I once again return with a bronze servant in random crossover fanfic! This time, it's your least favorite saber Jason! As a warning to myself to not become a meta slave in fgo and get muramasa, I'm writing this.
Also, one of the people in my discord server has an Aqua profile picture…
-SpiritOfErebus
"The next time you summon me, make sure that it's nothing like this whole mess!"
Jason's golden armor crumbled as he looked up at an already-dissolving Chiron. This Olympus thingy really was just a big mess. Gods fought gods that were mechs for some reason. Heroes consumed by another version of themselves fought "uninfected"heroes.
And, on top of all that nonsense, he had pretended to be just a normal tactician when, in fact, he was a mortally wounded tactician for a good half a week.
Man, that was exhausting.
"I guess… we'll both be able to die without regrets." He mumbled to Chiron, who had been one of his major enemies. Now, both collapsing with the unstable lostbelt, they had instead had a heartfelt student-teacher conversation.
It felt nice. He had won. Posideon was dead. He had redeemed himself from Okeanos, when he was turned into a giant disgusting tentacle demon.
So why, instead of exploding into golden dust along with the rest of the lost belt and being sent back to the throne… had he suddenly been brought forth into yet another black void?
"Your life was a short one." a blue-haired woman with a pink scarf-like thing walked past Jason to sit on what looked like an uncomfortable throne.
"But, you are, in fact, dead."
"I think that I know that already, thank you very much." Jason said sarcastically. "Can I just be dead in peace now?"
There was a period of dead silence. Jason sighed comfortably, adjusting the fluffy bits on his armguards so that they better cushioned his aching head. His eyes slowly drifted shut, his vision cutting out of the dimly lit void he was relaxing in and-
"No, no, no!" the blue woman suddenly shouted in irritation. "This isn't how the script is supposed to go! The higher ups just said that we have to act all mysterious and stuff, and you'll ask about how you died, and then I have to give an explanation, and then read the file-"
"Why don't you get on with that… and just leave me alone?" Jason said, his expression serene and relaxed. "I've had enough messes to clean up. Lostbelts, ships, giant dogs that want to kill me…"
"Did you die in an insane asylum?" the blue woman said, flipping open the file that had Jason's face printed over the first page.
Jason turned his head from the ground of the empty void and stole a glance at the picture. It wasn't a very flattering one, being the one of him looking up at Heracles as he was about to hit the ground right besides Jason and send him flying… as part of his noble phantasm.
"That was hell…" Jason mumbled. "My own personal hell… But it's all better now! The best catalyst anybody has for me is a piece of the Argo, and there are fifty Argonauts for them to choose from! No more mysterious comments, lady?"
The blue woman's brow continuously furrowed as she flipped through the file.
"So… humanity has been destroyed?"
"Last I checked, yes." Jason said. "There's this guy going around various alternate versions of human history to fix everything, Ritsuka. Have you heard of him?"
"Where am I going to get new recruits to save my followers? Noo…. my godly powers… my cute followers…"
Jason's heart sank.
The person in front of him was a goddess. He sat up immediately.
"No, no, no! Just… generally no! Don't you even think about sending me on whatever quest you have there. No more stealing golden sheep skin! No more sailing across the Mediterranean! Just let me be a failure in peace!"
"You're obviously qualified!" the goddess said, smiling enthusiastically. "As the last person I can probably recruit from humanity, you've lead a team of fifty heroes and accomplished great quests! Defeating the demon lord should be no problem to you!"
"I'm useless!" Jason yelled. "Heracles does all the work for me! I just sit and point at what we attack! You can see that, right?"
"It says otherwise here." the goddess said smugly. "Don't try to be smart with me, mister master-tactician-that-defeated-an-immortal-god!"
"Chiron wasn't immortal. Or a god." Jason deadpanned.
"Whatever! You're good enough for the job, and as the last recruit I'll probably get, I'll even give you anything you want as a bonus if you just help me out with this easy job."
Jason's eye twitched.
"Anything?"
"Yeah!" the goddess said, suddenly holding up a stack of papers. "We have the most powerful artifacts that us gods have created in the past centuries summarized on these documents here!"
"Can I bring Heracles instead?" Jason said. "Any one thing, right?"
"Who is this… Heracles?" the goddess said.
"You don't know who Heracles is?" Jason said, laughing. "Man, and I thought I was useless."
…
"Are you sure you aren't some sort of fanboy?" Aqua said, inspecting a potato chip smugly.
