The rain is pouring on this day. The air is humid, and the mood is dismal. Everyone in the Sakura Empire, and even Azur Lane, can feel it. Amagi's death hit many hard, with many looking up to her as a big sister, a role model, or perhaps having just known of her through such things.

Of course, none were hit harder than Akagi and Kaga. Even those not very close to them could hear Akagi's breakdown. Most people just avoided the mess that was those sisters, even despite their closeness to Amagi.

I'm with Atago and Takao, sparring with Takao while Atago cheers us on. I am waiting for Takao to make a move, standing still and waiting with my bamboo sword in front of me. Takao is holding the sword to her left in a stance oddly reminiscent of a blue jacketed fox..

"C'mon sis! Do something already!" Atago is getting impatient, waving her pom-poms more aggressively. 'Where did she even get those?'

"Now!" I look back at Takao, who is right in my face now. 'Crap!'

I raise my sword to block, only barely catching her blade with my own, but her strength overpowers mine and she drops my sword to the floor, before stepping on it to prevent me from retrieving it. She points her blade at my neck, letting out a quiet "kata" under her breath.

She pulls the blade away from my neck, and I pick mine back up. I turn to look at Atago, who is approaching us now. "Why did you have to distract me? I was finally gonna wait for her to move first."

Takao shakes her head at me, "There will always be distractions in a battle, you must learn to ignore them."

Atago wraps me up in a hug, "Yeah, and besides, where's the fun in being all quiet like you two? You should learn to banter more, and share how you feel!"

I smile a little at her antics, one that most may miss. "You mean like you?"

"Yeah!" She tightens her grip on me, squeezing me even tighter into her bosom. 'Can't… breath…'

She finally lets me go, and I take a gasp of air. Atago looks at me and Takao, before asking "Why did you two spar today anyways? I know you usually do so, but… the whole funeral later sorta kills the mood."

I shake my head, "I don't think so. From what Amagi told me, she would want us to continue on without her, not stop in our tracks for it."

Takao nods, "We should start heading to the funeral now."

"Okay."

I'm standing between Takao and Atago, with Mom behind me. 'It's crazy to think about someone dying, since we don't really age. Then again, with a constant war…'.

As the casket is lowered into the ground, I feel Takao's hand rest on my shoulder, 'Probably for her own mind, rather than my own.'

I see Akagi and Kaga across from us, with Akagi crying her eyes out, and Kaga trying 'keyword; trying', to not do the same.

'I remember Akagi. When I was younger, I was being bullied by a few kids, and she scared them off by accident. When she saw that I wasn't scared of her like the other kids are, she gave me some candy to cheer me up.'

Kaga says something to Akagi, and Akagi recoils before almost hitting Kaga. She has a look of despair on her face, before running back to her home. Kaga calls after her, but seems to be caught between staying at the funeral, or going after Akagi.

I know my choice. I excuse myself before following Akagi, finding her locked in her room.

'How should I do this? I could just knock, but that might seem weird that I followed her. Maybe I could say I came to give my condolences? No, I would just be at the funeral then. What else could I say? Ugh, this is stupid. Why did I follow her out here, to give her comfort? Why do I care?'

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear her open the door. "Huh? Hic, What are you hic doing here?"

I feel my face get warm from embarrassment. "I- I wanted to know… if you… I mean…"

I look down in embarrassment. 'How does Atago do it so easily? Just relax, say what you feel.'

I look back up at Akagi, who has patiently waited for me to collect my thoughts. "I wanted to know… if you're okay."

She looks down at me, stunned into silence. 'Did I upset her?'

She leans down and wraps me in a hug, crying into my shoulder. She lets out a wracked sob, barely getting out the words "thank you." amidst gasps and tears.

She brings me inside, getting some matcha tea ready for the two of us. We drink the tea in silence, and I notice her sobs calm down as she does so.

We spend some time like that, listening to the sound of the rain on the roof, drinking some tea. She offers me some sweets, and I accept. I notice she isn't eating any, and give her half of my chocolate.

She looks at me surprised again, before accepting it with a small smile on her face. 'Seeing her feel a little better… feels good.'

She stands up, telling me to stay where I am.

A few minutes pass by.

She re-enters the room with a copy of her jacket, handing it to me. "Sorry if it doesn't fit you well. But… I hope it shows just how much I appreciate you."

"C… can I try it on?"

She brightens up, "Of course!" She steps out, with a smile on her face.

It is a long black robe, one that currently reaches my ankles, with a purple interior and wide sleeves. There are some small gold engravings along parts of the robe, and a small red string going around each shoulder.

Akagi walks back into the room, gasping at how I look. "You look amazing in it! Although it is a little big, I hope you grow into it. If you don't, you can always come back and I'll get you one custom fit!"

I give her a small smile, responding with "Thank you Akagi, I love it."

She tears up, wrapping me into another hug, burying me into her bosom. 'What's with people and suffocating me? …Well, whatever. She's happy, and I'm glad she is.'

The rain is pouring on this day. The air is humid, and the mood is dismal. Everyone in the Eagle Union, and even Azur Lane, can feel it. Yorktown's death hit many hard, with many looking up to her as a big sister, a role model, or perhaps having just known of her through such things.

Of course, none were hit harder than Enterprise and Hornet. Even those not very close to them could hear Enterprise's breakdown. Most people just avoided the mess that was those sisters, even despite their respect for them.

