I'm a type moon fan and I like their stories....so I'll try something new and start a novel on my own... The name is Fate/emblem.
The compilation of my work (this fiction story) is on page 2 so if you don't want to take your time scrolling down.... go directly on it.
Oh, Please remember:
- I'm just a fan. Also, an amateur when it comes to this things.
- I want to write a novel.
- I want to improve my English vocabulary.
- I'm not a Japanese but I can barely (just barely) understand it's language.
- This novel is just a fiction. A whole new series of my version. A story existing only on my head and the characters are purely imaginary. Some of them didn't really exist on the original Fate series but I created them for convenience.
- I dedicate this to Type Moon coz they give me an inspiration.
Prologue:
Spoiler
<March 28, 1875 03:02:00>
It felt cold... It's not the tip of the gun that touches my temple right now but the stare coming from those eyes. I felt several chills running through my spine as I realize that those eyes are not from a human, but from a heartless monster that can kill anyone. That presence was definitely not coming from a "Heroic Spirit" but from a vengeful one. He's a whole different entity compared to my grandfather, Tohsaka Nagato. His cold stare makes me feel that he’ll pull the trigger any second if I avert my gaze from him.
I'm scared.
My mind's going blank.
My hand is soaked with sweat.
My knees are trembling like it’s going to break off in an instant.
If looking at his eyes can drain my energy to this degree then I may not survive the upcoming war.
After a minute, he suddenly closes his eyes. It was just a minute but it feels that I've been looking at his eye for hours. Opening his eyes, he removes the gun from my forehead. He put his gun in its hilt and then he sighed. After that, he resumes his gaze to me and asks:
"You...are you my master?"
“I…”
In order to win, I need a servant…but…
“……”
I’m full of doubts right now. I’m so confused that I can’t even reply to a simple question that he asked.
“I will ask again... Are you my master?”
“…Y―Yes..I…I’m Tohsaka Yuu…*bows head*…”
“…Servant Archer. I, hereby, answer to your summon.”
********
<February 11, 1874 05:21:34>
A year ago, I was awakened by an excruciating pain in my right hand. I was sleeping peacefully that time that when it started hurting. I even remembered that I’m still hugging my usual teddy bear comfortably that day. I didn’t even recognize that several weird lines began to appear on the back of it. Its appearance was accompanied with a jolting pain...So painful as if as the word painful can’t even define it properly.
That’s how painful it was.
“――――――“
The extreme pain only lasted a few seconds but that short span of time felt like forever. It feels like a joke that I experienced that kind of pain as if I’m experienced hell itself.
“―――“
I looked at the weird lines... It seems like a sign or something like that. I do not know it myself but I hope that the pain was not accompanied by any curse or something dreadful.
"Argh...It―it hur―rts. Damn."
It's still hurting but I can tolerate it to some degree now so I decided to got up of my bed and head to the sitting room downstairs.
I walked idly at the largest spiral stairs of the house in order to go to the room downstairs.
I sit on the sofa wondering about what happened earlier on my room.
"I think that the servants are still asleep because of the funeral yesterday..."
Well, of course they would still be asleep. The funeral of my mother happened yesterday so they worked so hard to clean and organize the mansion after the ceremony.
"Mom..."
While contemplating on what happened on my mother, a familiar figure suddenly appeared to my left side without my knowing.
"Ummm, Yuu-sama...are you feeling well?"
"Ehhh--!?! Ahh... It’s just you, Eva-chan. Y―Yeah...I'm feeling alright. "
"But...why are you g-gripping your hand like that? Are you sure that it is alright?"
"Yeah...I'm fine, really. So don't worry about it. My hand is just a little cold."
"I-Is that so...Thank God that you're not hurt."
I'm not surprised that she is worried since she is a well-mannered girl. She's one of this household's servants, Evangeline. Well, she is a foreigner, but because of some reasons, she is staying at our house and works as a servant to pay for the gratitude my grandfather had given her.
"Well t―then, I'll go to the kitchen and cook for your breakfast. Ummm...Yuu-sama, what would you like to eat?"
"Anything's fine. As long as you cooked and prepared it, I wouldn't mind it even if it was just a simple porridge."
