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Hollow V: Heaven's Feel Backnight 3 « Thread Started on Dec 30, 2005, 12:37pm »
At an airport terminal right now so I couldn't get all of what I had on here. When I land, I'll post the rest. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 3/Dialogue MobiusLink
I wonder, how many times have I been resurrected? I can hear voices. Anger directed at me, who while fading into death, slips by it constantly. Unable to escape death, they accuse me that it's unfair.
My entire body hurts. Hurts enough to make me suffocate. The voices of accusations beset me. DIE. GIVE UP. SERVES YOU RIGHT. I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING. They grow stronger each time I hear them. I want to die. I can't stand this. FILTHY. DISGUSTING. I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING ANYMORE. I wanT TO die. I don't want to hear this. If I have to go through this, I don't want to come back to life.
But I got used to even that.
DIE. Then, get it over with and kill me. GOT WHAT WAS COMING. Then, go ahead and enjoy yourself. REPENT FOR YOUR SINS. Yes, I've already repent for them again and again. IT'S YOUR FAULT. Right, it's all somebody's fault. DISGUSTING. Because this is the real me. INHUMAN. ....This mirror is foggy. DEMON. Yes-----------that's right, a human can't do this.
Passing through many voices, I began to breathe again. ....The process from here on wasn't that painful. Rather, I could even feel relief. As long as I can escape that prison, what followed was similar to the joy of being born.
Prison. Yes, that place fits the role of "prison". Slander, verbal abuse, derision. The deprivation of human rights, the deprivation of human dignity, the deprivation of freedom. Any human being should have heard of an afterlife made up of such.
I will continue to suffer for an eternity, without pause. In Buddhism, they call this the hell of uninterrupted suffering. .....Yet, it seemed vaguely different from where I came from. There wasn't only pain. At that place, there was eternity and emptiness. Neither could be reached by mortal hands and reaching it itself was meaningless. That's why it was painful. Because even if those wishes are granted and that which lies out that capacity is gained, it could never ever be consumed.
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Re: Hollow V: Heaven's Feel Backnight 3 « Reply #2 on Dec 31, 2005, 1:23pm »
"_______, Ugh....."
I raised my body from the sofa. While dealing with the feeling of being drained after resurrection that I have dealth with for the upteenth time, I checked to see if my left hand moved properly.
"Yo. Wide awake, eh, Master."
....The now typical morning greeting from my Servant. He was sitting with his back turned away. He was apparently still working on his puzzle. It could be solved in just a matter of minutes, but he took a liking to it. .....That part of him was just like a child. If only if that innocence would be reflected in his regular actions.
"____I would like to make sure. Was I able to kill Assassin before he killed me?" "Nope. T'was a one-sided defeat. That straight right punch of yours hit air while his Zabaniya blew off your head. You just had to see it. Slapped you on the head and your brain went boom. Blew off the upper part of your body it did. Now turning a brain into gunpowder to blow somebody up? That's a pretty complicated way of killing somebody, 'course, if he already had his hands on your brain, he could have just pulled it out."
My Servant was prattling cheerfully. "....Ugh." I imagined my torsoless body, sickening myself as a result.
...I recalled my fight with Assassin. I had met Assassin's Master by accident at the forest behind the school. The enemy had only been one lone Master. As I saw no Servant, I charged into combat.
The enemy Master was a skilled doll user and controlled countless automata as if they were his own extensions. The French dolls, equipped with precise killing mechanisms, were a threat, but I was well acquainted with cooking dolls. I also have had experience in fighting in a free-for-all with the monsters nesting in the city so it was a simple matter to overwhelm the Master...
__________If only one of the dolls had not worn a skull mask.
"A Servant....!?"
When I realized what he was, I was hit by multiple poisonous needles. Assassin. A class where one specific Epic Spirit is chosen, but whose abilities change with each Heaven's Feel. As the "name" that was the source of the word Assassin was one that multiple assassins inherited, a different one would become Assassin for each war. Assassin is a flock, not an individual, and of them, the "Assassin" selected this time was a midget of a height no taller than up to an adult's knees.
