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.

6. The Tower of Luxury

NeoShadows back for a monthly update to please ya!

As I've said in an earlier post, I've returned to work! Man, am I happy to be back to opening up the old deli shop with the first fresh cup of coffee of the day in hand as I click on the Open sign. I really did miss my old routine; as tiring as it was. Sure, I got less time to type, and I do come back feeling drained, but it's good to be back to my old routines and habits.

Been broke, so the money is much needed. Being an adult sucks.

But that's what having several finished chapters is for. I get to work on the next chapters on my day off while polishing up, trimming the fat, and editing the completed stuff when I get back from work. So it kinda works out. One of the good things about my job is that I have a lot of time to plan things out in my head and bounce around new ideas and plots.

Since I got my first paycheck, I set some aside to buy the Isle of Armor DLC for Pokemon and been playing it all day today before I realized I should probably update something. So I've torn myself away from my Switch and got to the final touches. I'll probably update my other Index stories next week once I've finished the usual edits and such.

For now, let's get to those reviews.

Kaore Ryu: As you should, ya degenerate bastard with fine taste.

ZLC Genesmith: You have a point about Stiyl and Kanzaki. But don't forget that those two are religious. Asking scientists on a matter centered on magic, even if it concerns the human brain, isn't exactly a good idea. Due to their beliefs, they're not going to seek out an answer from a side of the world they don't get along with or reject. Just as those in the science side scoff at matters involving superstition, so do those in the side of magic scoff at matters involving logic. If anything, those scientists and doctors just might make matters worst. It was their faith that made them believe in those in the higher up that the solution to fix Index was the only possible way. But that's just my two cents.

MrQuestionMark: Shut up! I got to deal with Avery, so I'm already hurting as is! Stop rubbing salt in my gushing wound! I updated mostly out of whim...and spite. Show me up will ya!? Anyway, the explanation concerning espers was something I had to mull over for a quite a bit in order to still fit in the system already known in ToAru. If it was easier for you to digest than it's only because an idiot wrote it; idiots understand idiots. As I said before, I did a lot to thinking, brainstorming, and such in order to make the two worlds mesh naturally. I'm glad things like the Mega Manetric Sale are accepted and liked so well. I've got many more ideas to come that I'm sure you'll love. Ah, Touma's speech was a good one, huh? Happy to hear I did a good job there while also capturing Touma's negative outlook of himself. I've got up to see the end of what I like to call the Old Testament version of Pokemon thought up and am always changing things around to better fit what I've come up with. I'm doing my best to not create anything resembling a copy-paste with additions of Pokemon and all that bland junk. If you notice big breasts so easily than I can only call you a pervert...my fellow brother.

TazalTerminals: It's fine, don't worry about the spamming guest reviewer. Just ignore them. I do appreciate ya for what ya said though. As long as true fans enjoy my work whenever I upload, I'll be fine and dandy.

Cheesecake244351: Certainly, the Kami-yan Disease is rather fatal to anything labeled as female. I've never really read any of the Pokemon manga, to be honest, so I wouldn't know. Academy City has all the information regarding Pokemon on a special app-only accessible in Academy City's region, so there's no need for a device like a Pokedex. And yeah, it did take me some time to make everything feel natural with the world of ToAru infused into the Pokemon universe; been working on this crossover for about a year before the quarantine hit. The language in Pokemon is never really referenced, so this is more of creative liberty really. Creating the esper system which would have to involve Pokemon as the basis was certainly one hell of a challenge, so I'm happy to hear you appreciated it. Oh, I can't wait until we fully involve magic into the story; the spells I've made were fun to make. Toxic Hazards about to take center stage, so you'll have to wait and see what happens. They were definitely one of the crowning jewels I've come up with. Ruri and Yuri were absolute joys to add into the story and you've certainly haven't seen the last of them in this story; trust me. Stiyl does have more than one Pokemon but at the time he only believed he only needed his Houndoom to take on one high school boy, and yes, the limit of Pokemon per person is six since I do like said rule. Also, no review is ever too long, so write as much as you like!

Doomqwer: Touma has his reasons for not wanting to connect with Pokemon, which will be explained eventually. Imagine Breaker also creates a rather unsettling sensation to Pokemon; not harmful but it just feels wrong to them. But there are Pokemon who can get over such a touch.

AngelFaux: Damn, you certainly couldn't help but review every chapter, huh? Kudos man. I'd say Mega Pokemon are the equivalent to Level-4s in raw power and potential in this new universe. But I wouldn't say there's anything currently at the level of Level-5s other than certain mythical Pokemon.

WillianZ0: Due to a certain review spammers, I can no longer make promises of when I'll update. I update when I can, so I can only hope you can be patient and not act like a certain annoying reviewer who keeps to guest reviews to harass me in my other stories. I've already got a line up in mind to the Pokemon Touma will come across but I won't confirm anything or add anyone just because people ask. You haven't seen the last of Jangmo-o, don't worry. Speculation is all ya got, so keep reading to see what I got in stores! Also, I just finished watching all of HxH during the quarantine; don't worry, I won't go into hiatus as long as that mad lad of fine art. As for my OCs designs, I try my hardest to not take inspiration or models from existing characters; If will admit I did have Minamato no Raikou from Fate Grand Order in mind when thinking of Yuri's body type.

Reviews are out of the way, so let's get to reading!

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Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to A Certain Magical Index or Pokemon. All rights are reserved to Kazuma Kamachi and Game Freak respectively.

Did ya know that if you stomp on a spotted lantern bug, people will clap and congratulate you? I don't think I ever had a group of pretty rich girls ever do such a thing to me until then. Note to self; kill every bug in sight.

Guzma's going to be pissed. But at least Misty will see me as prince charming, eh?

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Chapter 6: The Tower of Luxury.

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"But a teacher, huh? A goal like that; you must have had such a wish since you were a kid, right? You seem like the kind of person to think of such as early as six, playing sensei with your dolls and Pokemon only to never outgrow what others would say was a childish ambition from the beginning."

A melodious giggle was heard. A certain boy's cheek was pinched and stretched like taffy.

"Ara, ara, ara, you seem really intent on knowing everything about your onee-san, Kamijou-chan. Such a forward boy, asking a woman further about her dreams with such a sweet smile on your face. Do you also want to know about my three sizes too while you're at it?"

A deep burning blush threatened to lit a spiky boy's face aflame due to the teasing grin on the mature hourglass figured woman who could very well manage a dorm if she wanted. A purple toddler-sized lizard with a white lightning bolt pattern on his forehead glared at the teen next to his Kaa-san.

"But you're actually wrong; I'd say it was only a year ago when I decided I wanted to change my original goals into becoming a beloved sensei cherished by children and Pokemon alike. I guess you could say I didn't really understand what I really wanted to do with my life and simply rushed along with the emotions of others. I was a Level-0, a failure of a student who couldn't gain anything worthy of being called praise by adults who regarded me coldly for being unable to meet their expectations. I suppose, at some point, I thought I could do far more for Level-0s and even lower leveled espers if I became a kind and warm teacher to help them become better people rather than test subjects."

A soft, warm, and bright light illuminated the older girl's eyes as she talked. Such passion, desire, and joy being radiated by such a figure felt as if it could physically reach out to the spiky teen next to her and take him for a cozy and protective embrace. The Toxel in the onee-san's arms snuggled against the woman like a fussy child, growling pleasantly as he was in close proximity of the bathing kindness.

"I admit...I'm not the bravest or most confidant of people out there. Originally, I was no different than a Wimpod who would scurry away when confronted with a troubling situation. I still think I'm the same girl who could only cry and tremble when a higher level esper picked on her. But within that cowardly girl's small chest, she held a strong desire to want to change things and make everyone smile. I wanted to be a teacher, a nurturing figure similar to a Blissy who could teach all her students, no matter their levels, to be kind and considerate to not just each other but Pokemon. I guess it only took me a long while to realize what I really wanted to do with my life. So while I'm still a little nervous and anxious at the new road I'm traveling, I'm excited to actually do some good for people like you, Kamijou-chan!"

"People...like me?"

"Of course! Students like you, who simply wish to do their best despite being labeled as useless Dunsparce by higher levels and want to smile simply in a cold world of science. Komoe-senpai really must be something if she was able to help bring up such a kind and compassionate boy like you who would go out of his way to reach a hand out to a troubled Level-3 who would look down on him like he were a Bug-Type. You are the kind of student I wish to nurture and spread to others. To do so, I've taken every class available at my disposal to make that dream come true; Early Childhood Development, Childhood Psychology, Pokemon Study and Nurture Care, Medicinal Practice and First-Aid, Etc! If it will help me create more students like you, I'll take whatever courses I can no matter how much weight or workload I wrack up!"

Too much, it was too much!

S-Such radiance, love, and kindness in those words amounted to a Critical Hit for this Kamijou-san who adored Onee-sans with a Reshiram's burning passion! He was ready to keel over right now and say some really stupid things to the woman of his dreams.

'A student like me...huh?'

Melancholy unseen by the happily brimming woman next to him tinged his eyes as the spiky teen's smile dipped ever so slightly. His lips twitched, threatening to speak the truth of such a desire being nothing more than a bad idea considering the effects of his right hand.

No, he clamped down his teeth and stubbornly narrowed his eyes.

He wouldn't cause the happy illusion to creak or shudder with the truth of creating more misfortune spreading students like him. He was the exception. Whatever students found themselves blessed to be cared for and taught by such a woman would never turn out as deeply seeped with darkness and disaster as him.

"Sounds like you have your work cut out for you, Yuri-onee-san. I got to say; I'm envious."

"Oh? Are you jealous that you won't be taught by your Onee-san? Ara, ara, ara, you are indeed a shameless boy just teeming with desire, aren't you? How scary~! I'm not sure Onee-san could ever deal with such a blunt delinquent who may pressure her into a private lesson after school and push her into a corner with those lust drowned eyes of you pleading to take her first for himself."

"PFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT!"

After recovering from the dry spit-take by the teasing onee-san and stepping back as her Toxel began to emit weak sparks with a sharp glare, the spiky teen shook his head and continued with a smile.

"I guess you could say I am jealous of those future kids of yours, but Komoe-sensei has been just as kind and understanding; more so than past teachers. But what I'm really jealous of is that drive of yours. Even though you're a Level-0, you're still working your hardest to do better for others despite the discrimination you've endured. You're fighting for something far grander and kinder than anything I've ever tried to grasp at so pitifully. Not just that, but I think you'll do it too; achieve your dream and actually make far more of a difference than a lousy idiot like me could ever do."

"...Kamijou-chan?"

The spiky teen ignored the concerned gaze directed his way as he smiled brightly at the woman who would do far more than a failure of a hero like he could ever achieve with his cursed hand.

"Honestly, if you were to shine any brighter, I would seriously be worried about dropping onto one knee and asking for that hand of yours. Idiots like me are pretty weak to woman like you who are no different than OHKO's. Just my luck such a woman is far out of my league. Just...don't overwork yourself, Onee-san. I'd hate to see your smile struggling to stay up from all the stress and weight you're stubbornly lugging onto your back." he said warmly.

Once again, a hand gripped on the blushing red cheek of a high school boy and proceeded to stretch it as if he were a Ditto.

"Sweet talking your Onee-san won't reward you with any brownie points, Kamijou-chan. Komoe-senpai made sure to warn me of your non-proven ability despite your status as a Level-0; Attract. I'm no young girl easily smitten by smooth boys like you who can spam Charm as easy as breathing. Even if you are admittedly cute."

A talk between Level-0s continued for some time until they reached their destination and parted ways. Both with smiles on their faces said their goodbyes, happy to have made a new friend during a random event in the streets.

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A tired, exhausted Komoe was rather content right now. The sounds of steaming pots, sizzling ingredients creating a wafting aroma capable of making any human and Pokemon drool like a Lickitung, and the soft humming of a certain student of hers was a rather comforting background noise to listen to as she kicked her feet up after a long day of work.

"Why would you add yogurt though? Isn't yogurt more a dessert and treat rather than an ingredient in curry? Wouldn't that make it taste weird?"

"Index-chan, Index-chan, Index-chan, you fail to realize the secrets to what makes a great curry delectable! Let me explain its secrets! By adding yogurt into the sauce at the right time and right amount, you add texture and awaken the hidden depth of flavor in your curry sauce! Not to mention it's perfect in calming the heat of the dish so that it's not overly spicy, you amateur! To green fried thumbed amateurs starting off in curry, it's a lifesaver!"

