Fate/Inheritance

*William POV*

Opening my 'eyes' I reflexively jumped out of my bed and looked around alertly. Different from the times I had inherited from the times I had before, all my senses are blaring a damn huge amount of danger signals. Even the huge intake of information my 'eyes' and 'nose' are giving me did not even help one bit. From my instincts, to my very (revamped)body that I reflexively call- no projected the two married swords, Kanshou and Bakuya.

[Calm down, boy.] A smooth and blunt voice suddenly called out, prompting me to relax and took some deep intake of air. Relaxing, I felt the slight embarass.e.m.e.nt that my fl.u.s.tered form had been clearly seen by big bro Cu... especially the new 'prick' in my head.

[Ho~, your tounge had been sharper now that the trial is over?] The 'new' tenant in my head said and this time, I felt that iconic sarcasm of his.

[As I thought your really a huge bad influence, bastard.] Big bro(Aniki) quiped back voicing out his dislike to our new travel buddy.

[Hmmm? I believe that looking at the boy's stupidity and that feral like antics of his that cannot be considered civilized is way worse than having a much better communication skills, the one who is clearly a bad influence is you, dog.] Crap, he said the 'word'!!!

[Hnnnn~!!! Wanna fight now you damned wimp?!] Aniki bar-retorted fast and I clearly heard and sensed him calling out his spear this time.

[It seems that even the 'Heroic Spirit' you is still having troubles at hearing things. Must had been hard due to having a loud mouth like yours am I right?] The Counter Guardian quiped back(I bet that cynical smirk of his is plastered on his face) and I felt two new connected Noble Phantasms entered my soul(Reality Marble) clearly he called out Kanshou and Bakuya but...

[Shut up and don't fight there you dumb morons!!! Don't try to rip me apart from inside you two pricks.] I angrily said lest the two ignores my words. I do not know if it's my inner Pendragon or my original personality am I channeling but I felt the two heed my instructions and they disarmed themselves.

Exaperated, I started regretting that I inherited his abilities first and had listed to my internal note in what-if situations that I would learn the Blue's Fifth True Magic(Time Travel) and I thought of the interpersonal relashionship that will happen if I got the second chance on travelling just yesterday and who I would had inherited instead. Rider?

No, the freespirited woman and aniki would get a long, way too much. I don't want to enter and check my Reality Marble to smell of anything alcoholic 'every single f.u.c.k.i.n.g day'.

Berserker? Nope, nope I don't want that person to be in the head of my soul this early of the game. The person's zeal at a particular concept is way scary and my mind might break down instantly. If it was Fran-chan(Frankenstein) I might had done it with no hesitation but... other than her, I can't remember any 'tame' Berserker that might either rip you apart with no hesitation, a beast-like softie like Heracles but will still rip you apart(if pissed), a Yandere or a scary stalker, and a combat nurse that have no border-line at either saving your life or outright killing you. Oh Mr. Golden(Sakata Kintoki) is a special case, he does not count due to him being so cool.

Assassin? No, too dutiful, as much as I love that attitude I don't want to become too much like my father. Why? I forgot to mention but the one who has the least say(and have too few to even say) in our household is my father. My sister's Shiba Inu(I swear I am gonna r## that thing's stupid face) has even a higher say than me who is just a step higher than dad... and big bro might felt some discomfort from the guy.

Caster is another option, but my gut instincts are somehow screaming to not interact with her just yet...

Anyways~, starting today, I will have for my whole lifetime(I don't want to think after that...), have a not so special event dakly called an internal dogfight between my big brother of a dog and the now not so likable prick that acts like a damn annoying and snarky parrot... feels ok to me now.

[[Oiii!!!]] I heared the two protest at the same time but I ignored them and checked my room for any signs of tampering. Good thing there's some time dillation(which I am still wondering how) every time I converse/connect deeply with the tenants on my head.

Aside from some knocking at the door and attempts at discreet checking of my fields and traps, which if what information I can glean of said energy types the prominent once were divine energy which felt like someone attempted to use their Authority(which I can already think of who), a malevolent yet subtle energy(which I can hypothesize to be some sort of demonic energy which is bad) that had tried to bypass my surveilance and one coming from a monster which had passed through in curiosity.

The bounded fields, runes and magic circles I and Ruby made using some formal crafts is still working nicely that even the traps that the instructor thought us about which I reverse engineered a bit had no traces of something killed or attempts of breaking in (if attempts of skrying spells, subtle killing intent and curiosity does not count); which I had some suspicion someone can pass through due to me emphasizing in how it was ease and reliability in deploying them and dismantling them.

