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    6. True Lord of the Sun

    Location: Warehouse
    Time: Afternoon
    Overall Status: Peak Performance

    Character Status
    Health: 400/400 (Excellent)
    Stamina: 400/400 (
    Mana: 400/400 (Excellent)
    Mental Health: (Confused)


    “Death itself has paused its ever persistent waves so that I may bring your pitiful existence to its end. I may dream once more for God has made my purpose your destruction. It is simply divine Providence that we meet here. This I swear on my lord. I shall slay the menace that is the Brave of Yamato.”

    My servant makes a bold decree, looking down on the crowd with haughty disdain. The temperature of the room seems to steadily rise merely from the intensity of the glares battling it out between my servant and Takeru. This ever increasing expression of displeasure was a more dangerous conflict than the various mobsters who are slowly buckling under the tension.

    On the floor lies Haru, his body half rotten, an old wooden pipe spawned across the floor from an unclenched hand. It’s surreal to see his corpse lying there so casually, no one else has even noticed he.... I can’t feel anything for him, it’s like he’s not even gone.

    “I wasn’t exactly expecting a servant battle today, Takeru. What exactly is that
    of yours doing?”

    Blackwell takes a step backwards. She moves her gun into a far more threatening position and the other men follow the motion with far tenser movements, cautiously depending on her for a way out. They all so nervously watch the two servants, waiting for the slightest spark to set them off. Perhaps they understand the reality of a servant better than I do after working under one.

    “Getting ideas they probably shouldn’t.”

    Takeru scoffs, face a scowl. Compared to his interactions with me before he had been gripped by an obvious displeasure.

    Abigail looks over in my direction in confusion, her eyes a little empty as if she had overloaded. As the person most out of the loop in the room I can say this kind of reaction is understandable. Until now I was backing my way through the smoke, and I didn’t want to admit that I wasn’t thinking about Abigail at all. With my attention in her hands now I motion her over.

    She’s still fairly stiff and as she gets a little closer I can hear a wheeze in her breath. After what happened I wouldn’t be surprised if her lungs were in terrible shape. I still don’t know how she did that. Or maybe that’s just what happens when you smoke so much. Even with injuries it should still be possible for the two of us to get behind a crate not far from here and then……...

    “Then this is war. I will not let you escape.”

    From across the room I see Takeru glance in my direction. His foot moves backwards. I pick up the pace, his subordinates stare right past the servant to the sitting duck. There’s only so far I need to go, I can make it.

    My servant makes a single step forward. The silence is broken by a groan of anxiety and panicked worry. The sound of fear is not something I wanted to hear.

    In a swift instinctual motion I duck to the floor, slamming my chest into the concrete as gun fire fills the room with an explosive roar. It started with one but it quickly unfolded into an overwhelming onslaught. The simple single shots of the handguns beforehand had been replaced with full automatics of some kind.

    The frightened emotions brought out in such tight tension exploded forth in a hellstorm of metal. The order of the men collapsed like dominos as exterminating me became their priority. I’m starting to understand how dangerous a servant may be.

    My face has been married to the ground but there’s something odd, the expected sounds of bullets colliding with concrete never came to be, rather something far more strange filled my ears. I glance back as I hear bullets collide with some kind of odd surface. Unlike stone or flesh it appears to fizzle on collision.

    The air parts, lingering smoke vanishes in the wind as golden hands move out from the servants back and weave throughout the open space.

    In an instant they swat bullets from the air like flies. Every shot races forward in an attempt to end my life yet not a single one could make it past her. I think I remember reading that if you wanted to dodge a bullet from short range you’d need a reaction speed of a fruit fly, which is like 5 milliseconds or something. If so then what the hell was this?!

    “What a fool you all are. Are the masses as empty headed as they once were?”

    There’s a loud noise followed by a shockwave which knocks over various metal containers in the vicinity. One of the many hands extending from my servants back practically teleports across the room and turns a gunman into a messy splatter on the ruined stone floor.

    The man's entire life might as well as not have taken up the space it once had as the fist pulverized the brick wall in a mix of dust and smoke and the upper half of his body was deleted. So casually like a kid playing with toys the arm moves along the wall, cutting through everything in its path like paper.

    The smell of burning flesh follows as the numerous mobsters are consumed by the arms' raging flame. Each wounded hunk of flesh behind is partially charred, wounds cauterized by the intense heat which destroyed them. Numerous human lives are snuffed out in an instant, the gunfire ending as soon as it began.

    I simply look away. The hand is more interesting.

    The attack's intense charge doesn’t halt for a moment. It shreds the rest of the wall in a blur of movement.

    Suddenly it ends with the sound of a rapidly parting air.

    The arm is suddenly split in two, dissipating in golden dust. With but a swipe of his arm Takeru severs the incoming assault. His face looks so apathetic.

    It was all over before I could even try following it. At least the mafia are gone.

    It feels like my hair is being burned away as the temperature of the room skyrockets. I can tell my servant is glaring quite strongly now.

    “You dare challenge the emissary of God! You, Who is barely divine and your posse of peasantry? Put your aunt on the phone so she can ask that imitation sun goddess of yours to come beg for mercy.”

    “I have no time for a servant dumb enough to wear their identity on their sleeve. I am unconcerned with your babbling Akhenaten. You don’t have room to negotiate here or make threats using your long dead false god.”

    “I will not take insults like that from a knock off King Arthur! You should have stuck to your back water island if you wanted a fair fight. You best fly on home bird boy.”

    With a mocking tone Akhenaten makes an imitation flying motion with her arms. The way she puts her arms on her hips and looks down on her opponent made something clear to me. She’s really tall isn’t she?

    One of the many arms extending from her back twitches and casually swats away a projectile from her side.

    The kinetic energy of the attack carries on into the earth. The impact rips through concrete and splits the stacks of metal boxes in two, scattering the pieces throughout the room. Cracks splinter along the ground and even up the nearby wall shaking the warehouse to its foundations.

    “You’d depend on your master to fight for you? Oh, how far our great hero has fallen. To think a man like you is a threat to the world.”

    Blackwell stands a fair distance away, smoke rises up from the end of a gun barrel. I get that she's my enemy but she’s wielding a shotgun with one hand, it pains me to say that’s cool. I can already see her reaching for something behind her, don't tell me she’s going to dual wield!

    That’s badass!


    Wait, I'm getting distracted by the spectacle! But I mean….. When was the last time my heart beat this way? But that’s besides the point, I’m missing out on a great opportunity while the two are blathering on.

    I have to use my power on someone. But who? I wish that bastard wasn’t so annoyingly vague, I mean how am I supposed to know what to do with it? And the way he worded things beforehand, do I have more than one?

    If I’m to break it down I suppose we have two options. It's gonna be something supportive or it’s gonna be offensive. Probably. It’s meant to help me break fate but that doesn’t really assist me in narrowing it down.

    Thinking it through, I suppose Abigail might be the safest bet. She’s the most in need and I want to help her, so if it’s support I might repair the damage she’s sustained thus far.

    Alternatively, and this is entirely speculation, she has some kind of magic inference, she’s made that clear recently. If it’s offensive, maybe it will just be negated? That way I can at least see what it does.

    Roko promised it would help right? So maybe there isn’t a wrong answer……

    Fuck it! Throw caution to the wind!

    “Abigail, brace yourself I’m gonna use a cool power on you.”

    “Makoto, what the hell are you talking about? What the hell happened to you during those two seconds? Don’t just randomly bring these things up! It’s probably not even going to work. I mean-“

    “Just let me try!”

    I step back and I…….

    How do I use it?

    I hang my arms out there awkwardly in a strange pose while Abigail stares expectantly. I flinch as more combat is heard behind me.

    I glance to see Takeru punching away one of the many flaming fists. The entire thing explodes, spreading embers throughout the room.

    “It’s good to see you can step up like a legend should. Or did you just remember that your wife isn’t here to die for you and you have to act yourself? You're a man who got trashed by one god, I toppled them all! You’ll need a little more than that to get out of this.”

    I can see Takerus' eyes twitch a little. He’s tapping his foot loudly on the floor with his arms crossed.

