“This old man will be resurrected.”
This identity.
And his sins.
They had both been revealed by the benevolent mirror, but Rosencreutz still gnashed his teeth and roared.
“It will happen, no matter the damage to my reputation and even if this old man must abandon himself to do it!! Can you do that, boy? You cannot even have a dream for your future or a picture of what occupation you will take up. But do you still claim to have a reason to crave resurrection that surpasses this old man’s 400 years of regret and resentment!!?”
The words pushed in.
Like a great invisible wave.
Kamijou Touma was in fact a mere high school boy who hadn’t even decided if he would continue on to college or get a job after graduating. Presented with the 400 years of persistence and righteousness of Christian Rosencreutz after becoming one with a legend, he could easily lose sight of his position and have his soul shattered.
“Are you kidding me?”
But he managed to speak.
He didn’t even need to use his right fist. His words alone shattered a 400-year-old illusion.
He wouldn’t doubt himself anymore.
It was easy to listen to tempting words. At times, joining the dangerous one in skepticism could look more clever than trusting as the benevolent one did. But that was wrong. The truth was straightforward. Always choosing the clever and sly path was not guaranteed to take you to a happy future. Trusting a shady expert could make you a laughing stock, but that did not mean that always doubting anything and everything would make you happy. Forcing yourself to always take a cynical view accomplished nothing.
You had to decide for yourself.
Focus your mind there and you would feel a great power in your heart.
No one was asking you to choose based on what was more solid, more clever, more savvy.
To put it another way, what was wrong with making the flimsy, silly, and foolish choice?
So.
The words seemed to come to Kamijou Touma’s lips of their own accord.
He did not lower his head.
He stared straight ahead and accepted the deadly expert’s gaze head on.
“I want to talk with Index again.”
“I want to return to Academy City and apologize to Misaka and the others I worried so much. As many times as it takes for them to forgive me.”
“I want to see Aogami Pierce, Fukiyose, and the others at school during the third term and discuss our winter breaks. I want to enjoy our time together at school now that we’re second and third years!”
“I want to wipe away Alice Anotherbible’s tears with this hand – this fingertip – right here!! I want to tell her I died because of my own choice and it wasn’t her fault! 400 years of regret and resentment? Sure, I don’t have anything on that grand a scale. But that doesn’t mean it’s any better than my reasons, CRC!!!”
Anna Kingsford said nothing, but she did appear to be smiling.
She may have seen a small, pale light.
All people had the right to live and hope.
All people had the right to work toward bettering themselves.
Kamijou Touma would use all of his rights here. He would throw out the arrogant idea that he should back down or give up in advance due to some kind of hierarchy or ranking. He would return to the living world no matter what. And if Rosencreutz was trying to once more bring ruin to Academy City and the rest of the world, he would do whatever it took to put a stop to it.
CRC.
This wasn’t like before.
He couldn’t rely on everyone else in Academy City.
This time, just the puny boy had to challenge that man and win.
So what?
If it had to be done, then it was up to whoever was here to save the world.
Strongly.
Kamijou Touma clenched his right fist very, very strongly.
“Christian Rosencreutz.”
“Why did that power choose you? Why can you have it without any kind of objective or direction for it?”
But this received an odd reaction.
It came from CRC’s expression.
His face crumpled up, but not in rage or resentment. The faintest hint of envy was displayed there.
“if you believe you can achieve your dream by trampling everyone else underfoot…”
“If this old man only had that…if my hand only possessed that one supernatural power…”
“And if you intend to continue destroying the world once you return there…”
“This old man wouldn’t have had to wander for 400 years! I could have destroyed the illusion of the rose and the cross back theeeeeeeeeeeeeeen!!!”
The boy made his announcement all the same.
He trusted that it still remained in his right hand.
It too must have stuck around because he wasn’t really dead yet.
So he came out and said it.
“Then I’ll destroy that illusion!!!”