Disclaimer: I own nothing of Code Geass, nor of Guilty Gear, nor to a lesser extent, BlazBlue and Rewrite. I do own this story, and all the inspirations along with it. And of course, the brain where the ideas came from.
The early dawn found Suzaku Kururugi alone on the Ashford Academy grounds, jogging relentlessly through the avenues of hedges and open grass. The boy kept up a constant pace, never stopping to rest, slowing down or speeding up.
By the time the Knightmare guards checked in and a few early bird students had showed up, Suzaku was already sprinting off towards the dormitories. There, he found Lelouch still asleep and left a short note as he changed into his Order colors.
He moved among the morning Britannian crowd, letting himself be washed away by the thickening river of eager or drowsy souls. He was himself a locus of vast, unspent power, keeping his back upright and eyes straight before him.
Upon reaching the Office, Suzaku immediately headed for the economically sized uniform quarters. What he saw over the flap containing his armor gave his heart an uncomfortable twist. It was a small array, more a glyph, that was pasted over the metal surface, and when Suzaku extracted it, immediately spat out the silent message for the youth to see.
"HoNoRaRy or NOT YoU DoNt BeLoNg HeRe 11-"
He squashed the glyph inside his fingers, absorbing the leftover seithr into his arm which did nothing to stifle the anger boiling from inside him. Stray green and yellow sparks flashed from between the clenched fingers as Suzaku took deep, steadying breaths.
"Oh, you're early, Brother Suzaku. Good morning." He blinked, relaxing his hand.
"That's Brother Kururugi," he addressed the other man formally, inclining his head. "And good morning to you too."
"Oh right, right, I forgot, sorry." Brother Weinberg had a wide, open face highlighted by his sunny-blonde mane, making it seem like he was ever-cheerful. Sometime during the past days, he'd struck up an uneasy acquaintance with this Brother who was always early to the quarters like him. "I'm not too used with Japanese names, heck, I'm not really good with names at all. Hey, you seem different this morning somehow. Did something happen at your home?"
"It's... nothing," Suzaku murmured, turning his head away to finally retrieve his armor. There was a chance it had been Weinberg who had left that message and he didn't want to air his grievances to a suspect- a Britannian at that.
"If you say so," the man said dubiously, rubbing his chin in thought before blinking and heading off to retrieve his own armor.
The two Brothers emerged back onto the wide, low-ceilinged corridors of the Office, heading towards the central staircase. Weinberg was chattering something as Suzaku listened warily, making appropriate sounds or nodding silently but never answering.
"I tell you man, you Knightmare jocks are really lucky!" Weinberg concluded after a long, playful rant about the merits of being just a foot-Brother, unarmored and unpowered by Knightmare because of a lack of sync rate. The Britannian Knightmare was still the Order's mobile armor of choice, far out-classing even the emergent EU Mobile Units, which seemed to hamper the physical capabilities of each Brother or Sister. The Federation Flow system was held in further contempt; true, they fielded Brother-mages, but relying on only one method of attack or defense was irresponsible to Order eyes.
Since the formal Founding, each Preserve decreed a different design for its Knightmare users than the Empire's current standard, updated only once every Imperial cycle – each time a new heir or heiress ascended to the Throne. The Gekka standard of Area Eleven was one such example, fielding similar functions as a Sutherland but having the (outdated, as some thought) capabilities of the Ganymede, which was the former's grandfather of sorts.
The fine thread of tension that separated Order and Empire aimed to preserve the status quo until just recently, when a certain Japanese Order-adept had lifted the newest Britannian prototype.
"Hey, aren't you going for breakfast?" Brother Weinberg asked, jerking his gauntleted thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the Mess.
Suzaku shook his head, gesturing to the glyph on the staircase. "I thank you Brother, but the Lord Brother specifically requested I be early and on time. Good day." Placing his hand on the small array, the newest Knight disappeared in a flash of green.
"Can't do your first mission on an empty stomach, you know," Weinberg called out to empty air. Afterwards, he shrugged, whistling as he headed for Mess.
Within the Operations room, a fully armored Tohdoh and the four Elites were ready and waiting for Suzaku as he entered the room, the door whooshing behind him. "Good morning, Lord-Brother, Brothers, Sisters." He bowed.
