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Episode 23
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Spy | "Who Can You Trust" Ivy Levan Music Video [HD] | 20th Century FOX
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Noah - Spiritual Domination
It was sometime in the past. It was a time when Touma Kamijou was only fourteen years old.
"Haa...Haa...Haa..."
Somewhere in the deep forest of the ancient planet Ainhard, a second-year high school teenager by the name of Kyon was now running for his well-earned life if he could depend on it. He was a young man with straight brown hair that reaches down to his neck and amber-brown eyes. He wears a blue collared, standard long-sleeved button-down shirt, with a plain white undershirt underneath, a long WWII military officer's gray-blue lined double-breasted greatcoat with standard lapels and collar, with the back slit up pretty high, and above that there is another pleated vent between the shoulder blades, with a belt and epaulets, who's stars that were found from the shoulders would denote the rank of a General; five bands, each of which has a narrow light blue stripe and black borders, gold buttons on the front, on the cuffs, and on the epaulets, wears a watch that has a black face with silver markings and hands, wears a good-quality brown leather belt, gray pants with suspender buttons attached, brown relatively practical shoes, and carries a pair of two specialized Colt Paterson 1836 Cap Revolvers that he got from the holsters on his hips.
Running alongside him would be two certain idiots by the names of Conan Edogawa, also known as Night Baron, wearing a dark blue top hat, suit, and caped overcoat, with a pair of white magician gloves, and a pair of non-reflective glasses; and of course, Touma Kamijou, wearing his uniform consisting of a blank white eye mask with a modified rectangle mirrored lens, a black hoodie jacket, an orange Chinese dragon logo that is centered around a black t-shirt, black active performance track pants, orange utility belt and grey gloves, black socks, and black-white Shaq Attack basketball shoes.
All of their hearts beat fast together as they ran and ran, being at almost equal paces with one another.
But why were they even running in the first place?
"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" screamed a couple of men, with a tribe-like appearance, with spears and shields on the ready.
Oh...right...
It was sometime in the early morning hour. Team TARDIS (minus Ren Fujii) and the male members of the Hinamizawa Gaming Club were now playing a traditional family game and well-needed training for Team TARDIS.
Arrow Roulette.
As much as the name sounded like, everyone stood in a circular tight formation. Then, Kyon did the honors and launched an arrow into the sky. The arrow, after reaching a few meters above the ground, would immediately disperse into little bluish-white particles. And then, the game begins. All sorts of enemies materialized instantly upon the commencement of the game.
Of course, they would not be alone in playing the game. This would also be a test for military academy purposes. Which is why...
"I see the generals, few short clicks to the northwest," spoke one clone cadet from the comm-chatter, armed with an MA5B ICWS staser assault rifle, hiding somewhere from the upper part of the large trees in the vicinity.
"Everyone, this is it, put your weapons on the ready," spoke another clone cadet from the comm-chatter, also armed with an MA5B ICWS staser assault rifle, hiding somewhere from the upper part of the vicinity of the large trees.
The clone cadets from both the 501st Legion and the 7th Sky Corps of the Spatio-Temporal Armed Forces (STARS), young teenagers who were more or less in the same general category of age as Touma Kamijou and a few others, were in hiding somewhere among the tall trees of the forests, eager and ready for the trap that is to be set ahead.
As soon as Kyon, Night Baron, and Kamijou begin to take a major left turn, heading towards a part where many large trees were located, the tribe-like natives soon begin to follow them not far behind, to which in turn made the clone cadets turn their weapons free.
"Now!" shouted one clone cadet from the comm-chatter.
All of them begin to aim at the tribe-like natives, shooting them all down in pinpoint accuracy straight to the head in short order, which in turn sent many of them towards the ground in a thud which in turn made them disappear completely. White-colored particles begin to be seen to replace the seemingly dead bodies, indicating that these natives weren't real and were just simply a holographic projection.
Everyone immediately stops running. Kyon was bending his knees, trying his best to catch his breath and take five. Kamijou sees from the corner of his eye the clone cadets stationed on the tears, giving them a smile and a thumbs up. All of the cadets among the trees smiled, and some of them were giving a thumbs up as well.
The three main companions were all simply content to catch their breath for now, knowing to themselves that this game isn't over and that these tribal men that were chasing them were not the only things to worry about as their opponents have a diversified list to get to by the time this game is over and done with. For the rising dawn of the morning that is now indicated by the sun that is setting on the horizon of the snowy mountains.
And of course, even now, everyone that they knew was watching somewhere from afar and cheering them on.
Somewhere from one part of the woods, multiple clone cadets, wearing advanced training armor and armed with MA5B ICWS staser assault rifles, were now opening a continued barrage of near-perfect accuracy upon a couple of Sangheili who were closing in on their positions, all armed to the teeth with Type-1 Energy Weapons, sprinting fast in order to strike the clone cadets down with swiftness, only to be firmly denied as the clone cadets were dodging said swift close quarter attacks and automatically transforming their rifles into dark sabers, ancient and unique black-bladed weapons created from a unique type of crystal not known on official records to which was well put to use by the clones who belong to the mantle of the Fett, being a well-honored tradition that is being taken with pride, using this weapon to strike the incoming Sangheili down with ease, whereas eventually transforming the dark sabers back into assault files, continuing the barrage as it were.