"E―Ehh?"
“Also, haven’t I already told you that you should not call me ‘Yuu-sama’ but ‘Yuu-chan’, right? It feels so awkward if you keep calling me right that even though were in the same age, you know?”
“A―Ahh, that’s t-true but you are the M-Master’s granddaughter so-“
“So you should obey me, right?”
“…………”
In order for her to obey me, maybe I need to threaten her a little with a forced smile.
“Hmmmm?”
“Y―Yes!”
That’s quick!
“As well as you understand.”
“W―Well then, I’ll take my leave, Yuu-sama”
She didn’t it understand at all.
After our conversation, she went to the kitchen immediately to prepare my breakfast.
Well, thanks to her, the pain on my right hand disappeared a while ago when we’re talking, so I'll probably go outside for now to check my condition.
I close my eyes and inhale, and then I focus my magical energy on the blue gem that I’m currently holding now. I’ll now try bending it to my preferred shape.
Cube.
Pyramid.
Sphere.
A book.
A cup.
A lamp.
Then, a pine tree.
A horse.
And I’ll turn it again to its original form.
“………….”
It seems that my condition for now is the same as always.
After I checked on my condition, my grandfather, Tohsaka Nagato, approached me with a smile on his face. I didn’t sense him coming but I know that he’s watching me for a while now.
"Yuu-kun...How's your condition?"
An expected question coming from him.
"I'm fine."
"Really? But your face doesn't seem to agree with your words, eh?"
"Like what I've said, I'm fine. Don't worry about me."
I don't know why but my grandfather sure knows how to run his mouth of all days.What a great timing. He didn't even say a word when my mother died. I don't know what stimulated his brain but I'll ignore him for now.
"Hmmmmnnn, it seems that you had been chosen."
"Chosen?"
I can tell that he is looking at my right hand now.
"Yes. By the Holy Grail."
"What? The Holy Grail? What did you mean?"
"What I mean is what I mean. You, Tohsaka Yuu, had been chosen by the Holy Grail to participate on the second Heaven's Feel."
His face seems serious yet delighted. It's been a long time since I saw my grandfather smile like that. A smile that is full of delight yet agony and sorrow. It is a face that I have never been able to gaze upon. A face full of emotions. A face that I didn't saw when he kicked my father out of the house. A face I didn't saw when my mother died several days ago.
"――――"
"Haven't you read one of my books? I recorded the events and what happened on the previous Heaven's Feel. You should know more than anyone else the meaning of my words."
I gritted my teeth.
That's right. I know what he's talking about. A war where my grandfather once participated sixty years ago. A war between seven Magi who wishes to obtain the Holy Grail. Anyone who attains it can have his/her wish granted.
But...
In order to obtain it, the participating Magus must meet these two requirements: To have a Command Spell and to summon a Servant.
In order to summon a servant, one must need to perform the magic of summoning in a form of a Magic Circle. With the Command Spell, the Master and the Summoned Servant will make a contract and the Command Spell is the proof of their contract. The Command Spell can be used as an absolute order by the master to his/her servant. For example, he/she can use the Command Spell in order to not to kill the other servants or to acquire additional Prana by sacrificing humans' life force, in other words, to attack humans.
Also, what I worry is about the Servant thing.
My grandfather said that Servants are Heroic Spirits summoned by the Holy Grail. Once summoned, they can be classified as familiars as long as they are bound to a Master. Servants are legends from the past, present, or future. Because summoning even one heroic spirit is a miraculous occurrence, summoning seven in their pure forms would be beyond the Holy Grail's power. Thus, to facilitate the process, Servants are summoned into one of seven vessels prepared beforehand. These vessels are classified based on their primary roles. Heroic Spirits can be summoned into any "class" that reflects the abilities they had in life.
Saber,
Archer,
Lancer,
Rider,
Caster,
Berserker,
Assassin.
"―――――"
I think that my Grandfather participated on the last war. Though he never says it himself, my mother said that he used to be accompanied by a blonde girl. An entity different from humans, so majestic that her beauty is beyond compare. She also said that that blonde girl always wears a metal mask and a shining silver armor yet that clothing cannot hide her supreme and charismatic existence. And then... *BOOM!*
"―Kyaaa!"