    “You’re speaking utter nonsense and boasting about garbage and then tarnishing my wife’s name. You’re as delusional as your master. You’re an ugly, potbellied, inbred iconoclast who couldn’t convince the public that they were human let alone divine. I don’t want to hear this from a parasite that wormed their way into the throne. And you want to talk about wives? What are you doing? Who would I even start with? The walking bust or your sister?”

    “You would dare take the Great Royal Wife’s beauty in vain! That’s it you abomination! Your history is one of failure and disgrace, it will be mercy to obliterate your pathetic existence.”

    “You wanna talk about history? You? You’re such a disgrace your own people had you erased.”

    This is kind of embarrassing to watch, what happened to the glory of heroes, they’re so petty! They are just standing around arguing about nothing, what the hell are they doing?!

    Whatever, I'm ending this!

    I can feel the magical energy of the room rise, there's a tenseness in the air that wasn’t around just a moment ago. It’s an immediate sense of danger followed by an intense heat burning overhead outside…..

    I need to hurry up! I hope this thing gives us an out.

    “Alright Abigail, lets see what this does.”

    I look away and close my eyes as I brace for impact and try to force my will upon her. To connect her in some special way.

    “Don’t look away like that when casting a spell! It’s probably not even going to work, I negate that shit, that’s all I do!”

    I figured as much but I have to try. I can feel something shift within, a feeling I don’t entirely understand. It’s bubbling up from within my heart and igniting something abnormal. My body starts to ache for a moment, the world becomes dizzy for a moment as I’m possessed by feelings of confusion and disorientation.

    Status Update

    Mana: 400/400 (Excellent)→ 300/400 (Good)

    “Did it work?”

    “I think?”

    I quickly turned back to look at the servants but nothing seemed to have changed. Takeru is still rattling on and on, occasionally exchanging blows. Blackwell is just standing in the back, as apathetic as ever.

    “You’re truly insane Akhenaten. You-“

    There’s a loud sound of crackling, a recognizable noise I had heard a few times today. There’s a noticeable array of sparks emanating spontaneously from a Takerus form.

    “Really? You really-“

    He looks past my servant's haughty figure to me again. Suddenly the man's stretched hand begins disappearing. It turns into dark golden dust which falls gently to the floor, vanishing into mist. The sudden decay travels up his arm, consuming his form, and in an instant the man is gone as if he never existed at all.

    “Haha! Serves you right you-“

    The dialogue suddenly ends. In an instant Akhenaten vanishes as well, disappearing into the ether.

    There’s a moment of silence as the two servants' absence takes hold. Nobody moves, instead staring at the space the two figures once dominated.

    Nothing about Blackwell changed. She was still leaning against the wall with a blank expression. It’s a little unnerving. With a glance her gaze falls upon me, it pushes me backwards with the awkward shuffle of my feet.

    “Thanks for the offer today but I’m gonna, you know, quickly skedaddle. Surely you understand, right?”

    I’m already sprinting in the opposite direction. With my energy back this is a breeze. Don’t even need to rely on my charm.

    “Wait a minute! Don’t just run without me!”

    Glancing behind me I see Abigail running to catch up. She’s still a little unsteady. Would it be better to wait behind rubble and team up? It would make logical sense.

    I slide to a stop behind one of the scattered containers. It was hard to slow the momentum and I nearly slipped on pulverised remains of the floor.

    As Abigail gets closer I peek through a gash along a metal sheet that was scattered across the disaster zone from who knows where. Servants are really something to completely alter the battlefield in such a casual show of force. I need to keep that in mind.

    Calmly, through the jagged slit, I see Blackwell toss a shotgun to the side as she starts digging into her coat pockets. She looks right at me.

    “Makoto, what’s the plan now?”

    “Very simple…Bye.”

    I feel such a strong tension in my legs as they quickly push me away. A large hole is torn into that metal container where I once stood.

    I wouldn’t have to deal with this if the destruction hadn’t made so much empty space! Closer to the corner of the room though there’s a noticeable pile of rubble that should block us from sight. Going around it and straight forward should lead to the door we came in.

    My muscles strain as I move faster than I ever did before. I’ve never been grateful for doing track as a kid, maybe now is the time. Could I finally beat my sister in a race? God I hope so.

    I can hear a second bullet colliding with the wall. Each shot was clearly being carefully aimed, I’m not sure how it missed. At this point I still can’t tell the difference between what’s fate and what’s not.

    In a snap movement I change direction, legs being pushed to their limit as I practically leap around the corner. After this it’s just a straight run across some rubble and out the door. It’s a miracle that there’s still a path through here….. Wait a minute.

    There’s a finger tap on my shoulder. Abigail was finally behind me, hands on her knees breathing heavily.

    “Just….. What…… Are you waiting for?”

    “Well I…. Well.”

    How do I put this into words….. Dammit Roko!


    “What? Just fucking go!”

    I feel Abigail's palm on my back as she pushes me forward, my feet sliding on the pulverized Stone.

    Perhaps that’s it? I’m gonna slip and break my neck if I’m not careful.

    I start moving quickly but with far more calculated steps. The pace is slightly slower but I will ensure that there are no mess ups. I am even keeping a better pace with Abigail.

    I am not getting screwed over here, it's the first move. I still don’t trust you Roko you dumb fuck, I’m no-

    I’m suddenly lighter on my feet. I pass the side of a ruined container when a strong force collides with my gut. A figure rapidly moves around the corner in a blur, a recognizable cold expression fills my sight.

    Pain resonates throughout my body as Blackwell seemingly tries to shove my internal organs out of my posterior.

    I’m physically carried backwards, my flailing body bumping into Abigail and knocking her over onto the cracked stone.

    My entire torso aches but I’m alive. I was expecting to die there but life didn’t even flash before my eyes. That superhuman strength of a magus like I imagined wasn’t around. That means I have a chance here.

    Even so it fucking hurts. This gonna take willpower to not cradle my injury. I lift my arms for a defensive stance, it’s best I can remember from my childhood.

    “You’re hitting a little worse than-“

    Without hesitation a kick rams me into a container at the side. My head collides with metal and my Vision becomes momentarily blurry as my head spins. I can tell my sides will bruise from this. The impact fills me, my stomach contracts and I feel nauseated.

    My feet don’t even touch the ground when the kinetic energy weapon attached to the girl's arm collides with my stomach again. The quick jab strikes like a snake and flings my body several feet back.

    My voice can only eject a terrible whine as I lay upon the floor, breath ejected. My body was filled with that terrible sickness that accompanies such terrible blunt force trauma.

    I really didn’t stand a chance. It’s the same thing over and over again…..

    My sword. I need it! I can turn this around. Take this second chance by the throat!

    “They’re really making me work overtime today.”

    As I work against the oppressive weight of gravity to stand again I see why my throat had not been crushed beneath the weight of someone’s heel.

    Abigail had knocked my pursuer back and now stood in a recognizable defensive stance, like something I would see a boxer take.

    Blackwell quietly stood again and dusted her coat off.

    “Your assault is illogical. There is no need to take this action, I suggest you vacate the premises while the option is available to you.”

    “Or what? What do you think you can do? Killing magi is my expertise.”

    In an instant Blackwell's darts forward, right hook moving in a clean deadly arc. A swift movement directs the blow off target before Abigail moves the other hand forward in agile strike, colliding with the woman’s jugular briefly before her target pulls herself away.

    She doesn’t move from her spot, surely it’s because she is too weak to carry out a full offensive like she normally does, but even so she’s an unshakable boulder separating me from Blackwell. A role model for the ages, just what I need!

    Not missing the chance I moved out into the rubble. If I can find my weapon I can circle around in which case that woman is done for. Even so, time is of the utmost importance.

    When my body was blown away and the room was forcefully remodeled by Akhenaten my sword and bag was probably scattered, it could be anywhere….

    I see one of the bodies scattered along the back wall.

    They have guns……

    That’s way more useful!

    I quickly scrap my previous idea and run towards the back wall. I glance to where Blackwell once stood, a pile of various guns lay in a pile. Even the gun she shot at me with was resting on the stone floor discarded.