It was a rinse-and-repeat at this point. If the Sangheili ever decided to get too close, the clone cadets could only strike them down, swiftly decapitating them with ease, parrying each strike from the energy swords, all timed to near perfection.
And in the midst of the fighting, there were both Andy Barclay and John Connor, wearing regular clothing, with X-90 Phased Staser Rifles on the ready, who were shooting and dodging through the swift attacks with ease.
One Sangheili tried to go for a decapitation strike for John, only for the latter to dodge at the last nanosecond, with his rifle aimed directly at the weak spot, triggering the rifle which made the Sangheili bend back toward the ground. Another Sangheili was going in for the kill, only for John to dodge another sword strike, aiming his rifle directly at the weak spot once more, making the other Sangheili bent back toward the ground. And yet another Sangheili was going in for the kill, rinse and repeat, sending Sangheili towards the ground, all due to the swift dodging and shooting of one John Connor.
One Sangheili tried to go for a decapitation strike for Andy, only for the latter to dodge at the last nanosecond, with his rifle aimed directly at the weak spot, triggering the rifle which made the Sangheili bend back toward the ground. Another Sangheili was going in for the kill, only for Andy to dodge another sword strike, aiming his rifle directly at the weak spot once more, making the other Sangheili bent back toward the ground. And yet another Sangheili was going in for the kill, rinse and repeat, sending Sangheili towards the ground, all due to the swift dodging and shooting of one Andy Barclay.
Many clone cadets were providing the two some form of cover fire from the rear, with their staser assault rifles aiming directly from the head to the upper regions of the chest, rendering the incoming Sangheili warriors null and void as they immediately thump towards the ground, with the remaining Sangheili being taken care of swiftly by both John and Andy, shooting through them all with ease.
"Huh, I have to admit, Andy, it's been a while since I had this much fun," spoke John Connor, sporting an excited smile, shooting two more Sangheili from his sight, and sending him towards the ground in a thump.
"I thought so as well," spoke Andy Barclay, sporting an excited smile, shooting three more Sangheili from his sight, sending him toward the ground in a thump. Andy begins to sport a thoughtful expression. "Come to think of it, I wonder what the others must be doing at this moment since we seemed to be having this easy."
"Heh," John Connor smirked, shooting through five more Sangheili coming close to his position, sending them toward the ground in a thump. "Oh, we definitely are fighting the easy round considering that some of the others are having a literal fight for their lives right about now."
"I cannot believe that Kyon and the others are having it this easy!" shouted one Keiichi Maebara as he and Satoshi Hojo, wearing regular clothing, were now literally running for their lives all as a pack of Hunters (Prototype) were now closing in on them at full speeds, with claws on the ready.
The only thing that kept them from ever losing this round is because of the fact that clone cadets who were stationed at the tree branches from afar were providing a proper amount of cover fire, all as the sounds of blue light staser beams were seen in droves, cutting through the Hunters like bread and butter. Both Keiichi and Satoshi were using their FN SCAR staser rifles, opening fire from the back while continuing to run like hell which they had been doing for the past hour or so.
Running. Running. Running.
They were dodging three Hunters that almost graze them from the neck and the lower regions of the chest which would have made them lose the round as swiftly as the wind.
Running. Running. Running.
Dodging two Hunters that almost graze them from the neck and the lower regions of the chest which would have made them lose the round as swiftly as the wind.
Running. Running. Running.
Dodging three Hunters that almost graze them from the neck and the lower regions of the chest which would have made them lose the round as swiftly as the wind.
Rinse and repeat.
At some point, they managed to enter through some part of the forest, one that has a slope-like appearance which allows them to slide down towards the river, crossing said river as their clothes became wet by the gentle flowing streams, firing back at the incoming Hunters that were coming close on them while doing so. Then, a sprinting figure begins to be seen, one whose appearance was Victorian for fashion sense, swiftly engaging the Hunters and slashing through their vital spots from head to toe with the sword of light, tinged in yellow bright colors, sending them screaming through their deaths, immediately dispersing as a signal of said death.
As both Keiichi and Satoshi finally made it to the other side of the river after taking advantage of the momentary respite, they noticed that they had just been saved by none other than Lelouch Lamperouge who was now wearing his usual wardrobe as Zero, minus the spiky black indigo mask that he usually wore to his face, seeing him slash through the enemy as swift as rain.
"Well damn, now that's what I'm talking about!" Keiichi exclaimed in excitement, with a raised right fist to the air, all as he and Satoshi performed a fist bump.
But the peace itself was short-lived as ten Sangheili were seen coming for them from behind, which they immediately noticed as they begin to aim their rifles at them, only for said Sangheili to be shot by magenta-colored bursts of energy, immediately sending them towards the ground in a thump, dispersing as a result.
Both Keiichi and Satoshi begin to turn around to spot Sota Mizushino, wearing a red collared shirt, a black formal suit, black formal pants, and black formal shoes. There was a pink vintage-like camera strapped around his neck. He was carrying his Ride Booker in gun mode, making a simple salute with his right hand before summoning an Aurora Curtain to send him somewhere to another location in the forest, one where other enemies needed to be taken care of with simple ease.
