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Author's Note: There were some complaints about my initial posting of this chapter, so I have made some revisions. Big thanks to Captn9087, Archleone, and Ezeakel, I hope this chapter is more up to snuff. If not just throw me in the worm pit with Kariya.
Inner Machinations
"I could never trust something that hides behind the faces of my loved ones, or manipulates people by messing with their head, my head."
The Kiritsugu imposter raised an eyebrow with a look of amusement on his face, "That was not my doing. I merely offer potential, freely I might add, which you have taken with appreciable vigor."
It was Shirou's turn to show his skepticism, "Which you've given little explanation for? Plus you keep killing me."
"To make sure I'm not wasting my time. Due to extraordinary circumstance, the development of Shirou Emiya has become an interest of Alaya."
Shirou remembered that he had gained a perk called 'Favor of Alaya' a while back, he now wondered the exact specifications of it.
"I know what you're thinking, yes we put a skill in there to nudge you along. Don't worry though, you barely put any work into it saving a couple lives is only a drop in the bucket." The doppelganger put his hands up, trying to disarm Shirou with his smile.
"So what exactly does it do? On top of that, what makes me so interesting?" Shirou's curiosity was peaked now, the situation was not playing out how he imagined.
"Shirou Emiya time and again has shown to be able to perform well over his expected limits. You are an oddity of that oddity, a rare opportunity that we cannot pass up."
Shirou didn't like the way he was being looked at, no not looked, analyzed. It was like he was a prize dog being examined for fleas, the cold calculating gaze made his skin crawl.
"We are prepared to make an offer, one that we think you'll find hard to pass up. I know you saw it, Avalon. Do you really think that when you die that they're going to let you waltz in there, you're precious Saber ready to meet you at the gate?"
"Well no bu-"
"There is not enough you could do in this lifetime that can make you worthy. When you die, your soul will return to the Swirl and your promise will be broken. However, over multiple lifetimes….. that might do it."
Silence crept in as the two men looked each other in the eye, the young man wondered if there was any truth to the words of the imposter. "Are you offering me immortality?"
"Nothing so banal, just the opportunity to accomplish the deeds required of you." The fake Kiritsugu opened his arms out as if to offer it to him right out of his palm.
Shirou's eyes became thin slits that his golden eyes glared. "What would you be getting out of this."
His dad put a finger to his chin, as if he didn't already have his plan completely though out, Shirou wasn't amused. "Your service, of all the iterations of Shirou Emiya, you are the first to have received the Crest from Kiritsugu and lived, that along with your natural acclimation to enhanced power gives us reason to kick the tires on you. Bending a sword would ruin it, but treating it with care may provide ample returns on your investment."
"So that's all you see me as, a weapon?" Shirou asked.
"We do not meddle in sentiment, we know precision. Alaya does not give at it's leisure, you have been allotted a certain amount of mana. This will manifest through natural progression as you've been doing. However, there is a trump card we are graciously adding in."
"How….generous."
"Calling on Alaya for power will grant you access to a reserve of untapped mana, the amount given to you will vary of the magnitude of your need for it."
"What's the catch?" The doppelganger tried to look hurt at the accusation but Shirou's stonewalled face gave no budge to him.
"Using anymore than what is given will result in your immediate indoctrination." Kiritsugu smiled, but Shirou could tell how hollow it was.
"So either I refuse and lose everything, or agree and run the risk of being stuck as your lapdog." Shirou's stomach felt like it dropped.
"I never said we would take the power away."
"You didn't have to."
The entity looked at the redhead, a mild sense of amusement formed on its face. "Fair enough. We have no evil intentions Emiya, Alaya is incapable of such mundane qualities. "
Shirou sat down, too entrenched in thought to acknowledge the absurdity of him sitting on nothingness. Shirou had only been told basic knowledge of magecraft from Kiritsugu, though he did mention Alaya as an entity similar to Gaia, and it wasn't like Gaia was out and about doing anything more than keeping the balance. He sighed, "I agree to continue using the system we've been using, but nothing more. I appreciate the aide you have provided but I have no intentions of being a slave to your whim. I'll take this power and make it my own, when people see Shirou Emiya they should know that he was, is, and always will be a hero who chose his own path. This path with you is one I have chosen, but not one I will be indebted to."
