Well, here we are again. I guess I got lucky and had a considerable about of time to work on this. This chapter is going to be covering canon events now, so please bare with me if some of the dialog feels like a cut and paste job. Now, let's get to QA out of the way.

The Whole Horse: Thanks for the support. It's nice to know you enjoyed the last chapter, even if my ability to write fights is mediocre at best. Keeping characters in character is one of my top priorities when it comes to writing, so I'm glad I did that well enough. Don't worry about Touma's progression. One of my favorite things about Touma as a character is that his is only human. He has power, but its extremely limited to those with power themselves. I have no plans on making him any sort of god-like being. He will improve himself with hard work, but will only get better so long as they are within the confines of reality. Of course Judgement is going to be come part of Touma's harem, every girl not in a dedicated relationship or another harem becomes part of his harem. However, they will only be minor additions, like tiny crushes, rather than something like Mikoto's head-over-heals-borderline-obsessed-tsundere feelings.

Anonymous Noob the 2nd: As much as I am Kamikoto trash, I can't give away anything about potential relationship statuses. I can however say that their relationship will get some of the most focus.

Handsomistic1: Glad you like it, especially the part with Motoharu and Pierce. Had to be my favorite part to write about that chapter.

Bluejack222: Sorry pal, that's spoiler territory so I can't say. I do think you will like the direction I go with it.

MrQuestionMark: Glad you found it interesting. I'm going to try to keep the pacing of the story similar to what I have now, with some slow moments in between to explore the characters and their relationships a little bit. Tsuchimikado and Aogami were a must when Touma was alone with loads of girls, that situation was a powder keg waiting to be lit. I'm sure you're going to enjoy what I have in store for deviations from canon now that Touma and Mikoto's stories are a bit more intertwined. The new scenarios will still follow what was established in canon and I've put a lot of thought into how events might turn out, so don't worry about Touma delivering an OTKO to something like the AIM Burst.

AriaTheLostMelody: Thanks for the kind words. I'll be sure to keep this going for as long as I can.

f99 (Guest): I'm glad you liked the chapter. To ease your confusion, the Level Upper Arc comes before the Index Arc, so Touma still has his memories. This is made clear in Railgun when Mikoto was preparing to perform the violin and ran into Touma, who was looking for a missing Index. The scene when the two met clearly shows Touma is confused when Mikoto acts like they've met his speech is completely devoid of snark. He was even about to compliment her about her dress before she threatened him with a steel chair.

Guest (1): I'm glad you liked the fight. I understand if Touma seemed a bit more effective than normal, but remember, this is before his memory lose. Assuming he really did take Judo, he would have memories of all the techniques he's learned and could use them actively rather than instinctively like with muscle memory. Hope this is an acceptable explanation.

Meep fanmeepster: Thanks, I try my best and I'll continue to do so.

jeancampos147: Yeah, I like Mikoto dere side too, though the tsun side is where all the bodily humor comes in. Don't worry, I made sure to add some Kami-disease in this chapter and there will be more to come.

Guest (2): Yeah, the line is cheesy, but I really couldn't think of much else. Besides, I like cheese and ham, their great to put in sandwiches when you go to camp. ;P

RPGPersona: Man, you wrote a lot in your reviews. I had to go to the actual site just to read them in full. I'm glad you liked a lot of the jokes and the direction I took the story in. I'll be sure to work on keeping everyone in character. This chapter is more focused on Touma's growing relationships with Saten and Uiharu, so I hope they are to your liking.

Awareness Bringer: Glad you're enjoying what I have so far. And please, try to keep spoilers to a minimum.

Guest (3): Hey man, to each their own. I've already explained my reasons in the last chapter.

Well, that took a while. Hopefully, huge gaps in updates don't result in so many reviews to respond to that I'd have to skip some. Anyway, disclaimer time!

Disclaimer: All characters and plotlines of the "A Certain" franchise are credited to Kazuma Kamachi.

