Journal Entry January 1st, 2093

Happy new year. If one ask if there are any guaranteed peaceful moments in this world, this day is one of those. The first day of a new year when everyone hope for something good will come or maybe their desired goals and ambition will be achieved. However, I never expected Scathach to stop voicing her desire to die. Sure that doesn't mean she would stop seeking anyway to kill herself the later days but that is an improvement nonetheless.

Again, why do I even care anyway?

That aside, a little sad that the Emiya lad turned down my offer but then again, it would be a lie if I said it was unexpected. Everyone has their own war for their own reasons and to the redhead lad, that Matou girl is more than enough to make him declare war against against the world if neccessary. Beside, the Magus Killer's descendant has no desire to learn more about magecraft than the pointers I gave him him and prefer a quiet peaceful life with his violet hair girlfriend.

Well, at least I can prepare a grand wedding for them. Hell, if those two weren't deserved to have something good happened in their life, I'm not sure who was deserved (except me, of course.)

Anyway, I must admit Florence is quite a nice place. Perhaps I will take a short detour to Tuscany. Since it is the hometown of Leonardo Da Vinci, I might find something interesting there. Maybe some kind of dirt old blueprints or some kind of relics for souvenir or better, a clue about Chaldea.

Who know, I might even meet a descendant of Da Vinci himself. And that would be really interesting.

Chapter 10

"Sir!" The voice of his First Lieutenant snapped the Lieutenant Colonel in charge of the National Defense Force 101st Brigade, Kazama Harunobu, out of his train of thought and forced him to move his eyes up from the photos in his hands

"Yes, Lieutenant." the middle-age man said gruffly as the granddaughter of Kudou Retsu passed a folder to him.

"Here is the report that you request, sir." With a small nod, the man put the photos to the side and started skimming through the folder's contain. The woe of being the head of the unit was to deal with such trivial thing like this. Goddamn paperwork.

"Sir, these photos..." Kazama took out his pen and signed on the second paper as Fujibayashi Kyouko picked up a photo "... aren't they the photos of Okinawa after the invasion?"

Nodding grimly, Kazama signed onto another paper before putting the papers back into the folder and leaning back into his chair. Roughly three more months and it would be three years ever since the day The Lucifer's Hammer, a burning meteorite that had fallen onto the battlefield of the Okinawa Defense Navel Battle. While the Demon Wolf of Okinawa had slaughtered most of Great Asian Union infantries and everything in its path and Shiba Tatsuya, who was also known as Ooguro Ryuuya, had wiped out Union's fleet with his Material Burst, the fire blast caused by the meteorite's impact had annihilated the rest of the Union's force along with 80% percent of the defense force. Its radius was twice as big as Tatsuya's explosion and its flame had burned everything in its radius to the point the only thing had been left to be seen when the fire had finally snuffed out was the barren dead landmass.

And then the after-effects had immediately followed. Right after the tsunami created by Tatsuya's explosion had met the shore, an even bigger tsunami along with an earthquake of 9.2 magnitude had hit the land. To make the matter even worse, four large extinct submarine volcanoes near Okinawa's shore had been literally jump-started by the impact and continued to be active since then, thus changing Okinawa sea from an area holding great strategic values to an unpredictable and dangerous sea area.

But the true horror wasn't anything mentioned above. It was how the meteorite had appeared that terrified not only Japan but also all other countries and factions around the world. After all, a meteorite hitting Earth was not something could be covered and hid away no matter how influential a country was.

The Lucifer's Hammer hadn't come from the dark space out there, or else all satellites and space stations would foresee it and find a way to not let it hit the Earth. According to the only satellite that had luckily managed to catch a glimpse of the meteorite, the destructive burning rock had literally appeared out of thin air somewhere at the thermosphere layer before falling down to earth! And in such an impossible scenario like that, there was only one horrifying answer that could explain how such thing was possible.

The Lucifer's Hammer was the result of magic and no matter what kind of that magic was, it was something very far beyond humanity's current knowledge and understanding of magic.

Its sheer calamitous and terrifying power, its scale of intensity along with its magnitude of destruction had been so ridiculous that unless at least 6 strategic-class magicians or 3 out of 10 heads of The Ten Master Clans with preparation combined their power together and a special Magic Sequence to let many people casting one magic at the same time, it would have been impossible to even create something that was half as devastating as what the Lucifer's Hammer had caused.

Not only reducing everything to ash, its flame couldn't have been extinguished by any means, from normal to magical means or even two tsunamis, and it had burnt in 10 days straight! And its heat had turned the soil in various places into lechatelierite, thus some scientists called this progress as 'glassing', to the point it would have taken a century to restore those place back to the former 'habitable' state.

Its sudden appearance and its falling speed, which had only taken about 5 seconds according to the time the satellite had managed to barely catch the glimpse of it and the time it had made impact, literally had left no chance to counter or destroy the gigantic burning rock even if Tatsuya's ability might have been able to destroy it.

With everything had mentioned before, the disastrous aftereffects the burning meteorite had brought and could 'potentially' brought, combined with the fear of the unknown it only took a day for the Magic Association, the USNA and Japan to created a whole new magic class just for it alone instead of putting it in the Forbidden Spell or Strategic-Class category.

The Apocalypse-Class Magic.

Such a fitting name, Kazama thought grimly. And whoever could cast that kind of magic, regardless of single-handedly or with help from other magicians...

"Soon it will be three years and even with the other governments' and special forces' collaboration, everything only leads to dead ends." the lieutenant colonel massaged his temples tiredly "Just the possibility of an Apocalypse-class magician might exist out there is more than enough to make all sides agree to stop war and sign treaties out of fear, I just can't imagine what would happen if that possibility turned into reality."

