Chapter 38
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Chapter 38:
I stepped out onto the roof of one of the tallest buildings in Fuyuki, staring up at the bright moon in the sky. What a beautiful night it was, breathing in the air of my home just made it all the better. I may have been born on that other Earth, but I would forever consider this place my one true home.
[You know, when I was still a whelp, I once tried to fly to the moon.]
A smile crossed my face. "How did that turn out?"
[I got pretty high, until I couldn't breathe anymore and passed out, falling back to the earth. Luckily, I was still durable enough to survive, even if I wasn't all that strong back then.]
Okay the thought was amusing, imaging a small Ddraig trying to fly up into space then crash back down. "Why did you even try to fly up?"
[A human told me a story about a rabbit living on the moon, and I was hungry.]
I paused as laughter escaped from my lips, I could even feel Ddraig laughing along with me. "What were you doing that far east?" I finally calmed myself. The story of the Jade rabbit, or moon rabbit, whatever, there are several stories concerning rabbits on the moon, but they all originated around here.
[I liked to fly around in my youth, visiting everywhere. I only became famous after settling down in the British Isles for a while]
Huh, you learn something new every day. With a smile on my face, I looked down towards the river that split the city in two. It didn't take much effort to open a portal down there, one moment I was high up in the sky and the next I was walking next to the riverbed.
It was surprisingly unpolluted for being a river in the middle of a city. If I had to guess, I think Rin may have had something to do with it. The cities' nature would become worse if the river became disgusting, effecting all other aspects, including the leylines. There were other aspects to consider as well, such as why this city had such a low unemployment and crime rate. Negative emotions festering can also be troubling for those who practice the magical crafts. So many little things that one must take into account when setting up a foundation for generations.
It was a miracle that the corruption of the grail was pretty much contained to only a small part of the city and was content to not spread out. Actually, there were so many little miracles that occurred here, I had to wonder if the old man, did something? My memories in general were blurred when it came to a lot of things around this particular period of time and I don't think this world-line is one I was too familiar with. I don't know if that was intentional or just cosmic chance, but I only could vaguely remember the general outline of things, or some unimportant details.
[Stop.] Ddraig spoke, as he practically stood up inside my soul. [Something strange is around here.]
Curious could it be what we're looking for?
[I don't know, but I can tell its...dangerous like it especially hates me. Can you feel it? Like a prickling feeling on your neck and your hairs standing up on your arms?]
I stopped and sat down cross-legged, letting my eyes shut and trying to filter out all the other sensations in the night.
I felt something, almost like a small thorn in my heart as I reached out towards it. "I see it." I finally spoke. I stood up, facing the direction the feeling was coming from, with a sigh I mentally prepared myself to dive in.
Well, I need some new clothes anyways.
***
I breached the surface of the river, swimming back over to land, tossing a couple objects onto the grass. [Water Breathing] I didn't think that spell would come in handy so soon, quite a unique little piece of magic. Really made you feel uneasy though, breathing in oxygen from the water through your skin.
"What a good haul" I admired the two weapons I managed to dredge up.
[Impressive, so these are Noble Phantasms.]
Yup, though only one of them has a legacy that remained over the years. The other is just a no-name spear.
Don't get me wrong, it is something that could be called a heavenly treasure, but it just falls completely short when compared to the sword that left its mark on human history.
The origin of these, is a bit winded to explain. Gilgamesh, the first hero, in his epic he had collected all the treasures of the world and that was conceptualized after his death into his Noble Phantasm – The Gate of Babylon. Basically, as a Heroic Spirit, his treasury houses every 'prototype' of Noble Phantasms.
The Spear never was handed down, obscured by history. The other weapon, the Sword was different. It was the reason Ddraig could detect it so easily, why we felt uneasy near it.
Ascalon, the sword that would later be wielded by Saint George to slay a dragon. It possessed impressive Anti-Dragon capabilities, meaning that dragons were its natural enemy. The reason we could feel it as it was technically our 'predator'....for now.
[You're going to make this sword yours?] The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñòv€l-B1n.