The Guardian techs, brothers and sisters themselves, did not reply, focused on their terminals before them. Tohdoh turned his helmed head and nodded to the boy silently, motioning for him to come close. The rhythmic staccatos of keys being pressed rapidly filled the room as Suzaku turned his eye to the many screens.
"Brother Kururugi. Today, the Office has been given leave to prosecute one of the mage-sinisters we have been investigating for a month. I would have gone on ahead before your Knighting had it not been for the tumult Zero caused. The mage-sinister's name is Carix, a class B mage recorded to be adept in fire and transmutation. There are no indications that he is of an alchemical bent, but we shall be ready with seithr grenades and the appropriate strategem.
"We move in fifteen. Carix's lair is due some five miles south-southeast of the Preserve. Our last drones have returned over an hour ago with confirmation that he's still in his lair. This is our chance. Are you prepared?"
"What were his actions as mage-sinister, Lord Brother?" asked Suzaku politely. He almost felt the Legion-Master smile behind the helm. "Arson and theft of Federation properties, among a number of major and minor crimes. He is also suspected to be a sympathizer of Gaia, but that is irrelevant to the Federation's request that he be arrested. We have not been given an order to terminate. We are only responsible for bringing him into the Federation's justice."
"So this is a matter that mostly concerns the Federation?"
"Yes," Tohdoh replied shortly. "If you've no more questions, we shall depart."
Suzaku tensed, staring into the gaze hidden behind molded steel. "I am ready."
"Good. I will be leading the mission." There was a palpable atmosphere of reluctance among the other Elites. "I, Brother Kururugi and the squad will be more than enough," Tohdoh addressed them, quelling the unspoken tension. "If it goes smoothly, they won't even need me at all. The target is but a B rank, and is supposed to be alone." He turned back to Suzaku. "But call in your Knightmare's caretakers in any case. We must always be prepared for anything. Tell them to meet us near Exit Point Four."
As the Knight hastened to call Ms. Cecile's number, Tohdoh took a few steps past the Elites to one of the techs in her chair. "Inform the Brothers and Sisters assigned that we are heading out in thirteen. The transport is ready, I take it?"
"Confirmed. It is ready, Lord Brother."
"Good. Come, Brother Kururugi." He stepped towards the exit of the Operations room, Suzaku marching close behind. The Elites' gaze seemed to bore into his back, and the boy felt that it was quite understandable.
It was a short drive to the Exit Point, during which Suzaku spent it in the space toward's the transport's rear acquainting himself with the other Knights and his sensei's black Gekka. Tohdoh himself was silent, sitting close to Susanooh's hilt as he crossed his arms before him.
They met the Lancelot's transport, and after Suzaku hailed the two engineers who had brought some techs with them, Tohdoh went up to hold conference with Earl Asplund. After a few moments, the Legion-Master returned and the two transports headed down into the exits through the protective dome that safeguarded the Eleventh Preserve.
"This ain't the only exit out of the Preserve," one of the Brothers commented to Suzaku. "There're those underground access points, mostly the old tunnels from Japan hundreds of years ago that've been repurposed and patrolled – and some of them not. That's where the deviants are able to go through the dome and out into the Zones. We're patrolling them, but it's all we can do to keep an eye on every damn hole."
"It's a rat's job, on tunnel duty, that it is," said one Sister. "You'll be assigned one later, Brother Kururugi, and you'll find that the stink and dark will grow on you after only one shift. Just don't lose your head when a giant rat or one of those crab-men – or heaven help you, a Gear – comes along the next corner. Nasty things."
"Ever seen Vier walking in the office without his helmet on?"
"He can't have, Vier was transferred to Area Three two months ago."
"Ah well. Y'see, he's too much like the bionic man now, not a single limb left 'cept for that bit below his left shoulder they managed to save. The beast caught him in the back. Weird guy - laughed it off-"
"Everyone, be silent," came the sudden voice of Tohdoh. "We're in the Zones."
Glancing out the small slit covered in seithr- and radiation-resistant glass that made for a window, Suzaku saw the abrupt change from clean, tidy streets gleaming with the sheen of the sun to a dark, sandy picture of hell, with the real sun hanging on the clouded sky like a giant, red canker. There were no roads in the Zone, merely well-trod paths on which Guardians routinely passed through on their patrols. It was still a rough path, and the earth crunched beneath them like cracked eggshells. Only a few things dared live here, and most of them were the unpleasant kind of living things.
