Help why am I even doing this again XD

But yes... if you want some music for Gig's battles, you can either look up "The Battle for Everyone's Slams" or "Eternity". The former one is by Blue Dragon.

As for this... ehhhhhhh, I'm not quite sure if I interpreted all the characters correctly, but I just wanted to have a little fun with this. Here we go!

Gig Does the Multiverse: Freezing Part 2

"Why are we still doing this?"

"Is he…"

"Is he finished off…?"

Oh Bridget and Roland, how naïve of you to believe that I, The Master of Storms, could be taken down so easily. Fortunately for me, the smoke from the battle is obscuring my position.

Well, let's show them just what they're dealing with. Let's do this.

I absorb electricity from the lights, healing any wounds I took in the fight. Let's just turn on Nerve Vision… well, now just so shoot right through the two of them.

The blazing hot projectile tears through the air right between them. The two of them barely through themselves out of the way, resting on the wall as I walk out, completely unharmed.

"Come on and slam and welcome to the jam." I say with a very haughty tone, smiling as I draw closer. The two of them don't even need to talk and retreat together. "Well, I'm not even finished and you leave? How wuuuude. Fire at will."

I taunt them further by shooting railgun shots meant to make them freak out by dodging and leaping. Oops, accidentally got a panty shot as they ran. Didn't mean for that. Either way, it's time to slam.

Roland attempts to slow me down by cutting out part of the ceiling, but I simply toss it aside with a magnetic field. Goodbye.

"Maaassssttteeeerr—"

And they immediately close the door. Heh, that terrifies the hell out of people now, doesn't it?

"Stop hiding and face me! Or will you cower before every enemy superior to you?!"

I blow through the door by launching enough of the debris chunks to shatter it. Roland looks a little annoyed and super tired, but Bridget looks hella mad now.

"You, the blonde. I like the spirit around you. I'll face you."

"My name is Satellizer Bridget. You would do best to remember that." She spits out venomously. "And it is time to put you in your place, you arrogant boy."

Heh, alright.

"Very well. Shall I face you as an honorable opponent, or utilize everything at my disposal?"

"I care not how my enemies fall."

"Then I'll match your weapon, for a little more honor in this fight."

I trigger a specific wave that slams the blade back and then another one that shifts the metal contraption into its minimal mode, where it's almost like it's not there. Afterwards, I focus my Gigawatt Blade into something similar into the shape of Derf.

"Alright, Partner. Let's do this." I whisper to myself, remembering what he always used to say.

I adopt a ready stance. She does the same.

She's tired, angry, and frustrated. But damned if she'd be called a coward by even such a superior foe.

Before we move, I hear music from the PA system. Eh…? The Battle for Everyone's Souls?

"Really, Motome-san?"

"I thought it was fitting. Oh, actually there's a bit of surprise."

~Everybody get up it's time to slam now, we got a real jam goin' down~

Are you serious. Why would you even mix Space Jam and… you know, whatever. It sounds pretty cool.

"Well, I guess you better shut up and slam, and get ready for a jam."

"Be warned, Bridget-san, that your battles so far have been fairly easy due to your sheer ability. However, this may be the first real fight you—"

The PA above her gets cut off by Bridget slicing into it. Looks like the time for talk is over.

"Talk is meaningless now. Let us start."

As I shoot forward, I discard the coat, which blows off through the broken windows behind us, getting caught on some rebar. Underneath it is just a sleeveless shirt and black combat pants and boots, allowing me to move even faster. After all, that coat is weighted, just for extra training.

With speed I haven't yet shown her, I wildly attack her in a frenzy. From afar, it might look like mad and rampant slashing, but it's very refined and hard to block. She's an expert swordsman to even be able to keep up with my strokes, especially in her condition.

I can hear her breathing as she tires. Yet she still fights on it. Admirable.

Vertical cut, stab, feint a horizontal swipe from the left but actually slide forward and attempt a leg cut. Bridget leaps over it, flipping through the air and landing as she sweeps her sword back, nearly nicking me across the neck.

I don't say anything, but I give a curt nod as I rise back to my feet. She gives no quarter, immediately turning the sides of the battle. This time I'm on the defensive, but far less frantic than she was. Ah, I see. She needs to see how I react defensively. A person's holes in their defense might differ than the ones in their offense. Bridget wants to find them. Where I'm weak.

"…Fast." She mutters in begrudging respect as I take advantage of the opening created by her rather long sword. While she's fast and strong, she just can't match my ability to take notice of things and react to them with superhuman reflexes. Any single flaw will be exploited.

"Not so bad yourself." I offer back, getting into a neutral stance as we circle each other. "I can count on one hand the number of people that can probably handle themselves against me in this state. But let's stop talking and get to business."

Again, Bridget launches herself into the throes of combat. I'm fairly sure she's considered the fact the other girl can just attack her at any time and secure victory, but regardless, she's giving her all.

The momentum of the fight flows just like a sine wave. One second it's me with the advantage, the next it's her.

…I could do it, actually. I could just ramp up my nerve circuits to the point that anything she does, I'll have seen coming and reacted to way before she even makes two movements in, but I feel that would be wrong.

Even if I've always taught to those who trained in combat under me to defeat your opponent as efficiently as possible, I don't think that's the case here. I want to see what she's capable of.

Alright, I'll just upgrade myself a little bit.

—React.

She bites her lip in irritation as I react to a cut that would have cut right through my abdomen. If I hadn't chosen to do that, I might have been hit.

Bridget tries several attacks of the sort again. However, they're all rather easy to—wait. It's not an actual attack on me… it's…!

