Persona 3: Minato Arisato, the first wild card

by DarkDragon1407

The Wild Card is unpredictable. During a card game, he suddenly appears and turns everything upside down, giving the loser a chance to become a winner. When the world changed due to the games of the gods, the first ever Wild Card appeared on the table, knowing his own shadows and controlling a power he never asked for. His name is Minato Arisato. And this is the story of his return

22. Meeting with the Past - Part 2

Iwatodai Station, ground floor - Dark Hour

Minazuki hated being slow. The numerous battles he had gone through in the laboratory had taught him that any second of delay would result in pain and suffering. But now he just moved at a snail's pace and was forced to lean on Fuuka despite her height and fragility. And the same went for the rest of his team.

- Do you think it was a good idea to leave that guy with the sunglasses? - Sho wasn't sure about the decision they had made. Although none of them was in optimal condition to fight one more... Even if that meant leaving Minato with more burden. - Damn it, how come these guys are so strong?!

- If we had shown hostile attitudes, he would have attacked us seeing our condition, - Aigis had a valid point.

- It's not just that... Did you notice his summoning method? He doesn't need an Evoker! Does he have something influencing it? - Akihiko had that slight suspicion. - I have no idea how Minato can handle them both. We could barely face one.

- We can only trust him, - Junpei had no doubts that his friend would come out victorious. He didn't know how he always managed it, but his strength was not something to underestimate. Still, there were doubts that sometimes overwhelmed him, where did so much strength come from? Was it because he was a Wild Card?

- How are you feeling? - Yukari asked, concerned about Iori's condition. He had received more damage from Ulala's spell.

- I'll survive, - Junpei didn't lose enthusiasm despite everything. - By the way, thanks for protecting us, Orpheus.

Junpei hadn't forgotten the presence of Minato's Persona. Since they arrived at the entrance, it hadn't left them. Like a faithful guardian. Although Iori couldn't hear it, Orpheus thanked him for the words.

- By the way, Senpai, how did you manage that attack? I didn't know you had an ace like that up your sleeve, - Minazuki was curious about Mitsuru's sudden display of power.

- I guess... it was the climax of the moment, - Mitsuru knew very well that she couldn't tell anything about Leviathan. She just wanted this night to end to try to get answers from Arisato.

- Fuuka, is something wrong? - Yukari, noticing Fuuka's nervous tic, immediately became concerned for her.

- I sense Death... - Yamagishi responded somberly. This statement sent a chill down Yukari's spine, recognizing the gravity of the situation. - The Reaper is close!

Orpheus reacted to the statement. Minato needed him, but he had been tasked with protecting his friends. The Master of the Strings was in a difficult decision.

- Yamagishi, where is the Reaper?! - Mitsuru asked with fear in her eyes. The tension in the team was escalating, knowing the danger that Shadow represented. - Aigis, can you seriously fight the Shadows?!

- Due to my recent recovery, I can't achieve 100% of my capabilities, - Aigis replied.

- You must be kidding! Why did Dad put you on the team then?! - Sho was cursing Ikutsuki at this moment - Surely, he did it to test your combat efficiency. I'm going to have a serious talk with him if we survive this.

The gazes of the others were astonished as Orpheus began to disappear. This could only mean two options for Minato. The first was that his energy reserve had reached zero, and he couldn't sustain his Persona in this plane any longer. And the second… It was better not to think about it.

- I hate to admit it, but we can't face that Shadow without Minato's help. With that transformation he had that night, we were able to survive, - Akihiko felt powerless against the sudden opponents who seemed unstoppable. - How does Minato stay at their level?

- It's getting closer! - Fuuka's warning put everyone on alert. Each one was without energy. Mitsuru wanted to understand how the blessing of that beast worked; perhaps that was their chance. - Up!

The wind whistled in the ears of those who watched, and the monorail rail resonated with the intensity of the situation. The expressions of surprise and concern were reflected on the faces of the S.E.E.S. members, who watched in horror as Minato was violently thrown from the station and fell to the ground with a deafening sound.

Before the teenagers could scream in shock and helplessly, the unstoppable dark silhouette of the Reaper materialized above Arisato, aiming the barrel of his revolver at his head. Minato came to his senses faster than Shadow pulled the trigger and with a swing of his sword knocked the weapon aside, allowing the bullet to pierce a hole in the asphalt and stun him in his right ear. As they locked eyes, each showing an incomparable rage.

The fact of Minato's survival did not please the Reaper. The second revolver immediately fired into the air and the power of the Garudyne threw Minato into one of the walls of the nearby shopping street buildings. But just before the impact, his legs, like springs, rested against the wall and allowed him to jump onto the asphalt without injury. It was in that brief moment when the change in Minato's gaze became evident. His left eye, previously serene, now burned with a scarlet iris, reflecting intense determination and fury.

- It's time to end this, Sudou! - Makoto entered the battlefield and was determined to end the existence of the Shadow.

Before the Reaper could make its next attack, chains began to wrap around its head, immobilizing it, forcing it to bend under the sudden attack, which turned out to be from Phobos. The Persona was always attentive to Makoto's well-being, and it was an opportunity the user was not going to miss.

- Eigaon! - Makoto began to imbue his sword with the dark energy of the curse spell, turning it into a lance of shadows.

With a precise movement, he threw his weapon towards the Reaper, aiming directly at its chest. The sword cut through the air with speed, easily piercing through the Shadow's resistance, staining the hood covering its mouth with blood.

- What do you think you're doing here?! - Makoto noticed the presence of the members of SEES who were watching in awe the demonstration of his power. - You must leave now!

- But... - before Junpei had the chance to refute any decision of Makoto, he saw how the Reaper had already recovered, defying all logic, regaining its strength with astonishing speed.

With an agile gesture, it used the same chains that had previously limited it to throw Phobos into the air. The chains snaked with skill and caught the God of Fear, lifting and immobilizing him in the air. Meanwhile, the Reaper, with its relentless gaze, channeled a freezing energy of Bufudyne.

The spell manifested in a storm of ice that enveloped Phobos, freezing its wings and preventing it from moving in the air, causing it to fall abruptly to the ground. Phobos was temporarily neutralized, unable to intervene.

At that moment, the Reaper's attention turned to Makoto, who now was defenseless against the imminent attack. Without giving him a chance to react, Sudou used Garudyne again and a furious wind with all its power fell on the leader of S.E.E.S. punching his body through the wall of a nearby store.

- Minato! - Yukari couldn't help but scream as she witnessed the scene. Her helplessness could only grow, knowing that there was nothing to do to help him. Takeba noticed that Aigis was also experiencing the same.

Inside the store, the sound of metal colliding resonated as Makoto, still affected by the impact, found himself amid debris and objects from the store. The ice conjured by Bufudyne began to melt under Phobos's fury, freeing it from its icy confinement. The chains moved with renewed intensity, as if the God of Fear was eager to face the Reaper again.

Sudou, on the other hand, kept its gaze fixed on the store. Makoto emerged from the store with a defiant aura. His movements simulated the throwing of chains, and his hands were enveloped in a blue fire that shaped his weapon, his imposing scythe. While Phobos stood by his side, ready for the second onslaught that awaited them.

- There's no doubt... You are the Minato Arisato I know! - The Reaper seemed pleased to know it was Makoto. - My pride won't be affected now! Knowing that I'm going to murder you when you're giving your full potential, Master of Nightmares!

- Try it, - Makoto accepted the challenge. Although he couldn't see Sudou's face because of the hood covering it, he had a feeling that the serial killer was smiling.

- Whose energy is this? - Fuuka's question caught Makoto's attention.

A tearing bolt of lightning illuminated the darkness, hitting the Reaper directly. The electric shock left the formidable being momentarily paralyzed, while sparks danced around its figure.

- Was it an attack from Baofu? - Makoto wondered about the mysterious attack. S.E.E.S. didn't have abilities like that.

- I regret to inform you that you're going to get help from us, Makoto, - the voice of the Lovers resonated in his head. - We will support you against that idiot. The Hierophant has been looking for him all night.

Sakuya pointed to one of the buildings in the distance. The presence of the two Shadows could be seen, smiling knowing that their position had been revealed.

- It was about time that I found my prey, - The Hierophant had been searching for the Reaper throughout the city. Now there was only one thing left to do.

- You have to take him to Port-Island Station. We've taken care of moving all the transmuted people into sarcophagi. We'll have to unleash all our power to face him! - The Lovers were clear in their order. That night they would be the ones to end the Reaper.

Phobos dug its claws into the Reaper's shoulders, taking advantage of its paralyzed state. Although the effect also affected Phobos, it could still resist. The Shadow was already starting to show signs of resistance.

- Don't let him go, Phobos!

- Phobos?! - Mitsuru was sure she had heard it correctly. Only one thing could be going through her mind. Arisato had been hiding the truth about that Persona from her.

God of Fear meanwhile, with its claws still embedded in the Reaper, spread its wings, and began to rise into the sky. He ascended with its prey towards Port-Island Station, disappearing from the view of the others. Makoto also noticed that Lovers and Hierophant were no longer on the rooftop of that building.

- Minato! - Katsuya had rushed down the stairs, Ulala and Baofu right behind him, all three had minor injuries and panting.

- Katsuya! Get them out of here! - Makoto felt that Phobos's presence had disappeared, meaning it was destroyed by the Reaper.

- How much power does Sudou have?! - Makoto thought, starting to worry. This was rare for him, but he was not going to give the Reaper credit for this achievement.

- Count on it! - Katsuya didn't hesitate to follow his orders, positioning himself in front of the exhausted young ones. He also noticed Arisato wielding his characteristic weapon and therefore believed in his power and judgment. - What do you plan to do?!

- I'm going to finish this! - Makoto advanced with determination, his strides echoing in the deserted street.

The halo of the full moon highlighted his resolute expression and the tension that marked his movements. His friends looked at him with a mix of concern and admiration, aware of the burden he had taken on.

Yukari, in particular, watched with distress. She feared being a burden to Minato, a concern reflected in her eyes. The nocturnal breeze tousled her hair as she grappled with her own fears. For her, it was as if death never left Arisato alone. It was always lurking.

- You go back to the dorm. I'll try to find Arisato, - Mitsuru was the first to step in the direction where Makoto had gone.

- Wait! You won't be able to do anything against the Reaper! - Fuuka pointed out, but Mitsuru needed to know the answers. Katsuya called him by name, the revelation of Leviathan, everything was connected to Minato...

- I'll only provide medical assistance. If his injuries turn out to be serious, he'll need healing spells, - Mitsuru explained, looking at the team's confused faces. - Takeba needs to be with you, she can heal more effectively than me. And in case I have to enter combat... I can use that strange power...

- If it's about healing someone, shouldn't it be Yukari? - Sho had a valid point, knowing the archer's abilities.

- No... I don't have as much power as Mitsuru-senpai... As much as it pains me to say it, I'd only be a burden. Besides, I don't have arrows with me anymore, - those words were like stakes to Yukari's heart. Mitsuru was more useful than her at that moment.

- Then go, - Katsuya gave her sudden support, leaving her in astonishment. - I'll try to catch up with them. I'll use the limousine outside the dorm to reach you. If you need to contact me, have this.

Katsuya handed Mitsuru a card with his name and phone number. Kirijo knew he was a police officer from the information.

- While I go to help Minato, you two have to take care of them. No fighting understood? - the orders were for Ulala and Baofu, who had no choice but to nod.

Mitsuru plunged into the same path Makoto had taken, chasing the trail of events that led to the confrontation with the Reaper. As she walked down the moonlit street, her imposing figure resonated with the determination to get answers, protect her friend, and perhaps... the redemption she sought.

Port-Island Station - Dark Hour

- Sakuya, where is he? - Makoto couldn't find the presence of the Reaper anywhere. - How can a Shadow of that magnitude hide? -

Makoto's excitement continued to grow, but he still had no intention of recognizing Sudou's strength. The bastard doesn't deserve this.

- Down! - Sakuya's warning was too late.

Chains shrouded in a dark aura burst out of the ground, squeezing Arisato's body like snakes that had overtaken their prey. The creaking of the links resonated in his ears, supernatural and physical pressure made it impossible to breathe, and the surrounding shadows seemed to thicken more and more, heightening the sensation of being ensnared in a spectral trap.

Appearing after the chains, the Reaper immediately used Agidyne, filling the barrels of his revolvers with dancing flames. The heat intensified every second, Makoto had no chance of avoiding being fried to a crisp...

- As if I would let you have it so easy! - Lovers, whose axe gleamed in the moonlight, advanced with lethal grace. The cut was so precise that the skeletal arms of the Reaper fell to the ground like dry leaves, releasing Makoto from its iron grip. - Did you miss me, Sudou?!

Just as the Reaper attempted to react, Hierophant, in all its majesty, emerged from the shadows behind Makoto. It held a carbine with a skill that could only come from years of experience. A glint reflected in Hierophant's eyes before a single shot echoed in the station. The bullet pierced the Reaper's skull, creating a dark hole in its ethereal form.

