Fate Stay Night Umbra Bello

Chuckleswhy- She's technically a different person from Lostbelt Morgan, so while there may be some stylistic similarities, she won't fight like a Berserker.

Lord Alania- A lot of those questions will be answered at some point in the story, but for now, I'll answer that bit about Morgan.

Imagine a female Freed Justine with raven hair. Her fashion sense is oddly modern, usually wearing a somewhat fashionable black coat, even in combat. The form she was summoned in is similar to PH Morgan. However, while it is certainly revealing for the times she's from, it's leagues more subtle about it than her Pan-Human History counterparts.


Chapter XXV: A Change of Heart...

Date: 02/07/2004

Time: 6:57 pm

Location: Ryuudou Temple


"AAAAAARRRRRTHAAAAAA!"

'Artha' bisected the makeshift club her former knight swung at her.

Disarmed, 'Lancelot' couldn't deflect a series of punishing strikes from Excalibur.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" The 'Berserker Servant' tried fighting back with its bare fists. The force in its haymakers made the King think twice before continuing her assault.

But continue she did. Taking advantage of an overextended swing, her blade knocked the Knight back several meters, giving Artoria space to think.

This… this wasn't Lancelot.

That much was obvious.

Even Morgan couldn't have somehow broken the rules and summoned an eighth Servant.

But Servant or not, this copy's power was still real.

"RUN! FUCKING RUN!" A powerful crack resounded from Caster's shadows, clearing away the thick mist she had placed as cover, revealing the broken earth where the Berserker charged from.

Of course, no matter the Strength stat, a Servant with a weapon generally has the advantage over one that doesn't.

Thrice more, Excalibur struck.

Thrice more, the Mad Knight took zero damage.

"GYAAAAARGH!"

"Don't-!"

The King was unable to finish her warning as Lancelot had grabbed her face, and thrown her through the temple. The wooden materiel not having a hope of withstanding the weight of the armor crashing in at over 60 miles per hour.

Saber recovered, but didn't have the time to brush off the debris before he attacked again-

"I'LL END YOU!" the Berserker raged on, unhindered by the things humans call pain, and injury. Claiming an iron nail about the size of a ruler from the remains of the building as its weapon, he carried on the melee.

Saber deflected the weapon, and attempted to follow up with a slash to her Knight's arm that was merely shrugged off.

This allowed the maddened Lancelot to break through her defence and get Artoria in a hold.

"RRRRRAAAAAAA!" Saber didn't let it stand for long, as she released a burst of mana to kick him off, and launch the Berserker back into, and through the ceiling.

Saber quickly found herself back on her feet, and prepared for her foe's return.

Six seconds elapsed.

Six seconds to take a breath.

And then the roof caved in.

Sidestepping an incoming, gravity assisted hammer-fist that turned the floor into thousands of tiny splinters, The King of Knights responded with another blunt-force blow of her own to his chest, using the hilt of her legendary blade, awarding the black armor impacted with a fist sized dent.

"GRK-!" the Knight spat blood upon receiving an undoubtedly punctured lung. Too stunned to block an incoming haymaker from his former King that launched him back out of the building,

Separated, the two stared each other down.

Saber tried to think of something, anything to say to him. Their last encounter had done nothing but harden her resolve for what needed to be done-

"Hehehehe…"

"What?" The heroine took a step back, retrieving her blade from the image of her Knight that was slowly smoldering away.

What was beginning to take form from what she knew now to be an illusion exuded an aura.

It was something powerful.

Something feral.

She saw its face as it continued to cackle.

The second impossibility of the night.

But as soon as she registered her foes true identity,

She found herself in a mess of trouble.

She could only hope her Master was having an easier time...


"shitshitshitshitshitshitSHIT-!"

Shirou Emiya tripped over another mound of what could only be described as penis-bugs, and barely rolled out of the way in time to avoid being devoured.

Getting back on his feet, he swung his pipe at one of the flying ones coming right at his face- "-NYYYYOOOOOOPE! I DO NOT WANT THAT!"


ThemeSong- ENGLISH "Brave Shine" Fate/Stay Night: Unlimited Blade Works (Akane Sasu Sora)


"Y'know, the funny thing is, when I heard my granddaughter was dating the son of the infamous Magus Killer, I nearly soiled my robes in sheer terror. The fact that I'm over two hundred years old notwithstanding. Now, however-" a tap of his cane sent another swarm of penis-bugs Emiya's way.

"We're not- dating!" Shirou smacked the next two bugs out of his line of sight, but let out a grunt as three others got through, and began tearing at his thick coat before he could rip them off, "She's just a cute girl living at my place and helping me with house-stuff… (god, why did I word it that way…?)"

"Is that what they're calling it these days?" the old as shit man deadpanned.

The Master of Saber fought on the backfoot. Unable to compete with a true Magi in combat.

Tuck and rolling, he narrowly avoided getting caught in a corner as he tried to think of some strategy.

There were just too many of these familiars.

That, and they were nimble. Emiya found that he could only smash about one or two of them whenever his pipe moved through a swarm of the things.

Saber was out. He had no idea what Caster did, but one second the blonde knight was there, and the next she wasn't.

He still had his two command seals. He could use one to summon her here but wasn't entirely sure if it would work against something the magic oriented Servant could devise.

It was a chance he might have to take if he couldn't think fast.

According to the plan, Orso and Tohsaka should be on the way here once they realized Zouken wasn't actually home. If he could just buy enough time…

Assassin was fast. He'd seen it first hand back during his encounter with Shinji and Rider. From the Matou house to here should only take her a few minutes at the speed he saw her going. And that Archer Servant of Rin's should be able to back them up from kilometers away.

Assuming he didn't decide to shoot at Shirou instead for some reason.

Their last encounter was brief, but made the Bowman's distaste for him fairly obvious.

That and… there was something about Archer. Something that made Shirou feel like they just didn't click.

-It may also have something to do with the sword-arrow thing that flew by his head the second he turned the corner on that street.

Archer argued that he had been in a 'shoot first, ask questions maybe' mode. And couldn't be held accountable for a twitch reaction in a battle of life or death.

Shirou countered that that was bullshit, as the second projectile several moments later had shortened the hair on the left side of his head by a centimeter.

Archer claimed that he thought he saw a spider, as though that was reason enough to shoot a sword at somebody's face.

Shirou was reminded of the situation at hand when a smaller group of the bugs bore through his jacket and assaulted the skin on his back, resulting in a great deal of sharp, shearing pain.

"Grk-!" The young hero struggled to throw them off as an entire horde of insects threatened to sweep him out of the temple.

But to his surprise, the little monsters held in place.

"I bet you're wondering how I, Matou Zouken, was able to defeat the original Caster Servant entirely on his own." the being in question began to gloat.

"... yes." Shirou decided to feed his ego to buy time.

"You see-"


Three days ago…

Homurahara Academy...

Issei locked the door behind him with a feeling of unease.

The Class President, diligent he may be, wanted to be anywhere but his post right now.

Ordinarily, the quiet, empty halls of this High School were a source of calm at the end of a day filled with 'vampire attacks', bombings, and death threats against him for his policies.

Granted, about 80% of those threats seemed like Mr Yamashiro making requests, mainly about stopping somebody from stealing the chairs from his classroom.

But right now… something was wrong.

"Excuse me young man."

In a moment of uncharacteristic jitteriness, dropped his keys.

Turning to face the source of that gravelly voice, the resident of Ryuudou Temple felt his skin begin to crawl.

Standing not four meters away was a thing.

Not a man, a thing.

One that had not been there mere moments before. Announced only by what sounded like the flutter of an insect's wings.

"Can I… help you… sir?" Ryuudou dismissed his superstitious hesitance. Believing that the… old man was merely here looking for a relative. A grandchild, or perhaps a teacher.

"Yes. Yes you can." the stranger answered him, lowly cackling at some joke the student had missed. "You see…"

"I need your body."

"... I need an adul-!"

His scream echoed through the halls.

The same, comforting, empty halls where he could work in peace.

But one could only hear it for a few moments before they were drowned out by buzzing.