Her lips curl into a smile as a crashing attack comes for my left side. Since I'm hurtling myself right at her, I barely see it coming and have to throw myself into the attack's direction, diving into a roll which leaves me open to a kick.

I grunt in pain as I fly through the air, eventually regaining my footing. Sheesh…

"So you've figured me out, haven't you?" I ask, going into a defensive stance. "Just as I have you. Shall we disclose what we have learned?"

She scoffs, rolling her eyes, but then narrows her eyes just in case I try anything. "Your blade."

"Your reflexes."

Both of us state the other's weakness.

"You're a little too slow. Having a massive sword will do that to you, not to mention the way that you hold it. It allows you powerful strikes, however. You have my respect as a woman of the sword, Saber."

"My name is Satellizer Bridget, not Saber."

"Forgive me, it's just a habit." I say with a bit of a bow.

"You're a lot more respectful now, too." She notes, taking a defensive stance, probably thinking I'm going to pull something off with my new way of talking.

"I've seen a lot of wannabes. I've met a lot of people who thought they were high and mighty but were nothing. My apologies if I automatically took that stance with you until you proved yourself worthy of my respect." I explain, remembering many of the people I met back in Halkeginia. "Though as for my introduction though, I was more emulating a man who was a great inspiration to many. My telling you all to back down was simply… an impression of him. Sorry for that."

"Idiotic fool…"

"Heh." I chuckle, shaking my head. "So, your analysis?"

"Your blade. It has no mass, or at least very little. It allows you to move very quickly."

"Strength against speed, hm? However intriguing. Let us continue."

I'm surprised that she's figured it out so quickly. In fact, no one else actually considered that possibility back in Louise's world. But then again, they had magic, which is how they combatted me.

A lot more crashing attacks followed through. Ah… she's really figured it out. A powerful attack. One with sheer strength behind it. If she moves fast enough, to at least force me into a block, it's going to stagger me.

Like she noticed, my blade has almost no mass due to the fact that the way I construct it is using sheets and sheets of electrons, stacked on top of each other. Enough sheets held together form the Gigawatt Blade and I just use the same thing for this electron sword. Even if I layer hundreds of sheets, each one has so little mass that overall, the sword basically has none.

But there is one problem with having little mass.

Inertia.

Inertia is an inherent property of mass. The more mass, the higher inertia. And seeing that inertia is how hard it is to get something moving or stop… a sword of little mass is easy to move and just as easy to stop.

It's why she's swapped to brash, powerful attacks. It forces me to dodge because I can't block effectively. My sword is just too easy to move. But in return, I can attack quickly.

Like I said before, it's a battle of strength against speed.

Neither of us can seemingly get a definitive advantage as the battle rages on.

I attack, again and again, slashing so fast that she can barely keep up—oh crap!

Bridget goes for the trip, which I recover from, going into a roll. I immediately spring up, leaping into the air as I twist around to face her, landing on my feet as she goes for the lunge.

I reflexively block with a Gigawatt Blade, forcing her back.

Instead of counterattacking, I simply let my blades dissipate, eliciting a surprised reaction from my opponent as I leap out the window. I land on a pillar of debris that forms a massive column, which my jacket from before got caught on. Retrieving it, I face my opponent, who's still standing.

"I admit defeat." I say, putting on my outerwear.

"W… what?"

"I said I would only use the sword. To block your attack, I had to bring out another ability of mine. You won the contest of swordsmanship. I'm amazed. You have amazing potential for that. I know not how effective it will be in fighting Novas, but one cannot deny you have skill." I bow slightly. "Thank you. It's been a while since I had this much fun in a battle.

"Oh, and I do apologize. I must have left you tired out while you still have yet to fight your true last opponent."

With that, I shoot myself forward like a railgun shot, vanishing off into the dark.

Ritsuko would have been smoking, except the cigarette had fallen out of her mouth at least twenty minutes ago, after watching him go one to one with Satellizer.

"Holy shit." She muttered to herself. "That's frightening. Good thing he's on our side."

Her lips curled into a smile. "Though, I'm certain that the higher ups will want to know. I doubt they can control him and anyone would be stupid enough to try. I guess the least I can do is at least give him a person he can trust around here."

Meanwhile, Kazuya had been watching the battle from a safe location, where many of the other Limiters were staring at the screens. The first male Pandora… he was insanely powerful. A few of the older ones that were bonded to the third year Pandoras whispered about how well he'd fare against them.

"He was limiting himself to just a sword too. What if he had gone all out?"

"And that Master Spark attack?"

However, in one area, in the far back of the room, was a boy trying to make himself as small as possible. He had watched the battle in earnest, mouth agape in awe and respect.

"Akiro-san, what do you think of him?"

"E-eh?!" The black haired boy stammered, slightly uncurling himself. "W-well… he's really, really strong. I think anyone who gets to have him as their Pandora would have a very powerful ally."

"Hey, hey." Another boy asked to the older Limiters. "How would a Baptism with a guy go?"

The third years blink in surprise but are still unable to answer. A few of them shift uncomfortably, but simply shake their heads and say nothing more, their faces somewhat reddened.

I just… maybe… maybe he'll pick me as a Limiter…

For a brief update, it's been about three days since that battle. Now that I'm actually allowed to interact with the various students since they have once again confirmed I will not be murdering the living shit out of everything in my sight.

Because apparently acting waaaaaay too much like Gilgamesh makes people freaked out when you've got the power to back it the hell up.

"This seat taken?" I ask one of the boys sitting at the massive table. Two of the scream in shock, stumbling out of their seats.

