Mama Mirajane-15
"Brothers and sisters. The time draws near as we prepare to do our holy mission, and destroy the scum poisoning our world." A tall man, wearing a white and blue preacher's uniform, said over the horde of people gathered around the podium he was standing at. "We are the chosen people, the ones to bring true light and purity back to the Kingdome of Fiore."
The man was of slim build, with a clean shaven face, with dark royal blue hair, tied in a ponytail at the base of his skull, with a few graying locks of hair that could be visible, and red eyes. His canines looked like they were longer than most people's, and he had a single ear piercing on his right ear, with a tear shaped sapphire on the end of it.
Off in the distance, sitting in a tree, with a bar of beef-jerky, sat our young protagonist, with his eyes locked on the main target.
"This guy sure likes to hear himself talk." Scythe grumbled writing it down in the journal.
Taking another look, Scythe noticed that the town was indeed surrounded by ancient ruins from centuries ago. Even the tree he was in, was connected to one of these ruins, which the inside of is where he's made camp and parked his bike.
"Judging from the layout of the broken columns and the stone arc ways that are still intact, these ruins are either the remains of what used to be a school, or a coliseum for gladiator battles, maybe both in which it was a school for both combat and non-combat magic's." Scythe exclaimed doing detailed sketches of what he could see of the ruins across from him. "I'll have to get a layout of the land later on tonight. But from what I can tell, these ruins were recently dug up from underground, with the exceptional few that the trees grew from. But it's getting dark, I'll need to catch a quick nap before I conduct my investigation."
Jumping down from the tree, Scythe landed on the ground, with a soft thump, putting his journal back in his bag, and fluffing up the pillow he made.
"I'll get some sleep tonight before I head off." Scythe yawned laying down, as he 'began' to snore softly with a few small embers glowing next to him.
The sound of soft twigs snapping echoed through the empty air as Scythe was unaware of the company he was about to receive.
From the darkness of the entrances to the room he was sleeping in, stepped out four people dressed in full body tights, in their own colors, covered in runic protections, metallic pauldrons and shin guard, with a metal plate over their lowest abdominal section, as they approached, each carrying their own different weapons; the first two were carrying long range weapons, one with a cross bow, one with a long bow, with both aimed at Scythe. The other two carried close combat weapons, the first being a spear with a golden hilt, and the other being a broadsword with a jagged edge. All four of them wore helmets similar to a Soldier's Tactical Airsoft Helmet with the mask and shroud, only military issued, matching the blackness of their suits.
(A/N: Basically Lancer's outfit from Fate-Stay Night Unlimited Blade Works with the airsoft helmet, only in the color black instead of blue.)
The one with the spear kicked Scythe's foot, which startled him awake. With his eyes opened and looking in the wrong direction, Scythe looked around, and when he spotted the four with their weapons aimed at him, he jumped back as far as he could into the wall.
"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" The woman with the jagged sword asked.
"M-my name is Connor, I'm an archeology student. One of my assignments was to campout at some ruins for a week to study up on what historical value they might have." Scythe exclaimed raising his hands.
The man with the spear took Scythe's bag and began to search through it, finding a couple changes of clothes, a journal filled with archeology sketches and notes on the ruins, and a couple cans of Dr. Pepper.
"Pick yourself up, bring your bike, and follow us." The soldier with the crossbow said as she aimed it at his head.
"Y-yes ma'am." Scythe stated standing up.
After packing up his camping equipment into the saddle bags on his bike, Scythe removed the falchions from the sides of his bike and handed them to the soldiers.
"Why does an archeology student even have weapons?" The soldier with the longbow asked putting them on his back.
"I learned that the archeology business can be dangerous sometimes. It's not common practice, but some archeologists do carry weapons with them to protect themselves from the dangers surrounding their dig sights." Scythe exclaimed.
"You said your name was Connor right?" The woman with the sheathed serrated sword asked walking beside him.
"Yeah, that's correct." Scythe lied.
"You look a lot like that kid from Fairy Tail, the son of that demon woman who we ran out of town several years back." The man with his falchions exclaimed. "I say they should just kill that demon and do the world a favor."
Scythe had to force himself not to react to that comment about his mom.
"His name's Scythe though. Plus he has dual colored hair, your hair is obsidian black." The woman with the crossbow exclaimed.
"Hey, how'd you get those scars by the way?" The man with the spear questioned.
"Accident with my own magic. I tried a move I wasn't ready for, and it rebound, hitting me instead." Scythe explained.
"Sucks. So you're not much of a magic user huh?" The woman with the sword questioned.
