Author Notes:
The following concepts that are to be used in this chapter are credited to the following:
1.) NeoShadows
Fictions Mentioned:
Episode 6
OP Song:
Adele - Skyfall (Lyric Video)
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Dies irae - Animation OST: disce libens
"...W-Who are you?"
Angela and Miyoko, two children of Touma Kamijou, were both bewildered as they stood up from the ground and looked at each other, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
The L-shaped alleyway that they landed on was somewhere that connected one street north and the various garbage bags that lay around from one corner. There doesn't seem to be another way out as there was only one way that leads to the street. There was a backdoor that lead to a simple restaurant.
What was the last thing that they could recall?
For Miyoko, it was simply one random day for her as usual.
It was near the end of October for her. A few days from her perspective, the entire world was about to prepare itself to celebrate the 20th year anniversary of the end of World War III, considered to be the shortest conflict in human history, lasting from October 19 to October 30, between two opposing great powers and alliances: Russia, controlled by both the Russian Orthodox Church and the Roman Catholic Church, and Academy City with its allies.
She recalls walking out of the house and saying goodbye to her mother as she starts walking through the streets of District 7. As she was walking, she was talking to her father, Touma Kamijou, on her Gekota cellphone. Her father said that he was currently with her Aunt Index and Aunt Othinus somewhere in Buckingham Palace, visiting Queen Riméa. She could just hear her father's voice somewhat complaining about the fact that he barely has any time to rest since he got to London due to the sheer ridiculousness that tends to happen. Examples would include stopping a random magic terrorist group, saving yet another random girl, and losing his wallet in just one day since arriving at the airport.
Even now, such misfortune had never truly left her poor papa, and she and her mother could sympathize greatly as they would experience them firsthand.
Before ending up in this alleyway, she last recalled heading towards a certain vending machine, that one iconic landmark that spoke of a very deep history despite the fact that this machine was simply just ordinary. After all, a lot of interactions between her papa and mama had occurred through this very location. Her mama would use to say with fondness that she was quite an immature person when it came to her papa alone. The first time that they met wasn't all love and first sight. No, it had to involve her papa swooping in which resulted in the electrocution of a couple of random delinquents who were hitting on her, which then lead to her mama chasing after her papa as a one-sided rivalry was born. Those were the days, her mama used to say. And a lot of things happened ever since.
And as she was about to perform the passed-down family "CHASER!" technique that she was about to perform, suddenly she winded up slipping and falling to the floor which seemingly disappeared. Then she managed to hit her head with something which sends her crashing to the ground.
No, not something. Someone.
A young woman who seems to be a little older than her. Her chest proportions were quite eyebrow-raising, but then again, she couldn't really talk considering her own chest size. This person seems to be the spitting image of the Silver Sister of the Anglican Church, the aunt that she had known ever since she was young and an old friend of her mama. And yet, there were a couple of differences of course such as her raven hair and their overall similar height.
"...Um," Angela would raise a curious eyebrow, speaking in a polite manner as she awkwardly raise her left hand in a gesture. "You first?"
Miyoko blinked, not sure what to make of this, and decided to introduce herself. "Kamijou Miyoko. You?"
Angela blinked, confused. "Eh? W-Wait a minute? Kamijou Miyoko? That's what you said, right?"
"Um, yes?" Miyoko said, confused.
Angela seems to be concerned from Miyoko's point of view as she would see the raven-haired sister making a pondering expression, with her thumb towards her chin as if deep in thought.
"When exactly were you born?"
"Huh?" Miyoko raised an eyebrow, putting a hand on her waist. "What do you mean by that?"
"Ok, um, look just answer the question, please I beg of you."
Miyoko would notice that the sister seem to be anxious about something. And she couldn't help but answer the question.
"January 4, 2025."
"..."
Angela was confused and surprised as if not expecting the answer.
"...But...that's the same date I was born on," she muttered softly.
"("Ok...This is getting officially too weird...Did papa's luck seemingly rub off on me this time...?")" Miyoko thought bewilderingly. "Um...maybe it's just a coincidence?" She would say with an exasperated smile.
But Angela was shaking her head, saying sadly. "After everything, I honestly doubt it at this point. Um, speaking of which, where are my manners? My name by the way is Angelicus Communis Universalis, but you can call me Angela for short as my name is a bit of a handful."
"Angelicus Communis Universalis?" Miyoko raised an eyebrow, recognizing the Latin terms. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that there were three specific Latin terms inscribed to your own name. Let me guess, you're from the Magic Side, aren't you?"
"Yes," Angela confirmed. "I suppose so. You know the Magic Side?"
Miyoko would begin to sport a humorous smile. "Do I know it? Girl, when your father's name is Kamijou Touma, the guy who practically saves the world, get's the girl, and breaks illusions, you tell me."
"...Oh," Angela's eyes turned downwards as if saddened and deep in thought at the mere mention of the name, which in turn was noticed by Miyoko who thought that it was strange and mysterious. "Kamijou Touma," Angela uttered as if in a whisper, savoring the name with a very sad smile that was trembling little by little.