"I-i-it's…"

"It's meeeeee." I half sing. "But yeah, is this seat taken?"

"A-ah… Bright-san—"

Oh, they've been informed of my name already.

"It's just Kurt, no need for an honorific, hell if you want, call me Gig for short." I say, adjusting my custom made Kamina glasses.

Oh yeah, fun fact about this world.

Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann does not exist. That almost made me sink into despair. Except, then I realized that I could just you know… make everything from it my own thing in this world. Including the glasses.

"Ah, Gig then… what's with the glasses inside?"

"Well, I just thought they looked awesome." I say, stretching my right arm. "But could someone answer me if the seat's taken?"

"No, no! Of course not!"

I sit down and start talking with a few of them. Heh, it's good to know that I've got a few guys I can at least talk with. No doubt a bunch of them do want to be my Limiter, though. I'll just not address the subject for now.

"Hey, Gig, why aren't you sitting with the other Pandoras, though?"

"Well, the air's really heavy. See, I may or may not have really pissed off Satellizer Bridget since I revealed only too late that our battle heavily exhausted her, making her easy prey for her only opponent leftover from the carnival or whatever. I mean, technically I only delayed the inevitable. Kazuya-san, you were both really brave but really stupid getting on that battlefield to hug her."

Said boy blushes in embarrassment, but gets a few looks of respect. Eh, I guess getting that deep into a battle might get you some respect. Or a sword to the face.

"Anyways, I—"

I pause, seeing a boy come up to the table. Ah, it seems that he's here for this seat.

"Here."

I stand up and offer him my seat. "Sorry. I was just wrapping up. Actually, hold on."

I look around the room, checking to see if there's anyone looking at us. Before anyone can notice, I swipe a chair from one of the distant tables, bringing it over. A few of the guys have gaping mouths when I return.

"Dude."

"What?"

"That's… from the third year's table. You're going to get cooked, to say the last."

"Eh, I could care—" I stop as someone grabs the collar of my t-shirt from behind. "Well, I suppose it's about time I got the homewarming package."

To everyone's surprise, I throw myself forward into a flip, going over the table, throwing my opponent off, where I kick the person holding me in the chest area, which tends to be a weak spot, apparently, if the quick lecture from Ritsuko was anything to go by. The redhead (her hair reaching to about her waist) with blue green eyes, who is backed by her—her being that girl who pinned me in the research facility—crosses her arms.

"Bright Kurt—"

"It's just Kurt. Or Gig." I repeat. "I thought I made that clear to a lot of people. Judging by your tie, I that would make you a third year. I guess you're to run me through the paces. Oh yes, discipline this, order that. Well, let me just tell you—"

I stop the punch heading for my face.

"Okay, now that was just rude." I scoff, twisting her hand slightly. "Look, I understand you have to sort of push on this whole Pandora hierarchy thing and keep us supposedly lower people in line, but I think most of us are disciplined enough to know shit."

"Do you dare…" She growls in my face, clearly pissed off at my actions. "Mock this hierarchy that keeps us all from dying when we go into battle?! Do you think that if we allowed everyone to do as they wished, that Earth would remain standing even today?! You don't even have even respect for this place to at least don its uniform!"

"Heh, I never said anything about that. I agree that there's some need for order. However, I've heard about you third years. Oh yes, we must keep the younger ones in line. So, let's totally not establish aaaaaany guidelines and not even question if anyone goes overboard. Ha. Don't make me laugh at such a horrid system. I think most people can do better than that."

"Why you…! As a Guardian of Order, I, Bernstein Ingrid, will punish you for your refusal to adhere to the rules and continued disciplinary infractions—!"

I leap back and then adopt the standard pointing finger in the sky pose, just like Kamina did when the Gunmen first broken in. The moonlight reflects off my glasses as it shines down upon me.

"Hey hey hey hey hey!" I yell, grabbing everyone's attention. "Just who the hell do you think I am?"

I trigger another electric wave signal through, forming the railgun into a sword form that's still attached to my arm. "You've got real guts to try to command the man known as the Master of the Storm with that false order of yours. But that's coming to a real quick stop right about here. I ain't about to take any more of your shit!

"I'm about to tell you something real important, so listen up and listen good!

"The reputation of The Undine Knights echoes far and wide! When people talk about its badass leader, the man of infinite grit and unrivaled determination, they're talking about me! The Killer of Kings, GIG! And I'm done with your crap, and won't tolerate it any longer!"

"If you're both going to fight, take it outside." A voice calmly suggests. Ah, Ritsuko.

"Motome-san." I greet with a wave. "Ah, that's a good suggestion. Of course, I just let my ideals get the… ah, what is it, upper hand on my reasoning."

I once again shift the Railgunblade (that sounds too cheesy) into Minimal Mode. "Well, I just finished eating. I'd rather not get a cramp in the middle of the battle. Or throw up. Because that was a gooooood sandwich."

After that, I stretch my arms and crack my knuckles. "But don't think I intend to just leave it at that. I'll take you on and see if your fighting ability can match up to that mouth of yours."

Which of course, means I need a Limiter.

"You want him?" Ritsuko asked out loud as I pointed at the student from the cafeteria camera footage. "But he's… well, he's a special case."

"Define special."

"His Freezing field… well, first off, he can use one without actually having undergone a Baptism. Miyabi once targeted him but he still manages to hold her off by some reflexive action. It likes he pushes them away."

"Hm… well, let me just observe him for a bit, and I'm sure I can figure it out. You said he can already utilize a Freezing field…? Then why is he not already paired up?"

"It's… unstable. He can't always keep it up and sometimes he can't even produce it at all."