Swiftly followed by a deafening silence.


Present…

"Having my worms… occupy his body was the easy part. What came next was a gamble."

"... what… what did you say!?" Shirou growled.

"Oh, I'm sorry, was I not clear? Allow me to elaborate." Zouken acquiesced. "Knowing that my chances against the Caster Servant were nil in a direct confrontation, I, the ingenious Zouken Matou, hatched a plan."

The young Master began to back up as the Magus slowly approached, and predated.

"Seeing as Caster had elected to make her workshop a place frequented by a great deal of people, I knew she would have to make exceptions in the defence of her home. After all, if all the priests of that Temple were suddenly homeless, it would certainly raise suspicions from the local populace. With that in mind, I stole your friend's body as a sort of Trojan Horse if you will. After infesting his body with my worms, erasing his memory of the event itself was simple. As far as he was aware, nothing was wrong, except perhaps feeling unusually bloated, and unwell. After that, as I said, it was something of a gamble whether Caster would be able to detect my… intrusion. And as luck would have it, she didn't. Perhaps her defences were truly that weak, or perhaps she simply couldn't conceive of a threat coming from such a vector. Either way… by the time I arrived to do battle with the witch, it was too late."

"Her Master… Kazuki." Shirou realized his goal.

The Magus grinned with rotten glee.

Although, as his monologue began, Shirou had a hard time paying attention.

"What… what is that?" he wondered as he heard something in the distance.

"Indeed. While the Servant had me on the run, I had my familiars guide the unfortunate Ryuudou boy to the room of "Kazuki Yamashiro" in order to kill him." at this however, Zouken scrunched his features, "Although oddly enough, this is where the plan almost fell apart, because as soon as Ryuudou entered the room, that "teacher" accused the host of being a "foul imposter" and dealt an all but fatal blow. Had he known more destructive magecraft than reinforcement, well… perhaps it would be he you would be facing here, tonight. After that, my familiars emerged from the boy, catching that man off guard. Taking the chance, I made him my hostage, forced Caster to cancel their contract, killed her while she was vulnerable, and finally, used her remains to summon… let us call her "Fake" Caster for now. Of course, being freshly summoned, she was quite mana starved, and well… you saw what happened next."

There were many words that could describe what that story made Shirou Emiya feel.

Chief among them were rage, and disgust.

"Monster… I won't let you hurt anyone else!" Shirou was whipped up into a burning fury of justice, and charged the bug man.

"Young fool…" Zouken shook his head. "Don't you understand?"

Emiya attempted to break through a newly formed wall of familiars in his way with sheer willpower, and a pipe.

It wasn't enough.

"Drk-! GAH!!""

Shirou fought the mass of worms as he was enveloped, and wrestled to the ground.

The only resistance he could manage was a glare at the chuckling old man as he approached.

And the sound got closer.

And louder.

And annoying.

"You see Shirou Emiya, there is a moral to this story. Despite Caster's strength, as Magi, and as a person, despite what she was willing to do to win this war, one may find that all the strength in the world isn't enough… when the correct leverage is applied." Zouken told the young hero, as he jabbed his cane into his leg.

"Y-You… I won't let you hurt Saber!" Shirou declared, believing he had discerned his enemies intent.

"Saber?" Zouken blinked, "No, no, no. Caster has her well under control. I was referring… referring to dear Sak-" the Magus blinked, "... the devil is that noise?"

They both turned to the paper walls of this room of the temple.

Seeing two bright lights approaching very rapidly, Zouken briefly feared that a Servant was about to join the battle.

"But… why would a Servant be driving a modern vehicle?" The Matou Master recognized the characteristic thrum of a large automobile, accompanied by…

"What the hell is that music!?" Shirou recognized the noise as such, but could never imagine anyone playing it as anything but a joke-

"YEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAWWW-!"

"Sookinsin-!" the wormbag shouted before he had a very personal encounter with the bumper of a Toyota pickup. Resulting in a, rather disturbing, wet crunch as his body was launched out of the building.

Shirou, having barely rolled out of the way in time to avoid becoming roadkill himself, took his earthquake drill position, as the building sounded like it was about to collapse from the assault.

When the splinters, and various other debris settled after a few moments, he looked up to see the drivers side of the vehicle open up to reveal-

"..." the haori clad girl paused to look around as the tejano folk music came to a halt, then looked to him, "Somebody call an exterminator?"

Emiya had no true response to that beyond shocked silence.

While thinking of something to say, he heard the passenger side door open, revealing the Master of Assassin… stumbling out. Apparently disoriented by his Servant's driving.

"I… what was….wha-?" he tried, and failed to regain his balance.

His body then succumbed to gravity, and collapsed on the floor.


Meanwhile, on a nearby battlefield…

Everything was going to hell.

Taking a moment to hi- strategize behind cover, Saber tried to get her bearings.

"It's ridiculous! They just keep getting stronger as the fight goes on…!" she realized, now noticing that her intuition saved her only from the most lethal attacks. Her armor all but failing.

She might've been able to keep up with them if she was fighting at full power.

But now?

While, after Kiritsugu, she'd never complain about Shirou being her Master, she would be lying if she said she wasn't having issues.

Particularly in the mana department.

Every strike, dodge, feint, and retreat cost energy she wasn't getting back. And what's worse is tha-

...

The walls of the temple resounded with the sound of steady, heavy feet on old timber.

An attack from above, she reasoned, was her concern.

Determining the direction of its source on the vertical plane however, was impossible.

She could only be prepared to guard from any direction.

It took a long fifteen seconds for the approaching threat to come to a stop.

Then… nothing.

Nothing but the crunch of packed snow beneath her boot.

"Saber…"

An amused voice echoed around her.

"If you are the strongest class… why hide?"

"It's called a "tactical retreat" and I stand by it." the hero of the sword gripped her tool of war harder in indignation.

Her foe, roared in laughter before mocking his prey.

"Run, stand, Your fate is already sealed.

But your luck hasn't run out. Not yet.

Because I will grant you the mercy of a simple death.

A warrior's death."

Her instincts sounded an alarm-

"Wha-"

But she wouldn't react in time.

Because it was already too late.


"Master?"

"Is… he okay?" oh, Kirito? You're sounding unusually concerned with another human's well being...

"Nah, he's fine. Ya see, this is why I suggested we take that High-G training course Master." a blue-white blur scolded me.

"Ugh… that wasn't a training course... That was an ad for an amusement park in Mie." I told my Servant as she came into focus. "And a rollercoaster wouldn't be adequate preparation for what you call "driving" Assassin."

"... where'd you even get that car?" Emiya questioned our mode of transportation.


"Okita, run ahead. I'll catch up." my top speed would take too long to be of any help.

"... hold on a second." the Servant changed course, and ran into the middle of the street.

"The hell are you doing-?" I came to a stop.

A pickup truck screeched to a halt to avoid hitting her.

"Dumb bitch! Stay out of the damned road-gah!" the driver was pulled out of his seat-

"... Okita we don't have time for this-"

"In the name of the Shinsengumi, I'm commandeering this vehicle!" She beat the man into unconsciousness.

"Okita, in the time it took you to do that you could've been at the temple."

Without paying me any mind, the Servant entered the uncontrolled vehicle before it veered off the road, and brought it to a stop.

I walked over to the driver's side of the automobile without hurry.

We simply stared at each other for a few seconds.

"... knew I shouldn't have let you play all that Grand Theft Auto." I finally said.

"If you're gonna be a backseat driver, do it in the backseat."


"That's not important. What is important is getting this situation under control. What's going on?" I questioned the exposition hero.

"Well… Zouken was here." he stated the obvious.

"Yeah I gathered that, what else!?"

"I haven't seen Saber since Caster showed up. Apparently they're related, who knew?"

"... Morgan."

...

I froze upon saying that name.

Weighed down like my heart had turned to cold stone.

She couldn't be here.

She couldn't be-

There was something.

Something I forgot.

"Oh, so you knew." Shirou realized. Something something Batman.

"Where is the old man?" I tried to change the subject.