And then, Miyoko would notice her eyes. And those eyes seem ready to just cry but try not to, trying her best to remain strong in spite of everything.
"O-Oi, is there something wrong?" Miyoko asked out of concern.
"...N-No, everything's fine," Angela answered with a reassuring smile.
"Yeah, screw that. You look like you were about to cry for some reason. I'm all for respecting privacy and all, but I can't help but butt in because you seem to be crying at this specific moment. Actually, when I look at you, you look like you've been through hell. And I'm not leaving this conversation off until you tell me what's going on," Miyoko wasn't backing down, concerned about the sister who was obviously on the verge of crying.
"...Um, well...It's honestly a pretty long story really," Angela answered. A sad smile was present on her face. It was weary. It was anxious. It was likened to that of someone who seem to have been ripped out of her own known territory and was now on uncharted territory.
"Don't really care if it's long or short," Miyoko spoke with a reassuring smile. "So long as you could explain with what you can, I'll see if I can try to help out."
"...Well."
Angela didn't know why, but she started to explain as if finally trying to relieve the burden that was on her chest. The time that she came forth from. The HELL that she came from. And it all relates to one thing.
"Kamijou Touma died."
And here's why.
Miyoko couldn't help but remain silent as she listened to the tale of the raven-haired sister, never commenting. Each word was not faked due to the somber tone that she had spoken. The way that the sister introduced herself made her feel many things. Shock. Intrigue. Confusion. Hesitance. A seeming betrayal. All of these things that Miyoko could feel and yet felt that she needed to listen more to the story before trying to give her comment.
Angelica would first formally introduce herself as the daughter of Index Librorum Prohibitorum and Touma Kamijou. And then, she would speak about the story of A Certain Spiky-Haired Boy as if it were a tale of old that would remind one of the mythological heroes from the epic tales and it was one that Miyoko could relate too due to the familiarity of it.
Touma Kamijou.
And he was known as the Imagine Breaker. But it wasn't just a simple ordinary title. Rather, he was known as such based on the specific name of his ability. A power so simple, yet so great, it could shatter the illusions of even gods with nothing but a simple touch with the right hand where it was located. It was the power to negate all supernatural phenomena from the world itself. In layman's terms, it destroyed the unnatural, what was not supposed to be, that which was born from outside means, and brought all things to their original state, ones that never seem to be of the Pure Phase. It was not a power of good or evil. Some however would simply consider the power itself born out of the fears, hopes, and dreams of magicians. Hope to return to the original world distorted by their careless powers, the dream of a normal world not affected by outside forces, and the fear of their machinations being erased.
It was a strange power. An ability crystallized with a will of its own to search for an individual it would reside in for however long it pleased. What that individual did with the power to neutralize even the wishes of gods and devils, the power could care less. It had its own purpose to act only as a seal in reality. Yes, for that power that denies higher beings from distorting the world was simply but a side effect. The true power of Imagine Breaker laid within it's container. And the unseen thing within. A thing with rows of innumerable rending fangs, seething glowing pupils belonging to draconic heads of varying designs, and a power that devoured everything whole.
What that Invisible Thing was, no one knew for sure. Its true power and meaning but a mystery that baffled even the gods themselves. But one thing was for sure. When IT roared, it signaled The End. The End of whatever stood in its way. Imagine Breaker and IT. Two powerful abilities and beings that could change the world to the user's wishes. Be their intentions good or evil, their hand is said to grant the wish of its wielder with but a touch.
For one Touma Kamijou, it was an unfortunate ability he never wished for. After all, it rejected even the blessing of God, negating the very prospect of luck. It brought the once normal high school boy nothing but misfortune. Bad luck seemed to always engulf him, resulting in the oddest adventures that he had to admit would make a great series of novels. Maybe if he ever had the chance, he would write down all his unfortunate adventures for all to read. It would be nice to have some form of steady income.
Sadly, this is not the tale of a certain unfortunate man turning his past ventures into a series of light novels. No, this was actually the end of a tale full of nothing but misfortune and suffering. For even being neglected the grace of death had not saved him from the events that lead to Touma Kamijou's last breath.
December 25, 2039.
On the very night of Christmas, Touma Kamijou died. It was said that the sound of shattering glass could be heard resounding across the world one final time before a deathly silence curtained the earth. And that was all Angela ever knew.
Miyoko didn't know what to make of this information.
Touma Kamijou? Dead?
Impossible. She just had just recently spoken with her papa from her phone. In fact, none of what she said ever made complete sense from her perspective. Her mama always had said to keep an open mind, for her point-of-view may not seem to be the correct path that one should walk on, and that there may be sides to the story that she may not seem to realize.
The more she thought about it, the more she sees the disconnection between her timeline and the timeline of Angela. They were both born on the same date and year. The dates don't seem to match up from where and when they come from as last Miyoko had heard, it was still late October. For Angela, she was from somewhere around January, at least a few months before next year.
Faking the story was not an option for Miyoko. Nobody could ever fake the tears, sorrow, and weariness that were present in Angela's voice.
