A Certain Unfortunate Trainer

by NeoShadows

Kamijou Touma was your average Pokemon Trainer in Academy City. Except he had no Ability or Pokemon as a lowly Level-0 with a weird right hand that brought him misfortune. But upon meeting Index, a girl who memorized a library of forbidden books on Pokemon myths and legends, that normal school life would change. When Science, Magic, and Pokemon meet, a story is told.

2. Poke-In-dex

NeoShadows back at it again! Bit late, aren't I?

I have my reasons; blame a certain writer. Once I finished uploading this story, with plans to get back to writing my main Index story, I decided to take a break and read a story I had on the old backlog of stories I got. It was supposed to be one chapter. Cue Saturday at 4am in the morning and I'm still reading without having done much at all. I realized at that moment, 'Shit...I've barely written anything at all. Welp! I guess there's no helping a delay; I can very well blame the author of the story I'm reading though. Which I will.'

So, here I am, updating something to keep everyone happy. I'll be working double-time to finish A Certain Influx of Time Traveling Misfits to be uploaded sometime this week. So, enjoy a little treat while you all wait. First and foremost though; reviews!

D. N. Works: Yeah, it took me a lot of time to think over how Magic and Abilities would work as I planted Academy City in the Pokemon world. Let me tell ya; it was tough to wrap my own head around but I think I got a good concept going now. This chapter alone should help to answer how Espers work a bit. An Esper's Ability doesn't exactly focus on one Move from a Pokemon, but more like thier Personal Reality hones in on a specific aspect of a Pokemon; be it Move, Ability, or even physiology. I'll give you one example; A Level-1 Esper has gained an Ability that allows them to make thier targets slower based on Speed differences; said power had been awakened due to their Pokemon having learned Trick Room. Their Personal Reality had, for some reason, built itself on that potential that the Esper's Pokemon already. It's like they found a spark to create a flame, one that would grow bigger and more unique in time. More will be explained as the story progresses, so don't worry.

Calderoneric758: Good guess, but nope. That's a secret that will be revealed eventually.

Jazzrapper: Ya think so? Well, we'll see.

Mr. Question: ...Ya bastard. I only have you to blame for the delay in my work as of late! Apologize, apologize right now for stealing all of my attention this past week! Do you even know how long I've been trying to finish reading A Certain Unknown Level 0? Nearly two years since I discovered ToAru, on-again, off-again, I would attempt to finish reading your monster of a story only to be defeated as I had to drop it to get to both my real work and fan work. Even now, I've just recently made it to Uihara's Arc, the longest arc of the story! I don't know how ArmoredCore9Ball did it. But putting aside the fact that you've distracted me, severely, I thank you for your review. Really, I'm a big fan of your work. both you and AC9B inspired me to give writing for Index a try. It's really flattering to hear a review from ya. I remember that it had taken me a good month or so of planning to make Academy City work in the world of Pokemon without making the setting seem out of place. I kept scratching my brain before going, 'Eh, this is a world where you can catch God and name him SnuggleBuns; I think it'll work out.' Not to say that I just copied and pasted the world of ToAru without any thought. I guess it's up to the fans to say whether that 'mix' I cooked up is to their tastes. Kamachi was right; Touma's the kind of character that could fit just about anywhere if done right. Creating the setting that combined Pokemon and ToAru was difficult but fitting Touma in wasn't really a hassle. I do plan on mostly sticking with the events that have taken place in the video games rather than the anime or manga; I might throw in a few things though from either two that I like. As for the whole God thing; I think that it's the same thing as addressing God as Father, Lord, and Creator with the addition of Arceus following under the same category. As for the Z-Moves and such; I'm keeping my excited lips sealed for the future fun to be had. Though, just like the newest games as of late, Academy City does have its own special system that you'll see here. As for Touma's status as a Pokemon-less Trainer, you'll have to wait and see how this all ends. April 11th came and went, but it's here now! Enjoy as I have with your own work!... Seriously though, stop distracting me!

Guest: I answer this because it is a good question; No, I will sadly not write Lemons. I mean, I've experimented before in writing Lemons-I wrote a few for a One-Shot collection of future stories for RWBY under the name of Arc Works-I'm not so sure about writing them now. Maybe one day when I'm feeling adventurous. Though there won't be any shortness of ecchiness!

Dark Tyrant-Fool: Huh, I didn't think about the whole Pokemon Grunt thing; works well though! I'm sure you'll love the original stuff I come up with even when implemented within canon events. Also happy you've enjoyed my stories!

AirChampion: Ah, I know the one you're talking about that's written by Darkbetrayer, right? Good fic, but I wished it focused more on Touma.

Reviews are done and we got a fresh story up for your hungry eyes! Dig in and scroll away!

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Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to A Certain Magical Index or Pokemon. Both rights are reserved to Kazuma Kamachi and Gamefreak respectively. Currently, I am nursing a bruised neck that I swear is sprained. I did not know that laughing too hard while sitting on an office chair will cause said chair to lean one side, spin the wheels at an angle, and slam you to the ground with enough force to knock everything off your desk as your head slams against the wall nearby. I don't care what anyone says; Adam Sandler flicks are entertaining. If I must be recognized as trash with no real sense of humor, so be it and fuck you.

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Chapter 2: Poke-In-dex.

CROSSING_Types.

Between The Lines 1.

"That fat wad was caught with his hands in the cookie jar again. No surprise Anti-skill nabbed him. He better not be expecting us to pay for his bail this time. We made it clear that we weren't risking our selves for anyone else when our plans are this far ahead! Especially an idiot that should have grown up once he's been handed with responsibility!"

It was a dimly lit room, a common setting for those who wished to keep themselves hidden from nosy eyes. From the looks of it, it appeared to be a single room that acted as both the living room and kitchen with no bathroom in sight. In that single room home, a lone figure could be seen sitting back in their gamer designed chair with a bored expression before a computer screen on their desk, their vermillion eyes reflecting the light of the computer's screen. The listened listlessly at the several Pokemon-themed profiles on the screen spoke.

There were four profiles of Poison-Type Pokemon each labeled with a name.

Ghastly; Gebi.

Toxicroak; Byoki.

Arbok; Saiua.

And lastly Garbadour; Gomi, whose profile was shaded gray.

The Toxicroak profile, Byoki, spoke irritably to all those listening to the group chat.

"The fat idiot knew he was supposed to lay low! That meant, no getting caught by Anti-skill or Judgment dogs for the next week! But nooooooooo! He'd thought he could sneak in some molesting on the side when he was supposed to meet with me about that shipment arriving in Academy City tonight! Do you know how hard it was to nab THAT by myself when it was being guarded by scary looking security that I'm sure don't fit in with Anti-skill?!"

"But you did steal what we need; right?" A strict feminine voice spoke through the Arbok profile.

"Tch, I did. We're lucky to have gotten that nifty program when we did. If it wasn't for Ball-Lock or those poisons we've been mixing up for the past month, I'd have been screwed. Knowing how Academy City's higher-ups are, my little ambush won't be making the news to protect their personal interests. If anyone were to discover that those snobbish pricks were researching THAT in Academy City, there'd be an uproar that would put an Exploud to shame."

"I only care about the mission being a success. As for Gomi-san; forget him. We've got all that we need now to move on to the final phase of our operation. Loose ends will be cut even if they're one of our own."

"But that's bro we're talking about here!" The Ghastly profile, Gebi, shouted angrily to the others, "We can't just forget about him like that! That's seriously fucked up!"

"You only care because that fat lard is the one who brought you into our ranks. And while he may have been good in creating toxic fumes that mess with Espers' ability to calculate their abilities, he was also dead weight that sent you younger kids out on mindless errands."

"Byoki has a point. Besides, I was never a fan of his hobby." Saiua spat venomously, "He was an enemy of woman everywhere; family or not. Let this be a lesson for him to not think with his dick."

The Ghastly profile grew quiet, silently seething at the majority vote to abandon one of their own. It seemed that out of all those who were participating in the chat, he was the only one vocally upset. After several moments of silence, Byoki sighed irritably before speaking up again with a bored tone.

"Look, if you're that pissed about that fat wad being sent away than I can help. Gomi used his one phone call to reach out to me, begging me to bail him out. Obviously we're not going to help, but even locked up, he's not useless. If it's alright with everyone else then you can visit him under the false pretense of promising to help him out. Speak to him about who's responsible for his arrest. I believe that despite his actions, we as an organization can't let this slight slide either."

Everyone seemed to agree, even the silent figure watching over the group's chat. Those had gathered around another under the humiliating title of Ones Without Power had their pride. In a way, they saw themselves as a family who all believed in one strong desire. At times, those thugs fought with another, argued, even hurt another, but they all had come together to achieve one goal that they all strived for despite how they would fight another. If one of them was beaten, then they would beat back?

"Ugh, I suppose we do have to take care of whoever beat Gomi up. We're Level 0s, we can't let anyone think we're as pathetic as that enemy to women everywhere. A lesson has to be taught in the name of Toxic Hazard."

A cruel laugh escaped from Gebi's picture, one promising pain to whoever would be in his sights.

"That's what I'm seriously talking about! I'll go see him later tomorrow! If I can't get him out then I can at least seriously take out the bitch who's fucked with one of our own!"

Ghastly's display grew gray, leaving the chat group to prepare for his personal vendetta.

Byoki clicked their tongue, "That brat puts that fat lard in far too bright a light. I know this organization believes in gay shit like family bonds and all that, but there's a line. If one of your brothers's a molester, then you leave him out to dry in his own mistakes. His mess shouldn't drag along my dumb little siblings."

"Enemy of woman."

"You still on that, Saiua-san? You're starting to creep me out here. I can feel your feminine rage cooking my skin from the screen! When you'd evolve into a Fire-Type?!"

The silent party of the group finally spoke.

"We begin with our plan in five days, understood? Byoki-san will take care of gathering the final materials that are needed for the band and Saiua-san will take care of researching the files we've taken from Academy City's labs in regards to searching the appropriate location for the activation requirements. If all goes well, we won't have to worry about our positions in this lousy city for much longer."

No one could see the faces of those behind the Poison Type Pokemon profiles, but they could guess one was grinning eagerly and the other was smirking coldly.

"Level-0s like us are fodder, huh? Those who acknowledge children as worthless have no right to call themselves adults! But if they wish to poison the pure minds of those kids then it's only fair they get a taste of the venom they've developed!"

"This city is also a great enemy to woman. Those with no power or Pokemon to defend themselves are at the mercy of those who could do whatever they want with them. I can't let that stand. Such a toxic environment must be brought to its knees to feel the same sting!"

A sweet smile coated with poisonous intent grew on the lone figure's face. Vermilion eyes reflected the computer's screen as their owner switched the display onto another screen. What was displayed was the image of an odd stone that gave an ominous purple-pink glow. It reminded one of a broken star bit.

"We are the toxin created by those who cared little about the damage they were doing to their test Mankey. And we will distribute that poison back into the environment that allowed such damage to continue; the sickness known as Powerless. I'll make sure that it's a rocking good time for everyone!"

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Waking up to no air conditioning on a hot summer morning wasn't a pleasant experience. Less so when you know that in some way, you were the cause for your own misfortune. Kinda; it was all that bug zapper's fault.

With groan mixed with a yawn, Touma rose up from his sweat-soaked bed with his damp dark hair sticking to his face. Right, he almost forgot that his hair was actually that long without his gel sticking them up in his signature spikes. What was the name of the magazine he had gotten the hairstyle from again? Thankfully his hair was still sticky from the leftover gel, allowing him to quickly fix his signature spikes. On that note, he probably needed a shower.

"Hoot-Hoot! Hoot-Hoot! Hoot-Hoot!"