"We're friends! Really!" Jason said to the goddess who had pulled out potato chips in the middle of his exciting, titillating tale about Heracles's tragic life and heroic deeds.
Seriously, the nerve of some gods.
"It sounds like you're pretty delusional, you weeb." the goddess said, to Jason's utmost confusion. "Anyways, now that you've decided, do you want to start your quest? You'll get a reward from us gods after it's done! Of anything you wish!"
"Really?" Jason said, raising an eyebrow. "Is it going to be some sort of monkey's paw? Some sort of holy grail that turns you into a tentacle monster? A hellfire creation machine? Something that kills everybody else no matter what kind of wish you make?"
"What kind of PTSD do you have of wish granting opportunities?" the goddess said, "This is a totally benevolent opportunity offered by the grace of the gods, as described by the brochure!"
"That's what they all say." Jason said snidely. "Well, If I do go, can I take along Heracles?"
"So you agree?"
"No, this does not mean that I agree!" Jason frantically yelled.
"I, Aqua, temporarily given the role of the director of the afterlife, send Jason of the Aarghonaots?"
"Argonauts!" Jason shouted. "With a U! And stop this!"
Already, around him, a summoning circle appeared. It was very unfamiliar and nothing like the fate system.
"No, no, no!" Jason shouted. "Send me to another place! Please! Anywhere but the real world!"
"It's already too late!" Aqua said, laughing at the hero's plight. "Now, take care of our little problem, won't you? With any luck, you'll be done within fifteen to twenty years!"
"When you find yourself in an unfortunate position next… remember the wrath of Jason!" Jason yelled, finally disappearing into white sparks.
Aqua looked at the remains of the summoning circle and began to giggle. "I'll be the first goddess to get rid of the devil king in two centuries! I'm definitely getting an increase in followers after this! Now… who's next? Sato Kazuma? I guess that Jason guy comes from an alternate version of the mortal realms or something…"
Aqua stood up, walking over to a mysterious, void-colored closet and closed the door.
"Time to follow the script again… Action!"
The void became completely dark, and a green-tracksuit wearing NEET was plopped into the room.
…
Jason fell from the sky. Again.
Honestly, he wasn't very surprised with the method of his summoning. Last time, he was dropped on top of an ocean with Heracles and a couple of other Argo crewmates into the painful world of Lostbelt 5.
This time…
He was falling into a forest. The wind whistled past his ears as his heart pulsed rapidly, his pupils slowly dilating as he took in the distance between him and the ground.
With a dull ache in his head, the threshold for his second skill activated, the Jaws of Death. Time slowed down as his body filled itself with magical energy, ready to boost his slightly above average agility into dodging whatever attack was flung at him.
There was no way that he was going to survive the fall, unless he could turn into spirit form.
He mentally checked.
Nope. He was probably dead.
He rapidly ran through his options. The trees would probably impale him, given their size and the rather durable natures of phantasmal trees. There were no living creatures. He didn't have a bucket or any water, even though he didn't know why he even considered having those two things.
So, what were his skills? Unless he could encourage the air to support him with his third, that really only left the golden fleece. Use the renowned sheep skin capable of healing any wound… as a mundane parachute?
Sometimes, he really wished he had Hector's cape, if falling from high places (or recovering from Heracles's unintentional throwings) would be such a common occurrence in his career.
With a flash of gold, the sheepskin was unfurled in the sky, and the scent of mana filled the air. Its healing energy swirled a bright green within the gold and white wool, drawing some attention from the forest. As the trees beneath him rustled, Jason believed that he would have to land on a tree.
As the last bits of his second skill disappeared and the bursts of clarity receded, he let the golden fleece dissolve into particles of prana, before grabbing onto a branch and sighing as his feet hit solid wood.
"Now, where was that commotion coming fro-"
The trees began to scream. Branches writhed as they grew furiously, reaching out for Jason's foot. A wooden branch curled around his wrist and was about to snake further down his arm if Jason didn't break out of using some of his already limited prana reserves.
Quickly, he leapt down on the ground, ran out of the way of two swiping, wooden arms, and looked around at the trees.
They had grown faces and were currently unwinding themselves from the ground, their roots turning into more tentacle-like structures. Seeing such structures, Jason knew that he was way out of his league.
Wait… didn't that infuriating goddess say that he would send the greatest hero in the realm to aid him?
"Heracles!" Jason shouted. "Please, save me!"