What drew Miyoko's complete attention was the following.
Several days after, on December 29, 2039, it became known for one single event.
The Eve of The End.
Upon the death of the famed cursed man, a great and powerful man rose to power, attaining the title of Magic God, and plunged the entire world into nothing except for the hellfires of the damned below. Their wish had been granted with the death of Touma Kamijou, their illusion becoming the world's reality without the wielder of the Imagine Breaker to oppose them. What that wish, that intent, their purpose, was unknown as they bathed every inch in the visions of hell. All that the people of the world could understand was that they were driven to destroy the normal, blessed, and happy reality created by one unfortunate man.
In four days, that god had gained new titles.
The God of Ruin. He Who Denies Reality. The Wish Killer. Hellbringer.
In less than a week, the Magic God had brought the entire world to its knees despite the efforts from both the Magic Side and the Science Side. No one could so much as confront the god, only suffer and fall in their wake. Hope was lost. It had died with the death of one man. The man who is known as Touma Kamijou.
With the world at their grasp, with no opposition before them, the Magic God had stopped. At The Eve of The End, the god had paused their ruin before finding a renewed purpose. It is unknown how, but the god had found a way to travel through time. The god sought more. And it would gain more. The world's Phases were at the god's fingertips after all. It could do whatever it so desired. And no one would stop it.
All hope seems lost, but the god had forgotten something important involving the man that they had killed. Touma Kamijou had touched many lives in his wandering. Even before he left behind the city of science to travel the world in search of others in need of saving, he had already found himself in the hearts of many unique individuals from all sides. Magic, Science, Light, Dark, he had one way or another impacted their lives for the better and shattered the illusions haunting them. Those bonds he had formed in his unfortunate life had not been for nothing. Especially with the fairer sex.
"...Oh you have got to be kidding me..." Miyoko couldn't help but softly mutter in exasperation, pinching her eyes out in annoyance, as if her nerves were twitching at the mere concept, leaning towards the wall.
The infamous Kami-yan Disease manages to strike again. It was funny when one thought about it. How something as stupid as the Kami-yan Disease would be the world's salvation and not the end of the world?
For Miyoko, she noticed even more about the inconsistent patterns of the account that was being laid out by Angela. Apparently, from what Angela could tell her, there appeared to be more siblings that came forth from Touma Kamijou and whatever woman he seem to have done the deed with.
"(Sigh). Believe me, when I first found out about it, even I couldn't believe it," Angela said out of exasperation, also leaning towards the wall.
Truth be told, before The End came, she never knew that she had many siblings from various women. In fact, her mother and father never even mentioned that little important detail that has become a mind-blowing factor that she had actual brothers and sisters. And that they did not share the same mother. And she didn't even know what to feel about that.
Aside from the dreaded and infamous Kami-yan Disease, there was one other thing that she took notice of.
Time travel.
Apparently, Angela and the rest of her siblings were somewhere on Mount Everest, managing to hijack a certain spell that was left behind by a couple of Magic Gods that had long since been forgotten and had since been reenacted by The God of Ruin, and managed to do the following. Freeze the Magic God on the spot due to a trap that was set up by Angela and the rest of her siblings.
It had been quite the tricky thing to do. It was only thanks to the vast knowledge of her mother's grimoires alongside a few other of the parents of her siblings that they had stopped the god from going through with his plans with the past. Somehow without the help of their hero who had passed away, they had created a miracle. And through that miracle, they had gone to the past to save their future from being ruined by the hands of a monster.
At least...that was the idea.
But something went completely wrong with the spell, almost like a distortion had erupted rather violently. The portals that would have led them to the past seem to have been corrupted. And for some reason, she felt time around her being corrupted, even more mysterious and sinister than what the Magic God had done, and she felt it the moment she would step into the portal. She was first, followed by her brother, Makoto Misaka.
Then...
She violently crashed against Miyoko which lead to the events of the present day.
"...And that's what happen, I suppose," Angela finished explaining sadly.
"(Sigh). Welp, that's settled it," Miyoko sighed in exasperation, piecing the dots together as best as she could. "I think I know what the problem is now if I got it right."
"You do?"
"Even though you may be from the Magic Side, I just have to ask this question. What do you know about the multiverse theory?" Miyoko asked seriously.
"Multiverse? Isn't that a scientific concept that tries to explain the concept of different universes but hasn't really been proven yet?" Angela asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, yes, basically. I mean, thinking about your story and how it specifically relates to me, I can confirm one thing. That we are from two completely different timelines based on differing accounts. One where...the Kami-yan disease was a thing that bore fruit in your timeline...Goddamn it, Aogami-ojisan..." Miyoko softly muttered the last part in irritation, pausing for a moment before eventually continuing. "...And the timeline where I came from which said disease while maybe still a thing in my world, but since last I recall, I've never heard of Index-obaasan or any other woman that I may or may not know even having a kid with my papa, much less having seen them with one. And if there were, my mama would have kicked my papa's ass to kingdom come if that ever happened, but as far as I know, it didn't. And then there's the part where papa died in your timeline, but not really in mine."