Thinking so, I took to myself to swiftly adjust to the changes in my body swiftly and checked again to any physical tampering inside the room(which made big bro gufaw about me being paranoid again) and as if something tug inside me, I looked at one of the only furnitures at this place(a small slightly cracked mirror) stuck near the wardrobe, my gaze instantly ignored what my new attire and looks that is reflected aside from... the pair of golden amber eyes gazing back at me.

"I see... the eyes is the window of the soul huh..." I accidentally blurted out.

As someone who is spiritually high enough and has proper 'rights'(in EMIYA's words) I can clearly see it... beyond my very eyes that is reflected in the mirror... stood that lone barren hill of swords. EMIYA's final pride left inside him and the only magecraft and mystery he truly possess. A world that truly reflects his way of life and even on his 'death'.

A world, he last saw on the verge of his death. Summoned using a poem that is based on the caster as the basis. An elegy and a prayer to call it forth to the outside world letting it materialize as a temporary Boundary Field. Yet, it was considered a powerful achievement in magecraft that in the history of man, only five or six had acomplished such feats as a 'human'. A Reality Marble.

The very uniqueness of his world is clear as day to me. From the monolithic black gears girating in the sky, the unforgiving haze of black smog formed from the embers and wisps of said smog rising up from the ground, carrying the scent of rust and iron to the air from the literal forge that metaphorically symbolizes EMIYA's world.

But those weapons... especially those countless weapons which their very blade stabbed to the ground in that rusted waistland reaching beyond the horizon, akin to nameless tombstones rusted through the unforgiveness of time... but I knew behind that facade of rust, lies a blueprint, a story, experience, the cries of their wielders, a poss-...!!!

"You had gone far too deep, boy." EMIYA's cold voice broke me ouf out of reverie. Gasping and swallowing mouthful's of air I silently broke in cold sweat at what may had happened to me...

As the man said, I had gone too deep. If I opened myself more... I would had been swallowed by the sheer information the Reality Marble had... or my very soul be ripped apart by his. Seeing such marvels, I may had forgotten what EMIYA said at that time inside the trial and lost myself in wonder inside his distorted soul... for I felt I can relate a bit to the Iron Wrought Hero I looked up to.

"Thank you...and my bad." I said after stabilizing myself, while ignoring the annoyed look the materialized EMIYA gave me. Nodding at the "Good grief, don't ever do it again" warning he gave me, I watched him dematerialize and return back inside me. Observing what may had I missed I checked the time using a digital clock I can somehow see floating infront of me(one of the overspec'ed options Zelretch put at Sapphire and Ruby).

'Good, it's just almost half an hour before dawn arrives.' I mused silently and thought of a dilema. Before I started dismantling the things I placed in the room, a notion suddenly struck me. It's partaining to my apearance... which had made another drastic change. Aside from the color of my eyes, I had gotten a slight darker skin tone a slightly akin to a light tan, sharper physical appearance and a whole mop of white hair. Yes, a whole glistening white hair akin to silver.

I can find a lot of excuse for the strands of blue hair because that had symbolized my connection to the Hound of Ulster(even if they did not know of it) that is clearly not normal and the color change of me being a blondie can be easily bullshited on me having a western blood 'erasing' the Oriental features I had due to my body 'finally' adapting to my 'special' heritage. But having a light tan and white hair? Nope, problems might arise if someone see me like this. The glowing eyes can pass as a new skill but drastic change on my features like some sort of camelon skin might people question what is behind the mask... even if there is no mask to show.

As they said once coincidence, two is plain luck and a third time screams of something suspicious going on. I don't want any repeated hounding of what changes my body is ongoing which might drop him into another kind of mess or worse, turned into some sort of lab rat.

Luckily, it was solved instantly when EMIYA dropped a hidden function the attire I currently had.

Willing the hidden mechanism to activate, the clang of metal pieces sticking to each other sounded and the rustle of the red shroud covering my visage with a hood(the upper pieces of the red shroud stuck together becoming a cowl) and a mask. Something necessary in special environments he is sometimes called to 'clean' that can affect even something like him... or when his identity is easily recognized which made me curious and asked him offhandedly and an answer suprisingly was given(I will temporarily ignore a certain embarassing information I gleaned from the cowl).

