If that's true, then I'll be looking forward to it.Originally Posted by mewarmo990
If that's true, then I'll be looking forward to it.
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I'm not sure why so many people are trying to so hard to see shades of the scuttled Gilgamesh crush on Ayaka here.
This is mongrel Gil. He's a distinct character from the guy in Prototype who crushes on shoujo heroines.
talking about Gil mad that she steals his bro.
It's probably because even if he doesn't go for shoujo heroines he's still a shoujo love interest.
Gilgamesh is just a misunderstood jerk that needs to experience true love. Then he'll become gushy gushy.
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You only say that because mongrel Gil has not yet met Shoujo Princess Ayaka.
Her charm far surpasses that of Saber
Men have no other choice and have to crush hard on her and reveal their dark secret inside
That's the terrifying power of the Shoujo Heroines
They're definitely going to reference it.
After all, Zealot references Hassan of Serenity.
Narita wants to include all the TMs.
Though abandoned, forgotten, and scorned as out-of-date dolls, they continue to carry out their mission, unchanged from the time they were designed.
Machines do not lose their worth when a newer model appears.
Their worth (life) ends when humans can no longer bear that purity.
Maybe it's a selection bias from arai but it's really seeming like he mostly really really really wants to write about vampires more than anything else.
Waiting warmly for Ayaka to replace Shamhat as Enkidu's base model inspiration and then Gil pursues him instead.
Thank you very much sir. I am actually surprised that, unlike her unwilling counterpart, Ayaka willingly (if this wasn't forced) went overseas to participate in the war; I at least hope she lived a happy life, where her family is alive. I know Zelretch was partly responsible, for Ayaka's participation, but we can imagine she may have a wish that the False Grail can grant. Anyway, Gilgamesh fell for the King of Knights because of her ideals, should Ayaka show a rather "attracting determination" of some sort then we can imagine a flag; even if that won't occur, I would hope that Ayaka and Tine would be friends, like the prototype Ayaka that hesitated to kill pigeons then it is possible that this Ayaka, if she is similar morally, wants to make sure a little girl doesn't die.
The impression I got from the draft (I've not read any of the current volumes) was that the protagonist was more unintentionally thrust into this, and if the thing about the hounculus woman is correct, then it's likely the same still with Ayaka being an unwitting addition to this Grail War whilst fleeing Fuyuki. I do hope this Ayaka shares many of the traits that made her original so interesting.
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Ayaka is running away from Red Riding Hood and was thrown into the war.
She has no idea whats actually going on
World's first tsundere in CCC. S'all I'm saying.
retitled previous post because Chapter 1 was actually the last chapter of Volume 1.
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This is the eighth chapter of FSF volume 1. It's the first chapter after Lancer's summoning, so it's not in nakulas' translation of the first publication. It's covered by the last chapter of volume 1 of the manga adaptation.
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Extra Chapter
“Observer. Or, Character Creation”
The space was a completed world.
Jet black with points of light.
In the center of a room in the wide, perfect sphere dyed in the color of the night sky, there floated a wooden chair.
Based on its appearance alone, it would be enough to call the chair extravagant, but its wood gave it a refined hue, and one would not think it a repulsive gaud of the elite. Rather, just by existing here, it imbued the space around it with a conspicuous gravity.
If an unrefined person sat in the chair, that person would likely be consumed by the weight of the chair’s existence and hidden from surrounding view. Such was the significance of the chair.
The space had been prepared for the sole purpose of exhibiting the chair.
A man exuding a solemnity that outweighed that of the chair leaned back in it, emitting a loud creak.
“Hm…”
If one were to draw a reduced map of the universe based on this room, the man sitting in the chair would be at its center, emitting an air surely befitting its master.
His external appearance would probably place his age in the 50s or 60s.
One could sense the trials of his life in the wrinkles etched deeply on his face, but his eyes remained brimming with brilliance, such as one might see in someone ten years his junior.
“This axis is wrong… thesewill be annihilated too…”light polarization lineslines
When the man slipped his finger into the sky, the heavenly bodies displayed on the surrounding walls began to revolve.
“Oh, this cut-off isn’t so… no, it’s the worst. That damned giant spider will wake up. It’s a century too early to face that.”
Then, as if to match his words, the pages in the book hovering in front of the man turned with a flutter, inscribing multifarious information in real-time.
The thickness of the book was about that of a standard encyclopedia.
Regardless, as the man guided his finger through the air, thousands— tens of thousands of pages were born and erased.
After continuing this activity again and again, the old man muttered as if in boredom.
“As I thought, no matter how this is resolved, it doesn’t result in a satisfactory outcome for the Association. Having said that, there isn’t enough reason in my interventions. Yes, it’s a complete stalemate.”