"Wait!" Angela exclaimed for a moment as if trying to check if she heard it right. "Is...Is...Kamijou Touma alive in your time?"
"...Yes," Miyoko said slowly, taking note of the tone that the sister had used which was one of deep sadness especially when it related to one's long-deceased father. "Before I came here, I recently spoke with him on my phone. He told me that he was with Index-obaasan and Othinus-obaasan in England and were currently visiting Queen Riméa. Even before that, papa would complain about the fact that he hasn't had a break ever since he got to London due to having to stop some random magic terrorist group, saving another random girl of the week, and losing his wallet of all things in the process when that entire fiasco was going down."
"...Oh, I see," Angela muttered softly, showing a trembling smile. "So I guess that even in your world, he never seems to have a break. Tell me, has fa- um I mean, Kamijou Touma, despite seemingly moving from one place to another would eventually come back to his home where his family was no doubt waiting for him?"
"...What do you mean by that?" Miyoko asked, curious and concerned.
"...Um, my father, Kamijou Touma, was a man who couldn't stand to see other people suffer. If he could so much as lend a hand, even at the risk of his own well-being, he wouldn't dare as think twice to act. He was a chivalrous man, a true hero, who only ever wished for the best of others."
"Yes, and? My papa's the same so what's the problem with that?"
"And that, in turn, was actually his biggest flaw that would eventually lead to his death."
Angela would look straight at Miyoko in the eye and tell her in a sobering and haunting tone.
"He placed everyone above himself. That someone who had no skill other than resolving whatever he didn't agree with, with fighting, was lower than even those who were responsible for whatever cruelty he was faced with. He believed that he seemed to be cursed with misfortune, and believed that he was nothing more than a burden who infected others with his troubles. It's why he left my mother and I, because he honestly believed he could only ever do us any good by keeping a distance. I grew up with a beloved father who was in and out of my life consistently, never sticking around for more than a week at best for a holiday or birthday because he thought he was nothing more than a plague upon our everyday lives."
"...!"
A plague. When has she heard about that before?
It was a term relating to a tragic story that her grandparents, Touya Kamijou and Shiina Kamijou, had told about her when she was old enough, around sometime before entering Tokiwadai Middle School.
It was during a time when her papa was very young. And he had quite a terrible childhood.
He was called the 'God of Pestilence'.
Why?
Whether they were children or adults, they would call him by that accursed moniker based on the mere fact that he had misfortune. The children believed that just by having him around, others gained misfortune. Because they believed that, they would throw rocks at him just because they saw him. The adults didn't even stop it. When they saw his wounds, they wouldn't feel sorry—in fact, they ridiculed him. They would goad him on, asking why he hadn't suffered even worse wounds. If he went away, the misfortune would go away, too. Children believed that rumor and distanced themselves from him. Even the adults believed the story.
And then...
There was that terrible day...
The day came when a man with a debt the size of a building would seemingly come out of nowhere. And then, he stabbed her papa.
When she heard that for the very first time, she couldn't help but feel completely unadulterated and raw anger. She once asked her grandparents if this person was ever brought to justice, and the answer was yes, he did indeed get the justice that he deserved, and it was all thanks to a certain individual by the name of John Smith.
The only possible description that could identify the stranger was that he appeared to be from England, although there was never any mention or record of him. A man in his mid-thirties. Long, wavy hair. He wore a forest green velvet frock coat, white dress shirt with a wingtip collar, loden green high-waist trousers, floppy battleship grey cravat with a bronze pin, and double-breasted waistcoat of silver paisley-brocade with 10 brass buttons and a golden fob watch.
Who was John Smith?
Nobody knew. He was just a stranger who just simply passed by and decided to hand the evidence over to the proper authorities. And thus, the man who did the deed would spend a life sentence.
That was one of the strangest things that ever happened. Nevertheless, that was the last time anyone ever even heard of the name John Smith.
After a few moments of reflection, Miyoko would only have this to say.
"...Um, you know, if I were to describe my papa, he's a bit like grandpa, Misaka Tabigake. Like him, he travels around the world to find it's flaws and correct them. Unlike grandpa though, papa does tend to come home from time to time, and in some cases, even longer stays where we get to spend time as a family. As a child, I knew that papa was always busy with his other job, but still, I can't fault him too much for that one. In fact, he'd saved the world so many times. The least that I could do was not be too much of a burden to him by the time he comes back from whatever job he's doing, always being the good girl who studies and tries to do anything she can to get stronger, just like mama," Miyoko smiled fondly.
"I see," Angela spoke honestly with a smile. "It seems that despite everything, your papa always tries to come back home after everything is said and done. Honestly, I quite envy you for that."
"Hmmm." Both girls would seem to giggle softly as if sharing a mutual feeling.
"...So, who exactly is your mother by the way, if I may be so bold to ask?" Angela couldn't help but ask as she looks closely at the face of the girl right in front of her.