'. . .I call bullshit. How the hell is the alarm clock working when all the power's been knocked out!? Why is that the only thing that actually works right now! What about the ACCCCCCCCCCC!?'

Hoothoot styled alarm clock on Touma's nightstand was knocked down by his aggravated, sweaty fist. Waking up in a sweat was not good for one's head. And to make matters just as bad-to-worst, he caught the whiff of something as foul as the Garbodor he fought yesterday. His crinkled nose turned him to the direction of his fridge in his small one person, one room dorm that at least included a small yet full bathroom. He felt his heart caught in a vice as he kicked off his sheets and ran for the kitchen. Swinging the fridge wide open released an even more sour smell that left him with tears.

Not of the stench, but of the victims of a certain Electromaster's bratty fit. At the moment, it was no longer a fridge but a coffin.

"M-My-my-my FOOOOOOOOODDDDD!"

What little he had left to survive the week was gone! All of it, the half-gallon of milk, the seven eggs, the carton of orange juice, three cans of green tea, the single can of chilled can dark coffee, the newly bought pork, the noodles; all of it was rotten! Even the Yakisoba bread he was lucky enough to snag was nothing but a mushy, lukewarm, corpse!

Touma fell onto his knees, his face stricken by tears as he mourned the loss of his meals.

In his grief, the spiky-haired boy felt something soggy hit his knees. It wasn't food as he expected once he glanced down to find something soggy and colorful. He could just barely make out the now water damaged pictures and letters of what he could only guess were manga that swam by.

Sadly they weren't his. Said now ruined manga belonged to his friends. The sight of which brought a twitch to his brow at their contents.

'Desires of a Maidly Little Step Sister, Part-2? PokeSlut's Full Moon Adventures? My Gardevoir Can't Be This Sexy?...WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS CRAP!?'

Somehow those two perverted friends of his must-have sneaked into his room, most likely breaking the lock he had felt was too loose, and dropped off their personal filth into his bookshelf! Touma could even spy a damp note on one of the damaged dirty books from a certain Blue Hair with Piercings.

'Better read up, Kami-yan! We'll be having an in-depth conversation over these fetishes during our next class! Oh, and remember to hand them back to me without any questionable stains. Don't get too carried away. They're limited editions from both yours truly.'

Did that...did that mean that this poor Kamijou-san was responsible for paying them both back for the ruined hentai? What bullshit! He didn't want this!

'I'm a man of finer tastes, damn it! I'm not into little sisters, pokeality, or asses! I'm a Dorm Manager Onee-san man!'

This morning wasn't off to a good start at all. No power, no air conditioning on a hot morning, all his food was spoiled, and he was now going to have to add repaying the water damage hentai or get into another brawl with the two idiots that made up the Delta Force alongside him. Why the hell was his life full of ill-fortune? He didn't do anything wrong to deserve all these events that were better off set in some manga!

"Cacka! Cacka!"

The cackling of an all too familiar bird could be heard mocking Touma's early morning troubles. A quick glance back revealed a certain taunting Murkrow standing on the railing of his balcony. The Murkcrow, Zenchou, cackled with a wing pointing at the dark aura over the always unfortunate spiky-haired boy, its expression speaking of nothing but mocking laughs and teary eyes.

Slowly, Touma stood back up with his shoulders slouched. The dark miasma of misfortune that leaked from his body grew denser in the Dark-Type's eyes before Zenchou found the spiky-haired boy's glowing red eyes glaring at him.

"That's right, all my meat's spoiled now. And I don't have the funds to buy any more without them being discounted. Which means I'm going to need to find some other way to provide myself with the ever crucial proteins that all growing boys need!"

Sweat began to fall from Zenchou's feathered head as a dark glint gleam from the grin on the human embodiment of Dark-Types.

"And what better form of protein than bird? Oh? Zenchou, I didn't see ya there? I guess some grain of luck has fallen onto my lap for once. Thank Kami-sama for this succulent source of meat!"

That there was Zenchou's cue to fly off before it found itself as delicious Murkcrow Katsu.

Charging at the window screen door for some free chicken to replace his lost pork, Touma stepped out to the balcony to see his ever cackling nemesis take off with a cry into the skies of Academy City. Well, at least that solved one of his troubles for the day. Maybe. Honestly, knowing that taunting dark feathered bastard, Zenchou would be back later today to drop off a few white bombs. Scratching his head as he watched Zenchou flap his wings with what he could only guess was a bird's equivalent to a snicker, Touma sighed deeply and leaned back on the door of the balcony with his eyes fixed on the blue sky.

"Though the skies are clear and bright, it seems this Kamijou-san's future is full of gloom and misfortune." he smiled wistfully.

Morbid, huh? Well, there was no use whining, crying, or sulking about his circumstances. He wasn't a child anymore after all. In all the years since he had arrived in Academy City, a world devoid of things such as superstition or faith, he had grown past his own rotten past. All he could do was bare with it and continue on.

That was all this simple, average, ordinary high school boy could do to maintain the 'normal' life he had found.

"Hmm?"

Touma blinked in confusion, his eyes now landing on the balcony railing. A white object was thrown over the railing like a sheet or a futon. Did he take out his spare futon to dry or something? When did he do that; let alone wash it? He was out of detergent if remembered right.

'Well, I better take in back in.' Weird as it was, it was better to not ask questions and just grab it. He was lucky that Zenchou hadn't crapped all over it or that it fell off. Reaching out for it, his fingers stopped moments from touching the futon once he finally got a good look at it. His eyes went wide as he froze perfectly still.

The futon wasn't a futon. Now that he had a better look at it, he found the bed was rising slightly. It was moving; it was breathing. A bluish silver of hair cascaded from the so-called futon as Touma noticed the golden embroidery that reminded him of a Galarian teacup. He gulped as the human-shaped futon twitched, raising its head to reveal drowsy ocean green eyes that blinked in surprise at the head of spiky hair in its blurry vision.

A girl, a silver-haired holy Sister, laid over the railing of a certain Kamijou's balcony.

Eyes of seafoam green met deep blue.

Two worlds intersected as the wind blew past them to ruffle their hair on the bright sunny morning in a city that defied myth and denied teachings of gods. This was the start, the spark, of things to come that would shake both sides of the world of Pokemon to come.

Touma swallowed dryly, unsure what to say as the strange girl continued to stare at him with innocent curiosity. He didn't have to say anything though as the silver-haired Sister smiled brightly at the stranger who's balcony she had fallen on.

"I'm hungry!"

Twitch. For reasons Touma couldn't understand as of yet, he felt his right brow twitch in annoyance. What kind of idiot says 'I'm hungry!' to someone they've never met while waking up on their doorstep!? And what the hell was a nun of a people here of all places? This was Academy City, a man-made region that rejected the notions of fantasy, myth, and religion for science and facts. The last place a nun would ever venture to would be a souless world like this.

"Hey! Can't you hear me? I said I'm hungry!"

Again, that twitch grew more profound as Touma stared a the brightly faced nun who demanded food. Was she serious? Think about where you are first! Wasn't this trespassing? That's breaking the law, Sister-san!

"Staaaaarrrrvvvviiiinnnggg! I'm absolutely starving! Not even a Munchlaw could compare it's hunger with mine right now!"

'How the hell is a statement like that going to make me do anything! Y-You'll probably eat me out of my house and home! W-W-Wait! Why did I just now feel a terrifying chill crawl down my spine?!'

Those expecting green eyes continued to drill holes into Touma's being, pouting as they kicked their feet in waiting for their pleas to be answered. Touma scratched his head, grumbling as he knew he just couldn't leave the girl like that. Even if she was some kind of lousy home invader.

"Do...you wanna come in then?" Touma asked tiredly, receiving an all too eager nun from the girl.

With a small grunt, the silver-haired Sister got off from the balcony railing and patted herself off of the dirt that had clung onto her robe. She smiled happily at the spiky-haired boy as he moved back into his dorm to allow her entry. For a boy who carried the oddest aura of gloom, he was awfully kind to offer sanctuary.

"Thank you, Stranger-san! I hope you have some yummy food to feed me!"

'Awfully presumptuous of you to think I'm giving you anything.' Touma thought in annoyance as he lead the far too bright girl into his home. Shutting the glass frame behind them, he was once again reminded of the state of his home due to the lack of power. Already, he could feel himself sweating. A glance back at the trailing nun though revealed that she didn't notice the humidity at all. In fact, she appeared unfazed and even cooled?

What a weird girl. Was she actually a cosplayer? That must have been it. One that could apparently control their own body heat.

'Alright, I now have an unwanted guest who appeared out of nowhere, passed out on my balcony, now demanding to be fed. What do I do?'

Call Anti-Skill? Surely they would know how to handle this situation better than some high school boy ever could. That actually sounded like a smart idea. Now, where was his phone again? Of course, he lost it somewhere.

In the meantime, he supposed that he could at least offer the girl a drink to settle her down. He could at least act as a kind host until she was out of his place. Besides, from a glance back at the out of place nun, she already made herself at home; she was happily sitting at the small dining room table in the middle of the dorm with that bright smile of her expectant face. For some reason, he couldn't help but picture her with a wagging tail and dog ears, kinda like a Growlithe.

Cracking open the now powerless fridge, Touma grabbed a can of canned tea that was now close to room temp and offered it to the more than grateful bluish silver-haired nun. With a hum on her lips, she popped open the can and chugged it down, sighing happily before speaking.

"That certainly was refreshing! Now, I would be more than delighted if you were to feed me until I was full!"

'Feed you? I barely have enough to feed myself until I'm full! The hell are you, some kind of wandering Munchlax that's real intent is to scarf what I have left in my fridge?!' Touma scratched the back of his head with an irritated sigh as he walked to the living room table, only to freeze as his left foot felt something squishy underneath his toes. Slowly, his eyes gazed down.

The yakisoba bread, now no doubt sour. A devious thought popped up to that normal high school boy's head.

Honestly, he really didn't feel like playing the host. He had to deal with calling his dorm manager to fix his lack of power, clean up the sopping mess that was his friend's dirty hentai mangas, shower, and get ready for his remedial lessons on an empty stomach. He was in a grumpy mood and didn't really want to deal with the hungry girl.

So, what better way to get rid of the girl than have her leave voluntarily?

As discretely as possible, Touma bent down and reached for the rotten yakisoba. Smiling, he then moved over to the silver-haired nun with his hand gesturing to the noodle bread.

"Well, if you're hungry, I just might have the thing to take care of that barking stomach."

Any girl would reel back from the sour smell of what this Kamijou-san was offering them and promptly run out with a girlish scream. Maybe even a slap to the face with an indignant glare. After all, what kind of weirdo would accept some off-putting meal from a stranger?

"Thank you for the meal!"

CHOMP!

". . .Hmm?"

For a good minute, Touma stopped to stare at his left hand as he swore he felt teeth clamping down onto his digits. That wasn't right. Wait, was he seeing things, or was there really a small silver-haired Sister munching down onto his entire hand that held out a rotten yakisoba bread with a pleased expression on her face? He'd pinch himself to break him out of his odd dream if it wasn't for the sensation of a girl's teeth vigorously biting his hand finally hitting his senses.

"GYYYHHHHAAAAAA!"

It felt like one of those wild Poochyena's fangs were responsible for the pain! Was this girl even human, or was she some new type of Pokemon/Human hybrid created by Academy City?!

And so, with a happily feasting nun biting down onto his left hand, Touma's morning devolved into flailing a pious Sister off his hand with tears streaking down his face.

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"Just how the hell did it come to this?"

For the life of him, Touma wasn't sure how he found himself sitting across the Home Invading Sister, who now hummed with several bags of chips and snacks for her to devour, all while he blew over the bite marks of the ravenous girl.