"Not really, I'll use it to light up a dark room or ignite a campfire, but that's about it." Scythe exclaimed. "But that usually causes any companions I have with me to get static-charged hair. They end up shocking themselves for weeks."
The group laughed at Scythe's comment, as Scythe was gaining their trust.
'So far so good. They believe me as far as I can tell. This was a pain, but it had to be done.' Scythe chuckled.
~Flashback~
"This store looks promising." Scythe smiled, stopping in the side parking lot of an archeologist store.
Upon entering the store, Scythe was amazed by the amount of gear he saw.
"Welcome to Jonesy's Trades and Archeology. You name the equipment, we've got it." A man said coming out of the back. "What can I do for you young man?"
"Well, I'm currently preparing for a job, and that requires infiltration, around some ruins." Scythe explained.
"I see. You're a sorcerer then?" The man asked.
"I am indeed sir."
"Well then if you're going on an infiltration mission near the ruins, I've got just the kit for you." The man explained walking over to the counter and pulling something out from under it. "This little bad boy is equipped for any infiltration missions. Magic hair dye, magic colored contacts, a magic cloak that can turn into any clothing that makes you look like an actual archeologist, or a student if you wish, and finally, the classic, archeologist hat with the dinosaur tooth on the side of it."
"It comes with anything else?"
"Everything a student archeologist would need for their first big assignment on their own. Journals, pens, maps, and everything in between." The man smiled.
"How do you fit it all in there?" Scythe asked.
"Simple, it's a pocket void bag. All archeologists have one, it makes packing and traveling for long trips and digs that much easier."
'I should get Erza one of these bags.' Scythe smiled. "How much?"
"Well, depends, are you an assassin?" The man asked looking at him skeptically.
"No sir. I'm just a boy trying to right some wrongs others are doing." Scythe exclaimed.
"Good answer." The man smiled pushing the bag towards him. "Fifty jewels, and that's the half off discount. I recognized you from one of the, Sorcerer Weekly, magazines my wife buys all the time. It's an honor to meet a hero such as yourself Mr. Strauss."
"I appreciate it, but with the job I'm going on, I might not make it back." Scythe exclaimed putting the money down.
"Then, I guess I'll have to add this into it." The man said before going to the back, and returning moments later, with an authentic, tussle head, leather whip and putting it on the bag. "Name's Indiana. If you ever feel like actually going into the archeology business, then come look me up, I can get you into one of the finest schools of archeology Fiore has ever seen."
"I'll consider it." Scythe smiled. "But, from how old this whip is, I'd say you've had it longer than this store has been around. Are you sure you want to part with it?"
"Relax kid, this thing has served me well, but I'm not the young man I once was. Now get going." Indiana said putting the hat from the kit on Scythe's head.
~End Flashback~
"Sir, we've brought someone we found on the boarders of the village, sleeping in one of the ruins." The man with the bow staff exclaimed, greeting the man who was building the army. "He says his name's Connor, and he claims to be an archeology student."
Said man looked to his subordinate, before looking at Scythe, and smiled.
"I see." He exclaimed before looking through one of the journals, filled with detailed sketches and notes of the ruins. "Well, I do apologize for the terrible hospitality my people have shown you. It's just that there are those who wish to stop the progress of righting the impurity of this country, and thwart us from doing our Godly given mission. My name is Ulster Cycle, but please, call me Ul."
"Barf, if I have to keep hearing this man talk, I'm going to burn him alive." Amaterasu's voice rang in the back of his head.
"I understand, progress can be difficult to maintain. It's the same thing with archeology, it's getting harder to find untouched dig sights, first. Archeology is a dying art." Scythe chuckled, playing along, and ignoring the fact Amaterasu's voice echoed through his head.
"Then why pursue it?" Ul questioned.
"Why shouldn't you pursue something you love to do, even if it's a dying art, it doesn't mean I'm going to stop all of a sudden right?" Scythe exclaimed.
"Tue words, spoken from one so young and wise." Ul smiled. "Please Connor, won't you enjoy some of our hospitality? It's the least I can do to apologize for what my people have done."
"I'd be honored." Scythe smiled, getting tired of having to play along.
"So, where do you hail from Connor?" Ul asked.
"I was actually a citizen of Metalica." Scythe explained.
"Oh dear, our sister village that was brutally slaughtered? How did you ever survive?" Ul questioned as his subordinates took Scythe's things to a bunker that would be his.
"It wasn't easy. I'm not really all that good with using magic for combat, the most I can do with it is light a campfire. But there is a way I can use it to mask my scent, which kept the cultists beasts from finding me."
"Oh, do tell."