Miyoko would smile, speaking confidently. "My mama is Kamijou Mikoto, the #3 Level 5 Esper of Academy City, otherwise known as Railgun. In fact, you could say that I would also be considered in my world as the next #3, the next Railgun, and I have to thank mama and papa for teaching me since I wouldn't have gone as far as I have without them."
"Oh, your Misaka's daughter," Angela softly muttered, as if surprised. "That's...quite interesting. In fact, where I'm from, the only child that Aunt Misaka would seem to have is a boy. His name is Makoto Kamijou. And he's also a Level 5 Esper."
"Really?" Miyoko seems interested. "Can you tell me more about him?"
"Hmm. I haven't really known him all that well. We and the rest of the BREAKERS, that's what we and the rest of father's children call ourselves by the way, were a little bit of a hurry and focus on the plan to save our future when we never really had the proper amount of time to bond with one another. Actually, I don't think I would know the names of the others as there are just too many of them to count. Sorry," Angela would speak in a contrite manner, accompanied by a smile.
"No, no, I understand," Miyoko raises her hands, reassuring her alternate sister. Then she would begin to show a sign of concern as she looks at the surrounding area. "Still though, we should probably need to go and have a look around. I mean, from what you told me, there might be some kind of possibility that this botched spell of yours may have unintentionally created some kind of...I suppose you say 'crack' on the space-time continuum which then resulted in both of our universes becoming attracted in a way to each other which then sends the pair of us crashing down to this alley, at least from what I can understand. Does that make any sense to you?"
"Actually yes," Angela said with a smile. "I and my mother had always believed that both magic and science were something that one shouldn't separate and that they were two parts of an entire whole. I believe that it was called a single unified theory that can potentially explain the world."
"Yes exactly," Miyoko pointed out with a smile. "In fact, I recalled Index-obaasan teaching me about something like that."
"Now then, considering that theory of yours, um...Kamijou-san?" Angela said the last part with hesitation, unsure of what to call the young Tokiwadai girl.
"Call me Miyoko, Angela-san. Actually, I'd figure that I could just call you Angela seeing as we're technically sisters and all. Plus I was never really one to take formality seriously," Miyoko said with a smile.
"I see. Miyoko it is then," Angela said with a smile. "Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, the theory wherein the time travel spell may have had something to do with our predicament. I mean, you may be on to something here. When I first stepped into the portal, I seem to have felt something strange. It almost seems to feel...corrupted somehow."
"Corrupted how?" Miyoko showed concern.
"Corrupted because I felt some kind of ripple. It was quick, but it was no less noticeable. It seemed like a second or so, I couldn't really tell. But what I do know was that something seems to become very wrong with time, like something was rippling back and forth like a tidal wave that came after an earthquake that I have yet to experience. Whatever this was, there seems to carry something...I don't know...A blank...But then, why would it feel as if time was both dying and clawing for a way to live? Oh goodness me, I'm speaking in mere metaphors, sorry about this, Miyoko," Angela spoke in a contrite manner.
"Don't worry, it's fine, Angela. Actually, I think I can understand what you mean. I think. In fact, when I fell to the floor, I kinda felt something off. It was...It was like you were drowning for some reason...I don't know why, but I have a feeling that whatever the hell dragged us here felt..." Miyoko would seemingly become silent, with her expression becoming even more concerned as she recalled the feeling of being sunk down the invisible ocean.
It was like...It was like getting dragged out...Ripped off from your own picture...
And it was a terrifying experience...
"May I suggest something?" Angela asked with a smile.
"What is it?" Miyoko asked.
"I'd figure that we should probably try to find out as to where we are exactly. That might be the wisest course of action for now," Angela proposed.
Miyoko nodded. "Good point, we should probably try it out. I mean, either we ended up in your universe in the past before that Magic God decided to ruin everyone's lives in which case I can probably try to help out while thinking about a way to get home, or ended up in the past of my universe in which case we have a major problem on our hands and we should probably not try to interfere in established events or otherwise I might not get born, or we may have ended up in another universe entirely to the point where a few divergences in history would seem off-the-mark from our own. In all of these cases, we would need to figure out which option are we in and how we would need to come up with some kind of plan to deal with this."
"Oh dear..."
Lady Cassiel, sporting a concerned expression, would see the two individuals, Miyoko Kamijou and Angela, from afar. She was invisible, hidden in plain sight to any mortal who passes by. And she was watching from a street corner separate from the street corner nearby the alleyway.
Things have become far more complicated, she thought. And yet she never seems to be surprised about this turn of events. She knew that something happened that led to the both of them turning up here in ACMI Earth-Prime, two young women from two completely different configurations.
It would appear that some of her fears have quite been well-founded.
"(Sigh). I suppose that I would need to observe these two as well, for onii-sama's sake."
Miyoko Kamijou and Angela were simply walking on the sidewalk as they would tend to observe their surroundings.
Miyoko would recognize the street corners and intersections, the restaurants and other places of establishment, and many other landmarks that she and Angela would pass by.