He should have kicked the girl to the curb after she had nearly swallowed his hand whole. Anyone would have despite the girl being a Sister. Or a cosplayer in his honest opinion; what kind of nun eats that much junk food when they preached about gluttony being a sin? But instead, he found himself offering her to sit and eat from his stash of snacks he kept in case of an emergency. A stash that was just about depleted.

'She's a Munchlax, there's no doubt about it. Somehow, Academy City engineered an Esper with the appetite of the Big Eater Pokemon who's hobby was to dress up as a nun. That's the only explanation for this girl's appetite!'

Internally, he was crying over his loss of food. It looked like he was going to have to involuntary slim down this week until his parents sent over his allowance. He'd have time to grieve properly after he was done dealing with his guest.

"So, what's your name anyway?" First thing's first; who was this girl? Touma scratched the back of his head out of habit as the silver-haired Sister paused shoving several handfuls of chips into her small mouth.

Despite the various crumbs over her face, the home invader smiled innocently without shame, "My name is Index Librorum Prohibitorum of the Galar English Church of Necarrius. But you can just call me Index!"

"Index Libro-What kind of name is that?!" Touma couldn't help but ask in disbelief. Wasn't that the kind of name a video game heroine had or something? It was too long to be a normal girl's name!

Wait, did she say Galar? Like the Galar Region? So, she was a foreigner than. That only brought up more questions. Academy City had strict security in place due to its research being highly sought by other regions. No one without the proper clearance and paperwork could enter; heavy surveillance would also be placed on them to make sure they weren't spies or invaders who would threaten Academy City's safety. The land-lock region was very strict with who was allowed to enter, disbarring even fellow Pokemon Researchers as Professor Oak of Kanto from entering or even chatting with other researchers. The only time visitors could ever enter were those of family belonging to Espers, important political figures, or during special events that showed off Academy Citys proudest scientific achievement; Espers.

That ruled out being a tourist? Was she a child of some important figure visiting, who got lost?

"So, what are you doing here, Index-san? You get lost from your family or something? I'd find it hard to believe you were an actual nun visiting Academy City; a place like this isn't exactly welcoming to religious types like yourself." Touma asked as he took a sip of his own can of tea.

For once, the silver-haired Sister's face had lost its innocence. She stopped her feasting to look down with a solemn glint in her emerald eyes.

"I was running away from some bad people who were after my life. I took to the nearby rooftops to evade their attacks with my partner when I lost consciousness after losing them. I guess I must have fallen down and landed onto your balcony." she answered softly.

'You fell down onto the railing of my balcony? From the looks of it, you most likely landed on either your back or your stomach. A fall like that should have broken your spine though. You should be hurt in some way.' Yet Touma couldn't find any sign of harm on the girl. She spoke as if she hadn't broken a single bone, let alone suffer a scratch on her white habit. And did she say she was being chased by people after her life?!

This whole situation had suddenly taken a whole new turn. The air suddenly felt heavy as Touma gulped and Index continued. Her face had lost that innocence completely, shifting into a serious gaze that made that young girl's expression more mature as she spoke.

"I am Index Librorum Prohibitorum; Holder of 103,000 Forbidden Grimoires that details the forbidden knowledge and history of a world beyond our own. It is because of this library, delivered to use by mythical Pokemon, that I believe that they are after me."

"...They?"

"A Magic Cabal; An organization of Magicians who wield spells by refining mana in order to use magic and conjure spells."

Touma stared blankly at the serious Sister. Thousands of Magical Books? Spells? Mythical Pokemon? Magicians? Magic?

"PFFFFTTTT-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

The serious mood fell apart as Touma fell back from the dining table. His laughter shook his body as he couldn't help but roll around with tears running down his face.

What the hell was he growing anxious about? This was just some girl messing with him with talks of things that don't exist. Magic? What kind of Light Novel nonsense was she going on about?

Calming himself down with a few snorts, he looked back to the pouting cosplayer with a playful smirk.

"Stop kidding around, Index-san. Magic doesn't exist, it's make-believe. Don't believe all those animes on tv, that kind of stuff rots the brain of kids like you." Touma joked with a roll of his eyes.

Wait, she was from Galar, right? A foreigner who most likely knew nothing but speculations and rumors of Academy City. And she was being harassed by people with supernatural abilities?

Now it made sense.

"If what you're referring to as Magic in Academy City is your proof, then you're mistaken. What you see is nothing more than the Abilities of Espers; Psychic Powers birthed through Science by creating one's with Personal Reality to gain power in the realm of a Pokemon. By using drugs like Aspirin and Steroids, Hypnosis, the stimulus to the brain or muscles using sound, anyone can be Enhanced and become an Esper. It's all done using scientific theory and study, nothing childish as magic or fantasy." he explained.

Really, the kid shouldn't have been messing around about things like people coming after her life. She was probably just picked on by a couple of Espers who felt like showing off their powers. That sort of idiots was rather common and usually dealt with by a good old punch with Imagine Breaker. Adopting a serious face, he addressed the silver-haired girl.

People who went on about things like Magic, Fate, Curses, and make-believe nonsense without any facts to back them up; they were the worst kind of people he had the displeasure of dealing with. The kind he no longer wished to deal with in this world of Science. Academy City was a world that disproved those lies and excuses. It was a haven for those who wished to escape such a weak-minded reality.

A world like that did not exist.

"Unless it's explained with Science and Fact, I won't believe it. Magic doesn't exist; End of story. So, stop messing around and tell me the truth." he scoffed.

The pout on the childish Sister only grew to resemble a Patrat's fat cheeks.

"But Magic does exist! It does, it does, it does!"

"Yeah, and whining while flailing your arms around is really convincing me of that. It really does, Index-san." Touma said flatly as the girl began to roll around like a fussy child. "If what you say is true, then perform a spell or something. Create a wisp of fire, make my furniture levitate, create an illusion. Maybe then I'll believe you."

Index stopped, laying flat on her back as she grumbled.

"I can't, I'm unable to perform Magic."

Wasn't that convenient?

"Than you have no proof. See, without proof, evidence that can't be argued, then it's nothing more than nonsense." Touma explained lazily before standing up to get a better view of the sprawled nun.

Touma blinked, swearing he could see an outline of the girl where she once laid before she vanished. Alright, she disappeared. Maybe that was the magic she was talking about? His ears suddenly picked up the sound someone in his kitchen, turning him around to find the silver-haired girl running back with a silver glint in her flailing small hands.

It was a knife, a Boning Knife to be precise. Used to remove bones from meats, slice away the skin, and make thin, precise cuts.

He suddenly no longer felt safe in his own home.

"I-Index-san! Please, don't get upset about your childish fantasies being nothing more than a lie! I assure you, the blood-splattered onto the ground from that blade isn't make-believe! Don't forget that murder is a sin too!"

"Stab me, and then you'll see!"

"Eh?"

The sharp pointed nine-inch blade was no longer waving in Index's hand. She now smugly held it out to him, waiting for the spiky-haired boy to take it. And thrust it into her petite form.

A set of headlines suddenly popped into Touma's brain, showing the vision of a disgraced spiky-haired boy being lead away by Anti-Skill.

'Local Teen Kills Foreigner; Says She Asked Him To Stab Her Because of Magic.'

"Though it may not look it, this holy habit that I wear is embroiled with powerful Magic. It's known as The Walking Church, containing all the benefits that a Church offers in Sanctuary and Protection. My own is also designed after the Holy Shroud of Turin, amplifying its defensive properties to Pope Class. Physical and Magical attacks of any magnitude are absorbed by my habit's cloth, so not much as a scratch from a meager blade like this can harm me. Even attacks performed by Pokemon wouldn't be able to so much as damage a fiber. Not unless the Dragon of St. George of Galar descends from the heavens to attack me." she explained expertly.

"What part of any of what you just said was supposed to make sense to me!?"

"Just stab me already and see! Or bring out your Pokemon and have it fire off some kind of attack at me! Fire a Hyper Beam and see the wonders of Magic first hand!"

"How can you say something so alarming with such an eager face!? I don't want to be seen as a murderer! And I don't even have a Pokemon to attack you with, you masochist!" Touma grunted as he found himself having to fend off the bright Nun who tried to hand him the deadly weapon.

Index frowned lightly, noticing the slight bitter expression on Touma's face.

"You don't have a Pokemon?"

At the moment, the boning knife seemed to slip out of Index's grip like a bar of soapy soap. It jumped into the air spinning like a disk before nose-diving down. The thin pointed blade perfectly slipped in between Touma's toes, cutting between the bottom digits and slicing the skin accurately.

Touma cried out as blood seeped from the cut between his toes, jumping back from Index as he held the wound with tears.

"Damn it, what are the fucking odds?!"

Falling back onto his couch, the unfortunate spiky-haired teen glared lightly at the surprised nun. For some reason, she was taken back by his comment. She wouldn't be the first.

"Y-Yeah, this Kamijou-san doesn't have a Pokemon. Big deal. Out of just about everyone in the world, I don't have a Pokemon by my side. Honestly, who cares?"

He certainly didn't. At least, not anymore.

Back to the subject at hand, Touma stared back at the white habit Index was so adamant about. If what she said was right, it was Magic that made it impervious to any kind of harm. It was supernatural. Which meant-

"You say that your outfit is made with Magic, right? Than my Imagine Breaker should be able to reduce it to dust."

Index shifted her gaze to Touma's right hand, stretched out for her to see. She frowned, suddenly feeling an odd shiver run down her back at the sight of the simple hand that displayed nothing special.

"Imagine Breaker?"

"This hand has the ability to negate supernatural phenomenon like it was nothing. Even something like a bolt of lightning called down from the sky, or a Railgun, created by supernatural power, doesn't stand a chance and is easily destroyed." Touma explained as he carefully flexed the fingers of his right hand.

It was only because of the strange environment that was Academy City, did Touma discover the power that he held within his right hand. If he had never stepped into this city region that coexisted with Pokemon, he might have never realized he could snuff out a Fire Blast with nothing more than a snap of his right hand. Because only in such a supernatural brimmed environment as this would he be dumb enough to even think about smashing his fist against flames that would reduce trees to ash in seconds.

"If that robe of yours is truly made with Magic, then my Imagine Breaker will destroy it, right?"

The silver-haired nun didn't appear convinced.

"Your right hand can cancel out the magic born to withstand the very breath of Mythical Pokemon? Who's making stuff up now?"

Feeling confident, Index walked over to the spiky-haired boy and stood right in front of him. She glanced at the right hand, said to render even Magic useless, with amusement.

"Fine, go ahead than. Place your almighty hand upon me, and negate the protection of God. Unless you're just trying to impress me." she winked playfully.

Touma growled in annoyance. He didn't even bother to get up from the couch as he gently jabbed his right hand at Index's shoulder.

"Fine, don't say I didn't warn you!"

Seconds ticked by upon contact.

Nothing happened.

"Tch, you were full of crap, weren't you? Magic my ass. It's nothing but a simple robe!"

"Says the boy with a make-believe right hand! What kind of name is Imagine Breaker anyway? Is this just an excuse to touch a womanly nun of the cross!?"

"What kind of-!"

SHATTER!

It happened suddenly with the sound of breaking glass.

Several tears ran along Index's habit before the torn fabric burst off of her slender body. The sudden action took the Sister by surprise as she stumbled back. Her foot stepped onto a discarded can that had been on the dining room table, causing her to fall forward with a shout.

Soft, creamy pale flesh fell upon Touma as he leaned back on his seat upon witnessing Index's robe tear apart before his eyes. On instinct, he tried to catch her as she fell; both hands caught her naked waist as her hands landed on his shoulders for support. The position she had landed on him was certainly...something.

The holy Sister's legs were split apart over his waist, her petite soft and creamy behind resting onto his crouch as her breasts were firmly pressed against his own chest. Index's shocked face was close to his own, her bluish silver-haired cascading over his face. His dark blue eyes met her green gaze along with their breath crossing over the other from the surprised gasp that escaped their lips.

