Calm Eggplant Enjoying A Simple Life (Campione - Mash Kyrielight SI Chapter 1)

Ring. Ring. Click.

"Heyaa~ Ichirou~. Yes, yes, I'm well. Oh, about what we talked about, no worries, I sent my niece, she should be in Japan by now."

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"What do you mean you sent your grandson?"

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"Nooo, I said I'm sending my niece to meet you. As in sending her to Japan so you don't have to do a dangerous trip carrying a Grimoire."

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"Well now, we both look silly. Oh well, I'm sure she'll enjoy the trip and seeing all the old castles~."

"Mister! Can I please have another bowl? This one normal but with extra beef. Also, can I have the side be those spicy shrimps?" I said enthusiastically, pointing at the small poster showing said shrimps

"Um, young lady, are you sure you can eat another?" The middle-age food stall cook asked hesitantly.

"Yep!" I grinned back.

I freaking love my Demi-Servant body! I can just eat whatever I want and never gain weight. Well, all the exercise and magic casting does burn calories, so technically I do need to eat a lot.

But I guess it's still gonna look weird to a normal dude, to see some young woman eating two large-as in American large-ramen bowls with sides, and wanting to go for a third.

"Ah, I should tell you that since this is your third, the sides are free. It's a special." The stall cook said. "Usually for families." He said under his breath, but I heard him all the same with my enhanced hearing.

"Sweet!" I grinned back.

As the old guy went on to make the ramen, I leaned back into my chair to look down the street, feeling the Osaka wind ruffle through my lilac hair. From where I was sitting, it was very easy to see the Tempozan Giant Ferris Wheel.

I couldn't wait to take a ride and see the view from the top. Of course the Mash-responsible side of me was quietly feeling guilt that I didn't head to old man Ichirou Kusanagi's house the minute I landed in Osaka to do the job my gram gave me. It's fine though, his house in relatively in the area of the giant wheel. Kinda. It wouldn't take long by taxi.

As for said grams, that would be Lucretia Zola. Sure she might look like a smoking hot thirty year old, but she's like a century minimum. I know those magic types. Being a Witch that can change how her age look doesn't change her title. She's a grandma, so I call her grams, simple. Oh she might say I'm her niece, but she's only doing that to sucker in some younger guy.

Oh sure, she threw curses at me when I called her 'grandma', but I know she liked it. He he.

Still, if Lucretia didn't adopt me when I landed in this world without a clue on anything and looking as a ten year old, I don't know how I would have managed.

I wasn't sure...why I ended up here or this way. Was it Mash's wish and Ritsuka had a Holy Grail on him at the time, at the Salomon Temple? My wish due to my life ending prematurely, from traffic and bad luck of all cliches?

All I know is when I came to, when Mash was resurrected by Fou, we both...fused doesn't exactly sound right. I want to say there's more of me than Mash, but Mash's memories and emotions were more prevalent inside me. I thought about them, and acted on them more than mine.

The 'Me' that currently exist was more of a mix between us that was, for some reason, remade as a ten year old and dropped into this new world.

Shouldn't I have been remade as Mash's old body and dropped in the Timeless Temple?

I likely will never know. I kinda made my peace with never knowing, since Mash was sure she was going to die to Goetia's planet killing beam, and I just wanted to live.

Yet even is Mash was okay with dying, I wasn't okay with either of us dying. Me, because I still had so much I wanted to experience, and Mash, because her life just wasn't fair. There are so many things she should still get to see, to do and experience.

I wasn't living for just my sake, but for hers as well. That's why I will experience all that this new life and new world has to offer. Be it this delicious food or the view atop the Tempozan Giant Ferris Wheel.

No, I'm not using pompous philosophy to procrastinate, be a glutton and play around. Hush, Inner Mash and let's just go with the flooow~.

"Here you go, little lady." Said the cook with a warm, wistful look on his face.

"Thank you!" I cheered back.

