Fate/Inheritance

I voraciously ate down a simple hard bread and soup that strangely felt delicious. Slapping the hand of no. 1000 who tried to sneakily grab the bowl of soup, she bared her teeth while busily chewing her bread quickly.

"Is it that tasty?" Came the voice of the Evil God's apostle. I glared at the cold stoned face of Instructor Naruan who was busy watching us. Aside from the blushing no. 17 the scowl of Yamada who finally have got over his trauma no. 1 stated brazenly while also protecting his food from the predatory hands of no. 1000.

"The food is not tasty, we are hungry."

Yep where pretty damn hungry for 'normal' food. It's been actually two months since we finally ate a decent meal. After the seven days' full course of bombardment that the human mind from a fantasy world can give we were quickly sent to the mountains with only a bag of jerky alongside our weapons. Altitude Sickness quickly kicked in making us have a hard enough time in trying to eat and hunt.

I merely survived thanks to my Battle Continuation Skill kicking in when it gets tough and the bundle of survival instincts (no. 1000) alongside us. Aside from the incident when no. 1 ate the shock shroom and saw heaven (the guy said he saw a river and his dead mother on the other side apparently) it was fine, he barely survived due to the instructor giving him a potion. When we have already adapted to the high altitude, low oxygen and the annoying sickness we suddenly woke up in a raft in the middle of the ocean with only a fishing rod, a bowl and an oar.

It was finally my turn at that point. When I grabbed the single fishing rod and alongside a piece of meat from a fish every time no. 1000 dive in the sea to grab one(literally!). Every night I fished using the piece of meat and with light magic as a fish gatherer I fished the food we need to eat and preserve them with salt and some ice magic with no. 17. I conversed her for a bit about the magic style of this world discreetly once and boy was I shocked about the diversity of styles in magic here. They even have magecraft! As I am excited to the proposition of having a slightly better tutor I'm in the middle of surviving here in this evil organization especially with that devil of an instructor who is leering at us from a magical cruise ship a few nots from here.

Aside from the episodes when they want to try in fishing using the rod which ended up badly they were forced to dive in the water to catch bigger ones. Except for no. 1000 who has the biggest stomach capacity we needed to get a lot of food to avoid any forms of mutiny especially if no. 17 tries to scheme something. But the girl seems on the denial stage of her nature so I had been ignoring her.

Also no. 1000's cooking using fire magic was incredible, for her to cook it perfectly in the first try was amazing. I managed to did it with structural grasp so I don't want to say I was a pro in it.

When we were starting also to get used in the middle of the ocean, and starting to get bored the instructor finally approached us (I don't want to mention about how we took a dump) the last location the crazy instructor finally rekt my consciousness was a damn desert. I don't know how did no. 1 and no. 17 got suddenly but when the instructor approached us finally and asked where to go the idiots said.

"We don't want to see any water any more, just anywhere as long as there is no water." They said, bunch of idiots. If I was not sleeping I would had punch the bastards in the face.

==========================================================

"When does this end?"

"Shadap I'll bite you."

I lay sprawled down in the sandy dunes with dry voice, No. 17 who was near me also wanted to retort to no. 1 but kept her mouth shut. While I glared at the thing shackled on my wrist. A grey cuff is in my wrist that seals our ability to access both the mana around us and inside of us.

Before that instructor of ours throw us in this unforgiving desert the guy shackled us with magic sealing cuffs used on prisoners who excelled in magic. Prana aside, I can't access and contact all three of my tenants and the only one who can seemingly survive this hell hole is no. 1000 and Yamada who have already a strange body constitution due to his cultivation.

I don't want to mention how we survived in that place without water for a few days but I was thankful to the modern world's survival entertainment stuff that made me know how to use cacti in gathering water. It was the first time I saw the instructors priceless look when I stabbed a nearby cacti and collect water in it. The guy asked me how I know of it and I just told him I met some guy with a strange hat before that thought me of how to do it.

It was embarrassing how it took me 2 days to remember those things and more horrifying when no. 1000 who just started drinking her own piss looked at me with a dangerous gaze. But the scariest incident of all when the instructor and Ruby finally met at the mountains… With two eccentric beings with almost similar mindset meet.

"W–what the hell is this!?" Came the cries from no. 1. Ruby have that weird hobby of making dubious medicine even when she was with Illya and with the knowledge of the instructor… Well they started feeding us weird medicine that makes us feel to omit anything that happened at those times. Except maybe no. 1000 who made them suffer of being looked at like some sort of chef. I luckily avoided the repercussion though Yamada is giving me the evil leer sometimes.

After our first humane meal the instructor arrived and announced that we would have a whole day to rest. But we are already veterans! I know this bastard will whip us in the first thing it reaches 12:00 AM so it's obvious with our suspicious and horrified look at him.

"You may rest until the sun rises tomorrow morning." He said as if reassuring us. Nope ain't gonna fall for that.

"Or should we start now?" Even before his sentence is completed we are already shaking our head and head to our dorms. When we unpacked our stuff (which is actually too few to count) no. 1 arrived and called me to help replace the equipment we damaged at the desert. When we were passing by the instructor's office we noticed Instructor Naruan at his door holding the handle.

"What are you doing instructor?" Asked no. 1 curiously. Hmm? What the hell is that baleful aura coming out of his room?

"What is the problem, No. 1 & No. 950." Yep he is exerting his full force in that handle.

"Ah, we came to replace the damaged equipment from the desert." No. 1 said clueless at what's going on.

"Alright then, hold onto this door for a minute." The instructor said quietly. Yep I'm going to bail on this one. As the idiot (No. 1) hold the handle I took the equipment he was carrying and quickly ran away alongside the instructor who was already a bit farther away. Nodding at him silently I ran to the direction of the storage hearing the sound of a door being destroyed and a scream full of pain.

'No. 1-kun we will remember your sacrifice...' Was my taught at that time. I did not know then… What horrifying thing will be unleashed due to that moment…