Training And Watching The Sky
Kiran was certainly surprised about how inefficient he had been the whole time at extracting quintessence. Granted, he only knew about its presence in the blood and the time he had to obtain it was limited until somebody apart from Kagero approached to ask him what in the hell was he doing.
At least he now could do it in the dark with the advantage of learning regarding this second "human" species.
He now had at least five containers completely filled and ready to be utilized.
"Just remember that we cannot tell anybody concerning these... projects" Kiran scratched his hair while looking at the quintessence worried.
Raigh raised his eyebrow, turned to see him. "Tell anybody about what or what?"
Kiran gave a thumbs-up and smirked. To this, Raigh did the same.
"However," Raigh crossed his arms. "Soon or later we must use this for something." Kiran didn't fail to notice the looking his nephew gave him and the implications of it didn't escape of his mind.
But he had to analyze one specific detail first.
"Well... there's something" holding a needle which he used to extract a tiny but considerable amount of his own blood. Kiran's body reaction to this compound was about to be tested. "Given the fact we've seen my alien condition does not make me much different to the humans you are used to, even from the parts of inside, I... I want you to add some quintessence to this. It's better to take precautions first."
Raigh nodded as he placed the same on the table. "Honestly, I doubt there would be any problem."
"It might be true... but remember that, for example, if you inject a type of blood that is not compatible with the person you are injecting to... its immune system is not gonna react well against this and that, as far as I know, can somehow kill the person... even worse if you do that with animal blood."
"True... you said that." Raigh shrugged, watching the many samples they had extracted in order to discover the possible combinations of blood types of the local humans. Who knew if there were more than the classics A, B, AB, and O and their respective negative variants.
Kiran, as O- type, had more possibilities of dying with a process like this. Of course, the compound wasn't exactly blood... but it was better to do not take any risk. "Good use of common sense I suppose."
"I must go to train so I leave you in charge... oh! right!" Kiran took a few steps until he opened a drawer. "I told your mother I wanted it to analyze it... and it's in part true, but it would be good if you use this against our enemies... in cases of extreme emergency given its nature of course."
Raigh approached. When his eyes were able to see what was inside... he smiled as if he was a demon. He extended his hand and took it.
"If she asks you how you got it back..."
"I found it while working with you."
Kiran snapped. "Do not allow her to take it away again."
"Never in my fucking life." Raigh snapped too.
Thanks to all his training with the Espada Maestra Azul (Blue Master Sword), Kiran's left hand was the perfect one for the Espada Maestra Dorada as this one not only was lighter because of a more classical guard... but also because the blade was shorter.
It was better like that. After using that silver sword Kiran realized that wielding two swords of the same length led to situations where both swords got into the way of the other one, colliding and stopping the attacks. While the Azul one was a bastard sword with the weight of a longsword... the Dorada one was, indeed, a classic single-handed sword. Now it was time to practice with the right hand, and he had done for days.
However, he that day discovered that demonstrating how important him... or better said, how valuable was the knowledge his brain held had a secondary effect.
He saw Robin, Ephraim, Roy, Alfonse, and the knight of Chrom... Frederick, approaching to him.
"May I help you?" not that he would mind the company, but this time he didn't plan to train with a partner.
Alfonse crossed his arms as he considered his words before speaking. "You see... Kiran, before you complain or anything... we want you to hear us out."
As this might mean something not good, Kiran narrowed as he used his hand to make a gesture to say: continue.
"Many of us discussed this and we came to the same conclusion..." Robin said. "We cannot afford to allow you to die."
Ephraim nodded. Kiran had seen the king of Renais being serious before... but this was more than the usual. "At first we didn't know to measure how important was everything you are offering to us and we are very grateful that you're willing to share it without pretty much nothing in exchange..."
"The many potential lives to be saved thanks to you are unthinkable, especially considering we are going to take a copy of your book to all of our worlds so..." Roy scratched his hair.
"Your friends and Robin requested me to train you in order to improve your strength and skill." said Frederick.
They waited for Kiran's response... considering his personality, they kinda expected he would get mad instantly.
"Good idea."
"So... are you okay with this?" Alfonse asked.
"What do you think am I? your average retarded hero?"
"Um... no..."
Frederick narrowed as he crossed his arms. "It's important for me to see what he's capable of before I decide what level he's apt for."
This resulted in him having to fight four opponents in a row... with training weapons of course.