Chapter 3: Real Legends

Quite some time had passed since the boy known as Touma Kamijou was strong-armed into joining Judgement. In spite of this sudden and strange addition to the 177th branch of Judgement, life for its members and all those closely associated with mostly the same Take for example Ruiko Saten, who was currently sitting at her desk in school transcribing her notes for her sick friend. On the surface, she looked to be deadly focused on helping her friend in any way she can. However, her thoughts were elsewhere.

'Who cares about theories and thought experiments?' Saten thought to herself as she stared wistfully out the window, 'I wish they'd teach us how to level-up faster. That would be useful.'

While she continued to stare, she realized she still had a friend in need sick at home. Put her ability related thought aside, she quickly put away her stuff and headed out. She still needed to pick up some medicine for Uiharu, she couldn't leave her best friend to fight this cold off by herself.

After stopping by a pharmacy to pick up the medicine, she noticed someone she had become very familiar with passing by as she made her way to Uiharu's dorm. He was actually pretty hard to miss in the crowd, considering his black hair was styled to emulate that of a manga character the boy saw in a magazine.

"Hey, Kamijou!" Saten yelled with a wave.

Turning towards the direction in which he heard the yelled, Touma waved back with a smile.

"Oh, hey Flipper," Touma replied.

One might give a strange glance if they heard someone call another by such a term, but it was actually pretty normal for Touma. Having gotten pretty close to his friends from Judgement, Touma had started assigning nicknames to each of them. He only thought it was fair since he always called Mikoto 'Zapper'. He put a decent amount of thought into each name, using something iconic about each girl to create it. Saten was called 'Flipper' since she loved to flip Uiharu's skirt, much to Touma's displeasure as it was always super awkward when he was in the room. Uiharu was called 'Headband' for her iconic flower headband. Kuroko was 'Pigtails' for a similar reason as Uiharu. Granted, he didn't use the nicknames all the time like with Mikoto, but he used them often enough that they stuck. Little known fact was that he actually had some other names for some of them, like 'Panties' and 'Closet Pervert', but he figured he would toss them as to keep himself in one piece.

"How have you been?" Saten asked as she approached her friend.

"Oh, you know, unlucky as always," the unlucky Kamijou answered with a stiff laugh, "What about you? What have you been up to?"

"Just taking some medicine to Uiharu since she's sick," Saten said as she presented the medicine, "You want to come with?"

"Don't see why not," Touma shrugged.

As the two continued their trek through the city of science, they passed by a park where they saw two more familiar faces sitting under the shade of some trees.

"Misaka, Shirai, hey you guys," Saten called out as she and Touma walked over.

"Hey Saten," Mikoto greeted cheerfully before switching to an annoyed tone, "Hey idiot."

"Are you ever going to stop calling me that, Zapper?" Touma asked in a similar tone.

"Only when you stop using that ridiculous nickname."

"Come on, it super cute. I though you liked cute things. Or was that a lie."

"Are trying to die," Mikoto threatened as she began to spark.

"Hey! Come on! I was joking!" Touma said as he held up his right hand in defense.

"There they go again," Kuroko lamented.

"Those ices look delicious," Saten commented, noticing her friend's treats and ignoring their usual dynamic.

A few minutes later, Saten had bought a shaved ice for herself and sat on the adjacent bench with Touma. After taking a spoonful of her own, Saten began to wiggle in her seat in response to the brain freeze she had just gotten.

"Yeah, we feel your pain. That happened to both of us a second ago," Mikoto joked.

"You know it's gonna happen, but you can't stop eating it," Saten summarized before noticing her friends' flavors, "Oh, did you guys get strawberry?"

"Mhm here, would you like to taste," Mikoto offered, much to Kuroko's horror.

"Oh, that's so nice of you. Don't mind if I do," Saten replied.

"Mn, yummy. Let me give you a bit of lemon in return," Saten said as she scoped up some ice.

"Cool, thank you," Mikoto replied as she took a bit, causing Kuroko to scream in terror.