[Sometimes... I am sent to clean Fuyuki's mess... in a younger form.] He voiced out with clear annoyance at the memory, no traces of sadness and frustration I can detect... for a ma-no a sword like him had already become dull at the senseless killing that is against the very ideals he 'had' upheld in life that I can somehow understand his 'abnormal' reaction.

"Must had been hard... having some teenage hormones again~ especially with Rin and Saku-" "Continue what you will say next and your head will roll in the floor." I tried to voice out some amus.e.m.e.nt to pull some emotions and in the expence that a projected sword floated near my neck, threathening to lop my head off.

Knowing that I need to stop poking fun of him, I swiftly got back to the current situation and quickly dismantled and erased all the bounded fields and traps I placed(lest someone accidentally enters and turns into a corpse).

After I finished erasing any traces which someone can understand and connect the dots in how magecraft operates, with all the product of my magecraft erased I 'literally' smelled a smell so strong and repulsive that it made me want to gag. If what my newfound trait at smelling any magical energy gave me(which came from EMIYA himself)... whatever magical activity is going on is very bad and disgusting.

If what I smelled before inside my room is that of the scent I normally stayed inside my personal space for a long period of time, the smell that assailed me coming from outside the room smelled of something akin to what any revolting stench a human nose can understand and I can pull out of my head from the vast 'experience' I recently gained, I can count many things that can emit such revolting magical energy but one particular notion...

[A necromancer...] EMIYA said, his tone clearly dripping with unbridled disgust and annoyance that I can picture him scowling. Hearing that particular line of magical occupation made me also scowl(if EMIYA was actually doing it). Remembering the knowledge I glimpsed at my inherited memories, knowledge from various sterio-types I know of from my home world and the knowledge I gained from the once I learned from the libraries and word of mouth I both read and heard in Terradesia. I can conclude one answer.

Good or bad, they all dable at corpses and souls. I may not be heavily biased at how people choose their occupations, but people who disrespect the dead and use them to their selfish twisted gain is way worse than tyrants. And I can feel that the two Heroic Spirits inside me both agree at my assessment due to them not bickering right now.

What is more worrisome is that I can sense the revolting magical energy is heavily concentrated at the general direction I can sense where Yamada is and even the fluctuation of his energy had already gone way weaker that it felt like a flickering candle flame waiting to be snuffed out. Worried, I nearly rushed there when I sensed one of his incarnations at the other side of the door in my room. Rushing outside, my eyes instantly zoned at the weird shadow-like eyeball looking at me sticking in the wall.

"..."

"..."

A short silence suddenly ensued when our gaze met. Weirdly enough, I can sense the ge eral emotion the eyeball had conveyed at that short period of time and I'm bothered enough at what I understood. From a feeble tiredness, to joy, to curiousity, then recognition and lastly unbridled glee. Ignoring how it does not even have eye lids, I watched it suddenly poofed into a small piece of paper with words nearly occupying the whole space in it.

['Beast Hoard, Undead, Voldy, Pain-wanabbe, Sis-in-law's Son.' What the hell did that kid eat!? Can't he wrote more properly?] Big bro Cu complained after reading the letter out loud.

'So a beast hoard arrived prem.a.t.u.r.ely, then a necromancer entered the battlefield and raised them to undead after killing them and said necromancer had a twisted sense of ambition about ruling the world like some sort of God and had been using a corpse as a proxy in the battlefield and of all people it's Sake's long lost son!?' [You understood that!!?] I listed out what information I can get from that message while ignoring big bro's outburst.

[So what's your plan, boy?] EMIYA merely asked. Shrugging at his question, I for the first time in my life... astralized.

[First, let's check where this stench came from and eliminate it... I'm getting worried about Yamada, that idiot's Od is getting weaker.] I said while trying to make some sense about what I am feeling right now. First, I feel light... way too light akin to floating underwater. Gravity is still kicking in but I can feel the very sensation or confidence that I can float... and fly around akin to a ghost. But the closest thing to it I think is 'swimming' in the water around me which is mana of the World that in my vision right now looks like a blue-like haze akin to mist that is 'literally' everywhere that does not somehow imped my vision while my senses has actually been fully tuned in to sensing spiritual energies if the countless lights I see at the center of the town.

Aside from the weirdness of the sensation of entering spirit form that somehow my mind did not break down (it still feels downright weird to have a body made out of magical energy being sustained by a spiritual core but it's bearable), I felt that my 'vessel' cope with the form easily. Recomposing myself quickly, I tried phasing through the roof quickly and felt like passing through a thin film, 'peaking' outside and seeing no one around, I fully passed through.

