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"The sword spoke in whispers—each strike a quiet lament for promises broken and hearts left barren. It was called the Sad Sword, yet its sorrow was not a weakness but a testament to battles fought not against foes but against the relentless ache the Rusted Knight carries." - The Girl Who Fell Through the World; Chapter 4.
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Jaune should feel disoriented considering how his physical location just change in blick of an eye, but here he is, in some northern forest of pine and oak.
*sigh* "So this is it, Jaune." Jeanne tried to give a comforting smile as she basked in her new form of freedom.
Jaune smiled back, taking in a good breath and taking the cold air, "I guess no plain veggies anymore."
"Has to be haha!" Sieg cheered and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, "I am telling you guys! Its us agaisnt the world!"
"You make it sound like we are terrorists."
"Hey, part of the job description is to free the mortals oppressed by the devils." Sieg shurgged, "you know the BS rules the Vatican opposed us due to a treaty."
"Yeah..." Jaune pondered as an issue he chose to ignore due to being a "Young Trainee", "So I take we teleport in and free the rest of the mortals."
"Partly" Cao Cao joined the conversation, "unfortunately... we can only free those with supernatural value. If we free all mortals in mass, the entire supernatural world will now our presence."
"That makes sense."
"We will debrief you all about your to be missions." Their leader said, "but before any of that... take a good rest." Cao Cao pointed at a near by fire ca mp, "fresh food for your likely is near by. You will need it."
Jaune and Jeanne nodded just as the sister yawned, "it was a long week."
"Tell me about it" Jaune chuckled before letting his guard drop, "Hey Jeanne, about that boy --"
"Jaune Arc", Georg interupted just as Jeanne flinched on the would be topic, "Follow me, Cao Cao decided to delegate you under my leadership."
"Okay..." Jaune looked back at Jeanne and a distracted Sieg.
"Don't worry, their assignment will be directly under Cao Cao. Team Synergy first before any real field missions." Georg reassured despite looked stoic.
Jaune nodded before telling his friends he will catch up with them later. He followed the wizard into a tent, as he stepped into it, energy mingled his skin as his new Ki powers slightly alerted him about some wards.
Jaune paused, and looked at Georg if he noticed it. But the wizard was pulling some scrolls out of a chest.
"So... what gonna be our mission, boss?"
"Please call me Georg." The wizard pulled out a scroll and place it on a table, "One of our missions, is actually do something the Church gave up too soon." For the first time Georg smiled, "Looking into that sword of yours."
"Okay" Jaune nodded it and took it out like it was in his hand the entire time.
Georg didn't show it, but frustration slowly crawled back into his skin... why?
Well all magical items that can be summomed or desummoned atleast require energy input. Cao Cao's spear comes in a power of light and his mists are very blatant in its magical signature.
"How did you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Summon the blade without any magical signature?"
"Hmmm..." Jaune hummed and thought deeply as Georg waited and thought of the applications if he figured out how to cover his usage of Dimension Lost.
"I dunno..."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well, it just appears" Jaune shrugged as he summoned and desummoned the blade, "its like stick out your tongue, really."
Georg can only stare and watch the Sad Sword clip out and into existance, as if its turning invisible.
But as a master of spacial magic and the proud wielder of Dimension Lost, he knows the blade is litterally popping into existance like a classic cartoon character would for gags.
Without a trace of magic.
Then he just remembers, "Sad Sword? Really? Who named it so?"
"The...sword?" Jaune hesitated, he then looked at the side as if he was hiding something, "I dunno... it felt right."
Georg might be aloof, but he immediately knew he shouldn't push to keep their budding relationship, but instead, "How about Doloresis?"
For the first time after meeting the blonde, the wizard saw him frown. Not out of annoyance or being insulted, but...
*cringe* Jaune frowned in cringe, "No please." But he smiled and said, "at least its better than what the church labelled it."
"What was it?"
"Unholy Mourning Sword - The Sharp Edge of Grief."
"That sound's legitamate"
Jaune looked betrayed, "you too. Everyone, even Jeanne and Sieg has been calling it that!"
"Hey, I have been in the relic business longer than you." Georg shurgged, "Your weapon sounds like something a child will call his make believe weapon."
"It sounds like someone is trying to make something way over the top."
"What? So Sad Sword sounds normal? It sounds like your sword is literraly sad." Georg shook his head not believing he is having this conversation, "wait... unholy? But I don't feel demonic energy."