The man who seemed to be talking to himself suddenly asked the space behind him for an opinion.
“What do you think? It’s about time you said hello. That communication device there is working fine.”
At that, the space replied,
“How rude of me. It seems you’ve noticed.”
There was a small wooden table of similar design to the chair. Atop it sat a telephone.
It had the shape of a very old telephone, the kind that looked like a table lamp at first glance. But instead of a light bulb, there was a conical speaker. Mounted on a thin post was a microphone. A dial was affixed to the base of the device.
It was a telephone you would only find in movies, museums, or antique shops, save for one difference. Unlike the black color of most antique telephones, this one was a beautiful blue color that evoked sapphire. At a glance, one could only think that it had been crafted from an enormous precious gem.
As for the question of how long the telephone had been there, there shouldn’t have been anything in that space until several minutes prior. But, the telephone was wonderfully integrated with the harmony of the room, as if it had always existed there.
Indeed, addressing the phone had confirmed the fact of its existence, as if the history of the room had been rewritten.
“With a little more time, I had planned to make the phone's bell ring.”
A youthful-sounding voice resounded from the telephone's speaker.
It seemed as if the phone was speaking according to its own will.
“Do I strike you as an old man who talks to himself?”
“Did you ask me that because you knew it was me?”
“Where do you think we are? I can count the number of people who can get inside.”
Rolling his shoulders, the old man glanced at the blue telephone.
“So, what business do you have here? If you want to have tea, come back later. Unfortunately, I’m wrapped up in some troublesome work.”
“Yeah, I’m actually here because of that.”
“What?”
“If you’re going to choose someone to observe the incident at Snowfield, don’t pick from the magi. You should select a world on the basis of being an intruder.
With that, the telephone’s dial slowly began to turn, returning to its starting point at certain intervals before turning again.
At the same time, the heavenly bodies revolving around the room — and the book that the old man was reading — began turning faster than they had been before.
Inscribed on the pages was the face of a human, and that person’s.parametersinformation
At times, it was male. At times, it was female.
At times, it was elderly. At times, it was a child.
At times, it was musclebound. At times, it was obese.
At times, it was a saint. At times, it was a vicious murderer.
At times, it was a magus. At times, it was a priest.
Flipping between countless qualities such as race, gender, age, body type, clothing, personality, and occupation, the book’s pages turned with incredible momentum.
“You’re quite confident in the turning of the planets.”
“The trajectory to the future is like a labyrinth. It’s my specialty.”
Someone passing by the two at this moment would likely have found it a bizarre conversation.
“Of course, unlike my labyrinth, the destination one makes depends upon the person.”
The pages kept turning at a high speed, and the displayed faces smoothly blended into each other.
As if he was watching a scene from times past, the old man sat back and watched as the telephone continued to turn its own dial.
Then, after some time, the turning of the pages slowed.
Inscribed on one page was an Eastern person.
“Next is to… yes, she needs some glasses.”
The pages turned delicately. A thin-framed pair of glasses appeared on the person’s face.
“...Is that important?”
“Who knows? I’m just back-calculating from the result I arrived at. Whether or not it has any meaning at all is something we can consider later.”
“Hmph.”
As he looked at the information on the final page, the old man spoke to the telephone behind him.
“Still, you’ve suddenly involved yourself with the world. If you’re that bored, just visit the town yourself. Shouldn’t there be a cafe that caters to readers? You can kill plenty of time there.”
“No… this isn’t exactly killing time. I’m rather involved with the incident this time.”
“...I see. It’s something that one has thought of.”
The old man immediately understood the meaning behind the telephone’s words, and recalled someone’s face. He took a deep sigh— and then his lips twisted into a smile.
“So you have a bit of a plan… all the more reason you can’t intervene. It’s the sort ofthat rejoices as more intruders are involved. Let the Holy Grail War this time be followed through by an outsider.”foolmonster
“Yeah, you’re right. If you handled this poorly, it would confirm the world.”
It was certainly a bizarre conversation that could only happen between these two. Then, the person behind the telephone — or possibly, the telephone itself — looked at the person now described in the open book, and spoke in a cheerful voice.
“Her universe is a pseudepigraphon, or perhaps it’s the opposite. Let’s hope for the best and watch over her.”
The book was opened to a picture of a young girl.
It was an apparently Eastern girl in her late teens to early twenties, with dyed blonde hair.
Below her portrait was a name beginning with the letter A.
And then, with her as the—Playercenter
Here and now, the curtain would rise on a Holy Grail War smeared in falsehood and vanity.
Last edited by mewarmo990; August 19th, 2015 at 02:27 AM. Reason: minor type-editing
A good two thousandth post for the thread.
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