"Well, it's risky to my body, it could have caused my heart to stop, but what I did was send constant pulses of electricity through my body, which drowned out my scent from the beasts nostrils." Scythe explained. "After that, I became a citizen of Clover."
"I see. Please, walk with me." Ul smiled taking him on a tour of the village.
'So this is where mom grew up before Fairy Tail huh? Sad to see it being treated like a military camp instead of a village.' Scythe sighed as he followed Ul around.
When they got to the center of town, Scythe stopped, seeing the statue in the center. The statue itself looked like it was made by someone with stone magic, and the sorcerer had a fine eye for detail to as the two figures were standing together.
The first of the two figures on the statue, about three times larger than him in stature and physique, appeared as a man in his early thirties with a muscular build, white hair, and amber gold eyes.
His clothing, were red plain Mystic Code holy shroud, which seemed to actually be two separate sleeves connected by silver metal plates which covered his arms and was cut off showing his upper torso and midriff, and had a separate waist cloak which ended above his shins with the top fashioned and tied with an agemaki knot covered by a silver metal plate. Under that shroud showed a black body armor that must have been made from a special material in order to look so thin and breakable and a metal plate on his collar, black pants that had two straps on his thighs, and another two strapped around his shins separate from each other. The figure of the statue wore metal plated shoes, which appear to be attached to his trousers. (Shirou Emiya: Archer garbs)
The statue of the woman standing beside him, which was two and a half times taller than him, and only one and a half more times larger than him in physique, wore a top, with gold bands wrapped around the underarms, connecting in the back, holding up a white fabric sleeveless and shoulder less top. A blue and gold design went down the center front of her top, connecting with two strips of fabric with the edges laced in gold, held in place by a ruby pin. Connected to these two straps were two halves of a dress that went down her sides. On her lower half she wore a white bikini bottom with gold on the edges, connecting to the dress pieces. On her left leg, she wore a shin glove reaching half way up her thighs, and a fingerless arm glove on her left arm that reached all the way up to her bicep and tricep. On top of her head, she wore a tiara like headpiece with her hair done up in two pig tails that reached past her shoulders, and an upside down curved triangle ruby pendant on a thin choker around her neck. She wore a pair of combat heels on her feet as she held herself close to the man. (Rin Tohsaka: Ishtar summer garbs + her father's pendant)
Scythe was able to tell the color of the garments from the magically preserved picture that had been placed on the plaque at the base of the statue's feet, showing them in a battle stance with their weapons out and about. Scythe couldn't help but notice that the man held two falchions similar to his, the only difference being in their color schemes.
"Ah yes, breathtaking isn't it? These are the founders of this fine village, Shirou Emiya and Rin Tohsaka Emiya. Their battle names were the Dragon and Kitsune, being strong enough to take on five Wizard Saints each, and not even getting nicked with a blade." Ul smiled.
Scythe could tell that smile was forced, and saw the venom in his eyes as he glared at the statues.
"They must be turning in their graves, finding out their oldest daughter was taken over by a succubus. Shameful. Mirajane was a good girl, and acted as parent when they both died, even changed their last name to Strauss to avoid drawing attention to themselves." Ul sighed.
"Can I ask you something?" Scythe questioned. "What makes you think that woman was taken over by a succubus?"
"You don't read magazines a lot do you?" Ul chuckled.
"Not really no." Scythe stated.
"Well, think about it. In the last issue she was shown in, she was in a duo centerfold in the family section, labeled mother and son. It only stands to reason, the demon she tried and failed to fight when she was young, was a succubus." Ul exclaimed.
"No she won that fight." Scythe exclaimed. "She wasn't taken over by the devil in that church."
"Excuse me?" Ul questioned.
"She fought and won against it. She uses Takeover magic, a magic rare in and itself. She was born with the natural gift to use it." Scythe exclaimed as his magic began to circle around him, lifting his clothes like he was over a vent of hot air. "You all tried to kill her. She risked her life to save this village."
Scythe gripped the archology jacket and threw it away, revealing it to be the cloak that came with the kit. He stood there in his battle suit, the magic dye fading from his hair as he removed his colored contacts.
"The only reason, she has a son, is because she was forced into motherhood. She was used as a lab rat to create the son of a powerful monster." Scythe exclaimed. "I will not stand here, and let you disgrace my mother's name any longer."
"GUARDS, SOUND THE ALARM AND GET OVER HERE." Ul shouted moving his head to the side, evading a punch from Scythe.
(Que Music… Number one: Bleach~ Ichigo's theme)
As the alarm sounded, dozens upon dozens of the army's militia came out aiming their weapons at Scythe, surrounding him in all directions.
