A/N: Hi People I am back to give you another updated chapter (11,660 words) and sorry that it take so long to post this when you had everyday life problems. Anyway, it is spring break right now, which is a good thing that gives me a lot of time to write the next chapter soon or later. I'm sorry guys it's just some stuff with life happened but My Dad's Grandpa and Grandma has died before Happy easter.
Time to answer some of your questions.
Sud Drake: When Spartacus is summoned in future, William Shakespeare would goads Spartacus again to attack the Mage's Association's temporary hideout in America just like last time. That would make Benjamin very pissed off
MaxHD2490: Do not worry Lu Bu is Berserker so he would not betray Benjamin because there is Benjamin's sister who is a non-magus female character that looks cute enough to remind him of Diao Chan/his daughter and his unnamed wife which it is the only way to stop him from betraying her and Benjamin which he'll listen to her more than Benjamin. Yes, I know that they appeared in Fate/Grand Order but other characters in the Koha- Ace are drawn in some kind of chibi style so that what I am not sure if I want them to be in my story.
Mythfan: All right, but do not expect each servant to get screen time. So summon two at the same time to get many servants as possible and get the story plot move.
Catacus: Well, I am glad that you are interested in my story so I make sure that each chapter is interesting as possible for you.
Black-Assassin: Which caster and assassin are you talk about?
For the Guest reviews, your answers are at the bottom of the chapter.
Detective Augustus pushed his dirty coffee mug underneath the coffee dispenser and watched the cup fill up with the murky black liquid. It was three in the morning and he was about to enter his second double shift. After the museum incident, the FBI had shown up and then things really went south. Now the buggers were in black suits crawling around and all over the station. There were even rumors of the CIA and the United States Armed Forces starting to show up here.
"Aw, shit," he thought. "If these guys wanted real evidence, they needed to hit the road and not question officers who were outside of the museum who weren't even on the scene." He pulled the cup away and brought it up to his lips. He sniffed the coffee, smiled a bit and took a nice swig, "Ahhhh, there is that nice coffee taste."
He then started to walk to his friend's wardroom as he made his way through the crowded lobby, handing his sidearm to several heavily armed guards as they passed through a metal and explosives detector, then picking the sidearm up on the other side. "You are cleared sir," said one of them who was on the computer. "Have a nice day, Detective." The precinct was an imposing fortress of brick and steel bars, with concrete pylons extending into the streets in front of the entrance to protect against the possibility of car bombings.
Detective Augustus nodded his head and replied back, "Anytime." He put his sidearm back in the gun holster. Over the past recent years, the police had learned the hard way that the cities have become a no-holds-barred war zone due to the War on Drugs. In June 1971, when President Nixon declared war on it, he dramatically increased the size and presence of federal drug control agencies and pushed through measures such as mandatory sentencing and no-knock warrants.
They had taken appropriate steps when a truck filled with high explosives came smashing through one of the police headquarter's front entrances. Over a hundred people had been killed. Now, police work had changed and required commando tactics. As he continued to walk, he saw semi-neglected walls, crowded and festooned with bulletin boards holding wanted posters.
He went up the stairs and down the hall to the cavernous squad room, which was ringed with filing cabinets and computers, with heavy metal desks placed front to front around the room for the detectives to use as office space and to work on their reports. As always, the squad room was a bustle of activity. Many policemen and detectives sat in short sleeves, with their shirts open and their ties were undone, their sleeves rolled up, sweat dampening their shirts and beading on their foreheads as they took statements from witnesses and conducted endless interrogations.
Most of the air conditioning machines were out of order. Those who were working, after a fashion, were simply not up to the task. This place felt like a sauna.
Detective Augustus paused on his way to his friend's office and stared at the chaotic scene. Just over his shoulder, he spotted several officers bringing in a drugged crazy guy who was flailing about, jabbering incoherently. As they were trying hustled him in through the doorway, he suddenly broke loose from them with a scream. The cops immediately dogpiled on him, taking him down to the floor and dragging him across the floor. Detective Augustus chuckled at that part, "Crazy bitch."
He shook his head and headed back toward his friend's office.
"Ma'am," said one of the detectives on the phone at his desk as Augustus passed by him, "This is Police Headquarters, not a plumber's station, calling a backup toilet as you can." He hung up and rolled his eyes at Augustus, "Why do I always have to deal with dumb phone calls all the time?" Augustus just raised his shoulder as saying, "Don't know?"
Across from his desk was an another police officer taking a statement from an individual of questionable gender. "Oh Ok, was he straight, gay or ambidextrous?" He asked in a bored voice, as Augustus walked by as he waved at him in absently.
"Kids, this car license expired last year," a Detective was telling one of the groups of juveniles clustered around his desk. He was examining the car license to him. "That's bullshit! I paid the fee six months ago. Tell that to this meathead, Nick and Sheila," he retorted, turning to one of the groups of boys and girls. The Detective give Augustus a long-suffering look as he went by. "Kid."
Augustus continued on through the squad room to his friend's office. Every single day there was more wading through the same old shit, nothing ever changed with an everyday problem. Well, except yesterday since many SWAT and police units were sent to the hospital, with half of the force here at Headquarters. The Deputy Chief of Police had to call in reinforcements from the US government and other cities' police headquarters to fill the unoccupied space.
He strolled over the clerk who was reading a book. "How are you doing, Jack?"
Jack pulled away from his book and replied with an angry voice, "Not fine, Detective Augustus. I'm sitting here with people bitching at me about not being able to find their offices and being interrogated with harassment by every policeman who was near the incident by FBI. I'd rather be outside in the hot sun and I would do it."
"Woah, woah, chill out," Augustus said with a humorous voice.
"Oh don't you get me started on those FBI forces," Jack said. He turned his head towards a group of FBI units who could be recognized by the dark green and black uniforms, wearing night vision goggles attached to their helmets and having shell racks on their armor, compared to the SWAT's dark blue, armed with Remington Model 870 and M4 carbines. There were also field agents who were recognized easily due to their blue coats and caps, with the coat bearing 'FBI' across the back in yellow lettering. The field agents were carrying light machine guns, anti-aircraft rockets guns, and sniper rifles.
Augustus whistled as he stared at those guns. "Damn look at those military weapons. Those look like they could be the best weapons you could buy at a military store."
"Yeah, look at those steel monkeys carrying around guns to start World War Three. It looks like these bastards are ready for a war." Jack made a rejoinder as he watched them move in with those guns and rifles.
"You must really love your job here, right?"Augustus said with a sarcastic voice.
Jack glanced at him with an angry face, "Oh don't get me started on you!"
Augustus took a nice swig of his coffee into his mouth. "Oh, I think you just did my friend."
"Get out of my face Augustus." Jack went back to reading his book.
"Yeah sure. Oh, good luck working at your desk job. It must be really fun sitting here, right?" Augustus started to leave and heard Jack shout back, "Oh I hate you so much."
He went straight to his friend Sergeant Jeffrey Smith's office. It was, as usual, a study in controlled chaos with tactical maps of citIES affixed to the walls, bristling with multicolored push pins, stacks of papers piled on his desk and atop the file cabinets and composite sketches and wanted posters taped to the walls wherever there was room.
