[i][center]Subtle Difference. . .[/center][/i]

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Fitoria and Mirellia looked on with hesitation at who just arrived. The spell certainly succeeded in summoning someone to this world. They did not know, however, if who was summoned would be as worthy and powerful as a true Legendary Hero.

If they would be anything close to Naofumi.

''Did everything go accordingly?'' Mirellia looked at the head priest who managed to avoid the flames to question their work. Indeed, did they summon a Legendary Hero, or was it something to be possibly worse than the previous ones. Fitoria finished expelling the last few ambers as the magicians who used their mana were attempting to be tended to after using everything they had to perform the ritual.

''We shall see,'' Mirellia spied the figure move forward past the thin veil of smoke to present them a male figure that fell on the floor, using their clothes to masks the fumes. ''Are you ok, Hero?''

The male coughed and slowly began to stand up, revealing it to be a male. Something that instantly drew the attention of the pair was the striking similarity to one of the previous Legendary Heroes. His blue eyes managed to stare back at the monarch, who looked shocked to see him there. Did he know this woman? Was he supposed to?

''Define ok, and I'll get back to you on that,'' Fitoria also paused her thoughts to stare upon the Hero who instantly made her brow furrow and a sword of Wind Magic form in her waiting hand as she leaped forward, raising the blade above her for a downward strike. She barely missed, the instincts of the Hero being a tad sharper than hers, even with the deterrent of the smoke. ''Whoa! Careful there, little mama.''

''Why are you here? How are you here? We killed you!'' Fitorita shouted, pointing her sword in front of her at chest level, crouching down to prepare for another attack. The Hero stood up, brushing himself off and steeling himself as he narrowed his eyes as he got into his stance, keeping his arms close and angling his body off to the side slightly.

''Fitoria, wait!'' Mirellia shouted, her friend paying no attention to her words of caution. A swipe of her blade came diagonally, narrowing missing the boy's hair as he veered to the left, launching the palm of his fist into Fitoria's side, sending her tumbling a bit before steadying herself. This person had good instincts and showed that in his quick, but effective attacks that Fitoria managed to redirect or block at the last moment, but this level of skill was comparable to Naofumi, and even her past master.

''Little feisty there, aren't we?'' the boy joked, balancing on his toes, mockingly. Fitoria flung her sword forward, expecting some form of resistance to direct it away so she could plan her next move. He used a spinning jump kick to flick the sword off to the side, almost impaling a magical who was getting treated for burns within an inch of his life. ''Nice try, but-''

''As source your power, I beseech you. Unravel the light of the stars and blind my enemy in a wave of light; Blinding Aura!'' Fitoria shouted, a massive wave of light, shooting out in a cone of light, instantly striking his retinas and weakening his defense followed by the massive shout of pain that followed with him laying on the ground and rolling around.

''Arrrrgh! You bitch! What did you do to me?!'' the boy shouted, clutching at the ground as he launched a magical spell without the incarnation, the words filled with the anger of being embarrassed by this. . .woman getting to him. ''Zweite Aqua Freeze!'' a flash of blue light appeared above his enemy, quickly enveloping her in a wave of water that soon began to freeze her from the legs up. A burst of her magic through the cracks and over her body blew away the water, the frown on the male's face betraying the look of still etched into his eyes as they slowly healed. Fitoria readied herself again. ''Round 2 then, bi-''

''Enough!'' Mirellia commanded, her voice piercing through the sound of combat as both combatants looked at her. It was times such as these where she greatly appreciated her aura of command and personality that made it relatively easy to defuse most situations. She would have to get this under control before anything rash would happen. Well, anything more. ''How is it you have escaped death? Your head and body were burned, and there should be no trace of you left,'' Mirellia raised a finger to the man who was soon surrounded by the guards, their blade interlocking and forming a circle of death around his neck as he stood there, watching and waiting to see what this crazy woman was talking about.

''I'm as alive as day, what are you talking about, lady?'' the boy announced, his mood instantly going sour once his would-be adversaries used their blades to trap him for all of two seconds as all of the blade tips broke within a second of him finishing his last word, the shards and large pieces nearly impaling those around him as he walked forward, the soulless look in his eyes betraying the rockish attitude he held earlier. ''And if you ever try something like that again, I will stick my foot up so far of each of your asses that'll be an interpersonal relationship.''

''You dare talk to us like that?! We are the elite of Melromarc!'' Ake's Captain shouted, not liking the tone of voice this punk had, nor the fact that he broke their swords so easily and was beginning to galavant around as if he owned the place.

''Elite wastes of space is more like it; I wouldn't even let you shine my most dirty pairs of shoes, I give that little of a fuck about any of you. But you two-'' the male looked to Fitoria and Mirellia eyed him with a cautious glare. ''-have caught my interest. Why am I here?''