Everyone else looked in her direction at this, completely oblivious to why she was screaming like she was.

"Wh-what… what do you think you're doing?" Kuroko stuttered.

"Uh… tasting each other's flavors," Saten answered as if it was obvious.

Kuroko stood there for a few seconds before suddenly perking up an offering Mikoto a bit of her shaved ice. When Mikoto pointed out that they had the exact same flavor, Kuroko began to bang her head on the ground, calling herself stupid over and over again.

"There she goes again," Touma lamented as he shook his head at his coworker's antics from his seat.

"Hey Kamijou, why didn't you get a shaved ice," Saten asked, trying to ignore Kuroko's outburst.

"My budget's a bit tight right now. I can't really afford it," Touma admitted.

"That's some rotten luck," Mikoto commented.

"Story of my life."

"Say, Misaka," Saten said, feigning innocents, "why don't you let Kamijou have a bit of your shaved ice."

"Wh-what?" Mikoto stuttered blushing, "Why can't you do it."

"Kamijou's life is already so sour from his bad luck. I think some sweet strawberry is just what he needs," Saten reasoned, "What do you say Kamijou?"

"If Misaka's fine with it, I don't mind," Touma responded nonchalantly, not realizing how much of an impact using her actual name would have.

"O-okay then," Mikoto continued to stutter as she scoped out a spoonful of ice and walked over to where Touma was sitting.

On the ground, Kuroko could only watch in horror at what was transpiring. Mikoto was about to share an indirect kiss with her love rival, and Saten was conspiring against her. She couldn't let it happen, but at the same time there was nothing she could do without it looking bad. However, it turned out that she had nothing to worry about as luck was on her side, and by proxy, definitely not with Touma. Just as the spoon was about to reach Touma's mouth, the ice feel of and landed in the worse place it could possibly land for a high school boy.

"AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" Touma screamed as he collapsed on the ground, holding the now freezing forbidden place commonly reserved for one's truest of companion.

Shocked by the sudden turn of events, Mikoto jumped a little, accidentally dropping the rest of her shaved ice all over the unlucky Kamijou.

"ROTTEN LUCK!" Touma cried.

"I am so sorry!" Mikoto said genuinely as she took out a handkerchief, "Here, let me help you take care of that."

"No, it's fine," Touma insisted weakly, holding up a hand, "I just need one of you to buy be a towel."

Without saying another word, Touma quietly squirmed his way over to the nearest public bathroom.

After getting Touma a towel from a nearby convenience store, the girls spent the next few minutes trying to comfort Mikoto about the incident. It was one thing to spill a spoonful of ice on someone, but to end up hitting them where the sun doesn't shine and dumping the rest of the ice on top? That was just plain humiliating, especially for a Level 5 like Mikoto. Such an act was a huge hit on her pride.

"Come on, Misaka, stuff like this happens all the time," Saten said reassuringly.

"Not something that bad," Mikoto argued, hang her head.

"But this is Kamijou, it's always this bad with him," Kuroko pointed out, "This one time during training, a ball hit him in the back of the head and knocked him face-first into a light post. Not only that, but he also got handcuffed to the post when the fall made him throw up his set and they clasped around his wrists. He would have been stuck there all day if I wasn't there to get him out."

"Seriously, it's fine," a familiar voice said not too far away from the girls.

Looking in the voice's direction, the girls saw Touma walking up to them with the now wet towel slung over his shoulders, as well as his mostly-white dress shirt. His shirt was still stained a bit, but it didn't look too bad. A simple run through a washer would fix it. He now only had his orange shirt on his upper body, which looked dry and barely stained despite the soak he took. As for his pants, you couldn't even tell ice was dropped on it in the first place.

Needless to say, the girls were shocked to see how nice he looked in spite of the incident.

"You sure clean up well," Mikoto complimented.

"Kind of had to learn how to with how often this kind of stuff happens to me," Touma shrugged off the comment, "so don't worry about. No need to cry over it."