"So, you're all wanting a piece huh?" Scythe questioned as he entered Satan Soul. "Bring it on."
The long distance fighters, fired their arrows and ammunition at Scythe, surrounding him in a barrage of firepower. As the ammunition made contact, a cloud of dust built up, obscuring their vision of him.
"Did we get him?" One of them asked as they stopped their firing.
The cloud began to dissipate, revealing two large, very recognizable stone figures standing over him, not a scratch on their stone bodies, as they had used themselves as shields.
"What the?" Scythe questioned seeing the statues of his grandparents hugging him.
"You keep your hands off of our grandson." Rin's statue shouted, her voice echoing from the stone as the mouth moved with her lips.
Rin and Shirou stood up and slammed each of their feet onto the ground, creating a massive duo of tremors upon the earth, knocking over the enemy before Shirou picked Scythe up in one hand like a near life sized action figure.
"You know what to do when I aim you at Ulster?" Shirou's statue questioned, his mouth moving along with his voice just like Rin's.
"I do gramps." Scythe smiled, his falchions appearing in his hands.
"That's my boy." Shirou smiled throwing Scythe like a javelin.
"Hey Ulster." Scythe shouted igniting his body in crimson flames and royal blue lightning. "Get ready for an attack like no other."
"I don't think so." Ulster shouted, a crimson spear appearing in his hand.
"Scythe, watch out." Rin shouted reaching her arm out to him.
"Gáe Bolg." Ulster shouted throwing his spear at Scythe, with a boost of magic energy that made it go flying like a rocket.
(End Song…)
The spear made contact with Scythe, tearing out a chunk of his left shoulder. The sudden loss of his flesh made his trajectory fail and he fell to the ground, to the right of where Ulster was, skidding to a half before he hit a tree.
Ulster stepped up to the tree, as Scythe looked up, one eye closed in pain, his spear back in his hand somehow even after he had just thrown it.
"This is the end for you." Ulster smiled raising his spear to aim a killing strike.
"Get away from him." Shirou shouted kicking Ulster like he was a soccer ball, and sending him flying over to the ruins of the Metalica village.
"Connor." Rin shouted kneeling next to him, gasping at the sight.
The sudden crash landing from being hit with Ulster's spear had made Scythe unintentionally pierce his side with his own blade.
"Shirou, we have to do something." Rin exclaimed.
"There's not much we can do. Let's take him to the armory, and treat him there." Shirou exclaimed picking Scythe up as gently as possible.
The two stone forms stood back up and went back to their pedestal with Scythe in Shirou's arms, before he disappeared in a flash of crimson light. After he was gone from sights, Shirou and Rin's statues took their natural stances once more, reverting back to lifeless stone.
"Damn you." Ulster shouted throwing his spear at the two, only for it to be blocked by an invisible force field. "Again, my Gáe Bolg was stopped by the barrier, which not even all ten of the Wizard Saints with their might and magic put together can break." Ulster growled in disgust. "If it weren't for that, I would have finished off what I started with Tohsaka and Emiya long ago."
~Elsewhere in the Celestial Armory~
Scythe gasped for air as he coughed up blood, finding it hard to breathe, as it felt like his lungs were filling with liquid.
"Hang in there Connor, hang in there." Rin stated taking his hand.
Scythe felt the warm touch of flesh against his hand, and looked over to see his grandmother Rin, flesh and blood, holding his hand, her eyes filled with worry.
He looked over to his left and saw his grandfather Shirou, alive and well just like Rin, grasping the sword in his side, a pained and determined look on his face.
"Now bear with me my boy. This is going to hurt." Shirou exclaimed before he pulled the blade from his side, as Rin began using her magic to heal his wounds and numb the pain.
Scythe let out a silent scream of pain, feeling the blade sliding out of his side, and the sting of the tip leaving the wound. He couldn't keep himself conscious any longer and passed out from the pain.
~Sometime Later~
After what felt like only a couple seconds, Scythe opened his eyes, finding he was still in the same place he had found himself grasping for dear life in. He slowly sat up, clutching his side as he felt a sting of pain running through him. He looked himself over and found both his torso, and shoulder covered in bandages, wrapped tightly over what he assumed were patches of stitches.
"Good, you're awake."
Scythe turned to his right, to see Shirou leaning against one of the pillars, with Rin in a chair sleeping soundly.
"We were starting to get worried about you." Shirou sighed tapping Rin's shoulder to wake her up.
"Sorry for making you worry so much." Scythe sighed. "But I guess my injuries followed me to the grave."