"…Nonetheless, I would like to have him as a partner."

"May I ask why? To be brutally honest, Gig, there are far better Limiters than him."

"Yes, but… when I saw him there, standing when I had taken his seat, I suppose that I felt something. You told me that his abilities get hampered by his reserved and breakaway personality. Maybe being around me might be able to change things for that."

"You do realize what sort of predicament that puts you in, right?" She asks, starting up another smoke. "Let's put this way. You're the hot-blooded, skilled, all around amazing mentor character to the spineless, clumsy, and otherwise in need of a mentor shy boy. You're practically setting yourself up to die."

"Yeah, yeah. But I've come back from the dead like, twice. Oh, and I survived being ripped apart to the very core of existence."

Yeaaaaah, let's just say that toying around with a Void infused crystal may have not been the best idea. Good thing I can pull all my electrons back together. And now I will never go towards another one of those things because Louise refused to remove herself from me for the next three days out of fear of losing me.

"Damn." She mutters. "The rumors you are invincible might actually be true. And you owe me, because that means I'm losing out on twenty thousand yen."

"Are you even allowed to smoke in here?"

"Hey, I get the job done. Unlike the rest of the science crew." She mumbles bitterly. "I don't have to follow all of the small rules, as long as I get the job done in the end."

"Ah. Well, nonetheless, I'll take Velvet Akiro—wait, his surname is Velvet?"

"One of his parents was American."

"…Hehhehheh… I guess it's time for Rider to take to the streets again. Ooooh, I actually have something I need. Ahh… where would I go to get myself a custom built motorcycle?"

"You got WHAT?!"

Akiro held the letter in his trembling hands out for the others to read.

"Heyo, Velvet Akiro.

"It's me. Kurt 'Gig' Bright. Er that should be written Bright Kurt, or whatever. Either way, I'd like for you to be my Limiter. As you may know, I'm going to need one as I'm operating as Pandora unit.

"If you'd like to further discuss this possibility, please meet me by—"

"The top of the Northern tower…?" One of the second years asked. "Hm… Do you think you're up for the task, Akiro-kun?"

"I… well… I have to, if I'm going to be—wait, who said I'm going to be climbing it?!"

The second year shrugged. "I thought it's what he would mean, considering his personality."

Akiro paused, also thinking about this. Ah… that might be the case.

"…Well, I guess I have to."

What in the hell is that kid doing? Was the thought that ran through Kurt's head as he walked along the path that led up to the North Tower. Is he climbing the tower? Geez. I only meant at the top as in… the stairs. Oh well… I guess I could've worded it better.

With that, he took off into the air, using magnetic fields to pull himself along through the air.

Meanwhile, Akiro was so foolishly climbing the tower when he found his collar pulled from behind. "W-whaaaaa!"

"You've got guts kid, I'll give you that much." Kurt chuckled as he landed them on a balcony. "I meant the top as in the top room. But color me impressed. You fucking just climbed that tower in the middle of the night while it was windy. You got guts."

"A-are you really asking me to be a Limiter for y-you?!"

"Well, yeah."

"W-why me?"

"Because you have potential, kid. Back from where I'm from, I was a teacher, a leader of soldiers, of men. While would I bother with those that are already at the top? I want to make sure all potential is used. And you, Akiro—can I call you that?—have a lot of potential. That, and I've heard of your special ability. I think that from what I think it is, it'll go hand in hand with my ability."

"My… special ability? Do you know what it is?"

"I might. Here."

Akiro watched as Kurt took out a yen coin.

"Akiro—can I call you that?" Akiro nodded, following the coin's movement. "When I throw this coin up, at the apex of its arc, I want you to make it stay up there. Almost like it was Miyabi and you needed to keep her a certain distance away."

"O-okay."

"Here we go."

Pwing!

The coin spun through the air as Kurt flipped it. At the top of the parabolic motion it flew through, Akiro thought of a hand that the coin would get caught on. It froze in the air, held up roughly thirty five degrees off horizontal.

"Your power… is of course, telekinesis. The ability to apply force remotely with your mind. It's how your force field against Miyabi worked. How attacks against you are repelled. What you just demonstrated to me confirms that."

"You figured it out…?"

"By watching, yes. I reviewed the footage and deduced as such. I'm thinking you'll be a good partner for me, a guy who can control electricity. I'm almost like you, actually. I'm electrokinetic. That's a secret, okay?"

"R-right!"

Kurt gave him a quick lookover with Nerve Vision. A Conduit… what exactly had happened while he was gone, anyways? Not that it really mattered.

"Anyways, it seems earlier tonight, Satellizer has also managed to piss off that girl. I already talked to her earlier and got a two-versus-two match up, so you'll have your first combat experience soon enough."

"A-already?!"

"I'm trusting you."

"R… right, sir."

"Don't 'sir' me. You don't have to call me anything. My name of mine will do."

"Okay, Kurt."

Kurt smiled, putting out a hand. "Then let's work together well, Akiro."

And from the firm handshake, Kurt knew he had chosen correctly.

It was several days later.

Along the way, Akiro discovered several things.

Number one, Kurt had lied about organizing the 2-v-2. He had spent the latter half of yesterday trying to convince Satellizer Bridget to do so. She was still somewhat sore about the whole 'making her lose' business, which was understandable.

He of course, convinced her by saving her from Miyabi's limiters, demonstrating his brutal efficiency to Akiro.

Akiro swore he had seen Kurt only cut once and move straight ahead.

Yet he had taken out an entire ring of Limiters.