"I wasn't crying!" Mikoto yelled in defense, earning a laugh from everyone else.

In the mist of everyone's laughter, Mikoto came to a realization regarding a certain friend that was not present.

"Hey, I just realized, Uiharu isn't with you today," Mikoto said, turning directly to Saten.

"She stayed home from school because apparently she has a cold," Saten explained, presenting the bag of medicine, "I was just on my way to drop off some medicine for her."

"Is it really bad?" Mikoto asked in concern.

"No. she doesn't think it's anything serious, but I know how annoying colds can be," Saten responded, "You know, you guys can come along too. Kamijou already agreed to."

Within a few minutes of commuting, the four friends were finally able to reach Uiharu's dorm. Upon seeing her friends all worried about her, Uiharu thanked them from the bottom of her heart for their concern, something everyone agreed didn't require any thanks.

"It says 37.3," Saten observed, taking Uiharu's temperature, "Well, that's slightly high, so you should probably stay in bed, and be sure to cover up so you don't catch a chill."

"You know Saten, it might help prevent a chill if you'd stop flipping my skirt up all the time," Uiharu suggested.

"Don't give them the wrong idea!" Saten defended as she got down from the ladder to Uiharu's bunkbed, "As Uiharu's best friend, I just want to make sure she's wearing panties every day, like she's supposed to. It's my duty."

"Of course, I wear panties! Every day!" Uiharu yelled in outrage, getting up from bed.

"Yes, of course, we know you do," Mikoto reassured, "Now lie down before you get any worse."

"Besides, it's kind of late for anyone to not get the wrong idea, Flipper. I already gave you the nickname," Touma said, coming out of the bathroom, "Thanks for letting me borrow your washing machine, Headband."

"No problem at all, Kamijou," Uiharu responded.

"I'll go fix up a cool towel for you," Saten said as she went off to prepare said towel.

"Oh, I wanted to ask you, Shirai," Uiharu called down from her bed, "Have there been any developments in the Graviton Attacker Case?"

"There is one thing, I guess. It really isn't much help though," Kuroko responded, "We know that the person responsible for the attacks has a Level 2 ranking…"

"But what he did was unmistakably Level 4 stuff," Mikoto added.

"So, the only development so far is that there's even more we don't understand about it?" Uiharu summarized.

"Yeah, that's pretty much it," Kuroko confirmed.

"Now that I think about it, didn't you mention something before about a machine called the Level Upper?" Mikoto asked Saten over in the kitchenette.

"Level Upper?" Touma asked.

"That's right, you weren't there when I brought it up," Saten realized, "It's this rumor about a machine that can increase your ability level.

"It raises a person's ability level?" Kuroko asked for confirmation.

"Yeah, but like I said, it's just a rumor. All totally unsubstantiated," Saten explained, waving her hands for emphasis.

"So, there's no proof that it exists?" Mikoto pushed.

"Not at all. The stories about it are all mixed up. It's nothing more than an urban legend, really," Saten said in a somewhat disappointed tone.

"So? I was apparently an urban legend, and I'm right here," Touma cut in.

"That is true," Kuroko added, "Plus, this isn't the first time a person's level as shown in the data bank doesn't match what they've actually done. The girl with the stun gun and the eyebrows, the bank robber that was a pyrokineticist, the thug that was a terrakineticist, and of course our very own Touma Kamijou. Of course, Kamijou's a special case, even for this group."

"That's right," Touma said in thought, "you told me during work that loads of Espers have been reported doing things that are far above what their level entails."

"Are you saying…" Mikoto started.

"… there really is such a thing as a Level Upper out there?" Saten finished.

"Anything else you know?" Touma asked, looking straight at Saten.

"Let me see. There is something, but it could be another rumor," Saten mused, "I heard something about people who use the Level Upper posting to some kind of message board on the net."

"Do you know which message board it is?" Mikoto pushed.

"Take a look, Saten," Uiharu called down from her bed, "Could it be this one?"