- I always hit the mark, - said Hierophant as it blew the smoke from the barrel of its gun. Suppose it thought of itself as a cowboy at that moment.

The Reaper recoiled from the impact, although its wounds began to regenerate. The momentary pause allowed its adversaries to contemplate their next move.

- Since we're spending too much time in physical form, we won't be able to give you much support, Makoto. Our time is very limited, - explained Lovers while making movements with its axe. - Let's finish off this killer once and for all!

- Phobos! - with a snap of fingers, the God of Fear appeared to confront its enemy. Emitting a battle-ready roar. - Hierophant, cover us!

- Count on me, - with millimetric precision, it aimed its carbine at the Reaper's only visible eye and fired. The bullet cut through the air with astonishing speed and hit its target, causing a magical burst in the affected area.

Simultaneously, Lovers slid agilely towards the Reaper, its axe sparkling with every movement. With a precise cut, it severed the legs hidden under the enemy's hood. The skeletal creature staggered, momentarily off balance.

Makoto, channeling blue fire between his hands, materialized his scythe. With a fluid motion, he advanced towards the Reaper, aiming directly for its head, succeeding. Phobos, his Persona, unleashed its claws on the enemy's body, tearing through its dark essence.

At that moment, Phobos cast the Eigaon. The magic materialized as a burst of dark energy that shot towards the Reaper, enveloping it in shadows and further weakening it. His disembodied head in the air was struck by an arrow from Lovers, the same one used during their confrontation with S.E.E.S. It had only been a few seconds, but she had taken control of his body.

- This feels unpleasant, - Lovers could also feel how the separated limbs of the Reaper felt alive, sending shivers down her spine. - I'm preventing his regeneration, finish him!

Phobos lunged at the Reaper's head, devouring it voraciously. Lovers couldn't help but feel as if she could literally sense that experience. Meanwhile, Makoto tried to cut what remained of the Shadow's body. He had already noticed that Lovers had lost mental control over Sudou.

Like a bomb, his entire body began to radiate an eerie ancient energy that sent him flying. Makoto quickly recovered to observe as the Shadow's body was back. At that moment, Hierophant, who remained at a distance, continued to shoot relentlessly at the regenerated body of the Reaper. Every bullet that cut through the air was imbued with its energy, seeking to weaken the enemy in front of him.

- This is becoming a waste, - commented Hierophant, noticing that the Sudou was not flinching at its attacks. So, all he could do was wait for its next move.

The Reaper's single eye narrowed as he shot at Hierophant's feet. Arisato's Shadow could observe its intentions and easily dodged it with a smile... Only for his feet to be frozen to the roof upon landing, turning him into an easy target for subsequent attacks.

- Oh, come on! - Hierophant shouted furiously, feeling himself embarrassed by falling into such a simple trap.

If it weren't for the Lovers attacking again, Sudou would have taken his chance. Hierophant immediately took advantage of the chance and his weapon, not bound by ice, to melt the trap with a fire.

- You're not the only one who can imbue bullets with spells, - Shadow grinned smugly, regaining control of the situation and himself. But internally he knew that the Lovers would mock him, which was indicated by her fleeting insidious grin, which he noticed the moment she dodged the attack on the Reaper. It only remained for him to pray that this would happen as late as possible.

- You can't escape your fate, Arisato! - frustrated by his previous failed attempts, the Reaper opted for his second option. Emptying all his magazines by firing all his bullets into the sky. Hierophant knew what that attack was. He had already seen this during Minato's fight in Tartarus.

- Bufudyne! - He immediately created a barrier for himself from the rain of projectiles. Makoto quickly joined him.

- Lovers! What are you doing?! - Makoto noticed that the only one of his team not on the shield.

-Isn't it obvious?! Opportunities for my performance! - Lovers shouted as her gaze remained fixed on the Dark Hour sky too. She seemed anxious, anticipating the attack. Her senses warned her that it was imminent.

In that brief suspended moment, her eyes captured every detail of the falling bullets. For her, it seemed like time had stopped at her will. She observed every detail: the quantity, speed, shape. Lovers' laughter broke the tension when time resumed its course, and she boldly launched forward.

With agile and precise movements, Lovers moved between the bullets, cutting them with the frenzied dance of her axe. Each spin and jump was a chaotic work of art that only she could carry out, defying the laws of physics with her supernatural skill. Every bullet that tried to touch her was intercepted by the edge of her weapon. It was a feat that not even Makoto could achieve. After all, Lovers' axe was of considerable size, and handling that thing was already a considerable challenge.

- That sickening madness is so characteristic of my sister, - commented Hierophant as he observed his sister's unleashed madness, but he couldn't deny that it was part of her charm.

The rain of bullets ceased, and in that instant, Lovers took advantage of the brief pause to throw her axe at the Reaper. The sharp edge plunged into the chest of the dark figure before it could react. Phobos, in perfect synchrony, lunged at the Reaper, cutting off one of its arms with sharp claws and unleashing a frosty breath that froze the other arm, limiting its movements.

Reacting to the actions of Lovers and Phobos, Makoto thrust her scythe into the enemy's chest. As she heard the Reaper's screams, simultaneously, Lovers appeared at her side. It seemed that the axe embedded in the Shadow was some kind of instrument that she used to teleport.

- On the count of one, two... and three! - In a perfectly synchronized moment, both Makoto and Lovers lowered their weapons, executing a precise cut that pierced the Reaper from its upper zone.

- You're going to love this bullet, Sudou! Megidola! - Hierophant took advantage of the opening created and fired a bullet charged with his most powerful spell in the affected area.

The bullet that had hit the Reaper began to generate a dark and ominous aura, releasing energy in a shockwave that affected Sudou's entire body. Dark fragments scattered in the air as the malevolent creature retreated, whispers of agony resonating in the station. One of those fragments hit Lovers, but it was a surprise when it just passed through her. The time for both Shadows had ended, and only Makoto remained to face the Reaper.

Makoto didn't have time to react when she found herself face to face with the Reaper, who had already recovered from the joint attack of him with the other Shadows.

- Is he getting stronger as he fights? His adaptability is on another level.

Sudou, with his overwhelming strength, had slammed Makoto to the ground, causing him to cry out in pain. Using his chains, Reaper grabbed the scythe and lifted Arisato's body into the air and shot him with two Agidyne bullets at once. Impact of the burst of fire adding more pain on the teenager, causing him to scream and burn alive. And as if that weren't enough,

Makoto's chained scythe mercilessly pierced his stomach, ripping through his intestines, muscles, and vertebrae.

Makoto's scream turned into a terrifying screech of agony, which was music to the Reaper's ears. Allowing Arisato to hang in the air a little longer and spit out a huge amount of blood, Sudou threw the barely alive body of the teenager to the ground with all his strength and plunged the freed blade of the scythe into his chest, ideally into the center of the solar plexus.

Lightning sparkled around the untwisted revolvers and two Ziodyne connected on the handle of the weapon, illuminating everything around with a flash of yellow color. Makoto's body, writhing in terrible convulsions, fried to a crisp, soon calmed down, lying on the ground with outstretched arms and legs. The screams died down, and with them the hint of breathing.

Reaper, contemplating the inert body of his opponent on the ground, began to ove away slowly, confident in his victory. However, his advance halted as he perceived intermittent deep breath.

- How is it possible that you can always get up over and over again, Arisato?! - one of Sudou's greatest doubts... That boy always found a way to strengthen himself. That made him a very formidable opponent.

Without hesitation, Makoto removed the scythe from his solar plexus without showing any emotion or reaction to pain. He had also regained control of his breathing. This made Sudou shiver a bit at the behavior he was observing. It was as if he had no soul, only moving by pure survival instinct.

- It's been a while... since I received considerable damage like this, - Makoto said, lifting her head to lock eyes with his enemy. - Let me ask you something, Sudou. Do you really think you're the only one who has changed over the years?

- Wait, what are you talking about, Makoto? - Lovers were confused. He was supposed to have less than a month of awakening.

- Neither of you really understands... What happened to my body, - Makoto looked at his palm covered in his blood. - All these years I had the freedom to move, but finding the way out was not possible... So, just like you, Sudou, I took my abilities to the next level.

The expression of the Shadows changed abruptly to one of terror. They knew Makoto's potential, and they learned that he had further developed his power. Did this mean that all this time... he was just holding back?

- I plan to fulfill Minato's oath even if it means my own life as a sacrifice. I will follow the path he chose without looking back.

Makoto began to slowly run his fingers along the blade of the scythe, still sprinkled with his own blood. The weapon seemed to come to life as it began to glow to match the moonlight. Sudou also noticed that something was happening to Makoto's appearance. It was only for a moment, but what looked like fangs appeared in his teeth.

- Minato... I know you can hear them. The voices that fill our heads in the dark night. Memories of things fading away.

Lovers didn't understand anything about what was happening. Was Makoto delirious from the blood he had lost? Even if she wanted to help, there are no options anymore. Her body was tense, and the reason was Makoto. The Shadow was afraid of him at this moment. Lover was a hindrance at that moment.

The burst of bullets snapped Lovers out of her thoughts, each projectile tracing a deadly path toward Makoto. In an instant, his body disintegrated into a dance of ash particles, blending with the smoke that now painted the scene in twilight.

In this microscopic chaos, the user's essence intertwined with the shadows, a fleeting amalgamation that seemed to merge with the very fabric of the night. Ash particles floated like ephemeral constellations, revealing their inner resilience. Through the mist, faint glimmers of light told the story of a transformation in full bloom.

- The dark night hides revealing secrets, and in its silence, death whispers eternal truths, - Makoto began to murmur, raising his scythe as a symbol of hope. - My dear parents... Not a single day goes by without thinking of you. And yet... I must always postpone our imminent reunion.

His body began to resurge. Small points of light blinked amid the darkness, outlining the figure in reconstruction. Death seemed to reconsider its prey, as if reality itself were suspended in the magic of fiction.

- Phobos... Give me your power! - his scythe began to glow with a crimson radiance, illuminating the surroundings with a new and mystical intensity. The presence of the God of Fear only alerted the Reaper to prepare for his next move. However, his target was not him.

The Persona's jaw clamped Makoto's arm with massive force, his fangs piercing the skin with ruthless pressure. The dull sound of bone against bone and the tearing sound of tissue being ripped filled the air. The skin yielded brutally to the ferocity of the bite, and a chunk of flesh was torn from the body, leaving behind a blood oozing wound. Leaving everyone present in shock.

The atmosphere is charged with a silence so dense it can be felt. Every spark of light reveals the gleam of weapons, the palpable anticipation before Makoto and the Reaper engage in the deadly dance. The rustle of their robe fabric adds a chilling note to the silence. In the gloom, Makoto's left eye glows with a subtle but unmistakable crimson hue, drawing attention with its unique and captivating brightness.

- It's time to end this, Sudou! - Makoto shouted with determination. His bloodlust had awakened once again. Accompanied by the roar of Phobos.

Both enemies moved into combat positions. Only one of them can claim victory tonight. Fear and pride clashed once again. Each was giving 120% of their potential.

Makoto was the first to move, showcasing his prowess with his scythe in a symphony of elegant and precise movements. Every strike and parry resonates like notes in a macabre concert. The scythe cuts through the air, leaving visible trails, and the station becomes a stage where the deadly dance unfolds with a lethal rhythm.

For Makoto, this was his concert. Each step is a note in a chaotic symphony, and Sudou struggles to keep up with this harmony of violence. Each attack barely managed to block it with his revolver.

Every time he tried to attack; Makoto would swiftly move away at high speed. He would plunge his scythe into the ground, creating a trail of darkness around him. Makoto performed a jump, a perfect opportunity for Sudou to finish him in the air. Suddenly, the Reaper's only visible eye was split in two by Makoto's precise scythe cut. A moment that Makoto used with full advantage.

After a few seconds, Reaper's arm no longer belonged to his body. Once his vision regenerated, he distanced himself from Makoto without taking his eyes off him. He was aware that if he did so for a few seconds, he would be defeated. He was letting go of his pride to achieve the victory he craved.

The moment he distanced himself, he collided with something behind him. Before he could realize what, it was, claws pierced his face. God of Fear lurking in the surrounding shadows, waiting to strike. This did not stop Sudou from shooting himself, forcing Phobos to agilely dodge the attack.

Once again, the Sudos's head regenerated. He realized that much of his blood was on Phobos, who was now beside Makoto. Just as he had done before, he once again bathed the scythe's blade, but this time with Sudou's blood.

As if raising the temperature of the fight, the scythe burst into flames. The fire twisted around the blade with a burning fury, and the place was filled with the crackling of flames. Despite the growing intensity of the battle, the Reaper adapted quickly, beginning to execute a perfect block against each attack. The metallic clash of their weapons was a response to each of his movements, only causing Makoto's speed to increase, inflicting more damage to the Reaper. His adaptability was being destroyed by Makoto's skill.