Kiran blocked a slash from the left. He proceeded to attack with his right hand, aiming at his opponent's own right arm. Robin lost balance for a second as she jumped to dodge that. Kiran then began to attack mercilessly with both swords. Slash after slash after slash Robin blocked them all with her shield. Suddenly she pushed one of Kiran's swords with the shield itself and she lunged.
Kiran made a lateral jump to the left, barely avoiding getting hit by Robin's sword. This time nothing got in the way of Kiran's left sword and it ended up near Robin's neck.
She nodded and smiled as she walked away. Ephraim's turn was about to begin. He noticed the knight of Ylisse didn't seem to be fascinated at all. Not that he expected the opposite... as much as he had progressed... a hero fighting seriously would beat the shit out of him in less than five minutes.
Lacking of any shield to block spears, Kiran's only option was to dodge just like all the other times he and the king had trained together. Being a dual-wielding user, this had helped a lot in battles.
A jump to the right, another to the left. Two to the right, three to the left, he constantly dodged everything without counterattacking at all.
After a while, Ephraim's attacks changed into a real threat.
Kiran attempted a vertical cut from up to down with the right sword. Ephraim, of course, didn't have any problem stopping it. Taking advantage of the opening, Ephraim's next strike almost hit on Kiran's face as the summoner inclined his body. Kiran used his left sword to hit the spear. Normally this would have worked a little but Ephraim already got used to this. He didn't have any trouble at backing off and preparing himself for what was going to come.
They continued like that for a while but the result was as Kiran himself expected. Ephraim managed to hit him at least four times.
Frederick raised his eyebrow.
Kiran giggled and shrugged as he threw his left sword.
"Robin, please!"
Robin didn't understand what he said at first. Until something made click on her mind. "Oh! right!" She threw the shield which Kiran caught. "Okay, ¡aquí vamos! (Here we go!)"
Ephraim kept his serious face as his thrusts were stopped by Kiran's shield. The king was worried regarding the detail that Kiran could push his spear with the left hand with superior strength to the average soldier. Kiran was born as left-handed after all. Considering this, he began to attack at Kiran's legs principally. It came a moment when Kiran decided to attempt to kick the spear. It failed but Ephraim decided to change his approach as Kiran also almost hit Ephraim's right hand when the king lost his balance a few seconds. Grabbing his weapon from a lower position, he thrust faster. However, his fears became true as Kiran suddenly executed all the force of his left hand to throw away the spear.
Ephraim felt in part frustrated but in part proud when he saw that sword about to enter into the middle of his eyes.
"Better." This was all he needed to say. Kiran didn't want to hear cute words regarding his progress. He only wanted to know if he did it rightly or wrongly.
Kiran smiled as he put his sword down and bowed.
This time, the prince of Askr took his turn.
"Are you remembering something?"
Alfonse shook his head. "It seems it's gonna be permanent."
"I didn't ask because it wasn't really a good moment for that but... how reacted your mom?"
"She said she would find a method so she could spend time with Sharena and me so we can bond... but what truly bothers me is the detail that I cannot remember my dad... or my brother..."
"The best thing that crosses my mind to tell you is this: Keep moving forward, accept reality as it is and continue with your life... of course, those are probably just empty words without some actual help but I'm not the most appropriate person to ask for mental assistance so... you see."
Alfonse sighed. "Thanks anyway."
This time, Kiran started to hold the sword with the left hand and the shield with the right one.
Alfonse made the first move, Kiran responded by blocking and aiming at Alfonse's hand. The prince had it harder than normal at defending himself from that since he had to move more to put the shield in the correct position so Kiran's sword would collide, but he managed to do it. Yet, the effort he put on that didn't help him at recovering balance when Kiran used his shield to push Alfonse's shield. The prince, who wasn't exactly the fastest fighter, was forced to block with his sword rather than the shield an imminent attack. They stared at each other as their blades obstructed a little their vision.
"It's marvelous how much you have improved since you arrived."
"You and the others taught me well."
Alfonse nodded as he released contact and moved to the left. Kiran lost his balance and ending up standing on a single foot, normally this would have given the victory to the prince but with a shield on the right hand, Kiran easily stopped the blade and gave a jump backward to prepare himself. They continued sparring for at least ten minutes. Alfonse got two victories and Kiran one.
The case with Roy was different since this time, both fought using two swords.
This reminded to Kiran that he had to ask something.
"That woman I fought when we returned... she had the same two katanas you wield..."