In her hands was her laptop, with said message board pulled up on the screen.

"Ah! There it is!" Saten confirmed.

"Nicely done, Uiharu?" Kuroko complemented her partner.

"That's our Headband," Touma said proudly.

"Now, if only we could determine their identities and where they hang out," Kuroko added.

"I can't speak to their identities, but as for their hangouts, look! They seem to get together at this restaurant pretty frequently," Uiharu said, pointing at a message mentioning the restaurant Jona-G.

"Thanks a lot, Uiharu. I'm gonna look into it," Mikoto yelled as she ran out the dorm, "Oh, and get well soon!"

As soon as Mikoto was out the door, Kuroko teleported out as well. Just outside, Kuroko could be heard yelling after Mikoto.

"Don't worry about me! I'll catch up once my shirt is done in the wash!" Touma yelled as he sat down at the table with the remaining two girls, not expecting them to hear.

"You think they'll be alright," Uiharu asked in concern.

"Knowing those two, they'll be fine," Touma said reassuringly, "Although, I've been to Jona Garden a few times. I'm pretty sure there's a power plant nearby, so hopefully Zapper doesn't blow a fuse, whether it be one of her fuses or those of the power plant."

"Say, Uiharu, Touma, what if we could get a hold of the Level Upper? Do you think we could really use it to increase our ability levels?" Saten mused.

"Who knows," Uiharu answered quietly before becoming stern, "but in any case, cheating is wrong!"

"Yeah, I know, just hypothetically. I would never actually do it of course," Saten said quickly.

"Not that it would matter to much with me, anyway," Touma pointed out, "My right hand prevents me from developing an Esper ability. For all I know, I'm actually a fabled Level 6 or 7 with power greater than a god."

"Well, it would be quite fitting of you, wouldn't it, mister 'He who purifies God and exorcises the Devil'," Saten joked.

"As if I could surpass a god," Touma scoffed, although he was still smiling.

"Hey, while we're here, you think you can help me with something, Uiharu?" Saten asked as she pulled out her notebook, "The teacher called on me today and I had no clue how to answer."

"I'm sick and you're asking me to help you with your school work?" Uiharu responded in disappointment.

"Come on, I'll make you something to eat," Saten offered.

"And now you're bribing me with the promise of food?"

"She only does that because we all know you can't say no," Touma supplied.

"You're not helping, Kamijou!" Uiharu yelled, but was interrupted by the sound of her stomach growling.

Touma and Saten gave their friend a knowing glance, as if daring her to reject Saten's offer.

"I guess I can use something to eat," Uiharu admitted.

Touma and Saten shared a fist bump underneath the table.

"I'll go get something ready," Saten said as she got up.

"Let me help you with that," Touma added as he followed her into the kitchenette.

In no time at all, the two Level 0s had prepared a delicious pot of miso soup. However, this was no ordinary miso soup, this was the Kamijou Specialty Miso Soup. Since Touma got so little money from Academy City for research since he's a Level 0, he had to learn to cook with cheap ingredients if he wanted to eat. Thus, he developed an impressive set of cooking skills that can make extremely flavorful food from the cheapest of ingredients. Even something as simple as miso soup became a blast of flavor, something Uiharu was very grateful for.

"Delicious as always, Kamijou," Uiharu complimented, lost in wonder by the taste.

"Always a pleasure, Uiharu."

"While I agree that Kamijou's cooking is impressive, could we get back to why we agreed to make you food?" Saten interrupted, feigning annoyance.

"Sorry," the two, other people in the room apologized before giving their full attention to Saten.

"Anyway, the teacher told me to brush up on Personal Reality, but I just don't get the concept,"

Saten explained.

"Yeah, it's complicated," Uiharu agreed, "I think I've heard something about before though. You have to create a reality on to one's self."

"A reality on to one's self, huh. A reality on to you, a reality on to me," Saten mused, "What are these realities anyway? Delusions, maybe?"