Suzaku had only been to the Dead Zones twice, once when his father had brought him and his mother along on that trip to visit the Sumeragis in an Order satellite colony, and then again when he and Lelouch had pursued that injured Gear to just along the outskirts of the Preserve. The rest of the time, the haunting atmosphere of the Zone was neatly blocked out by the many shields and domes over the Preserve which kept the rampant radiation and thick seithr clouds out.
He had read before (or had it been one of Lelouch's rants?) that there had been proposals all along the Guardian hierarchy of relocating the main Sacred Preserves to higher ground, where it was notably less dense in seithr and was at the very least far away from the undying radiation that had bled into the earth. It would cut down on operational costs, namely the daily upkeep of energy to be fed to the shields and domes. The idea had been taken from the Order's own main headquarters situated atop the Andes, overlooking Justice Crater which was one of the few places in the world where seithr density was at a fatal maximum, enough to smother a man with a lifetime intake of irradiated seithr.
These "Hierarchical Cities", as they were to be named, would adopt Britannian pyramidal architecture, and would be powered and supplied through tunnels that led into the heart of the mountain. The higher ground meant a more difficult assault by daring enemies and a direct access point for airships that would be free from the dangerous and sometimes fatal turbulence of low altitude flight.
Only one had ever been made – and that was only because it had then been the newest Sacred Preserve, built on Mt. Everest. The rest could not be adapted because they were centuries in existence and had too many citizens who were too entranched in their homes that it required a concerted herculean effort by all involved to relocate them all.
The transport bumped to a halt. They'd arrived.
The pressurized interior of the transport opened up to reveal the swirling chaos of the Zone. The dust and seithr swept through against the resistant metal of his armor as he took the first steps and waded out into the outside.
The other Knights arrayed themselves in order, all weapons ready. Suzaku strode to the side, where the Britannian transport was prepping up to release the Lancelot. The Legion-Master came up to them, his armored form like a living, breathing statue. "We are about a kilometer or so away from the target's actual lair. We will set up the temporary base in this area, which is easily defensible on all sides."
Tohdoh set to assigning which of the Knights would stay behind to defend the two transports with him. "Brother Kururugi, you will use the Lancelot to be the squad's outrider. We shall not afford to lose time tying up the squad in a monster attack; be alert. In addition, report to me of any suspicious magical signatures that indicate the target's defenses." Suzaku saluted, turning towards the other transport where the Lancelot waited. He wondered, idly, why he wasn't to go and arrest the man himself with the Lancelot.
"Lord-Brother Tohdoh has apprised me of the situation," said Lloyd, clad in a fat, thick radiation suit. His voice, though muffled, was unmistakable. "As such, I've had the Lancelot equipped with the Float Variable Pack. I'm quite sure you're familiar with its specifications already; please just don't go overboard with the experimental flying capability."
"Sir Kururugi," Cecile said from the side, "The energy filler will last for an hour of operation time. Please take note."
"I don't think it's going to take long, Cecile, from the sound of it. It's as routine and boring a duty as most."
"It is not routine, if I must say sir." Suzaku interjected with a little fervor in his voice. "It is bringing justice to a criminal, and is as important as going after Zero himself."
"You play that tune, huh...? Never mind, it doesn't matter. Off you go then, Kururugi. Good hunting." The Earl waved distractedly.
The Float system had been developed by an ancestor of the Earl, another Earl Asplund, as he'd read of the meter-thick instruction manual, and was supposed to revolutionize flight in the era before Knightmares. But then the Black Beast had come along, and the seithr spilling out into the atmosphere had made flight using any means dangerous, making the system obsolete until it was modified and incorporated into the airships. Over three centuries later, that Earl's descendant had figured out an advanced system by which the unstable atmosphere might be circumvented, although it was yet untested in a live situation.
The flat, blade-like wings attached to the Lancelot were retractable, the Pack taking as little weight as possible. This combined with the simple weaponry of concussion gun and short magisword made the Frame fulfill the requirements for flight in short bursts.
The Lancelot wouldn't fly, per se, but merely boost up, glide through the air a short distance, and land.
"Lancelot, launch!"