"Eh?"

As this hentai-ish Event occurred, a certain object fell to the ground with the loss of Index's Walking Church. The red and white ball hit the ground with a tap. The button on the ball was pressed upon contact with the floor, releasing a beam of red energy to release the Pokemon from within.

A fluffy cotton ball Pokemon blinked upon being freed from its Pokeball. The Wooloo gazed around its new surroundings curiously. It wondered where its partner was, hoping she was safe from their... enemies.

It didn't take long until the Wool Pokemon found its master, and in a sinful position.

The cuddly, soft, cute Pokemon did what it must at that moment as its adorable eyes narrowed.

"WWWOOOLLLOOOOO!"

Touma heard the sounds of what could only be a warcry before he found himself under the attack of a fluff ball and a Nun's teeth. In the mix of the battle cries of Pokemon and its master, he could only whimper.

"Such Misfortune."

---

'Everything hurts.'

This morning had been a lot more chaotic than normal, that was for sure. Touma couldn't remember the last time he nursed this many small wounds in the early morning.

It had been a strange morning, to say the least; one of the strangest he'd ever had in Academy City. And that was coming from a guy who had always seemed to find himself dealing with the craziest of events in a city comprised of Espers and Pokemon. But it was over, so he could resume going about his normal life.

"What the hell happened to you this time, Kami-yan? Did the usual gang of Poochy's pounce on ya again? If so, why aren't you at the nurses' office? Can't you see this is a missed opportunity to gain some more points with the nurse!? This just screams an Event, a Flag, a chance to add a Nurse Type to your conquest! Why the hell are you making such a noob move!?"

Currently, this Kamijou Touma was resting his weary head onto the cool surface of his desk. Various bite marks were spread about his skin, telling the unfortunate tale of his morning's events.

Summer classes were in session now, stealing away Touma's hopes of a fun summer holiday without the worries of school work and attendance. And as much as he had wished to be anywhere but here, Touma had forced his wounded body to school. The last thing he wanted was to fail and be held back.

With a tired gaze, Touma glanced at his desk neighbor. The boy had blue hair, piercings, and an ever shut eyes that reminded him of a sly fox. The boy's name was Aogami Pierce. Or that was what they all believed. Truth be told, no one really knew what that pervert's real name was.

"Stop talking crap, Aogami. And what the hell do you mean by conquest?" Touma said tiredly.

"What else do ya think I mean? Your conquest to capture the heart of every female trope that walks this world! Don't tell me you're still on about simply capturing the heart of only one trope? One girl is simply far beneath you, Kami-yan!" Aogami shouted passionately in the class full of delinquents and idiots, "Before the deadly disease known as Kami-yan Disease, all tropes are powerless to your simple charms! Nekos, Doctors, Nurses, School Staff, Secretaries, Champions, Ace Trainer's, Ojous, Poke-girls, Delinquents, Punks, Royalty, Maids, Time Travelers, Celebrities, Idols, MILFS, Gods, Fairies, Heroines, Villains, Magic Girls, Ghost Girls, Masochist, Sadists, Tsunderes, Kuunderes, Yanderes, Priestess, Police Girls, Foreign Girls, Criminals, Nuns, Witches, Demons, Athletes,-"

"DO YOU EVEN BREEEEAAATTTTHHH!?" Touma roared with a slam of his fist on his desk.

Seriously! The blue-haired pervert hadn't even taken a pause to breathe as he ranted on about several fetishes that no normal human being should be able to spout out loud with such fever or lack of shame. And there was only one type of girl that mattered to this simple Kamijou-san!

"EVERYONE KNOWS THAT THE BEST TROPE IS DORM MANAGER ONEE-SAAAAAANNNNSSSSS!"

"YE OF NAIVE THOUGHT! OPEN THAT DAMN CLOSE MINDED HEAD OF YOURS AND ACCEPT MORE THAN ONE FETISH!"

To the shock of no one in that class full of summer school students, a fight broke out between those two over passionate idiots. Knuckles flew between the boy known as The King of Fetishes and Humanities Greatest Threat. Tables were knocked down, sheets of paper flew in a flurry around them, shameless screams of ruined hentai were brought out and books were turned to weapons in the fight between two Level-0s. The only thing really missing from this common brawl was the inclusion of a certain sunglasses-wearing blond and the equally passionate shouts of little sisters.

This chaos would have continued on with no end in sight if it wasn't for the entrance of a certain pink-haired Loli teacher.

"Good morning, class! Are you all ready for a prosperous day of learning!?" Komoe happily exclaimed as she stepped into her classroom, ready to teach the young Espers to better themselves through learning.

"STOP LIMITING YOURSELF, KAMI-YAN! GO BEYOND DORM MANAGER ONEE-SANS, PLUS ULTRA!"

"DORM MANAGER ONEE-SANS ARE LOVE, DORM MANAGER ONEE-SANS ARE LIFE!"

Was it sad that Komoe didn't even blink an eye to the brawl between two of her students? Let alone that the perverted, idiotic, words flying out of their mouths no longer embarrassed her as they once did? It had only taken half a year to break her.

Komoe sighed tiredly before readying herself to break her adorable students up. Sometimes, being this small and adorable had its perks. Thank god she could cry on command.

---

After the sight of their cute teacher's tears and the sound of her sniffles had caught Touma and Aogami's attention, peace had returned to the rambunctious class's room. With more bruises now accompanying Touma's bite marks, the spiky-haired high school boy now sat at his desk as Komoe went about her lessons on Espers and Pokemon.

The eternally youthful teacher was reviewing to the class on a subject of AIM, something Touma had already heard plenty of as he stared absently out the window.

"As you sweet boys and girls know, An Involuntary Movement, or AIM, is the supernatural phenomenon born to a person who undertakes the Esper Development Program in Academy City!"

Komoe spoke in between drawing several diagrams and examples on the chalkboard before the class, "An Esper will begin emitting an AIM Diffusion Field several weeks after they begin taking the program. This is a sign that the student has awoken their potential to gain a Personal Reality. A Personal Reality is the state of an Esper Awakening their own Microverse; it is the state of a human being's sense of reality entering the reality of a Pokemon, allowing an Esper to gain an Ability comparable to a Pokemon's own potential. In that sense, Espers can be seen as an odd type of Hybrid between humans and Pokemon on the mental spectrum. Espers who've grown to become a Level-1 will then develop an AIM Diffusion Field that matches the Type Element of the Power they've discovered. The most infamous of example would be Academy City's own Level-5 Number 3 who emits a faint electrical frequency due to her Personal Reality that falls under Electric-Type."

An introductory to AIM than? No point to really pay attention then. This Kamijou-san may have been an idiot, but he was already familiar with this lesson.

"The Esper Development Program uses several forms of scientific theories to develop an Esper's own Personal Reality and increase one's AIM Diffusion Field to increase one's Level. The AIM Battle Facilities were created to aid students in increasing their AIM Fields and test the capabilities between Esper and Pokemon. But there is one crucial key to an Esper's development and their Awakening to their own Ability!"

Subtly, Touma frowned as he set his eyes to stare at the sky outside.

"And that is Pokemon!"

Something this average high school boy lacked.

"It is through the bond between Human and Pokemon, coupled with the various experiments and tests an Esper goes through, that a student grows in Level! It is even believed that the Ability Type that is gained by an Esper is influenced by the Pokemon that a student is working alongside. And not only does an Esper gain something through that scientific bond, but the Pokemon does as well. A new form of power was discovered alongside an Esper's Ability to perform supernatural phenomenon; A Shared Reality Link, or ASRL!"

On the chalkboard, the adorable pink-haired teacher drew a picture of a human and Pokemon. Auras were drawn over their bodies with a link connecting the two's energies like a cable. Over the link, the letters ASRL were boldly written.

"ASRL is the psychological link in Personal Realities between Esper and Pokemon, allowing both to benefit from the Ability inherited by the Esper. What this Link does is Boost the power and capabilities of said Esper for a set time, relieving the human born limiters that can at times dampen even a Level-5s true potential. The Pokemon is also able to share the Ability of their Trainer, allowing them to momentarily battle with an Esper's power. An example would be a Pyrokinetic Esper at Level-1. The ASRL would allow them to increase their flames power close enough to be labeled as Level 2 for a time limit. And their Pokemon, if they are of the opposite Type like Water, will be able to perform even Fire Type Abilities; Watergun could devastate even a Grass-Type due to the change in potential. The duration of ASRL is dependant of the Level of an Esper as well and can not be spammed. As beneficial as this power is, it does put a heavy strain on the body and mind of the Esper as well as their Pokemon. To help maintain the strain of the ASRL System, Espers who've attained Level 1 status are distributed with a special stone that helps to absorb and control the power; ES-Gems!"

More was said, much of which flew over this high school boy's head. The ASRL System, huh? He had already experienced what power like that was capable of thanks to a certain bratty Electric-Type Esper. His mind was elsewhere. He couldn't help but think back to the early morning, and a certain silver-haired nun who he couldn't seem to rid from his mind.

---

Bites could be seen on every inch of Touma's free skin as he sat on the floor, metaphorically licking his wounds from the pincer attack from a Sister and a fluff ball. Off to the side of the room, standing like some stalwart guard beside his bed as Index was busy patching her ruined habit out of safety pins, was the Pokemon known as Wooloo. It was a literal mound of fluff with dark eyes and minus like pupils. For such a soft furred creature, it could hit like a damn cannonball!

The holy Sister was currently wearing his sheets to protect her modesty. He couldn't help but blush at the thought of a cute girl draped with his bedsheets; Naked. In his room. Any high school boy would find themselves with a nose bleed in such a situation.

'To think that her robe would come apart like that. Did that mean..she wasn't lying about Magic?' Normal thoughts belonging to a high schooler aside, his Imagine Breaker had definitely acted. Something about that holy girl's clothing had caused his right hand to destroy the fibers. It wasn't a Psychic Ability as he would have thought, 'That's hard to believe. I've only ever known of the supernatural created by Science. Magic though? That isn't based on research or study; its make-believe based off of faith and stories. Man, when did this morning take such a crazy turn?! I was just getting ready for-!'

"SHIT! I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT SCHOOL!"

Forgetting all about the naked nun in his room, and the glaring ball of fluff, Touma had jumped up in a panic. That's right, summer classes started today! He couldn't be late!

CRUNCH!

An ominous sound could be heard the moment Touma's foot had slammed onto the floor in haste. He could feel something glass-like crunch beneath his toes along with a few shards digging onto the bottom of his foot. In both pain and despair, Touma winced as he tried to step back, only to forget about his couch behind him. He fell back, taking the couch with him to hit the ground with the back of his head knocking against the dorm's hard floor.

"W-What shitty luck." He couldn't help but groan as he laid back in despair.

He always hated mornings like this.

"Instead of blaming it on the fortune of God, why don't you take responsibility for your lack of blessings?"

Tilting his head up a bit, Touma made out the odd serenely smile on Index's face. He could make out the golden safety pins knitted and pinned into her robe to make it as close to new as possible. By her side, her Wooloo stood by as her knightly protector with an ever-present scowl set squarely on the spiky-haired boy. As first impressions went, it didn't seem to have taken a liking to the boy who had its naked master sitting on his crouch.

"Responsibility? What, you saying all these strings of bad luck are my fault?" Touma asked skeptically.

"If what you say is true, that this Imagine Breaker in your right hand truly does eliminate the supernatural of whatever it touches, then wouldn't an object like that also deny the light of God? Do you know what Luck is? It is blessings that fall upon all living creatures that allow them to overcome hardships and find fortune by God's favor. It is the protection of the divine that warmly and kindly shields them from the misfortune of evil. But wouldn't this Imagine Breaker view such blessings as Supernatural Phenomenon as well, no matter whether it was Kind or Cruel?"