While I was so busy about recollecting the contents of my grandfather's book,
*BOOOOM!!*
I heard several explosions coming from behind.
I instinctively looked back and saw my grandfather standing in front of me.
"What a moron... Attacking us from behind. You really are energetic, eh?"
I was surprised... My grandfather, almost 90 years of age, suddenly appeared behind me when he was almost 3 meters in from of me several seconds ago. He was just standing there, nothing more, nothing less. He didn't even flinch after seeing that explosion. Then he suddenly looked back at me with a smile on his face and then looked in front of him.
I can sense his agitated aura...
"Show yourself! Coward! ... How dare you attack us like that!"
"It looks that you are mistaken, old man."
In the smoke where the explosion happened, a shadow of a man appears.
"I'm not here for your life. I'm just here for your granddaughter's."
"What a brat. Do you know who you're opposing, eh?"
"Of course... You are the head of the Tohsaka Household and a pupil of Zelretch of the Jewels, the one of the few sorcerers. Also, you're pretty famous yourself as a Magus."
"Ha! Correct, yet you still insist on assassinating her?"
"――"
The man was still standing there...
I cannot properly see his appearance but I can feel the weight of his gaze.
I'm scared.
I kept on thinking why he is trying on killing me but that is not the issue right now. What's important now is that he is only here just to kill me.
"Don't get in the way, old man. Like what I’ve said, I'm not here for you."
"Don't joke with me! She is the next heir of the Tohsaka Household!"
"Then, you made me no choice."
"Hmmm, then let us see if you're worth opposing..."
Then my grandfather quickly raises his left hand and begins enchanting a short spell.
"―me!"
And then fires a unusual, corporeal form from his right hand's forefinger.
Gandr.
A spell that looks like a hazy black orb subsequently fired like a bullet towards the enemy...
"Amazing."
I was practicing that spell for many months now but with my current skill, I must enchant it which takes at least 5 seconds to fire it while my grandfather can instantly cast it without reciting any words at all...
But...
In my surprise,
The man evaded it like he knows the nature of the spell and dashed towards my grandfather.
My grandfather anticipated this and immediately clenched his raised left hand and smashed it into his right palm. His hands glow and then he disappeared...
No. That's impossible. He didn't disappear. He's just too fast for my eyes to see.
I can't believe it.
He also dashed toward the man who's holding a weird shaped knife he's previously hiding up until now.
In a blink of an eye, my grandfather strikes his temple and abdomen with both of his fists. The man parried his blow and attempted to attack with a round house kick from his right foot but grandfather already made a contact with his right fist into the man's chest.
Crack.
The sound of the bone cracking.
The man was pushed back and tries to recover from the impact... but my grandfather already appears behind his back and kicked his right leg with his left foot, resulting for him to fall sideways.
In that instant, my grandfather punched his back with his left fist and rotated counter-clockwise to throw a black colored jewel which purpose is to explode at any given contact when thrown.
*BOOM!*
The jewel explodes when it touches several centimeters above his chest, probably his clavicle.
A direct hit. Black smoke envelops his staggering body as he tries to stand up but ended up falling to the ground again.
What a horrible view.
No one can definitely survive that kind of attack.
"...*gasp*..I―Is he a―already d―d-ead?"
"Ha! No. He's just unconscious. He barely made it, though."
"W―what do you mean?"
"Before he falls down, he immediately jumped forward to reduce the impact of my punch. He also enchants himself with Prana before the explosion occurs so that he can also reduce the impact. He is an experienced fighter. Strengthening his body before my punches hit him. Well, even if I'm old, he's still no match for me."
“I’m amazed.”
I really am amazed at the person who’s standing in front of me right now.
For years, I’ve been practicing magic for the whole time.
And yet, this is the first time I actually saw a true…no, a real fight.
Fight. Fight. Fight. Fight. Fight?
FIGhT. FighT. fIGht. FigHT. FIIIGHT. FigHt. FIGHT!!!?
The word ‘fight’ is still resonating inside my head.
…Am I going to fight like this in the near future?
I cover my ears with my hands yet it still doesn’t stop. Worse is that that the sound was now louder than before.
