A certain young boy withdrew instantly from the dark void world as he opened his eyelids in a slow way, seeing the field of a night sky above him. After being completely returned back into his reality, Kamijou Touma rose up his upper body and rubbed his eyes with his left hand, and then a long yawn forcefully escaped from his mouth. Looking around with confused face, he had realized that he was on the bench near something that looks like a complex of several buildings. Nobody was present around him, but the silence of the night. As he stood up from the bench, a single question has been erupted in his puzzled mind.

What am I doing here?

While putting his hands in the pockets of his pants in the search of something, Kamijou Touma tried to recollect all of his most recent memories from his brain. He wanted to know how and why he had ended up here, sleeping on the bench in the streets of futuristic concrete jungle known as Academy City. But, unlucky for him, the only recent memory he managed to recollect was him going back to his apartment, which was somehow non-existent in official documents, with the bag in his hand being filled with the latest manga issues. No memories were found in his biological hard drive that would explain why he came here and slept on the bench. After recollecting his memories, the boy found in his left pocket his mobile phone, more precisely a very outdated flip phone that he had discovered broken somewhere in the alleys of this city a long while ago, which he also managed to fix it with his ability. He took the phone from his pocket and flipped it up, finding on the screen of his phone something that would shock and bemuse him both at the same time.

July 21st; 23:25.

「"Eh?! What in the world?! July 21st?! Is there something wrong with my phone?! I do remember that today is July 19st. I'd checked the time on my phone before I went to buy some manga. Anyway, how did I end up here? Did I fall asleep or pass out? Also, it seems that I'm far away from my place. Jeez, I'm so confused right now."｣

With the burden of confusement in his head, Kamijou gave a glance around to see where his bag was. Unfortunately, our spiky-haired boy couldn't find it, so he simply let out a sigh of misfortune. Giving up on the search of his bag, Kamijou returned his glance to his phone and started to press some buttons on his flip phone. After he has stopped pressing the buttons, he put his phone onto his right ear and patiently waited for something with the fake smile of his. Buses weren't working anymore, so he simply decided to call somebody.

As he waited for a short while in a silence, a certain voice from the phone suddenly broke it.

"What do you want now?!"

「"Hi, Kihara-kun! Long time no see! How are you? You know, we didn't talk and see each-"｣

"Cut that fucking bullshit, will ya? It has been two hours since I left you and that priest, so don't act-"

「"Priest? Wait! What do you mean by 'two hours since I left you'? You kind of confusing me right now, Kihara-kun."｣ nervously said the boy as he interrupted the scientist with his question.

Asking him, a single sweat appeared on Kamijou's face as he felt puzzled.

"Do you have an amnesia or something? You forced me to drive you and that guy to that shitty Misawa Cram School to find some lost sister of his from the church."

As Kihara Amata said those last words in his sentence, suddenly, something aberrant appeared inside of Kamijou Touma.

More precisely, something strange started to occur in his mind. As if in his mind was some sort of dysfunction. The words 'lost sister' were definitely a trigger to this 'occurence'. It's like his mind automatically tried to register those words, tried to connect with them, but has failed each time. It failed because they were non-existent, and yet, his mind tried to connect with them for some reasons.

After hearing about 'Misawa Cram School', Kamijou turned his head towards the complex of several buildings that he had noticed earlier. He examined it from down to up before asking another question to Kihara.

"Tell me, Kihara. What day is it today?"

The most noticeable thing in that question was his tone of voice. It wasn't pretending anymore. It was more serious. And his smile wasn't optimistic-like, but blank.

Kihara Amata noticed that as he silenced for a bit before answering.

"Today is July 21st. Did you step on some serious shitty trouble?"

As soon as the real data was said, something strange has happened inside of boy's mind. A certain mental abnormality occurred in his thought process and view of this world.

Is this the real life?

Is this the fantasy?

No escape from this disorder.

Something similar along these words went inside of his complex parts of the mind.

He wasn't sure whether he was in dream or reality.

Was it doings of some esper?

Does somebody from the Darkness of Academy City wants his head? Or somebody simply messes with him for the laugh?

Was it doings of Othinus?

Did he piss off her (un)accidently? Or she simply pranks him for the laugh?

He wasn't sure.

The burden of confusement weighted his mind down more and more.

Is Kihara Amata on the other side of his phone the part of reality or product of fantasy?

Is this flip phone, which he holds, the part of reality or product of fantasy?

Is this street, in which he is currently on, the part of reality or product of fantasy?

Is this city, in which he currently lives, the part of reality or product of fantasy?

Is this world, in which he currently breathes, the part of reality or product of fantasy?

Is him buying the manga in July 19 st(or 21 st??) was the event registered in reality or fabricated by fantasy?

Is him living and facing all of obstacles in this city were events registered in reality or fabricated by fantasy?

Is him experiencing all of misery and hate before living in Academy City were events registered in reality or fabricated by fantasy?

Is him having dead parents was the fact registered in reality or fabricated by fantasy?

Is him possessing an extraordinary ability and misfortune was the fact registered in reality or fabricated by fantasy?

Is him existing was the fact registered in reality or fabricated by fantasy?

Is him-

"Hey!" shout out the scientist as he interrupted his seemed-to-be-infinite chain of thoughts "Listen, I don't know what is wrong with you or in what problem you stepped on, but don't bring me-".

Having no interest to listen Kihara Amata, Kamijou pressed the red button on his flip phone, closed it and put it back into his pocket.

He gazed on Misawa Cram School, seeing it as a fortress rather than a school.

「"Damn! I'm so really, REALLY confused right now!"｣ with his usual tone of voice, he fiercely scratched his head with his fingernails and spoke to himself. 「"I just sounded like some sort of cuckoo! If it is some sort of esper, if thinks he or she can do whatever he or she likes to my precious mind, I will screw his or her illusions through! I don't know what he wants, but he will pay for that no matter what! I think I'll go inside that school for that! I hope I will be rewarded by raising flag from that maybe-cute sister for experiencing such mind-shitting burden!"｣

After such declaration, the spiky-haired boy set his foot towards the entrance of the Misawa Cram School.

But the boy didn't decide to go to that place for a simple revenge.

Well, it was a reason, but it was more secondary.

There was another, bigger reason.

He felt 'something' in his twisted heart. He felt it after mentioning about that sister.

Why?

He didn't know why.

That is why he went inside that place.

To figure it out.

Hello, everyone! It has been a while, isn't it?

You probably think I returned to continue this story, but actually, no.

Out of no reasons, I decided to finish Izzard Arc just how I planned a long while ago. Basically, the story is continued, but only to the end of this arc. After completing it I will drop this fanfic permanently for good.

So, yeah. I am sorry for crushing hopes to those who wanted it to be returned.

I want to say more, but I will do it at the end of arc.

I hope you liked this chapter!