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Radiant Fields

A territory directly east of the city of Avalon. The Radiant Fields are home to a number of small villages that enjoy the protection of the Radiant Order. Many of the villagers here immigrated from the Western Mainland after the collapse of the Hangurian Freehold; they have brought with them culture and traditions to the war-torn lands of Tobusekai. The villages here enjoy surplus crops because of the lush land they live off of.
 

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Coming from Pale of Settlement

Touched down on more foreign soil, Ozymandias thanked the captain for his service, manifesting a gleaming hawk out of his own chakra. Large enough for him to easily sit on its back, he mounts the beast, and it takes to the air. He would observe the lands from above, dismounting and exploring whichever place seemed the most promising.

Type: Offensive / Defensive / Supplementary
Rank: D – S
Range: Short – Long
Chakra: 10 – 40 (-10 per turn)
Damage: 20 – 80
Description: Hand of Anubis allows the user to create familiars composed of Dendera Light in either it’s flame-like or plasma-like state. These familiars are controlled by the user, acting as minions to serve various purposes on the battlefield. Their shape and size are at the behest of the user, and can be made to fight directly alongside the user as smaller humanoid figures or as larger beings, up to the size of the Great Stone Golem, and can be shaped according to the user’s desire. These familiars are able to utilise Dendera Light techniques up to their own rank (e.g. an A-Rank familiar can only use A-Rank Dendera Light or below). Due to being composed of the element itself, they are capable of utilising techniques of Dendera Light on the level of an Apex Handseal specialist. The familiars themselves are able to passively shape certain parts of themselves into appendages resembling weapons etc, even after they have manifested. Additionally, the user is capable of manifesting these familiars around his person, similarly to that of Susano’o, with the user floating in the chakra anywhere in the body of said familiar. Unless otherwise stated, the user will always be located in its head. Familiars of B-Rank and higher require seals (B - 1 , A - 2 , S - 3) and all usages above B-Rank can last up to four turns at maximum. Once an S-Rank usage of this technique ends, this technique cannot be used again for one turn to create a familiar above A-Rank strength. S-Rank usages can be performed thrice per battle.



Travel Itinerary: #206 -> #207 -> #212 -> #217 -> #222 -> #229 -> #231 -> #238 -> #239 -> #243 -> #244 -> #250

Departing #206 (Radiant Fields) at 3:55am (17/7/19)

#207: 4:55am - 5:55am
#212: 5:55am - 6:55am
#217: 6:55am - 7:55am
#222: 7:55am - 8:55am
#229: 8:55am - 9:55am
#231: 9:55am - 10:55am
#238: 10:55am - 11:55am
#239: 11:55am - 12:55pm
#243: 12:55pm - 1:55pm
#244: 1:55pm - 2:55pm

Arriving at #250: 2:45pm - 3:45pm
 

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Coming from #205, Avalon.




With the great citadel of Avalon still in sight, Shirō maintained his frantic dash, following the simple direction the Knight previously stated; North-East. So long as the Citadel was still within his sight, he knew he hadn't overshot Kuwana, and thus there was a chance for him to do something about it. Though he was compelled by a singular force which drove him forward, his mind raced with all manner of thoughts. These "Cultists" for example, who were they, or what was their end goal? Why would they attack an unremarkable Village, especially one so close to Avalon? Recalling the Map within Agravain's chamber, Shirō noted there were several colored pieces, the most prevalent kind, white pieces, most likely being Radiants, and a single grey piece off the North east coast of Avalon, which was undoubtedly an outside party, or some independent faction. Perhaps there was some island off the coast where they reside, or maybe it was a ship carrying a large number of personnel, and had simply caught the Radiant's attention. That left the veritable army of black pieces to the East, which Shirō now believed were indicators for Cultist-controlled areas, but none were even remotely as close to Avalon as this attack. There must have been a reason for this, whether it be out of desperation, or a newfound courage due to a bolstering of numbers. Shirō didn't know, nor did he care. They were in trouble, and that's all that mattered.

