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April 10th, 10:15 am
Los Angeles District Court, Outside

---Musice: Great Revival ~ Miles Edgeworth ---

"Prosecutor Edgeworth, a moment of your time?" a reporter calls, one of many trying to get my attention in similar fashion. I can barely make out one voice over another.
As I descend the staircase in front of the courthouse building, news outlets of all shapes and sizes want a chance to interview me. I'm not one for such novelties, but on occasion I do indulge the media briefly.
I approach the nearest reporter, and suddenly dozens of arms holding microphones jolt outwards and towards my head, almost giving me the impression I'm being threatened. "Yes, yes. What may I help you with?" I ask.
"Mr. Edgeworth, is it true that you have toppled a foreign ambassador who had been running a smuggling ring?" the first reporter asks.
"Well, more or less," I answer. "I believe he was proven guilty in court a few weeks ago, yes."
"Amazing!" is the anxiously excited response, "You mean to say that, even as the leading prosecutor on the case of a potential international scandal, you barely even remember it?!"
"I, er, well... I've had other matters on my mind," I reply truthfully.
"Are you speaking about how you collaborated with fellow prosecutor Sebastian Debeste in arresting and convicting the corrupt leader of the Prosecutorial Investigations Committee?"
"Well, yes, that is one thing-" I begin, but I'm sharply cut off.
"That's not all!" another reporter butts in, "Just a few days ago, you solved a decades-old assassination plot that resulted in the death of a foreign president; is that what you are referring too?"
"Of course, of course," another reporter interjects before I have time to say anything, "As we see now, Prosecutor Edgeworth is just leaving from his latest trial, having successfully proven the guilt of the murderer of the assassin who killed the president so many years ago. What a convoluted and tangled series of events!"
While the media usually irks me with such unrepentant questioning, I feel the slightest amusement at the sight of so many reporters struggling to climb over one another. They seem to be getting themselves more tangled physically than the metaphorically tangled events they just described. With a smirk, I'm able to answer finally. "That's correct."
"Mr. Edgeworth, sir!" a younger interviewer calls to me, "During the trial which just concluded, you requested a much lighter sentence for the defendant. What reason did you have for standing up for the sake of a murderer in such an internationally important event?"
"That's actually a fair question, and one I haven't even truly asked myself yet," I admit, "I suppose it's because I can empathize with the young man. A lot of his circumstance would have never happened had the law been in the hands of more capable people and less corrupt individuals. In a lot of ways, I consider him to be a victim as well."
"That's amazing!" a different reporter says, turning to face her respective cameraman, "You heard it hear first, folks: Prosecutor Edgeworth is not only capable enough to accomplish all of this and more in less than the span of a month, but he also has a surprisingly big heart!"
I can't help but smile in disbelief at the prospect of that statement. "Let's not get carried away, now," I dismiss with a wave of my hand.
"Either way, there's no denying how much Miles Edgeworth has accomplished in such a short span of time! It's clear that you take your job as a prosecutor very seriously, is that true, Mr. Edgeworth?"
"On that point you are correct, yes," I agree.
"That makes it so strange how you willingly resigned just a few days ago! In fact, this was only your second trial since having been reinstated and given your badge back! What made someone who cares so much about their work step down?"
"That's quite a long story," I explain, "But, as mentioned before, there had and perhaps still has been rampant corruption within the legal system, and the shackles of my post were preventing me from helping someone important to me."
The chatter and questioning intensifies, and I feel blinded by camera flashing. "Amazing! Here is a man who would abandon everything to help another in need! It's incredible how just one man alone is capable of so much!"
"Now that certainly is untrue," I deny with particular poignancy, "I would have accomplished none of this without the help of my companions. I'm simply one part of a team."
"Who else do you consider allies on your team? Do you perhaps refer to detective Dick Gumshoe, the officer who has been by your side for most of your career? What about Miss Kay Faraday, the young lady who was reported as assisting you with your investigations via crime scene reproduction?"
I close my eyes and smile. "Of all my friends, those two are certainly among the most dear. But in truth, many others have aided me, and there is much I owe to each of them."
In a bizarre, unexpected unison, many of the reporters decide now is the time to wrap up the interviews. "This has been one incredible reveal after another, viewers! Stay tuned as we head to the detention center to dive into the mind of the one responsible for the murder of..."
This works to my favor, as I was growing weary of the prodding. I continue my descent down the stairs and near my car parked against the sidewalk in front of the building.