“……………..”
I…am I really capable of doing such things?
“― …Yuu-kun.”
Ah.
“Y―Yes?”
“Can you stand?”
“Yes, I ca―”
I try to move my legs but I cannot. I did not realize when but I’m now sitting of the ground. It seems that I fell down on my butt as I watch them fighting.
“…hhhnnn.”
I…I’m numb. I’m numb that I can’t even feel the trembling of my knees.
And also, scared.
Not from the fact that there was an assassin that tried to kill me just a minute earlier but from the idea of ‘I’, will fight and may kill or be killed someday in this similar situation.
“Don’t worry, it’s okay now.”
―No, it’s not.
―No, I’m not okay.
―No, I will be never be okay with this.
“Yuu-kun, do not hold back.”
“Eh?”
“Cry as much as you want.”
Wha―
What are you saying?
Hahaha.
Impossible. I won’t cry from just this.
I―
I―
I―
I won’t cry, right?
Hahaha.
As I fake my laugh, droplets of tears run down to my cheecks.
“Hahaha. Impossible. I’m not crying, right?”
“…………..”
My grandfather watches me with a displeased look on his face as I silently burst into tears.
**************
I am a human and not a human at the same time.
No. To be precise, I used to be a human but I've ceased to exist as a human.
Just because of that wish that I cannot become a human anymore.
A wish.
But if I can fulfill that wish... then...
being called as a 「_」 doesn't matter to me.
Because...
I'm...
not a hero.
I'm not really a hero.
If anyone knew me right now, they'll despise me.
Since I fought the world once and failed.
Since I killed millions of people. Men. Women. Children. Old. Sick. Rich. Poor. Anyone. Everyone.
Since I destroyed other's nation.
Since it's just a rotating trophy for the victor's anyway... I destroyed it... I destroyed what the others called "nation"...
...And tried to make a new world with my own two hands.
I've taken away other people's entertainment.
I've taken away other people's happiness.
I've taken away other people's peace.
I've taken away other people's lives.
Just in order to fulfill that dream.
I just did what I think is right.
And followed the principles of what I believed in.
And yet, I was seen as the main antagonist of the world.
But it didn't matter to me now.
Even if I'm hated.
Even if I'm despised.
Even if I'm cursed.
The most important thing right now is...
...to make the whole world realize...
...that I was right.
<Prologue/Fin>
<March 28, 1875 03:02:00>
It felt cold... It's not the tip of the gun that touches my temple right now but the stare coming from those eyes. I felt several chills running through my spine as I realize that those eyes are not from a human, but from a heartless monster that can kill anyone. That presence was definitely not coming from a "Heroic Spirit" but from a vengeful one. He's a whole different entity compared to my grandfather, Tohsaka Nagato. His cold stare makes me feel that he’ll pull the trigger any second if I avert my gaze from him.
I'm scared.
My mind's going blank.
My hand is soaked with sweat.
My knees are trembling like it’s going to break off in an instant.
If looking at his eyes can drain my energy to this degree then I may not survive the upcoming war.
After a minute, he suddenly closes his eyes. It was just a minute but it feels that I've been looking at his eye for hours. Opening his eyes, he removes the gun from my forehead. He put his gun in its hilt and then he sighed. After that, he resumes his gaze to me and asks:
"You...are you my master?"
“I…”
In order to win, I need a servant…but…
“……”
I’m full of doubts right now. I’m so confused that I can’t even reply to a simple question that he asked.
“I will ask again... Are you my master?”
“…Y―Yes..I…I’m Tohsaka Yuu…*bows head*…”
“…Servant Archer. I, hereby, answer to your summon.”
********
<February 11, 1874 05:21:34>
A year ago, I was awakened by an excruciating pain in my right hand. I was sleeping peacefully that time that when it started hurting. I even remembered that I’m still hugging my usual teddy bear comfortably that day. I didn’t even recognize that several weird lines began to appear on the back of it. Its appearance was accompanied with a jolting pain...So painful as if as the word painful can’t even define it properly.
That’s how painful it was.
“――――――“
The extreme pain only lasted a few seconds but that short span of time felt like forever. It feels like a joke that I experienced that kind of pain as if I’m experienced hell itself.