"You're not dead my boy. Your grandmother and I might be, but we're still plenty tethered to the world of the living, you however are still alive." Shirou chuckled as Rin rubbed her eyes awake.
"Wait, hold up. I must have hit my head harder than I thought. You're saying I'm not dead, though my wounds were fatal." Scythe exclaimed leaning on his left arm.
"That's right. It's a little complicated to explain, but here's the gist of it. Your grandmother and I are what's known as heroic spirits, from another realm called earth."
"Okay now I know you must be going senile." Scythe chuckled.
"It's the truth Connor." Rin exclaimed.
"That's not my name. I only used that name as a cover for infiltrating Ulster's army to destroy it from the inside." Scythe stated. "My name is Scythe."
"The greatest blade ever to be created. It suits you my boy." Shirou said patting his hand on Scythe's shoulder causing him to flinch in pain.
"SHIROU WHAT ARE YOU DOING CAN'T YOU SEE HE'S STILL IN PAIN, AND YOU PATTED HIM ON THE SHOULDER ULSTER'S GAE BOLG TORE YOU IDIOT." Rin shouted a tick mark forming on her head.
"My bad, sorry about that." Shirou apologized. "But anyways, we are heroic spirits from another realm. The last memory either of us have of being in our own world, is fighting in a battle known as the Holy Grail War. Both of us were archer class servants, however, we destroyed the Grail for good, and wound up traveling through space and time. Your grandmother was possessed by the Goddess Ishtar, but when she left Rin's body, we had to find a home before she died in the unforgiving environment of the Celestial space between realms."
"Ulster, the man who leads our village now, was also a heroic spirit. Lancer class. Several of the heroic spirits from our world are here, not just the three of us." Rin explained. "He held a grudge against us for destroying the Holy Grail, because if he had won the battle, his wish would have been granted."
"When we arrived here, we gained actual physical bodies made of flesh and bone, and the three of us put aside our differences and made a pact, to try and survive, eventually, we learned different types of magic, and formed this village. Rin and I also started a family, your mother, Mirajane, your uncle Elfman, and your aunt Lisanna, may she rest in peace."
"So you know about that." Scythe sighed.
"We do, and we don't blame Elfman for it either. It wasn't his fault." Rin exclaimed hugging Scythe gently. "Just like we know it wasn't your fault Mira had been put through such trials of becoming a mother at such a young age."
"But back to the matter at hand. Rin and I managed to reattach the flesh on your shoulder, as well as seal the wound your own blade caused, but if you're wanting to face off against Ulster, you're going to need some proper training, and the gear for it." Shirou exclaimed.
"I'm always up for some training, but first off, where am I?"
"The Celestial Armory. You weren't the first to be knighted by the Celestial Spirit King, Rin, Ulster and I were the first people ever to be knighted by the king. But when Ulster killed our mortal bodies, he was cut off from the armory, so we're safe here." Shirou exclaimed as Rin began removing Scythe bandages.
"So if he killed you, how are you in the armory?" Scythe inquired.
"Our mortal bodies were killed, but during the Holy Grail War, we had been servants to masters fighting in the war, gaining a somewhat physical body to begin with when we were summoned, however they weren't completely solid. When Ulster killed our mortal bodies, we just reverted to the ones we had when we were summoned servants." Rin exclaimed as she removed the last of the bandages, a tin of ointment appearing in her hands. "Now hold still this might sting a little."
"I got it." Scythe exclaimed, as gales of black air surrounded his body, healing the wounds, saving himself weeks of recovery time.
"How did you do that?" Shirou questioned.
"Godslayers who use wind magic can heal their own injuries, if they're conscious enough to do so." Scythe explained as the injuries scarred up. "I'm ready for training gramps, what do I have to do first?"
"First, you have to hold out your hand. You're good with falchions yes, but they're not the weapons meant for you. Hold out your hand, and search with your mind, with your soul, and connect with the primary weapon of your choice." Shirou chuckled.
"We are in the Celestial Armory so you don't have to worry about looking like a fool." Rin smiled.
Scythe nodded his head and closed his eyes, holding out his hand as he used his magical energy to search for the weapon that best suited him, and suited him it did, as the clothes he wore tore themselves to pieces, before a new set of clothes put themselves on him, and leather bound hilt entered his hand, with something attaching itself to his arms.
"Well, it seems he's not meant for just one weapon." Rin smiled.