The Kiritsugu clone clapped his hands together, a victorious smile across his face. "Great! Now, this bar will indicate the amount of power you can call on if you ever in a situation where you have no other options." Shirou looked up to see a gold bar appear below his stamina bar, it was a tenth filled and had a bold A next to it. "As you can see it is 10% filled, you didn't think you just summoned Avalon off of love and willpower did you?"
"I was kind of hoping." Shirou mumbled. Kiritsugu turned and began to walk away.
"Hey!" Shirou called after him, but Kiritsugu did not stop, eventually he faded from sight and Shirou was alone. He began to feel everything close it on him, almost like the black void had gained form and was trying to squeeze him from existence. As he thought that about what might be his final moments, Shirou saw a light in the distance. The light began to get closer, and he could begin to feel the cold, and the sound of feet trudging in snow. Closer and closer still, he could see his breathe against the crisp cold air, and then, he was in the living world again. He felt an arm around his waist, and his view was blocked by golden locks, he could smell sweat and blood in it. He took him arm from around Saber's shoulder.
"Shirou." Saber said, her Master's sudden movements catching her by surprise.
Said Master took a few seconds to stretch and assess himself, all in all he'd say he was at 50%. His wounds were healed to the point that they didn't bleed but were still extremely sore and his mana and stamina were both near their halfway point. "Thanks Saber, but I should be carrying you, you're a machine!" He looked around, he could still see the castle not far away and a large swath of forest in disarray to the left of it. "Is that the way that Illya went?"
His Servant could already tell where he was going and was having no part of it. "Shirou, we should find Rin and Archer."
"Archer saved him and his Master, I doubt he would allow himself to be put back in danger after just getting out of it." Shirou said as he began to walk in the direction of the destroyed section of the forest.
"Was that a compliment?" Saber chuckled.
Shirou laughed with her, "The closest he'll ever get."
The two walked some ways in silence for awhile but Shirou couldn't help but feel; like something was nagging him, something he needed to get off his chest.
"When I see you I see myself, or at least who I want to be." He said, never breaking stride.
The statement caught Saber off guard, her face transitioned from one of surprise to contemplation, "I am not someone to aspire to be Shirou, be better than me."
Shirou took a deep breathe, he had expected this answer and was ready with his reply. "That's something I needed to talk to you about. It...hurts to see someone so righteous and upstanding delude themselves into thinking their wish is anything but selfish."
She stopped, Shirou knew he was in deep shit now, "Excuse me?"
He turned to face her, never breaking eye contact, she had to know, as her partner he couldn't let her keep living like this. "When I saw Avalon I thought, 'this is amazing, but far fetched."
"Are your ideals not similar to mine though? Surely you should understand why it is worth fighting for, why my wish must be made. I couldn't give my people the kind of world they deserved." She looked dejected, it hurt him to see her like this.
"I think you should fight for something more realistic, and not wish to erase a rule that, while not perfect, is incredibly favorable to most other countries in the past or present."
"But you've seen Avalon, you know the utopia is real."
Shirou shook his head, "To you yes, but for me and everyone living now and in the past it is little more than a pipe dream."
The look Saber gave him sent chills down his spine, it reminded him of Taiga whenever she thought he had upset Sakura. "So you lied back in the castle? For what? Why say you would strive for something that you think is foolish?"
"Because I don't consider it my goal, my only goal is to help those in need. To create a perfect world requires everyone to have the same mindset, no one person can accomplish it. You worked so hard to become the ideal king that you forgot what it means to be human, for yourself and others and that's why you could never build the utopia you wanted."
Saber narrowed her eyes down on the mage, "You make bold accusations, Master."
The change in title and attitude did not dissuade Shirou from continuing, though he now went back to walking and he was relieved that she followed along with him. "When I see you, you look so lonely."
"Wha-" He raised a hand to her, signalling her to let him finish.
"I know what it's like to have nothing more than a dream to cling to. Kiritsugu knew, and when he died, I felt that all his dreams and what he embodied died with him for a long time. I was so deep in my own self pity that I forgot exactly what he stood for to begin with. When that fire extinguished everything that I was, it was him that reminded me what it meant to be human. He didn't save me for the sake of his own ideals, no he smiled and shed tears of joy because he saved someone, just being able to help someone in any way he could was enough for him at that point."
"I see..." He didn't turn back to look at her, but he could no longer feel her glare on his back.