"I don't think delusions is the right word," Touma supplied, "I think a better term would be illusions."

"What do you mean by that?" Saten asked the high school boy.

"I mean that personal realities are just the things we tell ourselves about the world, the things we believe to be true without any real proof," Touma explained, "In an ironic twist, it's these baseless beliefs, these illusions, that allow scientific Esper abilities to manifest. At least that's how I see it."

"Is that why you always tell Espers you're going to shatter their illusions every time you punch them in the face?" Uiharu questioned.

"Part of it," Touma shrugged.

"So, it's the power of our beliefs, huh?" Saten mused, "Maybe I just need to believe some more, and my level will go up some day."

"I'm sure you'll improve," Touma encouraged, before he was interrupted by the sound of the washing machine finishing its cycle.

"Whoops, better get my shirt into the dryer," Touma said as he went over to the bathroom, "Damn it, why does the dryer have to be so complicated!"

Much to the girls' amusement, it took Touma a couple of hours to figure out how to get the dryer working. Why anybody would design it like that, Touma had no idea. To make matters worse for him, during the time he spent try to get the dryer to work, Saten had started to help Uiharu wash up, so Touma had to stay in the other room as to not see anything forbidden.

"Come on, you two, admit it. You want to be higher levels too," Saten said as she wiped Uiharu's back.

"Well, having a higher ability level would be pretty awesome and be great for academic advancement," Uiharu mused.

"That's the reason we're here. If we wanted a normal school experience, we could get that anywhere else. People flock to this city because they're fascinated by Esper powers. It's the reason this city exists," Saten said with a sad smile.

"I can see where, you're coming from," Touma admitted through the door, "but I don't think that line of thought applies to me."

"What do you mean?" Saten asked in confusion.

"Before I came to Academy City and became the urban legend of the boy that could negate other abilities, I was the urban legend of the embodiment of bad luck in my home town," Touma explained, leaning against the door, "People always avoided me because they were worried my bad luck would rub off on them."

"That sounds tough," Uiharu observed.

"For a while, it was," Touma said sadly, "I was attacked a few times by people who blamed their bad luck on me. My dad always went on business trips and brought home any sort of good luck charms he could find to help me."

Upon hearing about Touma's father's multiple good luck charms, Saten instinctively looked towards the good luck charm her mother gave her when she first came to Academy City, bringing back memories of her parting with her family.

"The charms never worked, so my parents finally decided to enroll me in Academy City. They figured since supernatural stuff was the norm around here, me and my bad luck would stay under the radar. I was only in elementary school when I enrolled," Touma continued, "If anything, I came to Academy City because it was the only place I could have a normal school life. I never really cared for the abilities, I just wanted to live a normal life."

"Well, considering the stuff you go through every day, I'd say it didn't go as planned," Saten proposed.

"On the contrary, life became much better for me," Touma revealed, "Sure, I still had bad luck, but no one ever looked at me in a weird way because of it. I was actually able to make friends, especially with other outcasts. I remember this one kid I was best friends with in elementary school, I think his name was Yuri Suzushina, though I haven't heard from him in years. I'm glad just for having had that opportunity for a normal life, even if my standard of normal is a bit different from most people's."

"I know what you mean. I'm a Level 1, but look at all the friends I've made since coming to Academy City," Uiharu agreed, "You're all so wonderful, I wouldn't trade it for the world."

"Uiharu…" Saten whispered as she wrapped her arm around Uiharu's shoulder.

"You're adorable!" Saten yelled as she began to violently cuddle the poor, sick girl, "As a reward, I'll sponge bathe your entire body!"

"That's okay, I can reach! I can reach!" Uiharu begged as she tried to get out of Saten's hold.

In the bathroom, Touma was rather conflicted. He could not decide whether or not to open the door to see what was happening. On one hand, he was a chivalrous citizen of Academy City and would never do anything to purposefully harm someone unless they deserved it. On the other hand, he was a normal high school boy with his own instinctual urges. Still, this was his friend, he couldn't do that to her. She was just so innocent.