....Was he like that when he was alive or was this a special characteristic exaggerated by becoming a Servant? Assassin did not have the build of a dwarf that would appear in a fairy tale. He had a form as cultivated as that of an acrobat. He could have been a clown from a circus. A worthless Epic Spirit with a small body. However, it was a strong advantage for the class of Assassin.
Not only did it obstruct his presence, the area that could be hit was overwhelmingly small. His speed was among one of the fastest of the Servants. Tracking his body racing through the tress with unmodified eyes was difficult. In addition, no, rather the reason for the name Assassin was because he had a fatal one-hit "Noble Phantasm".
"Kuh...!"
When I fully understood the disadvatange I had on this terrain, my legs were immobilized due to the poison. I was confident that I could catch him on a flat plane with nowhere to hide, but in a forest with many obstructions I was helpless. Knowing that, I made my final bet using my life as the gambling chips. I used the left side of my body to lure Assassin out of the shadows of the trees. Assassin would judge that I could not retaliate and then move towards my left side at lightening speed. I would pound a full-force straight right into him to intercept him.
The timing was perfect. A charging Assassin couldn't dodge either right or left and couldn't completely nullify the effects of the impact by blocking. That was the weak point of having a small body.
But still, even that had been passed over easily.
He had jumped and landed on my fist with a comical plop at the moment of impact oy straight right that I prided on having a speed of 80km/h...and as a counter!
"....No way."
I do have a rich record of sorts in combat, but this was the first time that I had seen an enemy scuttle towards me on my arm. I was reminded of unbelievable miraculous deeds such as standing on top of lances. Assassin extended his left hand to my face________my consciousness was cut off at that point.
".....What a nightmare." I muttered.
"What's wrong? Body still stiff?" "No, I am in completely good shape. I have already grown used to resurrection as well. The soreness I am now enduring is thanks to you. I remembered the very last moment, the feeling of having my forehead touched by Assassin's hand." "Oh. Whoops, my bad. Sorry for my lack of consideration."
While hackling, he continued his puzzle. He was really laughing at my failure. This wasn't on the dimension of teasing. That man was the host of a personality disorder that made him laugh over inappropriate things as well as sad news.
"....I have grown used to that as well. So Avenger, did you carry me back?" "Nope, I also was killed. We're both back to the first day since I got wasted just before 12." "...." There's been almost no progress. How many days have passed since I woke up in this mansion? We haven't yet passed the 4th night.
....Possibly my lack of dependability caused me to grasp the earring in my pocket unconsciously. I brought this when I had left my country. It was probably some kind of protective charm. I don't remember why I had brought it, but it must be an amulet based on how I had carefully kept it tucked.
"But you know, it really wasn't your fault Master. I mean that Assassin was too messed up. I'm positive your fist hit him too. Well hey, it's not worth beating yourself over now is it? You've got this handicap called me. You ought to be proud to get the other guy to use a Noble Phantasm in your first fight with him."
"Empty consolation. No matter how well I fight, it means nothing once I di-"
No, that was our advantage. I have not made full use of it yet, but this Servant can bring the dead back to life. As long as our contract is still in effect, I will continue to be resurrected.
"I see. Yes, there is nothing wrong in continuing in this manner...no, this would be your weapon. We ought to make use of it. A draw is good enough."
Yes and by gaining information on the enemy, eventually we will be able to defeat them using the appropriate preparations to ensure victory.
"____We have the advantage. Now that I know Assassin's physical traits, all that has to be done is lure him onto flat terrain somehow."
I clenched my right fist strongly.. At this rate, I won't have to wait for the enemy Masters to weaken. If I eliminate them one by one straight out, even the Association would treat me a li-
"My, my, you sure are the adaptable one, aren't you Master. And here I thought you would be having the blues or have had enough of my uselessness since we've been losing all the time." "Eh? N, no. Well yes, but..." ...He's right. What am I thinking? Even if I do have this ability, I have been defeated again and again.