There was really nothing in Jeffrey's office that personalized it in any way. No mementos, no photographs, nothing to give it an individual touch. It was the office of a cop who was all about business and who spent very little time there because you didn't catch criminals by sitting ON your ass there in your office.
Sergeant Jeffrey Smith slumped in a battered office chair and on his computer was search information from a while ago. Detective Augustus pulled out a black file. "I got the file you asked for Jeffrey."
"Oh good." Jeffrey took the file and popped a squat on the table. One of the luxuries of being a sergeant was automatic access to important information and psychological profiles from every report that came through the station, regardless of who was calling the shots.
"Still have not found who they are, Jeffrey?" Augustus asked as he drank his coffee mug. When they got back to their station, he spent many hours trying to find who they were and what they wanted.
Jeffrey popped a squat at a nearby table and opened the file. He exhaled and opened his mouth, "No Augustus, there is no information or any hints of who they are. No traces could be found on them-fingerprints, dental records, or DNA matches against the databases. He flipped the pages in the file front to back and back to front. There's got to be a way to narrow it down. This means nothing at all in the files."
He exhaled hard again and put his hands up to his face covering his eyes from the harsh light. "I can't even remember the last time I slept," Jeffrey said slowly to his friend.
Detective Augustus looked at his watch and replied to his answer, "46 hours, Jeffrey." He then gave him his coffee mug. "Coffee, sir?" He said sarcastically. Jeffrey looked at the coffee mug as if it was heaven on earth.
"I take that as a yes. Here you go," he joked as he handed over his coffee mug to him, watching him drink all the way down to his mouth.
"So, what have we got, Sergeant Jeffrey?" Augustus asked. "Any luck finding them at all?"
"No, nothing at all," Jeffrey said. "I've searched everything about their bows and their clothing, gone through all different files of military contracts and PMC records. No one has tech like that and no one has any plans that even come close to it." He had seen plenty of technology and known weaponry of guns and aircraft vehicles, but none of them matched the known weapons profiles he had in the database.
"You know what, I'm going to contact my old friend from the army base to get permission to search some military documents from their files." He pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed his friend phone number. He then put it to his ear and waited.
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"Hello, are you there? Oh good. Listen, did you hear about the museum incident?" Jeffrey asked as he held the phone to his ear while he sent the picture of Lancer, Archer of Red and Black, to his friend's e-mail. He also sent the pictures of the ship and archer bows from different angles. "Yes, I heard about that incident and yes, I was there to see three of the suspects and their main leader with my own eyes." He then clicked the send button. "I want you to see if any of these pictures are from the military's secret documents and if there is a prototype version of it. When you are done, call me."
Jeffrey put his phone away and put it in his pocket while Augustus watched him talk to his unknown friend. "So, who's your friend?" He asked with an eyebrow raised.
"That is a secret for another time," Jeffrey said with a smile on his face. A young secretary opened the door and stepped forward into the room. He turned his head towards her, "Can I help you, ma'am?"
The young secretary raised her glasses and spoke, "Detective Augustus and Sergeant Jeffrey, Chief Davis needs you two in the meeting."
"Oh, yes," Jeffrey said reaching to grab his coat. "Lead the way." He threw his hand into one of the pockets and took out a cigarette, "I don't suppose that you got a lighter Augustus?" he asked.
Detective Augustus pulled out a zippo and lit his colleague's smoke as the two followed the secretary to the small situation center of the police meeting room. Already there, seated around their table were Detective Valerio, policemen, detectives and some of the FBI agents. Detective Augustus and Sergeant Jeffrey took their seats as the secretary passed out the folders containing the specifics of the case. The Chief Davis, who was a large bald man, took a heavy swig of his coffee and picked up the remote control for the large computer monitor built into the wall and brought up the new case.
Displayed on the screen was a photo of Archer of Black and Red and the ship. There was a drawn picture of Lancer and white hair girl in a dress, who were hard to draw. There were also pictures and videos of their archer bows and weapons, as well as part of the ship.
"As you guys know, what happened last night was this," Chief Davis played a video of yesterday's incident showing the two archer classes fighting hand-to-hand combat against the SWAT and police units. The reaction from police units that were not near the fight and FBI agents who heard the news of it were curious, amazed, and horrified at the video clips they were seeing. They could not believe what they were seeing right now. The two archer classes displayed strength and speed far beyond normal humans, showing in battle which likened to a dimension that was completely at odds with the physical laws of this world. It was like seeing a real life super human in front of their eyes that only appeared in comics, manga or movies when they were little kids way back when.
"This is the main suspect of the robbery crisis that occurred at the Hoboken Historical Museum yesterday," Chief Davis said with a serious voice. He pressed a button on the remote and brought up a photo of a glimpse and blurred image of a hooded man with a black raincoat, which covered the person's whole body, and black cargo pants, who was being carried by Lancer, seen with long, beautiful hair that shimmered with a light-green color, only wearing a plain tunic.
"As you can see, in this image is what appears to be their leader who is called Master for some reason," Chief Davis explained to the crowd of law enforcement units who were surprised by a leader who could command a group of super humans. "Sergeant Jeffrey Smith was able to meet face to face with the leader and now I will give him the seat," Chief Davis said and then moved to the side to let Jeffrey be in the front of the crowd.
Jeffrey began to describe his role in the museum incident, meeting face to face with Lancer, Archer of Black and Red, then the Leader of the group. While he explained his part, he couldn't help but think, "Was the leader as strong as them?" He could clearly see that the group seemed to take a more obedient affect towards the person who wore the authority as if it was perfectly normal for him. No, from his instinct he could clearly tell that the group was more powerful and dangerous than the person. It was not the common relationship he would often see between the strong and weak.
The question in the back of his mind and his fear was why would the group follow the person's orders? Who could command such strong people as if it was everyday life? It was very rare for a weak person to command powerful people, unless the person was an authority figure, had significant strength or status, or had leadership skills to make them acknowledge him. From what he could tell about that person was that he/she lacked any skills of authority or leadership to make them follow any orders. So what makes that person form a pact without exchanges? What can he/she offer or do for them to acknowledge him/her? That is the key to the question in the back of his mind.
But he knew that this person could be the most fearful to take down with the help of the USA government, FBI, CIA and Armed Forces.
When he was done talking, the crowd was stunned about the group now and talking to each other about their views on this case.
"My God! Those are super humans down and we are hunt them down."
"That must cost a lot of money to make those kinds of weapons."
"I had no idea there were powerful humans here on Earth."
"I think we are living in a science fiction story now."
One of the policemen stood up, which caused everyone to look at him, "Chief, you want us to be on the lookout for that group?" he said with worry in his voice.
Chief Davis nodded his head, "Yes and you heard me, we are going police hunt on those so-called terrorists. Now, I know that some of you are afraid of facing them, but do not worry...they can bleed. And, we got the main support of the US government, with the support of the FBI here and the CIA who will be here pretty soon, weapons that can shred terrorists and gangs' bullet proof vests with a few seconds of concentrated fire."
Detective Augustus raised his hand and asked a question, "Did any of the forensics team find out what was so important about the stolen historical artifacts that they stole?" He wanted to know why they went to so much trouble to steal artifacts that are not even worth anything in black markets.
Chief Davis pressed a button again and brought up the historical artifacts in the screen. "Unfortunately no, the forensics team could not find anything that was so important about each artifact, but all we do know that each artifact seems to have in common is that each one belongs to different historical figures or mythological figures that left people to question if those artifacts do really belong to them."