"Well, you just hit him with a steel battering ram going sixty miles an hour, so I'd imagine he's currently being a thin red paste on the temple walls." one could only hope that was the end of him.

"Were it so easy…" we're definitely not that lucky. "Still, I'd wager for now that his body is probably toast… or something you'd put on toast. We won't have to worry about him. At least until he magically comes back from near death again."

"Then we gotta help Saber." Emiya decided our next move.

"Agreed. Here's the plan- Shirou, you run out and get yourself killed immediately, and while you're busy exclaiming how you want whatever weapon they're beating you to death with, Assassin gets in position to make her move..." I outline an objectively perfect strategy.

"... is this about me leaving you behind with Rin?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I've simply decided it's time I start working with our individual strengths."

"How was that my-?"

"Hold on, what will you be doing Master?" Okita raised her hand like this was a school project, interrupting Emiya.

"Obviously I'll be remaining behind cover to observe Emiya's untimely demise and attempt to discern the fighting style of our opponent. "Know thy enemy" and all that." After all, getting in the way of a battle between Servants is a great way of shortening one's life expectancy. "And, if possible, we kidnap- I mean, save Saber from the enemies' dastardly clutches."

"... okay, sounds like a… okay plan. … counter-idea, maybe we come up with something that isn't predicated on my unnecessary- yet totally heroic, sacrifice?" Emiya, of course, objected.

"... what did you have in mind?"

"Well… they seem pretty much two steps ahead of us right? Maybe we should try something they couldn't possibly expect?"

"... what did you have in mind?" I ask a second time, dreading the answer for some reason.

"... use your head."


"WAIT WAIT-! I DIDN'T CONSENT! I DON'T WANT TO USE MY HEAD!"

"RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

The yelling grew distant as my own Servant, against my will, yeeted me like a football at the nearest target she saw as we charged out of the main building.

Unfortunately, that target turned out to be Saber.

"Wha-!"

Everything went black very briefly as my head collided with hers in an impact like that of a skull unto concrete.

Dazed once more, it took a few moments for everything to come back into view.

"... urk...I'm going to have brain damage before this war is over…" I realized while holding my head in my hands, attempting to contain the throbbing pain.

Well… that was pointless…

I'm not too sure about that. Caught me off guard, so the enemy almost certainly didn't see it coming...

"Orso? What are you- get back!" the person I was thrown into recovered from the impact, and surprise quickly and moved to guard me from… something.

"Wh-What's going on?" I ask her as I use a broken wall as support to stand up.

"... it's him."

well that sounds… ominous.

Shirou caught up quickly enough and started bombarding Saber with questions of his own.

"Okita?"

"I regret nothing." she sounded as though she was suppressing a giggle at my expense.

… no, I didn't think it was cute. Shut up.

"... whatever… you know what to do." Standard operating procedure at this point. Hide and wait for the right-

"There once was a Saber in blue."

no.

"With me she thought she was through."

"… so, Kirei lied to us." I realized, deriding myself for believing a single word that man said at face value.

"But I was simply set free."

The air around us picked up in a gale. The snow carried with it, obscuring the world outside our group.

The acceleration of mana in the air made my hair stand on end.

"Because H̴̡̝̹͉̟͕͎͂ͅé̶͍͓͚̪͛̆̌ found the ẗ̷̡͈̰̮̰́̄͊̕ŗ̶̞͕̝̲̭̺̝͕̘̭̭͓̀̌̄̓̉́͛̕̚̕ͅư̵͍̙̈͒̂́ę̸̧̧̩͈̗̝̟̙͖͒̋̍̈́̃̊͊̓̕͜ͅ ̶̡̼̲̺̻̫͔̊̈́͂͝͠ͅm̶̖͌̀ẽ̵̡̫̜̯̙͚͔͉."

Malice.

Malice and Sadism so intense a muggle could feel it-

"SABER MOVE-!" I tried to get her to avoid what was coming-

"Ÿ̸̪̲́͋̈̎̍̑̂́̊͒̈ȏ̸̝̘̗͙̇̉̍̓́̀̂͜͠ư̴̥̜͎̞̳̠͊̃̈́̒ ̶̢͙̭̭̲̩̝̓͠ś̴̡̼̜̥̺̼̪̗̱̗̃̌̀̓̊̽̒̽̐̂̈́h̵̜̮̮͚͕̯̖̤͔̒̒̒̌̅̒̇̉̊̇͜ͅö̶̻͍́̋̎̉̐̔̈̿̓̋͛̍̎͘͜͝ů̴̲͖̚̕l̷̢̢̢͚̖͎̜̺̫̹͕̿͋̒͜d̵̛͓̫͇̘̟̤̳͖͖͕̬̩̏̿̊͐͐̎́̎̿̓̅͝ͅ ̵̧̧̧̠̟̗͉̞̐̌̾͒̃̈̓̌͊̋̉̚̚ţ̶̣̭̜͗̂̓̌̀̆͐̿́̑̿̎͋͘͠r̵̨̘̹͚̭̦̘̱̖̗͖̗͍̤͗͐̿͋̀͋̒͘y̸͖͌̒͆͑͊͋̏̀͋͠ ̶̡̨̨̛̛̘͈̮̙̖͈͈̲͕͎͑͂̎͌̀̍̏̓̾̚͠î̶̢̠̯̮̣͉̓̒̇̃̀̃͛͛̑͌̕͘t̷̠̼̗̱́́͗̀ ̵̛̲̙̆͜t̴͙̤̼͆̔̔̅̐͐͜ó̷̡̨̺͉̼̹̤̹̳͈̗̗̥͗ǫ̶̛͚͇̹̟̫̜̮̺͍̝̃̌̈́̓̿̿͋̀̀͘͘͘.̷͉͕͇͙͎̥̓̈́̏͐̎̿͂́̊́̄̂͗.̵̮̞̥̮͚̱̭̼͎͕̳̟͓̍͛̈̍͛͘͜͝.̶̜͙͙̺͎̱̿͋̃̀"


"̶̱͎̺͙͙̜̀̃͋̿.̵͓̟̳͕͎̼̭̱͚̮̥̞̮͛̍̈͛̍͘͜͝.̷̥͎͙͇͕͉͗̂̄́̊́͂̿̎͐̏̈́̓.̶̨̛̝͍̺̮̜̫̟̹͇͚̀̀͋̿̿̓̈́̌̃͘͘͘ǫ̷̡̥̗̗͈̳̹̤̹̼͉̺͗́o̴̼̤͙͐̐̅̔̔͆͜t̵̛̙̲̆͜ ̷̱̗̼̠̀͗́́t̶̢͉̣̮̯̠͌̑͛͛̃̀̃̇̒̓̂͘̕į̶̨̡̛̛͎͕̲͈͈̖̙̮͈̘̾̓̏̍̀͌̎͂͑̚͠ ̸͖͋̀̏͋͊͑͆̒͌͠y̵̨̤͍̗͖̗̖̱̘̦̭͚̹̘̒͋̀͋̿͐͗͘ŗ̶̜̭̣͋̎̿̑́̿͐̆̀̌̓̂͗͘͠ţ̵̧̧̞͉̗̟̠̉̋͊̌̓̈̃͒̾̌̐̚̚ ̵̛̩̬͕͖͖̳̤̟̘͇̫͓̅̓̿̎́̎͐͐̊̿̏͝ͅd̷̢̢̢͕̹̫̺̜͎̖͚̒͋̿͜l̴͖̲̊̕̚u̶͍̻̎̍͛̋̓̿̈̔̐̉̎̋̈́͘͜͝ȯ̵͔̤̖̯͕͚̮̮̜̊̉̇̒̅̌̒̒̒͜ͅḧ̴̡̗̱̗̪̼̺̥̜̼́̂̐̽̒̽̊̓̀̌̃́s̶̢̝̩̲̭̭͙̓͠ ̴̛̠̳̞͎̜̥̒̈́̃͊û̸͙̗̘̝̀́̓̍̉̇̑͜͠ö̸̲̪͒̊́̂̑̍̎̈͋̈́Y"

