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Session 61

Mahora's Mess pt 1

The Dream World.

For many, it had served as a place of relaxation and freedom from worrying about the various messes they had found themselves in. But for Fatemon, it meant something else. For the harem mage, it served as a reminder of all that had gone down that day. Had he known the events that would transpire, maybe he would have been able to stop it.

"Fatemon, are you alright?" a voice whispered and he turned around, finding Polly staring at him.

"Yes." Fatemon whispered, only for Polly to slap him. "Thank you."

"No problem." the monk magi whispered as they took in their surroundings. Currently, the foursome found themselves within the shifting technicolor void that connected this 'insanity' with the rest of the digitalverse. At one end, you could just make out the dead earth that they had just left. Opposite of them though, stood the most wonderful place on earth. Well, a theoretical recreation of a Disneyland with all its various counterparts shoved together for maximum efficiency. Though, that still didn't explain why there was a movie set built within it.

"Because Jestery wanted it there!" a voice announced and Jestery appeared. "Why else would Aegiochusmon think such a thing?"

Fatemon took a deep breath, seeming just about ready to punch the jester for that remark.

"Do I look like Aegiochusmon to you?" he shouted as Jestery reexamined him and Chacha.

"Sorry! Jestery didn't expect you and Chacha to actually digivolve." Jestery answered.

"Thanks I guess?" Polly added and held her hands behind her back. "So, do you mind if we quickly pass through. There is some place we need to urgently get to."

Jestery turned her attention to the monk magi, of which it seemed to be more on her hands than anything else related to her. The jester then snickered and turned her attention to Fatemon.

"So you actually went through with it? Jestery is impressed. Maybe she needs to step up her game…"

Chacha and Olrumon looked towards Polly and Fatemon, curious of what exactly Jestery had been talking about. But before they could get a chance to inquire about it, she teleported away.

"Care to explain?" Olrumon whispered and got no response. "Hey."

"It's a secret to everyone but us." Polly whispered and turned her attention to Fatemon, mumbling something under her breath as she headed off.

"Of course." the harem mage answered and took a deep breath. "I would like tell you a story."

"Ugh…" Chacha whispered, only to sigh. While she already knew what the story in question was, it was good to have a jog of memory every once in while in a while.

Our story begins not in Japan, but in Wales. There, we find the character we'll be following for this 'flashback'. For now, we'll call him Protag. Protag was a ten year old british boy and aspiring mage graduate. His first assignment? Why, teaching a class of 31 middle school girls for an entire year at the girls-only school system of Mahora. How anyone saw this as a 'good idea' is beyond me, but what do I know?

And so our 'hero' and his talking weasel headed off to Japan, quickly getting acquainted with his class. And by acquainted, I mean get treated like shit by a majority of his students and accidentally revealing his magical abilities to . Those that weren't doing that either had a crush on him, oblivious, 'dead' (it makes sense) or just decided that actually showing up to class would be too much time and effort on their part. Along with that, one of his students was a witness to him using magic. Which was somehow a bad thing and punishable by transformation into an animal. Which just seems kind of rude. Especially if the incident in question was the not the fault of the caster. But I digress.

After that disastrous first day, Protag decided to rope the girl from earlier to help him find the slacker students. Or in this case, a 600 year old vampire with the appearance of the nine year old (with the personality of one to boot) and their robot 'servant'. The resulting battle brings us to what is the most loosest system to ever exist. Basically, the training mage is allowed to make as many partners as he wants in the form of 'pactios'. It was the same sort of technique that the monk and harem mage had been using since the start of their journey throughout this madhouse. Somehow, the two were able to not only take on the robot and vampire, but actually managed to defeat the duo. And for a short time everything actually went quite well. The class was less of a dick, Protag made a couple more partners and they even took a trip to Tokyo for school vacation. Which went as well as one expected to.

And then the 'tournament' happened. Calling it one would be understating the absolute clusterfuck that occurred in the span of a couple days. At first, things actually seemed to be looking up. Protag had been given a magical pocketwatch known as the 'Cassiopeia Clock'. It gave the user the power to time travel, taking them to a certain point in time whether that be forwards or backwards. So what does Protag use it for? Why, to visit all his students all at once. In retrospect, it was one of many stupid decisions the boy had made so far. Decisions such as planning to give the vampire some of his blood in and the whole 'letting the fanservice slide' debacle. But I'm a fanfic writer, so what do I know?

What followed, was a mix of martial arts, magic and straight-up WTF. All of which culminating in an army of middle schoolers attempting to save the world while Protag takes on the boss. Or in this case, his granddaughter from the future. For some reason, she was there too rewrite the past so her future wouldn't That the actual explanation that this girl gives. I kid you fucking not.

Nonetheless, he defeated the time traveler and they said their goodbyes.

Peace quickly returned to Mahora after that. But how long it would last remained a mystery…

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In the time that Fatemon had told his story, the group had made their through the city and were currently sitting at a small cafe.

"So let me get this straight." Polly whispered. "This whole mess is the result of one guy having to deal with a crappy assignment?"
"Yes and no." Fatemon answered and took a deep breath. "While his actions did get the ball rolling to the Mahora Incident, Protag played no part in it."

Polly stared towards her partner, giving him a slight reassuring nod. While this huge piece of the puzzle was nice, it still felt incomplete in the grand scheme of things. She still felt like she was an outsider looking in instead of the one telling her part of the story.

"So is that it?" Olrumon added and stirred his tea. "There isn't anything else before the Mahora Incident happens?"

After the rabbit finished what he said, a loud blaring siren pierced through the surrounding area and a cop car rolled up.

"You're all under arrest!" a voice announced, only for a trio of goons to pop out. They probably had names and a cool-sounding title, but they weren't the main focus of this particular series of events. "Put your hands in the hair and please hold still."

What followed, was our heroes finding themselves looking down upon the barrel of three guns. Which in most situations, would be absolutely terrifying. Or would have, if the difference wasn't as huge of gap between the two groups.

Watery Grave Punch!

Polly then jumped into the air, slamming her fist down into the far right perp. Which somehow caused a chain reaction of the three thugs shooting each other.

"Let's go." Chacha whispered and motioned for the rest of the team to follow. "Especially before these three nitwits decide to continue this petty gunfight."

Her teammates gave a slight nod choosing to follow the robot.

"As I was saying." Fatemon added and took a deep breath. "Once more, peace had come to Mahora. But, it was only a matter of time for it to be broken…"

Notes:

As much as I would like to have this one be one super long chapter, the stuff covered next chapter is kind of confusing and jumps around a lot. That and the end of the tournament seemed like a good place to stop.

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Next Time: The second half of Fatemon's story.