    If these mobsters' guns are magic in some way would they still work? It’s not impossible but I don’t have time to question it. I step through whatever’s on the floor to pick up the nearest gun. I don’t know what kind it is but it’s a rapid fire automatic weapon so it can kill things good.

    Actually might kill things too good. I can’t say I won’t just mow down Abigail if my aim is poor, they use automatics after all….

    Turning around, valiantly, in a pile of stone rests my sword. Sticking out of a pile of rubble and metal like a marker of a grave.

    Roko thinks he’s real funny I bet.

    I casually toss the gun to the side and unearth the blade from the position it was tossed to. It’s just as sharp as I remember, though a small amount of blood now stains it’s steel edge.

    Seeing the path Blackwell must have taken I follow her footsteps and swiftly round the corner with a blade in hand.

    “It’s over Blackwell! You’re surrounded.”

    The martial arts match had seemingly turned to wrestling as the two tussled on the floor. It’s clean Blackwell had tried to backtrack and cut me off again when her initial assault didn’t work.

    Abigail's solution was to grapple with her.

    “Don’t gloat! Do something jackass!”

    Blackwell's elbow slams into Abigail's face as she forcefully pulls herself free from her grip and rushes rapidly down the narrow path.

    A moment passes as she slams her foot into the ground, her momentum carrying her fist forward like lightning.

    It intended to surely break bone but it failed to meet flesh, colliding violently with metal. My sword shakes yet never bends. Right now this force is only human.

    I had quit most combat sports ages ago, but I at least never stopped pursuing this. I’ll end it instantly.

    I see her fist move back, a second blow comes in from the side. There’s a clear opening by my torso and as quickly as ever it homes in. My body tenses.

    The pain is overwhelming, threatening to knock me off my feet. I was never good enough to stop this woman from hitting me, but I could at least count on it. With an intense force it collides with the flesh of my ribs and with it follows that cringe worthy agony. Even so, I can stand.

    Swiftly my blade weaves through the air to sever the arm which assaulted me. The yoko giri is a simple side cut but it was perfectly effective here.

    Her arm was already returning to her side as the metal began to cut through flesh.

    Fate has preserved its sharp edge so that it may cut down an appropriate evil. It severs the woman’s arm in a shaky, unclean cut. It’s sharp metal rubs up against bone and can’t make it all the way through.

    I’m pushed away with a strong thrust and I can’t help but topple. Regardless enough damage was done that blood was spilling across the floor into a large puddle. The front of my shirt was surely stained.

    Blackwell simply takes a step backwards. After all the pain I caused her, she’s still blank. How? It's not like she is emotionless. I've seen her express it. Yet she simply stares at her arm which dangles weakly from her forearm as if she had merely bumped herself.

    I’m uncomfortable seeing such a sight. It’s making my heart beat.

    Silently she turns around and heads the other direction. She jumps over Abigail who was still on the floor and disappears around the corner in a sharp turn. Her footsteps could be heard moving out of the room.

    “I did it! I kicked her ass! That’s a first.”

    Abigail grabs the metal container to the side and pulls herself up. She just sighs, shoulders slumped.

    “Let’s just go. I want to be out of here before any more monsters show up.”

    That would be a good idea. I don’t know how long this ability will last. I can still feel my connection to Akhenaten so surely Takeru will come back if it wears off.

    I move to put my sword in my bag only to realize it’s not there. I know it must have been smacked around but I don’t even remember where I left it the first time. It was two weeks ago after all. Perhaps the box we first hid in? That probably means it was obliterated then?

    Fuck my paper. Roko you better have another miracle in store or I’m gonna be pissed.

    Suddenly the sound of casual foot steps from out in the hallway echoes in. There’s another tense moment as we wait. As the adrenaline fades my body begins to hurt, another battle is not ideal.

    In an insane situation an older looking man peers in from the doorway, hand on the frame.

    “Ehhhh, I’m lookin for one, uh…..”

    He looks down at a card in his hand, squinting a little.

    “Maakoto Nakazaawa.”

    I was gonna say me and my big mouth but what is this? It sure is a coincidence but I’m not sure what this means.

    “......that’s me.”

    “Great! Come with me.”

    “Who are you?”

    “I’m your host with the most! The name’s Lucas Barros. I’m here to help with this funny little Grail War business. Consider me a patron of your future endeavors.”

    With a free hand the man adjusts the hat atop his head before putting the card back into a shirt pocket.

    “I’m going to be real with you, these past two weeks have been a little wild. Why should I trust you?”

    “Two weeks eh?”

    The man rubs his chin as he looks the room over, cringing a little as looks at quiet bodies along the destroyed wall to his right.

    “Why not? Do I not have a face that screams friend?”

    “I am just a little unsure about accepting every convenience thrown my way. That fact that you even know me at all is suspicious.”

    “Oh that’s an easy one to explain.”

    The man gives a dismissive wave of his hand.

    “I simply…..”

    He pauses for a moment as he picks out the right word.

    “Borrowed some information from a powerful clairvoyant.”

    “And who is that?”

    “Now now.”

    The man holds out his hands suddenly to stop me.

    “I can’t just give this kind of valuable information without a price tag to anybody. Of course if you were to be a business partner of mine then maybe I’ll consider it.”

    The man gives a practiced smile and rubs his hands a little before shoving them into his pants pockets.

    “And if I refuse?”

    “I’d leave. I’m not the mafia, just an entrepreneur.”

    I can’t help but raise an eyebrow at his words. He doesn’t look that deadly at least. Motivations aside this is at least a lead as to what to do next. I was a bit worried about the aimlessness I imagined would follow our escape from this stupid warehouse.

    “Can my friend come?”

    A glance the man looks over my shoulder to Abigail who is standing behind me. He lightly lifts his hat in a friendly gesture.

    “And who may you be?”

    “My name is Abigail Harkness.”

    The Abigail Harkness, in the flesh?”

    “Does my name really get around that much?”

    “I have no idea who you are.”

    With a hearty laugh the man turns arounds and shrugs his shoulders.

    “Sure, whatever. Let’s get going, we are on a time limit anyhow, lots to do.”

    He taps his watch in an exaggerated motion before heading out the door without even turning to look back.

    I can’t say it’s very easy to trust this man, especially after he so suddenly showed up. Even if he honestly has no ill intentions, I can’t help but worry Roko is involved.

    It would be better to approach this cautiously.

    With a jump in his step the man saunters over to a taxi car parked out in the front of the warehouse and opens the driver seat door.

    “We are taking your car? And it’s a taxi? What about mine?”

    Abigail worriedly points over to her own vehicle parked not that far away.

    “No time, hurry up. I mean you get a free taxi trip, what's to complain about?”

    Not even bothering with the complaint, the man slides into his seat and shuts the door.

    I pat her on the shoulder.

    “Hey, I’m sure they would track your car or something. It's probably a good idea to go.”

    I have no clue if it’s a good idea. I’ve just committed to my current decision.

    Abigail just looks at her car longingly.

    “My guns…... Are you sure this is a good idea at all?”

    “I’m going to bet on my servant showing up before anything bad happens. Let’s just keep him busy until we find out what his aims are. Plus on the way out he offered medical supplies, look at us, we need that.”

    “Fine. I don’t know what a servant is but if it’s one of those monsters then I imagine it’s a safe bet.”

    With a sigh Abigail loses the tension in her arms before swinging open the taxi with a slight excessive force.

    Quickly I slip into the back as the engine roars to life. It’s fairly spacious and compared to Abigail's car I would argue it’s clean….. That’s a depressingly low bar.

    “Did the clairvoyant inform you of my abilities' time limit. If you’re this worried I assume it’s not very long. I don’t want to have to worry about a servant again.

    “The what now?”

    Lucas glances back with a confused expression. Casually he runs over something left in the road causing our seats to shake.

    “..... the thing that made it so a hero of old didn’t turn us all into a fine red mist that seemingly won’t last too long.”

    “Damn!.... Glad I missed that. No, our problem is that the magi as good ol Academia de Belas Artes sent a, well I suppose enforcer is the closest equivalent, after us and I’d like to avoid him.”

    “You didn’t borrow the clairvoyant's information did you?”

    Lucas gives an exasperated sigh as he turns a corner onto the road.

