Readers all around the world, come and be amazed because it's me, NainTarlow checking in like usual.
I know, I know. Why am I starting a story once again, I have more than enough to work on. But this time it's just a one-shot. At least I hope it is.
It is an idea I had, inspired by a joke we shared on the SAO Fanfiction Central server and I couldn't help but write it. It was a lot of fun.
The idea basically is the various characters of SAO summoned in a Holy Grail War. No more explanation is needed, you can figure out the rest.
Probably it will remain a one-shot. I mean I had a similar idea planned for a longer story but this one is solely for fun and for you guys to enjoy. So let's just do that.
Special call-out for Valar who inspired the idea in the first place and provided the quote that was the center of the whole story. And for Ziggy who was kind enough to give it a quick look.
Also if you want to read some good stories, go read Agent94's Sinonon. It's good shit. It has Sinon, Sinon turning into a cat, Kirito complaining about SAO, and the barest hint of muscle girls. What more would you guys want?
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Omake: Kirito's true Noble Phantasm
Kirito gritted his teeth as he stared down at the literal army of Guardian Knights, the same ones that blocked his way toward the World Tree, in that world where fairies lived. It seemed like a lifetime ago, and just like back then, there seemed very little hope at the moment.
"Did you finally realize the futility of your resistance, Hero?" the figure sitting on a throne above him and watching the lone Heroic spirit against a literal army mocked, enjoying the spectacle before him.
He was called Oberon the Fairy King in another life, in another world. Here he was only a Caster-class servant and Kirito's enemy.
King or no, he would fall like all others before him. Kirito didn't feel an ounce of doubt about that, he just needed to think of a way to dispose of those troublesome knights.
"Seems like we are really in a pickle." a voice came from behind him and for a moment he tensed before relaxing slightly. He knew that voice, and while as Servants they were naturally enemies, he was still an old friend of sorts and currently an ally. "Reminds me of the nightmare that was the 69th-floor boss. Damn Kayaba, couldn't even give us something good for a legendary floor like that."
The speaker was a tall red-haired man in samurai armor and a rugged appearance that made him look like a bandit. In his hands he was holding a rather plain-looking spear yet there was a feeling of power coming from it that put Kirito on guard no matter how many times he saw. The man was slightly injured, clearly favoring his right leg more but otherwise was in a fighting condition.
"Don't space out, Lancer." he told him with a cold, measured tone, turning his attention back to Caster and raising his twin swords."I can't afford to protect you too."
"It's Klein. Damn it, Kirito, don't be so cool to call me a title of all things. What happened with all those times we fought together?" Klein complained, completely disregarding the impending doom upon them.
"Don't know, don't remember. And call me Saber. It's unwise to so easily reveal each other's True Name." was the quick reply from the heroic spirit who slowly grew annoyed with his temporary partner's antics.
Klein only just facepalmed mumbling something about Kirito being even more insufferable than usual.
Meanwhile, Caster was watching the interaction, feeling a little annoyed, his right eye even starting to twitch as a result of his agitation. How dare these insects ignore him and just bicker among themselves.
He would show them what it meant to gain the Fairy King's wrath.
"How dare you ignore your rightful ruler?" he roared, almost foaming at the mouth before with a wave of his hand he started directing his knight."My faithful knights, kill these heretics and bring me their heads!"
"Not good," Kirito muttered as the knights slowly took to the skies, aiming their lancer or in some cases bows in their direction, reading their charge. "Lancer, no, Klein. Take my master and yours and pull back a little. It might turn messy." he said, his mouth forming a frown as he looked behind him, at the two people standing behind him and the Servant of the Spear.
A tall blond-haired teen stood next to a girl with red hair, both of them wearing school uniform, and watched the proceedings a bit warily, a strange red tattoo on each of their left hand.
The boy was his master Eugeo, while the girl, Tiese, was the master of Lancer. It seemed despite finding themselves in a war that put master and servant pairs against each other, the two knew each other from school and decided to work together. Hence, why he had to constantly suffer Lancer's antics.