"Alpha 79, 34, and 56, focus your firepower towards the northeast!" ordered one Koichi Minamoto from the comm-chatter, armed with an FN SCAR staser rifle, currently shooting down a couple of Undead (Red Dead Redemption) that were now heading towards his location, shooting them down with ease through the head. As of now, instead of his Astro Man armor, he was wearing his regular uniform consisting of a black formal business suit which is composed of a white dress shirt, dark black jacket, dark black pants, white underwear, green tie, white socks, and black leather shoes. He was a man in his mid-twenties, with medium-dark brown hair and brown eyes.
"Yes, sir," responded one clone cadet from the comm chatter.
Right at the very moment of compliance from the cadet, multiple missile-guiding bullets were rained down from above, heading straight upon the multiple Undead that were coming in from the northeast, blasting through the hordes with ease.
There was someone that was not too far behind as he, armed with an FN SCAR staser rifle, was providing some cover fire for Koichi, also shooting down the Undead by aiming directly at the head, killing them with ease.
"You sure took your time, Taki-san," Koichi said with a smile, shooting down a couple of Undead from the side in pinpoint accuracy.
Taki Tachibana. A man in his mid-twenties and of the same general age as Koichi's, with spiky, nape-length brown hair with bangs covering his forehead and dark blue eyes. He was wearing a white dress shirt, black jacket, black pants, black underwear, black tie, black socks, and black leather shoes.
"Well, I had to deal with a couple of battle droids that were shooting all over me from the northeastern side," Taki said with a smile, shooting down a couple of Undead from the side in pinpoint accuracy.
"Now I wonder how the others are faring at this point considering that all of us are a few distances apart from each other," Koichi wondered, shooting down a few Undead from the side in pinpoint accuracy.
"Probably doing a bit better as we all are," Taki said with a smile, shooting down a few Undead from the side in pinpoint accuracy.
Slash. Slash. Slash.
Sota was now using his Ride Booker on sword mode, slashing through multiple hordes of the Infected (Left 4 Dead) who were coming towards him from all sides, all at a 360° angle, with highly-energized pixelated slashes seen from the outside perspective, bringing a total decimation to the Infected. He then begins to switch from sword mode to gun mode, firing multiple highly-energized, pixelated projectiles upon a couple of Salis Worms (Kamen Rider) that were now converging upon his position, destroying them all with ease, all as green smoke was seen from the aftermath.
Many clones from up the branches were also fighting, with their assault rifles transformed into dark sabers as they engage upon multiple Sangheili that were coming up from behind them, trying to strike them down with their energy swords, only for it to be parried back as multiple clashes of the blade were heard, with a couple of Sangheili getting slashed as they fall towards the ground.
"Derrick!" shouted one clone cadet, aiming his DC-17 Staser Pistol, shooting the Sangheili who was coming from behind, which made the aforementioned Derrick, a fellow clone cadet, turn around to thank the clone cadet that save him.
"Thanks for that, vod," Derrick said with a smile, all as he aims his DC-17 Staser Pistol at two Sangheili that were now converging upon their position, shooting them down with pinpoint accuracy.
"This is just getting ridiculous at this point," muttered one Touma Kamijou who smirked confidently and was filled with anticipated excitemeent. He was armed with a pure blue-bladed starsaber, all while slashing a couple of Hunters (Halo) who were now coming towards him, all at a 360° angle.
Clone cadets that were stationed at the branches were providing some cover fire, shooting through a bunch of Hunters that trying to come near Touma. The clones brought out thermal detonators that were set to a few levels of explosive firepower upon detonation, creating impactful explosions that obliterated a couple of Hunters from all sides.
Now, Kamijou begins to focus and channel all of his energy, calling out to the Living Force, and begins to perform a Force Sprint, hopping from one side of a trunk to the other in order to climb up to the branches where many clone cadets were now engaging a couple of Sangheili and Salis Worms, landing straight to the armored chest of a Sangheili which sends two of its fellow Sangheili and a Salis Worm falling towards the ground.
He begins to parry a strike from an energy sword that was wielded by a Sangheili, striking him from the lower chest. He begins to engage upon a Salis Worm that was presently engaging one of the clone cadets, cutting it down with ease. He begins to engage yet another Sangheili, who had noticed him as he tries to attack him by raising his energy sword towards the left, only for it to be blocked and twisted, with Touma striking from the upper chest regions, sending the half decapitated body straight towards the ground. Two Salis Worms were converging upon him from the front and back, with claws on the ready, only for Kamijou to first slash the one from the back while dodging the other's claw attack by stepping to the side, then perform a slash maneuver that managed to cut it in half.
Rinse and repeat.
Through graceful timing and simple offensive and defensive maneuvers, after what seemed to be about five minutes in estimation, Touma managed to successfully kill off all the Sangheili and the Salis Worms that were plaguing many of the branches where the clone cadets are stationed.
Night Baron was just simply raising an eyebrow, with arms crossed, now presently engaging several B2-series super battle droids (Star Wars) that were blasting him from all angles, to which he managed to deflect by activating one of the functions of his gauntlet which was to provide him with a reflective shield bubble that tossed the blaster fire back to the super battle droids, killing them instantly.