Jason then turned in place slowly, looking for the two and a half meter tall giant.
Sadly, there was no response. No stony ax was swung. No roar could be heard as Heracles trampled through these ents and saved him.
Jason sighed and began to run. Tree branches reached out to him once more, their leaves and limbs trying to entangle him and bury him amongst other skeletons that dared disturb the ent forest. Jason drew his sword and started to chop his way through the chaos. With slowly dawning horror, he noted that his swings were slower than he was used to.
"I'm level one again?" Jason shouted. "I was level sixty in that Lostbelt! Why was I dropped on top of a bunch of Ents?"
Regretfully, Jason's Jaws of Death skill activated once more. His limited mana reserves burned through the last sparks that his body had, and he powered on, running through the thinner branches while dodging the larger ones. His sword sliced on more out of desperation than actual ability, and somehow, though his shoddy abilities were no match for literally any other servant, he still managed to escape… the jaws of death. Or in this case, it was the roots of death.
Jason regretted thinking that thought.
Just as he finally was branch-free for a moment, he ran out of mana. He supposed it was lucky that his skill ended while he was outside of the crowd of trees, and continued to run on.
In the distance, he could see a village. Slowly a grin grew on his face. He would be safe there! There, the villagers could… protect him?
Oh, no.
He was currently leading a ton of ents towards a village. Being a hero, he couldn't just ignore the plight of the villagers. But, being a tactician, he really had no fighting ability to speak of. Heracles wasn't here, either.
Well, if he wasn't here, he could just summon them by force! Raising his sword, he let it shine for a bit as he usually did with his noble phantasm activation. He prepared to shout to the command to enter combat when footsteps would be heard behind him as the Argo Crewmates that came temporarily with his noble phantasm were summoned… but that feeling never came.
Oh, right. He was out of mana.
Jason looked at the trees approaching… and ran towards the village. Even if he was a hero, he wasn't stupid.
Still, he wasn't totally immoral. He ran onto the dirt paths, running past a weirdly japanese-looking temple and a flower field, he pounded on the doors.
"The Ents are coming!" Jason shouted. "Run!"
Quickly, he moved onto the next house just as a figure with red eyes and black hair peeked out sleepily. Looking at the walking trees, the villager merely yawned, before shaking themselves vigorously. Running out onto the dirt paths, Jason watched as what looked like an average farmer began to wave his arms around dramatically.
"Wait! You'll be killed!" Jason yelled, going back to try and drag the delusional man along with him. "Those trees are tough, and there are way too many of them!"
"These trees are no match for Kuinochiso, archwizard and wielder of advanced magic! And most talented hedge trimmer among the Crimson Demons!"
"What in Hades is that name?" Jason thought, hoisting up the farmer with great effort on his part and jogging forwards. Despite being one of the weakest, at least he was still kind of a servant.
"Look, I don't know what's going on here, but-"
Jason suddenly felt the mana in the air. He looked around, slightly panicked. The Ents were one story of being dangerous. This feeling was another. It felt contained, yet unrestrained, wanting to lash out at any enemies that came into its range. Jason froze and the delusional gardener jumped off of Jason's back and walked back towards the trees. The Ents cowered before the eccentric man.
"My razor blades shall trim the branches of your life!" Kuinochiso shouted, and Jason felt the magic being released into the air. the dangerous magic was released, and it was coming… from the gardener?
Jason felt his eyes pop out of his sockets as the insane farmer shouted something about sabers, and a brilliant, yellow light shot out from his hand and chopped the whole forest of invading ents in half.
Jason staggered back and sat on the ground. It wasn't the fact that there was magic that strong that freaked him out.
It was the fact that it was in the hands of an ordinary villager. Did this world even need him here?
"That was a nice morning workout. Now, who are you, foreigner cowering on the ground?"
Jason noticed his undignified position on the ground, and stood up, dusting off his golden and impractical armor. Unsheathing his sword, he pointed it towards the sky and tried to look dramatic in front of the "demon".
"I am Jason, captain of the Argonauts and leader of the Greatest Greek heroes to ever live!" Jason boasted, some of his nerves coming back to him. Even if he was level one, he was just starting in this world.
"And how did you hear of our glorious village? Pamphlets? Word of mouth? Our chief's advertizing campaign? The prospective demon king general residence exhibition?"
"...I fell from the sky after being scammed by… an annoying blue haired girl." Jason sighed.