Suddenly, Touma felt a terrifying tingle run down his entire body. His eyes slowly went to his right hand as he gulped dryly.

"Wait, you can't possibly mean-"

"In other words, your right hand is destroying any semblance of fortune you may find. To put it simply, you truly are Unlucky."

Well...that helped to explain so much. Certain events became a whole lot clearer to this simple Kamijou Touma.

Shell shocked by the revelation of all his life's problems being attributed to his strange right hand, Touma had nearly ignored the sound of his dorm room door opening. Sitting up, he found the silver-haired nun at the entrance of his dorm, readying to leave with her walking fluff ball.

"W-Wait, where are you going?" he couldn't help but ask before he recalled why Index was on the run, "Didn't you say that there were Magicians hunting you down? If what you say about Magic being true is real, then don't you think it would be safer for you to hide here than leave out on your own?"

Index shook her head, smiling sweetly despite the fact she was ready to out and face the world by her self.

"No, it wouldn't be safe if I stayed here with you. I'd only be painting a target onto your back as well. But I do kindly thank for the meal! I was very happy that you let me eat until my stomach was full. So," Index said softly, her green eyes glistening as a bit of the morning sun seemed to fall behind her to illuminate her. For a single moment, Touma felt like he was actually sitting before a holy Sister with a benevolent and kind aura washing over her, "Even though that hand of yours may reject it, I wish you good fortune and blessings from God. Thank you for your hospitality, Kamijou-san. I hope you may continue to find your own fortune even with such a dubious power."

No, wait. W-What was with this mood? Was she really just going to leave with a bunch of strangers prowling the streets to attack her at any moment's notice!? That wasn't right.

"If what you're saying is true, then it really would be better if you stayed here! You don't have to leave. I can give you a spare key even! ...If I knew where it was." Touma trailed off before scowling fiercely, "The point is that I can't just let you leave when you're in danger! There has to be something I can do!"

"Than will you accept being dragged along with me through the searing flames, to the gates of Hell with me?"

She had said it so whimsically with the patience and understanding of an adult speaking down to an ignorant child. Her voice carried melancholy, bitter yet kind to his words.

And Touma found he couldn't answer back so easily. It had felt like some unseen pressure had swallowed him, an odd sense in the back of his mind forewarning him of great danger.

He felt something ugly form in the bit of his stomach as he stared down at the ground.

For some reason, this situation when compared to so many he had faced upon being moved to Academy City, felt different. This wasn't fighting some punk abusing his powers, a gang member attacking innocents, or a Pokemon being commanded to do bad things; this was beyond the simple strokes of misfortune. It was an unpleasant sickness he had felt once before in a similar situation. He was reminded of a girl who was now enveloped by darkness.

"It's fine. I truly am grateful for all that you've done, Kamijou-san. But I really should be on my way. Besides, I'm not truly alone. I have my precious Blewog to protect me too! I'm not helpless, you know?" Index giggled as she stepped out of his room. Her Wooloo followed closely, raising its head proudly in a show of its master's kind words.

That proud aura Blewog wielded wilted away a second later as some strange contraption veered over the corner. A high tech golem made of metal, shaped like a dumpster drum and a single beaming red eye stared down both the Wool Pokemon and a surprised Index. Behind the machine, several more appeared close by, all their eyes set on the strangers in their sights.

BEEP.

"WWWOOOLLLOOO!

"Wait, Blewog! Don't run away and leave me behind! G-GYAAH! They're pulling on my robes! NOOO! I don't want to be publicly undressed! Blewog, help me!"

It was the sight of several cleaning bots chasing after both Index and her Wooloo that had Touma seeing the two home invaders off. He could make out her long bluish silver hair flowing behind her as she disappeared past a corner, out of his sight.

Touma scratched the back of his head, sighing tiredly, "What a weird girl."

A sense of regret hit him, knowing that he hadn't done much to protect her. She seemed so adamant to leave him out of it. But was that right? Was it smart to just let her go on her own? If there was even a slight chance of what she said was true, then she was being hunted down. What could he do though? He was just a high school boy with a strange hand.

Turning back to his room to get ready for school, he found a small smile growing on his face.

On his bed, he found Sister's headdress resting.

Something told him that he would be seeing her again. Surely, she wouldn't just leave that behind.

He made a note to leave the door unlocked when he left that morning.

And do think of some better way to help her.

---

'13,000 Forbidden Books? Seriously, who would believe that nonsense?'

Still, Touma couldn't help but think back to that weird cosplaying girl. Even now, his thoughts were stuck on that silver-haired girl, and the serene yet sullen smile he had seen on her face. He couldn't help but kick himself for not doing anything more.

Maybe he would be lucky and find her sitting on his bed when he got out of school later today? Even she would come to realize it was better to stay somewhere like his place than go out by herself, even if she did carry a Pokemon with her. At the thought, a smile came to his face.

"Oh~ Sensei! Kami-yan's staring out at the tennis court with a sleazy smile focused on the girls!"

"GH!"

A sniffle could be heard. That was all that had taken for the animosity and killer intent of the entire summer class to fall upon Touma's being. Slowly, he took his eyes off the window and found his beloved pink-haired teacher at the center of the front of the class. Small tears could be seen gathered in the corner of her eyes, ready to cry.

The sound of a Pokeball popping open could be heard next. Red energy beamed out of one of the capture devices on Komoe's waist, arcing over the desks of the students to fall behind a certain spiky-haired boy's seat. A large menacing bipedal, flaming duck stood with a claw suddenly gripping tightly on Touma's spiky locks. Sweat trickled down his trembling face as Komoe's Magmar grinned evilly. Its expression spoke simply.

'Ah~? At it again, you scum! Have you still not learned a thing from my punishing lesson plans!? Then how 'bout a scorching refresher course!?'

There was nothing refreshing about a point-blank Flamethrower.

---

The punishment for making the adorable Komoe cry was of course more after school lessons. Something Touma was far too familiar with since he had been assigned to her classroom. And as usual, his adorable teacher was attempting something that they had both been met with failure, time and time again.

"I'm sure it's going to work this time, I know it!"

"Yeah, yeah. Let's just get this over with. The last thing I want to do is miss my ride back to the dorms. This Kamijou-san really doesn't feel like walking all the way there this close to curfew. Those damn little monsters that prowl the alleys are no doubt waiting for me to ambush as we speak."

Classes had ended and everyone had left back to either their dorms or to enjoy what little they had left of the day before having to return to their dorms for curfew. But due to his lack of attention in class today, Touma had to stay behind and write an essay on the history of the Esper Development Program. Once that boring work was done, he still had to stay behind to work on another important matter that was crucial for his progression as an Esper.

Kamijou Touma was a Level-0. One Without Power. Harsh as it was to say, it didn't mean he necessarily had nothing to show for his Level. Even Level-0s could emit a weak AIM field, showing signs that they could even bend a spoon with enough concentration, or keep a boiled egg standing still for several minutes. Sometimes a hint of the Espers Type could be found to aid in their development to Level-1. In the case of this Kamijou-san though, it was as if he didn't possess any AIM at all.

Komoe found it strange and bizarre. But she felt that she had a solution to that issue. After all, her beloved student was missing a key gear to his growth as a proper Esper.

A Pokemon!

With only herself and Touma left in the empty classroom, she had gone ahead to help her student become the best Esper he could be. Which was why she currently had three Pokeballs laid out on her desk as she began to strap on an odd brace onto Touma's right hand. It was made of silver metal and had a touchscreen surface displaying odd readings and graphs, a tool that helped to measure signs of AIM among low leveled students.

Done setting the brace on, Komoe stood back with a proud expression on her face and gestured to her desk where the Pokeballs rested.

"Alright, Kamijou-chan! Today's the day we finally find a suitable partner for your Esper Development! Go ahead and pick whichever Pokeball you like. I won't tell you what kind of Pokemon is in each one, I'll leave it as a surprise, but I can assure you that they were each chosen with you in mind to create a powerful psychic bond!"

Despite the positive energy Komoe was displaying, Touma wasn't so eager to go on with this. He'd done this plenty of times before since arriving at Academy City without a Pokemon. But his teacher had gone through so much effort to do this for him. He couldn't possibly have the heart to keep telling her it was for naught.

With a sigh, he reached for the first Pokeball. Hesitantly, he released whatever supernatural creature was held within. Freed from its capsule, the silhouette of the Pokemon could be seen from the fading energy. A small dinosaur-like Pokemon with earth-colored skin and white belly, a white skull shielding its face, and a small bone like club greeted him with a shy stare. The brace on Touma's arm began to speak, displaying information regarding the baby Pokemon.

"Cubone, The Lonely Pokemon. This Pokemon seems to favor wearing the deceased skull of its mother on its head, refusing to ever part with it no matter what. It is believed that a sad melody can be heard from the sounds created from its cries within its mother's skull. On cold full moon nights, a sullen song could be heard from the cries of this lonely Pokemon."

Sympathy could be felt for the cowering little Ground Type that stared up at both Touma and Komoe. Poor little guy. Even now, Touma could hear sniffles from the little Pokemon's face. Kneeling down, he slowly gestured his hand out to the Lonely Pokemon with a smile.

"Hey there, little guy! It's alright, no one's going to hurt you. So, cheer up! There's no need for tears here." he spoke gently with a small pat on the skull of the Cubone's head.

Normally, such a gesture would be welcomed to such a lonely Pokemon in need of warmth and kindness. It would have jumped happily into his arms with a happy cry.

Instead, Cubone emitted a wailing cry and ran to hide behind Komoe's small stature. It bawled like a little boy who just had his candy stolen from. Komoe smiled weakly, already feeling her dress growing wet from the Pokemon clinging onto her leg as if she was its mother.

"Guess that's a no?"

"Detecting...Detecting...SCAN Complete. Unable to read AIM. Link Failed."

Failure again? That was no surprise.

Touma regarded the hand that had reached out to Cubone; the Right Hand. Imagine Breaker.

"Let's try again! I'm sure you'll have better luck with the next Pokemon. I'm sure of it!"

He really didn't have the heart to tell Komoe to give up. Would it break her heart if he told her this was all pointless?

Releasing the next Pokemon, Touma found a black and white-furred cub standing on the desk. It had dark circles around its eyes that regarded the high school boy curiously as it played around with the single green leaf in its mouth.

"Pancham; The Playful Pokemon. It does its best to appear intimidating and tough; the leaf in its mouth has no other purpose other than to make it look cool. Unfortunately, it can't help but grin goofily when patted on its head; it truly only makes itself appear cuter in its attempts to come off as tough."

A Pokemon who tried to pose off as some kind of delinquent? What did that say about this Kamijou-san if Komoe had thought of him in mind when picking out a Pokemon that he could form a bond with? Seriously, trying to look cool wasn't cool!

Once again, Touma reached out to the cute bear cub wannabe thug. This time, he tried his left hand and gave the adorable glaring Pokemon a pat. As the braces description said, Pancham couldn't help but grin as Touma rubbed its head.

"Not so tough for a Fighting Type, are ya?" Touma chuckled, earning him a huffy pout from the small panda.

Komoe stood by with a hopeful smile while also holding the still sniffling Cubone in her small arms. She was hopeful for this one, seeing as the two regarded each other pleasantly.

"Detecting...Detecting...SCAN Complete! Unable to read AIM. Link Failed."

She grew crestfallen for a split second before smacking her cheek together. No! She still had hope!

With an apologetic smile, Touma gave the Playful Try-Hard a few more pats before recalling it back to its home, "Sorry, little guy. Guess we just weren't meant to be. I'm sure someone more fortunate will be able to take care of you better than this unlucky Kamijou-san ever could."

He was used to this even though Komoe wasn't. It didn't matter if he could get along with a Pokemon, the results were the same. And with this last Pokemon, it would at least be over with today.

Setting Pancham's Pokeball, Touma released the last of Komoe's hand-selected trio of candidates. From the red energy that brought it out to the empty classroom, a four dark legged dragon with gray scales and vibrant thick yellow scales sat on the desk with a small growl. Its red pupils stared up at the boy who called on it, tilting its head as if it was sizing Touma up.

CLANG!

"Jangmo-o; The Scaly Pokemon. Known for its valiant nature, it uses its scales for a variety of purposes; ranging from contacting others, frightening prey, offense, defense, and rituals of challenge."

CLANG!

"It has never been known to show its back to enemies and will stare at their opponent in a form of challenge. Little by little, this Pokemon grows with each challenge it faces. Rare cases have noted that Jangmo-o will even go as far as to challenge humans who have piqued their interest."

CLANG!

Once again, the sound of scales smacking against the other rang out in the mostly empty classroom. Touma blanched, growing anxious as the Scaly Pokemon had yet to move its eyes away from him even as the little dragon sat on its behind. It simply continued to wag its large scale tipped tail against its own scales to create the metallic clang of metal. It seemed almost playful.

Before it lunged.

"Oh no," Komoe commented somewhat blandly as she noticed an odd metallic shine coat Jangmo-o's head. She knew that move but hadn't thought that the Pokemon had known it naturally. It was a move not known to be learned from its gene pool naturally. What were the odds of the Pokemon handed down by the school board knowing of such a rare and powerful attack at its baby stage?

Seeing the metallic coat forming over Jangmo-o's large forehead scale, Touma reacted on instinct. The dragon Pokemon launched itself from the desk, shooting foreword like a missile in a headbutt smash. The move it was using was known as Iron Head; It hardened the head of the Pokemon to the likeness of steel and could smash through solid brick.

Touma quickly defended himself with a forward lunge of his right hand at the face of the attack, negating a large amount of the destructive force behind the blow that would have normally snapped his arm in half. That still left the natural strength of the Pokemon ramming into him with enough force to send him skidding back on his feet, sending the seats behind him flying as his back hit the wall. He grunted before flinging the four-legged scaly dragon back. With grace, Jangmo-o landed on one of the desk's table. It seemed to now regard Touma with interest, almost seeming to form a smirk on its lips before it reared its head back.

An odd psychedelic energy comprised of hues various bright colors began to leak from its jaws.

Once again, Komoe was surprised. This rowdy dragon seemed to have learned another move that its base form shouldn't have learned so early. And things were about to get a lot more destructive with the discovery of this move.

Touma seemed to realize what was going on as well as he grimaced. He grumbled under his breath and clenched his fist in the face of the little dragon's attack.

"You got to be kidding me."

From the little jaws of Jangmo-o, a stream of oddly colored draconic energy flew out and took shape of a dragon-like serpent. Though it resembled a beam, it was, in fact, a shock wave of power born of the essence of dragons that coiled around the scaled Pokemon. It was known as Dragon Pulse, a powerful Dragon-Type move with devastating results born of Pokemon that was considered both a being of Science and Fantasy.

That power seemed to glare down at the unmoving form of the spiky-haired high schoolboy. It leaned down and streamed forward with the force of a great torrent to meet the stalwart fist that challenged its power.

Not matter its strength born of even Dragons, it was nothing when meeting that right hand. Like all others, Dragon Pulse shattered to pieces that faded away. All that remained of its presence were the few smoldering student desks that were caught up in its release.

A lingering smoke rose up as Touma fanned the residue away with a glare aimed at the now calmed little dragon. Jangmo-o seemed satisfied with the outcome, sitting back with a simple nod. It almost looked smug.

"Y-You crazy little bastard! What the hell was that about!? I didn't even say two words before you began attacking me like some lunatic! Seriously, you could have taken out the back wall of the classroom and then some if I hadn't negated your attack!" Touma ranted as he marched over to the self-satisfied trouble maker.

Jangmo-o wasn't bothered by the loudmouth teen, not even as it found Touma aggressively prodding its head.

"And why do you seem proud?! I can't help but feel some spite! Are you making fun of me, is that it?! I ought to teach you a damn lesson so that the trainer you're dropped off to doesn't have to deal with such a happy triggered punk! Valiant my ass!"

"Detecting...Detecting...SCAN Complete. Unable to read AIM. Link Failed."

Komoe sighed in defeat, noting another failure. Just like the other times she had tried to find a suitable partner for Touma. Despite the failure though, she looked onto the scene of her favorite spiky-haired student ranting his heart out to the pleased scaly dragon with a small smile.

Academy City was truly unlike other regions in many ways. Such as the case of choosing a student's Starter Pokemon. Many regions had a trio of Starters that were based on the three main Elements found in nature; Fire, Water, and Grass. A few had different traditions in choosing their first Pokemon, and Academy City was the same.

In order to become a proper Esper, a student must first form a psychic link between the Pokemon that they were handed. Multiple Pokemon would be selected based on both the personality of the student and their grades upon going through an Entrance Exam. Out of all the matches, the one to have the highest AIM Link between Trainer and Pokemon would be selected as their first Pokemon. From that first Pokemon, the student would learn to grow stronger through their mutual bond with their partner and eventually Level Up.

Even Level-0s could attain a Starter of their own despite how weak their AIM was.

Several other factors came with the trials, along with the effects of an Espers AIM Dispersion Field playing a part in the kind of Pokemon they could match up with, but it was all undeniably the same. A Pokemon was a crucial part of the development of an Esper.

Yet this single Level-0 was the oddity of them all. With such a weak AIM Score that it was almost as if it was nonexistent. So low that the System Scans couldn't properly measure it. Because of that, Kamijou Touma couldn't form a bond with whatever Pokemon was selected for him.

Yet he could still have a partner of his own. There was no rule that he couldn't choose one of those Pokemon to be his own despite his lowly AIM.

So, why did he deny himself the right of one?

Sighing, Touma regarded the small pink-haired teacher with a weak smile as he walked back over to her desk to reach for the troublesome dragon's Pokeball.

"Sorry, Komoe-Sensei. But it doesn't look like I'll be finding a partner anytime soon."

Grabbing the baseball-sized red and white ball, Touma faced it at the curious face of Jangmo-o.

"Try not to attack the first person you see next time, Kan-Kan-san." Touma advised flatly at the tail waving dragon before pressing the button that would reel it back to the capture ball, "It's not exactly the best first impression you want to give to a friend. Act like that, and they just might trade you in for something cuddlier."

Red energy flew out and sucked the not so valiant dragon back in with a ding.

Or it should have.

Touma blinked, shaking the Pokeball in hand a few times as it failed to capture Jangmo-o. He let out a long dragged out sigh, his head dropping as he scratched the back of his neck.

No one could see it, but a bitter smile grew on his face.

"You too, huh? Figures. At least it wasn't the other way around again."

A malfunctioning Pokeball. Didn't that sting.

Since the ball was broken, Touma threw it back to Komoe. Careful to not let go of the sniffling Cubone in her arms, the eternal elementary school stature woman caught it with one hand. She frowned lightly, noticing a melancholic aura falling over her normally lax student.

"Thanks again for trying, Sensei. But seeing as classes are over, and the curfew is drawing near, I should really go. The last thing I want is to deal with Anti-Skill harassing me for staying up late again."

"But what about Jangmo-o?" Komoe asked as Touma moved past her to open the door to the classroom. She hugged the delighted Cubone closer to her small chest, staring down at the malfunctioning Pokeball with a small smile, "Even though the AIM Scan didn't reveal any signs of an AIM Link, that doesn't mean you can't take him either! I already have the paperwork set up, so you can even take him home with you today! Doesn't that sound great?"

Touma faced the doorway out, shaking his head slowly. The sound of knuckles cracking caused Komoe's smile to fall.

"It's fine. Besides, it's better that you get the little brat's Pokeball fixed first. He could do better than a guy who he doesn't sync up to, even if he's rough. It would just be a stroke of bad luck if he found himself as my partner anyways. No one deserves that."

With nothing more to say, Touma left the classroom with a wave of his hand back at his lovable teacher.

Patting the happily sniffling Lonely Pokemon's head, Komoe walked back into the classroom. She stopped at the desk where a relaxed Jangmo-o sat expectantly. Almost as if he was waiting for someone to return. She couldn't help but smile tiredly at the valiant dragon.

"You seem to have taken a real shining to Kamijou-chan, haven't you?"

Jangmo-o roared with an excited wag of its clanging tail.

"I had a feeling you would. Just like Kamijou-chan, you're full of surprises. But, I'm not sure he's ready for a partner just yet. I'm sorry."

The scaly dragon tilted its head, just as a child would when told something it had no way of understanding. As if he was told of an equation he couldn't possibly solve at his age.

He was innocent, continuing to sit patiently on only this desk with a wagging tail. It was then that Komoe came to a surprising realization.

The desk belonged to Kamijou Touma. She recognized the dents on the surface of the desk along with the worn-out seat that has seen damage from its owner. Out of all the seats, the scaly dragon had found Touma's and decided to sit there.

Komoe's smile grew brighter with hope. Out of all the Pokemon she had selected, this stubborn little dragon had shown promise. She petted Jangmo-o's scaly head, causing a pleased growl to escape its jaws before she tried to send him back to its temporary home. This time, red energy seeped out to envelope his body and capture it. Seemed the button was just jammed.

Pokeball in hand, Komoe began to head out, the very affectionate Cubone in hand that seemed to have grown strongly attached to her, with a brighter mood than moments ago.

"I'm sure, someday, that stubborn Kamijou-chan will be ready to open up his heart, just as you've already had. So, be patient, little dragon. Loyalty like yours will be returned, always."

Now, to file the usual repair report to the school board. She couldn't just leave the class a mess like this. All she had to do was mention Kamijou, and everything else would be resolved. It was a standard procedure.

---

Sunset stretched over the horizon as Touma walked back to his dorm. Sadly, he had missed his train back to the dorms, so he had no choice but to walk all the way back on foot. Something he was used too, but still annoyed by.

Today was something of an emotional gut puncher for sure. After so much events, all he wanted to do was go home and eat a nice meal.

Touma's face froze in realization, recalling his empty fridge. His entire posture slumped as a depressing aura formed over his body.

"Nothing left. I don't even have enough Pokeyen to buy countertop Ramen! All because of this stupid right hand!" Touma yelled in frustration, freaking out the few students walking back to their dorms at the sight of some weirdo yelling with his right hand gestured out like a cursed object.

Today had revealed that all his life's problems were at the fault of Imagine Breaker. The mysterious ability he hadn't discovered until he had arrived in Academy City. Misfortune was forever planted onto him because he was denied the blessings of some made-up god that many people outside of Academy City regarded as a Pokemon. In fact, he was beginning to question if there was a god since apparently Magic was a thing too.

His crappy situation was all the fault of his right hand.

"Hey! Spiky Idiot, I'm talking to you! Don't ignore me, damn it!"

Ah, that's right. It wasn't all just the fault of Imagine Breaker. It was also the fault of Her.

Limply turning around, Touma found a certain short-haired brunette sprinting over his direction. The girl was no doubt a middle schooler, wearing a high-class light brown blazer over a white school button shirt, shorts under her skirt for some odd reason, and tube top socks. Her chestnut eyes glared at him as she got closer, her body emitting a strange buzzing sound along with stray sparks.

"If it ain't Biri-Biri-san again. What can this unfortunate Kamijou-san do for you?" Touma asked flatly without any real care in his voice.

Stopping close by the spiky-haired boy, 'Biri-Biri-san' growled angrily as a stray spark of electricity flew out to strike Touma's head.