-gnimoc saw tahw diova ot reh teg ot deirt I "!-EVOM REBAS"

-ti leef dluoc elggum a esnetni os msidaS dna ecilaM

.ecilaM

".̵̡͉͔͚̙̯̜̫̃è̶̖͌m̶̡͔̫̻̺̲̼͂̈́̊͠͝ͅ ̸̧̧̨͖̙̟̝̗͈̩̓͊̊̃̈́̍̋͒̕͜ͅé̵̛̙͍̂͒̈u̶̧͓̭̭̘͕̝̺̭̲̝͕̞͛́̉̓̄̌̀̕̚̕ͅr̷̡̰̮̰͈͊̄̈́̕t eht dnuof ̶̪͚͓͍̌̆͛́e̴̡͎͕̟͉̹̝͂ͅH esuaceB"

.dne no dnats riah ym edam ria eht ni anam fo noitarelecca ehT

.puorg ruo edistuo dlrow eht gnirucsbo ,ti htiw deirrac wons ehT .elag a ni pu dekcip su dnuora ria ehT

".eerf tes ylpmis saw I tuB"

.eulav ecaf ta dias nam taht drow elgnis a gniveileb rof flesym gnidired ,dezilaer I ".su ot deil ieriK ,os …"

".hguorht saw ehs thguoht ehs em htiW"

.on …

".eulb ni rebaS a saw ecno erehT"


I hadn't been able to move an inch before it happened.

A barbed, crimson spear flew faster than a bullet.

An attack that rewrites causality should be impossible to dodge.

It's a testament to how crazy her Luck was that it saved her once.

The odds of making such a metaphysical critical role on a D20 twice?

0.25 percent.

One in four hundred.

No one is that lucky.

No one.

So, when her blood sprayed out of her back from the fully penetrated wound and splattered across my face, I suppose I should not have been surprised.

"SABER!" Emiya called out.

In a manner not dissimilar from my own Servant, the Hero of the Sword began to cough up blood. But before she could continue the emulation of Okita's condition and collapse, the Blood Red spear began to flail and buck. The barbs held her in place until the motion was simply too wild, and flung her into the air.

Her landing could not be less graceful.

When she hit the ground, she tumbled upon the shore of the lake, and only came to a stop just before falling into it.

The lance, upon discharging its prisoner, returned to its Master.

Catching it with a single hand, the spearman gazed down upon us from the rooftop.

I looked him in the eye.

He was different now.

Like he's been… modified somehow.

He was an intimidating man then, to be sure.

But now?

Lancer's skin had become pale and grey. All of it. Like he'd bathed in an ocean of ashes. The only color on him being a red, full body tattoo, or war paint.

How do I know it's full body?

… he's half naked.

A true Celtic Warrior hides nothing.

Apparently whatever happened to him didn't care about censoring such… traditions.

"~Oh... is there any feeling like relieving blue balls?" A corrupted Cu Chulainn gave a harsh laugh, revealing a mouth that had been filled with canines.

Me and Shirou could only glare at the apparently still alive Lancer.

"Sorry to keep you all waiting. I guess I just had to... clear my head…" the Servant sounded as though he was making a joke.

An instinct developed over eons took over.

Thoughts of Fight or Flight filled my mind.

But it didn't matter. I couldn't move.

Not an inch.

I was… afraid?

No.

It was him.

He was exuding a pressure.

A tangible sense of killing intent.

I felt like a butterfly. Staring down the child amused with the idea of tearing my wings off.

"Speaking of which, if you two just stay still, I'll make this quick. But by all means, if you feel like dying on your feet, make my day." A twirl of the spear was followed by a leap to the ground.

I am going to die.

I am going to die

I am going to die.

I am going to die

I am going to die.

I am going to die

I am going to die.

I am going to dieI am going to dieI am going to dieI am going to dieIamgoingtodieIamgoingtodieIamgoingtodieIamgoingto-


Your story... is filled with blessings.


A wave of calm washed over me. And with it, the fear was expelled.

It was at that moment I realized how foreign the fear felt.

"Was that… a skill maybe? Some kind of intimidation roll?" I reasoned before wondering, "Then… what was that afterwards?"

Whatever it was, figuring it out would have to wait.

Lancer seemed to be taking his time. Seemingly confident he had us by the balls.

He probably did.

Shirou was as frozen as I was. Unable to break free of this intimidation skill.

Saber…

Saber wasn't moving. The only indication she wasn't dead yet was the fact that she hadn't faded away yet.

But if we didn't act fast, that wouldn't last.

Funny enough, if a similar occurrence hadn't already... occurred, I think the strange pangs in my heart at the sight would've paralyzed me more than Lancer's new ability.

Turning that pain into determination, I thought fast.

"A heart stab from Gae Bolg can't be healed… except when it can." Rin and her jewel were Sabers only chance.

Well… that or Avalon.

Yeah, but do you know how to extract it?

Archer might.

...I feel like you're avoiding the question... but I accept the answer.

Either way, we need to keep Saber alive long enough for them to get here. Assuming either will work in this case to begin with...

I stared the changed Servant down, having broken his hold.

"Ya see, there's the spirit I was looking for…" he raised his weapon to attack-

"By order of command seal- CUT HIM DOWN!"

The nerves in my hand exploded in pain as the power contained within was released-

"-What!?"

Lancer moved out of Assassin's way without a moment to spare.

"Did you forget me again Lancer!?" her amplified speed and power surpassed his as Okita pushed him back in a barrage of steel.

"Actually, yeah. To be honest, old me didn't think you guys would've made it this far-" he got off a fair insult before Okita's blade landed a blow across his chest, knocking him back. Discovering how deep the slash went, his outrage grew, "He wasn't far off though. This is where it ends for the both of you."

Okita didn't let him follow up on that statement.

In a motion that could only be described as a contiguous afterimage, she alone surrounded Lancer in a Blue-White blur- attacking from every direction at once simultaneously.

Swinging his weapon around in a method the Droid General himself could've been proud of, Sentata held his ground as a moat was slowly built around him from the shock of each impact between sword and spear.

The corrupted Servant grit his teeth as the swordswoman began to land blow after blow.

Taking a chance, believing he'd found a pattern in his enemies movement, Lancer switched back to offence, striking out at where Okita should have been-

But his luck had not improved since their last encounter.

Her intuition served Assassin well, as she knew to slide under her opponents attack, and land a shallow cut at his right Achilles in one motion.

But Lancer would not go down so easily.

His left foot, being the only functional one at the moment, permitted him to perform a backflip that positioned him back on the roof of the building he'd come down from just a minute ago. Expecting a hot pursuit, he turned to face my Servant-

Assassin did not follow directly. Instead, she went into the building, and cut her way through the ceiling to catch Lancer from behind, knocking him back down, and towards the lake.

"Shirou, come on-!" I pulled the trainee-hero along to Saber's impact crater.

"R-Right!" He pulled himself out of the ice Lancer stuck his mind in.

We came to a stop by the shore of the lake. Saber was facedown in the bloodsoaked dirt.

"Saber- are you okay!?" Shirou… really?

"I… have a goddamned hole in my heart... In what universe could I possibly be okay!?" oh good. At least she's talking...

"I… I thought you could dodge his spear? Like you did last time!? With the… the magical D20!?" … a fair assumption actually.

"You can't luck your way out of a bullshit time-breaking spear twice Shirou!" she yelled back, muffled through the dirt. Also a fair point.

"Enough! Shirou, go get Rin and Archer! They're the only people that can stop her from dying. … kinda surprised she hasn't bled out yet already." I send him off as I try to apply pressure to the back-end of the wound.

"I gets mah iron…" she started to sound delusional. Probably a bad sign.

"Wouldn't actually count on that one kid." Hajime suddenly cut in on the telepathic connection.

"... and why would that be?" I dare ask.

"Archer seems to be intentionally getting himself lost. If I were a bettin' boy…"

"He's hoping if he wastes enough time, Shirou will get himself killed?" this is starting to get old...

"Sounds about right." he answered, grimly.