"I love your dream, and I will reach for it, but I'll do it by instilling that dream into others like dad did for me so that hopefully, one day, everyone will think the same. Only then could Avalon be made a reality on this Earth, it can't be done alone."
He heard her stop again, when he looked to her she was looking down at the ground, he could hear how hard she had her fists balled. "I always thought I had to be more than human. So much so that I-"
Shirou placed a hand on her shoulder, he never meant for it to get this far. "Artoria." She looked up at the sound of her true name. "Don't. I just wanted to let you know my viewpoint as your partner. I shouldn't have opened up old wounds, maybe in time, together, we can heal those too."
"Ok Shirou." She said softly, he gave her a quick, reassuring hug before they set off again.
Saber could see new life in her Master's amber eyes, a flame that was kindled had now become a raging fire. As they continued to walk along the the destroyed trees, they noticed that the amount of scorched earth was increasing. The trees looked like a stampede had run over them and a fire had finished them off, Shirou searched around with Saber in tow, and underneath a pile of logs Shirou could make out Illya's tiny form within. The pile was arranged in such a way that it covered but didn't crush her.
'Berserker must have hid her here, but where is he. I doubt he'd allow his Master to be uncovered without putting up a fight. Shirou signaled to Saber to scope out the area, the two of them made a quick go around and could find no trace of the enraged Greek. After confirming the area to be safe, they went to work lifting the logs off of Illya. While Shirou had noticed the effects of his training, he couldn't help a grin at the sight of a young man and woman moving fallen trees with minimal effort. The bitter cold stung his skin, but Shirou did not relent until his sister was in his embrace. Illya was breathing, and she didn't seem to take much damage, Shirou finally let out the breathe he had been holding.
"Onii-chan." Shirou just made out the whisper form his sister's lips, her skin and hair almost made her invisible amongst the snowy blankets. While he understood the risk of what would happen if Berserker followed them back to his house, the redhead couldn't imagine Hercules not being by his Master's side unless he was dead.
"Let's go home Illya." He picked up his sister, surprised by just how light she was in comparison to the amount of mana she had to have flowing through her. He and Saber then made their way out of the forest, all the while stifled by the possibility of an ambush from that black creature, which reminded Shirou…
"Hey Saber, what was that…...that thing. The way it ate away at everything, it wasn't natural."
"We're not sure, shortly after you were taken it tried to attack us while we infiltrated the castle. The attack by Gilgamesh must have lowered the defenses, we took the opportunity and so did that creature." Saber responded, remembering her battle with that thing made her shudder. She couldn't agree more with Shirou, something about it just didn't seem right.
Eventually they did make their way out of the forest and to his house. Upon entering his domain, Shirou could tell that it was being occupied, though he had a good guess on who it was. Shirou dismissed Saber to do as she wished, though the Servant remained adamant on staying at his side. They went into an empty spare bedroom and laid Illya there to rest until she could talk to them about what happened. As they walked down the hallway, Shirou figured that Sakura was finally well again based off of the activity that was emanating from the dining area. Even still Saber made him stand behind her as they entered in case of a possible ambush, though Shirou found it incredibly dubious.
"Emiya-kun, it's about time you made it back."
'Well I can't always be right, but it would be nice to get a bone thrown my way once in a while,' Shirou thought as he looked perplexed at his fellow Master. What really made his head spin was how she had made herself so much at home, the TV was on and she had already helped herself to tea.
"I'm glad you're safe, I was worried something may have happened to you. Whatever you guys brought with you isn't something I want to tangle with anytime soon, though with our luck, we'll run into it tonight."
Rin's cheeks flushed a light pink at the mention of his concern, though it was quickly overtaken by an affronted look, making Shirou wonder how he could have possibly screwed up now. "I am more upset that Archer denied me a chance to fight, like I needed his saving, the idiot."
"Glad to see that he's actually useful for something." He saw a look form in Rin's eyes, it was only for a moment but he could swear he saw pure rage pass her eyes at the remark about Archer. "Maybe…..maybe he's not so bad." This didn't seem to do anything for her, the look had already passed, and Shirou felt he wouldn't get an answer from her regarding it. Rin looked over at the TV, and her face turned downtrodden and sullen. "Tohsaka? What's wrong?"
"Just watch."