"That was my mother..." this apparently made Roy angry as he began to attack faster.
That explained a lot. Therefore, fighting Roy might be some kind of training for the next time he found that green-haired woman...
And Kiran knew one thing for sure...
HE WAS GOING TO WIN NO MATTER WHAT!
"251, 252, 253, 254!"
Kiran was now in the second part of the training... fitness at the stage of push-ups.
Frederick had to admit something. The boy was skillful... but weak.
Yet, at that moment, he couldn't force this "hero" to realize a routine of training as brutal as the one Chrom and the others were already used to.
The "hero" ended up collapsing, lying on the ground. Frederick was about to yell him nobody gave him permission to take a break just like his enemies wouldn't let him rest, however, the boy growled insanely and slowly he began to push to be up once more. It was like the very thing of attempting it was torture and impossible of doing for him, but instead of collapsing again, the boy continued growling. It took him at least a minute to be in the correct position once more and continue with the routine.
Frederick didn't know if he should smile of pride... or laugh of how pathetic he looked...
It helped that even with his low level, the boy didn't complain regarding what excessive he had to do like other recruiters he had trained in the past. He even wore some strange clothes specifically designed for exercise that he said were from his own world.
If only he stopped growling as if he was a beast everything would be "perfect".
Comparing it to the first times he had to train like this, Kiran didn't feel the extreme pain you could expect after a long period of doing extensive training in all his body. He was tired, of course, but walking or even moving a single hand around wasn't torture anymore.
He laughed as he imagined what his old friend David would have said if he had the opportunity to saw him this thin and strong in comparison to his thirteen years old version. It wasn't a surprise that, after a long life of sitting in front of a computer, on the bus, on the cars and a long list of other things, having to adapt to a lifestyle in which he had to move a lot was hard and strange. However, given his responsibilities as a "legendary hero" he couldn't take the privilege of being lazy.
But now he could rest and do a bit of astronomy work with his telescope.
Miriel and he were already building a better version based on the mirror telescope of Newton, but this old Galileo style one was still decent.
Yet, some other thoughts crossed his mind as he noted the positions of the stars.
His condition after receiving a vaccine was worse than the usual reaction anybody would have had. That, as he himself had said, meant the local diseases would have been mortal had they entered his body...
This was comparable to that old movie or book... the war of the worlds. The earthling diseases ended up being the essential element that defeated the Martians... that, seen from a reviewer perspective could be described as a Deux Ex Machina... yet, that didn't change the fact that, in his case, a single virus or bacteria would have forced him to prepare the documents of his will and trusts.
And that indeed happened in many parallel timelines.
It was something that made an uncomfortable scratching in his mind at least one time per month. Even before obtaining "confirmation" of the existence of the multiverse.
Even in this adventure, no matter what, just like the Hero Of Time... Kiran was going to have his timeline of the failure.
But as Rick Sánchez had stated.
What about the reality where Hitler cured cancer?
What about the reality where Luis never was born because his father never met that other man who convinced him that it was a good idea to have a new young boy so the youngest one could help when the others left the house?
What about the reality where he never got summoned and probably he committed suicide? or perhaps that reality where he didn't do that but continued living until the humans destroyed their planet and obviously themselves in the process?
The answer was just one.
Don't think about it.
Kiran shook his head, he needed to focus on the sky.
While it's true that the ancient registers of the firmament already had told him where to look in order to determine whether that strange moving star was a planet or not and he already noticed this was the fourth planet of the solar system, there was a particular thing that only he thought it was weird.
The thing that in his world in the past was only known as the milky way... that band of stars... wasn't exactly present... not that he expected to be inside a copy of the Milky Way galaxy but he at least would have found interesting if he saw something similar that could confirm to him if he was inside a spiral galaxy...
He also couldn't see a trace of a single brilliant core that could be seen from the inside of an elliptical galaxy like the one that could be seen from the earth if it still existed when the future Lactomeda galaxy had been born...
Was this a lenticular galaxy or an irregular galaxy? considering how many stars he was able to see and how radiant they were... it suggested the right answer was the second option... yet, Kiran had his doubts regarding whether this was just his imagination given the fact he used to live in a town with much light contamination and he didn't truly know how a normal, clean firmament looked like... or if this, indeed, was a more shinning sky product of many stars being born faster as product of an extremely high star formation just like how it usually happened in irregular galaxies.