As the super battle droids would continue to fire in a continuous barrage, which in turn would send them all down towards the ground in a thud out of their own blaster fire, Night Baron was just simply walking towards the next destination, with hands to his pockets.
After a few meters of walking that had led to multiple casualties upon the super battle droids, he finally arrives at the position where Kyon was located, spotting Kyon standing tall with Sandalwood Guns on the ready as he was towering over what appeared to be a giant boar-like creature - Boarbatusks - to which Night Baron would recognize immediately as a Grimm (RWBY). He also begins to notice many of the same boar-like creatures all seemingly dead before slowly dispersing. He sees Kyon now walking towards him all while the beast that he was standing on was slowly dispersing by the time Kyon touches the ground, the dead body now disappears for good.
"Well, you sure took your time," Kyon pointed out with a deadpan tone. His eyebrow raised due to the casual manner and stride that Night Baron was performing without breaking a sweat.
Night Baron just simply shrugged his shoulders. "I actually had it easy on my end all things considered."
Slash. Dodge. Slash. Dodge.
Rinse and repeat.
Lelouch Lamperouge had been sprinting and slashing through hordes upon hordes of large, dark, werewolf-like creatures - Beowolf - recognizing them as one of the Grimm, dangerous beings that were made by the God of Darkness.
Slash. Dodge. Slash. Dodge.
Rinse and repeat.
As many Beowolves tried to lunge unto him from all sides, with claws on the ready, all in top agile form, Lelouch immediately dodges in the last nanoseconds to spare, using Excalibur to hack through the monsters, striking from the lower chest region, head and feet, cutting them all down with simple ease.
Assisting him from the side is one Sota Mizushino, using his Ride Booker, switching fast from both gun and sword mode, firing highly-energized, pixelated projectiles and slashes, decimating the Beowolves that were coming in from the left to the right.
Sota manages to reach towards Lelouch's position, with Lelouch slashing another Beowolf, decapitating it while trying to dodge its claws, all as Sota shouted. "Lelouch! Back to back!" to which Lelouch immediately complied as they both turned back to back.
From all sides, Beowolves were rushing towards them in agile speed, with claws on the ready for pouncing attacks, to which both Lelouch and Sota begin to aim their respective weapons directly upon the ground, producing a heavy shock wave that sends brilliant white and magenta pixelated light that managed to scorch through the Beowolves like instant cooking, to which eventually spreads upon the other sides of the forest, engulfing a couple of stragglers and enemy combatants such as the Sangheili and Salis Worms, leaving only the clone cadets to cheer on in a flawless victory as they see their enemies crushed and ensured their profound success.
Everyone was watching and cheering everyone from the large holographic screens.
"Yeah, that's right!" Issei Hyoudou, a young man with brown hair and brown eyes, cheered Team TARDIS and the male members of the Club on.
"Go, Touma! Go!" Morgan Stark—Iron Maiden, a young woman and superhero with brown, long hair and brown eyes, cheered Touma Kamijou on.
Somewhere was a gathered crowd of people from all walks of life, humans and non-humans. Many of them knew Team TARDIS and the male members of the Club one way or another. The entire area was like one large stadium filled with many seat rows for people to sit or stand on. Popcorn and other beverages were being sold by a few assigned personnel that were on duty.
From near the center, there was a gathering of important individuals, all twelve of them: The Doctor, Roland Deschain, Professor Paradox, Frederica Bernkastel, Washu Hakubi, Castiel, Tsukasa Kadoya, Ash J. Williams, Doctor Stephen Strange, John Constantine, Optimus Prime, and Q. They were sitting down from their respective chairs near a large table, checking the progress of the training. Gathered around them were other important individuals of high ranking and stature who were also observing the training sessions.
"Well, the kids seem to be enjoying themselves just fine," Dr. Strange smiled, observing with interest.
"Ah, those rugrats could use a little warm-up exercise anyway," Constantine smiled, waving his right hand casually.
"Hmph."
There was a crimson-haired woman with crimson eyes watching beside the twelve individuals, somewhere close to the Doctor and Frederica Bernkastel. Her arms were crossed, and her expression showed a confident smirk, showing a sense of subtle pride. For those who knew her, that was a rarity. But then again, the Jack Of All Trades (JOATs) consisting of Touma Kamijou, Conan Edogawa, Kyon, Sota Mizushino, and Lelouch vi Britannia were five out of a few favorite students of hers. She was quite frankly one of the strictest of women that one could find in one's lifetime. And she is one of the most dangerous.
She was wearing an SS uniform and from the left side of her shoulder carries an armband symbol that has the colors of red, white, and black. It has a wide diamond shape formed around a circle. There was a four-pointed star inside the diamond, one large and one short, and there were occult symbols and inscriptions.
Her name was Eleonore von Wittenburg—Samiel Zentaur.
"What I especially like about this is that those boys (JOATs) are handling military command quite efficiently. But then again, they are your companions in name, my Lord Doctor," she said with a smile.
While smiling, there was her subordinate standing right next to her. She was a blonde-haired woman with emerald eyes. For those who knew her, she was the exact opposite of Eleonore in terms of behavior and personality, making her the more easily approachable person among the two. Like Eleonore, she was wearing an SS uniform and also carries the armband symbol on her left shoulder.