"But...it's yogurt. And why isn't there any meat! I want pork! Or beef. No; both! Pork and beef, pork and beef, pork and beef!"

"Don't you mention pork now of all times! Just the thought of the missed out delicacy brings back memories of a punk girl in high school who's openly admitted to being a sadistic dominatrix who would get turned on at the very thought of beating me of-I MEAN UP!"

"Just what exactly were you up to when you left this morning?! Dominatrix? Didn't you have a weird smile stretching across your face too?! You were blushing and mumbling about 'Onee-san' with a dazed look in your eyes! Touma, don't you know that Lust is a sin!?"

"This is Academy City! Your rules of sin are null in this world of science that says it's more than fine for a healthy high school boy to fantasy about a busty onee-san living next door that may turn said boy into a proper man in society!"

"TTTTTTTOOOOOOOUUUUUUMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

After making her way back to the simple apartment complex that she called home, Komoe had arrived to a pleasant surprise by her most troublesome student. A cold, frothy beer had greeted her as Touma led the exhausted woman to take a seat at the small table that acted as both the dining room and living room table, telling her to take a load off from all her hard work and relax while he took care of dinner tonight. Of course, as an adult, she had argued that she be the one to take care of feeding her precious student and his friend. She was the host! It was her duty to make sure Touma and Index were comfortable. But due to today's lesson plans, having to stay another hour to deal with faculty work even in the summer, and her only means of transportation struggling to start up, Komoe found she didn't have the will to fight as Touma sat her down and turned on the TV.

Adults had a lot on their plate. All the responsibilities that they had to deal with every day took a large toll on their bodies and mind. It was no wonder the youth thought of adults as always depressed and stressed out. It was true to an extent. Even someone as bright and cherry as Komoe was the same. Every now and then, she needed a break, to relax, to sit back and enjoy a cold beer accompanied by a home-cooked meal by a loved one.

Sadly, she was single. But the treatment she was receiving from her delinquent of a student was enough to make her feel as if she was being dotted over by her very own house husband. Just the thought of said spiky-haired boy playing the role, greeting her every day with a mug of her favorite cheap beer, a tender smile that would warm her heart after a tough day, with a hot dinner made with plenty of love that he would eat right beside her.

And then once they were finished with their meal they would…

Komoe blushed heavily with a hand pressed firmly against her cheek as she let out a slurred giggle amid the sounds of teeth clamping down onto the head of her troubled student with the force of a Galarian Stunfisk trap.

Okay, she might have had a little too much to drink. Half a case of Bergmite cold beer would tend to do such to a woman of her stature and body weight. It was the only sensible explanation to her wandering thoughts of forbidden romance. She did by no means have a secret crush on her own student!

Just don't ask her about such a topic when she was drunk. Her loose mouth didn't know what she was saying!

Releasing a content exhale, Komoe leaned back into the warm body of her childhood friend, Magmar, otherwise known as Oni, treating him as a large sofa while they sat back in front of the TV. The newest addition to her family, her Cubone, sat on her lap and waved her tiny bone club happily like a joyful toddler.

This here was the life; nice and simple.

Meanwhile back at the kitchen, Touma was struggling to juggle between cooking the spiced vegetables and the pearly white teeth of a nun threatening to break the skin of his scalp again.

"How is it that you got the jaws of a Sharpedo on you and the stomach of a Snorlax?! If it wasn't for the white nun habit, I would have honestly believed you were a recent breakthrough in crossbreeding the physical traits of a Pokemon into humans-Shit, shit, shit! She's gnawing, she's gnawing!"

No matter how forceful he was in throwing off the clamp trap that was Index's saintly maw on his head, there was just no getting her off! It was like she had evolved into some kind of leech Pokemon! Did she by chance possess the ability Strong Jaw?

"Please, Index-sama! Let go of your anger like a good little nun and let me get back to cooking! The curry is going to be afflicted with the status of Burn!"

Index huffed as she let go of the bleeding scalp of the sinner. He was right, the curry would burn if she continued her punishment. She would be committing a grave sin if she so much as caught a whiff of burnt smoke from the curry. By the lord Arceus's good grace, she would leave the heathen be for now.

She left the wincing Level-0 be as she wandered over to Komoe to sit.

"What are you watching, Komoe?" She asked as she faced the TV, noticing a Pokemon battle going on.

"Oh, I'm just watching an old replay of an Elite Four Title Match from Unova. The Unova Channel is currently running a marathon on past battles with the Elite Four tonight. And what better stress reliever than watching a Pokemon battle with a beer and home-made dinner waiting!" Komoe cheered with a raise of her clear mug of frothy amber.

"Elite Four Title Match?" Touma spoke in interest over chopping a few peppers for the dish. He found his eyes roaming over to the TV from his spot in the kitchen, watching as a muscled, dark-skinned, short cut orange-haired man wearing a bulky light blue vest and baggy pants command a Sawk to counter against the opposing Trainer's Unfezant.

The lean blue-skinned Fighting-Type Pokemon ducked below a Brave Bird perfectly, avoiding a devastating Flying-Type move that would have done heavy damage. The Sawk acted quickly as a Thunderbolt to retaliate. Just as Unfezant flew over its head, it threw its hand up and caught the passing bird's leg in its powerful grip. Brave Bird died away, allowing Sawk to throw its opponent around in circle throw to the arena floor. The heavy throw left the Unfezant staggered as Sawk's left fist began to spark wildly with electricity.

The dark-skinned man with bright and orange-colored hair grinned in victory as he commanded his Pokemon to deliver a critical Thunder Punch.

"Correct, Kamijou-chan! The Elite Four of each region are considered the strongest Trainers in their respective land, second only to their reigning Champion. But they do not retain their Titles forever. They are the same as their Champion; they may be dethroned by challengers who have proven their worth through battles in a sanctioned match by the Pokemon Association once approved. In order to qualify for a match against an Elite Four for their Title, they must have collected 8 Gym Badges from their respected region, proven their worth in the eyes of said Elite Four for battle, and compete against other contenders in a tournament of Trainer's that the Elite Four in question have approved of. Just as the Champion has the Pokemon League to defend their spot, the Elite Four have their own league known as The Crown League."

The Crown League match in question came to an end as the challenger'ss final Pokemon, a Charizard, found itself being beaten by a barrage of countering fists by the same Sawk that had destroyed all of its teammates so far. It was with one final knuckle to the false dragon's abdomen that its eyes whited out amid a gurgled cry. The Elite Four's Sawk stepped to the side, allowing its opponent to fall to the arena floor with a heavy crash. The Charizard made no move to fight its numerous injuries to continue the fight.

Between a Pokemon considered as mighty as Dragons, and a Pokemon that lived solely to train and master its Karate techniques, the winner was clear.

A round of cheers and applause erupted as the match ended in favor of the Elite Four contender.

If Touma remembered correctly, the Elite Four on the TV was known as Marshal; Master of Fighting-Types in Unova and self-appointed apprentice to the old Champion, Alder. To think that it had only taken one of his six Pokemon to take out an entire team of a Trainer who had apparently beaten all eight Unova Gyms. Just what kind of training did the Sawk have to undergo to single handily knock out six Pokemon in a row who were all geared to taking out Fighting-Types?

"Elite Four, also regarded as The Four Heavenly Kings. I must say, I don't know much about how they work." Index commented as she watched the Elite Four known as Marshal shake hands with the defeated challenger with a grin, "Back in Galar, we don't have Elite Four to protect the Champion from challengers. If you wish to face the Champion for his title than you must defeat all eight of our Gym Leaders to participate in the Champion Cup; a special league where only the strongest of Trainers, including the Gym Leaders, face off for the right to battle and dethrone our Champion. The Champion Cup is held once a year and it's said that barely 1% of Trainers who have been sponsored to participate in the Galar League make it to the Wyndom Stadium to face off against the very trials that stood in their way. Which is not surprising." Index smirked smugly in a show of Galar pride, "Our Gym Leaders are exceptionally powerful. Not to mention Leon-sama has been reigning Champ for years!"

Komoe downed the last of her beer, letting out a content sigh as she laid back against the warm body that was her Magmar. That would be the last beer for her for now. If she continued drinking anymore she would be setting a bad example to her students. Once dinner was ready though, she would grab one more before bed.

The subject of Pokemon Leagues was an interesting one that helped keep her mind from going groggy due to the alcohol in her system.

"I will admit that Galar's League battles are flashier than other regions due to their use of Gigantamax and Dynamax. I believe Galar's the only region to be authorized to use such a technique due to its functions being mysteriously tied to its land. I've read that it's due to certain particles in the air resonating with the Wishing Stones that allow the gigantification of Pokemon and the expansion of space to fit the expanding growth of said Pokemon. Much more would be known if Academy City was allowed to study such phenomena but Galar forbids outside scientists from research."

"No, it's because of the magical energy emitted from the Power Spots in Galar's mana rich earth that allows Pokemon to grow and attain the gift of spacial expansion like that of one of Lord Arceus's three children, Palkia. But despite the Power Spots allowing spacial expansion, they are actually born of St. George's Dragon who had once terrorized our land with havoc and darkness. What remains of the dragon's body after it was defeated make up Wishing Stones, granting Pokemon with the blessings of the legendary dragon."

"Mana? Palkia? St. George's Dragon?"

Touma didn't blame his teacher for not understanding what Index was explaining. Everything said came from the mouth of someone who believed in magic. A belief he once believed was childish. But after facing a real-life magician who spun flames from nothing using his life force energy, he was hard-pressed to argue that there was another side to the world of Science.

Hard to believe he was protecting a girl who memorized a library's worth of forbidden grimoires inspired by fabled Pokemon said to be gods.

"What about Academy City? I know it's a man-made region unlike any other, but doesn't it have anything similar to a Pokemon League too?" Index asked between the commercial break.

Komoe hummed pleasantly to the question, "Unfortunately, the Pokemon Association would not officially recognize us if we were to have a Pokemon League of our own. Due to our land-lock policy restricting outside visitors, nullifying tourism, we wouldn't receive support unless we were to rid of said policy. Frankly speaking; I don't think The General Board would ever think to do such a thing. Academy City is foremost a region focused on the development of supernatural abilities, technology, and the study of Pokemon. The city sees Pokemon battles as just another tool in developing an esper's AIM and Level in the long run rather than a fun, competitive sport. As such, there have never been any concrete plans in mind to create a Pokemon League despite the wishes of a decent body of the region. The closest we have to Gyms would be our Battle Facilities."

"Battle Facilities?"

"As I said; Academy City is entirely focused on the development of its students' supernatural powers more than anything else. With that in mind, researchers have discovered a correlating link to an espers growth from battling alongside the very beings that are in thanks to awakening their Personal Reality. I believe there is an old saying about bonds between companions grow stronger through battle and hardships. Because of the study detailing how Pokemon battles may help to further grow an espers Ability, Academy City has built special facilities allowing espers to participate in Pokemon Battles while allowing the use of their own gifts. Each Battle Facility is designed in growing an espers experience and creativity with their ability through the four Battle Facilities in Academy City."

Holding up four fingers, Komoe continued her explanation to the wide-eyed and curious Index as Touma began the finishing touches to their meal.

"One Battle Facility can be found in District 6, one in District 7, one in District 13, and one in District 15. Each one caters to espers who are labeled as Level-1, Level-2, Level-3, and Level-4 respectfully. Just like Gyms they also have a 'boss' who oversees the development of those who participate in the Battle Facility and aid the researchers in how to better grow their potential. These facilities offer a wide range of battles depending on the ability of an esper, making them rather creative and difficult when compared to the average Pokemon battle you would see anywhere else. Winning a match doesn't necessarily mean that the objective is to defeat your opponent either but to accomplish a certain goal. Their trials are designed to push the limits of one's calculating ability, discover new applications, and even further build upon their aptitude with their partners."

Hot steam hit Touma's face as he began to set everyone's plates. Though he had lacked meat for the meal, he had mixed in eggs into the fried rice and potatoes to go with the spicy veggie curry for tonight's dinner. Alongside some miso soup, it wasn't that bad of a meal if he did so say so himself. Now that he was done getting everyone's meals ready and served tea for himself and Index while handing Komoe another cold beer, he sat down to join everyone else for a nice home-cooked meal.