Sergeant Jeffrey read the files for perhaps the fifth time already. He seemed to be more focused on the artifacts that they stole. "Artifacts that belong to historical figures or mythological figures, the group all wearing out of date outfits that look like they belong in a different time period, and maybe each of them would have a title or nickname that could give a clue about who they are," he thought for a minute. "Do their backgrounds have something to do with their title, outfits, and weapons? That could be a clue to this case. I should check out the library and compare them to see if they match a person within the data file."
"All right people, get your shit together. I want all you people to look at the screen one more time. I'm going to show you about each terrorist's abilities and combat to show how dangerous they are."
The first photo showed Archer of Black. "This 5 foot, 10 inch Greek Archer shows himself as an experienced warrior. You should never be engaged in melee combat with this martial arts person who knows pankration, the world's oldest mixed martial arts, spoken of in Ancient Greek tales. He can throw you across the room, even with all the heavy armor that you have." Let's not forget that his bow and ranged skills are accurate enough to be in close combat. His kicks and punches are powerful enough to break shields, walls, armor, and weapons, so watch out for his locks and throws."
"I think we should hire some expert martial artists to protect us, right?" one of the policemen said jokingly.
"To protect us from them?" another said with one eyebrow raised. "They got better things to do tonight than hang around in the city."
"Oh ok, I hope you're right. But it gets worse, we should, at least, hire an ol" Kung Fu to our side," the policeman waved his hand and leaned back in his chair.
"Yeah, whatever makes you feel better. I'm just worried about how I'm gonna get this smell outta my clothes when I get home," he said while he was smelling his uniform.
The second photo showed Archer of Red. "Now this girl, who I know some of you are going to think that those ears are fake, but they are her actual real ears. Like the other bowman, she can pit you down with great accuracy with her bow and arrows in midair or close fight. She fights like a wild animal with her claws gantlets, fast strikes, complicated flips, high kicks, and groin shots. She also has higher agility movements and reflexes to easily traverse by leaping between objects."
"So, we have a real-life Catwoman here. Ah screw this, I'm going to dispatch a call for animal services to make our job easier."
"Ah ha. Yeah, like they would give a fuck about this."
The third drawn picture showed Lancer. "While this person may not be a threat at all in your view, he/she is still a dangerous person. He was able to detect Sergeant Jeffrey's presence, who was hidden behind a pillar. This person is not human at all. As you saw in the video, his/her legs had rocket force when he carried the leader to the ship."
"So we have another real-life character, Clayface from the Batman series. We gotta go to a Toys R Us store and stock up on water guns for this person."
"Yeah, like that would work at all."
The fourth drawn picture showed Caster (Alice). "This little girl may look weak and harmless at first sight but be careful, she is stronger than she looks. She broke one of our guys' arms and broke his skull almost in half. She also shot an ice beam at one of the policemen and froze him solid. That guy is still in the hospital in a hot tub, so be very cautious of her."
"And we have magical girl mixed with Alice in Wonderland to worry about. This cannot get even worse than this."
The last photo showed the main Leader. "Age unknown, but supposedly around 18 to 25. Gender unknown, but we assume that person is male because of the clothes and body shape. Abilities and combat have not yet been shown at all, but we expect him/her to be able to know how to use a gun and shoot accurately. This person could be the most dangerous of all the threats in the world and is commanding what appears to be strong super soldiers in his/her hand. Keep on the lookout for this threat and any signs of any of them."
This time, no one in the police meeting room made a joke or sarcastic remark about this person. This was deadly serious for them.
"The meeting is over, now return to your post," Chief Davis said as he grabbed his document case. The rest of the policemen and FBI agents started to get up from their chair or talk to each other.
Detective Augustus, Detective Valerio, and Sergeant Jeffrey Smith came out of the meeting and walked into the parking lot. Jeffrey Smith paused to examine the photos of arrows and bows. He had a troubled expression on his face.
"Still looking at the photos in the hopes that they will give you an answer," Augustus asked as he reached to get a cigarette.
"I still wonder what the hell that thing is made of," Sergeant Jeffrey said as he stared down at the details of the bows and arrows. "I am really serious."
"I don't know," Augustus replied, staring at the photos thoughtfully, "but you don't buy it in a hardware store."
"Military?" Valerio guessed, raising his eyebrows.
Sergeant Jeffrey gave him a sharp glance. It seemed the detective was thinking along the same lines as he was. "Good guess," he said. "Either something that got away from them or something they want real bad."
That was something else he hadn't considered until now. It was also possible that some foreign power might be involved here.
"So what's our first move?" Detective Valerio asked.
Sergeant Jeffrey opened his car door and got inside of it. "We start separating the facts from the fiction. And in the meantime, I'm going to get information from my friend."
London: Clock Tower
The Mage Association, better known as the Clock Tower due to its position beneath the famous monument in the middle of London. It is also the place for the Magi to gather and share what little knowledge of any Magecraft they are willing to partake from in exchange for different knowledge and resources to continue their own experiments.
It has many laboratories and research bodies that seek to advance the progress of Thaumaturgy, as well as institutions that transmit their secrets to the next generation. Although the emphasis lies in the pursuit of knowledge, the Association also seeks to increase its own military strength and reserves the use of force to protect itself from entities that threaten its existence, such as the Holy Church, other mage organizations, supernatural forces seeking to punish mankind for meddling with areas that should not be touched, and individuals who hunt what they consider taboo, like the developing of a Reality Marble or for researching into vampirism.
From the outside, the Clock Tower appears to be an appealing and welcoming place, but the truth is not so bright. Actually, the inner workings of the place are ruled by the power struggles between several factions of Magi. It has over 300 participants, the majority of them are Magi who want to gain favor with the higher ranks. It is more similar to a shark-filled pool, rather than any institute of learning. The Clock Tower is currently under the control of a pseudo-aristocratic elite called the Lords. Each Lord holds great political power within the Association just by himself or herself and there are also those who associate themselves with other talented Magi or an important Magi lineage in a sponsor-sponsored relationship so to increase their influence.
Betrayal, blackmail, and underhanded politicking are the standard here in the Clock Tower, and the social status of every member hinges heavily on their Magecraft ability to use such things to their advantage. Preconceived and discriminatory behavior is somewhat widespread inside the Clock Tower. Rune and Witchcraft Thaumaturgy are not very popular in the main branch, the latter is not being taught as an academic at all. The Enforcers are looked down upon by the upper ranks. Discrimination against Asians is common. The only things in this place that are valued are heritage, money, and talent, like Average One who possesses Elemental Affinity to all the five primary elements. But even the most gifted individuals are nothing more than a valuable resource or pawn to the higher class if they do not have the skills and political backing to survive within the environment.
Kill or be killed and the survival of the strongest and fittest to those caught up in petty power struggles here in the Clock Tower.
Among the Magi are a few individuals who have distinguished themselves from those who are selfish and arrogant, even though they have no remarkable talents or strong family connections to help them.
One such person was Waver Velvet known as Lord El-Melloi II. A once scrawny and insecure boy who in past years grew up into one of the most prominent and powerful figures in the educational part of the Clock Tower.