Shirou didn't understand at first but the TV was on the news channel and was reporting an incident at…..Ryuudo Temple. Mr. Kuzuki had been murdered, and in such a way that no one had realized until his body had long went cold. Nobody else at the temple had even heard a commotion, which drew Shirou's doubt considering the skill of the former assassin.
Rin turned back to him, "Do you think it was Caster?"
"I-I don't think so, I think she truly loved him. In which case, that means that….." He felt a lump form in his throat, and his heart weighed a couple pounds heavier.
Saber and Rin watched as grief overcame Shirou. Everything he had said to Mr. Kuzuki and Caster, his promise, meant nothing now. He had lost two while saving one, though he didn't regret it being Illya. "I told them they could be happy together, not die in each other's arms." Rin and Saber could hear him grind his teeth as he talked. The two women watched as Shirou vented out his frustration. While they were well aware and prepared for lives to be lost in their pursuit of the Grail, Shirou, for all his big talk and progress, still thought he could save everyone.
Shirou let his breathing even out before speaking again, "We should investigate."
"Later. Don't give me that look, you've done enough." Rin said.
"Enough? Doing 'enough' got two people killed." He responded, his chest was still hot.
"And you think you're in any condition to meet that threat?" Saber interjected. "You saved Illya, do not let things you can't control confound your reasoning." Shirou could see the concern on her face, and while Rin kept cool and calculated, he knew she was probably evaluating his mental condition.
Said Master flipped a ponytail over her shoulder, "Get some rest Emiya, it's nearly noon and I can only assume you haven't had any rest."
"N-Noon?" Whatever mental pillars he had holding up his will to resist came crumbling down. He hadn't taken notice to the sun the entire time he was with Saber. For the first time Shirou looked, really looked at his companions seated by him. Rin's hair was disheveled and her eyes had heavy bags under them. Saber's usually ever vigilant gaze was now far more lazy, her eyes drifting between here and somewhere off in the distance. Realization set in on him. An overcast appeared of his eyes, he really felt like a grade A jerk at that moment. "You guys have done so much, I-I'm sorry for asking so much of you. How long were you-"
"Stop. God you can be such an idiot." Rin's voice was weary and slightly distant. She sighed, "We agreed that we wouldn't leave until we knew you were safe." She saw him raise an eyebrow, "Most of us, Archer didn't object at least."
Shirou chuckled, "Maybe I'm growing on him."
"NOT ON YOUR LIFE!" A voice from above rang out, causing Shirou to jump slightly.
He called up to his ceiling, "Get off my roof!" He received no reply, though excessively loud footsteps could be heard heading towards the front of the house. "I swear if he breaks a single shingle I'm killing him." The redhead said offhandedly.
"Don't mind him, we should be able to get some rest today, I talked to Ms. Fujimura while I waited, so she thinks you're visiting Issei in the hospital. It was….. Interesting seeing Saber in action, at my side. I see why you're so fond of her." She let a small smirk grace her tired features.
Shirou and Saber were both too tired to hide their matching blushes, nor come up with a comeback more coherent than synchronized stuttering. Rin seemed to have expended the last of her energy on that last jest, as the Master and Servant tried to explain their 'situation', her eyes began to droop more and more. Eventually, her eyes shut completely and her check out made definitive by her forehead connecting with the table with a thud.
A sigh left his lips, "Saber, go get some sleep. I'll give Rin to Archer, I'm sure he's waiting patiently at the front door by the sound of his footsteps." His Servant gave no more than a little nod of her head before drifting off towards their room. Shirou looked over at the sleeping woman on his floor, he shook his head, wondering how he got so lucky to have friends like these.
'Speaking of friendly people', he scooped Rin up, who immediately nuzzled herself into his chest, a content smile across her face. As he carried her across the room at to the front of the house, he could make out the outline of Archer just on the other side of the door. When Shirou opened the door, he couldn't help but roll his eyes at the sardonic smirk that Archer gave him when he saw Rin cuddled up in his arms.
"Why aren't you the gentleman?"
Shirou threw a smirk to match the Servant's, "What do you know about chivalry?" He stepped closer so Archer could retrieve Rin from him.
When the transferal process was complete Archer bagan to leave, but before heading off he stopped. "Shirou. Don't make Rin regret saving you."