"Ok, this place definitely feels like Academy City," She said before shaking her head as she glances at the automobiles that were passing by. "No even more than that, this is Academy City, at least it was in the past, which we now know to be the case if what I've asked from a few people walking around was anything to go by. I mean, it's quite obvious since there are no hovermobiles anywhere in sight."
"Hovermobiles?" asked Angela, curious at the concept.
"Well, basically they're just flying cars, you know, the ones that you could find in all of those sci-fi movies and whatnot," Miyoko answered casually.
"Wait really?! Flying cars?! Academy City in your world has advanced that far?!" Angela became excited, and she couldn't help but be extra curious.
"Oh yeah, definitely," Miyoko nodded with a smile. "In fact, it wasn't just Academy City, but the rest of the world. Ever since Accelerator-ojisan became the Board Chairman and started to reform Academy City piece by piece. The Magic-Science Treaty had been renewed which then lead to a lot of innovation that turned our world into something that one might find from a sci-fi manga or anime."
"Wait? You mean to tell me that your entire world knows about magic?" Angela asked, surprised.
"Oh yeah," Miyoko confirmed with a smile. "And let me tell you, a lot of things went down because of that before I was even born. At that point, my papa became world-famous and his exploits were talked about even now. Even when I'm going to school, I would always hear about my papa being discussed with the class and how he made a mark throughout world history. And ever since then, I felt quite...intimidated, to say the least, the more I realized how much of an impact papa had around others. And being the only daughter and child of a famous hero, it wasn't easy to deal with this on my own."
"Don't you have your parents or your friends or anyone else that you could at least share about this problem?" Angela asked out of concern.
"Well yeah, they're all there. And speaking of them," Miyoko would look to the clear blue sky. "I honestly wonder what they're up to at this time. I mean, maybe and this is a big maybe, time may not work the same and so I might be gone for like a minute or two before coming back. You'd never know with all of this multiverse theory thing we got going on here."
"Hmm. It seems plausible enough," Angela pondered about the subject as well. "The same could be said of my world as well. Now I wonder what my other siblings must have been doing. I honestly hope that they're doing well enough and manage to succeed where I seemingly failed, and I hope and pray that they all didn't end up in other random worlds." She would begin to look around as she and Miyoko were crossing the street through the white-colored pedestrian lane. "I suppose that this was Academy City as I seem to recall, right before...The End happened."
Miyoko's face turned sympathetic, smiling sadly. "It must be quite hard, having been through what you have. And having listened to your story, I feel as if despite being a Kamijou, I seem to have gotten the good side in all of this."
"Well isn't that something," Angela spoke with a humorous smile as if trying to divert the topic. "I guess the cycle of misfortune would appear to have been broken I should say."
"Ehehehehe. I'd rather not jinx ourselves, Angela," Miyoko giggled.
"Oh my, you're from the science side, and you believe in superstitions?! How obscene?!" Angela spoke out of humor.
"Hey, when your papa's name is Kamijou Touma, can you blame me for not being a little too open-minded? At times like this, one should just say screw the science and try to figure out the other perspective," Miyoko explained with a smile of humor.
"Hmm. You're a lot different from my other siblings," Angela smiled.
"How so?" Miyoko asked.
"Well, for one, you never became skeptical of my story that might seem outlandish to some people. In fact, since you're from the science side, you'd probably try to ask me to prove that I can use magic or other similar sentiments of the sort," Angela said.
"As I said, when your papa's name is Kamijou Touma, can you blame me for not being a little too open-minded?" Miyoko smiled. "And speaking of which, can you use magic by the way? I mean, I'd figure that since Index-obaasan is your mother, you must have been trained by her to use magic in a way?"
"Well not really as much, unfortunately," Angela said sadly. "I may have the same 103,000 grimoires that my mother used to have when she was young before increasing the number of it over the years, but I have yet to even fully utilize my magic, much less practice it. Although I have the capability of defending myself if I have to. The only things that I could recall were the fact that I spent my days of childhood in the church, and since my mother was the Archbishop of the Church of England, she was always quite the busy woman, but nevertheless continued to be able to spend time with me...unlike my father whose always away."
"...Heeh, I see," Miyoko smiled sadly, wondering just how lucky she truly was due to her technically related sister who was walking right beside her.
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"RAAAAAAAAGGGGGH!"
"?!"
Both Miyoko and Angela were surprised. And the civilians who were walking by were seeing something from around the corner which would cause them all to turn tail and run, with some even screaming. And some in fact were leaving their automobiles, sprinting fast away from danger.
There were strange creatures coming out of a ripple that was located a few meters away at the center of the intersection. A group of them appeared to be black cubes with gold patterns, resembling cracked stone on the faces. A single, glowing yellow eye is present near the center of the front of its body. Four black, spider-like legs sprout from its sides. Another group of them would look like blue-colored jellyfishes that were hovering, with electrical tentacles on the ready. And the last group appeared to be pitch-black, featureless shadows in the shape of wolves, with red eyes and jaws.
If one were to count them, they exceeded over a hundred at most.