This opened another interesting question... if this was an irregular galaxy, it made more possible a curious thing that even most people from his world didn't have any idea about...
Was this a satellite galaxy?
Could it be possible that this galaxy was orbiting around a longer one just like the large and small Magellanic Clouds orbited to the Milky Way?
There was something that kinda ruined that... if that was the case... where the main big galaxy was?
He at least would expect to find a galaxy that, given its big size and proximity in the case this was a satellite one, would occupy a big part of the firmament, perfectly visible using only the eyes... in the best case it would be so big that it would mean this galaxy was in course of collision and would be similar to how Andromeda was going to look like 4.3 billion years in the future... or in the worse case, it would look like a big cloud bigger than the moon.
But he didn't see anything... yet... what if the galaxy could only be seen from the other hemisphere of the planet?
Where was he? on the north side? or the south side?
Kiran wrote down something so he wouldn't forget it.
Prestale atención al firmamento cada vez que cruzes un portal (Pay attention to the firmament each time you cross a portal)
He felt kinda stupid for not thinking in that before... but well, he wasn't perfect and he had a lot of working to get done as tactician, as a soldier, friend and as scientists in other areas of knowledge... he kinda wished the time ring the had just bought could actually make him travel to the future... who knew how the firmament would look like 100000 years after that point of the time he belonged to?
The other worlds were just the same world in different timelines and continents. Observing from those points of reference would help to determine which options were true.
"Good night."
Kiran turned to see... Robin.
"Good night." he smiled as he made his peace and love signal.
Robin answered with the same one... she still seemed to be confused though. "I'm still not used to that." she said as she said by Kiran's side.
"You'll get used to, don't worry." he crossed his arms and shrugged. "How are you?"
"Very well, I suppose. I've been in the library reading about Askarian story. I'm kinda surprised this war is the second one of this kind."
Kiran scratched his hair. "But, why? I mean, didn't you fight in a war that was the second part of a conflict between Ylisse and Plegia? I mean, even in my world the Great War caused the second one."
She shook her head. "What I mean is that, if this happened twice... I would expect Ylisse to have been invaded by Embla two times and not just a single one."
"Aaah! that! okay. If I remember well, they cannot open a gate to the same specific world every time. If Veronica's father invaded a Ylisse, it wasn't yours."
"I see," she rubbed her chin. "By the way, I saw you presenting your experiment, it was amazing."
"It's nothing so great to be praised like that. It's nothing compared to what a real scientist of my world can do even if you have limited tools... did you vaccinate yourself already?"
"Yes, I just hope the effects will end fast."
"True, but the fact you are from this planet may help a little so I doubt you'll suffer the same way I did thanks to my alien condition."
"It's good to know that."
Kiran remembered something. "Question, if I help you to kill Grima... and your life and his... or hers... I don't know... are linked... you're going to die?"
The Ylissean tactician smiled sadly. "It's the most probable scenario... it doesn't matter. I should have killed Grima in the first place. I'm willing to sacrifice my life."
"Are you totally sure?"
"Yes. I don't want to repeat the same mistake."
"Understood." Kiran sighed as he rubbed his neck. "The last thing I want is to give assistance for suicide in a situation the person isn't sure whether they really want that or not... well, in that case, I wanna tell you that with the money I'll get for my researches... my next project is probably going to be the dynamite I promised to you."
Her eyes shone. "For real?"
"Yes, for real... I still have to demonstrate its power but if I can blow up part of a mountain I don't think it would be impossible to kill a dragon with this." Kiran smiled... and caressed Robin's hair.
The woman didn't complain... yet she couldn't say she didn't feel nervous.
"You are pretty."
Well, that was unexpected. "Eh?!"
"I mean, that's something that is interesting. I don't know if it's because all of you are aliens or is a genetic thing but... by the moment I haven't found a single woman I could describe as ugly... and I don't mean it as a compliment, it's like literally the ugly ones don't exist in the first place. What's the explanation for that I wonder." He got his hand away as he rubbed his own chin.
Robin felt that her cheeks were warm. "I don't think I can help you to find a good answer to that."
The silence filled the place for a while.
"Is that mark something you got from your parents?" Robin asked as she noticed the triforce in the hand that had gently caressed her.
"No, it's something recent... if this can be inherited as the Ylissean mark... I don't know... and even if that is possible it's not gonna happen."
Robin wasn't sure what he meant with that last part.. yet she considered it was a too personal thing to ask for it. "I see... I thought it was the same case..."