However, his thoughts were interrupted when the power went out and all the electronics stopped working, including the dryer with his still wet shirt inside.

"A blackout?" Uiharu observed.

"Wonder what happened," Saten mused.

"Damn it! Zapper must have overloaded the powerplant near Joan Garden! I just got the dryer running! I'm gonna give that girl a piece of my mind!" Touma yelled as he barged out of the bathroom.

However, he stopped in his tracks at the sight in front of him. Uiharu and Saten were sitting on the floor with Saten on Uiharu's back and Uiharu holding her shirt in front of her chest. Even in the dark, Touma could clearly see the compromising position the girls were in. Everyone remained silent for a minute before Uiharu let out a scream.

"Look away!" Uiharu yelled as she threw the washtub Saten was using at Touma.

He was hit straight in the face, knocking him on to the ground and drenching him from head to toe.

"Rotten luck," Touma whispered just before he passed out.

The next day, Touma was out for a walk to help him clear his head. After yesterday, he was not in a good mood. The power was out all night and he was left with in the dark the entire night. He was just glad he was planning on going shopping today anyway since his fridge was already mostly empty that night, so he didn't lose too much in terms of perishable food. Still, that single stroke of good luck wasn't enough to make him feel better. He was in such a bad mood that he didn't notice two people appear behind him as he grumbled to himself.

"Damn that Zapper," Touma complained, "Next time I see that girl, I'm gonna…"

"You're gonna what?" said girl interrupted from behind him.

Paralyzed in fear, the unlucky Kamijou turned around to see Mikoto and Kuroko standing behind him. Mikoto was staring daggers at him and sparking, as per usual. Kuroko, on the other hand, looked like she was trying to hold in a laugh, probably the result of him unknowingly complaining about Mikoto to her face.

"Hey, Shirai, Misaka," Touma greeted, careful not to use nicknames as to not make Mikoto madder, "What are you girls doing here?"

Getting her laughter under control, Kuroko gave Touma a serious look.

"We have trouble at the hospital," Kuroko explained, "It's about the guy that caused the Graviton Bombings."

The group soon arrived at the hospital that the Graviton Bomber, Hatsuya Kaitabi, was checked in. He had apparently randomly passed out while Anti-Skill was interviewing him. The group managed to find Kaitabi's doctor and introduced themselves.

"Kuroko Shirai and Touma Kamijou with Judgement," Kuroko introduced herself and her partner as they presented their armbands, "How is he?"

The doctor explained that Kaitabi had passed out, but there didn't seem to be anything wrong with him physically. No head trauma or anything of the like whatsoever. He also mentioned that other patients have checked in with the same condition, among them being the girl with the eyebrows, the pyrokinetic bank robber, and the terrakinetic mugger.

"I hate to admit it, but this is beyond the capabilities of this hospital and its staff," the doctor explained, "so I've called in an outside specialist in neurophysiology."

"Sorry to have kept you waiting," a woman with long blond hair and baggy eyes said as she approached.

She was no ordinary woman. She was someone both Touma and Mikoto recognized and remembered vividly for her unique habit.

"I came here at the request of the hospital director," the women explained, "My name is Harumi Kiyama."

"Why are you here?" Touma and Mikoto asked in surprise simultaneously.

I hope you all enjoyed that. I know I did.

I think I did well with character interactions and exploration. I always thought of Saten and Touma as being two sides of the same coin, in a sense. Both are Level 0s, but Touma has always been content with that while Saten was aways torn up inside about it, going as far as to use the Level Upper despite knowing it was dangerous. I feel like putting a literal wall between the two of them was a bit on the nose, but I think it worked well.

So, I introduced someone by the name of Yuri Suzushina in Touma's past. No, he's not an OC, but rather my take on a certain backstory. You all have 7 guesses to figure it out, and the first guess is the only one that counts. If you've read some of my other "A Certain" fanfics, you might know who it is.

See all next time!