Staying in astral form, I gazed at the night sky in the inn's roof. Especially at the huge anomaly that is trying to blot the sky with it's very presence. A dark sludge that is very noticable is staining and covering the stars in the south-eastern sky.

Only a pale golden barrier that is covering the whole city(on which the part that is blocking the sludge is visible 'physically') is stopping the wrigling black mass of vile energy from dropping into the city stopping it from contacting and contaminating the whole place. But there is this weird feeling that I got from the weird black sludge. I cannot pin point where the feeling came from but I felt that the vile energy coming from it feels... familiar?

Curiousity aside, my circuits flared to life alongside the sound of a gun's hammer striking it's firing pin echoed in my head, a mental trigger on which was different to mine but now I feel compelled to use.

As swiftly as my Od is converted into magical energy, I reinforced my whole body in abnormal profeciency by pulling out EMIYA's experience together with my understanding of my body's... special case. Feeling that all my preparations are all complete, I forgo stealth by further reinforcing my legs making my magical signature more prominent and sprinted till the edge of the roof and in one motion...

*BOOOOM*

Leapt...nay, propelled myself using an instant release of Mana Burst shooting myself till I reached the roof of the tallest infrastracture of the whole town, the fortress in the middle of the whole place. Wincing slightly at the pain and heat I slightly felt from my magic circuits, I kicked in the air and used Mana Burst from my foot to cancel the momentum I had before landing at the roof with a backflip.

Silently sending an apology at what may had happened at the inn's roof, I materialized myself and finally got a proper look(I 'was' liking my new enhanced eyesight at this point) at what 'thing' had been clinging at the town's barrier and when I saw what truly composed of it made me hate the bastard who did this way more than ever.

Especially when memories of countless Dead(zombie-like familiars commonly used by Dead Apostles), ghouls, familiars of Dead Apostles kept on playing in my head especially the 'workshops' of those countless bastards(especially rogue magi and Sealing Designates who practice crazy things) EMIYA erased and especially those beings similar to the Avenger Class Servant of the Third Holy Grail War, Angra Mainyu and the tainter of said war and it's future repetition on its prize, the Fuyuki Holy Grail.

Aside from that, I can feel it... a subtle kind of energy is inviting me to use it. 'It' was everywhere where the mana of the World had, I did not felt it before when I was afar but it was acting more and more the closer I examine it, it was 'stirring'.

'It', that if my senses was not lying, only possessed a base instinct wanted to give me power to smite whatever wretched thing or anomaly is behind that wall of damned souls.

[Don't, I know 'intimately' what type of energy is that, boy.] EMIYA's voice that is clearly laced in rage was felt, stopping me from my train of thought. [It won't do us any good if you will accept 'it's' enticement.] Even thought I cannot see him, nine out of ten he is surely scowling. I got an idea what 'that' was but I knew it is a subject that must be asked in a later date.

Moving on, I already got an idea of what I must do to erase that sludge and targeting what 'thing' had casted it, but in the consequences of heavily damaging the barrier. But in EMIYA's unlimited arsenal, I can freely choose countless choices in how to eliminate the threat infront of me.

'Call me! Use me!' An unknown mental voice strangely and suddenly called out to me. In the barren wasteland and limitless arsenal that make up EMIYA's Reality Marble, one particular sword caught my attention. It was practically stirring and wanted to first show it's might to the world of Terradesia if the mental thought came from it.

EMIYA noticed this also, and he agreed wholeheartedly at the idea(if his grunt of aproval is valid). I did not know when, but behind the mask I wore, I was already sporting a vicious grin unconciously. My circuits flared in activation again, gathering and converting my Od it to magical energy, I started to use one particular magecraft.

A magecraft and mystery that truly defined and considerably uniquely and proficiently used and discovered by one man, Shirou Emiya. True name of the Iron Wrought Hero and the only survivor of the Fuyuki Fire, a catastrophe brought at the conclusion of the Fourth Holy Grail War.

Tracing, an advanced and variant mystery of the magecraft Gradation Air was activated with expert ease and no aria involved.

Opening my left hand, blue lightning-like prana danced in my hand and projected EMIYA's black bow, a western-styled straight bow with a size a 'bit' taller than me.

Gripping it tightly, I felt and understood what composed and use of the bow I held.