    “Ok! Maybe I did a little corporate espionage alongside some embezzlement and high treason and….”

    “I’m not interested in hearing the entire list….. wait high treason!?”

    “Yeah I sold out the Brazilian government.”

    I watch as Abigail just closes her eyes and sighs as she leans back into her seat. She understandably hasn’t said much but I can see via uncomfortable facial expressions her attempts to unpack all available the information.

    She’s much deeper into the moonlit world than I am so you’d think she would be more prepared for these kinds of things, but I suppose everyone has their limits.

    If we get this kind of break I should try breaking down some information to her. I don’t really trust Lucas much though so it would be better to not have to say anything aloud. If only my bag was preserved……

    “Hey, you got a pad of paper and a pen?”

    Lucas silently rummages around various places in the car until fumbling open the glove box.

    I’d be worried about his divided attention but so far there doesn’t seem to be anyone on the road.

    After shoving his hand inside for a moment the excess movement comes to a halt.

    “Would you look at that! We do.”

    Casually he grabs the two items and tosses back without a word.

    Great, with this I can just write out everything she needs to know. Hopefully I can divine up my attention enough to ask a few questions to Lucas while I do so.

    Wise Up

    -Your servant's true name has been revealed.

    -Her ability is some form of magic interference.


    -It seems most of her weaponry involves some form of magecraft.


    A new line of Fate manifests:
    It appears I only have time for one question, What do I ask?

    1. Why did you sell of the Brazilian government and what exactly did you sell?
    2. Who is after us?
    3. What do you know of the current Holy Grail war?
    4. Why are supporting me?

    5. What do you know about me?

    6.Visit Roko
    7.Write in

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    Mana: 300/400 (Good)
    Mental Health: (Normal)


    “They say aim for the moon and you’ll still end up amongst the stars yet for some reason everyday I kept waking up in London! I would always ask what I was doing wrong to experience such hell but heaven was silent. I tell ya kid, I wasn’t too happy about having to come here again but sometimes you get pulled by higher causes. Anyways, that’s why I’m never going to be stepping foot in a Tesco ever again.”

    “......Right…...Lucas, why are you even working with me?”

    That was annoying but hopefully now we can focus. With a quick scrawl I begin jotting down notes about the subjects my future self educated me about. I’d like to focus on my conversation with Lucas so I’ll have to keep these sentences as short as possible. Goodbye grammar, I always hated you.

    “It’s just business my friend. I’ve done a little math and I think you’ll be the most profitable master to back.”

    In a sharp turn the taxi spins around the corner, wiggling the word I was writing into an incomprehensible mark. The once busy London roads have been possessed by an eerie stillness. Without the crowds I can get a much better look of the city's architecture. The old walls and dirty streets are far more clear to me now. Far more ominous, every building which surrounds us more like an encroaching wall. This hunk of junk doesn’t help. The old vehicle is practically form fitting, an iron vice. Perhaps it’s better to think about the more important things.

    “Why would I make you money?”

    “Because I think you can win. You got the protagonist set up, let me tell you. If the clairvoyant thinks you're a threat then you must be a real powerhouse of some kind. You from a great family kid?”

    “You came this far and you don’t even know!....No, we are nobodies who live in the backwaters of Okinawa for some reason where our magecraft is weak by nature.”


    The man stares ahead at the empty road. He had his hand raised as if was going to make a point but it remained frozen in place as he searched for something to say.

    “I’m sure you got something…….. Anyhow, I was originally going to support Brazil, I mean my company basically dominates the market there so it seems like a solid deal but I don’t think their new wannabe dictator was too interested in splitting the spoils, you get me?”

    Lucas begins to ramble so I quickly cut him off.

    “Wait a minute. You dominate the market of an entire country.”

    “I’m a billionaire, did you not hear my name, friend? I assume I’m famous world round.”

    “And you want to financially back us?.....”

    “Yeah, have you been listening? Your life's on the line lady!”

    We have to team up with this man! That’s big M O N E Y! ….. Or the good of the world or something….. Ah shit, I’ve started writing that on the paper.

    “Let me get this straight. So you think I could win, because the other person you think will win thinks I’m a threat so I'm a strong contender for usurping them, and they aren’t gonna give you enough money which seems to be the main motivating factor.”

    “Yeah! Bitch already started seizing my warehouses! Look you sounded poor and so I figured you needed my support. At the end of the day this grail war is going to have only one winner and I want to be on the winning side, and make even more money than this war already has.”


    I can feel my doubts drifting away, as if bribed. This man clearly just wants to be with the money for the financial influence after the war. I really don’t care.

    “Why does this clairvoyant mean so much to you that her words would make you support me?”

    “Her name is Claudia and she ain’t no sham when it comes to that clairvoyant business. Everything she’s ever predicted has come true with absolute certainty. Politics became a child's game I’m sure. She would even predict what you’d say before you even said it. It was pretty annoying actually. If I have to hear your next line is one more time I swear…. I’m getting ahead of myself, she’s practically an omniscient God is the point you see. She seems to know the identities and actions of every master and servant in this war as far as I can tell. If she has actively predicted you being a threat then that’s gotta mean something.”

    Calmly the man steers around the corner. I’m amazed he can talk with hands so much and drive at the same time. Still, if she’s marked me down as a threat by name then that has to mean something. I can only assume she knows about Roko and that’s why.

    “Did she just tell you all this?”

    “Nah, it was in a notebook with a convenient list of times and places. I think it was going to be used for a letter or something.”

    “And you assumed she didn’t predict you stealing the notebook?”


    The man begins to sweat visibly, the liquid slowly crawling along the back of his neck.

    “I…. Uh…. Believe that she only predicts the things she’s thinking about, so if you do something out of left field she won’t see it coming. Like betraying a major business partner when you’re me. That’s how it always looked to me.”

    “But you don’t have any real evidence.”


    Great, do I have two assholes now controlling the future? At the very least the dude seems to not be that malicious. Even so if he’s wrong this could easily be a trap. I’ll need to gather up more evidence.

    “You betrayed one of your largest business partners but you said you’re making money.”

    The old man's one solemn tone quickly returns to its regular upbeat character.

    “That’s right. World War III has been great for business! Ever since she dropped that nuke on a civilian population my stocks have been through the roof with all the panic buying. Best third quarter of my entire life!”

    Abigail, who had been resting with her eyes closed the entire time, suddenly jolts awake. I accidentally scribble through one of the notes I made on the paper in a single thick line as Abigail moves suddenly on her seat. At least I’m almost done.

    “Nuclear war! Are you insane! What business are you going to make after a nuclear war! Everything will be destroyed!”

    With a stressed look she suddenly grabs the back of the passenger chair, glaring forward into the front seat. I can see Lucas squirm away only to be trapped by his seat belt.

    “That's a fourth quarter problem! Besides this a servant war now! Nukes are outdated these days. I mean they dropped said Nuke on one of those mother fuckers! Lancer took that hit like a hero! …… Which he probably is.”

    “That’s not very good either! They can’t just protect everyone can they?”

    With another tired look Abigail just falls back into her seat. Seeing the opportunity I hand her the notepad I had been writing in. It’s fairly minimalist to say the least, but I think it’s comprehensible……

    I can tell with her quick glance that it’s not really. I suppose in the end it was mostly single words and vague gestures to true meaning like “legend embody.” My handwriting isn’t good either, maybe this was a bad idea.

    “I know those servants looked pretty powerful and all, but do you really think they could just fight off the entire world?”

    “Nah. While I’m sure the nuke fear mongering helps keep things controlled, even if there was no one else alive who can’t hurt them I’m sure most servants wouldn’t be able to do it. After all they are only one super human, they lack the range and masters are still squishy fleshbags.”

    “So how are they getting away with it?”

    Lucas scratched the back of his head as he thought about it.

    “From what I remember every servant in this was blessed in some form to help them cover the range issue, that was something she brought to me actually didn’t have to steal that one. Depending on the servant they might already have the capacity to do so and are just getting support. Not sure where from….. the grail perhaps? Beats me, but you should probably check if your servant has one.”

    One bit of suspicious information after another. Is it Roko? Just how involved is that guy getting? If they have such a reach that they can support servants it must be pretty notable, but how do they do it?