...I'm becoming careless. If I tried hard enough, I should have been able to defeat Assassin. But instead, I am taking my time, prolonging the final battle until I feel that I have learned enough about his abilities. It was as if_____no, that couldn't be true. As the representing magus of the Association, I was only fighting a battle that couldn't be lost.
"Well, it's not like we're losing time so I don't really care. But you know, we are spending more time than necessary."
The Servant stood up. Leaving the puzzle unfinished, he walked towards the entranceway.
"Let's keep on going. There are still places you haven't checked right?"
Led on by the Servant, I also rose up from the sofa. Carrying the rack, I gripped the earring in my pocket one more time, and left for the Heaven's Feel.
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Re: Hollow V: Heaven's Feel Backnight 3 « Reply #4 on Jan 1, 2006, 2:38am »
Will post the final part once I get this stupid laptop to run. I've got the Rider stuff on my list of things to do though (dunno whether to do all of the related stories in one batch or not since they're all pretty long) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- This is going to be a little sudden, but Bazett Fraga McRemitz is a strange woman.
First, her outsides and her insides are weird. They don't match. Now on the outside, she looks my personal favorite, the dignified mature woman. What's on the inside though is a coward with low self-esteem and to hide that, she put her body and psyche through hard training. My guess, nah what I'd like to be true, is that she's the kind of woman that likes bullying herself. Has to be that. Yep, after all she she was able to build herself more than normal.
So the armor that was the "able woman" produced from all of that was a stubborn on and her looks were good and healthy were assured. Except sadly enough, when a suit of armor moves there's got be some holes in it, where I get the opportunity to sometimes see the unarmored Bazett. I don't have to bother saying what that's like. Something protected by a suit of armor for years ought to be kind of like a shelless smooth boiled egg. Refreshingly cute enough to make me want to munch parts of it away.
The thing is, Now matter how adorable the insides might be, the armor she built up for over 10 years is too stubborn. Once she gets into mission-----battle mode, she'd probably pluck off whatever delusion or lust for any man. Here's an example that just happened.
"I am hungry. I will go get nutrition."
That came out of nowhere. After she beat the crap out of those monsters, she said that as if she was measuring a pulse.
"You may come along. I am sure that you are not satisfied with just the mana that is being supplied by me."
Said a Master that was awfully caring of her Servant. Except. The place she barged into without any hesitation was the Gyuudon (beefbowl) store right in front of us.
"Geh."
Even I knew about this, the cheapest, the worst, and the most common places to eat in Shinto. I should refuse. Even if there's nobody around, there are other places to get a meal. There was also one of those expensive places that fit Bazett 100 meters away. But she still picked the place in front of us. No mistake. She picked it because it just happened to be the closest one around.
"Do you have a problem?" "Nah, not really a problem, it's just odd?" "Then let us go. Remember to materialize yourself." She was unstoppable. In the end, Bazett paid for food coupon in a snap, got a gyuudon a miso soup for two, gobbled it down in 3 minutes flat, and went outside.
"...? So there was a problem?" "... A kind of a combination of being a problem and being weirded out. Did your stuff taste any good?" "There was a large amount. The soup was excessive. However, the time to prepare it is less than 1 minute. I find that wonderful. Let us use that store from now on." That's all she had to say about it. She could get away with having meal time be nothing more than a way to get nutrition. Unrefined and unreasonable was what it was.
We took a look at the base of one of the known Masters. We discovered that no one was inside after a thorough investigation.
"Avenger, can you dissable the lock on the gate?" "Hmm....well, I might be able see how if it works if it's a simple one, but you'd be able to do it for sure. You're the great magus from the Association after all." "Lock picking is not among one my specialities. I will entrust this to you."
And that's why I ended up doing it. My Master is weak at this kind of delicate work apparently. Made for total violence, she was.