Her name was Beatrice Waltrud von Kircheisen—Valkyria.
"Well, I can't exactly take all of the credit, Eleonore," the Doctor smiled, glancing at a few people that were right near him. Misaki Shokuhou, Seria Kumokawa, and Ayu Mitsuari were also watching the live stream as well, and they were enjoying every second of it. Followed of course by Mii Konori and Aomi Yanagisako who were watching as well. "The boys have grown up all on their own. I just did a little nudge and said a couple of advice, so the rest naturally worked itself out."
The Doctor would eventually speak with Shokuhou, Kumokawa, and Mitsuari. "Girls, are you enjoying the show so far?"
The Kamijou's Angels all smiled at each other before turning to the Doctor. "Undoubtedly."
"And what say you, Lady Othinus?" Dr. Strange asked Othinus who was right beside him, wearing formal military attire consisting of a blue overcoat, white shirt, blue pants, white formal wear gloves, white socks, and black boots. There were also military decorations on her uniform, showing her status as Brigadier General.
Othinus smiled, looking at the screen with interest. "Oh, I do believe that my understander still needs more improvement, but nevertheless, I can agree with Lady Zentaur's position. My understander and his friends are doing just fine."
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Metal Gear Solid: Peace Walker OST Music - Koi no Yokushiryoku
Touma Kamijou was performing feats above the average human, sprinting from one side to another upon the large trees of old, engaging and swiftly putting an end to the menace that plagues his fellow troops upon the battlefield, like a general that is not content with mere watching and was calling to arms for action, not simply content to sit from the sidelines like any other so-called armchair general.
Slashing through multiple Sangheili, sprinting through the left and the right in total efficiency. Slashing through multiple Salis Worms with the swiftness of the wind that takes the form of speed that is seemingly faster than a mere second, all as time seems to slow down for the man in particular, with him moving at normal speeds from his perspective while the others could only make out a blur if it were possible.
He was now making use of the powers and abilities blessed by the Dragons who were hidden beneath a dimension sealed by Imagine Breaker.
In one of his hops towards the trees, he struck down a couple of Sangheili and Salis Worms through a 360° angle, producing a blue slash-like effect in a twisted fashion, likened to that of a non-stopped twister of epic proportions. After the said twisting attack, he makes a landing towards a certain part of the forest that seemed to be a geyser field of a sort, as all he sees is an intermittent discharge of water ejected turbulently and accompanied by steam throughout many holes in the area.
He begins to turn back, heading back towards the places in the forest where the training was still going on, all as he hears a couple of explosions from the distance, indicating that the battles seemed to be far from just over.
But...
He narrowed his eyes as the back of his mind was now tingling with a very strange sensation. Something didn't seem to feel right as the moments seemed to pass by. He walks by as slowly and as silently as possible as if he were in enemy territory, walking in light calculated footsteps, scanning from the left to the right, with his blue-colored blade of pure holy energy on the ready.
Walk. Walk. Walk. Walk.
Then suddenly, his sense of immediate danger was triggered, eventually making him turn around to find someone...
No...Not just someone...Something...
A being whose aura he would recognize...
He can feel the sweat passing down his brow as the danger sense was raising exponentially. Trepidation and caution filled his face in recognition of an old enemy of long ago.
It was an ominous shade of black with silver armored gauntlets. He looked like a pale shadow. His face carries no features. Only the hood and the dark shade that lay beneath were the only things that one can see. Static begins to fill his head, all as his black orbs never lose sight of that endless abyss. Both of whom were simply staring at one another. A realization that was ultimate and final. A familiarity of presence between the both of them. There is no mistaking it.
This wasn't a hologram. This wasn't a hologram. This wasn't a hologram.
This was real. This was real. This was real.
Why? Why? Why?
Why is he here? Why now? He dared to show himself now when there would be a couple of powerhouses in this world that could practically obliterate him as if by a thought? But never mind him being there, how did he manage to enter the planetary shield that could keep beings like him out?
This ghostly figure of sin, Kamijou knew to be a murderer from underneath when this creature was still human and alive. He was an unidentified serial killer active in and around the impoverished Whitechapel district of London, England, in the autumn of 1888. In both criminal case files and the contemporaneous journalistic accounts, the killer was called the Whitechapel Murderer and Leather Apron.
There are many theories as to who he truly is. Was he a man? Was he a woman? Was he a demon? Was he never human? None can truly decipher his true identity and in a multiverse of infinite variables and possibilities, he could be all of these or none at all.
He was nothing. And there lay his greatest strength. Through the Law of Nothingness, he made his identity undiscernible, making him harder to gouge.
His name...
Jack the Ripper.
"Mandatum tuum invocabo: Non occides! "("I thou invoke thy Commandment: Thou shalt not kill!")""
A very cold voice spoke. It was a voice that was very unnatural. As soon as the figure uttered in a voice that was ominous and indecipherable, suddenly, crimson lightning was seen from his person that spread throughout his body in an instant before receding back into nothingness, but this process was one that if a normal person were to look at it would only see a flash of red light by a fraction of a second.