Mirellia cleared her throat and spoke, noticing the lack of visual attention on her from this individual, but more so on Fitoria as she explained. ''We were in the process of summoning the Legendary Heroes to this world to help stave off-''

''-The Waves of Calamity, right?'' the male's small grin surprised the queen who would have thought that kind of knowledge about their world would be lost on a Hero who was summoned from their own world. But, there definitely was something familiar about him, and the way that he fought did attest to her theory that he may be more closely related to this land or one of the many others, but she had to be sure.

''Yes, and how do you know about something about that? Were you not summoned from your homeworld or land?' Mirellia asked, the male throwing her a curious look. Did this woman no have a shred of a clue who he was? What advancements have been made in his name? And what the price for being disrespectful would get them if they did not resolve to fix their issue immediately.

''Of course. . .I did come from this land, after all; though not this exact land. It would be hard to not know the Waves by now, even if they are given different names from time to time.'' Fitoria watched with an attentive eye as he came a bit closer to the two of them, Mirellia giving a hand gesture to quell the guards from taking any action. He stared down Fitoria with an almost primal hunger, noting her wings and how she didn't wear shoes, all the way to the small details on her dress. ''You know me, don't you?''

Fitoria nodded, wanting nothing more than to kill this man herself. The fact he was even allowed to walk after all of the things he has done as a disservice to this world was unforgivable; it would take every ounce of her willpower to not act on her need to inflict pain and make sure he stays dead. ''I don't know how you managed to come back after we literally made sure you were no more, but I will make sure you stay dead this time, Motoyasu,'' Fitoria said, her wings jutting out a tad as she clenched her fists in restrainment.

The male looked absolutely confused at that name; Motoyasu? What kind of name was that? Was she speaking some kind of different tongue that didn't know about? Now he had questions. ''Before you decide to do anything you think you might regret; answer this for me; who is Motoyasu?''

Mirellia knew it. Something did indeed seem off once they were able to ascertain what he looked like, and him saying helped confirm her point as if Motoyasu had indeed come back in any regard, she would be sure that he would possibly have some kind of semblance of remembering that day when they were all exposed to the blade that ended their lives.

''Then what is your name, and where do you come from, Hero?''

The male put a hand on his hip, the other straightening and tightening the bandanna that was beginning to come off. He picked some of the ash out of his blonde hair and struck a pose. ''Hero is beneath me; you can call me a god, and my name. . .is Takt Alsaholn Faubrey.''

''Faubrey? As in the kingdom?'' Mirellia asked, suddenly beginning to realize the implication of who they just summoned. Faubrey was the kingdom that typically took care of summoning. Because the legendary heroes were traditionally summoned by the most powerful countries, hero summons was supposed to be performed in Faubley. However, Trash, and by extension, Melromarc monopolized it and created tension with the Faubley kingdom, inciting talks to fix the mistake, though the damage was already done. She tried hard to diffuse this tension and even agreed to the conditions set forth by the king to gain their support in the international conference in an effort to promote peace and cooperation in defeating the waves.

A great many figures that represented hope, change, and power often came from Faubrey, leaving other countries to essentially be left to their judgment when it came to dispatching the Heroes to across the land. And as Melromarc did not the best of track records behind it at the present moment, having a technical enemy be summoned as an adversary did seem very counterintuitive; she knew he would hopefully fight on behalf of the mission to protect this world.

But how far in the regard of Melromarc would Takt go?

''The very one. And don't think I don't know who you are, Mirellia,'' Takt commented, his smug attitude rising to the surface the longer he stood there understood the situation for what it truly was; a plea for help. From the enemy, no less. He then looked to Fitoria with a lecherous smile, his grin growing as she grimaced a bit at his advance. ''You, however; I do not know, but you are a Filolial, no doubt. How would you like to be a part of my party? I will treat you right, and it would be forgiveness for attacking me earlier,'' Takt grasped Fitoria's chin, noting the look of anger on her face as he figured she wanted to attack again, but he knew that they essentially needed him. ''What do you say?''

''Takt!'' Mirellia shouted, looking at him stop and groan at her. ''I realize the tension between our two kingdoms are. . .tense for the moment, but I do hope that you can be cooperative to help combat the Waves Of Calamity.''

Takt did consider the prospect of keeping the world alive; there were a great many things in this world that he would hate to see eradicated by these troublesome waves, not to mention the women. . .so many women. He supposed that he could be persuaded to be the salvation that this world needed if only to have a stake in this kingdom. Melromarc was still on the radar after summoning the Legendary Heroes, and not dispatching them to where they were needed versus keeping them sheltered and suckling off the royalty's teat like a mindless baby.

He would give mercy to his subjects.

''Very well,'' Takt huffed, knowing that it would pointless for him to continue talking to one of little faith and understanding. He would be this kingdom's salvation, but the kingdom would be his in return.