"Seriously? You would be as so petty as to not only use Limiters to keep her in place, but then molest her afterwards? Such pitiful behavior! Kannazuki Miyabi, you call yourself a leader of your Limiters?! Foolishness! You do not even take it upon yourself to take the agony of defeat, to live your life to the fullest, taking all experiences! A leader, a king – he lives to the fullest! He needs to live more fully than anyone else! He is a figure of admiration to his people!

"And I will show you! A true leader takes the battles HEAD ON!"

And with those words, he had disabled every single one of Miyabi's Limiters and Miyabi herself, pinning her to the wall, hands around his throat, demanding she plead for her life.

The only thing that had saved Miyabi was that Kazuya had used a Freezing on him, the boy having apparently also been able to utilize a Freezing without going through a Baptism, telling Kurt not to harm her anymore or Satellizer would get in even more trouble.

That incident of course, was the driving factor in the 2-v-2 that was going to happen later tonight.

"Still thinking about that?" Kurt asked, sitting down next to Akiro on the bleachers by the track field. "…Sorry you had to see that particular side of me. I'm not exactly fond of showing it, but when someone who calls themselves a leader acts like that… I find it disgusting."

"Ah…"

"To win, but not destroy. To conquer, but not humiliate. That is what true conquest is." Kurt quoted, though no one really knew that he was quoting Fate/Zero. It was obscure enough, or at least, in this timeline, that he could get away with everyone thinking it was original. "Miyabi was driven by a petty need for victory. She had already beaten Satellizer by simply exploiting the fact she did not have a Limiter of her own. If she had not gone on further to molest and humiliate Satellizer by taking lewd pictures, I would not have interfered."

"But, isn't that the right thing to do?"

"Bah, most of those Pandoras can solve their own problems for all I care. Unless of course, you'd like me to interfere. Just say so, and I will do it. Remember, I'm depending on you. It's only fair that you have a little more say in my actions. That, and it'll be interesting to shake things up."

"Why… why would you do that?" Akiro asked, looking away from Kurt.

Kurt responded as he patted him on the head. "Because I can trust you. So tell me, why did you become a Limiter?"

"Um…"

Kurt leaned back on the bleachers, looking up at the crimson sunset of a sky. "If it's embarrassing, you don't have to tell me."

"I wanted to… I just wanted to show my family I could do something great. I'm not that good at writing, or math, or any of that other stuff, so when they said… I could become a really good Limiter, I took that chance. I've waited and prayed that some Pandora would take me, but never did I think someone like you…"

"Would take someone who appeared so shy?"

"M-miyabi once did, but I didn't really like her and there were a lot of rumors going about what happens to her Limiters."

"Yeah, heard about that." Kurt stood up, eliciting surprise from Akiro. "Come then, Akiro. We must prepare for tonight's battle. Tonight, I will show you my true power, if you would be as so kind to allow me as such."

"Am I your retainer now?"

"Yes…" Kurt closed his eyes, remembering the destruction his previous wanton actions had caused at times, when Louise had given him free reign in their later expeditions of the world. "Yes, you are. By your word I shall spare, kill, maim, defend, destroy. Remember that well."

The rumors that the battle would be taking place in the courtyard near the Limiter's dorm had gotten everyone excited. Of course, all the boys who were in on Kurt's plan were more excited for the performance that would be taking place, having set up the speakers around the area.

It was nighttime, a few lights illuminating the soon-to-be battlefield at about eight forty five. The battle was set to begin at about nine, but if all who were supposed to battle arrived early, then all the better.

Ingrid was beginning to get pissed. Not only was she dealing with that uncontrollable Satellizer, but the loose cannon who dared call himself the Master of the Storm, Kurt Bright. To think he had the nerve to even show up almost late—

The wailing of guitars brought all the Pandoras at the ready. The boys opened their windows, apt listeners hearing the sounds were coming from them. Some were singing something like "rarararara"

"THUNDER!" a few third years shouted, clapping loudly. "THUNDER!"

A motorcycle engine flared on, roaring loudly.

"THUNDER!" the chanting continued.

"I was caught in the middle of the railroad traaaack~" A very familiar and infamous voice began to sing.

"THUNDER!" the reply came back in time, a small chuckle being heard from the top of the dorm.

"I looked 'round, and I knew there was no turning back!"

"THUNDER!"

"My mind raced, and I thought 'What could I do?'"

"THUNDER!"

"And I knew there was no help, no help from you!"

"THUNDER!"

"Sound of the drums! Beatin' in my heart! The thunder of guns! Tore me apart! You've been—

"THUNDERSTRUCK!"

At that last word, the top of the dorm lit up with lightning. Standing in its midst were two figures, one of white hair, one of black hair. The black haired one was dressed in the usual school uniform. The white haired one had decided to don a long cloak that billowed in the wind, his arms crossed as he looked down upon his opponents and ally.

The easiest thing to notice, however, was the motorcycle they were sitting on. It was crimson with gold highlights, with two headlights that were covered by what appeared to be triangular sunglasses.

The engine screamed as he rode down, the bike suddenly sprouting wings and turbines to lower itself down.

As the music died down, the duo got off the bike and walked forward, the white haired one discarding his cloak and leaving it on the motorcycle.

"It appears I've come just in time. But first, before we fight, there's something I want to take care of."

I turn towards Akiro, who almost seizes up. "Akiro, how far should I go, in terms of effort or ability used?"

"W… what?"

"Do you want me to just barely defeat our opponents or have me crush them straight to their deaths, is what I mean."

"Why are you asking me…?"