"My grandfather has continuously tried to investigate about it but from the last time I heard from him, the results were just the same". The information didn't surprise Kazama in the slightest. Of course The Master Clans as well as magician families would try to get their hand on this Apocalypse-class Magic. Hell, perhaps some of them had already started researching a way to replicate it in those institutes.

And the leader of the 101st Brigade couldn't help but shudder internally when he thought about the scenario of the Demon King of the Far East, Yotsuba Maya got her hand on the Apocalypse-class Magic. That woman... he had only met her once and talked for about five minutes yet it had been more than enough for him to hazard a guess about what she could and would bring with such destructive power in her hand.

*sneeze* Ugh, some assholes were talking behind his back, that was for sure. If he got his hands on them, he would make them regret they couldn't keep their mouth shut.

"Enemy down the corridor there! Fir... Guuhh!" the terrorist had no chance to finish what he was yelling as he along with his subordinates fell dead onto the floor, their corpses were turned into pincushion by various Black Keys impaled through them from many different angles.

"Sweet dream." Without batting an eyelash at the dead bodies, he kept walking down the corridor toward the place where the gunshot sound came from, his hands were in the trousers' pockets, Primy on his left shoulder while his feet felt like they were following the melody coming his music player.

Ah, the memory back then in Okinawa. So many lives had been wasted just like this time.

Dare no tame ni ikite kita no ka/ For whom have I been living all this time?

The fighting had finally started again. It was something couldn't be stopped since Primy only appeared in his true form for a few seconds and Lobo's howl could only do so much in enforcing the fear Primy had sent earlier. If he had to compare, it was kinda like Jaian bullied Nobita and then had Suneo enforced that fear in the manga Doraemon. And speaking of manga, it was somewhat lucky that the industry hadn't fallen as far as the music industry. Sure, many of them felt like they were created by some useless no-brain mangaka while at the same time, cliche and cringe-worthy fanservices could be seen basically in more than 80% of manga and anime but still, there were still quite a number of shining gems in that bunch of trashes. Maybe he should consider sponsoring those exceptional mangaka like that Hideaki Sorachi and his pet, Amachi Hideaki. Hot damn, their Gintaman was the best manga he could find in this time.

Also, go to hell Shueisha. Goddamn greedy milking publisher...

Boku wa wakaranai mama dakedo/ I still don't know the answer to that question,

Oh hey, this one was still alive! How fortunate. With little effort, he held onto the handle of one of the Black Keys and lifted the poor bastard up to his eye level.

"Where's your boss?"

The near-death pincushion struggled to form a coherent word. Come on, you cannon-fodder bastard! Ignite your Flame of Youth and fuel your motivation with it! Try your best, punch through the limit and never give up!

"...U... F... u..."

Wow, he had never cheered for his enemy yet it worked right in the first time he did it! Maybe cheerleader could be another...

Okay, stop right there, Watarimono Yuuto, he told himself. He nearly wanted to vomit because of the horrendous image that his traitorous magination had sent to him.

"Foufou!"

Thank you, Primy. Such a caring friend you was.

"... F... f... fu... fuc..."

A Black Keys suddenly appeared and impaled the bloody bastard from throat to the back of his head, silencing him before the word could fully form

"Sorry, not the answer I want to hear." He casually threw the corpse to the side and continued onward, not forgetting to clean the little blood that managed to get onto his blazer. Such filthy.

Dareka no tame ikiru hito nado/ but I do know that it's impossible for me to get close

*CRASH!*

Before he could go more than three steps, something crashed through a wall before flying through the window and fell right into the plot of land that he used to grow cactus. Now that was unexpected.

"Senpai!" the Demi-Servant of Shield stepped out from the hole on the wall. Ah, so she was the reason for that. Reminded him about the time she had accidentally broken through a wall in his house due to carelessness. Back then he hadn't not been sure if he should have a deadpanned expression or just laughing in amusement. At least in this case, he could easily choose the later. "Are you okay?"

"You seem lively." he chuckled mirthfully "And yes, I am okay. No need to be worry about that."

The relief could be seen on the face of the pinkish hair girl after hearing what he had said. However, it was briefly changed into a frown before her face returned to the usual expression. Hm...

"Something's wrong?" his left eyebrows rose a little bit

"Huh? Um... No... Nothing at all, senpai." The host of Galahad shook her head a little too fast and it only showed her discomfort much clearer. Oh well, if she didn't want to tell then he wouldn't push it.

Boku wa chikaku narenu/ to someone who lives for somebody else.

Hmm, he wondered where Musashi was now. With that thought in his mind, he continued walking down the corridor with Mash followed closely behind.

(Chapter end)

Author's note: I know this is a short update for such a long wait and I am truly sorry about that. My real life has been harsh on me lately and like it or not, I will have to put it as my first priority instead of updating my fics. The good news is that the next update will come soon, given that my semester examination has finally end and I will have 2 free days to write before the new semester can turn me into its chewing toy.

Also, to answer the concern about the age gap between Yuuto and Miyuki as well as Mayumi, I am very well-aware of the problem it might cause but I still choose them (well, Mayumi is the choice made by a winner of my question in a previous chapter) but no worry, I have plans to prevents that, not to mention it is not the largest age gap in the harem ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ After all, there is a reason why the song Izu no Odoriko has a very important role in my this fic (If anyone do a little research about it, I believe they will have a clue why). And I will repeat, the harem won't be changed anymore as it is already finalized and their 'bond moments' are already planned and considering. So for the last time, if any of you drop this fic because of the pairings/harem, thank you very much for following this fic to this point and I hope I can meet you insome other fics in the future.

Finally, the poll is closed now. Thank you very much for you taking your time to vote. The result will serve as a great preference for me.

Well, that's all for this time. Please read and review!