“―――“
I looked at the weird lines... It seems like a sign or something like that. I do not know it myself but I hope that the pain was not accompanied by any curse or something dreadful.
"Argh...It―it hur―rts. Damn."
It's still hurting but I can tolerate it to some degree now so I decided to got up of my bed and head to the sitting room downstairs.
I walked idly at the largest spiral stairs of the house in order to go to the room downstairs.
I sit on the sofa wondering about what happened earlier on my room.
"I think that the servants are still asleep because of the funeral yesterday..."
Well, of course they would still be asleep. The funeral of my mother happened yesterday so they worked so hard to clean and organize the mansion after the ceremony.
"Mom..."
While contemplating on what happened on my mother, a familiar figure suddenly appeared to my left side without my knowing.
"Ummm, Yuu-sama...are you feeling well?"
"Ehhh--!?! Ahh... It’s just you, Eva-chan. Y―Yeah...I'm feeling alright. "
"But...why are you g-gripping your hand like that? Are you sure that it is alright?"
"Yeah...I'm fine, really. So don't worry about it. My hand is just a little cold."
"I-Is that so...Thank God that you're not hurt."
I'm not surprised that she is worried since she is a well-mannered girl. She's one of this household's servants, Evangeline. Well, she is a foreigner, but because of some reasons, she is staying at our house and works as a servant to pay for the gratitude my grandfather had given her.
"Well t―then, I'll go to the kitchen and cook for your breakfast. Ummm...Yuu-sama, what would you like to eat?"
"Anything's fine. As long as you cooked and prepared it, I wouldn't mind it even if it was just a simple porridge."
"E―Ehh?"
“Also, haven’t I already told you that you should not call me ‘Yuu-sama’ but ‘Yuu-chan’, right? It feels so awkward if you keep calling me right that even though were in the same age, you know?”
“A―Ahh, that’s t-true but you are the M-Master’s granddaughter so-“
“So you should obey me, right?”
“…………”
In order for her to obey me, maybe I need to threaten her a little with a forced smile.
“Hmmmm?”
“Y―Yes!”
That’s quick!
“As well as you understand.”
“W―Well then, I’ll take my leave, Yuu-sama”
She didn’t it understand at all.
After our conversation, she went to the kitchen immediately to prepare my breakfast.
Well, thanks to her, the pain on my right hand disappeared a while ago when we’re talking, so I'll probably go outside for now to check my condition.
I close my eyes and inhale, and then I focus my magical energy on the blue gem that I’m currently holding now. I’ll now try bending it to my preferred shape.
Cube.
Pyramid.
Sphere.
A book.
A cup.
A lamp.
Then, a pine tree.
A horse.
And I’ll turn it again to its original form.
“………….”
It seems that my condition for now is the same as always.
After I checked on my condition, my grandfather, Tohsaka Nagato, approached me with a smile on his face. I didn’t sense him coming but I know that he’s watching me for a while now.
"Yuu-kun...How's your condition?"
An expected question coming from him.
"I'm fine."
"Really? But your face doesn't seem to agree with your words, eh?"
"Like what I've said, I'm fine. Don't worry about me."
I don't know why but my grandfather sure knows how to run his mouth of all days.What a great timing. He didn't even say a word when my mother died. I don't know what stimulated his brain but I'll ignore him for now.
"Hmmmmnnn, it seems that you had been chosen."
"Chosen?"
I can tell that he is looking at my right hand now.
"Yes. By the Holy Grail."
"What? The Holy Grail? What did you mean?"
"What I mean is what I mean. You, Tohsaka Yuu, had been chosen by the Holy Grail to participate on the second Heaven's Feel."
His face seems serious yet delighted. It's been a long time since I saw my grandfather smile like that. A smile that is full of delight yet agony and sorrow. It is a face that I have never been able to gaze upon. A face full of emotions. A face that I didn't saw when he kicked my father out of the house. A face I didn't saw when my mother died several days ago.
"――――"
"Haven't you read one of my books? I recorded the events and what happened on the previous Heaven's Feel. You should know more than anyone else the meaning of my words."