I'm with Atago and Takao, sparring with Takao while Atago cheers us on. I am waiting for Takao to make a move, standing still and waiting with my bamboo sword in front of me. Takao is doing the same, waiting for my move.

"C'mon sis! Do something already!" Atago is getting impatient, waving her pom-poms more aggressively. 'Where did she even get those?'

"Now!" Takao, thinking I'm distracted, goes in for a strike. I parry her attack, and before she can recover I thrust my blade into her abdomen. I let out a quiet "Kata." under my breath.

I pull my blade back, and as a triumphant smile grazes my features I thrust my sword into the air. Takao smiles and shakes her head, while Atago approaches us.

"I knew you could do it! You even ignored my distraction!"

Takao takes my blade from me, moving to put them away, "Why did you try to distract me anyways? If I paid any less attention, I would've lost."

Takao shakes her head at me, "There will always be distractions in a battle, ignoring them is as much a part of the battle as your opponent."

Atago wraps me up in a hug, "Yeah, and besides, where's the fun in being all quiet like my Sis? You should learn to banter more, and distract your opponent!"

I grin at her antics. "You mean like you?"

"Yeah!" She tightens her grip on me, squeezing me even tighter into her bosom. 'Can't… breath…'

She finally lets me go, and I take a gasp of air. Atago looks at me and Takao, before asking "Why did you two spar today anyways? I know you usually do so, but… the whole funeral later sorta kills the mood."

I shake my head, "I don't think so. From what Yorktown told me, she would want us to continue on without her, not stop in our tracks for it."

Takao nods, "We should start heading to the funeral now."

"Okay."

I'm standing between Takao and Atago, with Mom behind me. 'It's crazy to think about someone dying, since we don't really age. Then again, with a constant war…'.

As the casket is lowered into the ground, I feel Takao's hand rest on my shoulder, 'Probably for her own mind, rather than my own.'

I see Enterprise and Hornet across from us, with Enterprise crying her eyes out, and Hornet trying 'keyword; trying', to not do the same.

'I remember Enterprise. When I was younger, I was being bullied by a few kids, and she told them off for it. When she saw that I was impressed by her, she brought me to get some food.'

Hornet says something to Enterprise, and Enterprise recoils before almost hitting Hornet. She has a look of despair on her face, before running back to her home. Hornet calls after her, but seems to be caught between staying at the funeral, or going after Enterprise.

I know my choice. I excuse myself before following Enterprise, finding her locked in her room.

'How should I do this? I could just knock, but that might seem weird that I followed her. Maybe I could say I came to give my condolences? No, I would just be at the funeral then. What else could I say? Ugh, this is stupid. Why did I follow her out here, to give her comfort? Why do I care?'

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear her open the door. "Eh? Hic, What are you hic doing here?"

I feel my face get warm from embarrassment. "I- I wanted to know… if you… I mean…"

I look down in embarrassment. 'How does Atago do it so easily? Just relax, say what you feel.'

I look back up at Enterprise, who has patiently waited for me to collect my thoughts. "I wanted to know… if you're okay."

She looks down at me, stunned into silence. 'Did I upset her?'

She leans down and wraps me in a hug, crying into my shoulder. She lets out a wracked sob, barely getting out the words "thank you." amidst gasps and tears.

She brings me inside, getting some coffee ready for the two of us. We drink the coffee in silence, and I notice her sobs calm down as she does so.

We spend some time like that, listening to the sound of the rain on the roof, drinking some coffee. She offers me some snacks, and I accept. I notice she isn't eating any, and offer her some of my chips.

She looks at me surprised again, before accepting it with a small smile on her face. 'Seeing her feel a little better… feels good.'

She stands up, telling me to stay where I am.

A few minutes pass by.

She re-enters the room with a copy of her jacket, handing it to me. "Sorry if it doesn't fit you well. But… I hope it shows just how much I appreciate this."

"Can I try it on?"

She brightens up, "Of course." She steps out, with a small smile on her face.

It is a long black jacket, going down to my ankles. It splits into three pieces at the back, one in the middle, and one that moves with each of my arms. It has golden accents for the cuffs and buttons, with a red inside and red line to the pockets.

Enterprise walks back into the room, gasping at how I look. "You look amazing in it! Although it is a little big, I hope you grow into it. If you don't, you can always come back and I'll get you one custom fit."

I give her a small smile, responding with "Thank you Enterprise, I love it."

She tears up, wrapping me into another hug, burying me into her bosom. 'What's with people and suffocating me? …Well, whatever. She's happy, and I'm glad she is.'

If time travel existed, what would you do with it? Most people say that they would save a loved one from dying, or maybe prevent some mass tragedy from occurring. Maybe they would win the lottery, or even just tell themselves not to risk eating that 2 day old meat in the fridge. Regardless, these decisions are based on how it would influence the present, right? But how could it? If it did, then we would have paradoxes created. If we went back in time to stop ourselves from eating that chicken, then the chicken was never eaten, and we would never have a reason to go back and stop ourselves from eating it. It creates a paradox. An equation with no answer.

So I propose this idea; what if going to the past doesn't affect the present? Rather, what if it affects that time's future? Or to make it simpler, what if traveling back in time just lets you go to another universe, one that's behind yours, and you could make changes as you wish. Suddenly not so great, huh? - Excerpt from Remission's journal.