He didn't give out the Pokemon food since Komoe had already taken care of their Pokemon before she relaxed on the coffee table serving as their dining table but he did make sure to set aside a small bowl of curry and rice for Zenchou. The Murkrow had gone out once Touma came back from the market for some fresh air. He was still a Wild Pokemon, after all, he didn't like to be cooped up. Touma did have a sneaking suspicion Zenchou would come back in the end.

"I know about the Battle Facilities and all but I didn't hear any mention of one being catered to Level-5s. Why is that?" Touma asked out of his own self-interest and dealings with a certain spark-happy Tokiwadai girl.

Komoe's answer to her student's question was stalled once she had taken a bite of the spicy veggie curry and fried rice. The eternally youthful woman's puffy cheeks reminded Touma of marshmallows as she blissfully chewed on the simple meal. For whatever reason, her equally pink eyes grew wide with sparkles.

Was he losing it or was his teacher moaning between bites? She must have been starving if she was enjoying what he considered to be an average curry and rice lacking meat.

"What is this?! I don't seem to recall having anything special in my cabinets to make a meal that puts all other meals I've ever created to shame! A-As a proud woman, I can't help but feel envious at the kind of skill behind the stove that should only be reserved to a housewife! Kamijou-chan is this a sign that you're more suited be become a lucky girl or woman's househusband than a proper esper?!"

Touma fought back an aggravated shout to defend his male pride as he minded himself with aggressively chewing his own share of the dinner he prepared. At least Index was far too busy shoveling the curry into her mouth to agree to Komoe's comments. The starry-eyed pupils she developed did worry him a bit.

Starry eyes...why did such imagery bring a sharp pain to his forehead?

He shrugged the pain off with a sip of his tea as Komoe finally responded to his question.

"As for your question regarding Level-5s; Academy City has created specialized facilities for each one of our 7 Level-5s to monitor and test their powers safely in concealed locations not known to the general public. I believe they function differently as well, leaning away from battles and instead focus on measuring their powers and testing how far they can push themselves. I'm not knowledgeable about how Level-5s grow their power, so I can't speak any more on the subject."

'So Biri-Biri should have her own place to test out her powers, right? Then why the hell is that bratty middle schooler and her Pikachu always picking a fight with me?! Fighting me is no better than grinding every day against the same lowly Rattata you have to go out of your way to find! Is she the kind of player who grinds for Exp to reach the highest level against the first enemies you find on the beginner's level?!'

To discover that he was being harassed by a girl who had her own privatized facility to grow her powers greatly ticked him off. He was sure if he learned any more about the over-privileged girl with the short temper of an Electrode, he would find himself less inclined to pause his fist from meeting her face. If he hadn't been eating, his annoyance and displeasure would have been seen as he mumbled about spoiled middle school girls.

Thoughts of a human bug zapper wouldn't ruin his night though. The veggie curry really did turn out better than he expected. It was too bad his Bank Card had to pay the sacrifice for such a measly dinner. Salt made its way to his next bite as his tears fell at the thought of his poor wallet struggling to breathe.

"What about Touma? He's a Level-0, correct? Doesn't he have a Battle Facility to help him develop his ability like the rest?" Index mumbled through a third helping of curry he had provided.

So much for leftovers for tomorrow.

Komoe's face was displeased as she set down her spoon, "Sadly, Level-0s like Kamijou-chan aren't provided a Battle Facility since they have yet to discover their Personal Realities. In the opinion of the higher-ups, they can't waste resources on those who have nothing to build on. Instead, they are left to discover their Personal Reality under the standard curriculum everyone goes through without the aid of the Battle Facilities that provide greater results. Though Kamijou-chan is a special case despite his status as a Level-0 for obvious reasons." Komoe spoke through a sip of her beer with some annoyance.

"You mean his right hand?"

Komoe paused, contemplating a matter she hadn't thought of until she shook her head with a frown at her trouble maker of a student.

It was at that moment that a certain dark feathered bringer of misfortune flew in through the open window with a short caw. Zenchou the Wild Murkrow flapped his wings as he landed onto the newly minted Nest of Disaster that was Touma's head. In his beak was the tail end of his latest meal, the beautiful tail of a weakly flapping Goldeen greeting all those gathered at the small table before he gulped it down without mercy.

Komoe gestured to the content Zenchou on Touma's head to point out the obvious to the holy Sister.

"No, though that is a complicated reason I don't understand myself. The reason why Kamijou-chan is a special case is because of his insistent denial of attaining his own Pokemon! As an esper, it's crucially vital that he have at least one Pokemon to form a mental bond with that will help him form his own Personal Reality! Without one, he wouldn't be able to gain an ability without being born a Gemstone; a matter that I've already looked into but have been denied. All espers in Academy City are provided a Pokemon of their very own who have been found to match their brain's wavelength even if they've come to the city with a Pokemon already. But no matter how many times I've tried to help him with attaining a Pokemon as even a companion, he's denied every one of them."

It was clear that Komoe was frustrated with a certain spiky-haired boy at the table. Touma had the decency to look away in embarrassment as he laughed nervously at the adorable pout his pink-haired teacher was shooting him. By now even Index was staring at him with a soft touch to her green eyes that made him feel uncomfortable.

He was an Esper without a Pokemon. He couldn't even be considered a Trainer either. A useless Level-0 who couldn't gain anything more than nothing. What did that say about him if he wasn't willing to have his own Pokemon like everyone else? Wouldn't it be normal to have at least one Pokemon by his side? Wasn't it abnormal in this world of Pokemon to be without one?

No, Touma was a Trainer.

Or he had been long ago.

Even someone without fortune as he had been given the gift of a friend of supernatural origin who had once been there for him as he had cried at the insults and abuse thrown his way. A child like him once had a friend who he had cherished as much as he did his parents, who he would have protected with all his might.

Just thinking back to those precious days that he had once had the fortune to have grasped with his own cursed hands was enough to tug on his lips.

How he missed the memory of a playful squirt of water splashing his face from the sharp-toothed grin of his first friend.

Reminiscing of those days only brought a foul after taste that made Touma shut his eyes bitterly. That was long ago and there was no recapturing those golden times. It would be a waste to try. His right hand would ensure such blissful illusions would be destroyed like all the rest.

"Why don't you have a Pokemon, Touma?"

Index was curious about that anomaly that was Kamijou Touma. A high school boy who lived in a godless city who rejected her own kinder faith and way of life for the cold and unfeeling reality of science. It was said boy who had a cursed right hand proven to reject all supernatural phenomena no matter if it was born of Magic or Science. Kamijou Touma was nothing special in the look departments, she would admit to such despite the heat making its way to her cheeks. He was by all accounts normal if it weren't for his right hand that made him out as a human Absol.

What made him really stand out besides his right hand though was his lack of a Pokemon companion. No matter what side of the world you were on, Magic or Science, you would find everyone making their way along the paths with a Pokemon by their side. Whether it was for the need of comfort, the need of love, the need of a weapon, the need to provide assistance, the need to be needed by someone, or the need to enact one's selfish desires, a Pokemon would be attained by the people of this world created by the father of all humans and Pokemon alike; Arceus.

She found it odd even in this city that was already strange to find a boy who rejected the need for such a loving being in his life. She couldn't understand it.

At least not a first glance.

Pain, bitterness, guilt, agony, and grief were buried behind those dark blue eyes which had grown stormy. No matter how hard Touma had tried to bury those emotions, this holy Sister could pick them out. Her heart sunk at what she had seen in those eyes that had been determined to protect her from a cabal of magicians willing to kill them both.

A scarred heart. The normal faced boy held a great scar in his chest preventing him from opening himself up to a Pokemon. The reasons didn't lay in stubbornness, pride, or hatred.

It lay with immense guilt that he couldn't forgive himself for.

What the story behind that great sorrow would remain hidden from those in this room. Index knew that no amount of prying from them would cause that kindhearted boy to easily reveal his pain.

It pained her to realize she couldn't repay Touma for all that he had done for her.

He scratched the back of his head out of habit, his eyes hiding away that pain of the past as he nervously laughed.

"What can I say? I just can't seem to get along with Pokemon like everyone else. There's just something about me that rubs them the wrong way. No use forcing someone to stay with you when they can't stand you; right?"

Did that mean that the boy in front of both Komoe and Index blamed himself for the inability to connect with Pokemon? Was that his excuse to refuse one? Just what was holding him back from such a wondrous bond that anyone could attain no matter how good or evil the person was?

What tragedy had cut that boy's heart so deeply?

"CAWW!"

"Eh? What's wrong, Zenchou-sa-YOU BASTARD! IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS DRIPPING DOWN MY HAIR?! IT'S WHITE, IT'S WHITE, IT'S WHITE! GROSS, IT FEELS CREAMY!"

Like that, the sullen atmosphere was shattered by the pleased red eyes of a Pokemon who wrought misfortune for his own amusement. Indeed, Zenchou had decided to relieve himself of the tasty Goldeen he had caught then and there. A terrible white, gooey, pasty bomb had been dropped onto an island of soft black spikes without warning. He felt no regret as Touma shot up and ran to the kitchen sink to clean off the white crap on his hair, throwing him off before he flapped his wings to land where the ill-aura boy had sat. Zenchou noticed the remaining curry and shrugged, decided to cleanse his pallet with a spicy treat.

He ignored the stares he was garnering for his latest stunt, choosing to peck at the savory veggies bathing in a spicy curry of his favorite berry.

Unlike the rest of those humans, he didn't allow that foolish human to continue sulking. There was no fouler misfortune than the one that ate away at the soul with honest to Arceus despair.

Zenchou was perfectly aware he wasn't earning positive points for his action but he did drag that boy out of the dark pit. He deserved a hefty reward for such generosity! But he wasn't so arrogant as to demand it. Eating what was left of the boy's meal was reward enough. If Touma was so hungry than he could eat out of the small bowl set aside for him.

"Y-You little bastard of flying kuurage! I should have just butchered you for meat in the first place!"

Zenchou craned his head back, staring with half-lidded eyes at the furious dark blue desiring nothing more than to pluck his feathers, chop him up, bread and cook him, and serve him as a delicious seasoned meal. The murderous gaze failed to ruffle his feathers.

"Caw, caw, caw?"

"Don't give me that Taurus shit! You could have easily flown out and done your business outside! As if you couldn't hold it! Now apologize, apologize, and repent!"

"Caw! Caw!"

"The hell kind of half-ass apology is that?! Don't be such a stubborn prick and just apologize, and admit you did it on purpose!"

"Caw."

"AS IF YOU BEING HONEST NOW IS GOING TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER, IDIOT!"

By now even Komoe's Magmar and Cubone were watching a high school boy shout his lungs out at a Murkrow without shame to how it looked to others. As Pokemon, they could perfectly understand what Zenchou was saying back unlike humans. Shockingly enough, Touma was responding back perfectly to the smug crow's taunting and pitiful excuses. It was almost word for word like the human had subtitles to read from.

To think such a plain human was capable of understanding a Pokemon so well. Especially one who had admitted to not getting along with them.

Despite the excuse Touma had made up, both Komoe and Index found such a reason was far too flimsy to be true. Fond smiles grew on their face as they watched Touma and Zenchou bicker at another.

What did such a scene appear to others? Would they say it was a fight between hated individuals who couldn't stand the other? Or was there something deeper, almost invisible to the naked eye, between the human and Pokemon who were both regarded as bringers of misfortune by others?

'You really are a stubborn boy, Kamijou-chan. How could you reject such a lovely connection? You're only harming yourself by dodging such a kind bond that would serve to only further grow you as a person. Can't you see that?'

What a truly troublesome student.

Komoe could only smile sadly at her student's stubborn ways as her free hand fell below the table to dig into the pocket of her dress. Her fingers rolled three collapsed capsules that every Trainer carried a spare of just in case they came across a friend to make.

No matter how many times Touma would deny the need of a Pokemon, Komoe wouldn't give up. She would never give up on her students no matter how fruitless her efforts appeared. When the time was right, her student would evolve past his current self and be ready to become a proper Esper, a proper Trainer, and share his heart with a Pokemon.