A simple black bow in design, without any gaudy trinkets and additional add-ons. Created using the same material of the body armor EMIYA and now I currently wear that had not yet been discovered on the time when the Fifth Holy Grail War.

With only it's durability and accuracy focused on it's design, it's only main idea on it's making was firing Noble Phantasms, crystalizations of humanity's greatest legends and feats that are performed and wielded by heroes, villains and other famous individuals.

Subconciously, I felt the bow's design was a bit inadequate to me. Then my prana suddenly acted on its own and performed an Alteration on it, a branch of the magecraft called Reinforcement. Changing it's structure slightly, becoming a bit sleeker, denser and the bow's black color becoming more darker and the atmosphere it carried becoming a bit more pronounced, akin to having a 'stronger' powerful aura. Yet, if someone familiar with both dwarven and elven craftmanship, they would notice some familiar parts on it.

Feeling the comforting sensation of holding the bow, I silently nodded to myself and prepared on projecting the 'arrow'.

Opening the palm of my right hand I commanded it to be projected to the World for the first time. Red lightning-like energy danced around my open hand in a beautiful display of mystery and wonder.

A copy, a projection of one of the greatest demonic sword possessed by man is forming in my hand. Tracing, on its unique and advanced variation had its unique and powerful purpose in projecting 'genuine' fakes and counterfeits, it uses a certain aria and 'seven' particular steps.

'Trace...'

*Ba-dump*

As I mentally said the aria, I

Judging the concept of creation

'A magical sword on which on it's very concept to use magical energy to create a phenomenon that is called the 'Heaven and Earth Sky Great Rotation' on which on layman's terms, a powerful ability that flips the very sky and earth on it's destructive capability that it destroys and decimates the designated location and further modified by EMIYA to suit his needs.'

Hypothesizing the basic structure

'A drill-like shape, that gathers and creates violent and different kinds of magical energy that a 'rainbow-like' phenomenon occurs when activated with a destructive rotation that increases the magical energy's output and it's penetrative aspect.'

Duplicating the composition material

'Metals and magical materials both rare and commonly found at the time of [Gi$!*?+*! ] Fergus mac Róich's era.'

Imitating the skill of its making

'Created using old and archaic blacksmithing skills and enchantments already forgotten and lost in time.'

Sympathizing with the experience of its growth

'Countless years of being wielded by Fergus mac Róich with all the emotions and fate it was soaked into wonder, awe, fear, bloodthirst, greed, and other emotion and experience it experienced. Notedly of his famed wielder's iconic use of blasting the tops of three hills when on his rage, was prevented to kill a particular enemy of his, truly marking it's way as a Noble Phantasm as both it's power and the wielder's fame and moral integrity entering the hearts of the people.'

Reproducing the acc.u.mulated years

'Inserting the history of the original ever since it was recorded by the Reality Marble.'

Excelling every manufacturing process

'Erasing the flaws of the sword from it's creation in absolute mechanical precision.'

'...On!'

With a final burst of light, it appeared floating slightly above my palm pointing above the sky akin to a small tower. With a steam-like smoke emanating from it, and remnant red sparks akin to a newly made blade. The (modified) magic sword of Fergus mac Róich had appeared for the first time in the world of Terradesia.

A sword with a weird design of a blade created with a drill-like make, the sword's sheer presence is disturbing the very atmosphere akin in preparation to 'twist' something. Holding the Noble Phantasm, I briefly paused to glanced at it and with practiced movements, knocked it to the black bow I held.

Holding the handle of the sword, I pulled back the bowstring slowly, and started the next step. With each stretch of the bowstring, I performed Alteration. F.o.r.c.i.b.l.y changing it's very aspect as a 'sword' into an 'arrow' with practiced ease using the priceless memory EMIYA had done in repetition for countless of years.

Red-lightning like prana danced at the 'sword' as the sword for any words better, literally 'stretched' and 'twisted'.

With each pull of the bowstring, the sword 'stretched' and 'thinned' while twisting akin to being moulded by a pair of invisible hands playing with clay. The guard of the sword receded, till it melded with the handle as it also twisted and thinned becoming more of a small protrutions of the 'arrow' as the beautiful colorations the sword especially from its guard had simply changed and slowly turned into dark gray. Lastly, the twisting drill-like make of the blade had most of it's twisting ridges stick together the closer they are to the 'guard', leaving a weird mix of a corkskrew and drill-like pattern at the 'arrow' with a four segment like protrutions as it 'lengthens' with a sharp pointed end akin to a thorn.