"Well..."
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A lone man is seen slowly walking through the woods, looking carefully at the ground as the dirt looked like of was just run over by a horse. The man continued his trek and scanned the area.
Stomp stomp stomp...
A noise was heard, as the rustling sounds of bush made it evident that something is headed to the man!
Roar!
Out from the groove, a centaur emitting demonic energy exploded into the view of the man, as it held low-class demonic spear in hand!
The air sung as the levered weapom swung at the man at sub-sonic speed!
Ring...ding!
Something blocked the blade just as it approached the head of the man. The blue eyes of said man looked sharped, as he sighed in sadness, "pity in what you have become."
The centaur roared again as it swung once broke, clapping the air.
The man sung back, as nothing parried the blade. The centure was bewildered in its chaotic state of mind as it saw the blonde wield a snapped half sword nearly to the hilt.
It smirk, wanting to use its spear's reach advantage.
Ding...ring...ding...ring...ding...ring!
The night lit aflame as space itself cried in confusion just as the monster. Every time it swung its weapon at the clear opening, the blade gets parried by nothing as the human mimics the motions of a parry for a long sword.
The monster roared in confusion, as it bucked backward swept the ground for a distraction! Rocks, dirt, and fallen leaves flew fast at the human covering his view.
But the debri landed far away from the human for any distraction, as the mortal seemed too far again?!
Then Jaune lunged as his feet glowed and the dirt broke under the pressure. He zoomed fast into the opening of the monster.
The mosnter swung in defiance as it saw the spear close into Jaune's neck, the human swung to parry the strike
Only for both to miss, as both the monster and Jaune looked confused on why? The monster realized why just as Jaune was a split second delayed on his anticipate strike.
Jaune struck again like lightning with a blade out of reach, but the air cried and the view of the world morphed for a small while.
The broken blade felt no resistance, as Jaune missed again. But the world cried once more with a ring as the monster felt something pass through it without pain.
The human suddenly found himself 20 meters behind the monster. He tripped slightly as he recovered quickly and turned to a tight stance.
He brought the hilt close to his chest to compensate for the lack of length. The human shook his head, nearly forgeting he was not using the standard swords of the Vatican, but a snapped blade.
For the monster? It was silent...before.
Ding! Splurt!
A huge cut appear from its shoulder across to its over ribs as blood poured out of a wound that seems to blur as space itself stretch around said wound.
And before he knows it, blood showered on himself as he found himself just behind the already dead monster.
"That just didn't happen... did it?" Jaune shook his head the second time as he nearly tripped on one foot.
"Spacial and time abilities... it just did."
"Eh, sorry" Jaune shook his head, "But the Vatican --"
"Recorded something similiar." Georg said as Jaune heard flipping of notes and a pen being used, "it almost like Calibrane, almost."
"What do you mean?" Jaune kicked the monster to check if its dead.
"Calibrane, with mastery can cut through space to hit an out of range target."
"Why would I need a space gimmik" Jaune suddenly bumped a tree in confusion.
"Jaune, you were 20 meters away from the target the entire time." Georg said like it was obvious, as Jaune found himself 20 meters away from the corpse and beside a tree.
"Nothing makes sense."
"That, we agree in." Jaune can feel Georg nod, "Calibrane is the sharpest blade in existance outside the Original Excalibur, and your blade is chipped and nearly dull."
Jaune looked at his weapon, trying to see any damaged at an already broken weapon before giving it a swing on the air.
Ding Crack!
The tree across of him splits into two.
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Jaune sighed, as he crashed on his bed, tripping in doing so. Letting the tireness of the days sink into the firm but acceptable foam.
"At least its not harder than what the Vatican gave us." Jeanne smirked as she relaxed on her bed, "where did you go? You looked like you went to a pub at Germany than any real mission."
"Experementing on this." With a flick of his hand, the broken half snapped blade of Sad Sword popped into existance.
Jeanne observed the blade with some unease before speaking, "The Unholy Mourn--"
"Sad Sword" Jaune interupted, refusing to hear that name. Part of Jaune felt it was an insult to his weapon, like turning into a simple name into something outlandish to emphasize what is obvious.
Like turning the name: Jaune Arc, into Ser Jaune of the Vatican the First, Son of blah blah, and Slayer of the Blah blah. Hero of the blah blah.