In a swift move, Makoto threw his scythe into the sky. An action that confused Reaper, who couldn't stop observing the weapon launched into the sky... He realized his mistake too late when he noticed that Makoto was behind him. A simple distraction that succeeded.

- Now THIS is what I call irony, - the Hierophant grinned, feeling a pleasant moment of revenge for his frozen feet. It's unlikely that this was Makoto's plan, but still.

The chains around the Reaper seemed to be alive and coiled like a snake about to devour its prey around Makoto's foot as it lifted him. Sudou couldn't help but feel pleased to have him in such a lamentable position. It was as if he had caught a share.

- You always make the same mistake... Let yourself be carried away by pride, you piece of garbage, - Makoto's body began to dissolve again into ash, piercing through the chains and incidentally Sudou's body.

Immediately, he climbed up the Reaper's neck, revealing the fangs he had acquired. Inserting his fangs into his target, he provoked cries of dismay from the Shadow. Every second that passed, the strength of his jaw increased, causing only more damage.

Sudou focused on Megidola and threw it. Makoto had no choice but to move away before being harmed. Sudou seized the opportunity to launch a Ziodyne that hit Makoto, who only shuddered at the impact, showing a smile that only irritated the Shadow more.

- Is that all you've got?! - Makoto asked, baring his fangs. His mouth was filled with the Reaper's blood. - I must say, the taste of your blood is disgusting! Now I understand why Phobos refused to taste it!

- Did you turn into some kind of vampire now? - Lovers were a bit disgusted by Makoto. His gaze silenced her instantly.

- Don't get too comfortable! This is nothing! - In a burst of fury, the Reaper unleashed the power of his chains. The dark and sinuous, they plunged into the ground with supernatural force.

Each chain, in its descent, left behind a trail of shadows that devoured the ground. The earth shattered into fragments, as if the very essence of the place was being torn apart. The roar of destruction echoed in the air, an ominous echo accompanying the chaotic dance of the chains.

The fragments of the ground rose in the air like debris suspended in the distortion of time and space. The once stable environment turned into a mixture of shadows and broken pieces of the platform.

Makoto rose in the air to avoid the attack. Despite the situation, he wasn't going to miss the opportunity to continue taunting his rival.

- Is this all you can do? It seems your chains aren't as terrifying as I thought, - Makoto's words were a bold affront.

It only took an instant for Makoto to reverse the situation. Now he was sitting on the ground, yawning. Phobos had a delivery to Arisato.

In Makoto's lap lay the head of the Reaper like a momentary trophy. Both watched as the Shadow's body fell to the ground without any resistance.

- Do you remember your terrifying warnings? Well, it seems they were just empty words, - Makoto's mocking laughter blended with the destruction around him. Sudou, in his unusual situation, had nothing he could do. - I thought the great Reaper would be more impressive. Is this that you have reserved for your enemies? What a disappointment…

His refined ears caught approaching footsteps. When he saw who it was, it was a surprise when he managed to spot Mitsuru. She also exhibited the same emotion, her elegant figure surprised by the chaotic scene unfolding before her. Her disbelief reflected as she observed Arisato, seated amidst the wreckage, defiant and seemingly in control.

- Arisato… - Mitsuru cast her incredulous gaze at the Reaper's condition, with his head resting in his opponent's lap. Then, she noticed the wounds on his arm. The most severe being the one on his right arm, as if a lion had attacked him.

- What happened to you?! Let me heal you! - even though it wasn't necessary for Makoto, he still appreciated the gesture. It would speed up his healing process.

- There are always surprises, Kirijo. Sometimes, even I am surprised, - Makoto responded with an ironic smile. - It seems even the Reaper himself has weaknesses. Who would have thought?

Mitsuru, still processing the situation, first looked at Makoto and then at the Reaper for explanations. What kind of battle had unfolded?

- This doesn't make sense. How did you manage to defeat the Reaper? You don't have the level, strength, and skills required...

- Sometimes things don't make sense. They just happen, - The tension in the air intensified as Makoto, without giving clear answers, used Mitsuru's confusion to mock the Reaper further. - Maybe you underestimate my abilities, or perhaps you overestimated the Reaper.

- Do you think this is over? - Sudou finally deigned to speak. Which was a relief for Makoto. He was getting tired of talking to himself, although he enjoyed playing with Mitsuru's confusion.

- Any tricks up your sleeve, Sudou? - Makoto read the Shadow's intentions, deciding to take an unconventional action for him. Although undoubtedly, Sakuya would do it without hesitation.

He kicked the Reaper's head directly as if it were a soccer ball. The movement was quick and precise; the head of the formidable being soared through the air as if it had been cleared on a playing field.

- Arisato scores! It seems our favorite serial killer needs to work better on his game! - Makoto had turned a tense scene into something comical. His mocking tone was evident. A trail of darkness began to emerge from the Reaper's head. Alerting Mitsuru, now understanding why Makoto had taken those actions.

The echo of Makoto's applause resonated in the distorted platform as the Reaper's head regenerated his body, dissolving the previous form into nothingness. Makoto, with a sarcastic smile reflecting his disdain, didn't miss the chance to offer mocking cheers to the supposed Supreme Being of Death.

- Oh! How impressive! I take my hat off, well, my head, for your ability to regenerate! - Makoto's words were a combination of provocation and contempt; his applause was a biting echo that resonated in the tense atmosphere of the platform.

Mitsuru couldn't understand where all this energy from Arisato was coming from. Usually, he wasn't like this in situations like these.

- Come on, Reaper, anything more interesting under that hood?! Or is that really the limit of your ability?! - Makoto's disappointment was evident in his voice. It seemed he expected more. - What do you think is the true potential of a Persona-User?

- I-I don't know... Strength? Abilities? - Makoto's blank stare let him know he had given the wrong answer.

- Not one of you manages to comprehend the true potential of a Persona User. It's time to show you what real power is.

Makoto raised both hands towards the sky, spreading his fingers as if reaching for the stars. Sakuya immediately became alarmed, dragging Lovers and Hierophant with them, disappearing; they were unable to understand what was happening.

- Tell me, Sudou, what is your fear? - Makoto's smile widened despite the wounds. Phobos seemed to share the same emotion as his master. - Behind me, Kirijo. This is going to get ugly. Makoto's gesture is more than a simple command; it's an expression of care and responsibility.

Mitsuru, noting the seriousness in his voice, understands the importance of following his instructions. She quickly moves to the indicated position, standing behind him. Makoto's gaze meets Mitsuru's for a brief moment, conveying a silent message of trust and determination. Makoto then slowly began to bring his hands together in a prayer-like gesture, intertwining his fingers to form an intricate pattern.

During this process, a soft bluish light would start to glow in Makoto's hands. As the light grew in intensity, he lowered his hands slowly to chest height, invoking the darkness that resided deep within him. The Reaper seemed to anticipate his next move, making the only decision he had at that moment. With a quick and painful gesture, he decided to pierce his shoulder with Makoto's scythe.

The scythe turned into a sort of anchor that, while causing him more suffering, gave him a small desperate chance to dodge or respond to Makoto's next attack. Upon completing the gesture, a dark glow spread from Makoto's hands to the ground, ready to unleash his next move.

- Theurgy: Wail of the Eternal Night

A frigid whisper traversed the air, heralding the arrival of the eternal night. The essence of fear was released in an explosion of energy. The Shadow sphere expanded rapidly, engulfing everything in its path. The transition from light to darkness is gradual but unavoidable, like a celestial mantle falling over the battlefield.

The only safe place being where Makoto and Mitsuru stood. Their figures are barely visible. Makoto's gaze conveys the determination of one who controls the shadows and Phobos's ability to instill fear in the hearts of those who dare to defy them.

The Eternal Night persists, spreading its influence like a dark veil over the battlefield. The ability seems to create a parallel realm where reality intertwines with the darkest fears. Each second within this realm feels like an eternity, as if time itself is distorted by the magnitude of the unleashed power.

- Let me go! - the Reaper's screams echoed, capturing the attention of both. Figures resembling shadows detached from the darkness as tangible entities, taking grotesque and twisted forms that reflected the deepest fears of their enemies. Makoto, with a serious expression, directed his attention towards the Reaper, whose darkest fears manifested as sinister shadows around him.

- What is happening? - Mitsuru was terrified by the twisted fantasy in which she found herself.

- This is the Eternal Night, a realm where your worst fears take shape, - Makoto declared solemnly, while his eyes reflected the gravity of the situation. - The Shadows around you are the embodiment of your deepest fears. And now, those shadows will become your executioners.

The Shadows, like serpents of darkness, slithered towards the Reaper with palpable malevolence. Dark contours intertwined with his figure, seeking every crevice in his being to infiltrate.

- The shadows not only feed on your fear but also become it. They are extensions of your own nightmares, and now, they are here to shred not only your body but your very essence, - explained Makoto, his tone revealing an intimate understanding of the forces he has unleashed.

Trapped in the dark embrace of the Eternal Night, the Reaper feels how the shadows penetrate his being. The discordant moan resonates in the gloom as his form shatters from within. Makoto, observing the agony of the Reaper, continues with an air of inevitability in his tone.

- Your own fear has turned against you, devouring you from the inside. This is the price of facing me, Sudou, - Minato concludes, his voice laden with serenity and a cold acceptance of the reality he has created. Knowing what was about to happen.

A discordant moan echoes in the gloom, and the dark figure writhes in the agony of the internal attack. The darkness explodes in a profusion of shadows, and the Reaper's body bursts into a gruesome blaze, leaving only the trace of destruction.

- Is it over? - Mitsuru still remained in her trance, to which Makoto only nodded.

- It's time to regroup with the others. The Dark Hour is about to end, - Mitsuru agreed with his idea.

- Besides... We need to find a way to treat your wound. How are you still standing? - Kirijo couldn't comprehend what was happening. Arisato had never shown these abilities...

Makoto had already begun the journey back, leaving Mitsuru behind. He still had the necessary strength to stand. He lost a lot of blood, but it was a necessary sacrifice. He finished off the Reaper.

An ominous sound resonates in the air: the clanking of chains. Makoto and Mitsuru, alerted by this new development, turn their gazes backward, reflecting the surprise they both share.

From the ashes and darkness that remain, the Reaper's body begins to regenerate. Flesh and shadow slowly recompose themselves, as if the very essence of fear grants him an indestructible resilience. Makoto, although observing with serenity, feels the unease of facing a force that defies logic.

The persistent shadows continue their assault, but the Reaper keeps regenerating over and over again. The scene becomes a macabre dance of destruction and renewal, an endless cycle that challenges the natural and mystical laws of the universe.

Amidst the whirlwind of shadows, Makoto, with keen perceptiveness, distinguishes a peculiar gleam in the regenerating darkness. His gaze focuses on a specific point, and to his surprise, he identifies a heart.

- Since when do Shadows have a heart?! - Mitsuru also seemed to have noticed that detail.

- It's possible. Pacts affect us in different ways for each user. Does that explain his bestial regeneration? It's also possible that in the internal attacks, his heart has been moved to avoid exposure. I still have a chance.

Makoto deduces that this heart is the weak point of the Reaper. Although no longer human in the conventional sense, the presence of that heart reveals an essential vulnerability. Knowledge that could be the key to breaking the regeneration cycle and finally defeating the Reaper.

The battle arena plunged into silence as Makoto, with tense muscles, watched his formidable opponent advance towards him with slow but inexorable steps. The darkness surrounding the enemy resonated with a mysterious aura, anticipating the revelation of his regenerative abilities at another level.

- Is he resisting the Theurgy? - Makoto was astonished by Sudou's demonstration of abilities. Besides him, there was only one more person capable of enduring it. The weight of the darkness looming over him seemed to dissipate in the shadows around him.

Instead of retreating or weakening, the Reaper walked forward, each step marked by unyielding determination. His body's movements, though impacted by the attacks, revealed a gradual regeneration.

Wounds closed as the enemy advanced, leaving only a trail of shadows that dissolved in the air. Torn skin merged and restored with disconcerting agility, as if woven with the same darkness emanating from his being. Makoto, momentarily paralyzed by awe, watched as his opponent transformed before his own eyes.

As the enemy advanced, torn clothes were recomposed, and scratches faded away. Makoto's eyes, filled with determination, followed every detail of this impossible regeneration. The subtle yet unsettling sound of tissues and bones reconstituting themselves mixed with the held breath in the room.

Sudou, now practically intact, continued his inexorable advance towards Makoto. The expression on Makoto's face shifted from initial incredulity to a somber understanding. The battle was not just physical; it was a test of endurance and determination.

- You've become interesting, Sudou! - despite the situation, Makoto couldn't help but feel excited. Mitsuru remained puzzled by such energy. It was something Arisato didn't exhibit in moments like these.

- At this point, there's only one thing I can do. I didn't plan to use it so soon, my trump card. Makoto also began to move slowly towards Sudou, his eyes filled with determination, leaving Mitsuru behind, who could only watch them. The air became charged with a palpable darkness, anticipating the violent turn the confrontation would take.

