Where am I?

Welcome to the Trinity system. Your death has enabled you to crossover into Xenoblade Chronicles 3. The powers of your predecessors will be your to bend and save Aionios!

Aionios? What is this? Why am I-

Your new abilities will be activated through the use of your new weapon, Noah. The Pneuma Processor has finally gathered enough energy to drag you from another dimension. Without the Conduit to power it, that unlimited power source, only time could help Pneuma gain the energy required to get you into your new body.

Wait, what did-

The strength you will wield via these powers will only truly be unlocked once you attain the power of Ouroboros and break the chains the Flame Clock has on you. Until then, don't die. Whether the world spends eternity in a cycle of suffering, or lives on to see time resume will be entirely down to you. Good luck, Noah. Hopefully you won't need it.

Sorry what did you just-

Even as his Commander gave them their daily mission Noah found it difficult to remain completely focused. Every single day was the same for them, regardless of what colony him and his friends ended up being assigned to. In fact, his routine was something he could do with his eyes closed. If he could fight with his eyes closed that is.

Wake up. Have breakfast. Go to the briefing to learn about what he'll be fighting that day. Go out and fight in an attempt to raise their colony's rank. Then eat when they come back. Take a bath. Then go to bed. Rinse and repeat. Over, and over, and over again. The same routine he's stuck to since he finished training, and the one he'd stick to until the day he died. Be it by battle or by Homecoming.

Homecoming. Everyone around him always made the event out to be spectacular, and even Noah himself had to admit how amazing it looked, but... he never saw the appeal in the idea of just disappearing like that. Whether it was on the battlefield or in a Homecoming, it was still tragedy in his eyes. Of course, he's long since been numbed to the loss, death is as much a part of life to him as breathing. It's been even more so like that since he became an off-seer.

But alas, he has no choice in the matter. He can only do his duty and protect his friends. He didn't even hate violence, he was simply numb to it. Besides, what else could he do with his life?

The commander spoke and finally caught his attention as he placed a hand up to the side of his forehead in a manner he was more than familiar with." -The Agnian troops are Copper rank and they apparently have special forces with them. Prepare for battle, we leave in three hours."

Now that got Noah's attention. Usually they battled against Tin or Dirt rank, with them being weaker colonies as a whole, and thus easy fuel for their Flame Clocks. However, he supposed if they wanted to increase their colony's rank, then they'd need to aim higher. It wasn't exactly like they just chose their opponents, they just needed to battle.

Him and the rest of his comrades moved in unison, more out of habit than on purpose, and tapped the right side of their foreheads to receive their-

Noah frowned as his iris failed to activate. He could feel it pulse, he knew he received the battle intel just like the others did, so why-

His vision was suddenly alight with the sight of his sword, Lucky Seven, being perfectly framed within the confines of the holo-image in his face. Is his iris not working properly, can they even fail to-

"Aaaaaagh!" Noah suddenly screamed out in white-hot agony as Lucky Seven sprung to life in his hand, his Blade refusing to let him release his own grip as emerald and blue sparks jumped off his skin.

The sudden action didn't go unnoticed by his comrades. Several of his close friends jumped back at the sudden action, the sight of one of their best combatants screaming in agony as his own blade continually attacked him with electricity causing them, more than a little, panic. Particularly Eunie, Lanz and Riku, his closest friends.

"Noah! What the spark his happenin' to ya?! Why are yo-" Eunie was cut off as Noah's sword began to change shape. The blue core in the sword's hilt changed into an emerald green as it seemed to shift deeper into the blade itself, then what looked like a pane of glass seemed to materialise and place itself in front of the shining green core and slot itself inside the hilt as though it belonged there. It was almost a beautiful sight.

However, it was tragically cut short as the sparks finally ceased, the sword seemingly stopping it's hazardous behaviour as it went calm and slipped right out of Noah's hand. Quickly being joined by it's master as he fell from his knees onto the ground, passing out as a flash of green ran across his right iris.

Lanz and Eunie were the first to react as they rushed to his side, checking on their friend's condition as Lanz kicked Lucky Seven away from them, sending a brief glare the sword's way as he picked his friend up." Eunie, we'll get him to the tent, make sure to check him out, we can't lose our off-seer for this battle."

Eunie nodded, visible concern written on both her's and Lanz's faces as they rushed their long-time friend to their tent. But, their Nopon friend Riku didn't follow, instead he had his eyes firmly set on Lucky Seven. He appeared both intrigued and concerned at the sight he just witnessed.

Well, this is weird. In fact, weird is just about the only word that can describe what exactly I'm seeing.

Currently I was standing in a... room? Place? Whatever this was, these weird images that are playing all around me are really weird. In one of them I caught sight of a chubby kid with hair that covered his right eye, in another I saw someone mocking the life out off me as I laid on the ground. In another I was even fighting and killing other people. In fact, the more I looked at these things, the more it felt like I was actually there. As though I could just get lost in all these... memories? If they are, then they aren't mine.

But, suddenly, everything went dark. Except for a single spotlight which shone down on me, bathing me in light that revealed a mirror in front of me.

I frowned at the sight though. This is weird, why am I seeing my own reflection right now.

But, after a second of inspection, I came to a realisation which made my heart stop for a moment. That wasn't me. I didn't have jet-black hair, I most certainly didn't have a ponytail, and my eyes weren't blue. Yet, my reflection was mimicking my moves perfectly as I examined the way in which he moved.