Right now, he is reading over the two manila folders in front of him, with no hint of emotion on his face. One year has passed since the Fifth Holy Grail War was over and disbanded a few months ago. Waver Velvet was quite shocked back then. He knew it was only supposed to happen once every sixty years, so the fact that only ten years had passed made it a point of concern. He could not leave at the time to investigate the Fifth Heaven's Feel, but he did make sure to keep his ears open for news from the area. The war's end came as a relief, but he couldn't shake the nagging feeling something was wrong even when Rin and he took the Holy Grail apart a few months ago. Inside of his heart, he desires to take part in the Fifth Holy Grail War just to see his king one more time for the rest of his life.
One year has passed and now a new Holy Grail has appeared out of nowhere. This time, the epicenter of magical activity is in New Jersey on American soil now and rumors having been flying all around the world that Servants are being summoned again. He was deeply concerned. First, the Fifth Holy Grail War happened fifty years too early... And now, a Sixth Holy Grail War was ready.
"Rin Tohsaka and Shirou Emiya," he thought, as he studied their files and records. Rin Tohsaka, he had no problem with her. She was from an established family and turned out to be the daughter of the Master of Archer from the Fourth Grail War. Shirou Emiya, he had no problem with him either. Once again, the candidate in question was a relative of a Master from the Fourth Heaven's Feel. It seemed too odd to Waver - almost funny, really - that the Magus Killer's successor would end up a talentless spell-caster.
Now, he has to decide whether or not these two ghosts from his past should set foot in his sanctuary and work together with the main issue that is happening in the Clock Tower. The smoldering cigar nearly slipped from his lips when he thought about the problems. His teeth clenched so tightly that he nearly bit clean through his cigar, and a few stray ashes fell lifelessly to the floor.
The struggle was between Magi to obtain their catalyst for the upcoming Holy Grail War. Ever since the Magis from around the world heard that there was a New Holy Grail War, everyone ended up trying to find a catalyst of their own and killed each other just for one. Relics acting as catalysts for powerful heroes had been scattered and lost over time. To make it even worse, some of them ended up trying to steal the Clock Tower's vault and workshops, which caused some casualties. The Mage's Association has had to guard each one to make sure none of the catalysts could be taken from them.
It looked like almost everyone just went mad with ultimate ambition to join in the War and reach Akasha, the Root. Those idiots Magi are completely idiotic that they would risk everything and everyone in the city. But again, they've conceited Magi. They have no idea how the real world works at all, but still it was sick and twisted how they regarded other living beings and lower classes like insects. It wasn't unusual for them to experiment with their craft on living people or on their selves. The Association wouldn't bother to care or act as long as the secrecy of Magecraft wasn't jeopardized or the secrecy wouldn't break any security laws.
Killing, brainwashing, and bribing. It was fair game to cover up when a crime was committed either through or in relation to Magecraft. He begrudgingly accepted it, as it was easier to accept tragedies and horrors when one was on the side committing said horrors. He didn't agree, or even want it, but he had to accept it nonetheless.
He clenched his fists as he examined the next letter and the map of Jersey City. He had to spend much time searching where the Holy Grail was located in the city and how it could summon so many Servants in such a short time. Did that person store prana and leech from Japan's ley lines where the old Holy Grail was stored before moving to America's ley lines, plant the new one in the soil and fertilize it? And did he/she use the city's ley lines to enhance his rituals to summon as many Servants as she/he could summon? He couldn't believe the Association missed something so large and so easily noticeable, but again they couldn't care less for modern activities inside of the city. They would never look at a metro or even consider examining the map of it.
Waver Velvet scowled and ground his teeth in fury at what happened at the meeting and at his apprentice Gray.
Flashback
Waver Velvet was having a meeting with the other Magi. They were analyzing the museum robbery and what catalysts they took. It seemed that the master and his servants were planning to summon more to their rank. He and the other Magi were discussing their next move and where they were thinking to hit next.
Suddenly, they were interrupted by a Mage who entered the room when the door burst wide open. "Lord El-Melloi II" he shouted tiredly as he was running the whole time.
"What is it? We're in the middle of a meeting," Waver Velvent replied, clearly annoyed. "It's Gray. She was found injured in the hallway," he said breathlessly. "What!? How is she?" Lord El-Melloi yelled. "She's currently being treated in the medical wing," the mage replied as he sat down on a chair to catch his breath.
Waver Velvet immediately left the room and stormed towards the medical wing. He arrived at the medical wing, where he found Gray, who was a young girl of twenty in a medical bed while the healers treated her. She had bruises on her body and her zipped up vest was cut into shreds. There were deep slash wounds everywhere on her skin, which looked almost like porcelain creamsicles, and her left arm and legs were broken.
"Lord El-Melloi II!" she tried to speak further, but the pain stopped her from speaking. "What happened to you?" Waver Velvet asked horrified to see his apprentice in this state.
"I was attacked by homunculus," Gray answered as she ground her teeth in great pain. "Homunculus? Where did they come from?" Waver Velvet asked. "I don't know. One minute I was walking back to my room, the next thing, they suddenly appeared out of nowhere and attacked me. I tried to fight back, but I was outnumbered greatly. They took the holy lance."
"What!" he shouted, surprised at this development. "How did this happen without anyone noticing this incident? They must have used a Bounded Field." A really good one if no one noticed, he thought to himself. "Did you see any signs of which Magi family did this?"
Gray shook her head. "No, there were no signs and they were wearing long robes to cover their bodies," she replied back as she started to lose her consciousness, when her eyes, which were light but a vivid shade of emerald, began to close.
"Lord El-Melloi II, please move back so we can treat her wounds," said one of the healers with a soft push to Waver Velvet, who was watching as four healers healed her wounds.
A Magi walked to towards him, "Sir, I have grim news. An unknown getaway van drove out of the Clock Tower just a few minutes ago."
Waver Velvet gritted his teeth while his fists clenched in anger, a dark aura emitting from him that caused the Magi to shudder around him. "I don't suppose you got the license plate number?" he asked.
"No, sir."
"Well, how about the make of the car?" he asked once more.
The Magi shook his head, "I'm sorry sir, all we know is that it was a dark-colored four-door sedan."
"Do you know just how many four-door sedan are there in London?!" Waver Velvet yelled in anger.
The Magi shook his head.
He was furious, "It was a rhetorical question you idiot," he pointed at his apprentice Gray. "Did you see what they did to my apprentice?"
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"No? Well, you might as well let them just stroll right out of here on a pair of flying helicopters without a care in the world!" Waver Velvet really wanted to jaw jack him in the face. "Double the guards, Double the weapons, Double check anyone who looks suspiciously strange, Reinforce the Bounded Fields, Double guard the vaults and workshops."
The Magi nodded his head.
"Good, now get out of my sight, go!" The Magi quickly left.
Flashback End
Waver Velvet rubbed his head very hard. How on earth did someone know that Gray had a Noble Phantasm Rhongomyniad: The Spear that Shines to the Ends of the Earth, the holy lance of King Arthur, that has been passed down through the generations by preserving its mystery? The noble phantasm was a top secret weapon that was known only to him and Gray. How could someone sense that her weapon that could change forms into a giant scythe? Grim Reaper: The scythe of the Death God was a noble phantasm. It was not used that much and every time Gray went on missions that were ordered by him, she was always by herself as she can handle the threats very easily.