"Saber?" his master called out uncertainty, hand raised as if to reach out to him before he pulled it back, a feeling of defeat and shame on his face.
Why he had no idea. It was common sense that ordinary people, even those chosen as masters, didn't have much of a chance against Servants, whose power and legend were far above anything the modern world could produce. It was only natural for the master to stay back when Servants battled.
"Don't tell me, are you gonna use it?" Klein asked, shock and fear coloring his tone as he looked at the back of his friend.
"That's right." Kirito admitted, turning back toward Caster who watched their 'last moment' with obvious amusement."I'm gonna unleash my Noble Phantasm. I leave my master in your care."
"You are insane." the servant of the lance sighed before with a thought his spear disappeared from his hands, fading into blue light. "Don't you dare die on me, Kirito." he shouted as he suddenly grabbed the two masters and jumped away, easily opening a large distance between them and the incoming army.
Caster clicked with his teeth but didn't look away from Kirito, obviously seeing him as the bigger threat.
"You seem pretty confident, Hero, sending your little henchmen away like that," he noted with a mocking smirk, holding up his hand to keep his forces ready to attack.
"What can I say? I prefer working alone, and I doubt I would need help in the first place." Kirito answered with a cocky smirk before outrageously sheathing his crystal blade, leaving only his onyx one in his hand.
"Do you think you can stop me with your measly Noble Phantasm?" the Fairy King spat venomously, angered by the casual disregard the black swordsman was showing him. "I know your Noble Phantasm. Mithril Pebble of Pig Smiting is truly a powerful and formidable weapon but I know for a fact you can only unleash it once a day. And you already used it up against Rider." he chuckled evilly, believing in his victory without a shadow of doubt.
Much to his surprise instead of being intimidated, the servant of the sword only smirked challengingly at him before lowering his sword and slowly started walking toward Oberon as a large built-up magical power started coming from him.
"You are right, the Mithril Pebble is a powerful weapon and I do not have access to it at the moment. But you are wrong on one account. The Pebble is not my true Noble Phantasm."
"What foolishness is this? As if I would be intimidated by a trick like that." Oberon said haughtily but in his eyes, there was an unmistakable spike of worry. To mask it, he quickly brought his down, signaling his awaiting knights to attack."Bring me his head."
Following his head, a squad of knights flew forward toward the black swordsman who made no move away, their lances raised to skewer through his nonexistent armor in one single blow.
Just as they were about to reach him, which caused the battle to end early, a large wind, or rather a violent release of magical pressure from Kirito swept them away. forcing the lancers back while the arrows of light the archer knights released disappeared without damaging anyone.
Caster looked on disbelievingly as Kirito simply took another step towards him, his outline shining blue and his eyes yellow as slowly the streets around them turned intoö an endless grassland, and the night sky was replaced with a clear, blue sky, the dirty around them turning to nothing. It was as if they were in a completely different world.
"A reality marble?" the king of fairies let out a shocked gasp as his victorious visage slowly turned into horror as the landscape transformed."Impossible! A reality marble is a taboo, high-level magecraft. The likes of you, who isn't even a magus, could never dream of replicating it."
Despite his words, the undeniable truth was that Kirito was imposing his view of the world on reality and slowly a large object appeared on the horizon, directly behind the swordsman.
It was a large floating castle, made of iron and steel, supported by otherworldly magics. Exactly one hundred floors, each one smaller than the one under them, were piled on each other, creating the world where the tale of the Black Swordsman was written, where his legend crystalized.
The floating castle of one hundred floors, Aincrad.
Or at the very least a replica of it, created by the soul of the man who lived, fought, and loved in that land, to the point that it left its mark on his soul.
"You are right, I am no magus." Kirito admitted, his posture radiating confidence, even as the enemy knight reared up for another attack."Yet that world and I are inseparably linked. It's not a boast to say that I exist for the sake of that world, while that world also exists for the sake of me."