Whatever, I don't have time for this…

"Minor change of plans. Shirou, stand at the entrance of the temple and try to flag Archer down. Try not to end up like a pincushion."

"... I'm going to trust that you know what you're doing." Shirou made what was probably a bad call before running off.

"Alright." I settled myself in for trying to keep some of her blood in. "Don't know what's keeping you alive right now, but let's be careful, and try to keep it that way..."


A dance of steel played out across the frozen surface of the lake.

The reach of Lancer's spear allowed him to break the ice in front of her in an attempt to trip her up.

It didn't work. Her Eye of the Mind kept her feet above water.

However, despite seemingly having the upper hand, she had to admit, without her Master's command seal providing a power boost, the field would certainly belong to Lancer.

The Servant that had undergone an alteration thrusted with a speed he hadn't shown before, catching Assassin off guard-

She avoided it… mostly, and delivered a deep cut to his midsection. Receiving but a scratch on the cheek in exchange.

Any ordinary Servant would've recognized it as a fatal wound.

Lancer however managed to keep fighting. His Guts skill having changed little in the corruption.

Using her forward momentum to his advantage, the spearman gained as much distance as his left foot could take him, breaking the ice beneath him with the force.

She knew better than to let him get away, '

Cutting down the distance between them in an instant, she brought her weapon down on her mid-air opponent.

Lancer turned in time to block the attack, resulting in its kinetic energy knocking down through the ice, and into the lake. Assassin lost him in the blackness.

It didn't take long for him to resurface.

Exploding out of the ice over thirty feet away, he had the space he needed-

"Sharpen your Fangs-!"

His weapon bled violent, vengeful mana.

Okita readied to cut the distance between them-

"GAE-!"

Before either could act, three projectiles slammed into the Spirit of the Spear, exploding into a blue-red mist.

"Archer..?" she recognized the attack, but didn't waste time questioning the asist.

Instead, she sprinted right into the area Lancer had once occupied.

With the cover of the mist, she couldn't get a read on where he was.

When it cleared, it became obvious that her quarry had run off.

"Dammit… got away again." she grit her teeth at the idea of wasting a command seal like that.

Turning back to the source of the artillery barrage, she found EMIYA perched on the tallest remaining roof of the temple. Seemingly about as annoyed as she was at the prospect of Lancer's survival.

EMIYA, in truth, was concerned less about the fact that Lancer had gotten away, and more with why he'd escaped.

"An Altered Cu Chulainn could only be more aggressive than before… so why would he run from a "good" fight?" he questioned. Unaware of one simple fact.

Lancer's new Master was playing chess, not checkers.

And they had just captured the White Queen.


I took out what was just about the last big jewel I had, and drew out its power.

My healing magic wasn't all that powerful to begin with… and that's before I was dealing with a Servant with magic resistance, and a supposedly unhealable wound.

Would her own defences try to fight me off?

I considered asking her to lower those defenses, but decided against it. Relaxing anything is the last thing she needs right now.

Instead of the heart, I focus on closing up the wound, trying to stop the blood loss.

Luckily, the skin and flesh outside the heart didn't seem to be affected as badly by the curse as the targeted organ.

Rebuilding the damaged-

Error.

Cells primarily constructed of unknown spiritual energy.

… right. Servant. Probably made of spirit stuff.

Definitely not like healing myself, or any other human.

Directly repairing the cellular bodies was out…

I tear off my left sleeve. Biting down hard on my thumb, I release mana filled blood to use as ink in the writing of three runes-

ᚱᚷ

Transcribing the meaning, and intent through a sectioned off thought-

...not entirely sure how I knew how to do that.

Regardless, I apply the cloth to Saber's back and move my energy through it. A direct life-energy transfer using the runes as a bypass.

It won't repair damage like I'd like it to, but it'll keep her alive by tying her life to mine like life-support.

It doesn't take long however before I start to feel the strain of supporting two Servants.

"... I'm not him you know." Saber tries to tell me.

The statement… it hits me.

I don't know why, but it does.

"Don't care. I'm trying anyway." is all I can say.

"Your Servant needs your energy, not me."

"The hole in your chest would disagree."

An uncomfortable silence takes hold for a while.

In what felt like an hour, but was probably only a minute, I began to experience that feeling you get when your body knows that it is sick. Fragile, and sick to the stomach. Cold was a given where we were, but it definitely got worse.

"... you never answered my question." Artoria tried to remind me.

"Hm?"

"What did you think of my plan?" Huh?

… oh, right.

Her wish…

"If the Grail granted your wish… well, perhaps an over-glorified punchbowl could have chosen a better King than a rock with a sharp stick pointing out of it... or Vivian's throwing arm- gonna have to get back to you on the rock-paper-scissors mechanics of that-, but… no. It wouldn't have worked. Because it wasn't any of those things that made you worthy as a King. Your integrity, honor, strength of will, and the kindness your choices all sprang from, those were what made you worthy as a King. And there was not a man in all of Europe that could have worn that crown. What I saw as the cause for the Kingdom's collapse was the failure of a certain druid that was too busy thinking with his second head when he should have been providing guidance." I meant it. Every word.

Why am I saying this!?

Why am I feeling like this!?

Like I know her!?

Like I'm losing her!?

"You never once failed me ******."


"You never once failed me ******."

"... please. Don't go." I beg. The weight of knowing what I'd lost, and what I'm losing again crushing my heart.

They're back.

I just got them back!

He can't just…

He can't just smile like this is nothing!

"You never did know which battles to fight my friend. That's… why you had me do the fighting, right?" their hand rests reassuringly on my shoulder.

"You were chosen because… because it couldn't be anyone else."

He was, after all, the ***** ****.

The magic that permitted his residence in this realm could no longer sustain him.

"In the end, it seems even your will cannot defeat time and death. But still… even if you could only lose… the fact that you kept fighting for them anyway…" he laughed like he did way back when. "That's why I always knew, without a doubt…

You secretly like people, don't you?"


The memory is there! I know it is!

Who I…

who I was…

.. no.

No.

That's not me.

That's… someone else?

But... I was there!

"Saber… why do I know you?" I demanded to know.

"... you don't. We have never met before the Holy Grail War." she said, extremely specifically.

"Bullshit! I know who you are, I know your legend but-! … how could I know King Arthur? I'm just a kid from Jersey…"

She contemplated a proper answer.

"At one point perhaps… but the second you touched the moonlight world,

Ro̶̰͝b̶̧͘e̶̪̍rt Or̶̢̢̡̜͍̫͈̲͎̲̯͚̫̠̼̪̱̜̲̪͕͖̻̼̭͉̼̣̪̠͇͇̦͍͔̦̦͔̳͙͉͉̦̦̈̓̈́͗͑̆̏̒̇̓̐͒͆͆̒̓͂̀͜͜͝ͅs̸̡̨̨̛̺͍͇̭̪̖̻͇͚͖͍͙͖͖͍̦̞̠̠͙̭̬̹̙̱̠̹̋̃̀́̊́̉̿̇͂͋͋̔̈́̓̊̉̉̎͘͘͠͝͠͠ō̴̡͈͚͇͈̹̪̤͍͓̭͍̞̜͙͍͒̊̿̋͆͋͛̐̀̋̎̏̾̈͋̍̂͆͋͌̓̾͋̌̑̈́͘͘̚͝͝ͅ ̸̡͓̫̝̟̺̺̜̩̑̑̾̑̑̏̈́͑̌̿̚̕͜͝ḑ̶̧̨̛̪̹̭̝̫̙̳̩͍̩̳͎͓̺͈̹͎̬̞̲̥̙̲̣̱̪̹̳̜͕͍͚̘͓̂͒̈́̿͊͆̅̍̃̃̈́͗͑͋̊̊͗́̇̋͒̉͂̆̄̊́̋̚͠ͅͅį̷̨̧̡̢̯͉̹̭̙̗̯͍̳͖̼͎̩͙̫̘͈͎͓͉̲̲̖̬̘̥͔͖͉̳̳̝̤̣͚͈͚̿́͊̿̓̃̑̏̈͆̉͂̈̐̑̀̒̀́̉̐̚͜͜͝͝ͅḙ̷̢̢̛̤̙͈̲̙̼̫͚̞͙̲͈̞̰͇̋̉̒͐̽̍̐̋̈́͌̽͑̊̈́̾̓̀̍̿̇̕ͅd̶̩̞͓̺̗͔̰͔̠̫̘̥͉̦̤̃͒͊̋̇̌̑̓̀̓̊̌̈́̾̅̾̇̏̍͗͆̿̄̀̕͘͝.̸̛̭͙̞̖͓̗̫̎͛

I couldn't register the words.

