The night air around Tokyo Station felt wrong.
Not silent—
but waiting.
Leon slowed his steps instinctively, hand hovering near his gun as rubble crunched beneath his boots. The massive station building loomed ahead, lights flickering weakly through shattered glass. Smoke poured from cracked entrances, rolling low across the ground like fog.
Nobita walked a few steps behind him, dagger resting loosely in his grip.
Calm.
Focused.
Not shaking.
Doraemon stayed close, scanning constantly, while Shizuka, Gian, Suneo, and Dekisuki moved carefully behind cover, gadgets primed.
Leon's earpiece crackled.
"Leon—do you copy?"
"Hunnigan," Leon whispered. "We're near Tokyo Station."
Her voice came fast, sharp, urgent.
"Simmons is there. Lower levels, near the central platform. Satellite tracking confirms he's carrying a manual missile control device."
Helena stiffened.
"Manual…?"
"Yes. It's a physical authorization remote. No network. No signal. No hacking. As long as Simmons lives, and caught him alive...we can stop the missile with this device.."
Chris's voice cut in briefly from another channel.
"Leon—don't let him get away. They're can't able to override it."
Leon exhaled slowly.
"…Understood."
Nobita clenched his fist.
"So he really is the switch."
Hunnigan hesitated.
"Leon… be careful. Whatever Simmons injected himself with—it's not on record."
The transmission cut.
Silence returned.
Helena whispered, "Then this ends here."
They entered through a broken side hall.
The interior was vast—pillars cracked, floors littered with debris, abandoned trains sitting dead on the tracks like coffins. Emergency lights bathed everything in a dim red glow.
Dekisuki adjusted his visor.
"Multiple heat signatures. Armed."
Leon raised his fist.
"Hold."
From the first-floor balcony—
Footsteps.
Slow.
Measured.
Then clapping.
A single man stepped into view.
Tall. Calm. Well-dressed despite the chaos.
Derek Simmons.
"Well done," Simmons said smoothly. "You've walked exactly where I wanted."
Helena's voice sharpened instantly.
"Simmons."
He smiled at her.
"Agent Harper. Still chasing ghosts."
Leon stepped forward.
"This ends now."
Simmons looked at Nobita for the first time.
His smile twitched.
"…Interesting. You brought a child."
Nobita met his eyes without fear.
"You're the one who ends worlds."
Simmons chuckled.
"Bold words for someone who doesn't understand power."
He raised the device in his hand—a small, reinforced controller.
Doraemon whispered, horrified.
"He's serious…"
Leon growled.
Simmons tilted his head.
"A necessary sacrifice. Humanity requires evolution. Fear is the fastest teacher."
Helena snapped.
"You're not a savior. You're a murderer."
Simmons sighed theatrically.
"History always misunderstands its architects."
Then—
he stabbed a syringe into his own neck.
Nobita's eyes widened.
"Leon—!"
Simmons staggered back, body twitching violently. Veins bulged beneath his skin, eyes darkening as something inhuman twisted inside him.
He laughed through clenched teeth.
"I won't be here to see the new world… but I will start it."
He raised his voice.
"Dispose of them."
Gunfire exploded the moment Simmons barked the order.
Micro Uzis spit out burning streams of bullets from every direction, shredding pillars, walls, and shattered signboards. Sparks rained like fireworks. Rubble burst into dust.
Leon grabbed Helena's wrist and yanked her behind a steel bench.
"Stay down!"
Bullets tore through where her head had been a second before.
Doraemon pushed Shizuka behind a fallen timetable board, shielding her with his own body.
Gian struggled to stay behind cover as bullets stitched the ground around him.
"They're everywhere!!"
Suneo screamed when three bullets ricocheted right past his face.
Dekisuki shouted from behind a vending machine, "They're reloading in waves—stay low!!"
But in the storm of chaos…
Nobita didn't hide.
He crouched behind a cracked pillar, shoulders relaxed, head slightly lowered…
Listening.
Breathing.
Feeling the rhythm of every bullet.
The distance.
The reload times.
The angles.
Leon noticed him still exposed.