It was why she carried a few spare Pokeballs for the day that delinquent of a student commonly known to fail his tests, fail to complete his schoolwork, or fail to attend class, would capture his first friend in Academy City. At the sight of the Murkrow flapping its wings to peck at the annoyed spiky-haired boy's face, she couldn't help but feel such a day wasn't so far as she would have first believed. Perhaps a certain scaled Pokemon who had shown loyalty would also find himself joining in.

Under such a lively atmosphere even that scarred heart was bound to mend.

Even if just a little.

[-]

Once dinner was over with, the still healing and weak Index had immediately gone to sleep with a full belly that could no longer pack away at the delicious meal offered by one of god's servants. The snores from that very content Sister truly did remind Touma of a napping Munchlax that would scratch their protruding belly with a snore.

"After a feast like that, I believe that Sister-chan isn't too far off from making a full recovery! She's got enough energy to stand by herself and even gorge herself into a sleep-induced coma, don't you think?"

Touma, as annoyed as he was that Index had eaten every grain of leftovers he was hoping on saving for the next day, smiled at the deduction from his teacher. Currently, the two were busying themselves with washing the plates of the evening. Touma would wash the dishes and Komoe would dry them off next to him, standing close to his height thanks to the stool she had at ready. It was time for bed but as the one who had prepared tonight's meal, he felt obligated to clean up the mess left behind before he himself went to sleep. But as it turned out even a tipsy Komoe could still be stubborn, refusing that he be the one to clean up for the scrumptious meal he had slaved over. They had argued over who would be the one to do the dishes but in the end, it was decided that they both help out.

A glance Index's way brought a smirk to Touma's face at what he found snuggled against her chest. Zenchou, the Bringer of Misfortune, second only to his Imagine Breaker, was forcefully crushed into the young girl's chest like some stuffed Bewear. From the looks of his red eyes, Index was threatening to cause his very soul to burst out as his eyes bulged.

Served the bastard right for his earlier prank.

Those mischievous eyes were pleading Touma to save the Pokemon's life. A shaky feather reached out Touma's way, begging to freed of this torture that would reap his soul from this life.

Touma turned his back to suffering Dark-Type, abandoning it to just punishment for its sins.

Was it so bad that the sounds of a hoarse squawk of betrayal were music to his ears?

"Yeah, I guess things will return to normal soon enough." he mused softly.

How he wished that could be true.

There was still the matter of having to deal with the magicians hunting for said Sister first. As long as those who desired the secrets to magic knew of her existence, she wasn't safe. They would seek her out, scouring every nook and cranny of this city like a prowling Gumshoos, waiting patiently to snatch the grimoire library no matter how damaged the girl would come out. If things were to return to normal than the answer was simple but all the more dangerous.

To ensure Index's safety, her happiness, Kamijou Touma would have to defeat those deadly magicians all by himself. Asking for help from others wouldn't be wise when he had no intention of dragging anyone else into the world of Magic, of fables and godly figures who spun the rules of their world into their own malicious designs out of their own selfish desires. Komoe had already been threatened by being exposed as she was. She could have suffered horribly. That loving and caring woman's brain would have been turned into a mushy pile of gray matter if she hadn't been so lucky as to escape the recoil.

If she had been an esper, she would have died.

Fortune would not have smiled upon her.

If Touma were to turn to the likes of Anti-Skill, Judgment, anyone connected to the Science side, they would be at high risk of a nasty fate. It was bad enough he had been forced to use his own teacher to save Index's life.

He wouldn't be doing that again. He wouldn't be risking someone's happiness like that again!

Saving Index meant he would be facing those unknown enemies by himself with no help. Alone, he would fight the magicians with his bare hands, using whatever tricks and tools he came upon to defeat those who cared little to the joy they would be robbing from one girl. It didn't matter how dirty the attack was, how dishonest it appeared, how devoid of honor it may be; if the solution was purely violent and solved with his fist than he would use it to end it all.

Violence was the one tool this pitiful highschooler had to work with; it was always his only means to fight.

What would tomorrow bring? Would it bring a fight against those magicians? Could he solve everything by seeking them out and just putting an end to it all? Or would his misfortune strike as it always did?

These past few days filled with smiles, laughter, and fun was nostalgic. It was a familiar sensation he couldn't shake off.

Hadn't he done this before with another girl who was being hunted down for her power? Hadn't he tried to save a girl who only wished to return to her normal everyday life? Wasn't this the same?

Would this just be another failed attempt to play the hero?

"Would you just be another Ayu?"

"You say something, Kamijou-chan?"

Touma mentally cursed at the slip of his own musings and moved swiftly to deflect any inquires to that name.

"S-So, uh, I-I met your next door neighbor today!" Touma spoke brightly, hoping that the mention of the beautiful onee-san would steer his teacher away from further questions.

Luckily the mention of said woman was enough.

Komoe smiled happily at the mention of his greatest fantasy.

"Oh, you met with Yuri-chan? I'm glad, she is a wonderful girl who's on the verge of womanhood. She's only twenty-years-old and working hard as a student in a well-known university for her teaching degree, so I consider her a sort of kouhai. Like yourself, she's a Level-0 whose grown under the stigma most in the city sees her as but she's grown past such jeers to become an upstanding young woman who works hard to help others." Komoe explained pleasantly as her pink eyes found themselves roaming to the very wall that separated her from her neighbor, "She's truly a kind young woman who wants nothing more than to help those in need. She's said that she feels no greater joy than helping those younger espers to find a happy answer to their problems. She wants to be the kind of teacher that is remembered fondly even after her students graduate years later. You can tell she's the kind of person who dreamed of such a childish dream at a young age. I bet she even played teacher non-stop in elementary school!"

Touma couldn't but smile at such a person. He had already gotten to know a bit of said purple-haired onee-san. One who had grown to overcome her weakness with the wish to aid those who had felt the same powerlessness as she did. It was nice to know that there were Level-0s out there that had grown to not blame the city for their status and instead chose to improve the city however they could.

"Yeah, she seemed like a very nice person. Pretty too."

For some reason, Komoe felt incredibly annoyed by the blissful sigh from that blushing boy's face. Right, she had almost forgotten the appearance of the hard-working young and single woman. A busty chest which was always strained by whatever shirt she wore, lovely curves hugged by her clothes, a perfect and ample behind, and an affectionate aura that screamed onee-san. Wasn't that the archetype of woman that Touma was constantly shouting about in class with the members of the Delta Force?

The very lustful desires of her delinquent of a student slept right next to him at the moment.

"Don't attempt anything funny, Kamijou-chan! Yuri-chan is a diligent student who works herself to the bone every day to complete her studies without the help of her peers or parents. It's to the point she doesn't have time to say something about any disturbances that she hears through the walls as she's nose deep in her studies. The last thing she needs to distract her is a troublesome playboy whose poor grades would be enough to capture her attention enough to make want to care for you. Knowing you, you would jump at the chance at private tutoring lessons in her own room where a number of perverted events could transpire."

"I find it very troubling that you have zero faith in your own student's integrity! I mean, yes; Yuri-onee-san is extremely hot and sexy, the very picture of my wildest dreams! Just the memory of her curves, slim waist, voluptuous breasts, and motherly smile is enough for this Kamijou-san's blood to race to a certain area! But that doesn't mean I would ever do such a thing as taking advantage of such a babe! I-I...don't think I would even have the courage to so much as even hold hands with such a woman." Touma admitted nervously to the very thought of even grazing the image of someone who fits the role of Dorm Manager Onee-san.

Even the realization of the woman of his dreams was most likely sleeping behind those flimsy walls was enough to cause his heart to beat against his chest as if it was attempting to break out. When did a Lopunny find itself making a home in his chest and decide to practice her kicks indoors?

Komoe knew her student wouldn't do such a thing. Kamijou Touma was rather honest and kind despite fitting the image of a delinquent. None the less, her cheeks were puffed up at the description that boy was depicting rather shamelessly.

"As I said, she's rather studious. I hardly see her once she leaves or goes back to her room. You would think she was shut-in sometimes because of that behavior. The truth is she's just the type to be completely focused on her task and would turn down a friend's invite to a karaoke bar on break for her own schoolwork. So, I don't want you causing her any trouble with your antics that have a habit of attracting woman left and right with a high capture rate comparable to either an Ultra Ball or possibly a Master Ball."

Enrapturing woman? Wait, didn't she call this Kamijou-san a playboy earlier too? Just who did she think he was?! The protagonist of some crappy harem manga?! As if he had that kind of luck! If such an obvious lie was true then he would have already snagged himself a girlfriend!

"Speaking on matters of a woman's heart...Sensei has a matter to discuss with you."

"If this involves Index than don't bother. I've only known her for two days now and I find it hard to believe that she would think of me like this." he wiggled his pinky at his teacher with a flat stare.

The only thing that supposedly holy Sister liked about him was his cooking. And maybe the taste of his flesh since she had a habit of biting him as if he was her favorite chew toy.

"To reiterate; she is not my type."

"Yes, yes, it's clearly the hard-working Onee-san next door." Komoe huffed with bloated cheeks belonging to Greedent, "Though what I wish to speak to you about does involve Index-chan. As of late, I have been lending her my pajamas to sleep in since her white robe and headdress were stained with blood from whatever incident you two were involved in. I went ahead and had them washed and dry cleaned for her before coming back from work, so she's free to wear them again come morning. On the other hand, I found I had to dispose of her undergarments due to the heavy amount of blood that had been absorbed into the fabric. It would have cost Sensei a considerable amount to rid such stains, money I find would be better spent buying her a fresh new set instead."

"So, you're going to buy Index a couple of bras and panties?" Touma acknowledged without shame to the resting nun's innocence. Question was; why tell him? It's not like he knew what kind of panties or bras the Sister preferred. Knowing such of a lady of the church would be considered a sin, right?

"Well, I would but-"

A sense of dread struck Touma as the last of the dishes was put away. A nervous sweat developed on his face as his entire body trembled at the hanging sentence of his cute teacher.

No, no, no! Not this tired old cliché!

"Sensei's going to have to stay a little longer than usual to grade a few extra stacks of schoolwork these next few days. One of the teachers helping with aiding those in remedial lessons had to call out today. They were a member of Anti-Skill who had been harmed during an attack on District 21's storage houses and will be out of commission for the next week. Not to mention Yomikawa-chan has her hands busy dealing with a situation in District 2 involving a group of Skill-Outs attacking one of their stations. Due to the missing spots, I will have to help in taking care of whatever workload those teachers students have completed along with my own. I will be far too busy to go along with Index-chan to pick up the very essential items every woman needs."

"You're kidding me. Are you seriously asking me, a healthy high school boy, to accompany a girl, who by all rights belongs in middle school, as she buys underwear?! C-Can't she borrow yours?" he begged desperately to which Komoe shook her head.

"As long as Index-chan resides here, she must have her clothes to choose from. Besides...she's complained that my own undergarments are tight on her."

"T-Tight!?"

In what way? In what way were Komoe's bras and panties tight on Index?!

"Bad Kamijou-chan!"

A dried clothe slapped the blushing boy's face as his mind wandered into the filth alongside Trubbish.

Rubbing the stinging mark on his face, Touma found he could only exhale and nod. It was important that Index didn't go commando. Besides, it was just a short shopping trip. Even an idiot like him could do something so simple. It wasn't like she was going to be modeling what she picked out either.

Right?

"Fine, I'll take Index after tomorrow. I still don't think she's fit to be going out in her condition, so we'll wait until she's good enough to walk without feeling exhausted. I'm sure she's getting stir crazy anyways. There should be a store in District 7 th-"

Komoe cut him off right away with a lecturing finger waved in his face.

"No, that won't do, Kamijou-chan! The Sister-chan needs proper undergarments, not some cheap pair that can be found in some cheap store. Not only will she need her own undergarments but she should also have a spare set of clothes and feminine products to herself. So, you'll be taking her to District 15. And don't give me that paling face that speaks in fear of your lowly income; Sensei will be giving you a fair amount of Pokeyen for the trip that will cover for her needs. Besides, it'll be a nice chance for Sister to sight-see the wonders of Academy City. I'm sure you won't go overboard either."

District 15? The section of the city focused on providing entertainment, shopping malls, and mass communication? That district was far too rich for this simple-minded Kamijou-san's blood. It was rare for him to even cross said district. The only times he had ever gone were those rare moments he was dragged away by Aogami and Tsuchimikado for matters that involved the Delta Force's research and debauchery. He wasn't even sure he had ever bought anything from there stores since he could find cheaper products in District 7.