"Ok, then. I've been entrusted. Give me some time, this one's going to be a little tough."
I shoved my arm into the root of the tree buried in the garden to the side of the door. Astral bodies are useful for stuff like this. Sorcery could be overlayed on my own circuits somehow.
"Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!????? Wh-wh-what the hell are you doing lady!?"
She just plain out kicked the whole fucking thing open to oblivion!
"I am raiding. Cover me."
That was her excuse. No, that wasn't even an explanation and more importantly this wasn't a raid. Bazett put on her leather gloves and without hesitation charged into the enemy's base.
Unrefined and unreasonable and lazy was truly what it was.
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Re: Hollow V: Heaven's Feel Backnight 3 « Reply #6 on Jan 3, 2006, 11:33pm »
Last bit. I never want to do this again. I guess the Dead Bridge arc is next? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -- ".........." We finally reached the park. Physically, I was a little tired, but mentally I was very exhausted. If I dematerialize, I would be able to cut the physical fatigue, but since I can't do that, I had to walk on my bare materialized feet. "Water, water......" I was heading for the park fountain. There were drops of white liquid on the road starting from the top of the hill to where I am now. In other words, it was the leftovers of the milk that I was soaked with. "Hey. Don't move away. We're on the same side right? Master, come closer." I swiveled around. ".....phh!" Whoah. Bazett's laughing. "....Ok, look. This happened because my Master didn't think before she acted. I'm looking like this because I jumped in harm's way to save your ass. Oh and by the way, the one who told me not to use that mansion's tub or some other places' and came all the way down here is because you told me to." So I followed all of her instructions and this is my reward? What is she, the princess of England?
"Oh, I am grateful. If you had not saved me, I would have been soaked in milk." Like hell you are. Shit. I think I'm going to give her a big hug to not leave her out on the fun.
"What is the matter Avenger? The water is that way. Perhaps milk got in your eye?" I am so going to kill you. If we're going to do things cow related, I want to give "bull vs. matador" a try. Then again, there is no way I'd ever catch that walking weapon.
"Pht. Ah, shit. I should have ignored that trap. Nuts, missed an event. ....No seriously, I did lose out on beholding the wonderful scene of an unlovable woman like Master drowning in milk!" "Avenger. I order you as your Master, shut up and wash your body now."
"Ok", I said and went to remove the filth from my body. Once the excess is removed, I can dematerialize. When I was covered with that milk, my body was forced to materialize while dematerialization was disabled. Could have been an anti-Servant trap but it might have had a more dramatic effect on a normal body. Anyway, we didn't find anything worthwhile in that Mansion, and on the way out (it is activated when intruders leave I bet), we set off the trap on the entranceway.
"...But, why milk? Don't tell me there's some kind of believe about animal tits being wards in this country. Didn't think so. I'm seriously thinking this is just supposed to be a prank, ain't it."
"Maybe, maybe not. It is a merciful one, however. You are lucky that it was new, fresh milk, eh, Avenger?" She tried to find the good points to this while smothering her laughter. That's not what the problem is, lady.
We continued our patrol. To kill the monsters and to find the Masters. Bazett wandered the city under the pretense of both. What a roundabout way of doing things. This wasn't to win the war. Bazett was looking for something else. The fact that Bazett herself didn't realize that was what was roundabout.
She's anxious because she can't totally forget that. Makes me want to have a certain idiot, who forgot about his own power, to follow her example.
".........." She's acting a little strange. Maybe she had some bad experiences in a bay. After looking at the sea for some time,
"Avenger. We have fought many Masters. The Servants accounted for are Saber, Archer, Caster, Rider, Assassin, and you. The only enemies that we have yet to encounter directly are the Master and Servant of the Einzbern." "Yeah that'd be right. Of course, I'm not really happy that so far there's been nothing but black marks."
"......Yes. We have yet to have one sure victory. No matter how exceptional the familiar a Servant may be, this should not happen." Bazett grinded her teeth. That wasn't from the pain of defeat, but because her mind was trying to rouse herself up.