Hmm, sooo goood~! I thought about the ramen as everything complimented the noodles and beef together.Hmm? The shrimp are spicy from paprika, but the cream sauce really makes the whole thing work!

My phone gave a small ring and buzz from next to me on the table. A quick press of a few buttons and I saw a message from old man Ichirou saying he's close to the Tempozan Park after doing some errands, and stopping there for a while, so I should meet him there.

"Oh sweet." I said to myself. He's basically a ten minute walk away, so I'm not gonna be late. "Lucky me, everything worked out."

What's that, Inner Mash? Being lucky this time, doesn't mean to use this as an excuse to laze around on appointments later on? I have no idea what you're talking about.

A few more minutes and I was almost done with the bowl. The shrimps were decimated.

"Old man, your ramen is the best I had in Osaka. I'm definitely coming back here before I leave." I complimented him.

"Aww, thanks little lady... I'm not that old though." He muttered, almost with a pout.

Well he said it under his breath, so I pretended not to hear him.

After all, I can't really help but feel excited at seeing and experiencing Senpai's country. Yes, even I end up calling Ritsuka 'Senpai' from time to time. Having the memories of actually meeting the Chaldean Master...

He's kind of a dork. Sure he tries to put it behind a veneer of Japanese politeness, but he he tends to be pretty goofy once he starts being himself. Which unlike how the game portrays it, he easily does when he's comfortable with the people around him, or when he's stressed.

Ritsuka Fujimaru was just genuine in how he tries to connect with people and understand them. To see them as who they are in front of him, rather than judge them on their life before they were summoned, or what actions they have taken. Only what they will do in the present moment.

Sure, with my perspective, I could see that a bit of it was pragmatism, because you can't be picky at the end of the world, and if you can get help regardless of the source, you take it. But a part of it was his genuine desire to understand everyone he met, to have the full picture of who they are, rather than cast immediate judgement. Both were true.

Also again, he's a freaking goof that would woop at seeing a giant robot, Jojo pose with Cleopatra, and eagle dive bomb a lucha goddess while shouting "SKY HIGH RIDER-BUSTER JUSTICE BOMB!"

God damn that adorable dork.

It was actually that which made him pretty endearing to Mash, and eventually caused her-and in a sense me-to fall in love with him.

Ah, I can already imagine my Inner Mash sputtering and blushing, thankfully not in denial.

"Young lady, everything okay? Your face is red all of a sudden." The old cook asked.

"Yeah, yeah. Thanks, I'm completely fine." My face wasn't red, he's imagining it.

I blinked a few times as I noticed something in the small TV in the back of the stall. Something about Osaka Castle.

"If you say so." The old cook shrugged.

"Excuse me, Mister, can you turn that up?" I asked with a semi-serious expression.

"Hmm?" He noticed what I was gesturing at, nodded and did so.

"...Currently we're unsure on this unexpected weather activity, as the storm didn't last more than a few minutes. While there is some damage in the eastern side of the top roof, we have been informed that thankfully no one was harmed. Although the castle grounds will be closed to visitors while repairs are on going..." The new reported said and went on.

"Oh dear, that's quite the bad luck. I pray the gods aren't angry this season." The old cook said.

I however? I couldn't help my eye twitching a bit.

I was pissed.

Sure, my Inner Mash was saying she's 'concerned' that someone was obviously fucking around with magic spells. Maybe even some mages having a fucking magic duel at a historical landmark.

But no, I was not 'concerned', I was pissed.

This was Senpai's country. Those were important cultural and historical architecture of Japan.

And somechuuni fuckers thought that was a good place to throw lightning around.

Oh, when I get my hands on them-

A bright light enveloped the sky and the sound of thunder echoed out.

Then a heard a most terrible noise. The sound of metal cranking, blowing up and breaking.

"...No." I quickly leaned back, almost falling in the process, only to see the Tempozan Giant Ferris Wheel cracked into halves and starting to fall over. People began to run away and scream.

Thankfully it was doing that very slowly, so people could get out of the way. Either the structure was holding up, or some mages were already on the scene.