    Having read the paper a little more Abigail suddenly spoke up.

    “By the way, where is your servant?”

    “Right here.”


    The two of us both jump in our seats, smushing ourselves against the window as a voice suddenly manifests from the seat in between me and Abigail. Lucas in surprise nearly steers off the road and into the pavement.

    “What the fuck is going back there! Do I need to turn this taxi around!”

    “Keep going, carriage driver. The Pharaoh is finally here, I will excuse you for leaving me behind just this once.”

    In a spontaneous golden mist a figure begins to form in the air. Quickly it manifests into a full person, arms crossed, still giving off a subtle glow of divine radiance. The tight space of the car really makes something quite clear. She’s tall

    Carefully they look over the car's interior. Their gaze sweeps across every random thing that catches their eyes

    “I find your choice of transportation unfitting for our status, get another.”

    I made a note of it before but she’s really tall. I was always told I was decently tall but she really puts me to shame. Towering over the seats the girl's head shot past the head rest and rubbed against the roof of the vehicle. I knew the taxi was a bit small but this is a little too far isn’t it?

    “Hmmm? What is this device?”

    Suddenly her looming figure leans forward into the front compartment of the taxi. With a long lanky arm she points to a vent up front.

    Lucas just shifts uncomfortably, as if trying to push himself away from the arm.

    “Now this seems like a true luxury. Tell me magus, what device is this?”

    Lucas clearly looks nervous with such an entity so close to him, trying his best to focus on the road.

    “....It’s an air conditioner.”

    “Ah yes, I do feel I have knowledge of such a device. So long as it stays then I shall find this vehicle sufficient.”

    With a satisfied nod the woman returns to her seating position. Without a world Lucas quickly turns the air conditioner to max.

    He seems a little too afraid of this clown, I’m wondering if he has had contact with a servant before.

    “Akhenaten do you have a blessing?”

    “I am the chosen one of Aten! My blessings are as infinite as they are great. Surely such things would be obvious.”

    “....... That’s not what I meant. Do you have any extra blessings? You know, something not Aten.”

    I can’t help but roll my eyes at her words. This is going to be painful for sure, it’s a pharaoh for fuck sake.

    “Hmmmmmm? Yes, I see. It is clear to me that my form has been tampered with. I maintain knowledge of myself and abilities, a skill says that my power weakens without sunlight, yet that flaw is clearly missing.”

    “..... And…. And that’s gonna help us fight off countries?”

    I was sort of hoping for, no, definitely expecting something a little more significant than that. Where is it! I’ve been scammed!

    “How does that help us with our problem!”

    Lucas glances back from up front.

    “What I think that means is that your servant there probably has the capacity to defend such a large range from other servants without special assistance.”

    “Akhenaten explain yourself.”

    I quickly turn to face my servant who was still casually leaning back in her seat, making an already cramped vehicle claustrophobic. Her posture was slouched to distance her head from the ceiling which only serves to highlight how tall she really is.

    “I refuse. I have yet to trust the bald man, I would not reveal my Noble Phantasm to the likes of him.”

    “But you would reveal it’s your Noble Phantasm that does it?” Abigail suddenly chimes in. I think she’s finally catching on to the situation. I suppose the note may have helped.

    Akhenaten just grimaces.

    “....There is not much he can do with the knowledge. A Noble Phantasm would be the most likely guess anyhow. It’s our trump card but it’s not a surprise we have one.”

    “I see…”

    Abigail quickly looks down at the paper again, perhaps I could have made things a little clearer.

    This topic though has made me remember something important.

    “When the room got really hot earlier I strongly felt all my mana was at risk. Was that you using the damn thing because your wife was insulted? That’s way too irresponsible! If you’re going to wipe England off the map, do it when I’m not there.”

    Akhenaten just crosses her arms and quickly dismisses the concern.

    “I’d say it’s entirely justified to wipe out such a threat. But I wouldn’t waste something so great on him. No, I was simply going to use my other….”

    Suddenly she clams up without another word. Her smug expression never falters but I can practically hear it crack and start to fall apart.

    “And how much damage was that thing going to cause?”

    She sits there silently for a moment. She was stuck in place, lifeless like a statue as she copes with her losses.

    “......... level a decent chunk of London.”

    “Yes, Yes I see….. Are you a fucking dumbass! In what world do I survive that kind of nuclear tier explosion at close range! Also you’ve been alive for like 5 minutes. How did you calculate that?”

    “Never underestimate the wisdom of the divine.”

    “After you nearly killed us all.”

    “I’m sure you would have survived.”


    “.....Divine magic.”

    Yeah, we’re screwed. I summoned a walking nuke that’s gonna kill everyone, and it will be because she hates the way the British sound or something….. I can’t let her talk to a real british person, I have to keep her on a tight leash. I’m not sure how happy she would be about command seals though……. I’ll try saving it for emergencies.

    Suddenly Akhenaten speaks up, her tone cold and stern.

    “Fat man!”

    “You don’t want to ask for my name?” Lucas says in a quiet voice, slowly shrinking into his chair.

    “What is our destination?”


    “Is that how you got here?” Abigail suddenly speaks up.

    “Yep, called in a favor. I know a guy who can get us out of here without issue, just have to get there.”

    “And go where after that?” Abigail's tone starts getting a little annoyed, clearly fearing more poor planning.

    “I got word that a servant was summoned in India, they’re calling it a “super soldier” program. Alongside the fact that a number of important officials including the president haven’t been seen in a few days which seems a little suspicious I’d say. So hopefully we’ll meet up with a business partner and go to war with India.”

    I would prefer he didn’t say such things so casually. Still, at least he has a proper plan, I didn’t have any plan at all.

    I glance out the window, still there’s no one around and that emptiness starts to feel like melancholy. If only there was truly no one around, then perhaps I could have fun with these bare streets.

    With a sudden movement Akhenaten points forwards down the road. As the taxi quickly rolls in a figure suddenly comes into view standing in the middle of the street.

    “There is a man in the street.”

    I try my best but it’s too hard to make them out. It only after a moment as we move in that it becomes a little clearer.

    “Hey guys, I’m gonna run that dude over.” Lucas says with a clear caution in his voice, the car slowly picking up speed as it barrels forward.

    “Why? Have you finally decided to kill the citizenry for fun?” Abigail says as she adjusts herself in seat.

    “No….. that’s the guy from Academia de Belas Artes.”

    Despite a car speeding towards him at an easy 60 miles per hour the man stood solidly in place, glaring the vehicle down. I really don’t like that.

    There’s a brief moment when I can finally see his scowl clearly before I feel a powerful crash occur beneath the vehicle, the tires popping loudly as the taxi rapidly spins out of control. Lucas forcefully tugs on the wheel, trying to ease the car to a stop, the vehicle quickly turning to the side, sliding along the street with the sound of scraping metal.

    “This is very fun, I have never been on such a fast ride before.” Without a care in the world Akhenaten leans back in her seat as the car nearly flips over.

    Suddenly our momentum comes to a quick stop, slamming my body into Akhenaten's. On the other side of the car, right between the front and back door is a notable indent which nearly shredded Abigail's body. A powerful counter force breaks the glass of the car and pushes the taxi lightly back the other way.

    Casually with a leg raised the man had kicked the taxi and shoved it away from his body. With a loud crash the giant piece of scrap slams down onto the road with a clash of metal.

    Without a moment's hesitation Lucas forces the car door open and throws himself out onto the ground.

    Before I can even motion to open the thing, Akhenaten casually flicks our own door open, sending the hunk of metal flying down the road, cracking the pavement as it goes.

    “It seems our transportation is busted, let us gather a new one so we may try this again.”

    “I would hope I never have to do this ever!”

    “Nonsense master, let us go.” With a quick push I am shoved out of the car onto the road, a clank following shortly afterwards as my sword hits the ground. Casually Akhenaten steps out behind me, her tall figure looming. While Abigail follows closely behind to cower behind the vehicle, Akhenaten stands proud without a care in the world.

    “Lucas Barros, for your crimes against our great nation and your collaboration with one Makoto Nakazawa, you have been sentenced to death. If you wish to receive your last rites, speak now.” The man speaks sternly from across the way.