As the alteration finishes, I finishes it with a final step...

"I am... the bone of my sword."

With the first verse of a certain aria, I strengthened my projection further and poured in huge amounts of magical energy as the winds picked up around me and the 'arrow' releases a red flame-like prana till it... breaks. Gripping tightly at the bow's handle, I relaxed my muscles while holding down the overcharged 'arrow' from causing a ruckus and destroy my surroundings.

I closed my eyes slowly, exhaling a turbid breath... as I let go of my senses...

I ignored the gazes staring at me from the shadows and above.

I let go of the unnessary noise and my hearing.

*Ba-dump* * Ba-dump* *Ba-dump* *Ba....dump* *Ba....dump*

I heard my metaphysical heart ring in my ears till it slowed down to a crawl. Only my connection to the others was left. I focused at the farthest to me, piercing the veil of the countless tourmented souls reaching to the one flickering weakly but still vibrantly glowing... Yamada's Od, his lifeforce had gone way weaker at most dangerous level making me worried. But my mind instantly cooled down... observing coldly at how his lifeforce flickered and defending itself from something sickening. As my slow perception of time goes by... I finally saw an 'outline' of the target. A huge malevolent darkness shaped and encased into a humanoid form. I 'saw' the weak 'light' in it... tired and weak but still rebelling at it's enslaver. I focused at what is at hand and silenced my hesitation and aimed there. I sense Yamada's Od flicker and preparing to jump into the shadows to a small mark he left, so I don't need to worry to hit him.

The anomaly is on sight.

'My soul is twisted in madness...'

Preparing to destroy.

'CALADBOLG II!!!'

And the arrow was set loose.

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Noble Phantasm Info:

Cowl of the Wrought Iron Hero

Owner: Archer (EMIYA)

Type: Anti-Unit (Self)

Rank: C

Range: 0

Maximum Number of Targets: 1 person

A red cowl paired alongside by a metal mask fitted with same material the black body armor EMIYA wears that covers the lower part of his face. Created through Alteration and Projection Magecraft, this Noble Phantasm's purpose protects EMIYA from environments that can harm even something like him. The mask acts also as an advanced magical filtration device that filters harmful components in the air for something like him like Ether and other things that can contaminate the air.

But EMIYA tends to use this particular cowl to hide his visage when on his own words 'the World screws with it's own janitor' when he is summoned in a particular Holy Grail War in a form a 'bit' younger than the ideal age he tends to manifest. It also hides all his parameters except his basic parameters and Class Skills similar to the Knight of Treachery's helmet.

There is also a strong concealment thaumaturgy in it that hides the upper part of his face with the cowl's shadows and his eyes only becomes visible when he uses his projection magecraft.

He will vehemently deny though that the cowl's special activation mechanism is not because of an accidental surfacing of his old sentai fanboy comming out when he first made it(There was a lightshow of red-lightning like prana comming from his cowl when it was being summ- called but his practicality one over this time than his childishness).

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Author's Note:

WAIT!!!!

...Don't hit me I can explain!!!

*cough*

Short summary:

I was prowling at Onigashima too much and fixing my school transfer papers alongside trying another way of writing.

Long story:

Been trying to suck dry the mats I can get at Onigashima my first FGO event I participated. Finished the DP mats completely but not the exhange one, but I'm satisfied at getting the Craft Essence and Mr. Golden Rider and others. While I despaired at my two-10 roll gatcha at trying to get Mama Raikou yet spectacularly failing, I luckily nay got Caster Tamamo-no-mae(my first 5* servant) with only a summoning ticket at 12:28 PM with sun glaring from above solidifying my belief at the catalysts and time lore of fate but when I tried using other time's and catalysts I found nearby (mayonaise and an amazing food cooked by a friend of mine and a knife) spectacularly failed that I even asked a neighboring beautiful mother to press the summoning button left me only with craft essences and duplicate servants... I started suspecting slightly that aside from my E-Rank Luck, a fox maiden and student of the 'way of the ideal waifu' is at work so I gave up.

I am also transfering at another school at my grandparents town(again) and with a different but slightly similar curiculum that might straightly push me on a job I want but it's actually different(lol). That's why I had been busy.

Lastly, in my idle times I stumbled into and tried writing in a similar way to a classical author and tried it out erasing majority of my frivolous and free-spirited way. Do tell if you guys want this way of writing(which will take me a bit longer to write) or my old one or even a mix of the two.

Do input your opinions at the comment section will you :3....