Now, she is in the medical wing being treated by healers. Her injury would take a few weeks to recover from completely. He had no other choices but to write a letter to send the two victors who come from that far away city to be invited here.
He set the paper down and stood up straight away. If anyone else had seen this report, then it would have meant trouble for those ignorant fools. He didn't know just how common the Magi's knowledge from the Fifth Heaven's Feel was and he had heard stories, but he would not be able to sit around and find out. If other Magi were going to just do what they wanted with the new selections by the Grail - he knew several Enforcers had taken flights to American soil, as he had heard through the grapevine then he wasn't going to be accused of locking himself in his study and grading papers which were a job that he did not want to do.
"Dammit, I just can't ever not get involved, can I?" Waver Velvet said to himself. "But first, I need to take a walk and cool off for a minute or two," he opened his door and cautiously watched for anything that looked suspicious. Now that Magi were attacking members of the Clock Tower and which every member was on guard for any attacks from behind.
Benjamin was not prepared and in fact, he did not expect two of his Servants Ozymandias and George to almost start fighting each other. They arrived at the museum, which was full of police cars and fire trucks. The firefighters moved the building pieces that were blocking the main road. He was seeing all this destruction and collateral damage that was caused by Ozymandias's ship, which George began to argue with Ozymandias about his goal of conquering the world and that declaring war against the whole world would bring nothing but countless losses of innocent civilians. Ozymandias claimed that when he was summoned into this world, he believed that his invocation was given by the need to save the world from its current broken state and that those who try to resist his objective would be burned by the divine power of the sun. George angrily said that he would be there to stop him, and Ozymandias dared him to fight him.
The argument was so heated that they almost started to fight while releasing their radiance, almost revealing themselves to people around them. Benjamin was able to stop the argument by snapping them out of their arguments. Even though it did stop them from fighting each other, from the looks on their faces they clearly knew that this was not over yet, which feared Benjamin that all he did was even worse than before.
After that heated argument, they toured around Jersey City, exploring the points of interest, places such as Liberty State Park, Central Railroad of New Jersey Terminal, and Ellis Island. While they were doing that, he noted that there were more police cars and FBI units patrolling around the city area. He also heard talks that the CIA and the United States Air Force would be here soon with their advanced military's stuff. It looked like he had to start taking notes now with so many eyes looking around for any suspicious activity and that was hard to do with Ozymandias's presence of a king, a true feeling of authority and power surrounding him that nearby citizens avoided him like sharks move in fish pools.
Besides, there were groups of girls who were Benjamin's age commenting on Ozymandias's looks and appearances, which he could not blame them. At the all he is a fairly average size and build, not very tall and not very large in the terms of his figure. What can be noted, though, is that his body is like a specimen. He is quite a handsome young man, with his brown hair that seems as soft as the finest of Egyptian cotton. He resembles a man who has lived his life in a land of sun and prosperity. His eyes are like that of the sun, for the gods of the heaven and the sun itself dwell within him. His muscles are toned to perfection even though he might not be of the large variety. He does look quite more like a king than a rich person.
They talk too about Saint George, even though his features seem quite average in terms of looks, being neither particularly fair nor particularly ugly. With a stony demeanor and rough features, he can be described as a stern and stony person.
The group proceeds to the Best Buy store and lets Saint George choose what kind of camera he wants to purchase. That was unfortunate for Benjamin, who had to pay for the most expensive looking camera of all with all of the brand new features added to it. He looked at the camera's price, which was $279.99 including tax. He almost fainted at that and checked his wallet to see how much he had left, just a few hundred dollars left inside of his wallet. At this rate, he was going to run out of money pretty soon within the next few days. Why on earth are his servants purchasing the most high-priced stuff that they want? Like when he went with Alice, Chiron, Enkidu and Atalanta into the city and they decided to have lunch, which he ended up paying for, including the expensive looking kinds of food that they chose from the menu.
When they got out of the store, Saint George ended up snapping photos of beautiful places and people out of nowhere. Let's just say that he took like 245 photos of random stuff by the time they got back to Benjamin's car and was going to run out of space shortly.
Benjamin felt worn out from driving his car back and forth. In fact, he felt that his life was being drained by too many things and he was going to be back in school soon when the weekend was over. There was some time to think about how he was going to make sure that his servants do not do anything while he's at school.
"All right guys, we are home now," Benjamin said as he parked his car in front of his house. "And George, can you please stop taking random pictures, it has its own limited space."
"Oh, sorry Benjamin. It's just that taking pictures of the places we visit is a guilty pleasure of mine." Saint George smiled and put his camera away in his camera's bag. "Those wonderful places that we visit are so beautiful and they just make me want to take more pictures at different angles."
"Well, if it makes you happy, that I would not mind at all." Benjamin watched as Saint George pet his war horse, who came to see his rider again. Good thing that during the trip to the city, he made sure to get to a pet store to buy bags of horse's food and some other horse's stuff. At least, the food prices were not that expensive.
He turned to open his door when a human pink-colored missile smashed his chest and caused him to fall on his butt. He finally could see that Alice was hugging him. He was ill-prepared for squeezing that he felt like he being squeezed by a snake.
"You are back!" shouted Alice.
"Yeah I am back, and can you stop because I am struggling to breathe?" Benjamin managed to wheeze out.
"You deserve it," Alice said in annoyance and pouted at him. "You didn't take Alice with you," she said as she crossed her arms.
Benjamin couldn't believe that he had to deal with her right now. He was exhausted and wanted to sleep, knowing that he had to react to her or face a very angry servant, which he did not want to deal with that in future.
"All right, all right, the next time we go outside, I will take you with me." He offered a deal, which he hoped would work.
"Deal," Alice stated, who cast a suspicious look at him. "I'm bored of seeing it through a window. Let's go outside and play tomorrow."
"Thank you very much and let's get inside now." He went inside the house, carrying the horse's food on his back. Alice followed him inside of the house and went upstairs.
Ozymandias glared at Saint George, who was also staring back. "So Saint, do you still wish to challenge me, the God of Heaven?"
Saint George shook his head. "No not yet, but soon I will stop you from ruling the world as you please with my God on my side."
"Oh, let's see which God is more powerful, your God: Jehovah or my God: Horus and Ra," He said with a smirk, glancing at the warrior saint. "We should spar some other time." He went inside, following behind George who watched him carefully before slowly coming inside of the house.
Benjamin placed the horse's food on the table and sat down on a chair. He saw Ozymandias and Saint George go somewhere in a different part of his house.
"That horse's food looks heavy," Enkidu said with a smirk, who appeared out of nowhere. "Do you need any help carrying that, Master?"
"No worries, I can handle it. And didn't I tell you not to call me Master at home?" Benjamin looked at Enkidu annoyed. "When we go on some kind of crazy act like the museum incident, you can call me Master due to action occurrence." Enkidu just shrugged as his talk was something usual.
"Oh yeah, where did Chiron and Atalanta go?" he asked, looking around the room. "I have not seen them in the house, did they go out?"
"They went to scout the city's areas and look for any signs of enemies that have landed here," Enkidu said humorlessly. "They began to believe that the enemies would start to search for you and the Holy Grail now that our act has caused a major uproar around the whole world."