---(Music End)---

A familiar voice emits a carefree laugh. "I think I gave a fair chance in court there, don't you?" he chuckles.

---Music: Raymond Shields ~ Joking Motive ---

  It seems Mr. Raymond Shields has come to speak with me. He is the man who studied to be a defense attorney under my deceased father, Gregory Edgeworth. He has since grown into an experienced and respectable lawyer, and his actions were crucial in solving a lot of the unsightly messes we were roped into recently.
I nod my head. "You gave them the defense they deserved. I've a lot of respect for you who pursues the truth, even if it means a guilty verdict for your client."
"You know, Miles, I'm really glad to see how you've turned out. I'm not even joking when I say I was terrified of what Von Karma could have turned you into. He was such a disgusting person... doing anything in his power to win acclaim and see others fall."
He speaks of my previous mentor, the man who took me in when my father died. Manfred Von Karma... the man who taught me what I thought was how to be a prosecutor. The man who would do anything and everything if it meant winning, regardless of right or wrong, of truth or lie.
  But, with the help of a certain man, I realized the error of my ways. That man saved me from myself, and defeated Von Karma in court, exposing him for the criminal he was. Come to think of it, it has been over two years since that depressing Christmas. And it has been a while since I last saw Wright. I wonder what he's doing now?
Getting my thoughts back to the conversation at hand, I smile at Mr. Shields. "I've found my own path in life, and I've learned better than to follow in the footsteps of one who only cared about himself. And I've discovered a lot lately, about myself. Perhaps things that will leave you assured that you can trust in me towards the future."
"What might those things be?" he asks, still in a jovial mood.
"I've discovered that all of the upbringing and conditioning in the world couldn't change the fact that the most important things to me are not only uncovering the truth, but... my friends, if I'm honest."

---Music: Bonds ~ A Heart That Believes ---

He breaks into a fit of hissing laughter through his toothy smile. "The way you just said that made it sound like that last part was some secret confession."
I can essentially feel myself blushing a bit. "Perhaps it was. I haven't exactly been open in this regard, at least not directly to them."
"Gumshoe and Kay, eh? You three make a phenomenal team, there's no denying that."
"Give yourself some credit, too, Mr. Shields," I add.
He takes his hat off to scratch his head as his smiling persists. "Haha. Thanks for that. I'm overjoyed you consider me a part of your squad. But, we're both on different paths now. A defense attorney and a prosecutor... we both are fundamentally different now."
"Well, you wouldn't be the first defense attorney I've trusted in... and considered just as important a friend."
Even with as much smiling and laughing as Mr. Shields does normally, the warmth he feels from that is still noticeable as a much more mellow happiness. "Glad to hear it. Be sure and stay in touch, ok?"

---Music: Solution! ~ Calm Moment ---

As I shake hands with the man who worked so closely with my father, I feel a myriad of emotions well up. As if everything in my life has lead up to this point, and I'm now ready to charge straight forward into the future.
  Suddenly, I hear my faithful detective calling me from a distance. "Mr. Edgeworth, sir! We need to get going, remember?" he calls. I see he and Kay both standing next to my car waiting for me.
"Very true. I'll be there momentarily," I reply back.
Mr. Shields smiles. "Be sure and take good care of 'em, alright? Those knuckleheads have grown on me," he chuckles.
We smile and part ways, and I rendezvous with my other two companions. The three of us get into my car, and we're off.
"So, back to the office, right?" Kay reasons.
"That's correct. I have quite a bit of paperwork to do," I reply.
"Rats," detective Gumshoe laments, "Paperwork is a real pain. I hope you can get it over with real quick."
"I'm still so surprised that we're going easy on him!" Kay mentions, surprised. "Delivering swift justice, but ensuring that the villain gets fair treatment and a chance to reform... I thought I was the noble hero of the night, but you're acting pretty heroic yourself!"
"Hey, you said it yourself, pal," Gumshoe responds, "The Yata-somethin' isn't just one person, it's three, right?"
"Very true!" Kay agrees, with her exceptionally cheery grin, "The three of us together form the legendary thief of truth, Yatagarasu! We're going to unravel all of the world's mysteries, and do it with style!"
She extends her hand out with her palm facing downward. Before I turn the key and start the car, I and the detective join her and place all three of our hands on top of each other in familial camaraderie.
"The spunky thief, the goofy detective with a big heart, and the super skilled prosecutor who is way too serious all the time!" she laughs, "Together forever!"
"You've got that right, pal!" Gumshoe cheers.
"I agree with the sentiment but contest your wording of it," I smile.