With each step, Makoto's hands transformed into dark claws infused with an energy that resonated with the shadow itself. His eyes fixed on the Reaper, whose regenerating shadows danced in an attempt to protect itself. In a fleeting yet eternal moment, the shadowy claws lunged forward with inhuman speed.

The Reaper's chest is pierced by the darkness-infused claws, a meeting that seems to defy the laws of reality itself. The dark flesh yields to the darkness, and the claws inexorably advance towards the epicenter of the Reaper's apparent immortality: its heart.

A subtle, bluish, and dark glow illuminates the piercing in the Reaper's chest. Shadows seem to come to life instantly, entwining with the essence of the enemy. The discordant roar of the Reaper resonates throughout Iwatodai as Makoto's claws extract its heart. At the same time, the Theurgy came to an end.

Where the moonlight focused solely on the scene between Makoto and Sudou. It seems that tonight, fear was the one that triumphed. Mitsuru only saw Makoto at that moment. As the essence of fear and death. She had no doubts anymore... The person she was observing at that moment was not Arisato.

- What the hell? - Makoto held the Reaper's heart in his hands while observing it in a state of confusion. It still beats with a regular cadence.

- Do any of you have any idea? - referring to Lovers and Hierophant who appeared and were in a state of shock.

- Of course not! Do you think I'm an encyclopedia that knows everything?! - Lovers couldn't hide her astonishment. Despite being a Shadow, this exceeded her reasoning. - What the hell is wrong with you, Sudou?! I liked you more when you used a case to cover your face!

The heart was connected to several dark chains that seemed to emerge from its interior. The chains snaked around its body, clinging to organs and bones, preventing the heart from separating no matter how much force it applied.

Makoto, with an undisturbed look, held the heart in his hands, but the connection with the chains kept his enemy captive in a painful and macabre embrace. The scene was surreal, the victory partially achieved but the enemy's agony prolonged.

Something clicked in Makoto's mind. Remembering the conversation, he had with Sudou in Tartarus. His pact with Nyarlathotep was the answer he sought.

- Damned monster... Are you immortal? - Makoto's declaration only increased everyone's shock. There was no response from Sudou, so Makoto began to squeeze the heart, increasing his pain. - Answer!

- Hehe... A truth hard to swallow, huh? - The Reaper's sarcasm only served to irritate Makoto even more - It's just as you say, I'm like a God! I am the next evolution in society! You can never get rid of me! After all, it's your curse, Arisato.

Makoto squeezed the heart even harder, but this time the Reaper's pain was accompanied by laughter. Despite having lost the encounter, it felt like a victory for him. At the same time,

Makoto began to understand several things. Like how he was adapting so quickly and, added to his superhuman regeneration, he became the nightmare that SEES had to face.

- How can we stop him?! - Mitsuru snapped Makoto out of his thoughts. It was still hard for her to grasp that the Reaper could communicate with them.

- Since we can't kill the bastard, I have an idea, and you're going to help me. It's good that you want to help others, Kirijo, - Mitsuru noticed the sarcastic tone in Makoto's voice.

- What do you want? - Mitsuru regretted asking when Makoto placed the Reaper's heart in her hands. She couldn't help but feel disgusted. - What do you think you're doing, giving me something like this all of a sudden?!

- You better get used to it. Worse things are coming, - Makoto replied as if this were a common occurrence in his life. - I suppose those chains are what's preventing them from dying. It wouldn't hurt to try, Phobos!

An invocation without the need for an Evoker. With this, Mitsuru could only confirm something. The one in front of her was not Arisato. It was just a parasite invading his body. And not only that. The Persona he had knowledge of regarding his childhood was present. The descriptions she knew about that creature didn't compare to what she had seen that night. Phobos was the very embodiment of fear.

Despite Phobos's brutality during the fight, it approached Mitsuru's hands carefully, as if it were a delicate flower. It bit off a piece of the heart. The moment Phobos withdrew its jaw, the heart immediately regenerated the remaining part.

- What are you trying to do? - Mitsuru couldn't grasp what Makoto was attempting.

- Show me your fears, - As soon as Minato finished saying those words, Phobos released a strange icy smoke from its mouth that started returning to the Reaper. - Maybe I can't kill you, but what I can do is take you out of the game. At least for tonight.

Makoto, aware that fear can be as deadly as any physical weapon, manipulates the Reaper's psyche with mastery. The images of his darkest fears come to life, enveloping his mind in a storm of horror. His cries of desperation did not take long to follow. While Mitsuru struggled to maintain composure, Makoto watched every second as the mind of his enemy began to shatter.

Unable to resist the onslaught of his own manifested fears, the Reaper is plunged into a spiral of fear. Each vision seems more real than the last, and the intensity of fear reaches a critical point. The Reaper's mind becomes a labyrinth of nightmares, where reality intertwines with the horrors lurking in his subconscious.

The overload of fear finally takes its effect, and the Reaper, overwhelmed by the intensity of its own terrors, loses consciousness. It's dark figure collapses, inert, while the shadows continue to dance around it, silent witnesses to Makoto's temporary victory over the enemy's mind.

- This shouldn't even be considered a victory, - Makoto watched the scene with great concern. His goal for tonight was to finish off Sudou to make things easier for S.E.E.S. - By the way, you can let go of his heart.

Mitsuru had forgotten about that detail. The Reaper's heart, although a tangible trophy of their triumph, emanates an unsettling darkness. Kirijo, despite her bravery, can't ignore the feeling of repulsion holding in her hands an organ impregnated with the shadows and fears of the defeated enemy.

Amidst the chaos, Makoto managed to spot Chronos in the darkness of the alleys. He was surprised by his presence in a place like that. As he blinked, Chronos had disappeared.

- Was I imagining things? - Sakuya confirmed that he had also seen it. Makoto understood that he had to leave that place at that moment.

- Kirijo, it's time to go. We've destroyed a good part of the place, and I don't want to be around when everything returns to normal.

- Wait, what about the Reaper? Are we going to leave it here? - Mitsuru was already thinking about the headlines when people saw something like that.

- What are you talking about? Shadows only appear during the Dark Hour. So, we don't have to worry about any star news, - it seems that Makoto had read Mitsuru's mind. - Let's go. I don't want to be near that thing for another second.

- Wait! - Makoto was already leaving without waiting for her. Both were leaving Port-Island Station, leaving all the chaos that the battle had caused.

Meanwhile, Makoto hoped that Chronos would keep his word. Although Shadows could only appear during the Dark Hour, that rule wasn't the same for structures. He had done what was necessary to stop Sudou. Not in the way he would have wanted, but it was better than being hunted all night.

A whistle and several applauses approached the Reaper's body. Two silhouettes had observed the entire battle from start to finish.

- I should never doubt your skills, Chidori. They couldn't even perceive our presence, - Takaya praised his companion. - We have to see the bright side of things. Our plan went as expected. We could observe what his fighting style was like.

- How did you manage to make Tartarus take that form? - Chidori asked. Despite not expressing it, she was impressed by Takaya's abilities.

- Actually, it was the work of my master. I had no idea that Tartarus could react in that way if you destroy one of the dark zones of the tower. Also, by destroying the entrance, we gave the Reaper the opportunity to come out. It was only for tonight that the rules of his pact didn't bind him.

For Chidori, he was a kind of deity. He always knew what to do and what to say. If it were up to her, she would follow him to the death.

- I didn't expect such a display of power. What do you think, Chidori?

- He demonstrates magnificent control over his Persona. Not only that, but he's also skilled when it comes to combat with weapons and knows how to seize every opportunity. That's not the experience of a novice, - Chidori was starting to be bothered by the Wild Card's abilities. - Do you think you can face him?

- I wouldn't know. According to my master, there's still much power he has to demonstrate... What kind of power are you talking about? - Takaya asked as he observed the sky.

- He made a pact with his Persona. This allows him to access a transmutation from human to God for a short period. It enables him to access different types of Theurgies... You can't underestimate that boy.

- How is it that someone like you lost to my brother, Nyarlathotep? - Sakaki was curious about the history that both characters had. - I know my brother's potential, but he was never able to defeat me even once when we were in the orphanage.

- I guess I brought it upon myself. I pushed his mental health to its limit. Every time we managed to meet; he always found a way to surprise me. Making a pact with my sacred beast at that moment and managing to corner me... That's why Minato Arisato is so special.

- Are you still aware of what our deal is, right? - Takaya asked.

- Of course! I'm a man of my word, Sakaki! When have I ever disappointed you? You leave it to me, and you'll have your dear brother back once more! - the laughter of the Purple of the Abyss echoed in Takaya's mind - I can't wait to see how this end!

- The one who won't be able to wait will be me, - Takaya and Chidori took a step back from the interruption they had. The Shadow of the Lovers appeared before them. - What's happening, Sakaki? Are you afraid of me?

- How was I not able to detect you? - Chidori was surprised; something like this had never happened to her.

- Relax, my reserves of archaic energy are almost depleted. So, it's normal that you didn't detect me, - the Lovers reassured her in their own way, although Chidori took it as mockery. -

So, let me get this straight, you want to murder Makoto and Sakuya to get Minato back? Man, that's the stupidest plan I've ever heard! And I make bad decisions.

- Who are you? - Takaya didn't hesitate to aim his weapon at her. He knew she was involved in the battle against Sudou, but he still didn't know her identity.

- Come on... Seriously, you have no idea who I am? And here I was, trying to give you a big surprise, - the Lovers felt disappointed but not at all intimidated by the weapon. - Don't even try to do something to me. My brother has you in his crosshairs.

Takaya turned his gaze to the terraces of the station's cinema to find a sniper who had him in their sights.

- Don't even think about it, - the Hierophant, his finger resting on the trigger of his weapon, ready to pull it depending on how the situation unfolded.

- Let's say I'm some kind of messenger on behalf of the wildcard. Do you think Sakuya didn't notice your presence? - the Lovers loved to see the confused expression on others' faces. It was a delight for her.

- What are you saying?! - Chidori was in shock. Her abilities had been put to the test.

- You can't fool that little guy with the same trick twice. Is your Persona Medea, right? - both Takaya and Sakaki were surprised. - I managed to understand that your Personas are not normal. In his words, "they have a very particular smell and energy." With that in mind, he found you had hidden like mice during the battle against the Reaper.

Lovers knew that every word coming out of her mouth was touching sensitive nerves in Takaya. He tried to act tough, but she knew he was scared.

- Do you think we've been in the palm of your hand all this time? Makoto knew it from the beginning. All this attack, all these inconsistencies. They could only come from you... Nyarlathotep. That's why he didn't show his final form with Phobos, and he didn't show the full extent of his power. It was all a farce.

- Like I said, he always knows how to surprise me, - Nyar's laughter didn't wait. He seemed content.

- All this time, we knew about you, Emo Jesus. Now that you've declared war on us, I can only say one more thing, - Lovers were starting to fade away little by little; her energy reserve had run out. - Don't provoke the wrath of the Wild Card.

- How... How could this happen? All this time... - Takaya's face showing frustration and confusion. The mouth that might have been forming a triumphant smile before now tightens, and his lips might quiver slightly from disappointment. - This won't stand.

Iwatodai Shopping District - Dark Hour

The shopping street was quiet, as it should be during the Dark Hour. The streetlights and signs were out of service, leaving the giant moon as the only source of green light. Blood splattered the buildings with stains, left puddles on the concrete, and flowed into the drain, which became the veins of a huge underground heart. Many coffins were on the streets, waiting for the opportunity to let their owners out and not allowing them to see two teenagers, as if they had been at war and were now trying to catch their breath.

- Is... h-he… huh-huh… following us? - Mitsuru coughed, resting her hands on her knees. Even though she was stronger during the Dark Hour, it didn't make her as athletic as Akihiko. She didn't run several kilometers without stopping either.

- Ha-ha... Well, even if Sudou manages to recover before the end of the Dark Hour, he won't be able to catch up with us, much less arrange a new battle, - Minato exhaled, not looking as tired as Kirijo. However, his almost destroyed clothes and the amount of blood all over his body made him look worse.

- This is undoubtedly not going to please him... - Makoto thought dejectedly, examining the destroyed Minato's jacket.

- If that's the case... Ufff... Then come here, I'll cast another healing spell, - Mitsuru requested, unfolding, and taking out the Evoker.

- Uh... You don't need to use Persona anymore, - Makoto's request was quite strange for Kirijo.

- What the hell are you talking about?! You've lost a lot of blood! - Mitsuru wasn't going to agree with Makoto's attempt to play the tough guy, which even in April's situation with Akihiko did not seem so absurd.

- You should take a better look at my wound, - Makoto just sighed at how exasperating Mitsuru could be.

- What? I-it can't be... - she couldn't believe what he could see. It was as if the wound had never existed - What have you done?

- Do you think Minato is the only one who made a pact? - a question that confused Mitsuru. She didn't know. - It's my technique with Phobos. Blood transmutation. I offer blood to God to gain power in return... I know, something macabre.