"Oh yeah, I forget about that." Benjamin placed his head in his hands. "Let's hope that the enemies are just scouting troops for now. When Chiron and Atalanta come back, make sure that the enemies do not get any information from us. And also, you have a special ability Presence Detection, right? Can you use it to find those Magus a lot easier than scouting for them?"
Enkidu nodded his head, "Well I could use it to find them easier, but searching for them would take a while in this region. My true use of this ability is to detect other Servants and local mana sources. If you told me to find someone in this house, I could tell you which room the person was in very quickly. And do not worry master, I make sure of that. It is my duty to protect you."
"Thank you Enkidu for the information, now let's go check the basement to see if the Holy Grail has summoned another servant. I am beginning to think that there is a pattern here." Benjamin got up from his chair and went down to the basement with Enkidu following him.
They took a look at the Holy Grail. Just as he expected, it did summon a two heroic spirit. The two Catalysts that were sitting on top of the Holy Grail were a Chinese halberd and a Kintarō doll. Benjamin started to hear the voices again, but this time, there was a specific line of the chant.
Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.
Let black be the color I pay tribute to.
Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall.
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate.
Let it be declared now;
your flesh shall serve under me, and my fate shall be with your sword.
Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail.
Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth.
An oath shall be sworn here.
I shall attain all virtues of all the Heaven;
I shall have dominion over all evils of all the Hell.
Yet you shall serve with your eyes clouded by chaos.
For you would be one caged in madness.
I shall wield your chains.
From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power,
Come forth from the ring of restraint, protector of the holy balance!
The flare that erupted from the circle blinded those with closed eyes. The world twisted as magical energy great enough to distort reality surged into a lasso and snared the template, drawing it forth into the material world. The vessel that was drunk deep from magical energy, the chalice emptied to fill the template in the way a melted steel filled a mold and cooled.
Benjamin managed to open his eyes and see who they were.
Two figures stood before him, one in front and another behind the first one.
The person in front of him was a man with a rather large build. He appeared strong and had a tall figure, adorned in an ancient Chinese general's uniform that was red with linings of gold. The chest was a face of a dragon with fangs bared, his glittering armor reminiscent of a brave general. He had short red hair with a pheasant-tail headpiece on top of his head, climaxing from his head and cascading down his back. His face, with a war-painted rim, was emotionless through white, blank plain eyes.
In his right hand was a halberd of great length that could pierce the clouds and cut the heavens. Between his legs was a gigantic colored ashen red horse as if it was dyed in the color of pale flames. His left hand was holding the bridle of the red horse.
It was really obvious who he was and what he did during his lifetime. His aura was so ferocious and his sight was a furious might that he was demanding blood to be spilled in front of him right now. You did not need to be a Chinese history person to know who he was.
"▂▂▃▃▄▄▅▅!" Letting out a mighty roar to the sky, the Berserker whose true name was Lü Bu Fèngxiān, The General of Repetition and the Bastard of the Three Fathers (Ding Yuan, Dong Zhuo, and an unknown birth father)
He was an infamously treacherous military commander from the Three Kingdoms era. Originally a subordinate of a minor warlord, for two times he cut down his foster fathers and repeated the act of betrayal on countless occasions, which was an unbelievable act for China that esteemed the Confucian morals which were about the importance of the family and social harmony. Still, his military exploits, deeds of arms were unmatched and he was counted as one of the strongest in the world of the Three Kingdoms.
Lu Bu was said to be a master of all of the martial arts, a crack shot with the bow, possessed great physical strength, and a peerless rider. He was nicknamed Flying General for his martial prowess. He also owned a powerful steed known as the Red Hare, capable of traveling 1,000 li in a day (this equates to 417 km/333 miles), crossing rivers and climbing mountains as though it was moving on flat land and managing to jump over a castle's trench of at the very least more than 30 meters while riding on it.
His most major flaws were his impatience and his temper, and he preferred action to talk and diplomacy and made a rather poor general and politician. He switched allegiances erratically and freely betrayed his allies, and was noted for his poor planning and management skills. He was always suspicious of others and could not control his subordinates. All these factors ultimately led to his downfall. He was also known to be rough to the point of being nearly intolerable with other people, and he was known for his fickle nature.
Besides being matchless on the battlefield, he had a weakness that was a woman who he loved the most, Diaochan, one of the Four Beauties of ancient China. He betrayed Dong Zhuo because he was crazily in love with her.
Lu Bu went through many battles while betraying many lords. But in the end, he was assaulted and that resulted in his defeat at the Battle of Xiapi by Cao Cao. His selfishness was strong and he believed that there was no military commander in this world above himself.
Cao Cao had Lü Bu executed by hanging, along with Gao Shun, and Chen Gong (Lü Bu's best officers), who refused to return to his service and chose death so that the law could be upheld, and shared spiteful words regarding his thoughts about Cao Cao's wickedness and again blamed Lu Bu for their defeat.
His Death and Legacy describe him as a nearly invincible warrior but an incapable leader who is further marred by character flaws. He lacked wisdom and was constantly suspicious of others. He was unable to control his subordinates even though he trusted them. His men had their personal motives and were very disunited, which was why he kept losing battles.
This servant worried Benjamin most out of all the heroes, a Heroic Spirit who is truly hard to associate with.
"Why of all heroic spirits did the Holy Grail have to summon him? One of early to be the summoning of all things in this world," Benjamin said to himself. "And why is he a Berserker class? They are known to generally bring about their own master's ruin due to their inability to control them and their high upkeep of magical energy consumption and insanity which made them incredibly difficult to maintain and control. "I have him and another Berserker to worry about."
"Wait," Benjamin stopped talking to himself and pointed to the one behind Lu Bu. "You, the one behind him, show yourself."
"Hi there, are you my Master?" a childish voice spoke.
The figure stepped out in front of Benjamin. A tall muscled man who wore Japanese retainer clothes that have some kind of flower patterns to it but the strangest of all was that he had golden hair that was bowl shaped and golden eyes. The Golden-haired man leaned forward to inspect a Benjamin as if to exam him.
Benjamin stared at this Servant and Lu Bu. He was amazed how human-like berserkers were. He thought that Berserker classes were monstrous forms and that they were only good for mindless destruction, but this golden haired man could talk with rational thoughts and was sane too. Lu Bu, on the other hand, not at all.
"Yes, I am your Master," Benjamin nodded his head. "Or more like your substitute Master." He thought in his mind. "By the way, what's your true name?" he asked the golden haired man, who he could not recognize by his clothes, as he didn't know anyone who, judging by his clothes seemed like some sort of Japanese heroic spirit. "I can recognize Lu Bu instantly, that it was him without any explanation." He said as he stared at Lu Bu with caution as he wouldn't be surprised if this Hero betrayed him any second now.
Lu Be made an approving grunt at him and made a "GRAAHH" sound which sounded like he's got a volcano stuck in his throat.
The golden haired man smiled at him and proudly stuck out his chest like a superman, which looked retarded, by the way.
"For your sake, I'm Sakata Kintoki the Kintarou of Mount Ashigara and I'll beat the shit outta anything as anything that's in your way. Boss stay cool and stay golden." The golden haired man knew as Sakata Kintoki proclaimed to Benjamin and stuck both of his thumbs up to him, in which Benjamin stared at him with a disbelieving look.
Sakata Kintoki, the Kintarou of Mount Ashigara and the Golden Boy, known by his famous childhood name Kintarou, was one of the Minamoto no Yorimitsu's Four Heavenly Kings. He is a folk hero from Japanese folklore.