He would have argued that it would be better they stick to District 7 instead but those pink eyes glaring at him cutely wouldn't take No for an answer.

A trip to District 15 wouldn't be so bad, would it? It was a very crowded area, leaving little openings for those magicians to strike or attempt anything in regards to Index. Plus it would be a great opportunity to learn more about the girl known as Index. They would shop, grab a bite to eat, and maybe even find a chance to watch a public Pokemon battle. He could even show her the Battle Facility that could be found there if she wanted.

After everything she had to endure because of the poisonous material she had been forced to memorize, she deserved a nice day of relaxation and fun. Even he could provide such an experience.

Slowly a smile developed on his lips as he thought to their future outing and the day he would spend with the bluish-silver haired Sister. Frankly, it did sound like fun. So why deny such a chance to hang out with the sweet, gluttonous girl?

"I guess I got no choice then? It wouldn't hurt to show her around Academy City. Who knows how long she'll be here anyway? Might as well take her to see a few sights in this great city of science. Not many people outside this region are offered such a treat."

It was decided then. Once the holy Sister had recovered, this Level-0 would take Index on a tour of the city while they bought her a few essentials. It would be a pleasant memory for her to forever memorize. One of many to come for as long as she resided here.

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Between The Lines 5.

Academy City focused on many areas of commerce besides scientific research to better accommodate the large body of students and adults who resided in the region. Yes, they were focused on studying Espers, Pokemon, Evolution, matters involving special stones capable of granting immense power, and technology, but that didn't mean that they would ignore the needs of its people. The governing Board of Directors had made sure to offer plenty for those students and adults to do in their free time. After all, disgruntled and unhappy test subjects didn't make for pleasing results.

Due to the need to please the people of Academy City, several districts were designed with such thoughts in mind to ease the pressure of their studious life. One such place was District 15; a shopping district offering a wide variety of malls, arcades, karaoke bars, bowling alleys, Pokemon Battle arenas, parks, and restaurants. It was a section of the city geared towards the fun and relaxation of both humans and Pokemon rather than housing or research.

Of all the locations in District 15, there could only be one research facility found and geared to the development of Level-3 espers; The Battle Facility known as Kokyu Tower.

In all of Academy City, it was the only facility that allowed the free use of an esper and Pokemon's unique combined power; The ASRL System. Like the use of esper abilities outside designated areas or without authorized use like those of Judgment, it was forbidden for an esper to activate such a powerful technique due to the heavy strain it put on the human and Pokemon's mind, and the destructive potential that threatened others. To use such a fearsome technique which dampened the natural limiters of an esper and shared their Personal Reality with their Pokemon on others, would incur the likes of Judgment and Anti-Skill to respond.

The guilty party would find themselves confiscated of their ES-Gems, forbidden from using the Battle Facilities for a decided amount of time, have their stipends shortened, and be left to pay a hefty fee for breaking the law.

The Battle Facilities in question only allowed authorized personnel to enter their labs or use their facilities. Those considered authorized personnel would be the espers fitting the level requirement of the research space and the adults who supervised their progress. Each lab was designed to monitor the growth of said espers through various trails and combat, most of which required an esper and Pokemon to utilize the ASRL System to the best of their ability for however long as possible. No one else but the students who undertook the challenge of the Battle Facility were allowed entry; spectators were forbidden.

It was said a research arena was rumored to contain a wealth of knowledge concerning the growth of Espers. The same could be said about what results were found from the Pokemon of said students who were undergoing a change that no longer qualified them as your average Pokemon of the wild fields. Just like their masters, those Pokemon had undergone a change to their biology of which many scientists believed made them stronger due to the various drugs they had taken and believed were no different than Pokemon Vitamins.

Each lab was equipped with its own security task force to protect the scientific material detailing the treasure trove of discoveries concerning both species. Anyone who could steal such research, escape the city region, and sell the secrets for a profit to those interested in Academy City's research for their own benefits, would be set for life.

Breaking into such a place was a vain venture.

You would expect a gang of Level-0s to understand that.

"If this works, it would be a damn of an embarrassment for those failures known as adults. The Battle Facilities are rumored to stand against the might of Hyper Beams, right? They've thought of all kinds of threats to their place from espers, bombs, Pokemon Moves, and natural disasters; would they have ever thought of any contingency plans for Level-0s though?"

A malicious grin flashed as Byoki mingled in the crowded streets of District 15 in his false Judgment uniform. Summertime was the busiest time of the year for District 15, second only to Christmas time. The streets were packed with students and Pokemon who wanted to enjoy their vacation time before having to return to their studies.

Such a place made a perfect cover for those who didn't want to be found or picked out.

Breaking free of the crowds, the Toxic Hazard thug made his way to a nearby park designed for casual battles between Trainers. A decent amount of people were gathered around to watch a battle between a Solrock and a Loudred, making it a fitting place to stand by. He idly paid the match some attention as he spoke over the phone.

"Seriously, the plans rather brutal and targets ordinary people with some nasty effects. Do you really think it will work? Second, only to Gomi, you're the smartest egg in the organization despite how you look."

"Even if said plan came from the filthy mind of Gobi, I won't say it isn't without its cleverness. To think such a brilliant attack came from such a piece of shit. And what do you mean how I look? Are you saying because I'm a woman, I can't wear what I want without being ogled like a piece of meat?"

"You know it really does get annoying when you keep speaking about how I'm such an ass for complaining because you're a chick. Seriously, Sauia-san, have you forgotten we're on the same team? I'm nothing like that fat wad."

"Says the bastard who I caught checking me out during our last meeting."

"Can you blame me when your boob was this seriously close to being exposed in that loose hanging shirt?!"

No one close by to the 'Judgment' boy understood why he pinched his fingers to reveal a barely visible space between the digits. But the perverted grin on his face was concerning.

"Pig. And am I right that you've recently undertaken Gebi's verbal tick of saying 'Seriously'? I've noticed it several times now since he was locked up."

At the mention of one of his precious grunts being taken by the adults of this city, Byoki grunted deeply as he sucked his teeth. Of all his grunts, he liked that idiot the most. He had even felt flattered that the Alolan Muk haired boy had named one of his Pokemon after Byoki.

"I haven't noticed; guess I miss that honorable brat. I would have taken him out if I could but we've got a lot to do before then. We've just about gathered everything that's needed for the Final Phase. You said that the bracelet's just about done, right? All you're missing is some program data to reference from to make sure it works?"

Over on the other line's end, the girl known as Sauia exhaled wearily as if just thinking about the matter brought a headache.

"I should have known that it wouldn't be so simple. Just having the components for the bracelet wasn't enough even if we have 'That' with us. If we resided in Galar, it wouldn't be too hard to take what we needed since you would simply need to pick out a Trainer that carried such a thing with them to challenge the Gym Leaders. But this is Academy City, so we lack the resources publicly. We were lucky to have discovered the scientists here are researching the subject behind closed doors for their own self-interests. To ensure that everything goes perfectly without any hiccups, I will need to build the program from scratch using the ASRL System as a reference. And the only place to find such material would be the Battle Facilities."

A few of the younger students noticed Byoki, waving his way politely out of respect that the secret thug returned. An explosion rang out from the intersection of attacks between Pokemon, creating a wave of applause and cheers that were far too loud for his liking. Moving away from the battle that was going in favor of the Solrock, Byoki set his sights to search for any nearby Anti-Skill or Judgment.

"To think a dominatrix like you was a whiz behind the computer. Seriously, you're betraying your archetype, Saiua-san."

"Shut the fuck up, you filthy Mankey. I'm already in a bad enough mood as it is; don't go reminding me about that spiky-haired punk."

"Oooh~! Got a boy in mind, Saiua-san? Finally find the S to your M, huh, huh, huh?!"

"I'm not kidding, I'm this close to abandoning you and letting you carry out the plan with only that piece of human waste."

"….Back up, did you say 'piece of human waste'?"

Byoki hissed angrily, knowing there was only one member of their family Saiua referred to in such a way. Even if she disliked men in general no matter their level, there was one special man that had been openly insulted so venomously.

For good reason too.

"Tch, I'm not sure how he did it but Gomi had a few of our own grunts help him escape with the use of poisonous gas bombs at the Anti-Skill station he was kept in. He was broken out mid-afternoon yesterday and talked to the Boss for forgiveness. And you know how the Boss is; they're best friends going back all the way to the start of high school." Saiua spoke in annoyance as Byoki pictured the punk girl dragging her hand down her weary face, "I don't like it but we will be needing his assistance in what we have planned. He may be a vile monster that sickens me greatly but he knows his way around chemicals better than anyone else. We're going to need his expertise with his poisons if we have any hope of breaking into much more than the Battle Facility."

It took incredible control to prevent himself from cursing out loud at the upsetting reveal. Byoki's face twitched, struggling to contain the snarl from his lips.

Toxic Hazard was a gang of Level-0s fed up with how Academy City had treated them and believe it was their fault that they were poisoned with the label of Powerless. For that reason, Level-0s had joined them in returning that venom back into the system so that they had a taste of their own medicine. They of all people knew they weren't heroes, crusaders, or justice seekers. They were students who had nothing left but to resort to violence for any chance of making any change to their shitty situations. What they were doing was wrong for all the right reasons.

Byoki himself was a Level-0 who found he couldn't continue on pretending he was going to get any stronger alongside the tools known as Pokemon handed down by those cold faced adults under the system that failed him time and time again. But that wasn't the sole reason he had dropped out and despised the city of science.

No, the reason laid in the young, hopeful, naive children who were suckered in to be turned into subjects for the research purposes of those shitty adults.

The Power Curriculum was a system that poisoned the bodies of humans and Pokemon alike. It promised power to those young children who wanted to breathe fire like their Pokemon buddies who were born gifted and talented. It lured wide-eyed children in with sweet words and promises only to fail them and toss them aside. Children were marked as worthless by adults who were supposed to care and nurture them with kindness and love. But this cold world of science would make an Ice-Type jealous of how frigid it could be.

Such a world sickened him. He couldn't stand it and wanted nothing more than to change it somehow! It was why he had joined Toxic Hazard after meeting his Boss and become one of the three Admins of the organization of Level-0s.

He knew that Saiua had her reasons as well in becoming a fellow Toxic Hazard Admin. He understood why she could be such a bitch and her hate of men in general. Being a Level-0 meant that they could be easily taken advantage of after all. It was why she despised Gomi vehemently and always pleaded that their Boss let him go.

Gebi was a middle schooler who had been bullied constantly for his level. You wouldn't expect it of him from how he looked but the Alolan Muk haired themed boy was a pushover who could only cry about his mistreatment like Cubone who lost their mother. It was only after being saved from a group of Level-2s by Gomi that Gebi had discovered his violent nature buried beneath. Such a harsh and crude attitude made him rise quickly in their ranks as an Enforcer despite how young he was.

But out of all of the top members of Toxic Hazard, Gomi Gio was the least deserving of any sympathy. The fat asshole was simply a Level-0 who hadn't bothered in caring about his studies, felt self-righteous and deserving of respect due to his genius, and would rather make others do his work for him by intimidation. He was a bully by nature, having been labeled a Level-0 had nothing to do with it. Not to mention that prick had the nasty habit of abusing girls and forcing himself on them with the aid of his poisons and Pokemon.

The only good such garbage was for would be his talent in chemistry that allowed them to mix together powerful toxins.

Such a person was better off to rot behind bars. But their Boss had use for such a piece of work.

As much as he despised it, Byoki would have to work alongside the human Garbodour.

"If that fucking moron screws this up because of his disgusting habits, I'm not to be blamed for the slit throat Anti-Skill finds the next day!"

He couldn't see it but Byoki knew that Saiua was grinning darkly.

"And here I thought you didn't know how to sweet talk a girl."

The conversation would come to an end as Byoki received the last of his instructions for their plan. There was no need to ask any more about Gomi's involvement since he would have to meet the fat idiot in person at the designated meeting spot. If Gomi was as smart as he made himself out to be then he would arrive in disguise.