I give another smile, casting off my cloak and putting it back on the motorcycle, revealing my usual grey sleeveless and black combat pants. "Because you are my Limiter. By your word I kill. By your word I die. By your word I spare. After all, I have chosen you among the many, because my own disciplines work best with yours."

"Then… defeat the enemy Pandoras, but don't kill them. To um, well, since it would be a little unfair, just use your Volt Weapon and those blue swords, but only if you have to."

"Good." I nod, "Very clear instructions, yet with enough flexibility for me to work. Of course, I'd prefer it if you let me use whatever I wanted, but I can sense your pure intentions.

"So then, Bernsetin-san, Kannazuki-san, you would say that your order gives you your strength? That without the order, you would all just be weak?"

"Of course!" Ingrid shouts angrily, readying her weapons, which are a pair of tonfas. "Without order… you will all die!"

"And yet, I see that your so-called order includes people like Kannazuki, who have no regard for things such as not going too far. Need I remind you why I fought her last time? You call yourself a Guardian of Order, yet aggravation and disorder is spread because of this forced respect!

"To think you would dare… inflicting some strict hierarchy… who needs that? We all have our own disciplines. I choose to respect because it is given, and thusly I return it. To you who demands respect when they look down upon all just because of something so trivial such as year, I shall show you your ways will lead to ruin! A stage worthy of you has been set! Come forth to do battle, The Blade of Binding and Severing, Gunnerail!"

Electricity shoots down my left arm as the Railgun goes into blade form. Well, I guess that's the Gunnerail now. A bit cheesy, but it's cool.

To be honest, I wanted to say Fairize, but I think that's pushing it.

"Leave Ingrid to me. But if you need assistance, do not hesitate to call me, Bridget-san."

"Hmph. Whatever."

"So cold. But let us start."

I'm the first to shoot forward. It's only the fact Ingrid was still keeping up a defensive stance that she's even able to block my suicidal leap forward. Well, suicidal if I didn't know what I was doing nor be the best fighter here.

Well, I guess I'm going to need more weapons than one, actually.

I crush my right hand on my left and watch as the magical gauntlet duplicates, spreading across my right hand almost dominos tumbling over, in a fashion similar to the suit from CRYSIS if you ever played that.

"Who needs a blade…" I growl, sliding back as Ingrid begins to push against me. "When you can grasp the future with your own two hands!"

With that, the Gunnerail's blade slides back in, stored away after the proper electric wave is sent through it.

Heh, I always did like boxing more than any other fist fighting style.

I weave, duck, jab, and uppercut my way through her defenses. The only thing that keeps me from absolute victory is her stalwart strength and vicious determination.

"Hiya!" she yells back, attempting to smash my ribs with her immense strength. "W-what?!"

That shocked reaction would be from the fact I just pinned her tonfa between my left knee and elbow by pressing down on it. "You underestimate me!"

Extending my right leg, I kick her in the face, sending her flying backwards. I recover from the air by going into a backflip, landing on my hands before pushing off to get back onto my feet.

"Honestly, did you think that just because I was completely unserious off the battlefield and had a blast while it wasn't fight night that I was the same here?" I ask, keeping my stance ready. "I only do that because that's the time to enjoy life. That's when it's happy times. In a neverending war, you take what you can get."

I clench my left fist, closing my eyes, remembering all who had passed away in the wars of Halkeginia.

"…There are those that get sacrificed. There are those that forsake others when the going gets tough. They are those that come to regret. But that is human nature. No order can ever hope to completely change human nature. The nature of war… yes, people must die. Some willing go to their graves for others, so that those they sacrifice may have a better place to rest, so that they can cut loose and laugh again. In this war against the Novas… you would deny even those that come back that sanctum? You would want the world to seem like a battlefield around you all the time?

"I agree, that in a military, there must be some order. But when it is a simple school such as this, such a strict order isn't always needed. And if you insist on keeping it, I would advise—"

I bring out a blade and with only one hand, keep blocking her frenzied assault. It seems that I've triggered something.

"—I would advise that you at least watch out. After all, if there is an order that first years must respect third years, then give them something to respect. I do not advocate the usage of fear to cause respect, nor the threat of humiliation and whatnot. You are not a dictator. You are a leader, not an all-powerful being."

She leaps back and slides. Bernstein glares at me, before kicking off. Hmph... Tempest Turn? I've heard about it. After images... Do you think I can't see through it? I have Nerve Vision for crying out loud.

"If you cannot see that, I shall break that illusion of yours."

With my right hand, I find the one that isn't an after image and uppercut her. As she flies up, my blade again retracts and I deck her right in the stomach, causing her to cough up something and lose her breath.

She lands right on her back, hacking as she tries to catch her breath. I stalk forward, blade out again. Let us finish this.

Whoosh.

My right hand easily catches the launched knife. Pivoting around on my left leg, I spin and launch it with a magnetic field back at Miyabi. She manages to avoid its fatal path, but it still cuts her cheek.

"…Hmhmhm… it's personal."

"Bright-san, she's going to—"

"Freeze him!" she yells to one of her Limiters.

Tch, it seems that the Limiters have entered the battlefield!

"Akiro!"

The Freezing field meant to keep me in place is negated, thanks to my own Limiter. Unfortunately, Ingrid is back up and certainly not happy.

"What would you know… what would you know?!" Ingrid roars, starting to break down, charging me.

I cross my arms, tanking the overhead swing. I can hear the concrete breaking underneath me.

"…Freeze his Limiter and incapacitate him. Hmhm, he is pretty cute. Oooh, is that you, Velvet Akiro? I'll make you mine this time."

Shit!