I gritted my teeth.
That's right. I know what he's talking about. A war where my grandfather once participated sixty years ago. A war between seven Magi who wishes to obtain the Holy Grail. Anyone who attains it can have his/her wish granted.
But...
In order to obtain it, the participating Magus must meet these two requirements: To have a Command Spell and to summon a Servant.
In order to summon a servant, one must need to perform the magic of summoning in a form of a Magic Circle. With the Command Spell, the Master and the Summoned Servant will make a contract and the Command Spell is the proof of their contract. The Command Spell can be used as an absolute order by the master to his/her servant. For example, he/she can use the Command Spell in order to not to kill the other servants or to acquire additional Prana by sacrificing humans' life force, in other words, to attack humans.
Also, what I worry is about the Servant thing.
My grandfather said that Servants are Heroic Spirits summoned by the Holy Grail. Once summoned, they can be classified as familiars as long as they are bound to a Master. Servants are legends from the past, present, or future. Because summoning even one heroic spirit is a miraculous occurrence, summoning seven in their pure forms would be beyond the Holy Grail's power. Thus, to facilitate the process, Servants are summoned into one of seven vessels prepared beforehand. These vessels are classified based on their primary roles. Heroic Spirits can be summoned into any "class" that reflects the abilities they had in life.
Saber,
Archer,
Lancer,
Rider,
Caster,
Berserker,
Assassin.
"―――――"
I think that my Grandfather participated on the last war. Though he never says it himself, my mother said that he used to be accompanied by a blonde girl. An entity different from humans, so majestic that her beauty is beyond compare. She also said that that blonde girl always wears a metal mask and a shining silver armor yet that clothing cannot hide her supreme and charismatic existence. And then... *BOOM!*
"―Kyaaa!"
While I was so busy about recollecting the contents of my grandfather's book,
*BOOOOM!!*
I heard several explosions coming from behind.
I instinctively looked back and saw my grandfather standing in front of me.
"What a moron... Attacking us from behind. You really are energetic, eh?"
I was surprised... My grandfather, almost 90 years of age, suddenly appeared behind me when he was almost 3 meters in from of me several seconds ago. He was just standing there, nothing more, nothing less. He didn't even flinch after seeing that explosion. Then he suddenly looked back at me with a smile on his face and then looked in front of him.
I can sense his agitated aura...
"Show yourself! Coward! ... How dare you attack us like that!"
"It looks that you are mistaken, old man."
In the smoke where the explosion happened, a shadow of a man appears.
"I'm not here for your life. I'm just here for your granddaughter's."
"What a brat. Do you know who you're opposing, eh?"
"Of course... You are the head of the Tohsaka Household and a pupil of Zelretch of the Jewels, the one of the few sorcerers. Also, you're pretty famous yourself as a Magus."
"Ha! Correct, yet you still insist on assassinating her?"
"――"
The man was still standing there...
I cannot properly see his appearance but I can feel the weight of his gaze.
I'm scared.
I kept on thinking why he is trying on killing me but that is not the issue right now. What's important now is that he is only here just to kill me.
"Don't get in the way, old man. Like what I’ve said, I'm not here for you."
"Don't joke with me! She is the next heir of the Tohsaka Household!"
"Then, you made me no choice."
"Hmmm, then let us see if you're worth opposing..."
Then my grandfather quickly raises his left hand and begins enchanting a short spell.
"―me!"
And then fires a unusual, corporeal form from his right hand's forefinger.
Gandr.
A spell that looks like a hazy black orb subsequently fired like a bullet towards the enemy...
"Amazing."
I was practicing that spell for many months now but with my current skill, I must enchant it which takes at least 5 seconds to fire it while my grandfather can instantly cast it without reciting any words at all...
But...
In my surprise,
The man evaded it like he knows the nature of the spell and dashed towards my grandfather.
My grandfather anticipated this and immediately clenched his raised left hand and smashed it into his right palm. His hands glow and then he disappeared...
No. That's impossible. He didn't disappear. He's just too fast for my eyes to see.
I can't believe it.
He also dashed toward the man who's holding a weird shaped knife he's previously hiding up until now.