"Nobita! Stay behind cover!"
But Nobita whispered to himself, voice oddly calm:
"…I can do this."
Shizuka's eyes widened.
"Nobita-kun—no!"
Doraemon reached out desperately.
"Don't—!"
Nobita stood up anyway.
Slow.
Deliberate.
He stepped out completely into the open.
Bullets instantly converged on him.
Leon's heart dropped.
"KID, GET DOWN—!!"
But Nobita moved.
Not with fear—
with control.
His dagger flashed.
Not wildly—
with perfect, mathematical arcs.
CLANG—CLANG—CLANG—CLANG
Bullets collided with the blade and bounced away.
Some split in half.
Some spun back into walls.
All missed him.
Even Simmons paused mid-breath, eyes widening.
"What…?"
The gunmen kept firing, emptying magazine after magazine—
but the boy walked toward them step by step, daggers tracing silver circles that shattered every round.
Finally—
CLICK.
Silence.
Their magazines were empty.
Leon's eyes narrowed.
"That wasn't reflex… that was prediction."
Helena whispered:
"…No kid moves like that."
But Nobita didn't attack yet.
Instead, he stopped walking.
Right in the center of the platform.
Head slightly tilted.
Breathing slow.
As if listening to something far away.
A faint digital chime echoed inside Nobita's head.
---
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
New Ability Unlocked — "COMMANDER TOUCH"
Telekinetic Authority: Full control over enemy mass within 5 meters.
Trigger: User's Will + Life-Threat Situation
---
Nobita's fingers twitched as energy gathered around his arm.
The air around him rippled.
Doraemon felt it first.
"W-What is that…?"
Helena whispered, stunned, "The air… it's moving toward him."
Leon squinted.
"Nobita… what are you doing?"
Nobita raised his hand slowly—
Palm outward—
And spoke in a low, deep tone none of them had ever heard:
"…You hurt my friends."
The soldiers froze.
Nobita's eyes sharpened—
"…Now fall."
He clenched his fist.
WHOOOOOM—
Invisible force burst outward like a shockwave.
All ten armed soldiers were suddenly lifted off the floor—
their bodies twisting in the air like ragdolls.
Feet dangling.
Guns spinning out of their hands.
Eyes bulging in shock.
Suneo's jaw dropped.
"H-He's picking them up—without touching them…!!"
Even Gian stumbled back.
Dekisuki whispered, terrified:
"Nobita's… not normal anymore."
Leon stared with a mixture of awe and fear.
"What the hell is that ability…?"
Nobita lowered his arm.
"Commander Touch…"
He slammed his palm downward—
KRASH!!!
All soldiers crashed into the concrete floor at the same time.
Bones shattered.
Helmets cracked.
Weapons broke.
And silence fell instantly.
Dead silence.
Not one soldier moved again.
Simmons staggered backward, shaken for the first time.
"…Impossible… A mere boy…!"
Nobita turned toward him slowly, dagger dripping dust.
"No one touches my friends."
Simmons shook violently.
His mutation was accelerating.
Then—without warning—
He bolted toward the nearby train.
"STOP HIM!" Leon shouted.
Simmons leapt unnaturally high and landed on top of the train.
No hesitation—
Leon jumped after him.
Helena followed.
Nobita sprinted and launched himself—
clearing the gap and landing lightly on the roof beside them.
Behind them—
"NOBITA!!" Shizuka screamed.
"WAIT!!" Doraemon cried, reaching out.
But the train lurched forward—
Doors slammed shut—
And it shot into the underground tunnels with a deafening roar.
Doraemon clenched his teeth.
"We're not letting Simmons get away…"
He pulled a gadget out.
"Everyone—bamboo copters!!"
The kids activated their little rotors.
Gian roared:
"LET'S GOOO!!"
They lifted off the ground, chasing the speeding train.
Inside the dark tunnel—
Simmons' laughter echoed above the moving cars.
Nobita tightened his grip on the dagger—
his new telekinetic aura flickering faintly around him.
This wasn't fear.
Wasn't anger.
It was—
Resolve.
The real fight was just beginning.