"AKIRO, GET BACK!"

I hurl myself where Akiro is, taking the Freezing for him as I push him out of the way. At least three different fields…! This will be difficult to break, even for me! It's going to take time—Aaaaaaagh! Geez, those tonfas hurt!

Satellizer moves in, blocking Ingrid from advancing any further. Thanks…! Even if it would be child's play to break from this, I have to… yes, this is not a battle of just strength.

This is a battle of ideals. I must not use my power to just wipe the floor with everyone and force my will upon them. No, I must limit myself to their level until the proper point… and show them what is wrong with their ideals…!

I endure, with that thought in mind. I endure tonfas probably cracking my limbs. Punches across my face from the Limiters. Punches to the stomach. I try to only block the tonfas.

Eventually, my beaten mess of a body gets shoved along the ground, right up to Akiro's feet.

I stand, healing powers going to work, but it still fucking hurts.

"K-kurt?! Why didn't you…"

I begin my explanation so everyone can hear. "You told me… to defeat the Pandoras, but I chose to defend you first as you are my Limiter. However, you did not say to attack Limiters.

"Like I said, this is my discipline. You are my Limiter. By your word I live. By your word I die. Is that not how this war will go? You are the more vulnerable one, such as civilians will also be. It stands that I choose to sacrifice myself for you. Such is… the nature of powe—"

My head gets stomped down by Ingrid, who twists her heel on the back of my head.

"Silence…!"

"Kurt!"

I roll my eyes up and try nodding.

"I… I can't do it! I can't get it to work…!"

"Akiro… if you can't believe in yourself, believe in the me that believes in you! I am your sword! Draw me and I shall guide you to victory!"

"Believe… in the you that believes… in me…?"

"Guh!" I grunt, being stomped on again by Ingrid, as I feel another Freezing starting to get to work on me.

"Then win! Do whatever it takes to win, as long as you don't kill! Win without killing anyone!" Akiro shouts, clenching both his fists as tears soar through the air, the familiar pattern of a Freezing extending out in a radial circle originating from him. Heh…!

"Your word… is my command. My blood shall bring you victory!" I roar, no longer feeling bound. "If it is victory you desire, then I shall gladly obtain it!"

I know I said that I'd need to hold off on my power… so I'm not just bullying them around, but this is the proper time. I showed them what my discipline is. How I've kept my power blocked. How I didn't just use it to bulldoze and bully anyone who didn't see eye to eye with me. I only accessed my full power when instructed to. Heh, that should be good enough.

I trigger a Detonation Blast, sending everyone flying off as I stand back up, draining everyone around me slightly to accelerate the healing. Blue electricity sparks around me, clouding me in a blue aura.

"I have come in response to your summons. I am the innocent rage. I am the innocent hatred. I am the innocent blade. I am Gig, The King of the Storm! And now, you wield m!. Ad victoriam!"

That's Latin for "To Victory", in case one didn't know.

In one swipe, I trip up every single Limiter near us. They all stumble, hitting the ground.

Now that I don't have to play fair, that makes things easier. My power… I will show you what discipline and war has done to my power.

"Atlantis STRIKE!" I roar, kicking Ingrid in the face again, this time with some magnetic field assistance. She gets launched right into a lamppost, bending it from the sheer force of impact.

Locking eyes with Kannazuki, she knows it's too late.

"Let's finish this."

I close the distance, Satellizer taking a step back, knowing not to piss me off.

"Thank you." I say, using my powers to form almost what looks like a cord of electricity, grabbing Miyabi in the air. I yank her up and then back down to the ground, causing her to grunt as she bounces back up.

I don't waste a single moment, clenching my right fist and clouding it with electricity. "In this world of Light, there is no place for you of the Darkness! Thirst not! Hunger not! Return to the Void!"

The distance between us becomes zero.

"MASTER… SPAAAAAARK!"

That brilliant beam of blue lights up the night. However, I've specifically toned down its power output to not be fatal. I don't need to actually kill her, just intimidate.

Once Kannazuki is out, I carefully lift her and set her down by Bernstein before holding my blades to their throats. "Do you declare defeat and thusly, the end of this battle?"

Bernstein only gives me a glare. She knows there is nothing more that can be done.

"Then I take that as a 'yes'."

Sensing a presence, I hold out my left arm, blocking Satellizer who was advancing on Kannazuki. "Stop, Bridget-san. That is enough for tonight. I understand you want vengeance for what happened the other day, but this cycle can stop, and it will end here. If you choose to continue on by force, I will be forced to suppress you."

"…You could do anything now, you know?" she tempts, the bloodlust evident despite the cool and calm voice. "You defeated them and the leader of order is at your mercy. That is generally how it is with Pandoras, or at least, that is how they have treated us. They keep fighting you until you get tired and give up, then surrender yourselves to them. But here, no one can really complain, as long as you don't break them. No one can really stop you."

Hm, it seems that she's very sore about having lost and being touched before. Well, I guess that means I'll ask Ritsuko for some dossier records later to find the reason she'd suggest such a thing.

I only walk back, Akiro silently handing me back my cloak. I give him a slight bow of thanks before talking again. "Victory without elimination, ruling without humiliation. That is the path to victory. That is true conquest. Before I forget…"

Raising out a hand, I allow a healing pulse to run through all those who took part in the battle.

Bernstein is the first to stand, but not in a combat stance. "Why would you heal someone who—"

"Because that is how it is to have power." I say, twisting around on my heels, my cloak billowing out into the night. "Those who have it will die one of two ways. In the sacrifice of others who do not have power, hoping for their future, or abusing it and thusly being killed by ones with power. Did I not call my blade the one of Binding and Severing? Just as I severed you and caused you wounds, I can heal them just the same with my Volt Weapon.