As he continued talking, various columns of blue light filled the space behind him. A part of Oberon's mind briefly recalled that it looked exactly like Aincrad's signature teleportation, but he lost that thought process when the light cleared up and he was met by a massive army facing his, in comparison minuscule amount of knights.
It was an army that took his breath away. Not just because they outnumbered his forces at first glance ten to one. Not because their equipment and very being radiated power, along with the legendary class, while his knights mostly relied on overwhelming numbers rather than individual stats. It wasn't even the almost endless enraged glares sent his way, all of them silently, or not so silently calling out for his blood.
It was because they were all women.
The ground and the air were filled with armored women of various ages, various species, some on mounts known and unknown to this world, wielding various weapons. Most gratingly, it was clear without even a proper look that all of them were extraordinary, otherworldly gorgeous.
Scantily clad, yet heavily armed, fair-skinned and golden-haired elves stood in an orderly formation, bows pulled back and aimed at him, while thin, silver blades were vibrating in anticipation. In front of them, instead of an elf, was an equally beautiful Sylph warrior, a race of fairy with green wings.
If not for the wings, she might have been seen as one of them, in forest-colored clothes, a rather generous figure, long, silky, blonde hair pulled into a ponytail and emerald green eyes boring holes into him. At her side, a katana rested on its sheath, the young maiden holding back the apparently bloodthirsty people of the forests with a held-up hand.
Next to them in a more loose formation stood a large group of women with dark skin, hair color either a bright silver or a mesmerizing purple. Some of them wore long cloaks that hid their figure, yet still tantalized the mind with small flashes of skin, others wore armor that covered all skin, yet was so tight on their bodies, it might as well have been bodypaint.
Their apparent leader was another dark elf, this one with lilac-colored hair and violet eyes, glared at him defiantly, sword pointed straight toward his heart. She wore purple-colored light armor under a black cloak and she looked like a hunter readying herself to hunt down her prey.
There was another larger group that was actually composed of smaller groups of different species. There were human warriors, ranging from young teens to practically armored Milfs, catgirls of various ages, as well as many other demihumans from wolves, to foxes, to even Lamia's whose lower part was a snake's body, and dragon-human hybrids.
The group was colorful and represented most of the possible fetishes a man could have and a few more that no one was aware of that existed before. At the head stood three distinct women, their posture and aura simply making them stand out from the masses, along with their exceptional beauty.
The one to the right was a young girl with pink hair and a red dress that looked like a modified maid uniform. The kind demeanor she presented was offset by the large war hammer in her hands and the murderous smile on her face. On the other side stood an even younger girl with brown hair pulled twin ponytails, and wearing light armor with a miniskirt. On her shoulder a small feathered blue dragon sat, nuzzling its face into her neck, even as its tamer pulled out a translucent dagger.
The in the middle stood in a relaxed posture, compared to the others, a smirk on her face, that told him that she didn't fear him or his knights, She had short, dandelion hair and wore a blue coat over a tube top that had several shades of blue, a silver arm-guard on her right arm, thigh-exposing black shorts, and thigh-high black socks. She was playing with a strange dagger, that was jagged on one side and straight on the other.
Oberon, Fairy King of the World Alfheim gritted his teeth in sheer rage as more and more women appeared from the columns of lights as if there was no end to them. It looked as if that annoying Saber Servant was mocking him, by pulling out an army of beautiful women to oppose him. Him, the rightful King, who Kirito should be grateful to be able to even look upon.
Another group made itself known, these people showing more modern outfits, outfitted with various firearms, camouflaged clothes and the occasional sci-fi weapon or armor come to life as they eagerly turned dozens of guns at the knights.
Among them, three were of particular beauty. One was a small girl wearing an all-pink outfit, clutching an equally pink submachine gun. Next to her stood a slightly older and taller woman in a form-fitting black outfit that left little to the imagination, long black hair trailing after her as she raised her assault rifle with a wide, sadistic smile.
