.Welcome back to FGO: Days of Sabers Past!:
Today we finally break the 10+ chapter mark! Woo-hoo!
Now, I know you guys want story material, though, so as much i'd like to do a side interlude here to celebrate, I won't, because that would be selfish of me.
I'd also make a poll too to mark this occasion, but as those barely seem to get touched, i'm not going to.
Now then, enjoy the story!
As I hear her make her declaration that this is where the true mission starts, I sigh.
"Okay, that does it. Why the hell am I here with you, then? I'm not made for frontline duty, being a third-rate caster-class, and this sounds like the kind of mission where we're going to be doing fighting. Lots of fighting. If you don't tell me why, i'm going to go back to Chaldea myself." I say angrily, completely tired of just staying silent.
Gilles gives me a angry glare.
"How dare you speak to Jeanne like that!" He says angrily before Jeanne holds up her hand.
"Gilles, stop. He has a right to ask." She says, and he falls silent.
"Hmph. You're awfully obedient to her, huh? You're the dog of the maid of Orleans." I say to Gilles, simply and without hesitation.
At this, Gilles absolutely snaps at me, his eyes immediately bulging full burst.
"WHY YOU LITTLE-" he roars before Jeanne pokes him hard, and even Nameless has to restrain him from coming over to beat the hell out of me.
"Gilles! Enough! You too, Hans." She says to both of us with a glare that indicates that even she has limits.
I decide to withold my tongue for now.
"Fine." I say.
"Good. Then you're here because while you could be in mission control, you're also a Caster class, which means that you have some skill with magic." She says.
I don't like where this is going.
"Thus, we're bringing you along to see if you can sense the aura of mana that comes from the summoning of a servant, and track it." She says.
At this, I can see a smirk on Gilles. He's taunting me with those eyes, as if to say "Who's the dog now?"
The worst part is he's right.
"Alright, fine." I say.
"Good. Then let's go." Jeanne says.
As the four of us walk back through the fog outwards, because apparently, ray shifting in isn't possible anymore because of the increased level of the wards put up to protect it, it's in near total silence.
The confrontation earlier is starting to weigh on Gilles, who I get the feeling is going to hold a grudge against me for this.
But I don't think he will kill me. Not if he wants to remain in Jeanne's good graces.
Especially since I look like a child.
I highly doubt he's willing to kill a child again.
As we Rayshift to America, I wonder, just how much more work am I going to have to do...?
Snowfield, Nevada:
The Source of it:
The town of Snowfield, Nevada, or rather, what was left of it, was in a run-down state. Many of the residents had been moved to the Magus Internment Camp in Las Vegas, which was no longer the city of thrills it once was.
Only a few people remained in Snowfield, most of them not magi, but one could easily tell from all the businesses that had been closed, it was only a matter of time before it became a complete ghost town.
But the thing about ghost towns, though...
Is that they have ghosts.
"Hmph. If this is all our attackers have against us, we must admit, this will be fairly easy to resolve." Said a tall figure clad in army fatigues carrying a Berreta M9 pistol. If one looked at the figure, they would notice something unusual, besides the fact that the clothes were part of an army that no longer existed.
They were covered entirely in bandages, to the point where one could not even see the skin through the slightest gap, making them look like a walking mummy.
But if you looked closely on the figure's chest, there was something on the uniform that shone even in the dim light of sunset:
A golden medal of honor, with no name inscribed upon it.
There were only a few people that had these prestigious medals, and there was a name for the person this medal belonged to.
But if you asked the figure what that name was, they would claim that they had no name.
Rather, they were simply The Unknown Soldier, currently the Archer Class Counter Guardian (like a certain other one, though the two couldn't be more different) summoned by the world in times of need.
The Unknown Soldier was not alone, either.
A tall, old man with a muscular frame and a white goatee emerged, wearing a white top hat with a blue ring with white stars on it emerged as well, clutching the broken remains of a Saberobot, and chucking it away.
He was called Uncle Sam, and was one of the servants summoned by the grail when the Counter Guardian known as the Unknown Soldier had been summoned, like a computer running programs after being turned back on again, clasping a hand on the Soldier's shoulder.
"Good work, soldier. There may be many more of them then there are of us, but so long as there are brave men and woman fighting the good fight, evil isn't going to triumph." He said.
The Unknown Soldier merely nodded, saluting.
"At ease, Soldier. At ease." He said, looking up.
Even though they might be the last of the American servants remaining, they will still carry on the source of the country's ideals until the very end.
That's all for now, folks!
Next time: Welcome to Snowfield, Chaldea!