Working the tension out of his arms with a few light stretches, Byoki returned to playing the part of an honest Judgment member as he continued walking about the shopping district to kill off some time. He might as well stop by a cafe while he was at it. A good coffee that was discounted because of his status as a 'Judgment' member should help to calm him down and keep him from punching Gomi's face when they met.

In all the planning for their revenge against Academy City, Byoki couldn't help but feel like he forgot about something equally important in his mind as he became one with the crowd of students. Idly, he noticed a certain hairstyle various high school boys possessed.

'Spiky hair, huh? It couldn't be.'

Kamijou Touma was a matter to be dealt with personally later. There were only so many hours of the day to fit in a selfish desire to beat up the bastard who brought down one of his naive grunts.

[-]

"Touma, Touma! What's that over there!?"

"I think that's a Pokemon Arcade. Unlike ordinary arcades, it contains games that you can play alongside your Pokemon. I think they have a game that pits both esper and Pokemon against each other in basketball and billiards. You never forget the sight of an Alakazam rage quitting in a beat 'em up."

"Oh, oh, oh! What about that there?!"

"That's a Maid Cafe that offers tea, coffee, and sweets to both humans and Pokemon. I think you can even buy a maid outfit for your Pokemon there too. Another thing you can't forget is a Lucario forced to wear a frilly cosplay."

"What about that place then?"

"I think its a Pokeball Shop. It allows Trainers to customize the effects of Pokemon being called out with fancy lights, symbols, and music. You can even switch out the original Pokeball for a new one and design it if you want to be creative."

The commute to District 15 went rather smoothly despite it being Index's first time on a bus. While she may have recovered these past few days to walk about without any signs of strain, Touma was being careful not to exert her under too much physical stress. It had been peaceful, no magicians in sight, and nothing had come up to ruin the ride to the shopping district. Touma couldn't help but sigh in relief as they arrived to walk among the other students who were lucky to enjoy a summer vacation without extra schoolwork or remedial lessons.

Since this was Index's first time to Academy City's hub of shopping and entertainment, second to District 6's amusement parks, he decided to not rush their mission in buying Index's necessities and just enjoy a walk around the many shops, arcades, parks, and restaurants that could be found in all corners of the district. A tour was in order and Touma was going to deliver.

He was in a pretty good mood considering.

"C-Cawww."

The weak cry of a certain Murkrow that was struggling to breathe might have something to do with his bright smile.

Due to Index's own Pokemon, Blewog, still missing in action, she needed something soft and adorable to hug. And since Zenchou was still sticking around for whatever reason the Pokemon only understood, it left him at the mercy of that holy Sister's grasp. There was no fighting Index's embrace that welcomed that sinner into the arms that wished to absolve him of his evildoing. It was honestly an odd sight to see a nun hugging a Murkrow like he was some beloved toy.

Touma, of course, ignored Zenchou's pleas for help. He didn't want to upset Index after all.

Yeah, that was his innocent reason and now way an excuse.

Even if Touma wasn't too knowledgeable of every place in District 15, he could still describe what he could to Index. If they had some time later, he would look up the spots with his phone. No, wait, he didn't have a phone right now. It was broken due to a misstep from his first meeting with Index. Maybe they had a brochure?

"Do you think they have a place for Pokemon battles? I would really love to see how espers battle another without the use of magic."

"I think there are a couple of parks that allow battling. I know battles between Pokemon are better found in District 6, but we can find one here for sure. Though we can search them out later. We still have to reach the mall to take care of what we came for after all."

The smile on that innocent girl's face lite up his own face despite Zenchou's squeaked cry.

There came only one problem.

"Where is the mall anyway?"

"I have no idea."

"Wait, what?"

The flat reply came with no shame from Touma's mouth.

Where was the mall? He hadn't a clue. He had never gone to District 15 for shopping when he could find much better deals fit for a Level-0s low income in District 7. His past visits were with the other members of the Delta Force to hang out at the arcade and occasionally eat at a maid cafe. Going to a pricey mall would only be self-torture.

With no phone to help him navigate their way to the mall among all the stores in the big district, Touma had no other choice but to walk about until he found their destination or found a random shop to settle for.

Was it the best plan? For this plain old Level-0; yes, yes it was. There was no need for glaring, Index-san. Please, there was no reason for your teeth to be glinting so sharply either!

Index withheld herself from chomping down on the idiot boy's skull with a sigh. It was bad enough Touma had to be there when she had to buy panties and bras in the first place. Still, it was rather nice to be out in her favorite robe again and touring one of Academy City's districts; despite the golden pins holding the fabric together. She did blush that she could go out with Touma like this, just a boy and girl, walking a trendy part of the city and enjoying each other's company.

Wasn't this what they called a date?

Touma paid the red-faced Sister no mind as he scratched his chin in contemplation. They had been wandering around for a good half-hour now. Maybe it would be a good idea to ask for directions? Certainly wouldn't hurt to find someone who knew where to point them.

New plan in mind, Touma stopped walking, allowing the students and Pokemon around him to flow by as he searched for someone to ask for directions. They didn't need to be anything special, anyone would do.

Everywhere he looked, he found people were minding their own business, preoccupied with their own conversations or activities. He didn't want to be rude, so he limited his search for those who weren't too busy as he scanned over the students and Pokemon in his sight.

"Pretty girl like you shouldn't be alone, you know? It's really a shame you don't have any friends with you to accompany you. Hey, how's you like to hang out with me and my buddies for a bit? We got some plans later but we can always make time for a lonely girl in need of company."

…

Why now? Why did he have to come across such a familiar scene out in the open!? Everything had been going so well until now, damn it!

The oh-so-familiar sickly smooth voice trying to coax their victim into following them caught Touma's attention to lead his eyes to the ever cliché scene of four smug-faced espers crowding around a girl. He couldn't make out much of the girl's appearance other than dark hair but he could see she was trying to look anywhere but the boys. One of whom had decided her personal space didn't matter as he gripped her shoulder to bring her closer to his friends.

Touma could make out the dark-haired girl shiver at the unwanted contact which made him scowl in irritation.

"Come on, don't be shy! We'll show you a good time; pinky promise! No need to make a scene, right? You don't want people staring at the weird girl who wants to be the center of attention. They'll only look at you like you were a pest begging to be messed with."

The dark-haired girl shrunk back only for the aggressive boy with a charming smile to pull her closer to the boys. Two pigtails could be seen as Touma got a look at the shy girl's face that spoke of being uncomfortable at the situation and attention. No matter how she tried to get away, she would be boxed in by the taller boys who caged her in like Flying-Types to a Bug-Type.

The discomforting situation of a lone girl being cornered by high and mighty espers was one being largely ignored by the sea of people passing them by. Whispers could be heard that spoke of the rude boys' behavior but made no move to help. Few made remarks about the girl being at fault for not saying anything. Others appeared upset but shook their heads, choosing to step away. Anti-Skill or Judgment would save her, they mumbled as they walked away from the poor girl that was being dragged along against her will.

Nothing but excuses could be heard.

"Follow my lead, Index."

Index blinked as Touma leaned down and whispered to her. Like him, she was glaring at the scene of four rude boys harassing a poor girl who couldn't fight back their advances.

What did he mean by following his lead?

"Ah! There you are! Do you know how long it took me to find you? Sheesh, I told you to stick close to us or you'd get lost! Thanks for finding her, guys!"

Without waiting for her, Touma quickly walked over to the four boys that circled the dark-haired girl, taking them all by surprise as he slipped past them with a bit of force and grabbed the girl's arm with a friendly smile. Seeing Touma's intervention, the boys carefully backed off but did not leave, choosing to glare warily at the random boy who got in their way.

It only took Index a moment to realize what he was doing.

Clever boy.

"Caw!"

"Wait for me, Touma! Did you find her? Oh, there you are! I was worried that we'd lost you!"

Index bounded over as her grip over Zenchou loosened enough for the Dark-Type to fly free. Like Touma, she took one of the confused dark-haired girl's hands in her own, offering the stranger a kind smile as she gently tugged her away from those rude boys alongside Touma. The dark pig-tailed student blinked, unsure of what to say as her lips moved with a tremble.

"W-Who-?"

"Come on, we should get going! Oh, and thanks again for keeping our friend company, guys. We really appreciate it!"

The puzzled expression on the dark pig-tailed girl's face was ignored as she was pulled away from the boys who had cornered her and was ready to lead her away for their own idea of 'fun'. Whoever the spiky-haired boy and bluish-silver haired Sister were, they had realized she wasn't comfortable and wanted to escape her predicament. Even the Murkrow resting on top of the high school boy's head had set a mean glare at one of the boys that had moved to follow after them, only to be shot down by the intimidating red eyes rumored to curse those who caught the Pokemon's ire.

When others close by to see how she wanted no part in what the boys were offering ignored her, two complete strangers had responded and dove in to save her.

"If you see those jerks so much as try to follow us, don't be afraid to send them running with a Night Shade."

"Caw, caw, caw!"

"Stop being a pest. I'll treat you to something spicy though if they find some crap splattered on their clothes. Especially the one with the obvious dyed red hair; it looked like his clothes cost ten times my government stipend."

"Touma! We still don't know where the mall is! And I'm starting to feel hungry again!"

"You just ate an hour ago! How can you still be hungry after such a large breakfast! D-Don' t tell me you've got a grimoire in that head of yours that's allowed you to contain a black hole where your stomach should be!?"

The dark pig-tailed girl gulped nervously as she was lead away a fair distance from earlier, her hand still held gingerly with the loss of the boys, by the two strangers who had come to her rescue. She wasn't sure they even knew where they were going either. Or that they even realized they had yet to let her go as the three talked among themselves. Eventually, she decided to speak up as they came to a crosswalk.

"Um, who are you two?"

Touma's eyes grew wide, having forgotten the girl they were leading around. He even still held her hand in his own like Index. How embarrassing. The poor girl must have thought she had been kidnapped by another pair of strangers.

"Oh, right; sorry about that, Stranger-san! I can't believe we forgot about you! Apologies for startling you back there, but the last thing I wanted to do was start a fight right now. I'm actually surprised this trick worked this time. Most of the time, I find myself running away from the ticked off thugs by the end of it. Not everyone seems to understand what I'm up to, sadly."

He scratched the side of his head with a weak laugh as Index let go of the shy girl's hand to offer her own apology with a bow.

"I'm sorry too. But I couldn't stand by either. As a Sister of Galar's holy church, it's my duty to save those in need of salvation. Esper or not, you don't deserve to be ignored."

Zenchou clicked its tongue, ignoring the dark pig-tailed girl to peck at his wing feathers.

Touma offered the still shy girl a reassuring grin. Now that he got a good look at her, he noticed that she had chosen to remain in her school uniform, one he recognized as belonging to the Private Shidarezakura Academy. There were two long bangs to the side of her cute meek along with amber eyes that held a soft, naive innocence to them.

Against his better judgment, his gaze fell a few centimeters down to the middle schooler's busty chest that stuck out.

Oppai!

'...Is it me, or have I been meeting a bunch of busty girls as of late?'

No wonder those smug bastards had targeted her.

She was still staring at him, her face growing red as she dropped her head to stare at the ground. Man, she really was the cute, shy type.

"Y-You're still h-holding my hand."

Really? Huh, upon closer look, he was.

"Sorry! This Kamijou-san didn't mean to!"

"Touma! Don't you know not to act so rude to such a delicate flower! It's alright, Stranger-chan! Index won't allow that ignorant boy to scare you anymore."

Since when was Index so buddy-buddy with a stranger? The Sister had left his side to comfort the dark pig-tailed Shidarezakura student like she was some old friend.

"By the way, my name's Index Librorum Prohibitorum. You can call me Index though."

"Index?" The Shidarezakura girl spoke softly as she stared at the pleased Sister.

"Yup! What about you? What's your name?"

"Index." Touma warned lightly at the pushy girl's advances, "It's rude to make someone tell you their name. I'm sure she just wants to go about her way now. She doesn't need to know our names or anything. All that matters is that she's safe. We've done our part; she's safe. There's no need for us to stick around or bother her any further."

"How rude! Don't tell me you've done this before; saving some random person in need only to leave them once they're safe without even introducing yourself. That's not nice at all! You're not going to be making any friends like that anytime soon!"

"...Friends?"

For some reason the simple word alone caused the Shidarezakura student to grow still as her wide eyes turned to her saviors. Touma found himself having to stop a frown from forming at what he saw in those suddenly focused amber eyes.