"Aww it almost sounds like you care." He didn't wait for a reply, closing the door the second after the words left his mouth. As he walked down the hall, he thought about what Archer had told him, and if the Servant actually did care. Shirou couldn't go against his better judgement though, and chalked it up as another threat. When he finally reached his room he didn't bother changing, he went face first into his pillow, only just regarding the blonde sleeping soundly next to him enough to not fall on top of her. He was asleep in seconds.
Shirou awoke again in a start, his mind was alert and firing on all cylinders. He looked ocver to see Saber was already standing, sword drawn and at the ready.
"Shirou, you felt it too?"
He nodded his head, there was a mana source flaunting around the house, obviously trying to get there attention. The pair exited the room, from the window Shirou could tell it was now nighttime, they had slept through the day.
"Senpai?" Shirou hadn't noticed Sakura when he first came out of the room, but now he knew she was there, and she say him and Saber come out of the same room.
'Shit.' There really was no time for this, it was then that he saw Illya come from behind Sakura, rubbing her eyes, 'She must've just woken up, how convenient.'
"Illya." He pointed at the Einzbern mage, "look after Sakura." He left with Saber before he could see the perplexed look on the women's faces as they took notice of the other. He honestly wished he could bring Illya with him, she was an extraordinary mage and homunculi in her own right, but he was more at peace knowing that Sakura wpould be safe in case someone tried to break in while they were out. Exiting the Emiya estate, he could make out a dark figure hopping from rooftop to rooftop towards Ryuudou Temple, Saber saw it too and turned to address him.
"Your orders Shirou."
It was obviously a trap, but from what he knew no Servant they had met to this point matched the description of the cloaked individual retreating from them. Caster had made a contract with an Assassin Servant, but maybe this one was the actual Assassin Servant, it would explain the dexterous and silent gliding across the city, plus the black cloak and slight frame screamed Assassin. "We can go now and trip his trap, or wait for him ambush us later."
"As a Saber Servant, I am at a better advantage in direct confrontation, though I cannot perform effectively if you are in peril."
He would be in peril no matter the situation was the thought that came to his mind, and in the end, his tenacity won out over caution and common sense. "Let's go."
It took a little time to get to the Temple, but Shirou and Saber remained laser focused as they ascended the stone steps. When they reached the top of the steps, they were greeted by Zouken Matou and the cloaked figure that had caught their attention.
True Assassin Lv. 60
Shirou looked to Saber, she returned his gaze, without saying a word they knew that they would split Zouken and his Servant. However before they could put their plan into action, black tendrils shot out from the distance, crashing into the ground where they once stood. Looking over to his Servant he could see Saber was now in combat with both Assassin and the black tendrils that looked eerily similar to the shadow creature they encountered before at the Einzbern castle. The long appendage that had came after him began to resume it's chase, making Shirou jump up onto the rooftop to get away as it destroyed the roofing behind in pursuit of him. When another came up to block off his progress, Shirou jumped off from the roof and ran towards Zouken, Shirou hoped that in the confusion he would get a chance to take down the decrepit old man. The elder Matou would have none of it though, dispersing into a swarm of bugs as Shirou approached with the Shadow's arms in hot pursuit. The mage didn't stop moving, he could no longer see Saber, he guessed that she tried to draw Assassin and the Shadow away to give him a better shot at Zouken, he honestly wished she would have stayed closer though. Shirou didn't want to take any chances, so he used one of his Command Spells to bolster her strength, while he couldn't see the effects it had, he was sure that Saber was grateful for the additional boost in power. While Shirou was caught up in the novelty of using his first Command Spell, he didn't notice the tendril that blind sided him from his left, sending him hurtling into one of the rooms of the temple. Once inside, the first thing he realized was that Zouken was now standing in front of him, so he wasted no time producing Kanshou, he would have no words with the old man, only his defeat would satisfy Shirou. Even as Shirou used all the combat tactics in his arsenal appropriate for the confined space, Shirou couldn't seem to damage Zouken farther than killing a few of the worms that made up his entire body, the stagnant process began to irritate him to no end.
"Can you feel it? Your Servant being gone?" Zouken asked, a smirk plastered on his aging face.
