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CHAPTER 7: SAME MASTER
The Imperial Household Agency is an organ that served the Japanese Imperial Family for a hundred years. They were also given tasks to maintain the beauty and structure of sites that constitutes the imperial heritage of the family.
One of these cultural sites is the Kyoto Imperial Palace Park.
As the sun began to set in the western sky, several members of the Imperial Household Agency tasked to cater the place began their rounds of maintaining the park to its most brilliant state.
Normally, it was their daily routine to check each sections of the recreational place for tidiness and security purposes yet this very odd day, they were hindered by a phenomenon that their eyes couldn't handle.
Boulders and pebbles flew out in the open air, droplets of purpled light rained from the sky, and ear-shattering explosions resonated at the center most of the park. They were sparks flying everywhere accompanied by clashing sound that most of them recognized produced from striking blades.
One of the caretakers, a man in his old age, caught a glimpse of a very familiar face at the center of the scene. He recognized the woman and also he recognized the other party, the 12 black wings protruding from her back was a give away.
He immediately reached his phone from his pocket in panic. This is something that he knew yet wasn't trained for. Trembling fingers pressed the first dial but then a loud boom resounded behind him.
The force made him to stumble on the ground, rolling and rolling until his face met the dirt. He saw his fellow caretakers flung back several meters away due to the sheer gust caused by the explosion behind them.
In urgency, he pressed two other keys while still lying on the ground, his left arm embracing his head acting as cushion and protection.
The screen on his phone light up, displaying the call he made to the other line.
A friendly toned voice then spoke from the speaker, "Minamoto clan residence, how may I help you?"
-(O)-
Shiki's footwear grated the dirt as her feet skid on the ground. She just happened to block a powerful strike from her opponent which pushed her away from where she previously stood.
She gave her a credit though. As expected from a Servant. Her opponent, Penemue, had terrifying skills both in melee and ranged combat.
Finally stopping, she swayed her blade, Kanesada Kuji, to the left side while adopting a draw blade stance. A purple light came into her view which she deflected with an upward diagonal slash.
Then the second came and Shiki battered it with a sideward sweep to the left. The third, a ricocheting diagonal downward strike and the fourth attack, a follow-up reverse slash came into vision.
A volley of purple light spears assaulted her vehemently, and she meet them head-on with each strikes of her sword. Steel metal banging on an elemental edge. One foot at the back,heavily ingrained towards the ground and a surge of mana erupted from that heel.
A pink burst of magical energy roared, the earth erupted violently and Shiki dashed in full force, traversing the distance with a quickened flash step, Kanesada Kuji still swiping the hail of light spears thrown at her wielder.
Swordsmanship was something that Shiki wasn't good at. That honor belongs to his late older brother Kaname who unfortunately died while fighting a group of Youkais terrorizing the locals. At a young age, Shiki was taught by her mother the ways of Onmyoudo and she was very good at it. Using magic was her strongest suite as her father believed, only a little knowledge of the ways of the sword came into her grasp.
But the Shiki Ryougi of that World Line was a master swordsman, able to cut anything with grace and elegance. Her eyes could see what even the Greek God Hades couldn't, able to inflict death, living and not. But she wasn't a magus.
However, the merging of two different Shiki Ryougis with 2 entire different skill sets is something that is disastrous.
Having closed the distance, Shiki delivered a fatal swing to the enemy Servant only for it to be dodge.
The enemy, now in mid-air, arched her back as her hands cocked extensively behind, her light spear brimming with full force.
Shiki already saw the attack as she glanced at the Fallen towering above her. From her empty hand, an ofuda came to existence which she threw head on at the impending strike.
A loud explosion was conjured.
-(O)-
From the black smoke, Penemue swept up in mid-air, her 12 raven wings fluttering.
That was a sneaky attack coming from a human, she admit that was a nice trick. Then she reprimanded herself that who she was facing was something more than a human.
Her opponent was a Servant whose soul had already elevated through trascendence, a human soul that was uplifted to a purer version of wraiths.
A Heroic Spirit.
Her muscle tensed, blood pulsing in her veins as green eyes traced on a piece of paper that her enemy flung in the air. Penemue fluttered her wings in an abrupt manner, gliding to the left enough to avoid a powerful gust of wind .