"I know that I am being apprehensive, but I would still like to hear your opinion." ....Do you, do you think we can win? It is a fact that we are inferior in strength, but if we continue like this, one of these days we..."
One of these days we should win the war, is what her eyes were asking.
We're losing because we don't have enough experience. If Bazett uses me a little for fighting and if I told her my real Noble Phantasm, there is no Servant we can't defeat.
...A victory pattern of sorts is going to be picked up anyway whether or not we want one or not, so I really don't need to tell her now, but...
"One of these days we'll stop losing. But before that. Master, you're using "we" instead of "I" now for this talk about winning."
I just had to point that out because I found it amusing.
"Ah.....no, I, did I? I, I didn't mean that consciously, but..." "Now that's interesting. So, you're trust me unconsciously, is that it? What, is this love? Can I interpret that as love growing towards me as a friend?"
"D-don't be ridiculous. So, what proof do you have that we will not lose? Tell me honestly, without hiding anything."
"I don't have proof yet, but there will be results eventually. You've got a trump card that can take out Servants right? Just like that, I've got a trump card that'll stop a Servant for a little while. With this much, the rest is up to how we deal them. We'll work on the timing for that from now on."
"Trump card...? Do you have multiple Noble Phantasms?" "Nope, I only have one. Resurrection, well...that's not me, that's an ability that got added on later when I became Angra Mainyu. My Noble Phantasm is a copy of Avesta, you see. I'll tell you more when we go back home."
Avesta is a support-type Noble Phantasm that records events by its own volition. Basically on the level of an automatic typewriter. Absolutely useless in a fight too. The advantages are that it is able to put into words indescribable emotions and emotions that one isn't aware of. A Noble Phantasm that was incapable of harming anyone befitted the name of Avester, the book that inscribes all things correctly. My Noble Phantasm, yeah, it was just a little bit of an imitation of that, but...
"Anyway, if you want to stop losing, you're going to have to get serious too. In combat, you're the best of the Masters. It's possible for you to defeat a Servant with your bare hands if something goes wrong, so what's with the low self-esteem?"
"....That is....true.... I have no intention of losing even if I am dealing with Servants, except all I can do is fight. I believe that I am the worst of the Masters in other skills."
"So what? There's nothing wrong with that. Hrrm, wonder why you're feeling guilty about being tough. Pretty damn ugly, that kind of attitude I mean." "Wha. I, I don't feel guilt, not at all. I have no feelings nor regret towards any of those I have killed."
"Oooh, that's reassuring, iron woman. Keep fighting with that attitude. 'Course, if you go overboard, I'm going to look pretty dumb. Lady, as you are right now, you're 10 times stronger than me, you know."
"Y, yes, I am well aware of that. After all, on the first day I painfully experienced just how useless you are in a battle." "Right, right. Oh yeah, but when it comes down to a human killing competition, I'm number one. Natural inclinations, you see. ....Oh wait, I'm not number one. I'm either second or third."
"? There's a better murderer than you?" "Yep, that's right. There's this dog and spider. These guys you see..I just can't keep up with them no matter what I do. I can match up in quality but speed? Speed's on a different level.
Never ever got into a competition with them or even met them, but I understood it as a hard to alter fact. This was just like how a spider can spin a web from the moment of birth. I learned that was how the rules were from the point I was called Angra Mainyu.
"Hm. So as an Epic Spirit you are bound by the condition of "not being able to win in speed", I see. Avenger. You told me that you are called Angra Mainyu, but that should not be your true name. What was the name that you had when you were alive?"
"I told you I didn't know. I said I don't have one. If Angra Mainyu is too hard for you to pronounce, you can call me Angra if you want."
"That cannot be true. You should be able to remember your own name. ....I take that back. I of all people should not be the one to be saying this. However, a name is the beginning of everything. A name given at the moment of birth, if you think about it, is the expression of one's life. If you cannot remember, you should not be able to whistle with that kind of ease."