"How about you?" Jaune asked, not bothering to look at Jeanne.
"Well... we just did some team play, just to get the feel of Cao Cao." Jeanne then ask Jaune perked.
"You know, I saw plenty of note worthy warriors here, care to explain why his interest in you?"
"Don't get protective Jaune, Sieg was there too."
"...I was not referring to that." Jaune said, not noticing Jeanne looking afar.
"Yeah..." Jeanne looked down as Jaune peeked at her, but refuse to point it out.
"What I trying to say or asked, why the sudden interest on you or Sieg?"
"Got to do with our names." Jeanne shrugged, "something about drawing more people to us and all. Like how Cao Cao and Hercules are Legendary names and all."
"Like mascots...wait, that buff dude is called, Hercules?" Jaune raised an eyebrow.
"Doesn't seem off. He is his decendant too."
"I just... I imagined--"
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"...Jaune?" Jeanne asked as she saw Jaune shake his head and blink multiple times, "again?"
"Like I said..." Jaune raised the broken blade and waved it, "Georg made interesting observations, but I'm too tired to read it all."
"Something you should read." Jeanne shook her head as she watch her brother look lost before shaking his head again.
Little did she know, he saw a vision.
A vision of a huge man with gems stuck into his arms, and roared with the Lightning of Zues. Before fighting in a stand still by a woman with the Lightning of Thor.
"Though... who the hell is Cao Cao." Jaune asked curiously, "the General I mean. Never heard of him before."
Jeanne sighed, remember Sieg asking her the same thing, "You got to be really into Chinese Literature to know."
"--how the hell that name attract people when no one knows it?" Jeanne shrugged, as Jaune learned another thing about their new leader, "Guess the True Longinus will do the real attracting."
Jeanne looked curious before summoning a blade with Holy Blacksmith, observing that has caught her attention recently, "though I wonder, what is the Holy Spear's reaction to the Unholy Mourn--"
"Sad Sword!"
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"Our studies confirm it's not a teleportation-type Sacred Gear," Georg reported, standing beside Cao Cao, who silently reviewed the footage of Jaune's battle. "Despite its spatial properties, we weren't able to draw a solid conclusion. Jaune requested a break before we could press further. I'll prepare more precise instruments for the next analysis—see if it truly behaves like Caliburn, the Sword in the Stone."
Cao Cao watched the screen in silence. Jaune's movements were sharp, decisive—each strike measured, not wasteful. "Does he have the potential to become our second portal specialist? Like you?"
Georg's expression tensed. He calculated—mechanically, instinctively. "As of now, that potential is… on thin ice."
"He'll serve his purpose either way," Cao Cao replied.
Then it happened.
On-screen, Jaune kicked the corpse to ensure it stayed dead. He turned—and bumped into a tree that had been at least twenty feet away in the previous frame.
Cao Cao blinked.
The image stuttered. Not the recording—his perception. For a second, his mind resisted the sequence of events, like trying to solve a puzzle where the pieces subtly changed shape the moment they clicked.
A dull, tight throb pressed just behind his temple.
"Hmph." He adjusted his posture, brushing the moment off like dust from a shoulder. "Faulty recording, perhaps."
Georg glanced at him, then back to the screen. "They're calling it The Unholy Mourning Blade: The Rift-Splitter of Sorrow in the relic forums, Azazel added the subtitle after watching the leaked Vatican data."
Cao Cao scoffed. "Jaune just calls it the 'Sad Sword,' doesn't he?"
"He does," Georg said, almost amused. "And that somehow makes it worse."
Cao Cao due to his curiosity of that small "video error", didn't notice Georg uncomfortable stance, as the faint mist beneath his coat hissed again, curling tighter, recoiling from something unseen.
He didn't need to say it aloud, despite his theory crafting and the data he gathered, quoting Sherlock Holmes of the improbable and not impossible is the truth.
Sad Sword is atleast forged not by any god, but by a Conceptual Being akin to Ophis, Great Red or The God of Abraham.
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Author's Notes!
Yup, setting up the arc, this time in the side of the Hero Faction hahahaha... there are really so many small details that I cannot talk about each.
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OMAKE - EVER AFTER
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"...WHO THE HELL NAMES A WEAPON, UNHOLY MOURNING" Yang finally broke the silence, "Something something?!"
*Cooed.."
Juniper cooed in agreement.