"What the hell are...you...talking..." Shirou took notice that instead of having two Command Spells, he now had none. A cold sense of dread began to creep up his spine as the senior let out a dry laugh. The dread Shirou had was quickly replaced with anger, he was seeing red and at that moment wanted nothing more than to split the Matou patriarch in half with his swords. Seething, Shirou again wen to attack Zouken, only this time he was met with a swift and violent kick to the stomach that sent him hard into the opposite wall. Shirou went to stand, but found that the return of a previous injury from his fight with Gilgamesh along with the pain in his stomach made it almost impossible. The Assassin Servant made for the finishing blow, Shirou looked on as he could still feel nothing more than seething anger coursing through him. He closed his eyes and waited for death to come, and Alaya to capture his soul, but the moment never came. Instead, Shirou was thrown backward from the force of Assassin's attack being countered by Rider, seeing the purple haired Servant brought equal parts relief and terror.
Rider Lv. 88
'Oh.' Shirou never noticed how high of a level she was, with how thoroughly Saber had beaten her he didn't even bother to check. What didn't add up was just how capable of a Servant she really was, he had managed to get a blow on her and along with Saber's victory it made sense to think she was one of the more weaker ones. His doubts were being completely erased with her current showing of strength and adeptness. She moved like a blur, he could tell that Assassin couldn't keep up as he never even got a chance to move. Before any of the men present could understand what was happening, Rider had Assassin impaled with her dagger, something that gave Shirou an unwanted sense of nostalgia.
Tracing…..
Shirou watched on in amazement as Rider proceeded to use the Assassin as little more than a plaything, sending him up and back down into the ground with incredible strength, she whipped him from wall to wall it looked like she was determined to leave him splattered on the interior. Upon seeing that they were in more danger than he had planned, Zouken withdrew into the night as a swarm of bugs, though Shirou did try to throw a sword at the retreating man anyway. After Assassin retreated along with his Master, Rider turned to look back at Shirou, then at the floor which was now stained with his blood from the reopened wound.
"Are you all right?" Her tone had not a hint of concern in it.
He stood up, favoring his ribs, "Yeah, nothing some R&R and cough syrup can't fix."
"You shouldn't jest boy, you have no Servant and I doubt my Master can send me to your aid every time you are attacked."
She was gone before he could reply, almost as if she had never been there in the first place. As Shirou stood there in the snow, realization began to sink in, looking at his hand again he saw there were indeed no Command Spells anymore. His knees gave out from under him, and he felt every ounce of strength leave him nothing more than a husk of anger and despondency. He didn't know what to do, what to say, all he could do was sit there, his mind a raw nerve of emotion. The walk home was a quiet one, every now and again he would look over to his side expecting to see the blonde hair and jade eyes he had grown to know so well. As he approached the house, he could make out Sakura running towards him through half-lidded eyes, whe she reached him she immediately wrapped her arms around him. He could feel her heartbeat, it soothed him as he felt his heart begin to burst, though Shirou swore he would not cry, it wouldn't be what Saber wanted, she would want him to stand strong even among times as grim as now.
"It's so cold, and…..you're hurt. Oh, Senpai….." He could now feel tears, but they weren't his, he looked down and saw that Sakura was gently crying into him. "Please, whatever it is that you're doing, please stop. I- I can't bear to see you hurt, just…..come inside. Please." Her last plea was small and almost nonexistent, but Shirou heard the fear, the concern, it brought him back to life as if a dying fire had retained a few embers, just enough.
"Ok Sakura," he said softly. He let her help him to his feet and lead him back into the house, though he felt it was going to be far more empty now.
Shirou Emiya, Level 42
Health: 40/100
Magic: 25/100
Strength: 29/100
Endurance: 50/100
Dexterity: 47/100
Intelligence: 30/100
Wisdom: 20/100
Luck: 60/100
Skills:
Element: Sword/Sword
Resistance: Magic (5%) Curse (5%)
Unlimited Blade Works: Level 4 (Locked)
Passive increase in Swordsmanship
6% EXP increase in Sword skills progression
10% EXP increase in Archery skills progression
Charisma: C+
Cooking: A+
Cleaning: A+
Zen: D-
Alaya's Favor: 10%
Kenjutsu: C+ (Fighting Styles Inculded)
Reinforcement Magic: C+
Weapon Tracing: C-
Time Alter: C
Gun Fu: D
Pankration: Level 3 (Instant Travel: 2%)
Presence Concealment: D+
Perks:
Ironman
Miraculous Healing
Star Constellation: O' Heaven, Collapsing Star
Mana Fortification