"Damn, you're dense. Get this, I have "no" name. It was taken from me when I was treated as a hero. Back where I came from, curses if nothing else were first rate goods. My name was stripped from me by curses so I don't know what birth name I was called by. Even if you tell me to remember, that record just doesn't exist anywhere in the world anymore."
A name, if you think about it, is your own life, huh. That's song tongue of yours, Bazett. I can't stand sit back and lose to her, so I guess I'll tell her a few things.
This is a common, old story. In it, there is a man whose life is saved by his friend. To save the man, that friend died. The man took the name of the friend who died to save him, and from then on, saved the lives of many. This was to give what remained in the world after, his deeds, his life, everything, to his friend who had wagered his life for him.
This wasn't a story with a happy ending, not at all. To get to the point, that man died long ago when he swore to lie about his own name and use his friend's"
"Then, your birth name is no longer...." "Doesn't exist, nope. But I like the name I have now since I've been called this longer than my birth name. I've got some attachment to it and it's got a homely feel to it."
"I see. You have lost your birth name, but the following name was one that you have grown fond of as you became a hero. Even if it is a title, it is a name that gained daily applause. Of course, you would like it. ...Forgive me. I must apologize to you. I came to a hasty conclusion and ended up showing you unwanted pity."
"Mm.....well, you don't have to worry about that, and it's nothing to apologize about."
It's ok to come to a hasty conclusion but pity's bad. If you're going to pity me, come back with love instead. PLEASE LOVE ME, that's it.
"Well, as a penalty, let's put the spotlight on you next. A name's a life right? Your full name sounds like a big deal, there's got to be some big stories along with it." "M-my stories when I was younger? Ah, no, why not stop here. They would only bore you. There is nothing that you would enj-"
"Hey, it's ok, even they are boring. See, you're apologizing aren't you Master? Don't worry, as long as it's something I haven't heard yet, it's interesting to me." ".....I understand. It really is true that the source of disasters is the mouth, I see."
That's absolutely right. Oh yeah, most myths have something god happening after a disaster. It'd be nice if my Master would get that kind of special reward too.
"That is all there is to my work record. Are you satisfied?" "....Well, I got an objective understanding of it."
-Bazett's story told only the straight truth. Bazett's family came from an ancient magus lineage, starting back as far as the age of gods apparently. They were originally great rune house that served the gods and were granted a special ritual that the other lineages didn't have.
You could say they were the super-elite. Except, they set themselves up in the middle of nowhere and they didn't have anything that could be called a clan. Elite, but elites without fortune or fame. Only prestige was up in the highest classes, but the reality of what made that up was a country training hall dedicated only to barely passing on the "ritual" to one child in the family in each generation.
Bazett, the successor to that house, strove to learn that "ritual" since she was born, and reproduced that ritual as if it was nothing just like her ancestors. "Gods Holder." A sorcery trait that was passed down continuously since the age of the gods, different from magic circuits. ...To think it was able to last for thousands of years...that's a shock. Yeah well, from what I heard, it wasn't so much from the genes of the bloodline, but from a virus that was living in a particular something that was kept for generations; something like that.
Bazett, who finished her training and gained the name Fraga, didn't say why she joined the Mage Association. I could figure out anyway even if she didn't talk about it. Basically she wanted to train herself in front of many people to over the pressure of guilt. Bazett ignored her parent's objections and contacted the Association. The Association invited the unexpected the new nobility into their ranks. The Association welcomed their new comrade, one that passed the lost arts and Bazett was invited into the Mage Association with much fanfare.
However. What waited for her was a welcoming that was just a welcoming by form. Didn't look like there was a place in the Association for Bazett. Magi are very conscious of competition despite an exclusivist lot. The Mage Association, which has protected its authority for hundreds of years, was a place of power struggles rife with scheming on the inside. They want the power to appeal to the outside, but on the inside, newcomers that shine to brightly are worse than incompetent underlings.