    The sound of bells suddenly filled the air. They ring softly in my ears without a clear source. A bright light shortly follows, a divine radiance behind the man who stood before us. A second figure rises above him, floating above his head.

    Divine Figure

    Wise Up

    -Your servant possesses two Noble Phantasms
    -A previous weakness of theirs when out of the sun has disappeared.
    -Stat Update: Strength: D

    All Enemy Servants:
    -All servants in the war posses some ability which lets them control exceptionally large ranges.

    -She is in possession of an exceptionally powerful clairvoyance.

    New Enemy:
    -Attack Potency: D+


    A new line of Fate manifests:
    A new opponent appears, how do I confront them?

    1. Ask Akhenaten to deal with them. (100 mana)
    2. Use my new ability on them. (100 mana)

    3. Buster: Go all out. Make use of Semei Kikyo, and swordsmanship. Cost: 40 mana, 50 stamina.
    4. Arts: Stay back and hit him only with my magecraft. Cost: 40 mana.
    5. Quick: Attack with only my swordsmanship. Cost: 50 Stamina.
    6. Don't fight, just run away. Cost: 100 Stamina.

    6.Visit Roko
    7.Write in
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    Location: London Streets
    Time: Afternoon
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    Mana: 200/400 (Decent)
    Mental Health: (Cautious)


    I crouch even further down in hopes of avoiding the gaze of whatever it was that just appeared on the other side. Where did it even come from? It seemingly just manifested considering I couldn’t see anything like that on the street beforehand. I find it concerning.

    Looking around the only real way out if I do make a run for it would be the alley ways. It’s just rows of old stone and brick buildings all the way up to the intersection where our aggressor blocks the way. Really, even if I wanted to flee, Akhenaten would still be the person I’d have to depend on for the escape to be viable.

    I’m mostly worried about the presence of any ordinary citizens. Based one the various little flourishes on the windows or a nearby flag of Saint George hanging in front of a door, most of these don’t seem to be residences. Based on the circumstance this seems like a point in our favor. Even so I can’t exactly confirm all of them.

    Lucas compared this guy to an enforcer, I don’t think there’s a chance in hell I can deal with someone like that. Even so, I have a super weapon now, surely an enforcer wouldn’t stand a chance…..

    Wait. They have a clairvoyant on their side right? Could they be prepared? That’s just more reason to send my servant. I couldn’t beat someone ready for that, we have to take this seriously.

    “Akhenaten! Can you take care of this?!” I whisper to her with a strained voice.

    The woman suddenly perks up, having been lackadaisically leaning against the ruined car.

    “Hm? If you say so? It’s just a human and a flying thing, don’t believe there’s much to worry about.”

    Without a single concern for our safety and the fact we were all using the thing as cover, a large golden hand casually manifests above the taxi, it’s golden light nearly blinding. Slowly it descends and grips the top of the vehicle, shattering more of the broken glass and giving off a smell of melting metal and plastic. The sheer heat of the arm feels like I’m standing next to an open oven. The hunk of metal bends beneath the fist like an empty soda can as it’s lifted upwards, Akhenaten picking it up like a crane.

    “Don’t just pick up the car!”

    I am not a fan of her first choice being to use my only real line of defense as a weapon. She doesn’t even seem to pay attention to my complaints. Lucas looks even more worried at the sight but he doesn’t move anywhere else. Can’t say I don’t understand.

    With my back exposed and still low to the ground I quickly crawl forward to get in the vicinity behind my servant. With her lean figure being the best wall between me and death I turn around to actually face the threat, the man's glare visible beneath the rising vehicle.

    “My aim should be better in this class right?”

    Standing casually with her arms crossed in a relaxed posture, she looks up at the angel with curiosity. Idly she taps her foot as familiar floats gently in the air.

    “If you have no intention of accepting my request then let us proceed.”

    The man glances up at the car hovering freely in the air. The shadow which lords over him is unable to disturb his disposition.

    “How boring, you’re too quick to rush these things.” She responds with a disappointed sigh.

    “Very well. The Pharaoh does not do charity for the unworthy. Stand down before you suddenly leave this earthly plane.”

    In a sudden motion the large arm of gold stretches backwards, bits of hot debris plummeting to the earth as it travels over our heads.

    The calm, breezeless air is intensely torn asunder in an instant as the vehicle becomes a missile of destruction, disturbing the entire street in its wake. The hunk of metal burns as it picks up speed like a rocket leaving Earth, colliding with the angelic being less than a second after it parted with her hand in explosive hell fire.

    Smoke fills the air, painting the sky the color of dark ash as it rises high above the London streets. I see Akhenaten's arm raised in the air, having caught a piece of scrap on its way to pierce the pavement behind her. I guess she can protect us when she needs to as I can only assume there was more.

    I don’t know how he did it but the man with the glare was standing calmly a few meters away, staring up at the fireball which consumed his familiar.

    Abigail and Lucas just look at the smoke cloud in awe. I can’t blame them, everyone is doing it, it’s hard to miss.

    “You’re fast for a mage mortal. I can respect your performance but it is simply lacking. Should you not return home by now? Can you not tell the difference in capability? For your bravery I shall bestow upon you this one great mercy.”

    Akhenaten turns to face the man, haughtily looking down upon him from her position. He doesn’t move, hands still in his pockets glaring up at her.

    As the smoke cloud begins to fade into the wind, a soft bell can be heard. It’s gentle touch breeches my tense form and calms my heart.

    Beautiful and undisturbed, the Angel floats freely in front of a pristine sky, the smoke quickly vanishing into nothing. Even if it was a casual throw that was still an attack from a servant it took without so much as flinching…… I think I made the right choice doing literally nothing at all. I am not touching that!

    Despite being attacked there is no retaliatory action. In fact it doesn’t move at all. It just lords above us without taking action. It’s an Angel right? Is it just turning the other cheek or something?

    “That’s fairly unexpected I must say. You’re really pushing your luck just because that toy is sturdier than average. Even if the familiar is sturdy you are still just a man of flesh and bone.”

    Calmly she begins walking towards the man whose stance finally begins to change. The sun disks which follow her begins to burn brighter, the presence of magical energy growing ever more heavy. The Angel does not move even with the pressure.

    The tension between them is immense, though Akhenaten walks over with a gait of one without a care in the world. It seems the mage is finally taking this seriously as they perk up, waiting for an opportunity.

    “Despite the power of that which approaches, you do not turn your back. Eternally unflinching, no matter how overwhelming the foe, no matter how great the might. In my time such conviction would have been called heroic. I can respect such dedication.”

    With every step forward the man's body grows more tense. Their feet shift further, steeling themselves for the inevitable conflict.

    “Such were the times of fantasy. In the age of man, to do so without true purpose, it is a just selfish wish. A fool's errand. I know not the extent of your heart's desire, but I can see something clearly here. It is not enough.”

    “There is no greater dedication than the one a man makes to the lord. I cannot accept such words from anti-hero such as yourself.”

    Having finally found their footing their movement becomes deathly still. As if they were a statue, they preserve the most ideal stance they can bring forward, glare stronger than ever.

    “What a short path forward.” She speaks far softer, her normally booming voice having gone quiet for just a moment.

    Looking in the distance beyond their little scuffle I see more smoke, rising high over the London streets. I am certain that’s not a good sign. Why is the biggest mystery on my mind. Did these two bring more with them? If so, what are they doing?

    A low rumble quickly follows my awareness of the tower of smoke.

    The moment the sound hits our ears the mage moves instantly. In a blur he moves across the street. The vague burst of movement my eyes can make out travels in a clear arc, attempting to circle around the servant and make it to their original target.

    It took only a moment for the man to clear several meters, and another moment to be sent flying backwards. A golden arm instantly appeared with only the after shock indicating movement. It bisected the street, touching a wall a fair distance away leading to the mage comically slamming into its length and being slammed onto the pavement.

    Bruised and burnt the man is clearly injured but unfazed, quickly jumping back onto his feet. He is nothing if not dedicated to his goal, but it’s still too suspicious. Even now the Angel has yet to move. I really need to work on a way to coordinate with my servant, if she would even listen. I’d like to encourage her to get on the defensive.