"Why the interest?"
"Oh... well..."
"If you don't want to tell me it's okay, I just felt curiosity."
"Well... as Grima's... vessel..." she gulped... she was kinda lying with that last part. "I have my own." She took off her glove.
"Oh!... while I know the implications of that... I gotta admit its design is... good."
"That does not make me feel better though..."
"It's okay." He caressed her hand with his left hand. "I'm not gonna tell you more cute words given that you have probably heard that many times already..." He kissed her hand.
"Thanks..." again, it was incredible how he had yelled at her when she questioned the use of criminals as test subjects... or how he had mocked of her desires of having free will... and yet, he was being a gentle right now... and he was very willing to help her to fix her mistake... should she hate him or should she respect him? the feelings were too contradictories.
"Anyway. I'm using my telescope to watch the stars and moon right now... wanna see?" Kiran approached with his hand the object in question to her.
"I suppose it would be good.
This story just got 100 followers and I'm happy because of that... I want to thank you so much because of that. It's a nice way to start the year...
Of course, considering the third great war may happen soon it probably won't matter in the end... meh, I'm going to continue this no matter what!
As many of you may have thought since this story follows realistic logic regarding giving your blood to somebody else... the experiments of TWSITD wouldn't have worked very well. Reality strikes once more and just like in the case of radiation, putting strange random things in your body is more probably going to kill you rather than giving you superpowers! Crests work a little differently here, you can be sure about that!
I'm aware that this thing of the heroes saying that protecting Kiran's life is probably one of the most important things is kinda to make him look more like a Gary Stu... you know, that type of character kinda becomes the center of the universe for the other characters... however, I tried my best to make sure there was a logical reason for this in the case I couldn't take this element out from the story. In the canon they said it's because he's the only one capable of wielding Breidablik and I always wonder... does the gun have a mind and only allows him/her to shoot?... or are they retarded enough to do not have learned how to use the damn thing? or the excuse is so stupid and convenient or they are retarded... so... what do you think? it's enough to be allowed to write something like this?
The training part pretty much demonstrates that I'm not gonna give to Kiran plot armor against spears/lances. The best way for him in case he faces a spearman is to use a fucking shield and not two swords. As many of you may guess, his shield is gonna be the Hylian one.
And yes, the Espada Maestra Dorada is shorter. If you search for information regarding dual-wielding many videos and websites will tell you this: having two swords of the same length can generate situations where both swords interfere with each other.
As Frederick is very well known for his infernal but effective training routines... you see why I used him for this.
And who wants to bet? the one that says the right answer at guessing what kind of galaxy are they in is gonna get the opportunity to appear as a character in the chapter of 500 years in the future! not the best price... I know, but... making you an OC of this story is not gonna work well with my ideas.
Speaking of ideas... don't expect me to adapt the book 4 for this just like I'm gonna ignore book 3... I mean, Kiran has already demonstrated he's a dreamer weaver and the story happens in a dream world so... I'm gonna give you a little of what would happen realistically speaking.
The dark elves/fairies screamed in horror as they saw the tactician of Askr floating on the sky being followed by an army of monsters.
With a single snap, the green medusa-like things approached at an insanely fast speed at their victims and extracted their life force with those enormous fangs.
Those who weren't flying didn't have better luck as metal skeletons shoot their purple "magic" which disintegrated everything it touched. Killing an enemy instantly.
Kiran himself released a wave of energy as he yelled Kame Hame Ha.
I mean, I know dark elves are dream weavers too but... anything we could have seen in movies like Terminator, games like Metroid or Silent Hill are thousands of times scarier and have the advantage of being not known... perhaps if book 5 is good I would accept to adapt it but... who knows?
Time to answer reviews!
Guest:
Well, I appreciate you forgive me. I really do, but I have a responsibility. I cannot abandon my story... but again, thanks.
JDT1829:
Not too far? what I knew was that they used one of those things chickenpox created on your body to infect the people thanks to the detail that with a single one the disease wasn't strong enough if you compared it to how it was suffered if you got infected by another person... but well, perhaps I need to study story more.
Blexan22:
First of all, I'm not sure if you got confused but I said it was my brother (hermano) who allowed me to play with his Switch, not my cousin (primo). I'm not mad at all, I just suppose you didn't understand very well that part.
Kiran himself has said he's insane. It's nothing to be surprised about XD.
See you next time!