Kamijou senses it from a mile away as he gripped his saber and parried the strike coming from the left side. But now the right. No, the left. The movements were too quick-paced as the figure somehow managed to go from here to there for at least 20 meters apart as if he never moved at all, but Kamijou anticipates them as the sound of the humming and the clashing of the blades that came with multiple numbers of sparks.
It was a crimson-colored blade. What was this thing made of? It was made out of a material that is not known on earth, the same that could be said of Touma Kamijou's blade. If Kamijou's blade is pure and holy, this one represents nothingness and lack of goodness.
One strike to the lower left, parried to the lower right by Kamijou. One strike to the lower right, parried to the lower left by Kamijou. Left. Right. Up. Down. Left. Right. Up. Down. A continuous sound of buzzing strikes that can be heard throughout the steamy plain. A slash to the left, parried by the right by Kamijou. A slash to the right, parried to the left by Kamijou. Striking to the lower left, parried in the same direction by Kamijou who pushed it forcibly back away, sending the figure away for a few meters who would eventually employ a crimson thunder strike that came forth from the tips of his right armored hand which would eventually be negated by Kamijou as he blocked it with his Imagine Breaker, the sounds of a breaking glass of which that can easily be heard.
But...
"...!"
Kamijou anticipates the figure suddenly trying to strike him from behind and raising his blade. His feet on the ground were steady, the surface sporting little cracks of steam. And then, the same strikes and swift attacks were used. Left. Right. Up. Down. Left. Right. Up. Down.
Kamijou twisted the blade and performed a twisting maneuver as his hands were raised in the right direction. And it would be parried by the figure that was blocking it from his left. And then, Kamijou uttered...
"Dominus enim est pastor meus, ego nolo: "("The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want;")""
Time had seemingly stopped. Both combatants are the only ones that seem to be capable of movement while the rest just seemingly stop, becoming a blur to those outside, with the only ones being aware of each other and one another. They carry the swords of light that signified their allegiance.
The clash of blades was furious. Left. Right. Up. Down. Left. Right. Up. Down. Kamijou was ducking as the crimson blade was just close to his head before raising his right hand against the foe. It made contact as it punched through the chest. The sound of shattering glass was heard. But...it was continuous. It was not negating the shade. Rather, it was simply static and stunned back. The static was temporary at best and would disperse without further incident.
On any random occasion, when something is verified to be of a supernatural nature touches the Imagine Breaker, it would have dispelled it with ease. However, this being is operating on mysterious alien laws, laws that were alive and defied any route of common sense, laws that serve The Dark One.
It was...summoning something...
"...!"
Kamijou noticed that there were two crimson blades flying near him and were aiming toward his neck. He took a few side steps casually as his Dragon Eyes took advantage of the movement. He analyzed where they would land, and he knew where to dodge. His eyes allowed him to perceive any possible movement. And they will not be marking their territory as Kamijou dodges them.
But the shade teleported once more from behind. But wait?
"...!"
The humming sound of about three crimson blades was heard. Three individuals suddenly come from three separate directions and tried to overwhelm Kamijou. Only, Kamijou manages the impossible and dodged by a few seconds, noticing each strike and slashing two of the interlopers, dispersing them. The only one remaining was the real one who was aiming his sword against Kamijou's who parries it by waving it in the right direction. Sparks clashed.
The speed between the two was picking up. The clash of fury, of defense versus offense, was seen between these two. The strikes, the stabs, the cuts, all of it complement the battle as they knew each other's movements by heart and memory. It spoke of a very long history between these two. A multilayered conflict between light and darkness, between life and death, clashed furiously and head-on. In every single direction that ever amounted to anything. No matter what direction they turn their blade, no matter how fast they were in the blink of an eye, they were evenly matched.
Kamijou leaps back and jumps quickly, avoiding the geyser that would erupt just right below. By the time he lands on the ground, he sees the shade awaiting him with his blade and they both clashed once more.
Left. Right. Up. Down. Left. Right. Up. Down. The shade was moving to the left, only to be parried by Kamijou. From his left hand, he tried to fire a burst of lightning, only for the sound of shattering glass to erupt from Imagine Breaker. And yet another clash of blades.
And then...
A hard left as Kamijou jumps back and retaliates by calling on two specific Dragons.
"Raijin! Fujin!"
And then suddenly, the sound of thunder occurred in his person. It was quick, like a flash of light that turned on and off from the lens, reflector, and LED. Two seals out of a hundred were being lifted and the aforementioned dragons were coming out. Kamijou blocks a swift precise strike to the neck with his blade being held by his left hand and pushes the shade back once more with the Imagine Breaker, the sound of static once again being formed by this being of nothingness and with no name to call his own, a being whose deeds were held with many beliefs and theories.
"Non occides!—Quinque Mulierum Pernicies "("Thou shalt not kill!—Five Women's Bane!")"
There were multiple surgical items that were fit for things like dissection, amputation, and so forth. They all aimed their sharp edges against Kamijou, only for the latter to disperse them all with sheer white-bluish lightning that came from two of his dragons. While dispersing them, he blocks the crimson blade that runs furious against Kamijou. Kamijou side steps and made an upwards strike, only for the being to block it and pushed his blade back, causing Kamijou to falter and dash backward with his legs keeping him balanced and standing.