It… it was impossible.

I'm not…

I'm still here, aren't I?!

I was about to argue further when I saw an out of place expression on the King.

"L-Listen… y-you… you need to run…" she tried to warn me about something.

"I won't leave you…! Not this time..." I heard my voice break.

It didn't make sense.

I don't… I don't know why I'm acting like this.

I don't know her.

I don't.

I don-!

It was then I noticed a shadow.

no. Not a shadow.

The Shadow.

Rising out of the lake, it unfurled its tendrils in a manner that encompassed all paths to escape.

Not that I planned to anyway.

I was too tired to feel fear.

So, when I looked it in what wasn't an eye, I felt nothing but cold, grim determination.

"Well… 'ello beastie."

The limbs of the monster began to clasp shut around us.

… no, not us.

Saber.

"You want her? You. Can't. Have. Her." I tried, and failed to prepare an attack with my free hand…

In the last moments before darkness it could touch me-

My gut exploded in pain.

The wind was knocked out me as well as a metal gauntlet launched me back twenty feet, and through the monster's grasp.

In my daze, I could only barely make out that it was Artoria who had dealt the blow.

"... I leave the rest to you." she said as the Shadow pulled her under the lake in a splash sprayed ice-cold water across the shore.

"ARTHUR!" I call out, trying to stand despite the icy area not providing much traction.

By the time I could run, the water had already settled.

I heard Shirou shouting at me, but I wasn't listening.

I dove in after her.

Everything stung.

My muscles.

My veins.

My magic had run dry, so this was all on human power.

Human power that had been almost entirely siphoned off to keep her alive.

I wouldn't let it go to a waste.

I wouldn't let him down again.

… I don't know what I'm saying.

It doesn't make sense... It's like…

Something out of a dream?

… she knows.

Saber knows what's going on.

I need answers.

I push myself deeper.

The water is clear, and fairly calm. But it's deep.

… this lake is not that big, how the hell is it this deep!?

I gotta be at least 200ft down and I still don't see the floor!

Nearly out of Oxygen entirely, I nearly decide to return to the surface, vexxed, and... pained beyond belief that I lost her.

Then, just barely in view, I saw her.

Saber… she's alive!

… or what counts for that with Servants at any rate.

With renewed vigor, I propel myself to greater depths.

The Shadow… it was harder to make out in this darkness, but it was still there. It still had her in its embrace.

It clearly wasn't expecting me to come down here. Let alone try to fight it.

So when I used the last ounce of my energy to blast it with Gandr, it pulled away like one would after getting a sudden, unexpected static shock. It was only stunned by the surprise of it, not the curse itself, so I did not have long to act.

The weightlessness was the only thing permitting me to carry Artoria with me as I raced for the surface.

As black spots began to fill my vision, the only thing my brain could register was that her grip was tighter than it ought to be-


"There!" I heard Shirou called out.

Rin, who seemed to be chewing him out over something a second ago, didn't waste much time in sprinting over to the shore I was approaching.

"Rin, I don't think we should get too close yet!" Archer tried to warn her, without getting into specifics, about something only he could see.

"Shut up Satan! Baeber needs my mana- I mean help!" his Master however, seemed to have other priorities.

I finally reached the shore, about ready to pass out.

Y'know, getting knocked out all the time like this is gonna give you CTE.

I think we went over this earlier actually…

Memory loss is one of the symptoms…

you should see a doctor when this is all over.

"No… nobody actually help me..! It's not like her armor weighs as much as a fuckin sack of bricks-!" I complain after getting an adequate amount of air into my lungs.

"Don't worry Baeber, I got- ...you?" Rin came to a sudden stop with a confused look. Shirou, when he caught up, acted in a similar manner

Now, noticing nobody was moving to help Saber, I grew concerned.

"... please tell me I pulled Saber up." I asked, worried that I may have grabbed something else in my low-oxygen state.

"Well uh… you got Saber… but when and how did you change her clothes?" Tohsaka…

… what?

"Rin..? What do you mean? My wardrobe has not changed in the slightest."

… If I wasn't already on the verge of hypothermia, that tone would have given me chills.

Saber…

She sounded… dead?

Rising to her feet with a strength as though she were the one who'd saved me, I could finally see just what exactly had everyone on edge.

Her armor, while retaining its steel-silver base, had been utterly corrupted by black stains, accentuated by creeping red tendrils.

Her skin had turned pale, much in the same manner as Lancer, only with hints of her color remaining. Like she was in a state of living death.

The main indication that she had not changed completely as a person however, was her face.

She showed concern for the way her allies looked at her like she had some secondary something she wasn't supposed to have a secondary of.

And there was a calmness in her green right eye. One her striking amber right could not emulate.

"... do I have something on my face..? Friends..?" she asked in an ill-fitting cold tone.

"Hey guys I sent Lancer running home with his tail between his legs so we better-!" Okita finally arrived on the scene with a couple new injuries, then stopped to ask-

"... who's the new Saberface?"


ENGLISH "This Illusion" Fate/Stay Night (Akane Sasu Sora)


DUN-DUN

DUN-DUN

TAIGA DOJO!

"YOU DIDN'T KILL LANCER!?" Student #1 exclaimed.

"Ý̶̻O̸̗͗Ù̶̱'̷̠̌R̵̗̀E̸̤̓ ̸͓̀N̷̤͋Ö̸̗́T̶̰͘ ̵͙̉H̸̤̎U̴̍ͅM̴̢̓Ä̴͉́N̸͕̅!̸͇̋!̵̬̉!̷̝̊" the great cat accused me in a way that made it impossible to win.

Taiga, what are you doing?

"Teacher read the first few chapters and decided you needed an editor. Then she found the glitch-text generator and became kinda obsessed with it…"

"Ḯ̴̬̈́'̵͖͔͐̉̿̓m̸̨̲̝͛̚ ̵̛̱͠à̵̝͚n̵̬̭͑ ̸̡͉͉̑̚é̵͖͇͛̑̚ḋ̶̨̝̰̗̇̋͝ũ̶̻͋c̴̘͎̑ͅͅḁ̴̼͇̭͑t̵̗͍̮̑ͅō̴͖ŕ̴̨̟ ̴̜͉̂̚f̸̨̳͂̋̊͊į̴͉̰͂͝r̴̫̬̉̄͘s̷̯̯̍͝t̵͔̀̋́̕,̵͖͒̃̓̕ ̶͉̩͂̆͊a̴̗̝̙͎̅̇̌̏n̷̤͑̕d̷̢́ ̵̥̀͂͂̽ā̵̈ͅ ̶̞̈͐̎̏J̶̧̀̿̋a̶̤̺͛͝g̶͙͐u̸̧̮̍̎a̴̹̭͈̅r̵͕̽̑̇͌ ̸̯͒̔̒́W̸̗̬͔͋͛͊̈ạ̸̟̘̩̃̐̓r̴̘̆̋̊͆r̸̺̟̿ī̷̢̮̀̊o̷̓̈́̓͜͝r̸͙̖̩̞͑ ̵̭̋̒̕͝s̸̱͈͚̈̏ë̸̩͔̠̓ć̷̅́͜ȏ̶̢̢͍̍n̵̗̼̗̬̉͋͐d̴̙͈̲͇͌̀͌.̵̪̜̹̑" the wise one nodded proudly.

I don't recall giving you permission to change my story…

"The introduction of the dojo seemed like enough of a cry for help…" the panzer-commander pitied me.