Sadness? Joy? Desperation? Longing?

Just what had such a cute girl been through for such emotions to arise at the mention of a friend from a complete stranger?

Index hadn't caught on to the odd behavior, smiling brightly as always as she nodded her head. Such a kind and naive Sister was akin to a light illuminating everything in her path. To the shaken Shidarezakura student it was a welcome kindness that eased her stiff shoulders and caused her to stare at the out of place holy girl.

"Well, strangers are just friends you haven't met yet! So, what's wrong in making a friend of the person you've helped out? I know I wouldn't mind and I've already done so; don't you think, Touma?"

The bright smile on Index's face appeared far brighter than the sun above their heads, a light which caused a warm rush to Touma's face as the white habit nun giggled.

Two days ago, Kamijou Touma had just been a stranger, a face in the sea of Academy City's populace that blended in without effort. Very little reason could be found on why anyone would seek him out for something as simple as friendship. A nobody, a magnet for misfortune, a boy always getting into fights, an idiot, and a Trainer without a Pokemon. He was exactly the type of person people would steer away from. He was a stranger who went about his own life, never seeking out others due to his own misfortune. In his early years, he would never dare to reach out to anyone in fear of his curse infecting others who would brand him once again as a God of Pestilence.

If it wasn't for his classmates being quirky and odd, he would have been a loner instead of being constantly dragged along in their idiocy.

Kamijou Touma wasn't the kind of boy to seek others out, yet somehow, he had come across a Sister from Galar, in need of help, fought a Magician and Houndoom, and came out of the special event as her friend? Him? A boy known as The God of Pestilence had made friends with a pious nun-in-training despite how ridiculously far apart their worlds were from another. A meeting between strangers had formed a bond before his very eyes which he was now fighting to guard with all his might.

Touma's lips curled. Only now did he realize that Index was right; she had become his friend despite the short amount of time it had taken. Really, how stupid had he been to no see it. Had Index seen it that way this entire time from the very beginning?

"Besides, I could use a female friend right about now. If I'm going to be buying 'those' for myself, I'm going to need help from someone who knows what I'm looking for. I don't need you peeping in when I'm trying out panties or you commanding Zenchou to steal my bra, forcing me to run out in public as he drops it off into your hands like it were some jewel."

Invisible arrows pierced the fragile core of Touma's heart and nearly made him buckle.

There went the moment.

"Aren't nun's suppose to be faithful? Where's the faith in this Kamijou-san?! And don't blame Zenchou's rotten schemes on me! What am I, his Trainer?! If so, I'd like to ask directions to the nearest, largest, deepest, body of water in the city to chuck his Pokeball to! Free me of this curse, damn it!"

Several rapid pecks were Zenchou's own remark to the comment of his self-imposed nest that should know better than to speak up to the new landlord.

At least Touma had discovered a solution to his earlier problem as he swatted Zenchou's rapid-fire beak strikes.

"Actually, you wouldn't happen to know where we can find the closest mall around here, Stranger-san? We're actually on our way to buy Index some," Touma coughed mid-sentence with a small dust of pink on his face, "Important female clothing that no young lady should be without. It would be much appreciated if you could show us around if you can. We don't want to trouble you if you have plans already though, so-"

"I'll do it!"

Wow, that was a rather quick and excited response comparable to being strikes by Extreme Speed.

The dark pig-tailed Private Shidarezakura Student wore a delighted expression that was utterly genuine as she clapped her hands together in front of her bouncing chest. The excitement she was feeling was making her body tremble lightly, doing wondrous things to her pillowy cushions this simple Kamijou-san tried to ignore. If this was a manga, this would be the point in the scene where colorful orbs and sparkles would appear floating around her.

"I was actually heading there myself before I was interrupted. I would love nothing more than to show you the way a-and, if you t-two don't mind, join you for a bit?" she asked hopefully with a shy stare.

Well having a girl help out with Index's shopping would save him a whole lot of humiliation and misfortune in the long run. Anything that would save him trouble brought by his right hand was a welcome proposition that he would take without complaint.

"I mean as long as it's no trouble," he said carefully, not wanting to make the girl feel obligated after saving her earlier.

The dark pig-tailed Shidarezakura girl shook her head swiftly, her face breaking out with an innocent curl of lips.

"No, it's no trouble at all! A-Anything for a f-friend."

She had responded so softly, he normally wouldn't have heard those delicate words of the gentle maiden if he hadn't been standing so close. Index was all the happier with the response that she jumped and down like a Spoink.

"Yay! We've just captured a new friend, Touma! What should we name her?"

"She's not a Pokemon, Index. She has a name her parents gave her that I'm sure she'd tell us if you gave her a chance."

Said captured friend didn't mind the analogy of being a captured Pokemon. She giggled, falling in step with Touma and Index as she began to lead the way as their guide to District 15. She spun around mid-step, a brilliant and pure smile stretching across her shy complexion with a skip to her step.

"My name is Yumiya Rakko, but you two can call me Yumiya-chan!"

Others may think her strange for being so open and cheery with strangers she had only just met. Yumiya wouldn't believe so.

After all, wasn't such behavior normal between friends?

[-]

District 15 turned out to have several stores specializing in various wares to better accommodate Academy City's students' leisure.

There were stores focused entirely on offering merchandise sold to those who were heavily focused on improving their mental health with vitamins, Esper equipment, textbooks, basically anything that would help to satisfy the Espers needs. Others would cater to Pokemon accessories, Pokeballs, Plush toys, and an ever wide variety of products that every thoughtful Trainer would be in need of. Safe to say there were a lot of options to choose from when it came to spending one's Pokeyen.

Meaning even if Touma knew of all the locations, he would have found himself struggling to find one bettering suit for his needs for Index while not being expensive. Luckily their companion for the evening, Yumiya, had seemed to understand the average boy's financial income and lead them to the perfect spot to take care of business.

Kokyu Tower could be found at the center of District 15 and held the greatest variety of shops within its 150-meter tall interior. It was a tower of illustrious mirror panels standing tall and radiating a warm golden light due to the sun above, golden bands circled the cylinder-like tower which was decorated with various Pokemon, and at the top of the tower's final floor one would find a massive Luxury Pokeball atop; it was rumored the owner of the mall resided solely in said Pokeball. As the biggest of all the shops, it consisted of over thirty-one floors, twenty of which were available for the general public to visit and shop at the many stores while excluding the remaining 11 floors from those who didn't meet the required Level or clearance to enter. At first glance, it was nothing more than a mall offering whatever it could to meet the desires of the students. It was said to even rent space to set up shop at the price of 20,000PKY, not counting the deposit. It was a rather fun mixing pot catering to just about every need or desire to both humans and Pokemon.

But it served another very vital purpose to the city as well.

Kokyu Tower, otherwise known as the Level-3 Battle Facility.

Why the Battle Facility for Level-3s was built into the mall, no one was quite sure. Many thought it was due to the Facility Head's habit to go on shopping sprees at every moment they had instead of conducting research and accounting the growth of those espers that visited their base of operations. Some believed it was to draw in more students to help fund the facilities demanding needs, pay staff, and constant maintenance repairs. Each Battle Facility was paid a certain amount of Pokeyen that was entirely dependent on their monthly results, so it was a clever idea to build a second function to their facility to funnel in a steady income. Others didn't find it strange at all since the remaining Battle Facilities were all found in unique locations in their own districts too.

It was said mall that Yumiya had brought Touma, Index, and Zenchou to in their quest for the holy, pure, and clandestine pair of Sister's bras and panties!

"I refuse to take another step further."

"Caw, caw!"

"Zenchou gets it; nothing but misfortune awaits me behind those cruel and tempting gates of forbidden pleasure!"

What could be the cause for this Kamijou-san's refusal to step foot into the shop in question; you may ask? Well, that would be the name of the shop and what greeted him at the glass panel display case.

'Academy Beauties Boutique!'

On full display for everyone to gaze upon was a great selection of all manner of feminine clothing for whatever type of Esper, Trainer, or adult you were. Ace Trainer Girls, Model Girls, Goth Girls, Prim and Proper Girls, Spooky Girls, Nurse Girls, basically every flavor of girl you could find in the city as diverse as Academy City. Aogami would have a heart attack at the sight that Touma stood before. Of course, there came a problem with every male's fantasy.

Lingerie glared at the healthy male student, bras and panties he swore were intended to be see-through for max arousal points on model figures, were the sole reason his shoes had been glued to where he stood by the webbing of a Spinarak. Just the sight of the many flavors of what girls would label as 'cute' underwear caused his body to break out in a nervous sweat. Even Zenchou was lightly trembling at the waves of foreboding the dungeon before the two beings of misfortune were eyeing.

Index didn't understand his dilemma, pouting in frustration at the boy who refused to follow her and Yumiya in as they stood outside the pleasant shop.

"Touma! You'd said that you were going to help me pick out a few things while I'm staying with you and Komoe-chan! Don't be a Wimpod! Be a man and come help me pick out...my panties."

"She said it! This pious and holy nun said panties! You can't expect me, of all people, to accompany you in any further in a lair teeming with all manners of misfortune laid out like traps! You said yourself; I have no luck! Remember how we first met, why your clothes are being held together by golden safety pins, and then tell me with a straight face to go with you to buy panties and bras!"

Did this girl really not understand why he couldn't follow the two in?! It was Index who had revealed to him the source of all his troubles in the first place; Imagine Breaker. She had to understand that since he was devoid of any shred of fortune, that something would happen in the vicinity of this high school boy that would paint him out as some pervert!

For crying out loud! It was a lingerie store displaying a ribbon-like bikini -at least he hoped it was a bikini- for sale! Seeing a Sister naked once was enough for this Kamijou-san; thank you very much.

"All I hear are excuses. Don't you think I'm embarrassed too!? The last thing I want is to find you peeking in on me as I'm undressing! But I need someone to help me find the right clothes, and since this store was suggested by Yumiya-chan, I don't want to waste more time in search of another place. Plus I've found myself interested in the various clothes they have on display."

"Don't say that what caught your eyes was the Silicoon Red Ribbon Undergarment Set!? Sister-chan, please avert your naive eyes from the sinful display of revealing flesh! The last thing I want to do is test out my right hand against a strike of punishment from your so-called God for allowing one of his nuns to wear such a terror! You don't even have the right body type for it anyways."

An audible clamp of teeth warned Touma to watch his next words very carefully if he wanted to keep his skull intact.

Just before Index readied herself to spring at the spiky-haired Level-0 with a flying set of pearly white teeth to deliver his signature move; Crunch, Rakko decided to butt in with a trembling tone to her timid voice.

"There's no need to worry, Index-chan! If Kamijou-san doesn't want to come along than you and I can simply go inside while he waits for us outside. There's a nice bench right in front for him to sit at while I help you pick out a few tasteful garments that would suit a girl like yourself. After all, it would be rather embarrassing for a boy to go walk into a store that's focused on making a woman comfortable. There's also the matter of the store's policy that doesn't allow Pokemon outside of their Pokeball to enter as well."

Never would Touma have thought to be grateful for the Wild bastard that was Zenchou to be making himself comfortable atop his head.

Index seemed to contemplate the suggestion, struggling to agree as the young nun fidgeted on the spot. Her behavior confused Touma before a realization struck him.

Was she afraid that he would leave her?

Did she think he would dare to run away at the first chance he had to drop her off with someone else that would take care of her in his stead? By now she had to believe he wouldn't disappear on her. Just two days ago, he had left her back at Komoe's for a few hours and came back. But said fear of abandonment did explain why she had been so happy to see him when he came back with Yuri-onee-san and knocked him down with a leaping glomp that had threatened to break his ribs.

Such fear wasn't exactly unwarranted when one thought about it.

How long had they known each other? Had it even been close to seventy-two hours that they had been in contact with another since he had discovered her on the railing of his balcony? You could still say that they were complete strangers who had only interacted due to dire circumstances. From her point of view, wasn't she just a dangerous element who threatened his normal life because he had no one else to take her off his hands?

At the first sign of another person coming into the picture, who was more than happy to hang around with her, wouldn't he abandon her as the problem for someone else?

Touma eyed the Sister softly.

Had she already forgotten what he had said to her upon discovering the truth of the 103,000 grimoires she contained in that silver-haired head of hers?