"I told you already, my name is Misaka Mikoto! Remember it already!"

Touma didn't rise to the girl's frustrated tone, lazily waving off the spark of electricity followed by the sound of breaking glass as usual.

"What's with the uniform? You get stuck with remedial lessons too? I would have thought a kid like you would avoid those, but your violent streak does speak for itself. Maybe you should get some counseling."

Again, another spark lashed his way that he effortlessly negated.

"Don't screw with me! As if I'm stuck with summer classes like some delinquent! Besides, you must know why I'm here!"

"Because you're going back to your dorms?" Touma answered simply while swiping his hands mindlessly at the spray of sparks from the voltage aura girl. If he remembered correctly, middle school students had an earlier curfew than those in high school.

Fuming, Misaka stopped emitting electricity and reached for her waist. Five Pokeballs were secured, one now in her hand and expanding to release one of her partners. A very familiar yellow-colored mouse with a bolt like tail, red dimples, and dark eyes popped out to stand beside the brunette Esper.

With her Pokeball in hand, Misaka grinned confidently at the spiky-haired boy as her Pikachu mirrored her grin with sparks popping out of its cheeks.

"We haven't finished our battle, have we!? As it stands, we're still stuck on a draw, and I can't have that as one of Academy City's Level-5s! So, stop screwing around already, and bring out your Pokemon! Because we're finishing this right here, right now!"

This again? Seriously?

A frustrated tick grew over Touma's brow, recalling last night's 'battle'.

---

A mighty roar pierced the night with a bang that caused the very air to vibrate.

Over on a center steel bridge, vacant of any traffic on this night, a fading streak of intense orange could be seen. Along with what appeared to be shards of light breaking away.

Two students could be seen in the center of the bridge's road along with stray strings of electricity running along with the metal surroundings. One the left stood Academy City's third-ranked Level-5, The Railgun; Misaka Mikoto. Her hand was gestured almost as if she had fired a shot with her finger. In front of her, a long stretch of scorched asphalt could be seen running ahead with smoke trailing behind from some intense attack.

And on the right, standing unscathed despite facing a literal supernatural Railgun, was one Kamijou Touma. His right hand was stretched out, having blocked the railgun as if it was simply a pebble flung his way.

To see her strongest attack, the very attack her Ability was named after, negated as if it was nothing; it shook Misaka's core. Beside her, her Pikachu was in a similar state, staring in disbelief that her master's attack had failed to do anything than cause a scene.

Misaka did something she wasn't used to. She took a trembling footstep back. The action caused her Pikachu to stare at her with worry.

'Even my Railgun didn't faze him?! How!? There's no way that he could just negate it! I didn't even know that Negation was an Ability! Someone with such a powerful Ability should be widely known if he can easily stop a Level-5s attack with nothing but a fist!'

In the eyes of that young middle school girl, the spiky-haired high school boy appeared menacing. His posture was straight, shadowed by the night, with a gleaming red eye accompanied by a cracking right hand that shattered her strongest attack with ease. He was nothing short of a monster at that moment.

Back to reality, Touma was sweating anxiously as he fanned his right hand.

'Holy shit! Did she really just fire a fucking Railgun like some kind of coin?! What the hell's wrong with this kid!? All I did was try to save a few guys from being fried by this violent brat and this is the thanks I get? I could have been eating a free dinner delivered by cute maids instead of this shiiiiiiiitttttt!'

Misaka moved back another step out of fear but found something gripping her socks. Looking down with a small jump, she found her partner staring up at her. Her Pikachu was just as taken back as her, but unlike her, the electric mouse didn't show fear.

In its eyes, it showed belief. Belief in her.

Swallowing her anxiety, Misaka steeled her nerves. She was facing an unknown Ability that treated her attacks as mere annoyances. And the boy had yet to take her seriously.

She'd show him. The true power of a Level 5 was something to balk at. And with her friends, it was even stronger than she was alone. Someone who could effortlessly block her strongest attack deserved to see just how powerful she truly was. No more holding back!

"Fine, if you won't take this seriously; I will! Boruto; Let's go!" Misaka smirked as she reached for another metal token.

Unlike the other arcade tokens she liked to carry around with her, this token was special. It was made with an odd clean-cut azure stone centered in the middle that resonated with the sparking AIM Dispersion Field. Just as she would with her normal arcade coins, she flicked it in the air with style while taking her cellphone out. A spark was sent out from the back of the cellphone that reached out the special token to reel it onto the cell's surface with a ding.

"Initiating ASRL System; RAILGUN OVERLOAD!"

The Pikachu, Boruto, nodded her head firmly as it became enveloped in an odd bluish-white light. A set of sparks formed between Misaka and Boruto, resembling chain links, before solidifying with what sounded like a lock. Those supernatural chains faded away to signal the bond between Esper and Pokemon.

The Electric Type AIM Dispersion Field that was normally unseen to the naked eye now flared from Misaka's body in the form the very air sparking like a circuit board of electricity. Her eyes gained a light white-blue shine, a light that was matched with her Pikachu. Just as their master, Boruto gained a visible Electric AIM Dispersion Field as her normally yellow sparks burned with a blue intensity that struck the pavement.

This was known as ASRL, A Shared Reality Link. A power born between Esper and Pokemon sharing their minds and micro-verse to bend reality to their will and break their natural-born limits. It was the power to combine their realities as one to cross the wall between the two species.

And that wondrous power was being used by a Level-5.

'Who the hell thought it was a good idea to give kids like this middle school brat the power to become a literal walking, talking army killer? Because I have a few complaints to bring up about their shitty logic!' Touma mentally cursed as he readied himself for the usual barrage of misfortune.

Misaka took a deep breath, calming her nerves from the overwhelming damn of rushing power that coursed through her very being. The normal human restraints that held back her power were temporarily dampened. She could go full out for just a few minutes. Even now, she could feel the immense strain on her mind that threatened to split her psyche apart.

That was fine. This time, a few minutes would be all she needed to make that smug bastard admit his honest defeat!

"Get ready, Idiot! Because I'm about to make you fall on your knees, take me seriously, and drop that stupid nickname!"

"ARE YOU TELLING ME THIS TANTRUM IS BECAUSE OF A FRIENDLY NICKNAAAAAAAMMMMMEEEEE?!"

Misaka attacked without a word.

One of the benefits of the ASRL System was a mental link. Like a certain ranked five Number-5, Misaka no longer needed to say a word for her Pikachu to act. They shared one mind and acted as one being.

Fueled by the power of a Level-5, Boruto vanished with the crack of lightning. Touma grit his teeth, feeling the air around him sting like a swarm of angry Beedrills. Reacting on instinct, he spun on his foot to his right just in time to see the yellow blue sparking mouse Pokemon appear overhead like a lightning strike. The Sparking Pokemon rose its bolt-shaped tail high in the air, now coursing with streams of iron sand from the bridge. What would normally be an Iron Tail had evolved to the status of a Level 5; the tail was consumed by the iron sand to form a massive bolt-shaped metal tail that nearly towered the bridge. It buzzed like a saw, shaving the very air as Boruto moved to slam its weight onto the normal high schoolboy.

The Level-5 fueled Iron Tail would have cleaved the bridge in half. Anyone would have passed out from fright if they were bared down by the shadow of that attack alone. Running would have been pointless.

So of course, Touma clenched his fist and swung a punch at the overhead swing that would have reduced him to dust.

Iron Tail shattered, dispersing the vibrating iron sand gathered by the sparking mouse all over the bridge. Even that godly attack was nothing more than a fly to be swat.

Touma didn't relax even as the sand rained over the bridge and Boruto vanished with a clap of thunder. The next attack would follow shortly. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, warning him to prepare for another crazy attack.

Sparks coursed through the bridges metal frame, causing the metal to ring. From thin air, Misaka appeared a far distance away from Touma with a large bolt of electricity held in her hand. Instead of throwing it straight at the negating boy, she threw it at one of the many metal beams that made up the bridge. The lightning bolt was absorbed into the frame, bouncing off to run across at an angle to the other side of the bridge. Again and again, it repeated the action forming a large zig-zag beam of lightning that stretched over the entire bridge to confuse its target on its trajectory. Touma ground his teeth, keeping his eye on the streaking bolt that continued to vanish in his eyes, bouncing throughout the metal body in angled patterns. He couldn't keep up with where it might strike him from.

He had to think. Yes, the bolt was intent on turning his head every which way in order to disorient his vision. It would strike once he was confused. Seriously! What was that middle school brat thinking in firing an attack like that?! He wasn't a Pokemon that could naturally tank that with some damage that could be healed at the Pokemon Center! The only good thing about such an attack was that it appeared to take all of Misaka's focus to perform it. He had time to think.

The bouncing beam of zapping energy was aimed only for Touma. He knew its target. It was going to hit him. So, why try to keep track of it or dodge? Touma exhaled, right hand flexing as he made no move to do anything. The bolt became a flicker of azure lightning that disappeared from his very eyes.

The sound of over a thousand hundred buzzing bolts came from behind. Touma spun, flinging his right palm out to block the very tip of that metal welding spark that speared forward at its only target.

His right palm met the godly lightning bolt's tip, allowing him to see that it continued to flow like the shape of a zagging lightning bolt. Unlike the other attacks though, the bolt held for several seconds. Touma actually grit his teeth as he felt the bones in his wrist tremble. It seemed it was a continuous attack. But it shattered soon enough without Misaka there to fuel the bolt anymore than she did upon firing.

He sucked in a deep breath, gripping the tip to nothing as he moved again to react to an unseen attack. Like a bow, an arrow of lightning was shot from behind that he evaded by stepping to the side. It was fired with enough force to pierce the road cleanly through, hitting the water below the bridge that was soon followed by a pillar of water rising up to splash water through the small hole that was shattered by the rising water pressure.

The attack was fired by Misaka's Pikachu, who followed the attack with a large lance-like bolt that fell from his right. At the same time, Misaka gathered a large amount of electricity and fired her own lance that raced forward like a towering wall that burned the asphalt black.

Touma gulped, readying his right hand as he viewed the twin attacks coming at him from two different directions. His mind worked on overdrive to find a counter to those giant lances of sparks ready to fry him to oblivion.

Many thought of Touma as an idiot. In a sense, they were right. He did act like an idiot and wasn't very knowledgeable on Esper matters due to his lack of real AIM. But it was times like this that his true skill and talent surfaced to make him something of a genius.

Those twin lightning lances were going to hit. That meant that they would intersect with each other, right? So the answer was simple.

Touma jumped back with enough distance to keep away from being swallowed by those lances. They would collide and miss. But the collision would no doubt cause an eruption of electricity in the form of some shock wave. He couldn't have that. So, with his right hand, he threw Imagine Breaker between the giant blue sparking lances just as their tips touched in the middle of where he once stood. That human hand was crushed between two walls of pulverizing, burning supernatural lightning.

As great as they were, they were negated with an otherworldly whine even as he had momentarily felt an immense pressure crush Imagine Breaker. All that was left was the charred road and the panting forms of Misaka and her Pokemon.

'Even that combo wasn't enough?! Seriously?! Just who the hell is this idiot!?' Misaka internally screamed as she fought to steady her breathing.

The effects of the ASRL System were taking their toll. Her body was screaming at her to cut off the link. No doubt her Pikachu felt the same backlash on her mind. Misaka for the life of her couldn't continue to put such a terrible strain on her beloved friend. She needed to end this.

Calling back Boruto to stand by her, Misaka concentrated deeply as her visible AIM Dispersion Field released a great voltage from her body that shattered the road around her.

If this final move didn't do it than she was out of options.

"Please tell me you're done?"

An annoyed twitch was Misaka's answer.