Only, the blades clashed once more. And surgical items such as multiple pairs of scissors were being sent towards him from every vulnerable spot. Kamijou anticipates many of them as he slashes every single one of them while at the same time trying to block the blades of the ominous shade. Scalpels were suddenly fired from behind and Kamijou only begins to jump higher and throw lightning from both of his hands, making the shade take a few steps back in motion.
One says "step back" but it would be more accurate to say that it was merely choosing which possible path it would go, making use of potentialities. It was more than just teleporting. It was a skill that allowed one to access alternate paths to take, choosing that possibility and sending itself to that designated area.
Kamijou lands on the ground with both of his feet. Then, he raises his blade upwards, and his two left fingers and thumb were pointed in a straight direction. His battle stance was firm, putting his left foot north and his right foot south. His eyes, now turning white and bluish with electrical sparks, signaling the presence of the twofold dragons to whom he was using their power and calling upon their aid, were narrowed at the figure before him.
And then...
His sense of danger rose exponentially. But why?
Nevertheless, he backflips for over a hundred meters with his front now facing from the back as he dashes with his own two feet. One of the geysers erupted suddenly, spouting boiling water that he could smell at vast distances. He dodges it at the last second and was now in a crouching position after making a roll.
He stands up. He turns face to face with the one that tried to attack him. And he realized that what attacked him was tall in height. It was carrying a giant flaming sword with multiple inscriptions of unknown origin that keeps interchanging from its blade. And it also had a few edges of flickering fires that arouse a visible greyish smoke that is seen to arise from the skies.
It had two girgentana breed goat horns from both sides and its entire body was burning with an orange-reddish light. It had a glowing red sigil eye on its chest. It looked like a giant fire demon that came straight from the interior depths of Muspelheim. And that's what this creature is. It was an Elemental Parademon of the Third Sphere: Muspelheim Branch. They were demons with pure fire, and they control it with every measurement possible.
Flames adored all of its body. Flames were its lifeblood.
There was a malevolent smile plastered on its face. It was one that shared a delight for battle, delighting at the inner prospect of burning one's enemies and basking everything to the eternal flames.
"...!"
Many people were shouting and screaming in a clutter of voices as they see something that they never thought of seeing before. An Elemental Parademon, a dangerous one, managed to come here just behind the shields. But many people worry about one spiky-haired boy far more. As the camera turned towards him a few minutes ago, they were shocked and surprised that they would see him about to fight an Elemental Parademon of this size. The danger levels just rose considerably as the stadium sounded a kind of red alarm, making many of the soldiers that were stationed nearby to put their helmets and gear on.
The training session appears to be over. And reality had struck back with a vengeance.
"...the hell?"
The one who raised an eyebrow was none other than a man with pale skin and albino hair, one that had red unnatural eyes. He was wearing an SS uniform and the same symbol as Eleonore and Beatrice.
His name is Wilhelm Ehrenburg—Kaziklu Bey.
"..."
Ren Fujii was present nearby, with arms crossed. His eyes of clear blue were narrowed, glowing a little brighter. He and everyone else were now all eyes fixed upon the battle that was happening on the geyser field.
"...Hmm."
A very tall man wearing a military hat narrowed his eyes in contemplation and pondering of the present situation, one that consisted of a battle between one of his most favored students and an infernal beast that had suddenly dropped in from quite literally out of nowhere. He was also wearing an SS uniform and the same symbol as Wilhelm.
His name is Goëtz von Berlichingen—Machina.
"...Dear."
Rika Kamijou's eyes widened as she uttered softly. She was beside her witch master, Bernkastel, as she, Satoko, and the rest of the female members of the Club were showing expressions of worry as they watch the battle with attentive eyes.
"..."
Othinus was also narrowing her eyes, full of concern. The same expressions can be said to be found in three of Kamijou's Angels and in the two Judgment Officers who were watching the battle as well.
As of now, many who were watching were now quite eager to head over to where Kamijou is at immediately and not a moment too soon. But just as many voices were now raising quite loudly in a response to this incident, but...
"Wait."
The one to put such things to a halt was none other than Eleonore von Wittenburg who could not help but narrow her eyes, all as she sees her student engaging in something that had no such right to wield the flame. She deemed the creature in fact as an utter blasphemy and mockery of everything that she represented.
"Let my student handle this."
She said this with a firm tone as if it were an order that no one would dare refuse, one that had raised eyebrows turned towards her from all sides.
"Major?" Beatrice Waltrud von Kircheisen muttered in surprise.
"I would agree," spoke Machina, in full agreement with his fellow Einherjar, sporting a serious but firm expression, with crossed arms. "Let the boy handle this."
"But!" Shokuhou muttered in worry, trying to voice an objection. The rest of Kamijou's Angels and a few others would also like to voice their objections.
"I would have to agree with both of their assessments."
Shokuhou's voice fell silent immediately as she heard the sound of a benevolent voice. She and many other people's eyes turn toward someone who was now standing nearby Shokuhou.
How to describe this person?