---(Music End)---

"So, what's next on the agenda?" Kay questions.
"Well, again, paperwork," I remind, "But I'm sure detective Gumshoe is keeping his eyes and ears open for any new developments. Knowing this city, it won't be long until we have another case on our hands."
"I can't help but feel excited!" Kay speaks, exuding eager happiness, "I just worked out a system update for Little Thief! It should be even better at recreating crime scenes now!"
She speaks of the device she inherited from her father, a marvelous little contraption which uses holograms as well as entered parameters to virtually reconstruct a crime scene as it was based on what we know. It's quite the handy tool, I must say.
I can already see her take it out to show it off to detective Gumshoe. "Oooooo..." he hums in awe. Little Thief does indeed look more shiny and new.
But, for some reason, Kay's face turns quite puzzled. "That's weird. I don't remember installing this..."
"What is it, pal?" Gumshoe questions.

---Music: Suspicious Person (Persona 5) ---

"This just showed up on the app page where I keep the other important files. It looks like some red and black eye symbol."
"Hmm... weird..." Gumshoe comments, "Is it one of those 'glitches' or 'bugs?'"
"It... might actually be!" Kay agrees, "I certainly didn't install it on here!"
"What happens when you click on it?" I ask.
The digital voice of a woman speaks from her device. "Conditions not met," is all it says. She taps the screen again, and the response is the same.
"All it does when I select it is go into the home screen of the app. Hmm... it says it's called the 'Meta-Nav,' huh..."

Though I didn't recognize it at the time, that little application was going to be the source of a lot of headache for all of us in the near future.

To be continued in the main story...

  ---(Music End)---

  ---Music: Jingle ~ Neverending Trouble ---

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April 10th, 10:15 am
Los Angeles District Court, Outside

