no place to go except stay nearby an apartment that he was currently living in, belonging to a woman by the name of Aiho Yomikawa who decided to adopt him as his guardian and his probation officer. But she, unfortunately (or fortunately as he refuses to admit it and would rather fucking die as he put it), wasn't the only one who was keeping a close eye on him.

There was another one who was out-of-town, an old man who seem to age slow enough to look like a young and fit 30-something-year-old adult whose stature was quite short, giving him a 5.3 ft., with black ducktail haircut style and a mutton chop sideburns look that incorporates essentially the entire beard, blue eyes that were war-weary and were that of an alpha wolf that had experienced so much pain and suffering than even Accelerator's lifetime, and Caucasian from appearance and skin.

Normally, he wears a brown jacket, grey T-shirt, with a dog tag necklace, jeans, and a belt. But when on duty, he wears the classic yellow and dark blue sleeveless uniform with a mask covering most of his face, while also wearing dark blue gloves and boots.

He goes by the name of James Howlett. People would call him Logan. But for many people who would see him in action, he was known as the Wolverine. And this man tends to check up on Accelerator as part of his newly assigned duty as his parole officer as a favor from an old professor who teaches at Tokiwadai Middle School. That and Logan would be reminded a little too much of Accelerator in his younger years and so decided to keep a close eye on him.

Aside from Logan and Yomikawa, there were other people who would live in said apartment. Esther was a given and she was what many would consider being one of the closest people to him in a way that even made Accelerator raise an eyebrow because of the fact that she wasn't afraid of him in the slightest. Oh, she may be naive in certain places, but she knows who he is and what he has done. And yet despite such reasonings, she still sticks by him closely. What she sees in him really is something of a mystery that even Accelerator would shake his head at. Then there was Aiho Yoshikawa, a scientist and researcher who was connected in some way with Project Radio Noise and one of the moles that decided to put a stop to it and since then became another guardian to look after Accelerator.

There were also two clones of Mikoto Misaka that would stay with him as well. There was the younger one who is considered to be the center of the Misaka Network whose name is Last Order and there was the older one who is considered an outlet for the negative feelings of the entire network and is part of the so-called Third Season whose name is Misaka Worst.

And then there was another one who he was assigned with in order to learn a thing or two about something called magic.

Qliphoth Puzzle 545.

An artificial demon whose original purpose was to be a weapon to a certain board chairman. But it was futile for someone had stolen her when no one was noticing and decided to drop her on his lap in order for him to sit down, shut up, and learn.

Even now, he still tries to wrap his head around such a concept of magic given that esper powers were the only things that he knew about the world. But then he guessed that it was also another crafted lie that the adults from on high or from some windowless building would decide to pull to which he would honestly not be surprised at this point.

Something about the Archetype Controller, a dangerous type of ability that could manipulate Jungian archetypes of psychology, being able to implant them in people's minds and/or destroy them.

Jungian archetypes are defined as universal, primal symbols and images that derive from the collective unconscious. They are the psychic counterpart of instinct. It is described as a kind of innate unspecific knowledge, derived from the sum total of human history, which prefigures and directs conscious behavior. They are underlying base forms, or the archetypes-as-such, from which emerge images and motifs such as the mother, the child, the trickster, and the flood among others. History, culture, and personal context shape these manifest representations thereby giving them their specific content. These images and motifs are more precisely called archetypal images. However, it is common for the term archetype to be used interchangeably to refer to both the base archetypes-as-such and the culturally specific archetypal images.

These are traits common for Archetype Controller to manipulate freely to the discretion of the user. And it would subtly explain the current state of the world, the so-called divide between magic and science which was nothing short but based on a subtle lie and manipulation behind the scenes as all part of a certain plan. Said plan however seems to have gone off the rails at this point with seemingly new obstacles and players introducing themselves to the board and things suddenly keep happening all at once that were becoming too hard to track.

When thinking about the realization that the freedom of thought of practically everyone who lived in the city, including his own, might have been tampered with just pisses him off to no end. The only consolation that he could feel right now is that the plan is over and done with at this point because new factors that are unaccounted for kept coming in and out for some shitty reason or another.

Normally this wouldn't be a problem for the man of the Silver Star who started it all in the first place that began all the way back through the late 40s, but then came the events, the proofs that were shown, the powerful nigh-omnipotent civilizations that vastly outnumber the very stars of the universe, the potential dangers that lurk on the horizon, the offer that not even he could refuse, and the one man that even he wouldn't even piss off if he knew what's good for him based on reputation, intimidation factor, and practice.