In a blink of an eye, my grandfather strikes his temple and abdomen with both of his fists. The man parried his blow and attempted to attack with a round house kick from his right foot but grandfather already made a contact with his right fist into the man's chest.
Crack.
The sound of the bone cracking.
The man was pushed back and tries to recover from the impact... but my grandfather already appears behind his back and kicked his right leg with his left foot, resulting for him to fall sideways.
In that instant, my grandfather punched his back with his left fist and rotated counter-clockwise to throw a black colored jewel which purpose is to explode at any given contact when thrown.
*BOOM!*
The jewel explodes when it touches several centimeters above his chest, probably his clavicle.
A direct hit. Black smoke envelops his staggering body as he tries to stand up but ended up falling to the ground again.
What a horrible view.
No one can definitely survive that kind of attack.
"...*gasp*..I―Is he a―already d―d-ead?"
"Ha! No. He's just unconscious. He barely made it, though."
"W―what do you mean?"
"Before he falls down, he immediately jumped forward to reduce the impact of my punch. He also enchants himself with Prana before the explosion occurs so that he can also reduce the impact. He is an experienced fighter. Strengthening his body before my punches hit him. Well, even if I'm old, he's still no match for me."
“I’m amazed.”
I really am amazed at the person who’s standing in front of me right now.
For years, I’ve been practicing magic for the whole time.
And yet, this is the first time I actually saw a true…no, a real fight.
Fight. Fight. Fight. Fight. Fight?
FIGhT. FighT. fIGht. FigHT. FIIIGHT. FigHt. FIGHT!!!?
The word ‘fight’ is still resonating inside my head.
…Am I going to fight like this in the near future?
I cover my ears with my hands yet it still doesn’t stop. Worse is that that the sound was now louder than before.
“……………..”
I…am I really capable of doing such things?
“― …Yuu-kun.”
Ah.
“Y―Yes?”
“Can you stand?”
“Yes, I ca―”
I try to move my legs but I cannot. I did not realize when but I’m now sitting of the ground. It seems that I fell down on my butt as I watch them fighting.
“…hhhnnn.”
I…I’m numb. I’m numb that I can’t even feel the trembling of my knees.
And also, scared.
Not from the fact that there was an assassin that tried to kill me just a minute earlier but from the idea of ‘I’, will fight and may kill or be killed someday in this similar situation.
“Don’t worry, it’s okay now.”
―No, it’s not.
―No, I’m not okay.
―No, I will be never be okay with this.
“Yuu-kun, do not hold back.”
“Eh?”
“Cry as much as you want.”
Wha―
What are you saying?
Hahaha.
Impossible. I won’t cry from just this.
I―
I―
I―
I won’t cry, right?
Hahaha.
As I fake my laugh, droplets of tears run down to my cheecks.
“Hahaha. Impossible. I’m not crying, right?”
“…………..”
My grandfather watches me with a displeased look on his face as I silently burst into tears.
**************
I am a human and not a human at the same time.
No. To be precise, I used to be a human but I've ceased to exist as a human.
Just because of that wish that I cannot become a human anymore.
A wish.
But if I can fulfill that wish... then...
being called as a 「_」 doesn't matter to me.
Because...
I'm...
not a hero.
I'm not really a hero.
If anyone knew me right now, they'll despise me.
Since I fought the world once and failed.
Since I killed millions of people. Men. Women. Children. Old. Sick. Rich. Poor. Anyone. Everyone.
Since I destroyed other's nation.
Since it's just a rotating trophy for the victor's anyway... I destroyed it... I destroyed what the others called "nation"...
...And tried to make a new world with my own two hands.
I've taken away other people's entertainment.
I've taken away other people's happiness.
I've taken away other people's peace.
I've taken away other people's lives.
Just in order to fulfill that dream.
I just did what I think is right.
And followed the principles of what I believed in.
And yet, I was seen as the main antagonist of the world.
But it didn't matter to me now.
Even if I'm hated.
Even if I'm despised.
Even if I'm cursed.
The most important thing right now is...
...to make the whole world realize...
...that I was right.
<Prologue/Fin>
Edited by oninn, 17 May 2012 - 03:29 PM.