---Musice: Great Revival ~ Miles Edgeworth ---

"Prosecutor Edgeworth, a moment of your time?" a reporter calls, one of many trying to get my attention in similar fashion. I can barely make out one voice over another.
As I descend the staircase in front of the courthouse building, news outlets of all shapes and sizes want a chance to interview me. I'm not one for such novelties, but on occasion I do indulge the media briefly.
I approach the nearest reporter, and suddenly dozens of arms holding microphones jolt outwards and towards my head, almost giving me the impression I'm being threatened. "Yes, yes. What may I help you with?" I ask.
"Mr. Edgeworth, is it true that you have toppled a foreign ambassador who had been running a smuggling ring?" the first reporter asks.
"Well, more or less," I answer. "I believe he was proven guilty in court a few weeks ago, yes."
"Amazing!" is the anxiously excited response, "You mean to say that, even as the leading prosecutor on the case of a potential international scandal, you barely even remember it?!"
"I, er, well... I've had other matters on my mind," I reply truthfully.
"Are you speaking about how you collaborated with fellow prosecutor Sebastian Debeste in arresting and convicting the corrupt leader of the Prosecutorial Investigations Committee?"
"Well, yes, that is one thing-" I begin, but I'm sharply cut off.
"That's not all!" another reporter butts in, "Just a few days ago, you solved a decades-old assassination plot that resulted in the death of a foreign president; is that what you are referring too?"
"Of course, of course," another reporter interjects before I have time to say anything, "As we see now, Prosecutor Edgeworth is just leaving from his latest trial, having successfully proven the guilt of the murderer of the assassin who killed the president so many years ago. What a convoluted and tangled series of events!"
While the media usually irks me with such unrepentant questioning, I feel the slightest amusement at the sight of so many reporters struggling to climb over one another. They seem to be getting themselves more tangled physically than the metaphorically tangled events they just described. With a smirk, I'm able to answer finally. "That's correct."
"Mr. Edgeworth, sir!" a younger interviewer calls to me, "During the trial which just concluded, you requested a much lighter sentence for the defendant. What reason did you have for standing up for the sake of a murderer in such an internationally important event?"
"That's actually a fair question, and one I haven't even truly asked myself yet," I admit, "I suppose it's because I can empathize with the young man. A lot of his circumstance would have never happened had the law been in the hands of more capable people and less corrupt individuals. In a lot of ways, I consider him to be a victim as well."
"That's amazing!" a different reporter says, turning to face her respective cameraman, "You heard it hear first, folks: Prosecutor Edgeworth is not only capable enough to accomplish all of this and more in less than the span of a month, but he also has a surprisingly big heart!"
I can't help but smile in disbelief at the prospect of that statement. "Let's not get carried away, now," I dismiss with a wave of my hand.
"Either way, there's no denying how much Miles Edgeworth has accomplished in such a short span of time! It's clear that you take your job as a prosecutor very seriously, is that true, Mr. Edgeworth?"
"On that point you are correct, yes," I agree.
"That makes it so strange how you willingly resigned just a few days ago! In fact, this was only your second trial since having been reinstated and given your badge back! What made someone who cares so much about their work step down?"
"That's quite a long story," I explain, "But, as mentioned before, there had and perhaps still has been rampant corruption within the legal system, and the shackles of my post were preventing me from helping someone important to me."
The chatter and questioning intensifies, and I feel blinded by camera flashing. "Amazing! Here is a man who would abandon everything to help another in need! It's incredible how just one man alone is capable of so much!"
"Now that certainly is untrue," I deny with particular poignancy, "I would have accomplished none of this without the help of my companions. I'm simply one part of a team."
"Who else do you consider allies on your team? Do you perhaps refer to detective Dick Gumshoe, the officer who has been by your side for most of your career? What about Miss Kay Faraday, the young lady who was reported as assisting you with your investigations via crime scene reproduction?"
I close my eyes and smile. "Of all my friends, those two are certainly among the most dear. But in truth, many others have aided me, and there is much I owe to each of them."
In a bizarre, unexpected unison, many of the reporters decide now is the time to wrap up the interviews. "This has been one incredible reveal after another, viewers! Stay tuned as we head to the detention center to dive into the mind of the one responsible for the murder of..."
This works to my favor, as I was growing weary of the prodding. I continue my descent down the stairs and near my car parked against the sidewalk in front of the building.

---(Music End)---

A familiar voice emits a carefree laugh. "I think I gave a fair chance in court there, don't you?" he chuckles.

---Music: Raymond Shields ~ Joking Motive ---

  It seems Mr. Raymond Shields has come to speak with me. He is the man who studied to be a defense attorney under my deceased father, Gregory Edgeworth. He has since grown into an experienced and respectable lawyer, and his actions were crucial in solving a lot of the unsightly messes we were roped into recently.
I nod my head. "You gave them the defense they deserved. I've a lot of respect for you who pursues the truth, even if it means a guilty verdict for your client."
"You know, Miles, I'm really glad to see how you've turned out. I'm not even joking when I say I was terrified of what Von Karma could have turned you into. He was such a disgusting person... doing anything in his power to win acclaim and see others fall."
He speaks of my previous mentor, the man who took me in when my father died. Manfred Von Karma... the man who taught me what I thought was how to be a prosecutor. The man who would do anything and everything if it meant winning, regardless of right or wrong, of truth or lie.
  But, with the help of a certain man, I realized the error of my ways. That man saved me from myself, and defeated Von Karma in court, exposing him for the criminal he was. Come to think of it, it has been over two years since that depressing Christmas. And it has been a while since I last saw Wright. I wonder what he's doing now?
Getting my thoughts back to the conversation at hand, I smile at Mr. Shields. "I've found my own path in life, and I've learned better than to follow in the footsteps of one who only cared about himself. And I've discovered a lot lately, about myself. Perhaps things that will leave you assured that you can trust in me towards the future."
"What might those things be?" he asks, still in a jovial mood.
"I've discovered that all of the upbringing and conditioning in the world couldn't change the fact that the most important things to me are not only uncovering the truth, but... my friends, if I'm honest."