"Of course, I favor a sword over the spear any day."
And also, those were just its 'passive' abilities. It could be 'activated' by calling out its name. It held the title of 'Blessed Blade by which Force is Slain', it was almost an absolute defense, able to defend from all harm.
What an amazing find, this will serve me well.
"You can always contact Rin, the Mages Association no doubt has ways to get you an identity that the country recognizes." I offered.
"And be forced to owe her a favor?" She looked at me like I was an idiot.
Ah, the price was probably expensive for a service like that.
I just shrugged. "Well, how's your talent with men's clothing?"
"Fair, I guess, why?"
"Well....I was going to start looking for a Tailor here and one who could work with exotic materials I bring back would be convenient. Gods know I need some new suites."
She raised an eyebrow. "I expect payment for something like that."
"Of course, what do you take me for?" Do I seem like a cheapskate?
"Hmm, well this night hasn't been a complete waste then. I'll start thinking up some designs and start working on sketches." We approached the stairs leading up to the temple she made her home/workshop. "Well, here we are, thank you for accompanying me home, your presence wasn't as revolting as I assumed it would have been. And I may even welcome you back if you return."
What a poisonous tongue she has, I'm a bit jealous of her fiancé right about now.
"Mistress you're back." A figure walked down a few stairs to greet us.
"Oh, if it isn't my drunk guard, did you scare away more birds today?" Medea said sarcastically.
"Your words cut deeper than any blade, mistress." He stated.
I knew who this was as well, I didn't expect Medea to exist, but him to be here also? "You guard the entrance?" I eyed the man dressed as a samurai. His presence practically screamed 'deadly' like a blade that would be drawn at any moment.
I felt my blood boil just being in his presence. I wanted to test myself against him.
"Of course, I keep out all who would intrude on my mistress's lair." Okay he was fucking with her, I could tell by his tone and the way Medea looked at him in annoyance.
"And what if I insist on intruding?" I took a step forward.
"Why, I would be forced to physically stop you." His eyes flashed; I could see the desire to fight as it mimicked my own.
Interesting.
"Boys." Medea rolled her eyes. "Whatever, don't destroy my yard." She said casually ascending the stairs.
"It's the temple's yard." The samurai spat back.
"Semantics" She flipped her hand, dismissing him.
We both watched her disappeared up above before turned back to one another.
"So.....want to fight?" I asked.
"Please, I've been dreadfully bored." He materialized a sword in his hand.
"Good." I pulled out Mirage from my ring. "I really wanted to fight you." I couldn't help but smirk as the air around him changed, ready for battle.
Sasaki Kojiro, the 'fake' Assassin servant summoned by Caster Medea during the War.
Maybe this I the person I was looking for?
***
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Chapter 38:
I stepped out onto the roof of one of the tallest buildings in Fuyuki, staring up at the bright moon in the sky. What a beautiful night it was, breathing in the air of my home just made it all the better. I may have been born on that other Earth, but I would forever consider this place my one true home.
[You know, when I was still a whelp, I once tried to fly to the moon.]
A smile crossed my face. "How did that turn out?"
[I got pretty high, until I couldn't breathe anymore and passed out, falling back to the earth. Luckily, I was still durable enough to survive, even if I wasn't all that strong back then.]
Okay the thought was amusing, imaging a small Ddraig trying to fly up into space then crash back down. "Why did you even try to fly up?"
[A human told me a story about a rabbit living on the moon, and I was hungry.]
I paused as laughter escaped from my lips, I could even feel Ddraig laughing along with me. "What were you doing that far east?" I finally calmed myself. The story of the Jade rabbit, or moon rabbit, whatever, there are several stories concerning rabbits on the moon, but they all originated around here.
[I liked to fly around in my youth, visiting everywhere. I only became famous after settling down in the British Isles for a while]
Huh, you learn something new every day. With a smile on my face, I looked down towards the river that split the city in two. It didn't take much effort to open a portal down there, one moment I was high up in the sky and the next I was walking next to the riverbed.