"But that is enough for tonight. Battle always leaves a bitter taste in the mouths of those who took part in it. If you wish to talk, let us do so another time. Bridget-san, Aoi-san, thank you for holding back Kannzuki-san as I dueled with Bernstein-san. I do not think I can credit you enough for that, but I saw it out of the corner of my eye. Your skill with a sword is to be envied. Perhaps one day we can spar again, without the consequences."

"Hmph."

"Thank you, Bright-san."

"It's just Kurt. Akiro!"

The boy is question stands straight up, rigid at the back. "K-kurt?!"

"Come, let us go."

"But ah… my dorm is here."

I close my eyes, nodding. "Well, we held a rather rushed Baptism the other day. I thought tonight after such a battle we might have let us say, a honorary second one. Now that the time of tension has passed, it is rightfully so that we relax."

"O-of course."

With that, I mount my motorcycle and Akiro clambers on the back, holding my shoulders. I raise a hand to say goodbye to all those present. "That was an enjoyable match, but in terrible taste, considering the circumstances. Let us all face each other another time, in true testimony to the sport of battle and not of ideals."

Ingrid stood, watching as Kurt drove away, his cloak billowing behind him. "…Those with power die in one of two ways, huh…?"

She remembered her friend. Marin Maxwell, who had died in order to defeat a Nova. Who stayed behind so that the civilians may have lived.

Because that is how it is to have power. Those who have it will die one of two ways. In the sacrifice of others who do not have power, hoping for their future…

Had she died, hoping for the future of those innocents?

And had she, fixated on her death, failed to realize for what purpose she had used her power?

"Marin… was I looking down on you?"

"Uwwwwah!" I yawn, falling down on the couch.

"S-so… um… th-the Baptism…"

"Oh. Right. Um… well, hahaha, funny story about that, actually. So you know the whole incident in how I got here? Really, it's just because I chose to be branded a special Pandora so I would stop being hunted like an animal for a test subject. I'm not actually a Pandora in their usual sense here, I'm like… a super prototype that probably shouldn't be here."

"R-really?"

"Yeah, but you're one hell of a special Limiter." I smile, shaking my head. "That's a secret between you and me, okay? Don't tell a soul."

"I won't!"

"Then, let's have our own special type of Baptism. I took the liberty of securing several game consoles and whatnot over the past few days…"

Several minutes later, much unknown to Kurt Bright and Akiro Velvet, a crowd was at their door, listening in.

Many of the older years had sent in their Pandoras to eavesdrop on just how a Baptism between a male Pandora and male Limiter would go.

Hell, even some of the teachers were in on it.

"D-does it fit?"

"Hmm, let me see… oh hey, that looks like it might work. Just put this on first."

"It's pretty s… slippery, Kurt."

"Well, get used to it, I guess. Okay, have you properly put it on?"

"Y-yes!"

"Then, in you go."

"It… it's pretty tight."

"You'll get used to it."

"O-okay…"

Oh, the stories that were going to be told tomorrow morning...

"D-does it fit?" Akiro asks, trying on the Archer costume I had made for him. I did want him to be able to match me in appearance slightly.

I look over him, nodding. "Hmm, let me see… oh hey, that looks like it might work. Just put this on first."

Handing him the small circular pod things that are at the ends of the sleeves, I watch as he puts them on.

"It's pretty s… slippery, Kurt."

"Well, get used to it, I guess. Okay, have you properly put it on?"

"Y-yes!"

"Then, in you go." I say, helping him put on the mantle of Archer's costume.

"It… it's pretty tight."

"You'll get used to it."

"O… okay…"

Aww, he looks so much like a chibi and kid version of Archer. Hahaha, that's nice of him.

"Either way, like I said before we tried on the costume… you are my Limiter now. By your word I live, by your word I die."

"C-could you not say it so scarily like that?"

"…Ah, I see. It's just that I'm used to looking at life like that. If you didn't know, from where I come from, there were a lot of wars. I'm pretty used to death and seeing it. I let my emotions get the better of me and did some things on impulse despite the fact I was supposed to serve someone. But then again, considering I would've been made to serve them, it inspired me to go the route of freedom.

"Now that I am free… well, I thought it might be nice to serve someone willingly. If my language is a little too harsh, my bad. I'm only speaking the truth. On the battlefield, it will be my duty to protect you. You can't take as much punishment as me."

"But still—!"

"Yes, I know. You probably won't want to sacrifice me. That is why again, I say that it is up to you. If you do not say to leave you and sacrifice myself, I shall make every due effort to ensure we live."

"A-ah…!"

"Haha, do you understand now? It is you who decides our fate. I am your sword now. By your word I kill, by your word I spare, by your word I die. Whatever you say, that is what I will do. Consider your words carefully from now on, alright? It'll be an exercise for the both of us."

"R-right!"

"Then, Akiro, let's have ourselves a lasting partnership."

Man, am I setting myself up as the mentor character to be killed… ah well.

Hehehe.

So, I totally did not start making Kurt like Rider from Fate/Zero.

Anyways, had some fun with this one. Making Kurt a mentor figure was hilarious. I figured that based on what has happened so far in Storms Overhead and given some time, this is what his mental stance would be. And yes, Kurt kicks ASS in this chapter, especially when told to go all out.

And yeah, I know that it's a little Mary Sue-ish to give him a Radial Freezing Limiter, but hey, it's an omake series for kicks. Not to be taken seriously or anything.