- What does that have to do with your supernatural recovery?

- The blood I spill from my opponents serves as a flow of medicine to my body. This way, I can

avoid dying during combat, - Makoto explained straightforwardly, sitting on the concrete stairs outside the café. - So don't waste your energy, Kirijo. I won't die from this.

The words Makoto said should have been a relief for Mitsuru. Minato's life was not in danger. But Kirijo knew it wasn't Arisato who was talking but an unknown person. And this condescending and indifferent tone to everything that happened... She herself didn't realize how her hands clenched into fists.

- And what are you displeased with this time? - Makoto frowned, sensing Kirijo's irritation. He didn't understand the sudden change in mood reflected in her gaze and posture. He said everything was fine.

- Your attitude toward life, parasite, - Mitsuru growled sharply and coldly. She couldn't help but admit that since Arisato had come into her life, her control over her emotions had weakened significantly. Or the younger Kirijo has always been like this but was not aware of her shortcomings.

- What did you say? - Makoto narrowed his eyes. A dark aura began to envelop his body, echoing Phobos cheerful roar.

- I call you a parasite, because you're not Minato, - answered Kirijo, not giving in to fear. - Takeba and Iori risked their lives to save him. They took me and the others with them, even though everyone knew this could be a one-way ticket. We succeeded and he promised not to risk his life in this way again... But what did YOU do at the first opportunity?

- What choice did I have? The Reaper had to be stopped! - Makoto jumped furiously, ready to pounce on Kirijo like a wild animal. The scythe in his hands had an unequivocal intent.

- Take care of the body you're a guest in, - Kirijo retorted, disheartening Makoto. - Others don't know that Arisato's body is being used by someone else. How do you think they will perceive what happened?

- Everything can be explained, and they will understand! I think.

- Look at yourself in the mirror. Are you so sure they will accept your carefree attitude?

- Look who's talking! The biggest hypocrite in history! - the scythe stopped just inches from Mitsuru's throat, making her step back in fear.

- It would sound hypocritical if it weren't for everything that has happened recently, - Mitsuru regained her composure, stepping closer to the blade pointing at her. - But now I see the truth and strive for redemption. And therefore, I will do everything I can to help Arisato.

Now it was Makoto's turn to step back. Although he materialized the weapon, he didn't want to kill Mitsuru. And the fact that his neck almost touched the blade frightened him. She was as stubborn as he was...

- What comparison I just made? - Makoto was shocked by the realization.

- I've called for transportation now, - Mitsuru said, taking out her phone. - Recovering or not, Arisato's body was still very tired from the fight. And if this situation happens again, I'll make sure to get you out of his body and lock you in a jar.

- You're going beyond mere concern for Minato's well-being, - Makoto commented, lowering his weapon. - And I can assure you that you won't get rid of me. Not even death itself has stopped me. You could say she's an old friend.

- Think what you want, - Kirijo dismissed him, stepping aside, and dialing the number she knew from a business card…

Makoto watched her somberly as she started a conversation with someone. His anger had visibly diminished, and now he was confused. He didn't understand this girl at all. In the recent past she had recently tried to get rid of Minato and now showed extreme protectiveness for no apparent reason.

- Um, Makoto... - Sakuya, who had been nearby the whole time and didn't interfere in the conversation, said timidly. - Are we really parasites who only take advantage of Minato? And shouldn't we exist?

Makoto turned to him with a somewhat dazed expression. He wanted to refute Mitsuru's words, saying that she was just strange... But he couldn't answer.

Contrary to his earlier bravado, Makoto clearly understood that his time had long passed. Realized this over the years spent being unable to get out. And yet he wanted to live. Enjoy all the joys and sensations that the ordinary life of a schoolboy gives. Talk about all sorts of stupid things with friends, study together, fall in love with a beautiful girl.

Minato had it all and allowed him, Makoto, to take his body with frightening ease. And Makoto liked to do this, forgetting that he was essentially a ghost. And now, fighting the Reaper, he didn't care about S.E.E.S. and Minato's body condition - he simply thirsted for blood and murder, enjoyed his strength. Just like the good old days.

Makoto felt a stab in his head, spreading through his mind with a long-forgotten pain, but like the spiciest chili, a feeling of shame.

- The car is on its way, - Mitsuru responded with the news. - I think they'll make it before the end of the Dark Hour, but it's better to find a more secluded place. We don't need any additional trouble with… your appearance.

- It's not necessary, - Makoto leaned back on the stairs, feeling uncomfortable. - Can you sit beside me?

- Huh? - Mitsuru blinked, surprised by such a request.

- I need to say something. And this is the only time I'm ready for this, - admitted honestly Makoto. These actions were not common for him.

Kirijo didn't respond, but still sat beside him. Makoto sighed deeply, gathering strength. He didn't want to do it... But still, self-overcoming was in his blood.

- I'm still sure I did everything necessary, - Makoto began, causing Mitsuru to frown. - But you were right that I neglected Minato and the sacrifices of others. And because of that... I'm sorry.

- There's no need to apologize to me, - Mitsuru pointed out coldly, although she felt relief inside. She managed to get through to the selfish one, and maybe she helped Takeba and the others sleep more soundly.

- I'm not enough for the others, so just take it, - Makoto grumbled, turning away. - And... I forgive you, Mitsuru-senpai.

- So quickly?! - Mitsuru exclaimed in complete shock. She didn't expect such a drastic change in attitude.

- Your concern for Minato convinced me that you're really trying to change, - Makoto turned to her, allowing himself to smile. - You deserve a second chance. But don't you dare fall in love with Minato; he's already taken by Yukari.

- Stop mocking me! - Mitsuru turned sharply to hide the blush on her own cheeks. At the same time, her heart skipped a beat.

- By the way, senpai… How did it go confronting Ulala? - Makoto decided to change the subject so that Kirijo would not get carried away by possible romantic thoughts. And he really was interested in this topic, although he already knew the outcome.

- A complete humiliation. The only ones capable of attempting to stand up to her were Aigis and Minazuki. If it weren't for Leviathan's help, we would be in the hospital right now, - Mitsuru was sure this would be a difficult memory to forget. And she still found it strange that he suddenly started treating her with respect.

- It was to be expected. Considering they're Persona-Users who have achieved a second awakening in their Personas, - Makoto's statement confused Mitsuru. - There's still much you need to understand. Especially that symbol on the back of your hand. It would be better to get a glove to hide it for now.

Makoto noticed that Mitsuru was scared by her encounter with Leviathan. It was normal to be expected, and she doesn't know the information that at this moment, the countdown on her life has begun.

- I'll do everything possible to save you. Just wait, - Makoto's statement confused her. She didn't know what he was referring to.

- What are you talking about?

- That you're quite lovely, - was how Makoto steered the conversation, not thinking about Mitsuru's reaction.

- I told you to stop playing with me! - with each new word from the parasite, Mitsuru began to feel stupid. He was just an insufferable asshole... But somehow it didn't seem completely unpleasant.

- Well, I'm not lying at all - you're really beautiful, Kirijo, - Makoto thought, amused by her reaction. - Besides, since I'm not Minato, I don't have to follow his tastes. If only I had my own body, I would ask Mitsuru on a date... Damn it, did Phobos healing really not replenish all the lost blood for me?! I'm talking nonsense!

- We agree. You're saying a lot of nonsense today, - Minato's Persona arsenal chimed in, after a long period of silence.

- No one asked for your opinion, - Makoto was starting to get tired of the constant verbal attacks he was receiving.

- It's not fair! Why am I the only one without a girlfriend?! - indignant Sakuya exclaimed. - In any case, I claim Maiko!

- Do you want us to get canceled or the FBI to go after you? - Lovers asked the younger one. His age wasn't suitable for such matters.

- Do you really think that I am like this?! - Sakuya blushed with anger. - I would just walk with her, play, eat and all that!

- It's worth admitting, he has the right to do this, - the Hierophant inserted his word.

- By the way, how is it that you can ask for help during the Dark Hour? - Makoto asked. He felt very curious about Mitsuru's contacts and didn't want to respond to Sakuya.

- Do you promise not to get angry? - Makoto nodded as Mitsuru turned her head to him with a pleading expression. Although without Kirijo noticing, Makoto crossed his fingers behind his back… - We have a small headquarters here in Iwatodai.

- Why am I not surprised? - Makoto was well aware of the power of the rich. A great example of this was Nanjo. - Where is it located?

- In the shopping center. The music store, - A response that hurt Makoto to the core. He couldn't understand how they dared to tarnish such a sacred place for the Arisato trio.

- Now I can understand how you managed to get to the dormitory quickly that day, - Makoto emphasized, referring to the day they were locked in Tartarus.

- Now, how do you know? Arisato was supposed to be locked in Tartarus that day, - Mitsuru's mind was already starting to spin.

- Philemon told me.

- Who is Phil... You know what? For me today there are enough strange events and new names surrounding Arisato's personality, - Mitsuru lowered her head, looking completely unhappy. - I've completely stopped understanding you and everything that's happening in my life.

- Then stop using that brain of yours so much, Mitsuru-senpai. I'm sure many of your neurons will die in the process.

- Do you want me to... - Kirijo didn't have time to finish her typical execution threat. With a small horn that resonated in the silence of the Dark Hour, a black limousine approached them, from which Katsuya Suou quickly emerged.

- Arisato, Kirijo! - Katsuya called out to the teenagers, approaching them. - What happened? Why do you look like this?

- Because he's walking recklessly! - Mitsuru grumbled, pointing at Makoto, who only raised his thumb. The insult had no effect on him.

- This is part of our charm! - Sakuya pouted. She was right, but he wasn't going to tell Kirijo that.

- Is he, our driver? Senpai, I don't want to be lectured on how to take care of myself throughout the entire trip, - Makoto crossed his arms, mentally preparing himself.

- The question is closed, - Katsuya instantly accepted what was going on, taking the scythe from Makoto's hands, and helping him to his feet. - Let's go to the base and inspect it.

- I agree, - Mitsuru nodded, getting up.

Makoto remained silent as he followed his old friend. Although to a lesser extent compared to Baofu and Ulala, Katsuya hasn't changed much. The wrinkles around his eyes were the only evidence of the passing years, but otherwise, he retained his resilience, intelligence, and charisma. And sunglasses at night.

- Can I try them on? - Makoto asked unusually shyly as they got into the car.

- What? - Katsuya asked, looking back at the teenager.

- Your glasses, - Makoto smiled faintly. - Like back then at the cat statue. I want to make sure I look good in them.

Katsuya remained silent for a while, eyes wide open. Many emotions changed in them until only two remained: recognition and joy.

- Of course, he nodded with a warm smile. But first, you'll listen to my lecture on recklessness.

- If it lasts three minutes instead of ten, I agree, - Makoto jokes, becoming noticeably more cheerful.

Mitsuru silently watched the casual conversation between the two, which was completely different from their past interactions. And Arisato's smile... It was indeed beautiful.

- God, what am I thinking? - Kirijo mentally slapped herself.

Friday, July 24, 2009

On the way to Iwatodai Dormitory - Dark Hour

As the limousine headed towards the dormitory, Makoto noticed Mitsuru's scrutinizing glances. Katsuya, at the wheel, kept a close eye on both young people. Makoto, in turn, knew it was only a matter of time before questions started arising about his true identity—answers he would provide.

- So, am I going to get explanations, or am I going to have to lock you in a jar? - Kirijo was impatient for answers. She knew the person she had now was the key she needed to clarify everything.

- From now on, you have permission to call me Makoto. I am the incarnation of Arisato's past, - Mitsuru didn't expect such a response. - In other words, by calling me a parasite, you also offended Minato in one way or another.

- I... I didn't know. Sorry, - Kirijo was dying of embarrassment. She was also impressed by how she had believed the story without any foundation. Considering everything she had seen today; it wasn't hard to believe.

- Does that mean you are the Minato Arisato I know? - Katsuya asked to which Makoto nodded.

- That's right. I'm the same crazy, unhinged, and depressive Minato Arisato, user of Phobos: The God of Fear, - it felt strange for Makoto to refer to himself as Minato. He had gotten used to his nickname. - By the way, what's with that description they gave me?! Am I some dangerous guy?!

- I don't think it's too far from the truth, - Mitsuru's comment cut Makoto deeply.

- Is this how Minato feels every day? Man... Cut me some slack occasionally.

- It has always been like this, actually, - Katsuya caught his attention. - Every time he plunges into combat, it seems that fears and, as a response to that anxiety he's bearing, releases a twisted personality.

- Wouldn't hurt to mention that my more heroic side comes out, - Makoto was being attacked from all sides. He noticed the presence of Lovers in the limousine.

- You should have seen your face! - Lovers couldn't stop laughing. Makoto knew she was the one to provoke him. - Now they'll be more careful, so we can say they'll leave us alone for a while. Sakuya, you did a great job. - They underestimated me, and I was never going to forgive that!

Sakuya puffed out his chest with pride. His revenge had been successful.