Scythe opened his eyes, revealing his outfit now resembled the one Shirou wore, minus the holy shroud. The elbow guards were the same as usual, only with the metal in the center visible, with the addition of fingerless leather gloves. The gauntlets on his arms were a metallic silver, being thinner than paper as they looked more like silver tattoos than gauntlets. The weapon in his hand was a large black claymore sword, with a red leather wrapped hilt and two strings on the end of the hilt, with an engraving on the bottom of the hilt, and a split down the middle of the blade and hilt.
(A/N: Think of Miroku from Mai-HiME, but with something different.)
"I'm impressed, in all that time, I've not been able to wield that sword because I wasn't the master it was searching for. You must be pretty strong for a Sky Godslayer." Shirou smirked.
"I'm not a Sky Godslayer." Scythe stated to their confusion, sticking the tip of the blade into the concrete ground. "I'm an Etherion Godslayer."
Shirou and Rin's eyes widened when they heard that, both of them feeling like anything they said towards that statement would be pointless.
"What's step two of my lessons?" Scythe questioned.
"Before you continue onto your second lesson, you'll need a proper mask." Shirou exclaimed, pushing a button on the wall, which opened a secret door, revealing several dozen different masks. "All of these masks are from our travels through different realms, before we made a life here in Fiore, dimensions with soul reapers, and other such supernatural things. One your grandmother even stole from a woman here in Fiore who has the ability to turn into a raven. Pick one, but don't pick it lightly."
Scythe looked over the rows of masks, seeing there were indeed many, but none of them struck his fancy.
"None of them." Scythe exclaimed. "None of them would seem like they suit me."
"Very well." Shirou stated hiding the masks away. "Then it's onto your second and final lesson."
"Wait, only two lessons? What kind of training is this?" Scythe questioned.
"The advanced kind." Rin smiled pulling a switch on the wall.
The floor beneath Scythe opened up, and he looked up at the two of them before falling down the pit in a comical fashion. The fall felt like hours, but it was only a few seconds, as Scythe hit the ground faster than he thought he would.
"What the hell?" Scythe shouted before realizing he was surrounded by jungle like area.
"Lesson two is survival. If you can survive the jungle zone of the Celestial Space, then your training is complete." Rin shouted back. "But be careful sweetie, there's a beast in there."
"What do you mean?" Scythe asked as heavy, fast footsteps gained his attention, as they sounded like they were coming for him.
"Remember when we said several of us spirits made it to this world?" Shirou questioned. "Well, this is the Berserker class spirit. In our world, he was known as the strongest man to ever live, Hercules."
Just as Shirou said that name, the berserker class servant rammed through the foliage and swung his club down on Scythe. The young Etherion Slayer jumped to the side evading the club as it sent several large boulder sized pieces of dirt flying.
"We'll be back in three days to check on your progress. If you've managed to defeat Berserker by then, you've passed the training." Rin exclaimed as the trap doors began to close. "Have fun."
"Worst grandparents EVER." Scythe shouted, blocking a strike from Berserker's club.
Scythe pushed the club to the side before jumping back and running through the jungle foliage, trying to put some distance between himself and Hercules to come up with a plan.
"Gotta lose him, gotta lose him, gotta lose him…." Scythe kept chanting as he ran.
Grabbing a good sized rock, Scythe jumped up in a nearby tree and waited. He didn't have to wait long as Berserker stopped right under the tree, looking around for Scythe as he seems to have lost sight of him.
Without hesitation, Scythe threw the rock straight across from him. Hercules heard the rock land, thinking it was Scythe running away, he gave chase in the direction the rock landed in, leaving Scythe to actually head off in the opposite direction, jumping along the tree branches.
"So far so good, now I just gotta come up with a plan." Scythe exclaimed before he felt the wind being knocked out of him.
Before he could look down, he feels himself getting wrapped up in a chain, just like a spider with a fly caught in its web.
"Great, let me guess, you're another heroic spirit?" Scythe shouted to whoever was controlling the chains.
"How perceptive of you young man." A woman said walking out on a branch near him.
The woman was tall and robust with light lavender hair, and outfit that looked like it came from an S&M store, and a blindfold over her eyes, while tightly holding one end of the chain.
"Though I've never seen a heroic spirit quite like you before. I am the gorgon Medusa, Rider Class Servant. What class are you young one?" She asked, bringing Scythe's face to look towards her.
"Well, I don't know. Considering both my grandparents are Archer Class, I'd have to say Archer. But since I have this big ass sword on my back, I'm not sure which class that is, but probably that one." Scythe exclaimed.
"So you're a Saber Class." Medusa smiled.
"I guess. Though I'm not a heroic spirit, I'm more of a member of Fairy Tail." Scythe chuckled. "Could you put me down now? All the blood is kinda rushing to my head."