She was a very tall Woman. Her face was beautiful, and it was not a mere exaggeration. Everything about her spoke of beauty. She wears a simple religious nun's habit consisting of a brown tunic and scapular, the white toque over the head and shoulders, with her golden hair drawn and seen which seem as fair as a lily and as wonderful as the dawn, worn over by a black-white veil. There was a belt and rosary worn at the waist, a crucifix worn under the scapular and over the heart, hemp sandals, and socks. It was a special kind of purity and virginity unheard of that couldn't be ignored.
And her gentle, maternal hand touches Shokuhou's right arm. The Woman smiled at her, as if to reassure her that everything would be alright. And the strange part was, Shokuhou believed her.
"Do not worry, my grandson will handle himself just fine against this infernal beast from the depths of Muspelheim. He has faced many battles before, many of whom would break either man or mortal. This one is merely a light breeze for him. For now," the Woman narrowed her golden eyes toward the screen. "I would highly advise that there would need to be a stationing of troops and fleets. They would need to encircle the field by more than at least 200 meters away in order to take care of any potential stragglers."
"And besides which," the Doctor finally spoke with a smile, looking at the Woman. "Touma isn't necessarily alone in this battle, is he?"
The Woman smiled knowingly with a mysterious tone. "No, he won't be alone. Four of my grandsons will be with him. Is that acceptable, Lady Zentaur?"
"...Hmph. ...Let it be as you wish, my Lady," Eleonore von Wittenburg said with eyes closed and with a smile, approving that the other JOATs would intervene in the battle.
And Othinus, listening attentively to the conversation, smiled. "May fortunes favor the foolish."
And as she said this, she noticed Kamijou's serious expression from the screen, eventually raising his sword and maintaining a battle stance.
"...Othinus," Kamijou said with a grim tone, determined to see things through. "If you can somehow hear me all the way out here, I just want to say this."
...And then, as Othinus made a knowing smile, the sounds of thunder were seen from Kamijou body as if in a flash. White bluish electrostatic eyes were flashing through the lens of his mask. And he uttered in a solemn tone as he twisted the blade that was pealing with bolts of electricity. ANd he waited for the right moment to strike after a few twists of his blade.
"...For Asgard!" he shouted.
And as the lightning spreads throughout his body and the roaring sound of thunder followed, his blue-bladed sword acted as a conductor which sends bolts of lightning at the giant flame demon who was sent back by more than a few ten to twenty meters, striking it swiftly from the chest, crashing on the ground.
"YEAH! Now that's what I'm talking about!" Issei Hyoudou cheered him on from the sidelines, raising his right hand.
Many others who watched smiled, some with humor, others with admiration, others cheering on, and still others with the exasperation of muttering "Did he seriously just said that?".
Rika Kamijou smiled and giggled at her husband's sense of unintended humor. Satoko Hojo only made an exasperated expression of "Really?". Rena Ryugu, Shion Sonozaki, and Mion Sonozaki were softly laughing as well.
"Hmmm," Othinus giggled brightly, smiling as she raised her right-clenched fist. After giggling, she couldn't help but smile loving at the "human's" sense of humor. She muttered in turn in a solemn tone. "For Asgard."
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ED Song:
Thunderball (Main Title) · Tom Jones · John Barry
Incarnation(s)/Regeneration(s) of the Doctor:
The Twelfth Doctor - Actor: Peter Capaldi
12 Core Members:
Roland Deschain - Actor: Clint Eastwood
Professor Paradox - A: David McCallum
Frederica Bernkastel - A: Yukari Tamura
Washu Hakubi - VA: Yuko Kobayashi
Castiel - A: Misha Collins
Tsukasa Kadoya/Kamen Rider Decade - A: Masahiro Inoue
Ash J. Williams - A: Bruce Campbell
Doctor Stephen Strange - A: Benedict Cumberbatch
John Constantine - A: Matt Ryan
Optimus Prime - A: Peter Cullen
Q - A: John de Lancie
Main Companion Protagonists:
Touma Kamijou - VA: Atsushi Abe
Shinichi Kudo/Conan Edogawa/Night Baron II - VA(s): Kappei Yamaguchi; Minami Takayama
Kyon - VA: Tomokazu Sugita
Sota Mizushino/Kamen Rider Decade - VA: Daiki Yamashita
Lelouch vi Britannia/Zero - VA: Jun Fukuyama
Taki Tachibana - VA: Ryūnosuke Kamiki
Koichi Minamoto/Astro Man - VA: Yuichi Nakamura
Andrew William "Andy" Barclay - A: Alex Vincent
John Connor - A: Michael David Edwards
Ren Fujii - VA: Kousuke Toriumi
Main Heroine Characters:
Othinus - VA: Asami Seto
Misaki Shokuhou - VA: Azumi Asakura
Main Love Interests:
Rika Kamijou (née Furude) - VA: Yukari Tamura
New Characters:
Satoko Hojo - VA: Mika Kanai
Wilhelm Ehrenburg/Kaziklu Bey - VA: Kishou Taniyama
Goëtz von Berlichingen/Machina - VA: Hiroki Yasumoto
Eleonore von Wittenburg/Samiel Zentaur - VA: Asami Yaguchi
Beatrice Waltrud von Kircheisen/Valkyria - VA: Kei Mizusawa
Issei Hyoudou - VA: Yuki Kaji
Morgan Stark/Iron Maiden