The Factspheres immediately gave him the video of the target lair's entrance, a kilometer away hidden underneath a fallen, warped remnants of a skyscraper. The squad was already moving towards it, separated from each other by a hundred meters while cutting off communication. The reasoning was that the standard ars detection bubble, which would alert the caster to invasions through sound and communication arrays, had an average range of one hundred meters, increased depending on skill and number. Mage-sinister? Probably a two. Maybe five. Cooperative array between mage-sinisters? Half a kilometer. With the support of Gaia technology? Two times that (estimated). The standard radius utilized by the Powers was at least four miles above and below ground. That was why it was imperative that nothing be done to trigger the array.
The Lancelot was already boosting ahead of the group, Suzaku searching this way and that through the ruins using the special experimental system he'd used to track ars signatures. So far, there were many, but they weren't active; merely byproducts of ars casted before. Inside, the hum of the matrices kept the Devicer alert to the slightest change in the surroundings.
He used the harkens to boost him up a toppled building to see from a higher point. The wings extended as he flew to another building, then another. He looked at the display. The squad was only halfway there.
Suddenly there was the unmistakable pull of seithr. Humanoid shapes burst out from the street below him, the aged concrete pulling together to form hands and legs and bodies. Constructs. The emergence of these meant one thing. "This is Brother Kururugi. I see six constructs just ahead of the squad. He was ready for us."
"Acknowledged. All Knights, full forward! Brother Kururugi, eliminate the external threats. Keep all eyes out." came Tohdoh's voice. There was no need to tell Suzaku that, as the Lancelot boosted down into the midst of the group, slashing through one of them with the sword imbued with lightning. The constructs made no sound or cry, their din coming from their bodies moving and creaking as they counter-attacked. Suzaku focused on one side, lopping off the arms of the first construct and moving on to the next.
Things that couldn't feel pain couldn't be knocked out, only obliterated into their base components. They could be slowed down enough to be dispelled, or obliterated entirely. Suzaku preferred the second option. He removed the lightning on his blade and immediately filled the Lancelot's body with sound ars. The Knightmare became a vibrating mass as it tore into the crackling bodies, dashing through and slashing the feet from under them. Tied to their function, the upper bodies continued to crawl relentlessly on their damaged arms, to which Suzaku responded by having the Lancelot charge back to the group, pushing one against the other until they were all piled against the wall in a writhing mass.
The two harkens fired, embedding itself into the mass and immediately sending a full shockwave blast that completely undid the constructs' bodies. They crumbled into stone and dust, into a complete pile of rubble.
The Factsphere blinked twice, before the Lancelot flew off.
"Brother Kururugi, keep those systems on the lair for any suspicious casting. There is a chance the mage might teleport or do some other thing. Some of our brothers and sisters have been tied up, so please assist them so we can reach the lair quickly." It was impossible for the mage to teleport shot or long distances by himself, but there were some individuals (like Lelouch) who could manage it.
"Yes, Lord Brother."
His map showed most of his brethren facing down four or five more constructs of varying design. The nearest had centipede-shaped constructs crafted from asphalt, making uncanny clicking sounds with its many legs as Suzaku dove the Lancelot's blade through one end.
"Well met, Brother!" said the Sister.
"Go, Sister," he urged, wrenching one of the construct's head towards and ramming its fellow. "Contain the mage-sinister."
"By your leave." The Knight jogged through the writhing mass of stone towards the lair, sword bared.
After sending another Knight on his way, Suzaku saw that the rest of the enemies had been defeated. Then he saw the friendly signal of his teacher's Gekka.
"All Knights, contain the threat at once!"
The friendly blips converged on the Lancelot's display as it glided from building to building, its Factspheres focused on the lair.
There was a beep, and Earl Lloyd's face appeared on the screen. "You're doing great, kid."
"Sir!" a voice protested beyond him.
"Right, right, sorry sir Kururugi. You've given us plenty of flight data I can almost cry. Well, I guess this is the end for combat simulations-"
"Lord Brother!" cried a voice frantically over the Order channel, just as the Lancelot registered the massive intake of seithr. Outside, there was a mass of dust and seithr revolving like a cyclone over the lair, as the ground around it trembled. The Lancelot dove immediately, activating its Landspinners before Tohdoh could warn, "Fall back!"
"Hold on to me!" Suzaku shouted at the group of Knights that had paused warily at the edge of the whirling storm. The Knights instantly hurried to obey, each of them anchoring themselves to the grooves on the Variable Pack as Suzaku boosted away.