- Although... I didn't manage to detect Baofu, Ulala, and Katsuya. That Behemoth's blessing is troublesome.

- I'm sure you'll get it over time, - Hierophant had hope for the younger one.

- I can't understand, how can two souls inhabit a single body? - Mitsuru asked, her curiosity only increasing.

- I think Leviathan already explained it to you, - Makoto pointed to his head once again. Mitsuru seemed to have caught on immediately.

- Your memories... You can't remember anything because they were erased.

- As a consequence of erasing memories, that's how I was born. So, Katsuya, I'm your eternal headache. You better be prepared, - Makoto chuckled arrogantly.

- What about me? - Lovers felt left out of that peaceful moment.

- Wait a moment, how does Kirijo know about Leviathan? We're supposed to be the only ones who know about its existence. Besides, Tatsuya is keeping an eye on it, - Katsuya was starting to worry. He had a bad feeling.

- Mitsuru-senpai, can you show it to him? - Kirijo showed the trident symbol. It seems that Katsuya understood the seriousness of the situation. He began searching contacts on his phone at an impressive speed.

- How can he use the phone during the Dark Hour? - Makoto felt offended. His rivals seemed to have more resources than him. - Do you have something to do with this?

- I don't know what you're talking about... - Mitsuru just looked away. She was aware that with just one call, she could provide all the technology to S.E.E.S, but she planned to do it when she assumed leadership in the past.

- Did I do the right thing by forgiving you? - Makoto just sighed, and Mitsuru immediately looked at him again. - Just kidding, calm down... What are you doing, old man?

- Stop calling me old man! - Katsuya refuted immediately. It seemed that it was common for Makoto to call him that. - I'm looking for my brother's number.

- What does his brother have to do with all this? - Mitsuru asked.

- It has to do with many things. The man from the video by which you met Leviathan. It's Tatsuya Suou, the man of innocent sin, - Makoto answered, frowning. An action that did not go unnoticed by Katsuya. - Do you know why Tatsuya has been communicating with Minato all these years?

- Excuse me?! - from his reaction, it seemed that the older brother had no idea what Tatsuya was doing. - We haven't heard from you in the last few years!

- Tatsuya... has been Hiroshi's best kendo student. Minato's adoptive father. Apparently, he has been a figure to aspire to during this time, - Makoto's answer left the agent puzzled. - So he kept it hidden... for what reason?

- Maybe to keep an eye on Arisato? It might be that he considers it a better option to have him close as an apprentice rather than an enemy, - Kirijo's words seemed to make sense, but Makoto wasn't entirely convinced. - However, I have a bigger question, what are we going to tell the others?

- Senpai. I'm going to ask you not to tell anyone this secret because the fewer people know, the better, - Makoto's idea was also supported by Katsuya.

- That wasn't what you told me when we were on the shopping street, - Mitsuru crossed her arms because in her view, she seemed to have backed down.

- Although we will have to give a brief explanation. We will have to talk about Arisato's erased memories. I'm sure Ulala won't keep her mouth shut with the others.

- If S.E.E.S. finds out about two souls inhabiting one body, it would be somewhat terrifying for you. There is no doubt that doubt could start to creep in. Doubts about who had control of the body from the beginning, - Katsuya seemed somewhat thoughtful after saying those words.

- Is something happening? - Mitsuru knew that something was being hidden from Katsuya's expressions.

- I'll make it simple. They killed me, - Kirijo was in shock at the response she was processing. Immediately, her gaze landed on Katsuya. - He has nothing to do with it. He was the only one who opposed... That's why I appreciate him so much.

- What are you talking about?! How can you be so calm knowing who your killers are?! - Mitsuru wanted to understand Makoto's point of view. There was nothing just in what he was saying.

- All in due time. The more ignorant you are, the more happiness you'll achieve, - Makoto reassured him in his way. - For now, the most important thing is you.

- What?! - Makoto seemed to have no idea how his words were affected.

- Katsuya, I hope you're not thinking there's going to be another Shadow Flower, - the elder looked at him as if insulted.

- I will always believe that you will never have anything to do with that. We all saw what you did that day to move forward. You took that path, and I respect that decision, - Makoto was glad for Katsuya's words.

- Shadow Flower? - Mitsuru, judging from the reactions of Makoto and Katsuya, knew it wasn't something good.

- I can't forget all that, and it's becoming a constant torture, - Makoto showed a smile that contrasted with his words. He had understood one of Chronos' words. - As much as we've lost, I know Minato will find a way to rise. He'll become stronger than me... and kick Tatsuya's ass!

- You haven't changed a bit, - Katsuya just laughed at the occasional childish attitude.

- Well, it's time for me to leave this body. I also need to rest a bit.

- But... If you're a ghost, you don't need to rest, - Sakuya knew that Makoto felt guilty for all the harm he had done to Minato's body. - Relax, I'm sure he'll understand.

- I hope so... How would you react knowing that a part of your arm was torn off by your own Persona? - Sakuya was left speechless. His imagination wasn't fast enough to come up with a response. - That's what I thought.

- How do we know when you take control of his body? - Mitsuru had to start mentally preparing herself to deal with two different people. For the moment, she could affirm that Makoto seemed to be an ally. He had given her all the information she needed.

- You just have to look into the iris of my left eye, - Mitsuru, looking more closely, noticed that it was crimson. - That will be the moment I make myself present. It will only be at specific moments. I don't want to take over Minato's life. I lost my right to live a long time ago.

Before Mitsuru could ask anything else, as if a switch had been activated, Arisato's body collapsed like a lifeless puppet. Mitsuru, bewildered, watched as Minato lay motionless in the seat, his figure pale as the moon contrasting with the darkness of the room.

- Arisato?

Minato, who looked like a corpse, woke up after a few seconds. Kirijo, with surprise and confusion, watched as Arisato's eyes opened again. The color of his left iris had returned to the pale gray he was used to seeing. It seemed that Makoto had kept his word.

- How much do you think she's more at ease because I left Minato's body? - Makoto had returned to his spectral form while Sakuya affirmed his question.

Minato, realizing he had control of his body, began to inspect it. His eyes landed on his abdomen and his right arm, where he had received the most severe injuries. He had no words to express how lethal Makoto's abilities were... Although, they were supposed to have once been his.

- How is something like this supposed to heal? - Minato wondered, sighing. He still remembered when he saw Phobos bite his right arm. He couldn't help but scream in panic. Now he had Mitsuru's and Katsuya's gaze on him - Do I have something on my face?

- Are you the Arisato I know? - Minato nodded at Mitsuru's question. - Good, when were you planning to tell me?

- Would you have believed that another soul inhabited me? - Mitsuru's silence was the answer Arisato needed. - Although I'm glad you know now. It's one less burden to carry. On the other hand, are you Tatsuya's brother? He never talks about you.

- It doesn't surprise me. He hardly ever talks about us; he's distanced himself quite a bit from his family, - Katsuya replied with a shrug.

- I hope I don't fall into the category of family with him, - Katsuya noticed that Minato seemed to hold quite a grudge against him. - I think it's obvious, but right now, I hate Tatsuya with every part of my being.

Makoto and Sakuya were more than happy. Even Phobos seemed to give his approval as he heard his roar. Minato knew that the complete story still needed to be told, but he had no doubt about his counterparts. They had proven to be alike, and that was what mattered.

- Where is Tatsuya? - Minato asked. They needed to find him; time was of the essence from this moment on.

- He is in Spain, - the adult's answer left the trio confused.

- In Spain? What is he doing there? - Arisato had also lost contact with Tatsuya a few months ago. - The last time we spoke was before he transferred me to Gekkoukan.

- His health is in a delicate state. It's because of the presence of those two beasts in his body. They are undergoing treatment. I made sure he wouldn't die, so I can trust that - Katsuya explained. - Do you want to talk to him?

- No... After today, our relationship will be seriously affected. Whether for better or worse - Minato's reasons were silently accepted by Katsuya.

- I thought you hated him, - the little Jack Frost only commented. Today he was very quiet. Minato supposed it was to give him his space.

Arisato and Kirijo were now able to see the dormitory in the distance, signaling the end of that night.

- What's happening now? - Katsuya wondered, observing through the windows a heated argument between the only two adults present, who happened to be his companions.

When Minato, Mitsuru, and Katsuya finally stepped out, they were greeted by a cacophony of voices seemingly discussing multiple topics at once. The team was evidently divided, and words blended into an auditory chaos.

- Screw you, bastards! - were the first words they heard from Sho as they stepped outside the dorm. He seemed to be having a confrontation with Ulala. - Don't think this is going to end like this! I want my rematch!

Junpei and Akihiko agreed with Minazuki's ideals. They had to reclaim their pride that way and also... take the opportunity to help their friend, although it seemed that was a secondary plan for them.

- What's wrong with the youth these days? - Serizawa wondered, sure that she would suffer from a headache the next day.

- Don't think we're going to give it to you! - Yukari, on the other hand, showed the same anger as Sho. Her words were directed at Baofu. The adult just sighed at the energy of the younger ones.

- I think I'm getting too old for this, - Baofu sighed, ignoring the archer's screams. Now, another headache was about to be added.

- Who do you think you are to decide something like that?! - Yamagishi also seemed to be part of Yukari's side. Since such interactions were uncommon for her, it seemed like she might cry at any moment. - This is so unfair.

- Hey, hey! I don't want to hurt him! - with that comment, the anger of the two girls calmed down for a moment. - These are orders I have to follow. You're still too young to understand.

- Put us to the test, - Yukari and Fuuka said at the same time, increasing the desire for Baofu to leave Iwatodai for a while.

- It's good to see you're still alive, - Aigis approached immediately upon noticing the presence of the Wild Card. In reality, she had been the only one who had noticed his presence.

- Aigis, do you have any idea what's going on? - Minato asked, trying to get answers, but it seemed that she didn't know anything. Arisato had to settle for that for the moment.

Katsuya, seemingly by paternal instinct, positioned himself in front of Minato. His hand was on the handle of his weapon, ready to act as the situation unfolded.

- What's going on here? - Katsuya's question was ignored by everyone. The voices of the others overwhelmed the weak inquiry. - Should I shoot into the sky to get their attention?

Everything was divided into two clearly opposing factions. The tension in the air was palpable, and words swirled around them like leaves carried by the wind. In addition to Aigis, Takeba had also noticed the arrival of Arisato and Kirijo.

It was then that Yukari stood out, positioning herself by Minato's side, gripping his arm firmly as if afraid they would take him away at any moment.

- Minato, don't let them take you! - Takeba's voice was loud, her expression worried. It seemed that Akari's words about Nanjo wanting to kill him were still lingering in her mind.

Yukari's words resonated in the charged atmosphere, drawing everyone's gaze towards Minato and Mitsuru. The confrontation momentarily paused, and team members turned towards them with expressions of surprise and curiosity.

- Calm down, Yukari-san. Can someone explain what's happening here? - Minato maintained his characteristic calmness, attempting to clarify the situation.

- Arisato Minato, you're coming with us, - Ulala responded to his questions as she approached him.

- What are you thinking, Ulala? - Katsuya, acting like a father figure, stood between them - Can someone explain what's going on? Our goal tonight was only to explore Tartarus and meet the leader of S.E.E.S.

- That's exactly as you say. We just wanted to know the identity of the S.E.E.S. leader, but that changed when it turned out to be Minato, - Ulala and Katsuya locked eyes, each seemingly preparing for the worst - We spoke with Nanjo…

Katsuya's expression changed immediately with the mention of the name. He glanced at Minato, fearing something.

- Call him, - was the adult's order. Baofu was taking care of making the call, and everyone was restless, watching how everything unfolded - Minato, no matter what happens, I'll be with you. I swear, I won't let you go like last time.

- Man, when are you going to forget about it? - Baofu was starting to question Katsuya's loyalty.

- Shut up! We abandoned him that day! Hearing his pleas, and we did nothing! We just watched as he got lost in the darkness! - Katsuya exploded in anger against his teammates. Minato, on the other hand, was trying to make sense of those words.

- So, is that what you think, Katsuya? - Nanjo's voice was finally heard by everyone from Bafou's phone speaker. - If I had known something would happen, I wouldn't have sent you in the first place.

- What do we do now? You have to know that Minato is present, listening to every word you say, - Ulala warned him. Although she knew that someone like him wouldn't hold back his words. He has always been very direct. - Maybe you can finally reconcile with Arisato.

- Over our dead bodies! - Makoto and Sakuya shouted at the same time, showing total disgust.

- I'll make it simple for you. Do you want another Shadow Flower to happen? If so, forget that we were ever on the same team. It would be a pity to think that you would see it that way, - Ulala only made faces at Nanjo's words. It seemed that their relationship was not the best.

- Shadow Flower? I also heard those words when you were arguing with Chronos. What is that?

- An emergence from overwhelming darkness, - Makoto was angry as he gritted his teeth. - Sorry, but I don't have the necessary will to tell you. - It's better that you remember it on your own. We don't want to sound wise, but we believe

- it's for the best, - Sakuya shared the same opinion as Makoto.