"So you're not a member of the Holy Grail War, yet you say your grandparents are both Archer Class. Who are they exactly?" Medusa inquired.
"Shirou Emiya and Rin Tohsaka Emiya." Scythe exclaimed. "Seriously lady I'm starting to see stars."
"Oh, the ones who saved us all." Medusa smiled letting him down gently on the branch. "My apologies, young master, I was not aware of who you are."
"What's with the change in attitude all of a sudden?" Scythe inquired.
"Your grandparents are more than just a couple of heroic spirits, they are the ones who freed us from the Holy Grail's bindings. The only one who had seemed to hate them for that was…"
"Ulster, yeah I know. They sent me down here to train for two days to kill him." Scythe exclaimed. "Quite honestly, I wouldn't mind. He tried murdering my mother, and dragged the rest of the village into it."
"Such dark words from one so young. Be careful what you say, otherwise you'll end up regretting it." Medusa exclaimed unwrapping the chains. "For every like you take, a piece of your soul is destroyed forever."
"Then what do you propose I do?" Scythe asked getting up.
"Try to take down Ulster in a different way. Kidnap him and take him to the authorities." Medusa suggested.
"Easier said than done. He's got a literal army of followers, at his beck and call." Scythe exclaimed. "I was given the job of destroying the army from the inside, but I kinda blew that plan out of the water when I had heard enough of him badmouthing my mother."
"I see." Medusa exclaimed. "If I recall correctly, the Master and Mistress had three children, correct?"
"Yeah, why, and why are you calling my grandparents master and mistress?" Scythe inquired.
"All the heroic spirits who wound up here, minus Ulster, pledged their loyalty and allegiance to you grandparents for what they had done to free us all. Their children's names, what were they?" Medusa inquired as she began to lead Scythe safely through the jungle.
"In order they were Mirajane, Elfman, and Lisanna." Scythe explained following her.
"Which one's your parents?"
"Their oldest, Mirajane."
"So you have her magic right?"
"I have more than that." Scythe exclaimed. "I'm a Celestial Knight, Takeover Sorcerer, and Etherion Godslayer."
"Three different types of magic, I'm not surprised seeing as you are the grandson of one of the most skilled assassins in our world's history." Medusa exclaimed.
"Excuse me?" Scythe questioned turning her around.
"Master Emiya is a highly skilled assassin. During our time as prisoners to that accursed cup, the Holy Grail has turned your grandfather's dream of being a hero against him, and used him to kill those that the Grail deemed needing killing." Medusa explained as they jumped to the ground.
"So my grandfather was manipulated into doing the grail's dirty work? That thing got what it deserved." Scythe stated, gold lightning crackling around his arms.
"Those gauntlets you wear, where did you get them?" Medusa asked.
"From the armory before I was suddenly dropped down here." Scythe exclaimed. "Why?"
"They are the Gauntlets of a deity from our world, a thunder wielder named Thor. Those gauntlets are Járngreipr, the Iron Grippers. Mythology tells that they contain a small amount of his lightning to be used as a last resort."
"Well, why don't we consult an expert on that?" Scythe smiled holding up his left arm. "Raijin."
In a crack of thunder and a flash of blue lightning, the Thunder God stood before them, with his arms crossed.
"How may I be of service young prince?" Raijin questioned.
"What can you determine off these gauntlets?" Scythe asked.
"Hmm."
Raijin took Scythe left arm into his hands, and examined the gauntlet, before doing the same, with the right one and tapping them together, resulting in a tiny spark.
"Well, I can tell you these are dead. There's no magic energy left in them, all they need though is a recharge, and they should be accustomed to your aura and style." Raijin stated.
"Great." Scythe smiled.
"Not great." Medusa scorned. "No doubt that big flash and clap of thunder caught Hercules attention, he's probably on his way here. He might be a big oaf but he's smarter than he looks."
"Great." Scythe groaned as the thunderous footsteps came their way.
"Ah, there you are young man." The hulking strongman exclaimed poking his head through the foliage.
"Huh?" Scythe was majorly confused. Where once there was a dark, unrecognizable berserker of a man, stood a tan skinned musclebound hero with his club over his shoulder. "Did I miss something here?"
"Hercules was summoned as Berserker Class, when Master and Mistress destroyed the Grail, he gained the ability to switch from Berserker to sanity, since the legends of him exclaimed how Hera made him go crazy and do things he'd never wish upon anyone he cared for." Medusa exclaimed.
"Indeed, it was quite hard to be a Berserker, it took its toll on my moral. But I've regained myself now." Hercules exclaimed. "So you're the Master and Mistress's grandson, I am honored to be in your presence."