A second attack then came to life. This time, the ofuda that was thrown turn into a loud crackling lightning that heated up the surrounding air. Penemue barely managed to avoid the superluminal fang just turning and twirling her body, wings enveloping her like a metal cocoon before spreading again boastfully.
Then came the third and fourth strike. A combination attack participated by splinters of earth stakes and water bullets accelerating at high speeds. A series of purple light spears manifested above her head, sending all of them crashing at the sharpened rocks. The water bullets, deflected with an artistic swipe of her light spear on her hand.
Light spear conjuration was something that Penemue inherited when she was created by the Biblical God. That was the power solely bestowed to the servants of Heaven. While the potency of her powers dropped due to her falling from grace, it was still a powerful and dangerous tool.
The Penemue of that World Line was something else, manifesting Enochian Scripts out in the open. Said magical sigils were on the same league with the Primordial Runes of the Norse pantheon, but she was more of a spell spammer.
However the fusion of two Penemues with 2 different styles of combat is something worth to be cautious.
Fingers danced in the air, fingertips hummed as symbols etched in stillness and brimming with radiance.
The angelic letters darted outwards like fire balls burning and elongating due to sheer speed. The woman in kimono scattered several ofudas in front.
Then the inevitable clash was concieved.
-(O)-
The clearing was engulfed with smoke mixed with dirt. Despite of this, the 2 opposing Servants continued their battle amidst the dimming fog.
Blade of steel against blade of light.
Their rhythmic dance and echoes resonating and reverberating in the atmosphere. The grunts between 2 women were pronounced, dancing in a tune approaching the hands of death.
A loud clang followed by powerful skidding echoes of feet against the dirt.
The woman in kimono lunged forward, her japanese blade motioned in a piercing manner.
The woman with wings dashed forward, her light spear brimming with an intent of drawing blood.
Before they could draw first blood on each other, both of their body tensed up as they sensed the several tiny threads spread between them evenly, masking with reality.
This caused them to halt from their attacks and leap backwards. Then a second later, they felt the sudden change of the atmosphere. A magical barrier was erected around them.
"Why is it that 2 Servants of the same Master are trying to kill each other?"
A feminine voice caught their attention. Between them, a figure of a beautiful woman landed on the ground on her feet. Said woman had long golden blonde hair that reached down to her ankles, and a pair of red ruby eyes that resonated with blood. She was clothed in a two colored gown-like dress; a white long sleeved with golden laces that revealed the middle part of her profound chest, abdomen and navel, and a royal blue skirt that touched the ground. A floating thin pink scarf dancing on the wind, both ends draping on her shoulders.
One looked at the blonde, Shiki and Penemue could tell that she is a Servant. A very powerful one to boot. However, what made them focus their attention to her was the statement that she had made.
"Unknown Servant, would you elaborate what you said?" Penemue voiced out, her body still on alert.
"Do I need to repeat myself?" the blonde glanced at the Fallen Angel, a small smile on her lips. "Truthfully, I don't care if both you fight to the death but for Hakuno's sake I must stop this useless banter of yours."
Shiki gazed at the woman, somewhat surprised. "That can't be possible. Master has only one Servant."
"And that is me." Penemue said, earning an eyeshot from Shiki. "A Master is supposed to have 1 contracted Servant. Multiple Servant contracts is unheard of."
"And besides who are you?"
The blonde woman blinked. "Ah that was rude of me. Then let me introduce myself. Servant Class Aristotele Arcueid Brunestud and a Servant of Hakuno Kishinami."
"Aristotele, huh." The purple haired woman dematerialized her weapon. "There is only candidate of such Servant Class."
Shiki dispersed her blade, "White Princess of the True Ancestors."
"Yes, that would be me." Arcueid spoke, "Scribe of God, Avatar of Akasha, we have much more to discuss but we need some place that is safe. Your battle had caught numerous eyes."
Shiki and Penemue looked at each other, surprised by the revelation. They both then looked at their surroundings. Arcueid was right there were several people looking directly towards their direction. It seems that the barrier surrounding them made the onlookers unable to see what was happening inside.
Shiki then glanced at both women. "I know a place."
A/N: Hello guys, Caelus here. Here is the new chapter. It's kinda short but I felt that there's no need add more. The next chapter will be longer. Hope it is to your liking. Until the next update. I will put my pen down for now.