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"Hey wait, you can't use the Lancelot like that!" cried Lloyd Asplund when he saw what the Devicer had done.
"It's quite selfless of him to act that way," Cecile remarked with small admiration.
"It's quite stupid of him, on the contrary," Lloyd rebutted. "He's only going to strain himself trying to keep up with the demands on the Lancelot." On one of the screens before them showing the Zone outside the transport, an awe-inspiring sight was taking form.
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Suzaku watched through the Lancelot's eyes as the storm intensified. The lair was totally obscured now, with only the Frame's systems able to identify that an ars was being cast before their very eyes.
"Brother Kururugi, can the Lancelot identify?" Tohdoh asked, the Gekka harkening to his side. The Knights stood at attention behind, their sights ever on the new threat.
"I can't identify it myself, sensei. I'm sending you the data feed now." That was one of his faults which Lelouch constantly harangued him over.
After receiving the information, Tohdoh growled, "He's attempting one massive transmutation."
"Why is the seithr being drawn then?"
"He's infusing it. You must already know that the pure alchemist has long become a rare thing. Some mages are smart enough to combine the near-forgotten art into their own Ars Magus. The target must be one of them. Knights, be ready!"
With a prolonged, disemboweling groan of earth and warped steel, the dust settled, revealing the construct the mage had been working on.
It was a colossal sight, the mage apparently fusing together the ruined skyscrapers under which his lair had been to form a humanoid upper body, with hands the size of a whale and arms as long and wide as the entire length of the Britannian district itself. Through the Lancelot, Suzaku was able to glimpse a heat signature inside where the head should be, protected by a hardened mass of rock.
"It looks like the surveillance underestimated the target," said his sensei. "The Preserve has no doubt been alerted to alchemy of this magnitude, and within minutes reinforcements should arrive. So our priority then is to distract the mage-sinister long enough to prevent his escape." The idea was sound, and apparently was something their enemy had considered. The giant seemed to swim through the earth, fists clenched in fists as it hammered one down on the assembly of Knights.
The force of the impact gouged a small crater on the earth as each of them disengaged, Suzaku using the Float system to immediately land on the thing's forearm. Tohdoh landed somewhere nearby, the Gekka's hand on Susanooh.
"Brother Kururugi! Don't be reckless." The warning came with a hint of reproach, to which Suzaku's burning heart gave no indication of listening to. Using the harken to steady itself after the thing shifted its arm, the Lancelot began climbing up.
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Tohdoh watched disapprovingly as the boy saw fit to disobey his orders and head straight into the maw of destruction. The strategy here was to only keep a loose perimeter around the thing, but it seemed the wilful Knight had other ideas. The earth rumbled after another impact of rock against rock.
He watched as the construct began playing a game of crush the fly as it tried again and again to squash the tiny Lancelot. Just before impact, the boy would use his harkens to travel to the other arm, using the Landspinners to gain some distance before Floating back to the first arm. In the period between attacks, the boy didn't hesitate to keep on moving up, unmistakably heading for the head where the mage-sinister was.
Well, the enemy was distracted to a degree. If he didn't kill the boy first.
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So far, the attacks had been predictable, slow. He owed it partially to the Lancelot. Any other Knightmare and he would've probably been a few seconds too late to escape the crushing hands.
The mage-sinister seemed flustered now, since it seemed that its awesome might was failing to kill a single Knightmare. Holes on the surface before Suzaku opened up to reveal the same centipedal constructs he'd killed before, swarming over the arm and headed for him. Minor nuisances, and it seemed the enemy thought himself smart in not attacking with his other arm while its minons were in the way.
Suzaku allowed himself a pat in the back. The Lancelot immediately dove into the slithering group, digging the sound-imbued sword into the ground as he skated around their bodies, avoiding their attacks in the barest of seconds. The mage-sinister didn't seem aware of his tactic, before the Lancelot charged up Suzaku's specialty, driving a concentrated blast of lightning that exploded the cracked foundations beneath the minions.
Suzaku didn't pause to view his handiwork as the centipedes fell writhing to earth, continuing his upward march. Seemingly out of desperation, even more minions arose, but their transmutation had a little delay of time which the Lancelot used to get past them, and it was not long before the flustered mind of the mage-sinister had the the construct's other hand sweep its own minion away in an effort to dislodge the Lancelot.