Right… any final advice for our humble heroes?

"T̶̡̢̨̠͚̦̳̲͙̻͈̥̺̋̌̉̔͆̊̇̈̐͋̂͘͠h̸̢̪͉̲̯͚͉̗͇͖͎͒̉̏͛͋͂̂̎̋̀è̵͔̰̖̺̦͍̱̰͎̟̯́̈́͂̈͜ ̵̢̫̪̫̭̥̦̳͋̉̌͘ȩ̴͇̹͙̏̀n̵̝̼͌̍̌̄̔͋̂̅̕̕͠ē̷̟̳͉̖̺͆̎̔͗͐̇͑̋̏̋͂͝ͅͅm̵̢͇̭͉̪̰̯̹̣̞̞͌̈́͛͊̕y̷͕̋͂͗'̶̧̲̤͇͎̹̦̞̱̜̘̭͆͊͐̋̿̍̑̔͂̊͘̕ͅs̸̢̳̗̹̭͈̤̪̆̌͋͋́̈́͝ ̸̙̘̯̗̬̮̪̖͇̻̈́̿̀̌̇͆̐n̵̤̼͖̯̿̀͑̓̓̃̋̚u̴͙̞̣͚̹̻͈͂̓͐̒̐̕m̶̨͎̼͚̻̼̤̲͍͙̻͎̞͎̂͜b̶̮̫̮̳͉̖̪͓̀̾́͐͋̔̉̀̍̾͌̇̐͗̚ĕ̷̩͍̜̬̻̞͚̺͋͂̽͜r̷̳͍͚̝̯̤̪͎͈̊͛̀͑̊̃s̴͉̯̩͇̣̬̼͍̯̫̺͇̍͐̈́͗̌̌̽̿͒̈̎͑͑͝ͅ ̷̝͎͈̫͙̲̗͎̩̺͈̣̇͆g̷̮̟̾̐̀̃̊̌̾r̵͙͉̊̈͆̔̽͆͂̈́͘̕̕ò̵̪̲̻͆͊͛̉̾̊͂͒̚͝w̷̢͉̮̺̺̙̱̘̼͇̦̘̓͊ ̶̲̩́̓͐́̽́͊̈͠e̶̡̥̥͈͖̮̰̪͕͐̌͜v̶̨͉̳̯̗̗͒̓̈́̔̾͗̒̔͂̈́̒́͘͝ḙ̴̡̧͉͙̙̥̔r̶̢͚̻̥͕̲̪͚̜̪͕͙̤͔͐͛́̐̏͌̓̇̚͝͝y̸̛͚̘̪̠̰̘̬̬̪͋̌d̶̨̢̳̗̲̜̩͍̱̲͊a̴̧̡̱͖̳̝̣̖̤̰̎̀͐́̐͆̈́̌́̌͠ŷ̷͈͙̲͍̻̯̙͈̳̫̲͙͉̬̭̓̾̈́͊̅͝!̵̺̊̌͛̎̾̑̄̕͘̚ P̶͍͕̥̟͍͕̊̒̃͜ȑ̶̳͇͈̥̘̣̫̮͉̳͍̞̮̦̗̤̯͊̐̑̅͘͜o̵͍̯̖͇̟͙̩͇̤͙̜͔̍͝t̸̡̨̛̪̰̬͔̱̭̥̽́̈̋͌̚̚͠ȩ̶̧̧̠̪̗̮̤͚̳̖͎͙̖̦̺͔̐̆̉͌̿̎̓̊̕͘͠c̶̡̝̹̪͕̼̟͈̱̰̞͇̠̱̝̭̩̳̜̽̉̓̾͐̈͝ͅͅt̷̢̢͔̻̮̳̬̹̰͚̔̀̍̇̓̌̓̏̇̓̀͒̕͝ ̸̢̧̨̺̫̬̲̼̠̬̞̮̯̑͗̽́̕͠͝͝ẃ̷͖̦͚͎̤̜͖̩̟̰̈́͜h̶̢͖̠̠̱̻̺͔̣͇̯͓̤̼͔̞͔̯̑̒͐̉͐̔̄̑̐́̔̌̓̚̕̚͝a̵̢̛͔͓̯̯̲̎̈́̂̋̓͐̎̇̂̽́͗̽̒͐́̕͜͠t̵̢̛̲̲̗͈̘̮̰̗̜̮̹̱̺̖̞͇̩̪̓̑̈́͋̄̊̿̌͑̃̂͋̓̀͛̈́͒͊͘͘͝͝ ̷̧̯̫̣͔̹̗́̐̈́̀̈́̎́̀̄̀m̶̡̨͔̼̯͋̽̅͗͐͒͐̈̑́̏͛̅̓͌͒̍̒̇͘̕̕͠a̸̧̳̻̦̣̻̱̱̖͓͎̫̗͕̠̝̳̟̝̠̠̦̮̋́̊͊͒͋̂́͐͋̈̍̾̚̚͠͝͝͝ţ̷͙̜̱̪̠̰̺̣̳͍͔̰̌̄̀̂̋̌͝ţ̵̦̱̦̰̻̮̠̬͍̩͖͎̼̊̅͆͐̿͐̇̈́͝ẽ̸͔̭͙̯̲̭͉̥̠͍̯̫̲̲͍̩͈̳̰̿̃̅͐̈́̽̾̅̉̏̆̕͜͜͝͠͠r̶̛̹͖̱̗͎͂́͋̔̄͑̏͋š̶̛͇̲͍̥̳̞͎̱̦̺͐͛͌̄̓̊̀̓̈̀̀̉̚͠͝͝ͅ ̷̙̪͉̱̝̖͖͉̰̫̼͔͗̓ͅṁ̷̛̭̜̙̠̖̈́̾͂̒̽̉͑͒ǫ̶̢̨̨̻̳̗͚͍̹̳̠͔̙̝͉̥̼̪͎̥͗̔͑̐̈́͝s̶̘̥̝̗͝ͅt̵̤͇̮̮̠̒̌̂̐̅̃̏͗̓̋͛̕͘͘,̴̧̻̐̎̈́͒̿̍͒̂̍̈́̈͝ ̸͉̠͖͙͈̳̳̆̏̈́̏̀̋͘͝ͅą̴̡̝̗͎̠͓͙̭̘̘͍̲̭̊̈͋̿̆̈̆̂͋̏̾͂̌͑̌͌̈̅̉͋͊̕̚͜n̷͍̞̪͚͙̎̋̈́͂͗̋̈́̈́̒̏͂͘ͅd̴͖̮̰̮̰͛̏̊̈́̓͑́̇̀͜ ̸̛̠̝̻̩̀͆͂͗͝p̸̨̞̩͇̦̞̱̝͇̮̳͇͇̣̦͚̓̓̓̌̿̈́̀̀̄̆̈́̀͊̑̽̓̚̕͠ͅŗ̵̡̠̖̗̳͈̹̞̙̞̞̦̭̣̩͉̗͎̖̜̀̊̓̔̏̈́͜͝ͅę̶̨̪̯̞͕͈͈͈͓̳̽̀̍̓̄̊͋̋̂͝͝͠͝v̵̧̺͔̗̫̓̊̆̉̐̂͋̊͂͑̓̆̋̌͌͌̓̂̇͘͠͝͝ả̷̡͓̯͇́͒̂́̊̀͗̄̀̐̓͛͌̑͘͘i̸̡̨̧̢̻̜̥̯̪̟̪̗̞̺̭̙̖̜͔̜̠͐̀̉͌̈́́͒̆́̏͌͛̇̌͂̚̚̕͜͜͝͠l̴̩̍̎͑̈́̇͑̌̃- ơ̷̢͎̻̘͇̜͉̖̯̮̲̭̹͙͉̦͑͌́̅̀͐̽̃̈́̆͛̒͒̏̄̿́͋̐̒͑̚̕͜͝͠r̶̛̯͍̻̞̗͓̣̭̥̖̥͇͐͗̽͂̊̃̔̌́̓́̏͐̉̋̇͐̆̂̋͝͝͝͠͠͝͝ ̸̢̧͈̱͉͈̱̘́͘ş̸̢̛̞̦̭̟̝̘͈͈̪̾͐̈̎́̅͛͒̈́̄̓̈́͋̃͋̉̾́̆̕ç̴̢͙̭̘̣͕̠̜̱̜͎̜͍͗͛̊͊̀̂̐̄͂̉̽̓̒̆̓͂̚ö̴̧̡͇̹̮͎̪̻̙̻̹̱͖̠̪̜̩̬̞͈̘̖̭̟͎̖͔́́̏̑͂͋̋ͅr̴͓̳͇̼̩͙̝̫̭̩̀͐̀͊͆̊̋̈͊͌̍͘̕͝c̴̼̥̞̩̩͙̞̪̜̊̋̋̔́͂́̈́̆̑͐́̃́̿͘̚̚͜͝͠͝͝h̷̨̡̨̢̛̩̖͙̬̘̱͓̬͉̩͔͎͇̞̣̦̔̾͂́ͅ ̴̡̡̙̜̘̟͕̩̯̙̻̙̹̪̰̪͚̫̝̭̤͚̹̭͎͖͋͒̐͛̐͘͘͝t̴̲͉̺͖̠̉́̓͐̂̍͌͊̕͜͝͝h̷̢̡͈̲̟̙͓͇̙̼͇͌̂̎̄̃͊̋̀͑̽̈́̽͊́̂́͗͛͗͒̏̾̈̓̚͘͝ę̶̨̛̗̟͓̰̲̼̻̰̠̍͋̋͊̓́̈́̿͛͆̎̀̐̅̇̆̔̃͋̂̚͜͝ ̴̡̨̛̙̗̣̬̲̫̺̦̲͖̣͈̭͋͐͌̋̇̃͑͒͗͋̆ͅe̷̡̪͚͈̠̫̠̝̰̙̝̹̮̥̺̘̯̙̔́̇̋̌̈́̾͋̈̇̓͌̏̈́͂̈͐̾̚͠͠ă̵̧̛͖̭̫͇̮͔͕͖̰̱̩̣͇͚͓̤̆̓̏̈͆̇̏͂̆̀̾̾̃̆̈́̈́̍͝ŗ̶̧̡̟̤̹̞̩̰̭̮̱̘̗̦̬̑͛͂̍̔͐̍͂̌͂̒̋͗́̈́̈́́̈́̀́͝͝͝t̷̡̡̡̥͓̯̘̖̫͈͖̘̰͕̟̳͙̼̥͕͚͂̈́͑͌͐̑̔͋̋̀͌͊̓͐̅̒͋͘̚͘͠͝͝͝͠ḧ̷̢͖͈̝̮̗̣́͐̇ ̴̣͙̩̒̎̈́̈͗̅ą̵̧͖̝̝̜͈̮̲̠̳͉̱̟̣̮̩͉̺͔̠̤̝̑͗̀͗̈̈́̈́͛͜ͅn̷̨̧̬̰̬͗́͌̂̒͑̕͜͠d̶͚̭͙̗̩̄͜ ̵̥̩͓̩͍̗̘͔̜̞̹͈̜̭͚̥̜́͆̔͒̏̊́̅̌̾͑̾͆͛̐͋́̈͊͋͑̿̆̚͘͝͝ȩ̸̢̨͈̜̣͈̺̪̤̱̟̜͕̼̯̙̬̜͇̜͚̞̫͚̫̙͊̈͊͑͗̿̆̾͊͋́͋̏͆̌̑͛͛̒̓͗̚͘ͅn̷̖̮̮̬̫̠̬̝̫̝̭̮̝̲̩̘̹̂͆̏́́̄̇̽͊̓͑̓͜͝s̴̜͎͔̆̈́̽̍̓ụ̷̢̢̢̺̙̰͔̤̯̞͍̥̲͈̱̰̙̝͖̇̐̔̾̈́͑͗̆̉͑̑̀̓͗̐̏̚̚͜ͅr̶̡̰̲͚̘͇̘̱̮̭̞͈̺͓̹̻̟̯̯̰̘̞͙͇̗̜̹͐͌́͊̆̊̔̈́͌̑͗̓̀̐̂̔͝ȩ̷̢̼͕̝̮̘͙͕͔̜̼̠̜͚̫̦̝͐͜͜ ̴̧̢̛̛̙̺̥͓̣͎͍͓͕͙͐̅͆̂̿̈̅̔̈̈́̓̑̓͛́͛̀̇̚͝n̵͕̻͈͈̥̮̹̼̙̝͚̻̥̳̳̹̘̓͗͆͌́̍̋̅̚ö̷̝̲̻̳̭̫̜̤̞̬̭̩͍̺̗̱͚͉̳̹̆̆͂ͅͅń̸̬͈͇̓̒̉͒́͆͛͛̓͐̋̇͗̀͛̎ē̶̛̘̭̗͓̬̯̳̩͚̫̽͊̈́̒̈́̽͆̾̕͘͜ ̷̨̛̛̫̝͚̘̬̯̥̟̗̹̙͎̗̠̮̟͓̗͈̙͛́́͛͑̋͗̋̚͘͜m̶̧̲̠̹̲̜̯͕̭̯͇͇̟̞͉̖̹̰̞͉͚̘̙̹̦̏͒̒̽ͅạ̷̙̻̱̹͈͖̏̒̌̃̏̽̋̒͘̚y̴̧̤͇͇̤̘̦͓̭̯̗̱̞̟̬̘͉͚̌̒̂̂̓̔̈̽̈́͑̔́̋̔̑̍͐̕͝͝͝ͅ ̴̢̨͍̟̲̞͈̗̤͖͓͎͔̖̰̝͇͕̟̪̳̳̹͚͑͒̔͂̔̒̋̓ç̵̡̛̛̜̥͈͕̰̭̦̬̻̣̰̖̪͔͍̝͈̝͒̃̈́̌͛̈͊̂͐̉̔̐̀̾͐͋̈̒͑̀͝͝ľ̴̻̤̰̼̙̑̄͌̓̌̇̔͒̏̔͌̎͌̄̾́́̈̾͊̚͝ą̴̦̲̮̮͎̞͈̖̠͔̘̦͎͎̩͈̱͇̯̹̝̟̙̪̼̹̋̾į̵̧̡̛̤̳̠̼̥̬͚̹͖̻̖͉̥̗̙̗͒̑̄̏̀̄͂̇̇͆̈́̌͗̚͜͝͝m̸̡͇͖͙̫̠̈̆̏̑͂̽̀̅̿͋͂̕͝͠͝ ̶̢̡̛̲̲̙̠̯͇̟͙̻̣̜͙̪̫̣͉͔͖̣͋̒̉͗̾́̏͐̀̀̾̕͜͠͠ͅͅͅv̵̧̞̲̯̙͖͇̺̼̱͓͉̩̹̘̭͛̏͗̏̈̇̾̂̏̑̍̀̍̅̅̑̿̚͜͝i̶͇͎͈͇̬̳̠̞̣͔̱̮̙̝̰͓̦̖̱̙̟͕͕͋̊͌̈́̊ç̸̢̨̺͖̲͎͎̙͖̝͔͓͙̿̋̑͂̇͜͝t̷̢͖̙̣̗̱̼̤̩̟̞͚̥͖̱͚̩̮̺̻̹͔̏̂̏ͅǫ̴̢͇̥̺̤͕̖̱̗͕̞̘͍̹͔͙͚̳͖̣̥̈́̄́̆̈̄̐̆̕͝ṙ̸̘́̏͗̂͆̽͛̏̑͘͝͠͝ŷ̵͈̖̺̙̝̼̳̼̓͑̈́͜͝!"

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The World's greatest English Teacher gave a take so great I had to move the descriptive text down four spaces to make this sentence legible.

"Oh! You should find a Magi tutor soon! As Onii-Chan knows all too well, novices and improper training can lead to unnecessary obstacles." the girl without a route gave her opinion.

Like I didn't have enough of those already.

Great, now I'm gonna have to change the password on my account...