It was surprisingly unpolluted for being a river in the middle of a city. If I had to guess, I think Rin may have had something to do with it. The cities' nature would become worse if the river became disgusting, effecting all other aspects, including the leylines. There were other aspects to consider as well, such as why this city had such a low unemployment and crime rate. Negative emotions festering can also be troubling for those who practice the magical crafts. So many little things that one must take into account when setting up a foundation for generations.
It was a miracle that the corruption of the grail was pretty much contained to only a small part of the city and was content to not spread out. Actually, there were so many little miracles that occurred here, I had to wonder if the old man, did something? My memories in general were blurred when it came to a lot of things around this particular period of time and I don't think this world-line is one I was too familiar with. I don't know if that was intentional or just cosmic chance, but I only could vaguely remember the general outline of things, or some unimportant details.
[Stop.] Ddraig spoke, as he practically stood up inside my soul. [Something strange is around here.]
Curious could it be what we're looking for?
[I don't know, but I can tell its...dangerous like it especially hates me. Can you feel it? Like a prickling feeling on your neck and your hairs standing up on your arms?]
I stopped and sat down cross-legged, letting my eyes shut and trying to filter out all the other sensations in the night.
I felt something, almost like a small thorn in my heart as I reached out towards it. "I see it." I finally spoke. I stood up, facing the direction the feeling was coming from, with a sigh I mentally prepared myself to dive in.
Well, I need some new clothes anyways.
***
I breached the surface of the river, swimming back over to land, tossing a couple objects onto the grass. [Water Breathing] I didn't think that spell would come in handy so soon, quite a unique little piece of magic. Really made you feel uneasy though, breathing in oxygen from the water through your skin.
"What a good haul" I admired the two weapons I managed to dredge up.
[Impressive, so these are Noble Phantasms.]
Yup, though only one of them has a legacy that remained over the years. The other is just a no-name spear.
Don't get me wrong, it is something that could be called a heavenly treasure, but it just falls completely short when compared to the sword that left its mark on human history.
The origin of these, is a bit winded to explain. Gilgamesh, the first hero, in his epic he had collected all the treasures of the world and that was conceptualized after his death into his Noble Phantasm – The Gate of Babylon. Basically, as a Heroic Spirit, his treasury houses every 'prototype' of Noble Phantasms.
The Spear never was handed down, obscured by history. The other weapon, the Sword was different. It was the reason Ddraig could detect it so easily, why we felt uneasy near it.
Ascalon, the sword that would later be wielded by Saint George to slay a dragon. It possessed impressive Anti-Dragon capabilities, meaning that dragons were its natural enemy. The reason we could feel it as it was technically our 'predator'....for now.
[You're going to make this sword yours?] The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñòv€l-B1n.
"Of course, I favor a sword over the spear any day."
And also, those were just its 'passive' abilities. It could be 'activated' by calling out its name. It held the title of 'Blessed Blade by which Force is Slain', it was almost an absolute defense, able to defend from all harm.
What an amazing find, this will serve me well.
"You can always contact Rin, the Mages Association no doubt has ways to get you an identity that the country recognizes." I offered.
"And be forced to owe her a favor?" She looked at me like I was an idiot.
Ah, the price was probably expensive for a service like that.
I just shrugged. "Well, how's your talent with men's clothing?"
"Fair, I guess, why?"
"Well....I was going to start looking for a Tailor here and one who could work with exotic materials I bring back would be convenient. Gods know I need some new suites."
She raised an eyebrow. "I expect payment for something like that."
"Of course, what do you take me for?" Do I seem like a cheapskate?
"Hmm, well this night hasn't been a complete waste then. I'll start thinking up some designs and start working on sketches." We approached the stairs leading up to the temple she made her home/workshop. "Well, here we are, thank you for accompanying me home, your presence wasn't as revolting as I assumed it would have been. And I may even welcome you back if you return."
What a poisonous tongue she has, I'm a bit jealous of her fiancé right about now.
"Mistress you're back." A figure walked down a few stairs to greet us.