A child of superhuman strength, he was raised by a mountain hag who is a cannibal mountain witch on Mount Ashigara which is his legendary birthplace. He is a descendant of a lightning god Raijin as a red dragon who impregnated her mother by a clap of thunder from the Mount Ashigara.
There are many legends about him, but no historical records to support them. Growing up in the deep forest, he became friendly with the animals of the mountain with his beautiful spirits that cause him to become a special friend to every living thing of Mt. Kintoki and Mt. Ashigara. He was also phenomenally strong, able to smash rocks into pieces, uproot trees, and bend trunks like twigs. His animal friends served as his messengers and mounts, and he also even learned to speak their language.
Several tales tell of Kintarō's adventures, fighting monsters and demons, beating bears in sumo wrestling, and helping the local woodcutters fell trees. He was also friends and kind to mothers and children, he is a hero to all children.
As an adult, Kintarō changed his name to Sakata no Kintoki. He met the samurai Minamoto no Yorimitsu as he passed through the area around Mt. Kintoki. Yorimitsu was impressed by Kintarō's enormous strength, so he took him as one of his personal retainers to live with him in Kyoto. Kintoki studied martial arts there and eventually became the chief of Yorimitsu's Shitennō. He participated in many hunts for demons. He is famous for the episode of the battle against Shuten-douji who is one of Japan's Three Great Monsters on Ooe-yama, who kidnapped the daughters of noble families, cut them with swords, and ate them raw. As it was quite wicked and powerful as Minamoto no Yorimitsu and his Big Four, which included Sakata Kintoki had to use foul play in killing Shuten-douji.
Whereas Sakata Kintoki disguised himself as a mountain priest, drugged Shuten-douji's alcohol with divine oni-poison sake that he received along with a helmet from a god and struck her down. Shuten-doji was unable to move her body, and her head was cut off while asleep. At the same time, he fell in love with her who disguised as a beautiful girl, and then had to carry this burden for the rest of his life.
He eventually went back to his mother and brought her to Kyoto as well, where how he died is unknown.
Kintarō is an extremely popular figure and beloved symbolic figure in Japan and its culture, and boys usually wear his masks on Boy's Day in Japan in the hopes of becoming brave and strong like him. Kintaro's figurine symbolizes the ideal balance of the masculine virtues of great strength with gentleness.
Sakata Kintoki looked around the basement and commented on it, "Nice place you got here Boss, even if it is dirty and smells bad here."
"It is my Grandpa's mansion-sized house, not my house, which is a normal size," Benjamin responded to him. "You can look around the house if you want it. But please -."
"Yeah! This house is golden." Sakata Kintoki shouted to the sky and ran up to the door, kicked it with his foot and left a hole shaped like his foot in the door and explored around the house. "This house is so big and cool, my kind of gold and oh, shiny."
"What a childish Berserker I have and what is with him and Gold this and gold that," Benjamin said in a deadpan voice. "What is with his fixation on the gold? Well, at least, his hair is golden."
He stared at Lu Bu who also looked at him, waiting for an order. Knowing who Lu Be was and what his personality was like, Benjamin made sure that he wouldn't be caught off guard and play his cards right.
"So Lu Be, it is nice to meet you." Benjamin stepped forward extending his hand to him. But, Lu Be didn't shake hands with him. Instead, he glared at him and shouted "GREEEY"
Benjamin put his hand away from him. Oh ok, he does not want to talk and likes to keep himself far away. Benjamin pondered how on earth is Lu Be a Hero on the Throne of Heroes because his history and what he had done make him more like an Anti-Hero kind. He stared at the Holy Grail as to wonder if that thing was alive or not, but all he could tell was that there was some kind of energy inside that was little bit alive.
"Ok, ok calm down Lu Be I was just said hello," Benjamin said nervously as he didn't want Lu Be to be upset at him. "And also it's almost time to make dinner soon, so if you want to eat with us, you can put your horse outside," Benjamin said as he wanted to change the subject a bit. "Besides, I want you meet to your allies, just to know them, that's all."
Lu Bu grunted and hopped down on his red horse, which Benjamin could see how tall he was. His height was around 7 feet and 5 inches and he was still tall enough to reach the roof of the Basement. He took the bridle of the red horse and drag it upstairs and shattered the basement wall nearby to it.
Smash! "RRAAARR"
Benjamin just wanted to ground his teeth in fury at his new Berserker servants who were more destructive even when they were not fighting at all. He was not going to utilize coordination with his Berserker that much without Command Seals. That gift could help with superb control over them more easily than the rest of the other classes.
Benjamin turned his head towards Enkidu and asked, "Enkidu, can you tell me how strong for each Berserker's Stats?" He wanted to know the strength of each one as he observed and felt that each of their power was obviously immense without Mad Enhancement special ability. This class was usually for weak Heroic Spirits with insufficient abilities and attributes that strengthen their power to make up for their lower attributes and competed against stronger opponents. From the looks of them, they had no need for those boosts and would likely benefit far more from its sanity Noble Phantasms.
"Lu Bu's Stat Strength and Endurance are A+, Agility B+, Mana and Luck are C+ and last is his N. Phantasm is A" Enkidu answered the question. "His Mad Enhancement is A."
That Statement caused Benjamin to be more confused about Lu Bu's Stat as he knew that Lu Bu was historically attributed to having great skill in martial arts, master of the bow and halberd. He was like an Ace in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms which he could be also Archer, Lancer, Assassin, and Rider class. So why the hell place him in a Berserker class with Mad Enhancement that can't let him use his Noble Phantasm to its full potential and his combat skills because of the special ability boost. Well, at least, he has his red Horse here which make him more useful
But was this a summoning error that he was more confused by. If used on an already strong Heroic Spirit, they will become empowered to truly extraordinary levels. The abuse of this power had just made the class the strongest of all seven classes. Seriously who the hell would they summon them as a Berserker class, they would be far more useful to be sane in different other class, given them more strength than they have already had would be an added bonus to it.
"His personal skills are Bravery which is a B rank, Riding B- and Nature of a Rebellious Spirit that is B rank." Enkidu pointed that out too.
"Ok, what does Nature of a Rebellious Spirit do anyway?" Benjamin asked as Bravery and Riding skills that do not need to know what they do at all but that skill worries him.
"What it does is that Lu Bu is unable and unwilling to settle in one location or never embrace a master, he will never be a capacity of accompanying greatness, yet is incapable of finding greatness in his own self like a temperament of a lone wolf. "It also cancels out the effect of heroes who have a Charisma skills of the same rank."
"Are you tell me that Lu Bu would abandon me at the right time when I need him the most," Benjamin said with his face turn pale at that definition. "And would join enemies when we are fighting?" "You knows what, I think that skill fit him real good."
"You do not need to worry about it, Benjamin, the skill is sealed in a correct characteristic of the Berserker class, the Mad Enhancement denies him the state of mind for it," Enkidu said as he quickly calms him down. "You are safe from him if he would try to betray you, he is like a mechanical Servant that lost most of his reason with the mad boost on his mind so he is emotionless, insane, and lost of mind by only obeying your commands."