Basically. There hasn't been a seat for a new house to sit in for centuries in the Mage Association.
Even so, Bazett tried her best. Overdoing herself even for the Association where she was unwanted, she would be smoked just because she showed results, be treated as a tumor-like authority figure. In the end, the Association would send her to the front lines to get rid of her.
The sealing enforcers. The job of the Mage Association's prized crazies, the equivalent of the Holy Church's heretic inquisitors, the "Mediators".
A sealing order refers to the restraining, capture, and lifetime confinement of those uniquely gifted magi and those magi that broke a taboo under the name of "protection." Bazett was chosen to be one of them. The rest is simply flying around the world solving problems, obeying the orders of the Association for years probably. Doesn't get the equivalent reward for all of that, but she's still faithful to her job.
That was the background of Bazett Fraga McRemitz. There's a lot that I want to make jabs at, but the point I want to do it to the most would be,
"Y'know, there's absolutely no men in it at all. Just sorcery? Give me a break. What, don't you have a boyfriend in your hometown?" "I do not nor do I feel the need to have one." "Don't need one, what the hell? Even if you don't need one, they're there normally. Where's the daily fun without one?"
"I am used to solitude. I am not sad nor am I lonely. Even if I cannot fill in the feeling of lacking something, I can keep on moving along." "Ah........." This looks severe. Need or don't need, lonely or sad, lacking something or your other half; what a bunch of nonsense. This lady, she's never had a man in her life.
"Mm....hey, are you a virgin?"
I was looking at my partner very seriously. Just like how a squirrel would nibble on a walnut. With honesty, with diligence, and sometimes with sharpness.
"Ugh........" Master inched a half-step back.
".....I, I have had some work-related experience, but I do not understand the point of the question. That kind of matter, I don't think it has anything to do with the Heaven's Feel." Ah, it does. Now it's mighty fine of you to think that way, but I wasn't messing with you just for fun's sake. I messed with you for fun's sake because there's some connection to it.
"No, there is a relation. I'm talking about whether you're strong as a human being. Master, you shouldn't overlook love. It is the strongest motivating factor in behavior."
Ok, vengeance is pretty strong too, but after that's done with, there's nothing left in the end. Explosive power is strong, but it doesn't offer much of a future so its overall power is weak.
"I, I don't understand your point. What I do know is that you are making fun of me. Angra Mainyu, I have had enough of your non-"
"Hey, this is serious stuff. I'm talking about love, you know love? Among the most powerful while being a basic emotion. Human beings can become strong because of love, right? That building block has fallen out of you for one reason or another. Since I'm fighting with you, I was a little interested." I gave her a serious answer. "........." She also listened to it seriously.
"I-I cannot trust you. Your love is the wicked sort. A-and first of all, this sort of topic should not be talked about so lightly."
It'll lower its value, huh? Another charming comment eh.
"Why's that? It's ok not to take it all that seriously, not as if it's something to be embarrassed about. 'Please love me'; that isn't the emotional expression you say when you're lonely. You say that when you want to have more fun when you're already having fun. 'I love you'. That's a common greeting. Or is it that you don't like all of the people you meet? If that's the case, it's you that's making enemies."
"Fine. I will take that advice into consideration. ...For a boy, you sure are a smooth talker."
"Well, thank you. Thing is I might act like a brat, but I'm not a kid. Ok, doesn't make me an adult either."
I had stopped being a child, is what I meant simply.
"Is that so. You look like a normal noisy juvenile delinquent to me. One that is 5 years younger than me." "Oh? Master, how old are you?" "Twenty-three years old. What about it?" (sound of wind blowing) "Get out of here!? You're that young!? I thought you were almost 30!?" Whoops. "Kill me" meter is heading into critical mass.
".....Amusing. And what made you think that, Avenger?"
Yep, the mouth really is the source of all disasters.