- Nanjo! - Suou stepped forcefully, snatching the phone from Baofu. - You perfectly know it wasn't his fault! Are you looking for any excuse to lock him up? Over my dead body!

- Katsuya... It's good to hear you again after all this time. Are you still wearing glasses even though it's nighttime? - Suou only clicked his tongue. Talking to Nanjo was never to his liking. - Returning to our topic, should I lock you up too?

- Don't you think this is getting out of hand? - Baofu intervened. - If you want to lock up Katsuya as well, you'll have to do it with me. No one here is a criminal, Nanjo.

- I have no idea who this Nanjo guy is, but I'm starting to hate him. I hope I don't see him so I can punch him in the face.

- Please do it! It's one of my dreams! - unusual as it may seem, Makoto was begging for that to happen.

- You are not capable of seeing that what we are doing is for the good of humanity. We have been through a lot, and we don't need another catastrophe like the one from several years ago to happen again, - Nanjo's arguments seemed to convince the others. - We have to take advantage now that he hasn't managed to recover his memories.

- Recover his memories? - Yukari looked worriedly at Minato at that moment. As for Arisato, he didn't know how to react. It seemed that anxiety was going to overwhelm him at any moment.

- Except for Ulala. You and I decided that day. And we will remain faithful to our oath, - Makoto was ready to act if necessary. He knew the intentions behind Nanjo's words.

- Hold on, what do you mean by memories? You already know Minato, don't you? Because judging by my friend's lost expression, I know he's not lying to us, - Junpei intervened. He didn't care if they surpassed him in skill with their Personas.

- Nanjo, that's enough. We don't need to complicate things further, - Katsuya wanted to keep Makoto's identity a secret, but it seemed it wouldn't be possible.

- Arisato Minato doesn't know who he is because he doesn't remember anything from his past. And that's because we were the ones who erased his memories. To prevent him from unleashing chaos in society with that disgusting God of Fear he had as a Persona, - Nanjo responded, revealing the truth about the condition of the Wild Card.

- Nanjo! Son of a bitch! - Just out of consideration, Makoto didn't take control of Minato's body. - I swear I'll make you suffer!

The weight of the newly discovered truth resonated in the air as all eyes converged on Minato. His friends, hitherto inseparable allies, processed the shocking revelation. Mitsuru's eyes reflected a mixture of surprise and sorrow. The truth, now unveiled, cast new shadows over the relationship between Minato and his team.

Yukari, who had been clinging to Minato's arm as a sign of protection, now displayed a conflicted expression, her thoughts seemingly tinged with doubt.

Akihiko, usually firm and determined, was affected by the revelation, and the lines on his face revealed a perplexity uncommon in him.

Fuuka, Junpei, Sho, and Aigis exchanged glances as if seeking confirmation in each other's faces that what they had just heard was real. The atmosphere was thick, charged with a mix of disbelief and the understanding that Minato's past had been deliberately manipulated.

Arisato, at the epicenter of that emotional storm, remained impassive, although his eyes revealed a mixture of astonishment and perhaps a spark of recognition of something hidden deep in his consciousness. At that moment, Minato's team stood at a crossroads, facing the truth they had kept hidden. Trust wavered, and the foundations of their friendship were being put to the test.

- You have no idea how he was in the past. The lunatic he was, do you know what it was like? If he felt pain? That can't be considered a human... Only monsters do that. He's cursed, and he always will be.

- Shut up! - Yukari was the first to speak, and all attention was fixed on her. - Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! You don't know what you're talking about!

- Do you want to deny the truth, girl? It's understandable that your mind is spinning in a situation like this, - Each word from Kei only increased the archer's anger.

- You have no idea what you're saying! - Yukari shouted, increasing the strength of her grip on Minato's arm. - A monster?! The only monster here is you! Minato has always helped us in the most difficult times! He always reminds me of the great person I am. That he will always be with me... A monster doesn't do any of that. He only sees the good in each of us.

- What am I missing? An ignorant girl, how have you managed to stay alive? - Nanjo sounded disappointed.

- I've managed to stay alive thanks to the 'monster' you mention. He never asks for anything in return, and yet he has suffered a lot. He is the best person I have ever known, and he deserves all the good in the world. He doesn't deserve to suffer anymore! And if I have to fight you, so be it!

- Yukari... - Minato couldn't believe the words coming from his friend.

- Listen! - Takeba now addressed Arisato. - You're not a monster! You're our friend! Our leader! You are special in my life, Minato!

- Only the weak like you don't see the necessary sacrifices to preserve peace, - a certain person was getting tired of the so-called peace that Nanjo was talking about.

- Screw you, sucker boy! - Junpei also came to the defense. - Yuka-tan is right! He was the only one who saw my potential and knew that. I'm willing to sacrifice my life as a hero to protect others. I don't care if I don't get the recognition, I need... I only care about doing the right thing, right Minato?

- I'm starting to like this guy already, - Ulala couldn't help but comment as he caught Baofu's attention.

- When I got trapped in Tartarus, where were you guys!? - Fuuka once again let his emotions come out. - It was Minato and them who came to my rescue! How can you consider someone like him a monster?! He always gives us advice and helps us with whatever we need. If he doesn't remember anything, it doesn't matter! Because he's, our friend!

- Man... I have no idea how to start, - Sho felt a little embarrassed. - I know we haven't known each other long. However, we've been through so many things that I never want it to end. I want to stay by your side for a long time more. You don't see me as a weapon, but as a person.

- My duty is to stay by your side, no matter what circumstances you find yourself in, - Arisato was grateful for Aigis' strange words. That was something, he had enough enemies in his short life.

- I still want my revenge in the ring, - it seemed that Akihiko still didn't forget the emperor's humiliation. Minato looked like he had to pay those consequences. - So, they won't take him anywhere. Besides, I'm starting to get tired of you guys already.

- Arisato, you sacrificed my life for me that night in Tartarus. Even though I manipulated, deceived you. You gave me a second chance and I will do it fighting by your side, - Mitsuru unsheathed his rapier. - You give your life for this team, and I will do the same. Those are the values you taught me.

- Who's first?! - Sho was excited for another bout.

Each S.E.E.S. member had made his decision and that was to stand by Minato's side. It was time to repay all the favors the leader had contributed to each of them. And for the group's unwavering friendship.

- What now? - Baofu had no idea what to do and he didn't want to fight the young men either. He had had enough for one night.

- Enough! - Akari called everyone's attention coming out of the dormitory. - I've heard enough. From this moment on, The Kirijo Group breaks alliance with you.

- Excuse me? Do you know what you're saying? - Nanjo sounded irritated by the unexpected decision that had been made.

- Of course, I know, you conceited brat. We'll deal with S.E.E.S. from now on. It was nice doing business with you... I never want to see you again in my life, - Akari said with a cold tone. Now it was understood where Mitsuru got that from.

- You don't know what you're saying Kirijo. I can use my family's power to search for Arisato in the most abandoned corners of the planet, - Nanjo's threats only made Akari more irritated.

- Are you declaring war on me? Because if that's the case, you better be prepared! After all, I'm sure S.E.E.S. is eager to personally destroy you, - Akari had a smug laugh, seeing the determined expression on the team. She knew she could trust them. - I remind you that you're not the leader of your team, so don't get insolent.

- I have no idea who you are, - Minato called everyone's attention. - But now that you've confessed all your crimes against me, our next encounter will be your downfall.

Baofu, Ulala and Katsuya, for a moment, saw it. A different kind of confidence in Minato, as if he had risen from the dead. On the other hand, all of Makoto's anger had faded away, and he couldn't stop laughing.

- It seems revenge will be our happily ever after, - Makoto couldn't hide the joy he felt for Minato. He had taken the first step he needed. The Wild Card weapons were starting to gear up.

Before Nanjo could say anything else, Ulala ended the call, leaving Kei presumably with the last word.

- It was about time he shut up, - Ulala sighed in relief not having to listen to Nanjo's stressful voice anymore. - I'm sure Maya will gather us all to plan our next moves.

- So be it then. I'll personally let her know that we won't give in to Arisato by any means, - Akari made her final decision. - You guys are coming with me. I won't allow you to stay in Iwatodai after what happened.

- Fine by me, - Ulala had no objections.

- This is going to be a very uncomfortable journey, - Baofu commented as he was the first to get into the limousine. Before looking at Minato. - Sorry for the beating, Arisato. Someday I'll make it up to you with a coffee.

- No thanks. I've had enough of you for one day, - Minato replied.

- Are you coming, Katsuya? - Ulala asked, noticing that the police officer was staring at Minato while talking with his friends after the night they spent together.

- I'll pass. I'm staying with them, - Katsuya made the decision. There was no hint of regret.

- Are you sure? You know Maya won't like it, - Ulala was trying to convince him. Although she knew why he was doing it and couldn't blame him.

- And I refuse to let you stay, - Minato was responsible for shattering the older man's hopes - If you're going to have a problem with that Maya person, and it affects us, it doesn't favor any of us.

- But…

- No "buts", at least now you know I'm still alive. You should be content with that, - every word was a hard blow for Katsuya. It was like he was receiving a sermon. - Kirijo-san, I count on you to stay locked up somewhere.

- You can count on me, Arisato, - Akari never thought she would be taking orders from a teenager. - Through Mitsuru, I'll keep you in the loop. Just promise me one thing, don't do anything reckless.

Akari gestured for Minato to come closer. Detecting no malice, he approached.

- Keep this between you and me... Can you protect Mitsuru? - the request caught the Wild Card off guard. He didn't expect something like this. - We haven't interacted much, that's for sure. However, I can see you're a good kid, so try to meet my expectations, Arisato, alright? Now, you have a small part of the Kirijo Group's power.

- Does that mean you're hitting on Mitsuru's mom? - when Sakuya finished the question, Makoto didn't hesitate to kick the young one away for his foolishness.

- I'll try, - Minato's response was more than enough for Akari.

- Although, if I'm honest, that request was more for you, Makoto.

- Don't involve me!

- So, you don't forget about me, - Katsuya stepped in between them, handing Minato a card. - This is my phone number. You can count on my help whenever you need it, unlike the others. I'm with you too.

- You're a traitor, Katsuya, - Ulala had heard everything, but she knew the fondness Minato had for the young man. Although, truth be told, she also wanted to give him her number.

- Alright, enough talking, let's let these young one's rest, - Akari forced everyone into the limousine, with Katsuya once again taking the role of the driver - Take care, S.E.E.S.

Once they saw the limousine out of sight, all eyes turned to Minato. They were making him uncomfortable at levels he couldn't even imagine existed.

- So, you really suffer from terrible amnesia, buddy, - Junpei sympathized with Minato, pretending to cry.

- It's strange; I don't detect any fractures in his skull, - Aigis commented as she observed Minato more closely. With her eyes, it seemed like she was scanning him. - I suggest a radiograph to prevent any catastrophes.

- Believe me, I have no idea what's happening in my life, - Minato was just as lost with them. - I'm sorry for hiding this, but I doubt you would have believed me.

- Truth be told, we wouldn't, - Akihiko, Sho, and Junpei agreed. Only causing an emotional wound to Minato.

- What can we do to help you recover your memories? - Fuuka, always eager to help others. In the eyes of Makoto and Sakuya, Arisato was starting to shine. This time, Makoto and Sakuya had sunglasses to protect their eyes.

- This goes beyond our understanding. We can use the Kirijo Group's contacts to try to find some answers.

- Do you think we should introduce him to Igor? - Sakuya's question was being considered by Makoto. - Big Nose always knows what to do. Although we would have to talk to him so that S.E.E.S. can access the Velvet Room.

- We could give it a try... - Makoto was seriously considering that option. It didn't sound too bad.

- To be honest, I have an idea of who could help us with this... - Arisato drew the team's attention. It seemed like it wasn't the option he liked the most. - Mitsuru-senpai, do you think you can arrange a meeting with Tatsuya and Amano?

- Are you sure about that? - Kirijo was taken aback by this request, considering what they had gone through this night. - I could try, but as we heard from Katsuya-san, the place where his brother is located is inaccessible to us at the moment. It would take time.

- It doesn't matter. We'll have time to think of other options by then, - Mitsuru nodded at Arisato's request.

- Now that I remember, - Yukari caught Minato's attention. - Do you remember when we went to the antique shop? That lady mentioned a Persona... I think it was Endymion. She even knew your Arcana.

- It's true! She knew everything about you at that moment! - Junpei also seemed to have remembered that. - We have a lead. We could start questioning her.

- Or just talk to her, but in a friendly way... - Minato's instinct told him not to anger Chieko.

- By the way, who is Tatsuya? - Iori was curious about the name. - I thought you couldn't remember anything.

- Tatsuya Suou. He's one of Hiroshi's kendo students. He's also been some kind of mentor to me. Many of the sword techniques I use, he taught me, - Minato's statement shocked everyone except Mitsuru. - He seems to be involved with that strange team as well.