    “What part of too slow do you not understand? Show me something a little more impressive, you must have something to even be sent here!”

    The man doesn’t respond, he just glares right back at her the same as he always did. Calmly he raises his hand and snaps his fingers.

    “Very well.”

    “Too late.”

    As if it spontaneously manifested, another golden arm appears right in front of the man's chest, index finger on its thumb.

    In a single motion it flicks him, generating enough destruction force to tear straight through his chest cavity with an explosive force. The force resounds down the street, the excess power dispersing in the air parting lingering smoke. With a massive hole in his chest the body was launched backward at an intense velocity as if hit by a car.

    Actually it’s worse than that considering he was already hit by a car and was fine.

    Hands on her hips with a disappointed pout Akhenaten turns to face me.

    “Well that was pretty boring, what exactly was their plan again?”

    I think I am beginning to understand why Lucas was so unnerved by Akhenaten. I don’t think I had a single chance against that many and she killed him without even trying. She was just a ruler in life as well, so what could a proper hero do? I don’t want to think about it.

    There’s another moment of silence before the gentle sound of bells fills the air again. It rings louder than ever before.

    Akhenaten still just casually glances up at the Angelic creature.

    “Do I still need to swat this thing with its master dead?”

    There’s a low growl which follows the toll of the bells angelic sound. It’s far more ominous sound now, something which does not bring the grace of God but a herald of demonic forces

    A terrible presence builds behind Akhenaten, an explosion of menace and dread which hangs over my head as if it were to suddenly crush me underfoot. I can feel the sickly presence behind her so clearly. Even my servant can’t help but quickly turn around.

    The corpse of the man had been replaced by a monster, crawling across the floor. Growling which emanated out of the dark figure grows ever more vicious and violent as the beast which produced it writhed upon the pavement. The man which was so playfully executed but a moment before was no longer fully man at all.

    Their expression was one of agony and rage, they bellowed as humanity left them. The whites of their eyes vanished into a dark depth, the face strained, veins bulging as if all their focus was on staying alive.

    Their body sprouted inhuman features, bursts forth from flesh like plants from soil. They grew horns like that of sheep and lost teeth which were replaced by long fangs. With claws they shredded the pavement, as if trying to find the will to stand again.

    “Truly, how unsightly. It must hurt. Such is the path you’ve chosen. If you let it hold you back now it’s that last thing you’ll ever do.”

    Akhenaten just looks down on the thing with disdain. Even so, her expression was softer than before.

    Before it can even stand another hand manifests. No longer was it an attack with a playful aura but the golden blessing of God which would smite a demonic entity with divine wrath.

    In a blur of light the fist smashes straight into the road, pavement is shattered and uprooted as it travels into the ground, scattering smoldering rock.

    “....Too slow.”

    It was a low, more strained voice but it was recognizable. A few meters back stood a monster, it’s arms dangling with a hunched back in an uncomfortable manner, but alive all the same. I am very glad I opted out of fighting even more now.

    “Oh? You continue to make things more interesting. Very well, I suppose I can try a little harder.”

    Raising her hand into the air, Akhenaten snaps her finger with a loud audible noise, seemingly mimicking the man's earlier actions. Servants are so powerful I guess they can snap loudly as the sound echoes down the street. I'm learning new things every minute. I hate it. I want to go home.

    There’s only a second before something crashes into the pavement in a golden light. Even greater than those golden fists the road is seemingly turned to burning gravel as windows shatter from the force of impact. It hurts a little to even be near it.

    Even so the target of such an attack stands unharmed a few feet away from the crater left behind.

    “Hahahahaha! You are impressive for a human. If only you had a better reason to be here.”

    A second bombardment unfolds, one after the other another beam of light incinerates the earth. In a blur the beast navigates in between them, moving cleanly out of the way even if it means attaching themselves to the side of buildings with an iron grip. It hurts a little to see all these structures get damaged but I’ll count it as a worthy sacrifice or something.

    For the first time since the start of battle the Angel begins to move. Randomly above one of the buildings a wall of light forms. A single beam from heaven collides with a holy shield for a moment, battling against a protective force, saving a building from total annihilation. It looked like a thin layer of glass, with only the divine glow giving any indication of its supernatural origin. Cracks grew along it as the beam of light pushed against it with numerous flying sparks.

    It didn't take too long for the thing to shatter, but the momentum of Akhenaten's strike had decayed to the point that only a few roof tiles were blown from the rooftops.

    I suppose this is the advantage of standing back, I can observe the battle and attempt to make educated guesses about our opponents behavior. Too bad I have no idea why it just started protecting buildings randomly. Why not target its master? There has to be a pattern or hidden variable.

    To be honest he’s clearly some demonic creature, and that’s an Angel, the two are surely fundamentally opposed so I guess it makes sense that it wouldn’t protect him. Though it healed him, that's peculiar. Can I test it?

    I best hurry on that front, I don’t know how long I can support such an intense assault considering my shit tier mana output.

    The Beast continues to gracefully weave through the downpour of destruction which is digging a massive hole into the street. Every bombardment tears apart the road and digs deep into the ground while scorching the surrounding area. It seems like every second there's another loud explosion as more asphalt and rock bursts out like geysers. Each strike glides past its body, close enough to burn hair and clothing, but before it even strikes the ground it is already several feet away.

    Even with burns of such close shaves they have not been hit by a single blow. Such rapid movement however is only good enough to save their life, each dodge a struggle to move forward.

    Despite its slippery nature, Akhenaten observes the spectacle with an amused smile. I can already read her mind, it’s surely saying “dance monkey, dance.”

    “You try so hard to move forward, but you have not a moment to rest. How long can you keep this up, trapped in endless stasis, a human only has so much endurance you know?”


    The beast just roars a guttural howl before leaping from one side of the street to other, landing atop the flag of Saint George which hung on a building's side in front of the door.

    It looks straight at me….. No, I had been ignoring them the entire time but there was a specific person they were after still cowering just a few feet away that they had locked onto.

    Another flash of light appears in the sky as another ray of light descends rapidly towards the Earth. An explosive crash instantly follows, battling intensely against the divine barrier of the Angel. For the first time since this battle began the Beast had been successfully defended by his companion.

    It was the opening it needed.

    Before the death ray from above overcame the angel's divine light the Beast leaped forward with full force, shattering the stone wall as it disappeared, my eyes struggling to follow.

    “An impressive attempt.”

    Golden hands surge forth from behind Akhenaten, the air is parted with explosive power as they tear though the air.

    Without hesitation holes are ripped through the wall of a building right in front of us. I couldn’t keep track of anything but the back of the beast's legs are seemingly vaporized as the fists successfully connect with its target.

    With nothing to slow their momentum the hands pass through the building traveling deep inside. The sheer heat of the attack seems to catch something on fire, the recognizable smell reaching my nose fairly quickly.

    I can only watch as the beast is flung through a wall as it’s knocked off course, their outstretched claw having been only a moment away from striking Lucas's throat.

    Not wanting to be near the thing at all I begin backing away towards the other side of the street. I, or I guess all of us but especially me just need to keep our distance until Akhenaten finally wipes them off the face of the Earth. Should be easy right?

    I hear another ring of the bell followed by the noisy crashing of something scrambling about inside. Moments pass as the crashing dies down but the creature never emerges.

    With a sudden leap, as if she was flying, Akhenaten gently touches down from the sky in front of me. Her eyes scour the building as it finally falls silent.

    “I’ve been holding back a bit to keep damage to a minimum, should I just wipe the building off the map this time?”

    Part of me wants to hope they decided to turn tail and run but with the Angel still hanging out in their usual spot I find it unlikely.

    “No, that's a terrible idea.”

    Soon that warm glow becomes visible through the shattered window as smoke begins to waft out of the hole in the wall.

    God I hope no lives there.

    “Looks like this isn’t the only conflict going on right now.”

    Abigail suddenly speaks up startling me. When danger comes my focus really seems to laser focus, I tend to forget about my allies. Surely I should do something about this one day.

    Following the direction of her outstretched arm leads to another smoke cloud much further away. I’m worried the strange demon man is not gonna be the last of my problems getting out of the city.