"What the hell?!" Miyoko exclaimed, her stance becoming firm, her hazel eyes narrowing at the sight of these abominations.
"...What are these manner of creatures?" Angela asked, curious as she imitates her alternate sister, performing a battle stance while raising both of her hands.
"I don't know, but they don't seem to look too friendly," Miyoko said, raising her right hand downwards as something begins to form around it. Something from the ground was sprouting up. A blackish substance with a heavy concentration of iron
In fact, one of the wolf-like creatures would try to pounce at them, jumping a few meters away and with retractable claws on the ready. However, Miyoko was well prepared. Sparks would begin to be seen from her forehead, with some of them being launched straight to the creature and shocking it senselessly.
"RAAAAAAAAGGGGGH!
The creature would suddenly disperse to mere dust and ashes. Its fellow-creatures would see it first hand and said attack was taken by them through an instinct as a hostile attack. They would begin to growl and howl like predatorial creatures of the wild.
Both Miyoko and Angela would glance at each other and give a firm nod, showing a sign of trust, before turning back at the creatures who were about to attack them.
"Lux777 - Be the light of those who do not want to reach out for salvation!" Angela exclaims her magic name.
The jellyfish-like creatures would raise their tentacles and shoot electrical energy straight through the girls, only for Miyoko to simply disperse them and hurl them back at the creatures like a well-good conductor. Some wolves would begin to come closer as they would raise their claws at them. Miyoko, readying her newly formed iron sword, would begin to raise it and perform slash after slash, cutting down each of the wolves that tried to come too close while dodging in quick succession.
"KJV. Chapter 23. Verse 34. Abba Shboq Lhon!"
All of a sudden, crimson beams of pure light would materialize around Angela, and the beams would be propelled toward the creatures, cutting many of them down. After the beams dispersed, Angela would begin to jump a few meters and would materialize something from her hands.
"In the name of God, I summon thee: Seven Swords of Heaven!"
She would declare in the English tongue. A type of spell would be conjured. An imitation spell that allows her to summon an ōdachi sword, copied from her perfect memory. It allows her to completely copy everything regarding the creation and existence of the object. She would hold the blade steady as she performed a spinning dance maneuver, slashing a couple of the beasts with swiftness. Miyoko would jump right after as she begins to raise her left elbow and shock multiple numbers of the creatures and turn them to dust and ashes.
Both of them would land straight on the abandoned road as they both begin to draw a back-to-back position as they raise their respective swords. Multiple numbers of the beasts would surround them from all sides. One wolf-like creature would pounce, only for the creature to get zapped by Miyoko. A spider-like creature would fire poisonous acid which was blocked by Angela by using the beams of light that would materialize from her chest to form a barrier that would reflect back on the creature, killing it and many others that were caught in the crossfire.
Miyoko would begin to summon a couple of iron sharp swords that would spring up from the ground, stabbing the creatures senselessly before dispersing. Angela fires a couple of crimson beams to the left, cutting down the wolf-like creatures that were coming their way via pouncing.
They continue to move forward. Each strike was shot and fired, the creatures tried their best to harm the girls in any way possible. The wolves would try to surround them as the spiders and the jellyfish provide cover fire. But they were continually parried by the tag-team duo who would use their respective natural abilities that would cut any of them that dared tried to go near.
Multiple slashes were employed by Miyoko and Angela, aiming for their torsos and other weak points. The iron sword that Miyoko carried would seemingly spread out through multiple directions, like a multi-oriented whip that would lunge straight for its prey and slash the creatures that were nearby.
They walk forward. Slashing every creature in their line of sight, never stopping, never fading. Two sisters from two different worlds that would unite as one. Miyoko begins to blast a couple of sparks that would fry a couple of the wolves that begin to pounce at them while Angela fires crimson beams to the left and managed to cut down another pack of wolves.
A couple of jellyfish that were hovering near the air would raise their tentacles and try to fry the two girls, only for Miyoko to parry each strike and send it back to them with the gesture of nothing but her left hand that was raised upwards. A spider-like creature would pounce at her, only to be slashed by Angela to the torso while dodging its acid blood.
"For the life of the flesh is in the blood."
She would utter solemnly. The acid blood that would transmute from green to mere crimson would begin to be sent in multiple directions, and many of the creatures would howl in pain as their skin melts at the sprinkled acidic blood. Two tendrils conjured up from mere iron sand were sent to the back, stabbing through the wolves that were trying to pounce at Angela who took notice of them. Miyoko would raise her right hand which fires pure electricity that manages to shock the creatures that were coming too close.
They would take notice of the creatures that seem far too many to count. There were still more of them, no matter how many they try to cut down.
"Tck. There's just no end to them," Miyoko exclaim in annoyance as she fired a burst of electricity to the left, shocking the spider-like creatures that were about to open fire at them with acid blood.
It appears that they are going to have to fight these monsters for a very long while.
At least, that's what they all thought.
ATTACK RIDE: BLAST
Highly-energized, pixelated projectiles were seen to completely decimate multiple numbers of the abominations, the cries and shrills that were echoed throughout the intersection.