---Music: Bonds ~ A Heart That Believes ---

He breaks into a fit of hissing laughter through his toothy smile. "The way you just said that made it sound like that last part was some secret confession."
I can essentially feel myself blushing a bit. "Perhaps it was. I haven't exactly been open in this regard, at least not directly to them."
"Gumshoe and Kay, eh? You three make a phenomenal team, there's no denying that."
"Give yourself some credit, too, Mr. Shields," I add.
He takes his hat off to scratch his head as his smiling persists. "Haha. Thanks for that. I'm overjoyed you consider me a part of your squad. But, we're both on different paths now. A defense attorney and a prosecutor... we both are fundamentally different now."
"Well, you wouldn't be the first defense attorney I've trusted in... and considered just as important a friend."
Even with as much smiling and laughing as Mr. Shields does normally, the warmth he feels from that is still noticeable as a much more mellow happiness. "Glad to hear it. Be sure and stay in touch, ok?"

---Music: Solution! ~ Calm Moment ---

As I shake hands with the man who worked so closely with my father, I feel a myriad of emotions well up. As if everything in my life has lead up to this point, and I'm now ready to charge straight forward into the future.
  Suddenly, I hear my faithful detective calling me from a distance. "Mr. Edgeworth, sir! We need to get going, remember?" he calls. I see he and Kay both standing next to my car waiting for me.
"Very true. I'll be there momentarily," I reply back.
Mr. Shields smiles. "Be sure and take good care of 'em, alright? Those knuckleheads have grown on me," he chuckles.
We smile and part ways, and I rendezvous with my other two companions. The three of us get into my car, and we're off.
"So, back to the office, right?" Kay reasons.
"That's correct. I have quite a bit of paperwork to do," I reply.
"Rats," detective Gumshoe laments, "Paperwork is a real pain. I hope you can get it over with real quick."
"I'm still so surprised that we're going easy on him!" Kay mentions, surprised. "Delivering swift justice, but ensuring that the villain gets fair treatment and a chance to reform... I thought I was the noble hero of the night, but you're acting pretty heroic yourself!"
"Hey, you said it yourself, pal," Gumshoe responds, "The Yata-somethin' isn't just one person, it's three, right?"
"Very true!" Kay agrees, with her exceptionally cheery grin, "The three of us together form the legendary thief of truth, Yatagarasu! We're going to unravel all of the world's mysteries, and do it with style!"
She extends her hand out with her palm facing downward. Before I turn the key and start the car, I and the detective join her and place all three of our hands on top of each other in familial camaraderie.
"The spunky thief, the goofy detective with a big heart, and the super skilled prosecutor who is way too serious all the time!" she laughs, "Together forever!"
"You've got that right, pal!" Gumshoe cheers.
"I agree with the sentiment but contest your wording of it," I smile.

---(Music End)---

"So, what's next on the agenda?" Kay questions.
"Well, again, paperwork," I remind, "But I'm sure detective Gumshoe is keeping his eyes and ears open for any new developments. Knowing this city, it won't be long until we have another case on our hands."
"I can't help but feel excited!" Kay speaks, exuding eager happiness, "I just worked out a system update for Little Thief! It should be even better at recreating crime scenes now!"
She speaks of the device she inherited from her father, a marvelous little contraption which uses holograms as well as entered parameters to virtually reconstruct a crime scene as it was based on what we know. It's quite the handy tool, I must say.
I can already see her take it out to show it off to detective Gumshoe. "Oooooo..." he hums in awe. Little Thief does indeed look more shiny and new.
But, for some reason, Kay's face turns quite puzzled. "That's weird. I don't remember installing this..."
"What is it, pal?" Gumshoe questions.

---Music: Suspicious Person (Persona 5) ---

"This just showed up on the app page where I keep the other important files. It looks like some red and black eye symbol."
"Hmm... weird..." Gumshoe comments, "Is it one of those 'glitches' or 'bugs?'"
"It... might actually be!" Kay agrees, "I certainly didn't install it on here!"
"What happens when you click on it?" I ask.
The digital voice of a woman speaks from her device. "Conditions not met," is all it says. She taps the screen again, and the response is the same.
"All it does when I select it is go into the home screen of the app. Hmm... it says it's called the 'Meta-Nav,' huh..."

Though I didn't recognize it at the time, that little application was going to be the source of a lot of headache for all of us in the near future.

To be continued in the main story...

  ---(Music End)---

  ---Music: Jingle ~ Neverending Trouble ---

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