Returning back to his time, Shiro saw his time clone standing still. When he saw him, he nodded before disappearing. The power on the 'domain' was passed back to him as a result.
"It's time to settle this."
In a single thought, his domain induced this world's destruction. Be it the will or the phantoms left by the people living on it, they were destroyed. Although, the will in particular was persistent on surviving.
Pulling out his black sword, Shiro ruthlessly slashed it on the fading planet.
Cut-!
With that, an invisible string was cut. The will does not have any connection with his world anymore.
Hum.
It tried to reason out to him, only to be ignored. It threatened this world's safety in the past. Now that it was about to die, it would beg for mercy? Shiro has no intentions of forgiving the one who almost destroyed his world.
"You shouldn't have lived in the first place."
Dozens of magic circles appeared behind his back. Coupled with his destructive powers, everything soon faded to nothingness. All that was left are the black void.
"Fu..."
Shiro felt his chest becoming lighter. His mouth turned into a grin as he accomplished one of his main tasks since his fourth reincarnation. He had finally resolved his regrets that lasted for over thousands of years.
With that, there was only a single thing to do.
*****
The [Will] of a world. It exists within a special zone. In Fate world, they exist directly on the swirl of the root. However, theirs is a special case. Most of the time, [Wills] could be located within the heart of the world. Simply, it is the manifestation of [Paradise], the most ideal place its inhabitants envision.
"A modern-type paradise? I thought they'll think of a place without a sign of civilization."
The "heart" of his world is the perfect replica of the modern era before it was destroyed. Cars are going back and forth while the bustle of "people" made the place livelier. These "people" are the ones who have died and are pending for the resurrection cycle.
As to how they return to the realm of the living, it is after they "die" in this world.
Skimming over the rules in this world, Shiro contained his laughter.
"Damn. Aosta is a shut-in while and Anzeel is a high-school girl? Pfft...."
In the end, he could not prevent himself from laughing. The people surrounding him Looked at him with weird looks, mostly because he is wearing a strange clothing that could only be seen in cosplay conventions. Then, they noticed his unsettling charm.
"How should I do this..." Shiro muttered playfully. "I want to make our reunion quite memorable..."
After entering a cafe's bathroom, he switched clothes. Now, he is wearing his white overcoat from Altair's world. Even without a formal hairstyle, it suited him well as he earned gazes all around him.
Soon, he arrived to an underground parking lot. Stealthily, he brought out his [Motored Cuirassier] and rode it.
"It's quite a long time."
He didn't have the time to use it during the past few months, more so during his last mission. This futuristic big bike made its appearance once more.
As he drove it, it was inevitably filmed by some people. Due to its aesthetic that far surpasses normal sports car, it quickly became a center of attention. When he arrived in front of a school, he stopped it in front of the gate. He earned some attention here and there, but he didn't mind it. He waited for the dismissal time. While he did so, he donned his appearance as the Commandant. Nobody noticed this change thanks to his powers.
Once the bell rang, it didn't take a few minutes before the one he is waiting for arrived. A brown-haired girl wearing glasses passed through the gate. Strangely, some of her hair are white, further accentuated her looks. Some of the students thought that she dyed it for attention, but only she knows that it happened naturally.
Her eyes were drawn by a white-haired man—someone that is a rare sight in Japan. Only the foreigners or a select few dye their hair like that. What surprised her, however, is that he called to her.
"Excuse me. You are Anzeel?"
"Y-yes..?"
For once, someone called her without her 'surname'. For some reason, she finds it 'strange' every time.
"Seems like you are not lacking sleep in this place, huh?"
"W-what are you talking about?!"
Suddenly, he shifted the topic of their conversation.
"Commandant. You must be familiar with this term."
"..!"
Sometimes, she dreamt of a person named "Commandant". Apparently, he was on the same line of desk work as her. He kept not having enough sleep just like her. In a sense, he is her friend. Though, Anzeel knew that it is nothing but a dream.
However—
"That's good."
With a smile, the man turned over to her. He has the exact same stature as the Commandant from her dreams. Even his bearing was the same!
"Long time no see."
*****
"Everything doesn't make any sense."
"It would, eventually."
Right now, Anzeel held Shiro from behind as they navigated through the highway with a motorcycle. Then again, she noticed how he could hear her voice even though they are running at 100 kph. Most people could not do that due to the wind current.
"You are saying that I am your friend? Even though I don't know you?"
"Then why are you willing to come with me, a complete stranger?"
"..."
Deep inside, she knew that she trusted this man—he really is her friend. However, that was just a dream for her. Right now, she felt like she's inside a lucid dream.
"Well, it'll really make sense later. We just need to meet up our other friend." He replied to her with a smile.
In the end, she accepted that explanation. They soon left the highway before arriving at a modern house nearby a mountain. It is a white house filled with glasses, which enables one to completely see the nature that surrounds this house.
Shiro pressed the doorbell of such house.
Beep-!
Beep-!
Beep-!
Hearing this, Shiro smiled.
"This sounds like a military alarm..."
"It is..."
Anzeel wondered who lived in such a house.
"Who is it?" A voice came out from the speaker beside the doorbell.
"A friend."
"...Who..?"
"Sigh... It's Fukushiro."
After a few seconds, the door opened. It revealed a middle-aged man wearing a polo shirt. From his looks, he seems to be heading towards being an old man.
"How did you know that name?"
"Well... This'll explain everything."
Snap-!
With a snap of his fingers, the two froze. Moments later, they returned back to themselves.
"You..."
"You..."
Both of them regained their memories. In utter shock, they only stared at each other while pointing fingers.