I wasn't thinking about that however.

"Which bitch fucking dares!" I snarled.

Inner Mash was berating me for my language, but she was also worried. Wanting me to hurry and see if anyone needed help.

However I wasn't Mash, I wasn't concerned with focusing on those injured, but stopping the one who caused the damage. If it had just been past me she would have been scared and only run by now.

But me? I had a bravery, the will and ability to do something. So I will.

I quickly grabbed the ramen bowl, downed the broth, slammed the bowl down without breaking it (thankfully I had enough self-control for that), although I startled the old cook. I then slammed the money on the table.

"Keep the change."

And I bolted.

I focused on the massive energy in the air, the one that caused the lightning attack and followed it. Something about it stirred some feeling or memory in me. That it was familiar.

Sadly I was too pissed to focus on that, only on following it. I pushed myself with a basic Reinforcement spell and sped up toward the Tempozan Park.

Then I remembered that old man Ichirou was there.

I need a spell.

Right, calm down and think.

Grandma Zola said Hermetic Magic Magic is about imitating, or calling on the powers of gods. In essence it was the act of telling a story referencing those deities.

In this situation...

"The crack of the underworld blights the world. The brothers that embody the storms are here. Thunder and lightning dances above, thus let the raging winds dance below. Come to me and by my will propel me! Haste of Ryobu!" I let my mana pulse out, and let the spell flow through me.

Wind covered me like a sheet, and sudden I was bursting with speed as fast as a Lancer Class Servant. In fact it felt like the wind was trying to throw me to my destination at times, whenever I jumped. It was pretty exhilarating.

Grandma Zola's lessons may have been annoying, especially with how convoluted they were, and how minimal she helped beyond some key advice, but the result really showed why she's the number one Witch in the world. Not sure why the mages that tried to learn from her, said her methods weren't realistic. Not sure what they're talking about.

I just hurried on, imagining what I would do to the idiot that did this.

Inner Mash was telling me I was grinning like a loon, and looked embarrassing. Bitch please, my grin is fucking adorable.

Some people on my path shrieked and jumped back, while looking at me. That's totally a coincidence. They're probably just scared of the current situation is all.

Ichirou thought that with the Grimoire gone the danger would have passed.

But it seems like it still came, following traces of it.

In a way he was glad to have sent his grandson, Godou, away already, lest he ended up caught up in all of this.

"I do not have any patience, thief. You dare to say you gave away mine treasure." The Heretic God growled, his voice sounding like the rumblings of distance thunder.

Thankfully the park was now empty of visitors, as everyone had wisely ran away. Those lucky enough to not be caught by the god's stray lightning.

It's also probably a good thing that Lucretia's kid was flighty like she warned him. She wasn't here when he arrived, and as Zola's apprentice, she should hopefully be smart enough to know to stay away from this place.

"I'm sorry, Kami-sama, but I no longer have it. It is gone from my possessing and my knowledge." Ichirou said. Technically it was the truth. He doesn't have it, it's with his grandson. And he technically doesn't know the precise location of where Godou is right now. He could be anywhere in Italy. Or one specific city, but who's counting.

The god snarled.

"If you are of no use to me, then die-" The Heretic God brought up his hand sparking with divine lightning, ready to reduce the simple aging human to ash.

What Ichirou saw next would be one of the weirdest and by far most memorable sights, that he didn't expect to see in his lifetime.

Ichirou Kusanagi had heard tales of Campione fighting gods in crazy and epic battles.

BRANK!

"AAARGH!"

It is, however, the first time he saw a god being launched away by vending machine slamming into them at high speeds.

"YOU DAMAGED IMPORTANT CULTURAL LANDMARKS WITH YOUR SHITTY LIGHTNING, YOU SONNUVABITCH!" Mash shouted in rage, bearing her teeth.

Then she picked up another vending machine and filled it with mana.

"YOU'LL PAY FOR THE DAMAGES, EVEN IF I HAVE TO SELL YOUR ORGANS ON THE BLACK MARKET!"