It was the middle one that chilled him most to the core. She was a young girl with a large sniper rifle, looking at him through the scope with a cold gaze. She had thin, pale blue swaying hair and indigo-colored eyes. Her attire consisted of a desert-colored military jacket, bulletproof armor of the same color, and combat boots, as well as a white muffler around her neck. Even though the distance between them, her mere presence planted a tiny seed of fear inside him, even though he believed his magecraft could easily stop a bullet of any kind.
Yet that girl, she felt as if she could surpass what he thought should be possible.
Even the air above him wasn't free of the massive harem that the black swordsman brought out. Because let's admit it, at this point it was just a pissed-off, heavily armed harem.
Countless fairies populated the skies, of the nine races that were supposed to belong to him, to answer only to his commands, yet these traitors defied him and dared to turn their weapons at him. He was the proud Sylph lancers move into formation, the armored beasts known as Salamanders ready to charge, supported by the dragon familiars of the cat sith on the sides. But others too gathered and dared to stand against him, dozens of Gnomes, Imps, Undines, Leprechauns, Spriggans, and Pookas taking up arms against their rightful king.
He even saw several prominent figures among them, leaders, generals of their races from what he recalled from his memories. Alicia Rue, the golden-haired Cait Sith sat on the top of her dragons, laughing merrily. Sakuya, the noblewoman with green hair who ruled the Sylph with a gentle fist. There was even a muscled, armored Salamander woman with a crazed battle lust coloring her expression who looked as if she were the Salamander's famous General Eugene's twin.
And surrounded by numerous females, all standing close to him protectively and not a little proactively, was that damned Saber, who called himself Black Swordsman.
"What was it that you said? Did you finally realize the futility of your resistance?" he openly mocked him, while the girls around him giggled in amusement."If you fall to your knees and beg I might let you keep at least your dignity as you are utterly destroyed but make no mistake, Caster. This is the end of the line for you, your part in the Holy Grail War ends here."
Oberon felt a vein about to burst in his head as he heard those insolent words. Him, destroyed? Who does that nobody thinks he is, looking down on him as if he had any right to even breathe the same air as him.
"You have a lot of nerve, looking down on me, you filthy mongrel! Even if you have a reality marble and an army of copies, you don't stand a chance against-" he ranted before a surge of magical power shut him up.
"SHUT UP!" Kirito roared from the top of his lungs as a blue aura surrounded him once again.
As if responding to his words, the literal army of women let out a bloodthirsty smirk and frenzied battle cries as they readied themselves to battle. In contrast, Caster's faceless knights just floated there in the air unable to move without their master's explicit command.
"Copies you say? How preposterous." the servant of the sword had an enraged expression on his face, even as the flying behind him began to shine with an otherworldly light, framing his silhouette in blinding glory.
"THEIR BODIES ARE UTTERLY DESTROYED, BUT THEIR HEARTS ARE STILL DEVOTED TO ME AS THEIR BELOVED. FOR NONE BUT I CAN CLAIM TO RULE ABOVE THE WORLD OF HUNDRED FLOORS. I CAN MAKE THIS FLYING FORTRESS AS REAL, AS EVER BE, FOR IT STILL EXISTS IN OUR HEARTS. MY GREATEST TREASURE. MY PATH TO KINGSHIP. THIS IS MY TRUE NOBLE PHANTASM. MY AINCRADIAN HAREM!" he shouted and the women around him, his warriors, his lovers, and subjects roared in unified agreement.
Then the whole world exploded as countless attacks were let out, lighting up the sword in a myriad of colors. Sword skills, magic spells, even fucking artillery was unleashed on Oberon and his knights, who if they could feel anything but obedience to their master would probably shit their pants.
Their resistance was futile and ultimately resulted in changing nothing. They held out but for a moment, before the torment of attacks swept through them. Oberon sat in his chair the whole time, instead of trying to use any of the magecraft that he was so proud of, as someone who lived in the Age of Gods and Magic, to try and change the tide or even escape and live to fight another day. Yet he did none of that, only raved and cursed on top of his throne, his eyes glued to the swordsman in black as death rained around him.