"Uh, no need." Scythe exclaimed.
"What exactly did they send you down here to train for, might I ask?" Hercules inquired.
"To kill Ulster. Which I won't achieve with just standing around here idle chitchatting with you. Any other servants here I should be aware of?"
"Well, there's Saber, who happens to be Arturia Pendragon King, or rather Queen, of Camelot, then finally there's another Rider Class he's known as Iskandar King of Conquerors, another Archer Class, he's known as Robin of Locksley, or rather Robin Hood, a Lancer known as Vlad the impaler, also known as Dracula, I believe this world has a Dracula legend to doesn't it? Oh well; the Assassin Class Forty Thieves, and Jack the Ripper, and finally Ruler Joan of Arc." Medusa exclaimed. "All servants who are here are from either different or the same battles fought in the Holy Grail War. If we run into them, we'll let them know to take it easy on you."
"No." Scythe stated receiving puzzled looks from both the Berserker and Rider Classes. "If you run into them, don't tell them to take it easy on me, tell them to throw everything they have at me, including their most powerful attacks."
"Young prince, a Noble Phantasm is surely much too powerful for you to handle." Hercules exclaimed in worry. "Surely it would be too much for you to handle."
"If that's what they're most powerful attack is known as, then tell them to do it, and hunt me down, with an intent to kill over the next three days. Otherwise, what'd be the point of this training?" Scythe inquired grabbing the hilt of his sword.
'He's serious, he plans on having us hunt him down, with all intent and purpose to kill him.' Hercules exclaimed his grip tightening on his weapon.
"Very well then." Hercules exclaimed taking a knee, as he begrudgingly accepted this. "I am honor bound to follow the orders of the Emiya bloodline with the oath I have sworn. If you truly wish for us to hunt you down, with the intent to end your life, like a wild animal, then it shall be done."
"Alright, wait here for ten minutes before you start hunting me." Scythe exclaimed before running through the trees.
~Elsewhere~
"Hmm, interesting." Shirou exclaimed looking at a lacrima screen over the fireplace in his study.
"What's so interesting dear?" Rin asked coming up from behind with two cups of orange tea.
"It would appear Scythe has ordered the other servants, to come at him with an intent to murder him." Shirou stated accepting his beverage.
"That seems kind of brash for someone as young as him doesn't it?" Rin questioned.
"It does, but remember, he's of our blood, and the blood of Acnologia." Shirou sighed taking a sip of his tea.
"Hmm, we haven't seen that old brute for a century or so, how do you think he's doing?" Rin questioned sitting on the arm of the chair to Shirou's right.
"He's probably waiting for the next time E.N.D shows his face, either that or he's trying to find his son in his human form, which is highly doubtful." Shirou stated looking through the crystal screen at Scythe running through the jungle.
"Do you think we should make him take responsibility for Scythe's existence?" Rin questioned.
"No, I had a talk with Crux while waiting for Scythe to wake up. Turns out Mira was used in her Satan Soul form as a lab rat to try and bring Acnologia out of hiding by producing an heir for him to come a retrieve. DNA from one of his fossilized scales was used for it to." Shirou stated.
"I hope you had Taurus retrieve that scale." Rin huffed.
"I did, it's in Scythe's trophy room." Shirou exclaimed.
"You've already had Virgo clear a trophy room for him? Not knowing if he'll live or die in this training session?" Rin inquired raising an eyebrow.
"He'll live, I know he will. Otherwise, he'd disgrace the Emiya name." Shirou smiled. "I have faith in our grandson. Makes me feel like my dreams of being a hero can actually become a reality. True not everyone can be saved, but I believe Scythe can do it, he can achieve the dream that slipped from my grasp."
"Seems he inherited more from you than he did me. Like your red hair from before it turned white with all the overuse of your mage craft you put yourself through." Rin smiled sipping from her drink.
"He also inherited your stubbornness." Shirou chuckled.
"Well at least he's not a pigheaded fool like you." Rin huffed turning her head upright.
"Oh, please, if anyone was pigheaded in our childhood it was you." Shirou smiled before he held up his arms, to block his wife's tantrum hits.
"Shut up, you idiot, you're really getting on my nerves you know that?" Rin shouted hitting him in a comical fashion.
"But in all seriousness, do you think Scythe has the stomach to actually, willingly take a life?" Shirou questioned.
"Honestly, no. Unless he gains the resolve to kill Ulster, he's going to lose, whether he passes this training or not." Rin sighed.
"We can only hope, that he'll know when to do the right thing." Shirou exclaimed. "We can only hope."