- Wait, if you say he taught you that, was he preparing you to fight against Shadows? What's the point of them erasing your memory in the first place?

- I have no idea. And I don't want to find out either, - Minato replied. - You know, they're the weirdest people I've met throughout my life. In a situation like this, a normal person wouldn't have sided with me.

- Stop thinking so much about it, - Yukari squeezed his arm tighter. - By the way, what the hell happened to you?! Your clothes are a mess!

- Well…

- When I found him, he had quite a few injuries due to his confrontation with the Reaper, - Mitsuru showed no mercy. Minato would have to face the consequences.

- Makoto! - the mentioned one just whistled while pretending to be ignorant. At that moment, he had no intentions of swapping bodies. He felt comfortable in his spectral form.

- Minato Arisato! - the leader of S.E.E.S. was already beginning to fear for his life as he saw Yukari losing her composure. He also noticed that Sakuya and Makoto had abandoned him.

- Hey, isn't it weird that the Dark Hour hasn't ended yet? - Sho was questioning the duration of this long night. As soon as he finished his question, the electricity came back. - Me and my big mouth.

- By the way, how are we going to explain the disasters we caused in our battles? - Mitsuru was already starting to worry.

- I know it may sound unreal, but on our way back to the dormitory, all the structures had returned to their original state. It's as if we had never been through there, - Kirijo couldn't believe Akihiko's explanation. However, it was supported by the whole team. - It was definitely a very strange night... Should we skip classes tomorrow?

- Chronos did a good job, maybe I should start respecting him?

- What's happening with our lives? - Kirijo was seriously asking herself. She had seen so many things in a single night that she didn't know how to prepare for what might come. - Regarding classes, we won't skip.

- Why aren't we surprised?! - Akihiko and Junpei shared the same pain. They felt several broken bones, but they knew that challenging Mitsuru was a serious mistake.

- Calm down. Tomorrow is the start of the vacation, - the break that all students had been waiting for. Fuuka knew how to cheer them up. - Although... We have to delve into Tartarus to continue our expeditions... But they'll be easier now since Minato-kun took care of the Reaper.

- Uh... How do I tell them that he turned out to be immortal? - Minato nervously laughed while delivering the news. Mitsuru also confirmed it.

- Shall we go in? - Sho's request was welcomed by everyone. - For the first time, I don't want to know anything about Shadows.

Iwatodai Dormitory, Minato's Room - Early Morning

The faint moonlight filters through the window, dimly illuminating the room. Every step Minato takes resonates in the silence of the room, creating a heavy and thoughtful atmosphere.

As he sits on his bed, the gravity of the recent events is reflected in his expression. His eyes, usually serene, show traces of fatigue and deep thoughts. A sigh escapes his lips as his gaze becomes fixed, as if he were seeking answers in the void.

The room is filled with an unsettling silence, only broken by the soft murmur of the night. Minato dives into his own thoughts, reflecting on the revealed secrets, unexpected encounters, and the burdens he has carried with him. The bed, a refuge that should bring rest, now becomes a place of contemplation and reflection.

Each event seems like an additional weight on his shoulders, and fatigue is reflected in his hunched posture. Although physically at rest, his mind remains active, processing each revelation and confrontation.

Arisato, immersed in thoughts about his past, feels the urgent need to confront the box that holds the memories of his parents. In the silent night, he rises from his bed and heads toward the wardrobe, where that tangible piece of his personal history rests.

Upon opening the box, a mix of emotions envelops him. Inside, he finds the family photo album, a treasure he has guarded despite the mental barriers that prevent him from fully remembering those moments. With careful hands, Minato flips through the yellowed pages, unearthing memories that lie in the shadows of his mind.

The images capture smiles, moments of happiness with his parents—instances that should be a source of joy and warmth. However, for Minato, these photographs have become a double-edged sword of nostalgia and sadness. The inability to fully remember those days torments him, while the painful emotions of his past remain vivid in his memory.

- How did I not realize it before? - he wondered to himself. It's as if all this time he had been lying to himself just to protect himself. A selfish act on his part.

The room is filled with the whisper of pages being turned, as Minato delves into the depth of his own story. Each image tells a story that his mind cannot fully reconstruct. Despite the emotional turmoil, the desire to understand his past and strengthen himself for the future becomes more evident.

The album, with its pages filled with happy moments and faces he cannot fully remember, becomes a mirror of the contradictions, and challenges he faces. Minato, in his quest for answers, finds solace and pain in those photographs, marked by the absence of memories that were once his.

Suddenly interrupted by knocks on his room's door. Surprise reflects on his face as he heads toward the door, and upon opening it, he discovers that the one responsible for the interruption is Yukari, who had a first aid kit with her.

- Ready to be treated? - the archer asked while her gaze was searching for additional injuries. Arisato already knew that she only wanted the best for him.

Yukari's gaze falls on the box resting on Minato's bed, and her face reveals instant recognition of that object. Arisato, noticing the archer's look, with a slight smile invites her to enter his room.

While Takeba was starting to bandage his right arm, she couldn't help but look at the open photo album, revealing Minato's past. A genuine child enjoying his innocence, and to be clear... It seemed cute to the archer.

- I thought... that by looking at those photos, I might remember something, but it was useless. I can't remember anything, - Minato snapped her out of her thoughts. - The only thing I can remember is when I was in the care of Masashi and Hiroshi. My mind is a mess.

- Do you feel okay? - Yukari asked as she continued with the bandaging.

- No. I feel awful, - Minato replied honestly, sighing.

- I see... Well, I've finished with the bandage, - Arisato couldn't help but be surprised at how much he had improved in such a short time. Before he could express his gratitude, he encountered a surprise he never would have imagined.

Yukari stood there with her arms open. Minato, surprised by Yukari's unexpected show of affection, remained momentarily static, not entirely sure how to respond. Yukari's friendly gesture, conveyed through that open embrace, briefly broke the barrier of tension and uncertainty that might be in the air.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Minato let himself be carried away by the warmth of Yukari's gesture. His arms rose to reciprocate the hug, enveloping Yukari in a gesture that went beyond words. The Fool also wondered why he couldn't hear a single word from Orpheus; he would be crazy at a moment like this.

- "Everything will be fine". Those are the words I'll tell you whenever it's necessary, - Yukari said with determination. At this point, she knew that she could end up crying and make things worse. - I hope I'm special to you too.

- At this rate I would even ask you for a date... - Minato couldn't help but let out several laughs

- I'm afraid... of becoming something I don't want. I have no idea who I am.

- You know, when you stayed to fight against the glasses guy and that woman, Fuuka established a communication link with you so we could guide you with her abilities. However, we only managed to hear the last part... "I swear to protect my family!" - Yukari couldn't hide the smile on her face. Like everyone else, she had seen that determination in those words. - After hearing that, we couldn't just let you go as if nothing had happened.

- I wonder what they would think. With everything that's going on, - Minato emphasized his parents. At this point, he had already separated from their hug. - From what little I remember; they always knew what to say to me in times like these.

- Now I understand where you inherited that savior complex from, - Yukari and Minato couldn't help but laugh. - Do you remember what I mentioned?

- I've lost count; there have been too many things I've heard today, - Arisato had an idea, but he wanted to see Yukari's reactions first.

- Go to hell, Arisato, - Minato knew she said it jokingly.

- Yukari-san, - he caught Takeba's attention. - Would you like to go out with me somewhere… when all of this is over?

- I was thinking of going out with you somewhere tomorrow, - Minato looked at her perplexed, even though he had gathered his courage. - Since tomorrow is the start of the holidays, we'll have plenty of free time. So... Can that invitation you're asking for be a date?

- Then let me rephrase it. When all this is over, would you like to have a date with me?

- I… would love to, - Yukari replied with a big smile. Neither of them had noticed, but their hands were clasped together.

- Can I participate in that activity? - Neither of them had noticed that the mechanical maiden was present.

- Aigis?! What are you doing here?! - Yukari asked, her entire face flushed with embarrassment.

- As I have said on several occasions, my duty is to be by his side. I also came to offer myself as a guardian while he recovers energy. May I be allowed? - Aigis' request only made Minato roll his eyes.

- Of course not! What are you thinking?

- What's going on? - Junpei had peeked through the door that Aigis had left open. - Another lesbian fight?

- Of all the things you could say... was that the only one? - Minato sighed at his friend's choice of words.

- Did someone say fight? - now Sho had made an appearance. The present audience only increased Yukari's blush - What are you doing in Minato's room, Yukari-san?

- I just came to treat his wounds... - the archer replied as she tried to calm her breathing. When Yukari noticed, both boys had already entered her room. Including Akihiko. - When did you enter, Senpai?!

- I don't want to feel left out, - Sanada replied while spinning in Minato's desk chair. He seemed very childish…

- Are you all okay? - Fuuka also made her appearance accompanied by Mitsuru. Minato breathed a sigh of relief to see that they had their hand backs covered. They had followed the instructions as they were asked. - Why is everyone here?

- Because we like to live off other people's gossip, - Sho's response would be that of many.

- Goodbye to the romantic moment, - Orpheus finally spoke words, and only sobs were heard. - Why does life have to be so unfair?

Minato's room was full of life, and the team members explored every corner with curiosity. Although at first, he might have felt an invasion of his privacy, the atmosphere generated by the presence of his friends comforted him in some way.

Junpei, Fuuka, and Mitsuru were examining the photo album with a surprised and admiring expression at the images of Minato as a child. Junpei, as usual, couldn't help but make some light jokes about the photos, trying to lighten the atmosphere. However, for the girls, they couldn't help but make comments of tenderness when seeing pictures of Arisato as a child. In their eyes, he was a being of light. Akihiko was taken aback by Mitsuru's reaction; it was unusual for her.

Akihiko, along with Aigis, was immersed in inspecting the weapons in Minato's closet. Each weapon seemed to tell a story, and Akihiko, with his combat experience, appreciated the value of each one. He was also checking Minato's clothes…

Yukari, after her affectionate gesture, now shared knowing looks with Minato as they observed the other team members exploring the room.

- I think you're right... We're weird, - Yukari couldn't help but laugh at her comment, to which Minato agreed.

Meanwhile, Minazuki was satisfying her curiosity by searching through the contents of the box that Minato had recently unearthed. Her surprised shout caught everyone's attention; it seemed she had made a discovery.

- What is this? - Sho pulled out of the box what looked like a protective case and handed it to Minato.

- I don't remember this at all. I didn't know my parents had this, - Minato, opening the case, came across a vinyl record. It was a shame for Arisato, but he didn't have a record player. His gaze became perplexed when he discovered the title of the vinyl. - Shadow Flower…

Arisato understood it at that moment. That vinyl was more than just an object; it was a link to his past, a tangible connection to something he had lost. Everyone had heard the title of the vinyl and also stared at it. Each wondered what was special about that name. Yukari's hand rested gently on Minato's shoulder as they both observed the vinyl attentively.

- Everything will be fine, - Yukari spoke those words she promised she would say. Minato just nodded as he put the vinyl back in its case.

- I can get you a record player if you want, - Mitsuru offered, to which Arisato thanked her - By the way, there's a question I need to ask you.

- What is it?

- Do you know what hair product your mom used? - Mitsuru's question confused Minato at this moment. Kirijo was showing him a photo from the album - Just look. Even in a photograph, her hair looks healthy.

- I had no idea you cared about that kind of thing, - Minato's comment couldn't help but embarrass Mitsuru.

- Believe me, Minato, today I've discovered new facets of Mitsuru that I didn't know, - Akihiko had no more words to describe the discoveries of just one day.

- It seems someone wants to be executed. Arisato, can you lend me one of your weapons? - Minato gave his approval, and Sanada couldn't help but scream in panic. He didn't expect such a swift execution.

- Forgive me! Have mercy on my poor life! - Akihiko was kneeling on the floor, begging for his life. He was more afraid of the redhead than the Reaper himself.

Laughter filled the room as everyone witnessed the unusual scene with Akihiko. The irony of seeing the man so focused and dedicated in that aspect, which normally contrasted with his serious and training-focused personality, resulted in a release of accumulated tension. Even Akihiko couldn't help but smile at the shared laughter, showing that, despite his reserved facade, he could also enjoy lighthearted and humorous moments.

- What would happen to him when he recovered his memories? Would he still have the right to be with them? Would he still be allowed to live as a teenager?

Minato didn't know what would happen to him upon recovering his memories. Nor did he know what would happen to Makoto and Sakuya. Would they be allowed to stay together? Those two seemed like siblings to him. The siblings he never had. He had learned to appreciate them over time. His life had changed, just like he had. His mind pondered on matters that he had always considered insignificant in his life... the right to live.

As he faced his past and recovered his memories, he would do everything in his power to stay with his team. The promises made and the friendships built were crucial to him, and he was willing to face any challenge to ensure he fulfilled them. The room echoed with laughter, but in Minato's heart, his determination to face his destiny grew stronger.