The Heroic Servant of Magic, the Fairy King died without being able to do anything, bested by a superior foe, just like his first life. Yet as he felt his body composed of mana break down and his consciousness pulled back to the throne of heroes, the arrogant ruler could only note one thing as his eyes met the Servant of the Sword.
'For someone victorious, you certainly don't seem to find any joy in it.'
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"It is truly a pity. Despite his confident words, he was unable to pull off even the slightest resistance." Kirito muttered with a blank expression as he watched the last of Caster's body disappear, the final evidence of the defeat of one of the seven servants summoned to this plane. "Maybe I went a bit overboard, bringing out the whole extent of my reality marble. It seems I overestimated his capabilities."
As the women around him began to cheer in triumph, hugging or in some cases starting into a bit more amorous form of celebration, his face remained passive and unfeeling. Even when various arms wrapped around him, curvaceous forms pressed into him, and hands started to roam his form, he did not show anything but the slightest raise in his lips, to show his triumph over his fallen foe.
"With Caster, my worst possible matchup, gone, the remaining of this Grail is but an assured victory. Lancer is a fool but a useful one, while Assassin and Rider pose little threat to me. The unknown berserker is still a possible threat, as is that pesky Archer but with Caster eliminated, there is no one who could discern the true nature of my Noble Phantasm." he spoke out loud, stepping out of the embrace of his harem and looking to the side, where a shining blue light off column appeared, slowly revealing another presence.
A beautiful young woman stepped out of the light, revealing a haughty-looking but still regal face with long blonde hair. Along with the lavish robes she was wearing, the fairy wings on her back, and long ears, she could have passed for Caster's twin sister. Or rather, she looked as if Oberon, the Fairy King, was born female.
"Oh milord, allow this fair maiden to devote herself to you. My mind, body, and soul are yours to command," she stated in a pleasant, musical voice as she kneeled in front of Kirito and looked at him with devotion in her eyes and a deep blush on her face.
He noted regally, wordlessly accepting her fealty to him, before he was distracted and looked up at the sky. The previously blue sky was dyed orange as the sun started to set and the floating sky in the background started to very slowly fade out of view.
"Seems like my time here came to an end." he said, with the slightest hint of melancholy in his voice as the faces of the women around him dropped in sorrow."With my reserves and the abysmal amount of mana my master can support me, this is my limit. I should be going on anyway, that Lancer would no doubt annoy me to hell for spending so much time taking care of Caster. That imbecile will be the death of me."
He took a few steps as the world slowly dissolved around him, the state of reality returning to natural form but he turned back one last time, looking solemnly at a sole figure standing next to a modest-looking throne and guards surrounding her protectively.
Her long, chestnut-colored hair billowed in the unseen wind as a pair of warm brown eyes gazed at him. She was an almost otherworldly beauty, somehow managing to outshine all the women around her, without making them look any less beautiful in comparison. She wore a pearly-white breastplate and a long skirt consisting of countless fine fabrics.
She had the regal bearing of a Queen and the beauty of a goddess. Without a doubt, she stood at a far more important place in his soul than anyone else.
Her mouth opened yet no words were heard by the swordsman. He only smiled sadly, turning away to hide his face from view.
"Wait for me a little more, my Queen. For the time being, I shall continue using the guise of the 'Sword' to hide the true nature of the 'King'. But soon, I will emerge victoriously, and with the Holy Grail in my hand, our wish shall become reality. That I solemnly swore to you in the name of my True Name." he said solemnly as the reality marble finally vanished from view, his harem and the floating castle returning to their proper place, deep inside his soul.
As he slowly started to walk in the direction of his master and Lancer, his last words hung in the air, unheard by none, yet their weight could still be felt.
"For I am the Star King, Kirito."