"Oh, if it isn't my drunk guard, did you scare away more birds today?" Medea said sarcastically.
"Your words cut deeper than any blade, mistress." He stated.
I knew who this was as well, I didn't expect Medea to exist, but him to be here also? "You guard the entrance?" I eyed the man dressed as a samurai. His presence practically screamed 'deadly' like a blade that would be drawn at any moment.
I felt my blood boil just being in his presence. I wanted to test myself against him.
"Of course, I keep out all who would intrude on my mistress's lair." Okay he was fucking with her, I could tell by his tone and the way Medea looked at him in annoyance.
"And what if I insist on intruding?" I took a step forward.
"Why, I would be forced to physically stop you." His eyes flashed; I could see the desire to fight as it mimicked my own.
Interesting.
"Boys." Medea rolled her eyes. "Whatever, don't destroy my yard." She said casually ascending the stairs.
"It's the temple's yard." The samurai spat back.
"Semantics" She flipped her hand, dismissing him.
We both watched her disappeared up above before turned back to one another.
"So.....want to fight?" I asked.
"Please, I've been dreadfully bored." He materialized a sword in his hand.
"Good." I pulled out Mirage from my ring. "I really wanted to fight you." I couldn't help but smirk as the air around him changed, ready for battle.
Sasaki Kojiro, the 'fake' Assassin servant summoned by Caster Medea during the War.
Maybe this I the person I was looking for?
***
If you want to read 5 chapters ahead, go visit my Pat /Astoryforone
Chapter 38:I stepped out onto the roof of one of the tallest buildings in Fuyuki, staring up at the bright moon in the sky. What a beautiful night it was, breathing in the air of my home just made it all the better. I may have been born on that other Earth, but I would forever consider this place my one true home. You know, when I was still a whelp, I once tried to fly to the moon. A smile crossed my face. "How did that turn out?" I got pretty high, until I couldn't breathe anymore and passed out, falling back to the earth. Luckily, I was still durable enough to survive, even if I wasn't all that strong back then. Okay the thought was amusing, imaging a small Ddraig trying to fly up into space then crash back down. "Why did you even try to fly up?" A human told me a story about a rabbit living on the moon, and I was hungry. I paused as laughter escaped from my lips, I could even feel Ddraig laughing along with me. "What were you doing that far east?" I finally calmed myself. The story of the Jade rabbit, or moon rabbit, whatever, there are several stories concerning rabbits on the moon, but they all originated around here. I liked to fly around in my youth, visiting everywhere. I only became famous after settling down in the British Isles for a while Huh, you learn something new every day. With a smile on my face, I looked down towards the river that split the city in two. It didn't take much effort to open a portal down there, one moment I was high up in the sky and the next I was walking next to the riverbed. It was surprisingly unpolluted for being a river in the middle of a city. If I had to guess, I think Rin may have had something to do with it. The cities' nature would become worse if the river became disgusting, effecting all other aspects, including the leylines. There were other aspects to consider as well, such as why this city had such a low unemployment and crime rate. Negative emotions festering can also be troubling for those who practice the magical crafts. So many little things that one must take into account when setting up a foundation for generations. It was a miracle that the corruption of the grail was pretty much contained to only a small part of the city and was content to not spread out. Actually, there were so many little miracles that occurred here, I had to wonder if the old man, did something? My memories in general were blurred when it came to a lot of things around this particular period of time and I don't think this world-line is one I was too familiar with. I don't know if that was intentional or just cosmic chance, but I only could vaguely remember the general outline of things, or some unimportant details. Stop. Ddraig spoke, as he practically stood up inside my soul. Something strange is around here. Curious could it be what we're looking for? I don't know, but I can tell its...dangerous like it especially hates me. Can you feel it? Like a prickling feeling on your neck and your hairs standing up on your arms? I stopped and sat down cross-legged, letting my eyes shut and trying to filter out all the other sensations in the night. I felt something, almost like a small thorn in my heart as I reached out towards it. "I see it." I