"Oh, well thank god for that." Benjamin relaxed his facial expression as his face turn back to normal. He was almost fright that he would have to keep his eye on Lu Bu every hour or so but good thing that he does not need to worry at all. "I think I have more peaceful mind when he is mad and insane because he is so hard to work together if he is able to regain his mind."
"But you should be careful around him," Enkidu warned Benjamin. 'While he is a mad state, he is still a Berserker so he would go out of control at any time."
Benjamin nodded his head. "I keep that in mind and what about Sakata Kintoki's stats?"
"His Strength is A+, Endurance and Agility are B, the rest of Mana, Luck and N. Phantasm are C." Enkidu describes his Stats. "His Personal skills are Animal Dialogue rank C, Divinity rank D, Monstrous Strength rank A+ rank and Natural Body rank A."
"What the heck is a Natural Body skill anyway?" Benjamin raised his eyebrows. "Because that is a strange skill he had there."
"It gives Sakata Kintoki a perfect body as a living being from his birth so his muscles are brawny and his body shape doesn't change any matter how much calories he intakes," Enkidu explain.
"I would love to have that skill.' Benjamin said to himself. "Well, I got to cook dinner soon and my sister would be here any soon, let hope that she does not freak out with those Servants."
"Don't worry about that," Enkidu replied humorously. "I sure that your sister would understand what is going on and assist out the problem here."
"I hope so because when she found out that the Holy Church and The Mage's Association are searching for me, she would not stop until every one of them are dead in the most brutal way possible," Benjamin said more worry about how many bodies count in the New Jersey.
So a lot of crazy stuff is going on in this chapter now. The police force is on a manhunt with a backup with the FBI, CIA and US government. Waver Velvet's apprentice Gray is wounded and has her weapon stolen by you know who, he invites Rin Tohsaka and Shirou Emiya someway in the future chapters to work together with the main problem of Holy Grail war . Benjamin's two of his Servants Ozymandias and George almost start fighting each other out of an argument and buy a camera for Saint George which was is expensive by the way, meet two servants Berserker who are doing damage to his house without even tried at all and another mount to feed it.
Before you can criticism that Lu Bu couldn't have his Red Hare because he is a Berserker class, I want him to have it because He feels very under power without it and that he feels like punchbag like Heracles in fanfiction stories. He doest feels like Lu Bu enough without his horse so yeah I want him to have it
The Mage's Association are not unified at all of that what you are think right now, sure that they are a very large organization made from many different factions, they may be a powerful organization that has a strong impact on the plot but unfortunately, its members are too busy arguing to do anything. There are a number of families that hold influence in Clock Tower so they are busily tripping over and being tripped over by other factions and competing for power and budget. The organization is anything but harmonious and has a complicated bizarre structure of order. They like to present a unified front when in reality they are quite fractured. It wouldn't be surprising for magus to leave the Clock Tower and try to join in the Holy Grail War, do a lot of very risk stuff like attack member of Association for a good reason or steal other Magu stuff to reach Akashic Records which is their ultimate ambition right now and it is stuck in their head now. Despite its academic fact, the Magi of the Association rarely share the result of their own researchers between each other so expect them to do some of the most horrendous crimes on themselves or other
The Holy Church are almost similar to Mage's Association but are more organization, understand modern technology and has common sense, most of them are reasonable and grateful but some of them are radical and their views are very narrow-minded like those who committed crimes are protected by the radical factions who either have some vested interest in the criminal or just bribed . There are different factions in Church which some of them are twisted and use their faith as an excuse to commit twisted deeds like Burial Agency who enjoyed enslaving the captured heretics, gun nuts, and maniacs with an insatiable bloodlust, they will even go against the wishes of the Church without orders to eliminate heretics. They'll go as far as to skewer a Bishop if he is possessed, leading to whispers calling it the most heretical section of the Church.
Or the Order of the Templars which is a small but powerful faction in the Church They are in truth a separate independent organization of their own and hold only loyalty to themselves. They are considered to be far more radical, bordering the line of terrorism in their activities, as they hire criminals to work for them or even join their ranks. They seem to specialize in heretic hunting and often lend some of their own heretic hunters to the church, when necessary.
Time to answer some of the Guest reviews
To the Guest reviews that want Benjamin to has the power of Ruler abilities and NP : No I would not give Benjamin any kind power that would merge with him, The Ruler class would still be given Command Spells for the other Servants that help him handling so many heroic spirits which are Two Command Spells for each Servant that are 14 each one
Guest chapter 16 . Mar 8: nice chapter. the protagonist should summon Semiramis as Assasin and use her fortress noble phantasm to get the holy grail away from being more noticed. Have him summon Karna or Gil to protect it then everything will be fine. :) well, I do hope there will be no enemy heroic spirit to have an anti-fortress! update soon! : There would not be any enemy heroic spirit to fight with and like I said again, there is no Holy Grail War or any kind of it so please stop ask for it, the only enemy that they would fight is the Holy Church, Mage's Association, criminals and two unknown enemies that would give Benjamin's Servants a while to kill it which I give you a hint who they are (Phantasmal Species)
Guest chapter 16 . Mar 3:Could you do some stuff to make Benjamin less Gary Stuish?: Do you know what a Gary Stu or Marty Stu really mean at all? A Gary Stu or Marty Stu character is an idealized and seemingly perfect fictional character, a young or low-rank person who saves the day through unrealistic abilities. A character with virtually no character flaws. They're good at fighting, have a heart of gold, can attract multiple lovers with ease, and they're extremely intelligent. In other words, they're unrealistic perfect people. That is what it actually meaning so do not think that Benjamin is a Gary Stu so please do not accuse Benjamin of that because he has... problems pretty soon.
Guest chapter 16 . Mar 26: Awesome and what would happen if another person does a summoning will it fail or will the hero go to Bens house: Yes it would fail and the heroes would go to Ben house. Benjamin's sister would go down to the basement and touch the Holy Grail which looks like on the cover of my fan fiction story now. At the same more or less Magus from around the world attempt to summon their servants, but their unable to do so because it is not a Holy Grail war.
The Summoning ritual would be started to glow red because the Grail wasn't pouring power into it which exploded outwards that cause magus backward as they heard a laugh. This part make them think that this New Holy Grail was a trap the whole time and the person lowering their fighting force without move her fingers at all. This would make her a danger threat that lot of them would think she was a threat that can not be underestimating. Catalysts that in the Summoning ritual was also hijacking and was send to the Holy Grail in which she was standing on the Summoning ritual in the Basement which causes her to be in shocked and screamed in pain with so much Command Seals that appear around her body, legs, arms, shoulder and back.
Guest chapter 8 . Mar 26:Also, if Gilgamesh is summoned make him call Benjamin caretaker: Yes, Gilgamesh would call Benjamin a caretaker and his sister the Hostess (a woman who receives or entertains other people as guests.)
Guest chapter 1 . Mar 26: Will you do a sequel to this story: Yes, I would a sequel to it more like crossovers with Gate-Jietail Kare No Chi Nite, Kaku Tatakeri
Guest chapter 2 . Mar 26: Make Zelteretch help Benjamin, besides it would be interesting to see: He would appear in the story assist him behind the scene but keep in mind that Moon Fall encounter that was in Tsukihime caused a heavy toll to be taken on his body, known for his strong and tough physique, which aged him considerably and diminished his powers to the point where he can no longer use that level of magic extensively.
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