"Eh?" Both Miyoko and Angela would mutter, surprised.
They both turn to the east, and they see...
Someone.
A handsome young man, sixteen years old from physical appearance, straight brown hair that reaches down to his neck, and amber-brown eyes that were narrowed in seriousness, worn over by a pair of glasses. He wears a red collared shirt, a black formal suit, black formal pants, and black formal shoes. There was a pink vintage-like camera strapped around him. They notice the magenta-colored belt that was attached to his waist, with at least 18 symbols all encircled around the center of the belt. From his right hand, he was carrying what appeared to be an advance-looking gun, with a default carrier in the shape of a book.
He begins to walk forward slowly. Then he begins to fire his gun, firing magenta-colored bursts that managed to precisely hit the monsters, killing many of them.
"RAAAAAAAAGGGGGH!
The wolves would begin to howl in defiance, bloody thirsty in tone. And many of them would begin to charge straight at the unknown person.
"Look out!" Miyoko would widen her eyes in concern, raising her left hand.
But then, almost immediately, the young man would begin to stop from his tracks and take a yellow card from his gun and raise it straight, declaring.
"Henshin!"
He flipped the card and inserted the slot into his belt, with the barcode symbol that could be seen through the glass in the center, and closed it back, a hologram manifesting in front of the belt displaying the name and announcing it.
KAMEN RIDE: DECADE
It almost seemed like time slowed down for everyone except for the young man. Eighteen shadowy translucent figures appeared around him, beginning to converge on him, a full-bodied armor materializing on him. The armor had an 'X' shaped black line with thick white outlines along with the right shoulder pad to the chest piece. The suit itself was a bit bulky and was black and grey along with some white on its inner legs and arms, except for the green visors. Several cards came out of the belt which was sent to the pouncing wolves and managed to knock them back violently, crashing into any nearby automobiles scattered throughout the abandoned road. The cards would begin to fly back to his head, attaching themselves to the helmet and forming its horns. A yellow gem-like effect glowed for a second before it would eventually paint the armor through a magenta-like color between the horns on his head, the shoulder pads, outer legs, arms, and chest of the suit.
After the transformation was complete, the young man would begin to utter an iconic catchphrase line.
"Subete o hakaishi, subete o tsunage. ("Destroy everything, connect everything.")"
And thus would the young man turned henshin hero who had come forth from another reality unconnected with this world or any other—Sota Mizushino—Kamen Rider Decade—would finally enter the stage.
The monsters would begin to hesitate a little, seeing the transformed figure, almost as if in recognition by instinct. And there was fear.
Both Miyoko and Angela had their eyes and mouths wide open in shock as they had just seen something that reminded them a little too much of the tokusatsu shows that they would use to watch in their spare time. Yes, the two are tokusatsu fans as part of their hobby.
And then, the henshin hero would begin to open fire once more, killing every monster in his line of sight, aiming directly at the head. At the precise hit, multiple rapid mini-explosions occurred, with yellow sparks flying from multiple directions.
Then he would begin to switch his gun to that of a sharply pointed sword, and he would charge as he begins to perform slashes to the head and torso in a swift, precise fashion. He would dodge the claws, acid blood, and other projectiles and deadly attacks that were being parried by his sword or just side-stepping to another meter and performing encircled slashes.
The slashes seem to have become even more fearsome as highly pixelated energy appeared to be forming within the tip of the sword. He would unleash this energy by swinging his sword from the left to the right, sending magenta-colored slashes on the monsters, further decimating their number.
He moves forward. Dodging left and right. Swinging his sword which begins to slash through the torso and other weak points, cutting them all down. He was fast. It was as if it were but a mere blink of an eye. And as he moves forward, more than hundreds had been put to the death by his sword, and now ended up right nearby the girl's positions.
The girls were surprised at the sudden appearance of the hero who would then initiate a slash maneuver that consisted of his right hand to the air before sending the pixelated energy from this sword down to the left and then towards the right, exploding a couple of the monsters within his line of sight.
All of the monsters were seemingly vanquished. Not a hint of them within the sight of the two young girls who were in awe at the henshin hero before them.
After checking to make sure that everything was clear, the hero would begin to sigh in relief. Then his armor detransformed back through pixelated-like visual substances, returning the young man to his normal casual attire. And he would take notice of the two young girls who were staring at them.
The young man had a serious and concerned expression on his face, and it was noticed by the two girls who couldn't help but notice his looks. And that he was quite handsome...
"("Wait! What exactly am I thinking right now?!")" they both thought, inwardly embarrassed and shocked.
"Excuse me, are you two alright?" the young man asked.
"...U-Um, yes, we're alright, um..." Angela seem hesitant, almost as if she didn't know what to call him.
And that moment, the young man smiled as he introduced himself.
"Mizushino Sota, just a passing-through Kamen Rider."
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ED Song:
Terminator Salvation - Break The Silence (Soundtrack)
Main Companion Protagonists:
Sota Mizushino/Kamen Rider Decade - VA: Daiki Yamashita