    “So long as you are under the Pharaohs protection there is nothing to worry about, you guys should wipe that worried expression away.”

    A low rumble of something going terribly wrong shortly follows. I was wondering if maybe the Mage's Association was going to show up after fighting in the streets for so long but at this point I imagine their hands are full.

    As I pondered the rising smoke clouds, Akhenaten's head snapped to the side in the span of a single blink. Turning to follow her sight I only catch the glimpse of a blur.

    “It’s still on the move.”

    Without a moment of hesitation Akhenaten dashes forward, concrete shattering beneath as she moves up to the roof. Golden hands follow behind her, whipping through air wildly towards a target I couldn’t catch a glimpse of.

    The top of a nearby building is smacked away into the distance but the demon is still nowhere to be seen.

    “I’m getting tired of playing around. How about we end this game on a high note.”

    In a quick and graceful movement the beast suddenly appears atop the building, standing right across the way from Akhenaten, hunched a top the edge like a gargoyle. Keeping up with the visual information of servant speed entities seems like a problem. Can I even improve my eyesight, that seems like the sort of thing that can only get worse.

    At least I can make out the creature from here, silently it stands balanced on the top of the roof without a single movement. I can more clearly make out it’s demonic visage at least. They still have the tattered suit, and the horns are mostly definitely that of a sheep. Even so their mouth hangs open with a massive collection of sharp teeth, two distinct tusks visible in its mouth.

    I’m absolutely certain now. I have no idea what he is.

    “Let us end it.”

    The man suddenly speaks up with a cold, strained voice. I didn’t realize he could still speak.

    “Very well. May Aten bless you.”

    There’s flash in the air as another of the many golden fists attempts to destroy the creature. There’s a bright glow of light, a loud crashing sound as the attack smashes against a hard surface.

    A golden divine wall of the angle separates the blow from its target. It was a brief delay but it was all the Beast needed to slip away. Launching itself off the roof it descends towards our group.

    Before I can truly register it left the spot it stood in, the creature crashes into the street, the dark pavement of the road scattering in a cloud of dust and rock. A ray of golden light trails right behind it.

    I’m too slow to do anything about it. Am I going to die here?

    A shame.

    There’s a single blur of movement as it’s claw drives forward, the hand giving off a strange glow. Then, in an instant my vision is filled with darkness.

    I hear the snap of someone’s finger.

    There’s a noise or clashing metal. Of flesh being torn asunder and the smell of burning flesh. More pavement is uprooted and my body is knocked backwards from the shock wave.

    I’m alive! A strange black object stands between me and the beast. It’s odd looking and clearly not human but It saved me anyways I can't complain.

    “Kihihihihihi! Talk about arriving just on time! I’ve never missed my timing thus far.”

    It suddenly turns to face me. I don’t think there’s a single Japanese magus who wouldn’t know what this thing was supposed to be.



    With an overly eager jump Akhenaten slams down onto the pavement, cracking it in a far less graceful manner than she did earlier. Her body now marking a clean line between me and the magic talking umbrella.

    I hate that an umbrella saved me, take it back, pick a different yokai.

    I can hear another bell. The body of the beast which has been tossed aside begins to stir. It’s body was charred and split apart but It writhes on the ground once again. Moaning in agony as it attempts to get up, it slips and falls back onto the pavement.

    It wasn’t something I could see before but I think it’s clear now. The angelic being is healing the demon's wounds. The cuts on its body begin to mend itself and shattered bones realign. Even when it was fully restored it still yelled and clawed at the ground.

    How does this thing work, that doesn’t seem like something an Angel should do.

    “To think I would find my target so soon! Too much is going on, it almost left my mind!”

    The umbrella quickly turns to face me, it’s single eye staring right at me and Akhenaten.

    “ Makoto! As a representative of my lord….. wait a minute I think I forgot-“

    There’s a single blur of motion which rapidly extends out from the shadow of the nearest alley way. A single fist manifests and collides with the umbrellas side. It’s explosive force shatters the yokai into pieces in a single instant, scattering it’s body across the road. It’s a little gross to watch as its single eye bounces across the street.

    A figure emerges, they look a little bruised and covered with various scrapes, but they don’t appear to be bothered at all, standing up straight and sturdy. Their mere presence is notably intimidating.



    “Hey! Let the thing finish its sentence! I probably needed to know that, probably!”

    I can’t believe she just punched it while it was speaking to me. I should at least look at the information we actually got out of it. I know Brazil isn’t the only faction after me in London right now.

    Suddenly there’s a tap on my shoulder.

    “I think we should use this opportunity to get out of here. That’s an enforcer, just play it safe and I’m sure she’ll keep our problem at bay.”

    Abigail creeps up behind me to whisper in my ear. I suppose due to working with the Clock Tower for so long she would recognize someone like that.

    “None of you will be going anywhere until I have answers.”

    The woman speaks with a controlling coldness, her eyes carefully scanning the situation. Her expression is plain, not revealing anything, but she lingers on Akhenaten for an extra moment who stares right back.

    “You look strong enough, I’m not particularly interested anymore, I’m leaving, have fun with that guy.”

    With a dismissive wave Akhenaten turns around and begins walking away. With an unexpectedly tough pull she yanks me up right, lifting me off my feet by my shirt and begins pulling me away.

    “I will not allow that.”

    Having turned to fully confront us she begins to follow our retreat. Knowing the reputation of enforcers I can’t help but wonder if she hasn’t confronted us because of Akhenaten, such a powerful force of magical energy is a cause of hesitation for anyone.

    “I do not care. I am a kind ruler but I will only accept so much back talking, human.”

    “I will not forsake my mission. You’ve caused too much commotion to back down now.”

    Looking back I notice something very important.


    “Master, there is no need to bother with this woman.”

    “Not that! The demon! It’s gone!”

    Ending their squabble the two both look behind them to see the once imposing Beast had vanished during the conversation.

    Note to self, don’t let Akhenaten get distracted by nonsense…… Why must I be given the hardest challenges?

    “Huh…. I’ll call that a win.”

    Unconcerned with where it may have gone, Akhenaten continues to walk away from the enforcer. Looking ahead it seems the Angel has vanished with its master. At the very least it means the beast is probably gone for sure, but now I have no idea what their goals were.

    Considering Akhenaten was walking at a casual pace while she motions the other two to stand up again the Enforcer can quickly catch up with a short speed walk.

    I wish Akhenaten would put me down.

    “What is your group doing here?”

    Unconcerned with whatever Akhenaten had said earlier she continues to spew out interrogative questions.


    “Are you involved in the current situation?”

    “Ugh, this is starting to sound like politics all over again.”

    With annoyed expression Akhenaten begins to walk a little faster. Lucas, who was taking too long to properly get back on his feet, is grabbed by the back of his collar and dragged away, his feet dragging across the ground.

    “Hey, hey! We just dodged a life threatening situation. Let's take it easy for a minute. You’re gonna ruin my good shirt!”

    Though he complains about being manhandled too roughly he doesn’t try to escape. I’m just gonna go back to ignoring him for the time being and take advantage of our enforcers current lack of hostility.

    “I personally would like to know what this current situation even is.”

    “Careful master, you're already giving away information.”

    I suppose keeping cards close to our chest would be a good idea but that seems a little over the top. I’m not particularly used to talking to strangers so I might need to depend on others to cover this. They seem to have a greater level of expertise on this topic.

    Abigail who had been silent for a minute walking by Lucas leans forward to get a clearer look at the enforcer.

    “This seems like a big deal, am I being called in? This seems like it might be an all hands on deck kind of situation.”

    The enforcer doesn’t return a look, her cold gaze focused on what’s ahead.

    “Indeed. The Clock Tower has been compromised."


    Wise Up

    - In possession of rapid ranged attacks
    -Stat Update: Agility-B
    -Stat Update: Mana-A

    New Enemy:
    -Durability: D (D+)
    -Possesses a monstrous form, it's exact capabilities are unknown but the speed and agility is on a servants level.

    -Does not engage in offensive activities.
    -Can heal allies from even fatal wounds.
    -Can manifest shields with a durability on a servants level.

    -Attack Potency: D+

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    Ooohh this is an interesting development

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