"A suitably dramatic entrance as well!" Kuinochiso shouted before laughing. "It has been a while since I've seen a tourist that can respond to our greetings! Come! I shall give you the warmest of welcomes!"
Jason nodded, slightly dazed, and followed the gardener to the village.
"Now, who is this blue haired girl? I don't want her coming here and ruining my bush business."
…
About two weeks had passed.
Jason sat up in a stable turned into a living room. As the now poorest person in the village, he was only able to scrape up enough rent to live with the formerly poorest people in the village.
He sat up, took a sip of the bad quality tea, and stretched. Putting on a fresh, white shirt, Jason walked out into the dirt path and stretched.
Life was… surprisingly peaceful. Other than the occasional invasion of various monsters that were dealt with comically easily, Jason had been convinced that this was actually a nice vacation.
This world really did not need a hero, if every villager had such magical power, even if they were an insult to culture and probably would have been exterminated by Hermes, who apparently also was a god of literature.
And if he didn't need to do his job, that meant that he could finally reach his objective of becoming the leader of a country and establish a good, fair nation where even these… chuunibyou wizards could live without being judged.
The first step? Getting a house and owning property so that he could vote in this backwards, medieval society.
Jason sighed and sat down on a tree stump, before looking at the bits of gold that he had saved up over his opportunities to make money, such as assist the "foremost fashion designer" (which was basically a failed attempt to convince the shop owner to stop selling everything in the color red) and "scout out kraken fishing spots" (which he had earned five gold coins from just by drinking tea for a day and then returning to the fisherman, telling him that there weren't any krakens in the very shallow creeks around the village).
"Hey, Jason. What's got you down?" Hyoizaburoo, the owner of the stable-house, said.
"Nothing much." Jason sighed, putting away his coin pouch quickly before his landlord stole his gold and used it in creating some other cursed artifact. Just for insurance, he summoned his sword and put it over his pocket.
"Well…" Hyoizaburoo sat down besides Jason and scanned Jason's pockets, not noticing the bulging pockets behind his sword's scabbard.
"Yes?" Jason said, shuffling away from Hyoizaburoo.
"My oldest has finally graduated from that mage school…"
"And how does that concern me?" Jason said, already getting ready to stand up and leave. IF this was just useless chit-chat, then he wasn't going to sit around while he could be continuing his path to starting his kingdom.
"No, no, no, no! Wait!" Hyoizaburoo shouted, dragging Jason back onto the tree stump. "Can you please take Megumin to Axel or something? If you do it, I'll stop making you pay rent for two months!"
Jason stopped struggling.
He was about to open his mouth and ask how far away Axel was,before realizing that if he actually asked, he would probably lose the opportunity.
"Make it three months and five silver coins, and it's a deal." Jason nodded.
"F-five silver coins?"
…
Two Weeks Ago…
…
In Axel city, a certain duo were summoned to the beginner's city. As Kazuma looked around cheerfully, looking around at the beginner's city, Aqua slowly began to panic. Grabbing Kazuma's collar, she began to shake him frantically.
"I get it, I get it, okay?" Kazuma said, trying desperately to pry off Aqua. Eventually, with a good shove, he pushed Aqua off of his already wrinkled track suit and sighed, patting his track suit down for creases.
"If you hate it that much, you can just go home or something, right? I'll work out the rest on my own."
"What are you talking about? I'm in trouble because I can't go back!" Aqua shouted, holding her hands out aggressively towards Kazuma again.
"Stop it, you crazy woman! You've sent tons of people here, right? With that amount of overpowered abilities and my expertise…" Kazuma said, stroking a nonexistent beard. "We'll defeat this devil king."
"That's right!" Aqua said, suddenly more cheerful. "I did send a genuine hero into this world!"
"Really?" Kazuma said, skeptical of Aqua's judgment.
"He was this tactician dude called Yayson or something! He had a really powerful friend that did stuff… I think his name was Harrycules or something? It's been a couple of months since then, but I think…"
As Kazuma listened to Aqua describing this supposed 'hero' getting bullied by his friends, running away, and being used as a human projectile to defeat tough enemies as 'heroic deeds', he seriously considered changing a goddess.
This one's intelligence was just too low.
Here begins another train wreck in my fanfic career! This will probably be a 1-chapter fic for a while until I actually get around to keep writing this. For now, though, I'll have to actually plan Jason's adventures throughout the Konosuba world.
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-SpiritOfErebus