"...I mean, your history on your own sounds pretty long. You're too used to your job, right? Just try telling me when you moved out into the adult world." "........ It was when I was 15, but I do not think that it was too early. As I have been training until that time, there was no problem in terms of ability."
"...Uh huh. So from that point on, you've been wearing that costume, huh. I see. Yeah, I can see how 23 years of that can stiffen somebody up."
Now it made sense. The armor she was wearing was a masterpiece seasoned by years of service.
"Were you listening to what I was saying? I said my career is 8 years long." "That's the number of years you've been wearing that armor. What I meant was your inept war record. ...Jeez, if on average a person's childhood is 10 years, that would make you already 30 years old."
"So because you were already 10 when you were born, and add that in, that'd put you over the big Three-Zero, wouldn't it. Fifteen years older than the current me, eh. That's quite the....? Hrm...? Hey, so my gut instincts about you being closer to 30 were right." I nodded gruffly. I think she was fed up with me to the bottom of her heart. Bazett stood there without saying a word.
"Breaktime is over. Let us return to the city and continue the investigation." "Gotcha. Let's backtrack as we usually do." I walked ahead of Bazett.
".....Are you inferring that I am an idiot?" "Huh? That's because you are an idiot."
It wasn't bad in terms of balance. A brat that stopped being a kid. An idiot that threw away being a child from the start.
"Eh? Heeeey, Master?"
Bazett stopped in her tracks. She didn't move an inch. Maybe she found something.
"What, find anything interesting Master?" I approached her while scratching my head. .....ah.
"....I wonder what is wrong with me. I hate to admit it, but is as you say, Angra Mainyu. I am an idiot. To be said that so straightly, I cannot completely deny it."
She said with a natural tone of voice.
".....What. Nobody ever told you before?" "No. There had not been anyone around me like you that would say things directly."
This woman has absolutely no luck. There are plenty of good men that would say that much, yet you just didn't have the luck to meet any.
"I did not know about this. To have my weakness pointed out by someone means that I have been acknowledged. It was slightly irritating, but I feel more at ease somewhat. ...Yes. Being about this relaxed when I am with you seems just right. After all, it is not worth the stress for only me to be tense."
"......"
There's no use in looking at this. This kind of sight is rare among the scenery that I will eventually grow tired of. I'd only find it here.
"Then shall we be off, Angra Mainyu? We will be going to the industrial region of Shinto next." "Ok, Master. And if you're going to call me by my name, call me Angra. It's long right?"
"? There is not much of a difference between Angra and Angra Mainyu. ....If you would like me to shorten it, then I will call you by Angra, but I feel it does feel too normal a name. It is a common name and does not seem right for an Epic Spirit."
"Stop worrying about weird stuff. ...Huh. Oh yeah, you'd be concerned about it. Master's name isn't a normal one, eh. Would have been better if you were in my position....oh wait, they're both masculine names weren't they."
Yeah, bland names like Angra, Henry, and so on, are cuter when compared to Master's. The name Bazett is very ugly. Kind of sharpish, or lacking in femininity are some of the ways to describe it.
"....Angra Mainyu. I thought I told you that a person's name is their life. I take it that you are you prepared for the consequences of turning one into a joke?" "No, no maam. Don't have any of that preparation or any complains about Master's name, no maam." "Very good. I forbid talking about this from now on."
So with that said, we danced back to the city of the Holy Grail. The night patrol was well...fun in a way. I understood a little the feeling of continuing this for days and days.
Just understanding of it does not mean that I can possess anything.
The night will continue forever as long as she wishes it to. The woman that I am contracted to is unconsciously trying to making this battle go on longer. A repetition without end and continuation.
The light will one day disappear, regardless. Even if the form remains, the tin will dull out. No matter how bright, something that has already been seen before does not have the light of birth.
Just like an eclipse. Blackened, never to shine again.
"......, Sigh."
I'm acting like an idiot. Thinking of whose wish this was won't change a thing.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -- PS: The dog and spider = Primate Murder and ORT.
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