finally spoke. I stood up, facing the direction the feeling was coming from, with a sigh I mentally prepared myself to dive in. Well, I need some new clothes anyways. *** I breached the surface of the river, swimming back over to land, tossing a couple objects onto the grass. Water Breathing I didn't think that spell would come in handy so soon, quite a unique little piece of magic. Really made you feel uneasy though, breathing in oxygen from the water through your skin. "What a good haul" I admired the two weapons I managed to dredge up. Impressive, so these are Noble Phantasms. Yup, though only one of them has a legacy that remained over the years. The other is just a no-name spear. Don't get me wrong, it is something that could be called a heavenly treasure, but it just falls completely short when compared to the sword that left its mark on human history. The origin of these, is a bit winded to explain. Gilgamesh, the first hero, in his epic he had collected all the treasures of the world and that was conceptualized after his death into his Noble Phantasm The Gate of Babylon. Basically, as a Heroic Spirit, his treasury houses every 'prototype' of Noble Phantasms. The Spear never was handed down, obscured by history. The other weapon, the Sword was different. It was the reason Ddraig could detect it so easily, why we felt uneasy near it. Ascalon, the sword that would later be wielded by Saint George to slay a dragon. It possessed impressive Anti-Dragon capabilities, meaning that dragons were its natural enemy. The reason we could feel it as it was technically our 'predator'....for now. You're going to make this sword yours? The debut release of this chapter happened at Novl-B1n."Of course, I favor a sword over the spear any day." And also, those were just its 'passive' abilities. It could be 'activated' by calling out its name. It held the title of 'Blessed Blade by which Force is Slain', it was almost an absolute defense, able to defend from all harm. What an amazing find, this will serve me well. "You can always contact Rin, the Mages Association no doubt has ways to get you an identity that the country recognizes." I offered. "And be forced to owe her a favor?" She looked at me like I was an idiot. Ah, the price was probably expensive for a service like that. I just shrugged. "Well, how's your talent with men's clothing?" "Fair, I guess, why?" "Well....I was going to start looking for a Tailor here and one who could work with exotic materials I bring back would be convenient. Gods know I need some new suites." She raised an eyebrow. "I expect payment for something like that." "Of course, what do you take me for?" Do I seem like a cheapskate? "Hmm, well this night hasn't been a complete waste then. I'll start thinking up some designs and start working on sketches." We approached the stairs leading up to the temple she made her home/workshop. "Well, here we are, thank you for accompanying me home, your presence wasn't as revolting as I assumed it would have been. And I may even welcome you back if you return." What a poisonous tongue she has, I'm a bit jealous of her fiance right about now. "Mistress you're back." A figure walked down a few stairs to greet us. "Oh, if it isn't my drunk guard, did you scare away more birds today?" Medea said sarcastically. "Your words cut deeper than any blade, mistress." He stated. I knew who this was as well, I didn't expect Medea to exist, but him to be here also? "You guard the entrance?" I eyed the man dressed as a samurai. His presence practically screamed 'deadly' like a blade that would be drawn at any moment. I felt my blood boil just being in his presence. I wanted to test myself against him. "Of course, I keep out all who would intrude on my mistress's lair." Okay he was fucking with her, I could tell by his tone and the way Medea looked at him in annoyance. "And what if I insist on intruding?" I took a step forward. "Why, I would be forced to physically stop you." His eyes flashed; I could see the desire to fight as it mimicked my own. Interesting. "Boys." Medea rolled her eyes. "Whatever, don't destroy my yard." She said casually ascending the stairs. "It's the temple's yard." The samurai spat back. "Semantics" She flipped her hand, dismissing him. We both watched her disappeared up above before turned back to one another. "So.....want to fight?" I asked. "Please, I've been dreadfully bored." He materialized a sword in his hand. "Good." I pulled out Mirage from my ring. "I really wanted to fight you." I couldn't help but smirk as the air around him changed, ready for battle. Sasaki Kojiro, the 'fake' Assassin servant summoned by Caster Medea during the War. Maybe this I the person I was looking for? *** If you want to read 5 chapters ahead, go visit my Pat /Astoryforone