And right now, the Accelerator had already cast his name aside, deciding to take another name in its place.

Yuri Suzuhina.

For some reason, it felt right. A new fresh start.

Whatever the case, they were just strolling around the sidewalk without a care in the world. And Accelerator was just about to ask Esther a question that relates to him specifically.

"What do you see in me anyway?"

It was an honest question that was said in a rough inquiring tone. Accelerator would glance back to see Esther smiling brightly as she unhesitatingly answered.

"You are my shishou. You saved me not once but thrice and helped me deal with and face the demons of my family's past. I can therefore say that without you, I may perhaps not be here. In fact, I'm not the only life that you had protected as there are others as well."

Accelerator could only grimace at the answer, feeling a sense that he was something resembling the dark cesspool of human nature and is not someone worthy of praise and should be given to someone else instead.

"You do realize who I fucking am right? What have I fucking done? Or what I would have fucking done? How can you say that so nonchalantly as if it were fucking obvious?"

He had to ask this question with an irritated tone that was less hostile and more curious than anything. Then he noticed the seriousness, determination, and shared empathy from the necromancer who said with no hesitation.

"I don't care about that. To remind you, shishou, I was born and raised in a family that had done far worse over the centuries and had accumulated more than its fair share of dead bodies and whose legacy I carry as a burden for the rest of my life. And...I'm far from innocent myself. As you would know by now, my magic ability specifically manipulates and disturbs the dead. People may make the argument that 'it's fine since they've already died' but it still leaves a bad taste in my mouth. It feels like stepping on the stories of their lives and using them as tools. Which is worse? Putting people in the grave or manipulating the bodies to serve my own ends after they've already died without their consent? Which side of the fence I'm on should be pretty clear."

And then as if in an act of trust, Esther would gently grab hold Accelerator's left arm with not a hint of hesitation, much to his surprise, and wondered just how either brave or stupid is this woman as he would try to consciously not accidentally injure her.

"Oi! Idiot! What the hell are you-"

"See," Esther smiled as she pointed out in a happy tone. "You protected me even now by receding your vectors and allowed me to draw closer to you."

"Tck."

Accelerator could only click his tongue in annoyance which increases even more as he would hear the mumbles of the crowd that was to pass by their general direction, the common gossip being that they were a very cute couple much to his embarrassment and consternation. But even in spite of all that, he still couldn't help but listen to Esther's next words.

"You and I are the same, shishou; individuals who hate the powers that they've been given, but in spite of it all would still want to use these powers for something far more than ourselves." she smiled warmly. "You're ability seems to be quite the lonely one; the inability for those to get close to him. Despite that, you're still able to use it and help save people; me being here is proof of that, and if Kamijou-san were here, he would agree with me 100%. For I in turn would find such a mindset quite admirable despite the rough exterior that you seem to emulate. I don't care as to what you have done in the past or what you had done in some other life; all that matters to me is how you use your power now."

Accelerator would become speechless, and he couldn't formulate what to say and instead focus on the sidewalk where they were walking. He could only sigh heavily as he would softly mutter.

"Geez. To think that I get a troublesome girl who fucking adores me somehow."

"And this troublesome girl would not leave your side. No matter what," Esther said the last part of the sentence like it was a declaration of total honesty on her part.

Accelerator could only growl in annoyance and with mixed feelings due to the subtle meaning that could be behind the sentence alone and could only try to focus on the sidewalk that they were walking on.

Insert Song: End

ED Song:

Terminator Salvation - Break The Silence (Soundtrack)

Main Companion Protagonists:

Touma Kamijou - VA: Atsushi Abe

Main Heroine Characters:

Index Librorum Prohibitorum - VA: Yuka Iguchi

Othinus - VA: Asami Seto

Mikoto Misaka - VA: Rina Satō

Misaki Shokuhou - VA: Azumi Asakura

New Characters:

Sphynx - VA: Kōtarō (虎太郎)

Professor Charles Francis Xavier/Professor X - A: Patrick Stewart

Heaven Canceller - VA: Yutaka Nakano

Accelerator - VA: Nobuhiko Okamoto

Esther Rosenthal - VA: Yurika Kubo