What had that spiky-haired idiot called himself? A Level-0? Day after day, that supposed Level-0 had battered away her strongest attacks as if they were mear annoyances. As if he didn't have the time to deal with her. Even against her Railgun, an attack that used Lorentz Force to fire an armature at 4,500mp using her control over electromagnetic force, he had shrugged it off with one hand! When faced with the limit breaking power known as ASRL, he still stared at her with annoyance! It was insulting!

Her pride as a Level-5 couldn't allow it.

Touma frowned, noticing the air begin to pop with small sparks that reminding him of lightning bugs. The clouds overhead grew dark and ominous, gathering to spiral above the sky of the metal bridge. A great surge of lightning could be seen bouncing in those dark clouds that focused on those two Espers.

"You think you're so cool then let's see you take the unrestrained Ability of a Level-5 and their Pokemon working together!"

To Touma's eyes, the world flashed brightly before a titan sized lightning bolt fell down from the stormy heavens, honed strictly towards him. He was sure that everyone in Academy City could see the godly lightning strike and hear the crash from every corner.

"5,000,000,000,000 Rakka Boruto(5 Billion Crashing Bolts)!"

Even as the world was blocked out the flash of lightning, Touma sighed as he raised his right hand up before that almighty crash of supernatural striking thunder.

"Such Misfortune."

---

The unrestrained attack of Academy City's 3rd ranked Level-5 would have taken out the entire bridge and left a crater that would have been swallowed by the waters below; if there remained even water after such an intense lightning strike. But Imagine Breaker shattered it and protected him from the insane output of bolts falling to the earth. Though such an attack had caused his right wrist to ache for the entire night after.

If he remembered right, Misaka had passed out alongside her Pikachu. The strain of ASRL was too much for her in the end. So, despite the bratty girl nearly taking his life out of some petty tantrum, he had done the right thing and scooped her up in his arms while sending her Pokemon back in its safe capsule. With an aching arm that had shortly grown numb, he ran back to District 7 and dropped her off to a place he was far too familiar with. A Certain Hospital.

After being treated by the frog faced doctor that seemed to always treat him for his own wounds, Touma had left back to his home. He had been too tired to notice that the lights wouldn't turn on when he flicked them on and simply collapsed onto his bed with an empty stomach.

Said stomach snarled at the sight of Misaka, reminding Touma that he was absolutely starving.

"Don't get Biri-Biri with me right now! Because of you, all the contents of my fridge were spoiled! Your crazy stunt last night knocked out the power to my dorms! All that discounted food; Gone! If anyone has any right to be pissed off right now, it's me!"

Misaka flinched as if she was struck, but scowled none the less as she stood her ground.

"S-Shut up! Anyways, if you won't take me seriously than battle me! If I can't beat you with the help of my Pokemon than I'll just show you up as a Trainer! Even when it comes to Pokemon battling, I'm the third strongest in this city!" Misaka gloated as her Pikachu puffed out her chest with a grin, "So since you won't hit me, fight me with your Pokemon! I'm sure even you would find that acceptable."

"Yeah, no. See, as I told you before; this Kamijou-san doesn't have a Pokemon. Not one."

Misaka felt her jaw drop in disbelief from the rather lax bombshell that was dropped on her.

"Wait...you're serious? You don't have a single Pokemon? Even though you're an Esper? HOW?!" she demanded.

Touma shrugged, looking away with an expression that actually caused Misaka to pause.

"I just...don't, okay? Geez, why can't everyone just drop it already? It's not that big a deal." Touma scoffed before glancing back at the quiet girl. He sighed, raising his right hand dangerously as he narrowed his eyes.

The sunset cast an ominous shadow over the body of that spiky-haired boy, causing Misaka to swallow at the intimidating stance from the bland boy.

"But, if you're really insistent on finishing our battle; I have no choice but to take you on seriously. Are you ready? The kiddie gloves are off."

The tone of his voice held no warmth, no care, no kindness; it was the voice of a man who no longer spoke to her as some fly, but an actual foe.

And that tone made Misaka lock up and grow silent. Even her Pikachu didn't make a sound and stepped back to hide behind her legs.

Touma had to try his hardest not to laugh as his body trembled from self-restraint.

He was only kidding! Like he would actually hit a girl who acted like a brat. Unless she was doing something that posed a real danger to anyone else other than him then she had nothing to worry about.

His little act was enough for Misaka not to stop him from turning around and going his way. He grumbled tiredly as he left behind the middle school girl who stared at his retreating back.

"First Magicians hunting a Nun, then an Electric Middle Schooler in the evening. Guess Index was right, I'm am Unlucky."

Misaka watched the spiky-haired boy leave with a puzzled frown, not having the energy to challenge him again. Suddenly, she felt the moment was gone.

"Magicians? Nun? What was that about?"

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By the time Touma reached his dorm, night had taken over and the curfew was in place. That meant students couldn't be seen wandering the streets without permission. Not like he had any reason to wander the streets at night.

With his stomach grumbling like some stubborn old man, Touma made his way up the steps to his dorm. Maybe he had some snacks left over? Or a hidden stash of dry food he had forgotten about. His memory wasn't the best, so it was possible such a filling treasure trove had slipped his mind.

"Who knows; maybe I'll even find Index chowing down on what little I got left. Hopefully, she's kind enough to share." Touma chuckled as he made it to the floor where his dorm room rested.

Funny, even though he was starving, tired, feeling down after another failure, and smelly, his thoughts kept turning back to that silver-haired Sister. Her face just kept popping up in his mind.

And that smile...it just wouldn't leave him be.

'Than, will you accept being dragged along through the searing flames, to the gates of Hell with me?'

As he turned a corner of the hall, Touma found himself smiling sadly at the thought of the odd Nun.

"Seems I've really grown attached to her, huh? This day just keeps on taking its toll on me. Well, nothing I can do now. As if I would be fortunate enough to see her again." he said softly as he finally reached the hall to his dorm.

BEEP!

BEEP!

BEEP!

"Hmm?"

In front of Touma's dorm, he could make out the sight of three cylindrical robots swarming the doorstep. The bottom of those machines were lined with an odd fiber that helped it scrub away messes and pick up liter. And for some reason, they were working furiously to clean some unknown mess right in front of his dorm.

Just his luck. Someone probably threw a bunch of trash there because they were too lazy to throw it out. Lazy bastards.

Growing annoyed, he stepped up to the robots to go to his room. He was too tired, and hungry to deal with this; better those bots did all the work.

Bluish Silver hair.

Touma stopped mid-step, his eyes growing wide in recognition of the familiar head of long silver hair draped over the doorstep. He saw an innocent face that had demanded to be fed, with a kind smile that was purer than anything else he had found in this world of science. A holy Sister was sleeping on the ground, seeming to have tried to go inside before passing out.

A smile came to his face as he tussled his spikes with an amused sigh.

"Seriously, is this lucky, or unlucky? Not like I got anything to feed her...but," he gazed warmly at the sleeping face of the kind nun who spoke of made beliefs, "I can at least shelter her for the night. I can't have her sleeping out on the balcony again. And maybe...I can help her out with whatever's going on."

Walking over to the cleaning bots hovering over the silver-haired nun, Touma grinned brightly as he called out to her.

"Hey, Index-san! Why are you napping on the ground? I left the door unlocked for you, so you should have at least gone insi-"

SPLAT!

Something wet splattered against Touma's cheek. That redness seeped down his frozen face, falling to the floor with an ominous plip. He suddenly felt his body grow cold and goosebumps run along his skin.

Why? Why hadn't he noticed sooner? When he looked at that innocent, sweet silver-haired girl's face; why hadn't he noticed how deathly pale she had been?

Why the hell didn't he notice the large pool of red that wet the ground the robotics were feverishly trying to scrub away?

Just why the fuck didn't he realize that the girl laying at the foot of his door had an ugly slash painting her habit red?

"S-Stop."

The cleaning bots didn't hear a thing, preoccupied with cleaning away the red mess in their sights.

"Get away."

The odd fiber like feelers on their bottom sent more droplets of blood hitting against his face without care.

"Can't you hear me? Stop!"

The bots grew closer to the pale-skinned girl's body, knocking her around like a tossed clump of trash that continued to paint the floor with blood in the red suds of cleaner scrubbing the lifeblood away.

"I SAID TO FUCKING STOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!"

An eruption of emotions had caused that boy to charge into the three cleaning bots with a furious roar. He didn't care about the damage those cold, lifeless machines had suffered as he slammed them away from Index's body. With a clenched fist, he drove a mad knuckle into one of the cleaning bots that sent it over the railing to crash to the street below.

The other bots scrambled away to safety as he moved his trembling hands down to pick Index up in his arms. The red that wet his uniform was the last thing on his mind as he gently shook the girl's body with a weak, quaking smile.

"H-Hey! Stop joking around, Index! Get up!"

There was no answer. Only more blood to seep on his arms and spill over to drench the floor.

Touma grit his teeth, his shoulder's shaking as he hugged that poor girl closer to his chest.

"Who...who did this to you?"

"Oh? Isn't that obvious?"

The shaking on his body stopped. Touma's back grew stiff as he heard an amused voice from the other end of the hall. The clacking of footsteps drew closer as a looming shadow fell over them both. The smell of smoke hit his nose along with the soft crackle of embers and clicking claws.

Even without turning around to face that stranger, Touma could picture the grin as they spoke.

"It was us, Magicians."

Gently, as careful and softly as could be, Touma set Index's heavily wounded body down to the red smeared floor. He stood up, turning his body around to face the owner of the voice with a seething glare that spoke of one emotion.

Rage.

A tall man with red hair that fell to his neck, draped in a dark cloak over a trench coat stood a few steps away from Touma. Smoke drifted around the red-haired man's body like some coiled snake from the cigar on his lips. Red eyes regarded the spiky-haired boy with a fleeting interest before seeking the silver-haired girl behind him. A barcode tattoo could be seen on the left of his face.

Something moved from behind the tall, lanky redhead. Two curled horns stepped out from the darkness, revealing a dark-furred dog with an orange underbelly and snout. Several bone-like plates could be seen on its body as it released a huff of flames from its nose and snarled with a familiar shrunk Pokeball between its teeth. A literal hellhound greeted Touma alongside the menacing stranger.

"Names Styl Magnus; A Magician after the 103,000 Forbidden Grimoires that little Nun carries with her. And I would very much like that library back, boy."

That night, explosive violence rang out to consume the air with flames and fists.

Three worlds met.

And a story began.

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Shadows cast by flames spun hands of an unknown world bare down before you like cruel fangs. That normal life that you had secured with your own cursed hand now threatens to be burned to nothing. A magical encounter now sets the scene as your feet find themselves rooted in the blood of an innocent child.

Hell has arrived for a pious Sister. The burning gates creak.

Do you have the resolve to clench your fist?

Battle.

I gotta say, the next chapter is a favorite of mine. It was the first real battle using Pokemon and Magic that would help me with how to properly write the battles to come. We'll also see more of the original content that I've come up to spice up the original arc next time too.

As for when that will come out, I'm thinking of when I've finished two more chapters before updating. I don't want to go crazy and fire off every round in my chamber. So, be patient for the goods stuff to come! Funny; I've got all the time in the world to write, but I'm still busy. I've found myself having to take care of my family's accounting, playing teacher for my younger siblings, cooking more, and being dragged to binge anime with by sister and brother since we now have the time to hang out. Plus I've also been trying to catch up on both my library of games and fanfics that I haven't finished reading.

Seriously, if you've kept up with A Certain Unknown Level 0 to the latest chapter, I applaud you and fear you.

On that note, I got to get back to work on typing up the next chapter of my story. So much for planned releases. In my life, something will always come up. I can only promise that I will try to get A Certain Influx of Time Traveling Misfits up this week. Remember if you have questions, let me know in the reviews!

Read and Review! It's common courtesy.

NeoShadows fading in and out.