My frown receded as I felt a strange need to get closer to my reflection. One step after the other I drew closer to my other half. My right eye started to sting, and as I winced my other half revealed his eye to be pulsing with a mix of both gold and green.

However, when our fingers brushed the pain suddenly stopped.

"Arrrgh, what the hell?" I swore as I woke up in an unfamiliar room- tent as I saw almost immediately- my right eye itching like crazy and my body ached like hell as I rose up, only to frown when I looked down at myself.

What the hell was I even wearing? It looked like I was wearing a black uniform of sorts with a white cravat just below my neck. It didn't look bad exactly, but I can't say it looked good either. I've never liked uniforms, and that wasn't changing anytime soon.

I groaned in annoyance as I rose to my feet, rubbing my eye like hell. What was going on here? Why does my eye itch so mu-

A chime suddenly rang out in my head, and I was startled by a completely red hologram showing up at the front of my face. The sight actually made me reel back from surprise.

I stared around at what I was looking at, almost lost at the weird sight in front of me, and eventually trailed my eye towards what looked like a very familiar sword from one of my favourite games. It wasn't coloured correctly, but still that was Lucky Seven for sure. A sword that, in Xenoblade Chronicles 3, was sharp enough to cut through anything when unsheathed. It was right in front of my eyes, I could reach out and-

I felt my eye stop stinging as the fictional sword materialised in my right palm. It was surprisingly light, and the sheathed sword's core in the hilt was different than I remembered from the games. It was green instead of blue, in contrast to the rest of the sword, and a pane of clear glass stuck out from the design.

Seeing that made my eyes widen with intrigue, my hand gently caressing the glass as the sword seemed to hum slightly. Just holding it felt so natural, as though it was a part of me, and looking at it closer, it was like the glass had these very faint symbols on it.

Just like the Monado.

I frowned at the implications. Well shit. I was in Xenoblade Chronicles 3.

"Noah, it's good to see you awake. You gave the others quite a scare." Hearing the words of a familiar voice was enough to drag my head up, and the moment I did I was greeted with a sight that I knew well, as an avid fan of the Xenoblade trilogy. It was Lanz.

He was a broad looking guy with a few machine-like traits, but he mostly just looked like a human. His skin was grey, his hair was white, and his eyes were ruby red. He was a weird sight that's for sure.

Oblivious to my curious gaze at his appearance, Lanz continued to rant." What the spark was happening to your Blade back there? You were bein' shocked like crazy, you prick! You had me worried something was gonna happen to you!"

After he finished speaking, I finally felt the realisation kick in. I should have gotten it sooner, Lucky Seven was a massive hint that should have tipped me off.

I wasn't just in Xenoblade 3. I was the main character. I was Noah.

You know what... that's actually kinda cool. I'm the main character, so I should have plot armour, plus I know the plot well and what I can really do. The only question was, how long was it gonna be until I get my Ouroboros powers?

Hopefully not too long.

But, why was Lucky Seven different from in the games? And, just what am I doing right now?

Lanz was waiting for an answer, so I just answered with something vague. He was talking about Lucky Seven shocking me, so I just told him." Sorry, but Lucky Seven it- it just-"

"It what?"

A voice came from behind Lanz, which revealed itself to be a blue furball that was followed by a pretty girl with wings on her head." Sword act very strangely when morning. Does friend know why, Riku is gifter of Lucky Seven to Noah, and Riku know all about that sword. Green sparks no part of Lucky Seven's powers."

Eunie crossed her arms as she snarked down at the Nopon." Why the snuff would you give someone such a special sword if you didn't know what it could really do furball? Noah was practically crawlin' on the ground by the time that thing was done with him ya know?"

In response to her words he acted as though it wasn't a big deal." Oh please, friend is no dead is he not? He even hold Lucky Seven now with zero problem, mere malfunction of sword no doubt. Yes, mere malfunction. Riku have no way of knowing that Lucky Seven act out, so Riku hold no blame."

Eunie was about to start another argument, but I chose to just answer Riku's question and stop that from continuing." Lucky Seven just appeared in my hand and everything went dark. What happened to me?"

Lanz scoffed at that question." What happened was your Blade went crazy and zapped you out. Right in the middle of our briefing too. That was about an hour ago, we need to pack our stuff away and prepare to fight!"

Okay, so this shit is happening right now? Okay, no biggie. I've just been thrown into a completely unfamiliar place, with no battle experience at all besides playing video games under my belt, and I'm going to be fighting for my life. Piece of cake.

Not. But, then again, I don't really have a choice.

I stared at Lucky Seven and focused for a moment, trying to make the blade disappear, and surprisingly it worked. The sword in my grasp vanished into thin air and, not trying to linger on it, I did my best to maintain a stoic expression as I said my next words rather easily.

"Then let's pack away and join with the others. Sorry for what happened with Lucky Seven, it will not happen again." I did my best to try and replicate Noah's body language as I did so, and luckily the others seemed to buy it.

"Sure man. Now, let's go clobber us some Agnian scum!" I personally felt no small amount of disagreement at his words, and my body still felt sluggish... but otherwise I felt optimistic. Like I wasn't afraid of dying today, even though logically I should have.

I had no idea what I was going to do, that was true, and I didn't have any experience with a sword. I was most definitely out of my depth. However, I didn't feel like dying.

I had so much fucking work to do, this was gonna be a pain in the ass.

My idea was that Pneuma, despite having Origin work like a pseudo-Conduit, would still not have nearly as much power as it once did. So, in order to drag someone from another universe away, they'd need an immense amount of time to store up all that energy for later use.