Inside the Frame, Suzaku began charging the attack that he had researched and mastered since Lelouch had crafted it for him. It was the same one he'd used on Zero and later, on his sensei. The Lancelot became filled with the white-blue energy, with the churning, crackling glow of manifested lightning. The Frame had become a pure thunderbolt, racing up the construct's arm relentlessly.
When the core was close, Suzaku discharged the attack, sending Knightmare- and glyph-enhanced ball of lightning at the outer surface. The resulting explosion bore a hole large enough for the Lancelot to come through.
"A master-tactic, Guardian, but you will not find me wanting for tricks yet!" a voice from within the core yelled as tendrils of fluid earth wrapped themselves around the Lancelot. The Factspheres blinked once, registering the mage-sinister himself standing a few feet before the Frame, wearing only dirty boxers and a deranged expression. "Too bad for you, dog! Now I'll crush you and your pathetic Order's hopes!"
The tendrils converged, sending warning signs all over the internal display. Soon, the pressure would overcome the Lancelot's natural defenses (which could weather some underwater pressures, or so the manual had said) and he'd be a crushed grape. But not today. Suzaku took a deep breath and attacked.
Abruptly, he was disengaged from the Lancelot, materializing in midair as he spun and drove his heel straight into Carix's face, yelling, "You are under arrest, mage-sinister Carix, by the powers vested in the Sacred Order of the Guardians!" The feeling of righteous justice was indescribably exhilarating. The man's shocked expression was frozen on his face as it was smashed away by the force of the spinning kick.
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"Did sir Kururugi just disengage and attack at the same time?" Cecile said, mouth agape.
"That boy's gutsy. Or maybe the disengagement sequence doesn't affect Ki-users as much as the rest of us. That was a sweet move." Lloyd crossed his arms and shook his head, clapping for the boy in his mind. "If that mage-sinister had half a brain..."
On the screen, the boy had restrained the target by binding his arms and legs before quickly returning to the Lancelot and using it to carry the still-twitching mage-sinister.
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Tohdoh drove the Susanooh effortlessly through the last minion that had fallen like meteors from the sky courtesy of one impulsive fresh Knight. He looked up when Suzaku reported through the channel, "This is Brother Kururugi. Target has been contained."
"You must get out of there as soon as possible, Brother Kururugi," Tohdoh instantly said. The construct, deprived of its master, was steadily disintegrating, bits and chunks of earth emerging from the cracks that went up and down its body. The tiny Lancelot was already in motion, using some of the falling rocks as free rides down.
Behind the anger he felt at the boy's blatant insubordination, there was a slight pride in what Suzaku had accomplished, even if he was aided by the Britannian's newest prototype. He remembered his and Genbu's first mission, when they had been lucky to score a hit on the golem's backside. On the boy's own, he had turned a class A situation on its head. The Gekka sheathed Susanooh. Looks like you won't be hunting today.
But he could not- the Order could not - afford to keep Suzaku on such a loose leash. The boy's enthusiasm had to be reined in, or many interested eyes would be turned to him, proud or malicious. The assigned squad here, technically not having done anything more than eliminating some constructs, were the first to witness the boy's strength. News would spread. Even more would follow.
With a whoosh and a thunk-thunk of harkens, the Lancelot landed, carrying the squirming body of Carix who was screaming obscenities at the white Knightmare. The other Knights immediately hastened to reinforce the binding ars used by the boy. A chorus of greetings and congratulations greeted the Knightmare as the Legion-Master wheeled towards the group pensively.
"Well met and excellent work, Brother Kururugi." Tohdoh withheld the yelling for later, seeing as the Britannians were still listening. "We shall have a lively debriefing later."
The boy paused, expression unseen behind the Lancelot. The Frame was tarnished by dust, but was relatively undamaged, the white and gold still prominently visible. "I understand, sensei."
"Lord!" "Legion-Master Tohdoh!"
The group were alerted to an urgent beep from their channels. When they received it, the urgent missive threw cold water into their celebrative atmosphere. "It's Zero, sir. Zero's signature has been sighted near the Narita colony!"
AN: Two new "Teach us" segments added. The first one was technically made a long while back and was supposed to be released together with a previous chapter. I only found out that I had forgotten when I went around to write the second one.
Thanks for reading!
Merlin Out.