Returning back to his time, Shiro saw his time clone standing still. When he saw him, he nodded before disappearing. The power on the 'domain' was passed back to him as a result.
"It's time to settle this."
In a single thought, his domain induced this world's destruction. Be it the will or the phantoms left by the people living on it, they were destroyed. Although, the will in particular was persistent on surviving.
Pulling out his black sword, Shiro ruthlessly slashed it on the fading planet.
Cut-!
With that, an invisible string was cut. The will does not have any connection with his world anymore.
Hum.
It tried to reason out to him, only to be ignored. It threatened this world's safety in the past. Now that it was about to die, it would beg for mercy? Shiro has no intentions of forgiving the one who almost destroyed his world.
"You shouldn't have lived in the first place."
Dozens of magic circles appeared behind his back. Coupled with his destructive powers, everything soon faded to nothingness. All that was left are the black void.
"Fu..."
Shiro felt his chest becoming lighter. His mouth turned into a grin as he accomplished one of his main tasks since his fourth reincarnation. He had finally resolved his regrets that lasted for over thousands of years.
With that, there was only a single thing to do.
*****
The [Will] of a world. It exists within a special zone. In Fate world, they exist directly on the swirl of the root. However, theirs is a special case. Most of the time, [Wills] could be located within the heart of the world. Simply, it is the manifestation of [Paradise], the most ideal place its inhabitants envision.
"A modern-type paradise? I thought they'll think of a place without a sign of civilization."
The "heart" of his world is the perfect replica of the modern era before it was destroyed. Cars are going back and forth while the bustle of "people" made the place livelier. These "people" are the ones who have died and are pending for the resurrection cycle.
As to how they return to the realm of the living, it is after they "die" in this world.
Skimming over the rules in this world, Shiro contained his laughter.
"Damn. Aosta is a shut-in while and Anzeel is a high-school girl? Pfft...."
In the end, he could not prevent himself from laughing. The people surrounding him Looked at him with weird looks, mostly because he is wearing a strange clothing that could only be seen in cosplay conventions. Then, they noticed his unsettling charm.
"How should I do this..." Shiro muttered playfully. "I want to make our reunion quite memorable..."
After entering a cafe's bathroom, he switched clothes. Now, he is wearing his white overcoat from Altair's world. Even without a formal hairstyle, it suited him well as he earned gazes all around him.
Soon, he arrived to an underground parking lot. Stealthily, he brought out his [Motored Cuirassier] and rode it.
"It's quite a long time."
He didn't have the time to use it during the past few months, more so during his last mission. This futuristic big bike made its appearance once more.
As he drove it, it was inevitably filmed by some people. Due to its aesthetic that far surpasses normal sports car, it quickly became a center of attention. When he arrived in front of a school, he stopped it in front of the gate. He earned some attention here and there, but he didn't mind it. He waited for the dismissal time. While he did so, he donned his appearance as the Commandant. Nobody noticed this change thanks to his powers.
Once the bell rang, it didn't take a few minutes before the one he is waiting for arrived. A brown-haired girl wearing glasses passed through the gate. Strangely, some of her hair are white, further accentuated her looks. Some of the students thought that she dyed it for attention, but only she knows that it happened naturally.
Her eyes were drawn by a white-haired man—someone that is a rare sight in Japan. Only the foreigners or a select few dye their hair like that. What surprised her, however, is that he called to her.
"Excuse me. You are Anzeel?"
"Y-yes..?"
For once, someone called her without her 'surname'. For some reason, she finds it 'strange' every time.
"Seems like you are not lacking sleep in this place, huh?"
"W-what are you talking about?!"
Suddenly, he shifted the topic of their conversation.
"Commandant. You must be familiar with this term."
"..!"
Sometimes, she dreamt of a person named "Commandant". Apparently, he was on the same line of desk work as her. He kept not having enough sleep just like her. In a sense, he is her friend. Though, Anzeel knew that it is nothing but a dream.
However—
"That's good."
With a smile, the man turned over to her. He has the exact same stature as the Commandant from her dreams. Even his bearing was the same!
"Long time no see."
*****
"Everything doesn't make any sense."
"It would, eventually."
Right now, Anzeel held Shiro from behind as they navigated through the highway with a motorcycle. Then again, she noticed how he could hear her voice even though they are running at 100 kph. Most people could not do that due to the wind current.
"You are saying that I am your friend? Even though I don't know you?"
"Then why are you willing to come with me, a complete stranger?"
"..."
Deep inside, she knew that she trusted this man—he really is her friend. However, that was just a dream for her. Right now, she felt like she's inside a lucid dream.
"Well, it'll really make sense later. We just need to meet up our other friend." He replied to her with a smile.
In the end, she accepted that explanation. They soon left the highway before arriving at a modern house nearby a mountain. It is a white house filled with glasses, which enables one to completely see the nature that surrounds this house.
Shiro pressed the doorbell of such house.
Beep-!
Beep-!
Beep-!
Hearing this, Shiro smiled.
"This sounds like a military alarm..."
"It is..."
Anzeel wondered who lived in such a house.
"Who is it?" A voice came out from the speaker beside the doorbell.
"A friend."
"...Who..?"
"Sigh... It's Fukushiro."
After a few seconds, the door opened. It revealed a middle-aged man wearing a polo shirt. From his looks, he seems to be heading towards being an old man.
"How did you know that name?"
"Well... This'll explain everything."
Snap-!
With a snap of his fingers, the two froze. Moments later, they returned back to themselves.
"You..."
"You..."
Both of them regained their memories. In utter shock, they only stared at each other while pointing fingers.