"Don't worry, Index; I'm not going anywhere, and neither will Zenchou."

To his credit, Zenchou tried to appear cool faced as possible as he looked away with a casual shrug. Did that selfish idiot really believe he was getting through to anyone with that 'I'm Too Cool To Care' attitude?

Taking a step closer to face that nervous nun, Touma bent his knees enough to bring him to eye level with those troubled green eyes. He spoke to her honestly, ensuring that she understood her fears held no solid ground against his promise made in the reflection of a pale moon.

Like that magical spell, his promise wouldn't be destroyed no matter what struck or what ripples marred the surface.

"I'll still be here when you and Yumiya-san come back. And then we can go out and grab a bite to eat. Isn't there a rumor that all girls get hungry after shopping? Knowing you, you'll be coming back starving enough to drain whatever remains of Komoe's Pokeyen." he reassured her with a friendly grin.

Those simple words were enough to rid those silly fears from Index's eyes. Her cheery smile popped back up as she nodded. Seemed she did have some faith in him after all.

"Okay! Oh, can we bring along Yumiya-chan too? The food would taste a thousand times better with another friend to join along with us!"

"I-I would love to! If that would be fine with you, Kamijou-san?"

Touma saw no problems in inviting such a polite girl as Rakko with them. It was the least he could do for her help in such a delicate matter that would have struck him with ill-fortune.

Besides, how could he deny eating out with such a cute, shy, and busty girl who was very eager to make friends? If Tsuchimikado or Aogami heard of such an event, they would have both laid him out with a synchronized Mega Punch to his face.

"I'd be happy if you came along, Yumiya-san. You're doing me a favor after all." he agreed politely to which the dark pig-tailed Esper of unknown level shook her head with a giddy grin.

"It's nothing between friends; right?!"

That overeager energy added a certain charm to Rakko's demeanor, if not a tiny bit desperate. It nearly made him want to pet the Shidarezakura girl's head like she was a whining Growlithe begging for attention.

"Than I'll see you both when you girls are done. Shouldn't be more than twenty minutes, so I think I'll walk around a bit. Last thing I need is mall security questioning me for standing in front of such a place without being labeled a pervert." Knowing his luck, he would be taken away for shady behavior; wouldn't be the first time it would happen.

Careful to hand the Pokeyen Komoe had entrusted him with to Yumiya since Index couldn't be trusted, Touma gave them a short wave as he watched them go off with excited grins and giggles. It was a normal scene you would find between two girls in the mall and seeing how Index could participate in something so normal made him genuinely happy.

He had to wonder if such a scene was a first for her.

Now Touma had a good twenty minutes or so to kill in the mall. With hardly any money to spend without going bankrupt. That left him to wander around aimlessly and take in all the expensive stores that were far out of this poor Kamijou-san's financial league. Not to mention every store he found catered to young women rather than boys.

If he remembered Yumiya's explanation of the Kokyu Tower, each floor of the twenty public floors offered specified shopping criteria on each level. The first floor was obviously the entrance area for visitors that also held the directory for those who needed help or were in need of assistance of some sort. It also held the main elevator core, a giant and wide shaft cylinder structure that served as a hub for students to pick from over twenty-one elevators that would lead them to the level of their choosing; the cylinder held eight elevators for maximum efficiency.

There were floors for clothes shopping split between young boys and adult men, young girls and adult women, and uni-sex. There were also stores that offered hard to locate collectibles, video games, entertainment devices, books, Pokemon Items, furniture, a food court of its own, hobby shops, a toystore, school supplies, etc. The mall was like a swiss army knife! It offered just about everything for both poor and rich students.

Too bad this Kamijou-san couldn't take advantage of such a wide range of delights when he was flat broke at this point. He was far beyond the label of poor. Unless they regularly offered flash bin sales, he wouldn't dare to wander into any store. If he was mugged even the thief would be struck by pity at empty funds in this lowly high school boy's possession. All he could do was wander around. That was free, wasn't it?

Hands in his pockets, Touma minded himself with stretching out his legs and taking in the sights of all the many clothing stores geared to females. So many colors, so many outfits, so many different themes which would only be found in the character designs of girls in shounen mangas!

'Hopefully, I can trust Yumiya-san to help Index find something tasteful. The last thing I need is accidentally walking in on a changing Sister only to find beneath those saintly robes are underwear better left for a certain older woman in the adult industry.'

"Hey, is that who I think it is? Ha! I should have expected to see you here, Kami-yan!"

Touma's body went stiff at the sadly familiar voice calling out to him from a fair distance behind. He knew that voice all too well.

"God damn it, is that you, Aogami!?"

The answer to that question in the form of said Fetish-King throwing his arm around Touma's neck, bringing him in for a one-armed hug and wide grin of mischief. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the blue-haired boy with piercings had a few shopping bags with him.

Smug bastard; even though he was a Level-0 just like him, Aogami wasn't in desperate need of cash like this poor Kamijou-san!

"Sup, Kami-yan? What ya doing around this part of the neighborhood? Ya checking out the sexy bras and panties on the display of this floor too? If so then I know just the place that's rather lax with guys like us going as far as messing around with the underwear for a while until we're kicked out by Magnemites!" Aogami gushed lecherously.

"Like hell I'm going to perv on panties with you ever again! It's because of you that I've been banned from stepping foot in at least two stores in District 7's Underground Mall! Do you know how humiliating it is to pass them by and see our faces plastered on the door with a Do Not Allow warning?! I wasn't even doing anything, it was just by association! I was clearly in the innocent!"

"Ah, but ya did indeed have a face-full of a girl's panties, didn't you? Ya got to teach me how ya did that by the way. I'm still trying to understand what kind of physics were involved when you were several meters away at the time of being slammed into me before you wound up on the floor with a girl sitting directly on your face to get a perfect view and whiff of her p-"

"DON'T SAY ANOTHER WORD, YOU FETISH-KING BASTARD!"

Like a wild Mudsdale, Touma bucked madly to kick off the clingy blue-haired, pierced freak's arms off him. The roughhousing garnered the attention of the mostly female patrons visiting the current floor for clothing with most turning away with huffs and glares at the two males that were causing trouble. At some point, the analogy of Touma being a Mudsdale wasn't just for a metaphor as Aogami had somehow hopped onto the annoyed boy of misfortune alongside the Murkrow that had been on his head. The two troublemakers got along instantly since it involved causing Touma to lose his temper.

"I have no idea who you are, Murkrow-kun but you're alright in my book!"

"Caw, caw!"

"GET THE HELL OFF YOU TWO OR SO HELP ME ARCEUS, I'M THROWING YOU OFF THE RAILING!"

Such shenanigans had sadly caught the attention of mall security as Touma was ready to fulfill his promise of throwing the two off his back via the edge of the railing to the floor. Just as the spiky-haired Level-0 had both Aogami and Zenchou leaning over said edge, a group of metal-bodied Pokemon with only one eye, a screw atop their craniums, and stereotypical magnets for hands arrived to control those who would disrupt the peace of the mall/battle facility.

The mall had its own personal security staff to make sure there were no troubles to get in the way of the students shopping. And while Anti-Skill and Judgment occasionally helped with patrols to ensure the upmost control, it was the mall's own security team that was in charge of dealing with theft, abuse, fighting, lost children, and the ever plentiful rowdy idiots.

The security force in question was made up of a trained staff of adults and college students who've had experience in Judgment alongside Pokemon for max effectiveness. They even had their own private floor to themselves as their HQ to handle paperwork, restraining misbehaving students and Pokemon, and to take care of any other manner of work that you could find inside a local small-time police station.

One of the security team's task force just so happened to be made up of Magnemites, an Electric/Steel-Type Pokemon that was sturdy like an iron beam and dealt shocks to taze misbehaving targets who would not comply. They were the sentries of the mall tower, ever vigilant, and ever willing to carry out justice!

Above their screw-like antenna was a blinking orb the size of a shrunken Pokeball that served as the camera lens for the separate security team that authorized certain actions to the Magnet Pokemon. If you looked closely at the screws at the bottom of the spherical body, you would find a mic that the security team would speak through while the Magnemite would respond back with a series of electronic signals in the form of morse code.

"Attention students! Please cease your noisy roughhousing or you will be apprehended by the Magnemite Sentry Force, post haste!" the young voice of a male college student warned through a speaker attached to the lead Magnemite.

"Oh no, it's the electrical fuzz! Gun it, Kami-yan! RUN LIKE THE WIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNDDDDDD!"

"I'M NOT YOUR GODDAMN STEAD! NOW GE-SHIT! N-Now, Magnemite-sama, there's no need to spark so violently with the intent to taze me! I-It wouldn't e-even work, I assure you!"

"Caw, caw!"

"Yeah, Murkrow-kun's right! You tell them, Kami-yan! Fuck the police, coming straight from the Duglet underground~!"

"Refusal to cooperate; Zappu-san, have your team hit them with a weak Thunder Wave and await further instructions."

"LIKE THE WIND, KAMI-YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!"

"CAW, CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"

"THIS KAMIJOU-SAN IS NOT A HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

After blocking a series of weak shocks from the pursuing Magnemites, the small team of Touma, Aogami, and Zenchou booked it out of the 13th floor of the mall tower to better lose the Pokemon after them. All while many students and Pokemon gazed at a wailing spiky-haired boy running away with a laughing blue-haired boy with piercings and cackling Murkrow riding his back like a Riding Pokemon in Alola.

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In the shadows of the 13th floor, a certain bat-like Pokemon grinned mischievously. It could not see but it had picked up some interesting vibrations that its master would love to hear. The Zubat flapped its wing, careful to fly only in the shadows and out of sight as it returned to notify its Trainer.

If it was found flying, it wouldn't be a bother. One would be surprised just how much leeway a stolen Judgment band could do.

A set of vermilion irises caught a glimpse of that common Poison-Type and narrowed curiously before an eager grin grew on their face.

Among the crowds of students wandering the luxuries Battle Facility, a lone student stopped.

He was a teen of nineteen to twenty-one years old with purple eggplant bob cut hair with a long fang-like bang falling over his right eye. He wore a red-purple flat pocket denim jacket designed with purple rings circling the arm sleeves over a simple black T-shirt, red and purple plaid pants with a loose chain on his right hip that hooped above his left knee, yellow and black sneakers. On the back of the delinquent figured boy's denim jacket was the common crossbones and skulls affiliated with Poison-Types designed in a graffiti motif in yellow.

"So, we're about ready to start, huh? Guess I should play my part too."

The Poison themed teen's voice was lax, reminding one of someone who was on the verge of yawning and would care less if he went to an interview with bed hair.

Carefully without anyone's eyes noticing, the punk-themed boy in colors found on a Scolipede slipped out a three-inch vial of clear blue liquid that swished ominously.

"Toxic Hazards about to get things started with a hell of a show. Let's see if they can deliver a rocking good time for everyone. I want this uproar to match an Explouds, so don't go disappointing me."

A thin smile was bared like fangs seeping with venom.

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Below the kind and cheery surface you walk, a bubbling, noxious, and biting hatred stirs.

Do you know? Do you know of the unnatural substance created by adults which has envenomed you with zero worth to this world? Have you even realized you have been poisoned under the pretense of Power? Unlike a lucky few who've overcome the toxins to gain strength, you've been designated a useless test Mankey.

Fangs will be beared and poison will seep like Payback.

Show's about to start, Zeroes.

This was truly a fun chapter to type up. Were you surprised at the inclusion of a certain hunter being added in? Or a certain pervert to the mix? Yumiya and Aogami are going to be making some fun debuts to this story and were definitely a joy to include to what's to come!

As for the Battle Facilities, I really did have to wrack my brain around how I would go about introducing them and their functions into the story. But I'm happy to have decided upon the battle facility/mall concept that we will be set in for the next few chapters. This is officially where we begin the second half of the new Index Arc which will come to effect a great deal to the story as a core. You can't believe how eager I am to show you what I've come up with with what's to come in the next few chapters.

Great battles, interactions, speeches, shocks and awes! All are to be found, so keep you eyes on the look out for the next update!

In the meantime, I'm going to return to playing the DLC for Pokemon before the Crown Tundra releases. I may not get to ogle the toxic beauty known as Klara but sweet Honey will do...so long as Mustard doesn't catch me peeking again.

Read and Review! It's common courtesy.

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