After an hour or two of non-stop sprinting, worries consuming him with every forced step. Would he make it in time? Will they be gone by now? Would anyone even be alive at this point? What if there were still Cultists in Kuwana? Would he spare them, or kill them? What if everyone had just been slaughtered, and that young woman was the only survivor? What if everyone was gone? He had no idea how these Cultists operated, yet ran off all the same, with no info on how to fight them. So many dark thoughts crossed his mind, he had to constantly refocus himself, and remember that he was neither Kiritsugu, nor the man who assaulted Enzō. His intention at the moment was not to punish these Cultists, but answer an innocent woman's plea for help. As he started to see more rural, field like land, he knew he was heading in the right direction. Checking behind him to ensure he hadn't overshot the Village once more, he still saw the Citadel in all it's glory. Before him however, he caught the faintest glimpse of a widespread flickering light. Changing from a frenzied dash to a more cautious approach, he saw the source of this erratic light; a house set ablaze, releasing a high stack of smoke. He was surprised he hadn't noticed it before, but upon closer inspection, he was sure he had made it to Kuwana. He couldn't make out much from a distance, only the burning building, and a few others that the flames hadn't spread to yet. As he got closer however, he could make out sounds of sobbing and screams of fear and anger amongst the roaring flames, and crackling of a home collapsing under it's own compromised weight. Realizing he wasn't too late, Shirō realized that if he arrived, guns blazing, he might make things worse, so he took a more subtle approach than his arrival to the point. It helped that he was partially concealed by the cover of night, but that same benefit was granted to his enemy, and as they were described in Ardbert's robes, they wore dark robes, making them harder to spot in dark environments. Given that they were here to attack, or otherwise assault this Village, and not to plan some ambush, it was unlikely he would have to be on alert. Entering the Village was easier than expected, as there weren't any figures acting as sentries. In fact, Shirō found almost no resistance as he approached the center of the Village. It wasn't until he tilted his head around one final home that he found the source of the cries and sobs. It seemed as though the entire Village had been gathered within the central portion of Kuwana, and forced to their knees, as a number of cloaked figures stood guard. Mother's were clutching children tight, while men did their best to comfort their spouses, but not a dozen feet from the crowd of scared Villagers were a small pile of bodies. He couldn't be sure from the distance, but they all looked like older men, somewhat built. As the ground around the pile was stained with blood leading away from it in haphazard directions, it was clear that they weren't killed here, for example as a show of force. They had no doubt tried to fight back as the Cultists assaulted the Village, but were evidently unable to defend their homes, and were slaughtered as a result. The reasons for their display then were few, but the most likely was to be as an example of what would happen to those who resist... The rage within him began to boil over, but with so many innocent people being held ransom, if he tried to save them as they were, some would no doubt be caught in the crossfire. That wasn't good enough. So many had been needlessly murdered, seemingly just for defending their home. Shirō wouldn't accept anything less than the complete rescue of everyone who was left, so he waited for an opportunity to present itself... He wouldn't have to wait long, as a more distinguished figure soon arrived, the air around him being far more refined, and charismatic. For starters, he wore no hood, nor did he seemingly feel the need to hide his identity. He probably thought himself untouchable in the current situation, so he felt no need to conceal himself, after all, these were but mere farmers. No need to use caution when it concerned simple civilians, right? Shirō was sickened at this figures cowardice... If he didn't have his underlings surrounding the Village, and keeping them down, his expression would definitely lose it's smugness... But even with this new arrival, Shirō still lacked an opening to do something about it, as the robed figures kept their tight perimeter around the crowd. He bit his tongue, and bid his time... As he awaited his golden opportunity, he overheard a pair of Cultists talk amongst themselves in hushed whispers, as to not disturb the surreal air that now permeated the simple Village.

"What happened to that woman?"

"Which one?"

"Which one do you think, idiot?! The one who bolted when that guy screamed for her to get help!!"

"Oh, that one... She... She got away."

"Shit... Better tell the boss..."

"Should I do it?"

"Well I'm not the idiot who let her escape, am I?!"

With a hesitant glance, and an audible gulp to swallow his fear, the robed figure gingerly approached the man who had just arrived, shaking with every step. As he reached the "boss", he leant into the man's ear, who kept the same regal stance, even as his underling gave him the dire news that word had no doubt reached Avalon of their deeds. As that clam, snide facade cracked ever so slightly, a tinge of anger revealing itself at the news that they would soon be surrounded by Knights of Avalon, or be blessed with the sight of a Knight Radiant themselves. With a sense of urgency, yet seemingly a belief in the power of showmanship, the figure calmly addressed the cowering masses, as a thunderous clap emanated from his hands, startling most everyone present, even his own allies;

"Silence, if you please!!"

The frantic, directionless fear that had been soaking and stewing away within the crowd suddenly focused on this one individual, like a spotlight on the main act, a fact that heavily amused the figure, as a wry smile crept along his face. Clearly, he was used to being the center of attention, and loved every second of it. His slimy countenance's infuriating expression only rivaled by the pride he took in allowing these Villagers a reason for their collective fear.

"Now, I have been informed that one of you has managed to escape my ally's admittedly less than dexterous hands. This is truly saddening, not because your friend, neighbor, or significant other has managed to evade our grasp, and thus shall miss out on the festivities for this evening, but because it means that we shall probably have less time than I had hoped with which to get... 'Acquainted" with you all. This, as you are more than aware, is due to the fact that Knights from that abominable structure to the South West shall be upon us in due time, so time shall be of the essence from this point on. Now, please, be safe in the knowledge that this isn't any fault of yours, you simple, fragile creatures, as it's only natural that you reject a truth you don't understand, yet. Even as you cower before the Face of the truth, you shall not be punished because of it. Your nature is no fault of your own after all, but it is that nature that we wish to 'correct'."

As confused mutterings began to emerge from the Villagers, the figure clapped once more, this time with a more scornful motion, with his face twisting menacingly to indicate his growing frustration. In a flash though, he dropped it, returning to his forced smile once more, as he continued.

"Oh my. I haven't even introduced myself, and yet I expect manners from the lot of you. How silly of me. Please, allow me to correct this grave faux pas on my part. *Ahem* You may call me Lucien, and I am here to provide you miserable animals with the opportunity to embrace the radiance of the true Mother of this world."

Suddenly from somewhere within the crowd, a young man cried out;

"We don't want anything to do with the insanity you murderers are selling, so get the **** out of our home, and don't come back!!"

As a pair of Cultists from the perimeter guard started to sift their way through the crowd, intent on finding the dissident and bringing him before Lucien, the leader simply raised a hand, telling them to return to their positions.

"Oh? That's quite unfortunate, for I haven't even told you about our once in a lifetime opportunity, so please save any and all comments for the end."

It was becoming increasingly clear that with every interruption that Lucien grew further frustrated, and he was reaching his boiling point, just as Shirō was reaching his at the horrific sight before him. After a few moments of silence, Lucien snapped his fingers, to which each robed figure responded by drawing a dagger concealed within their robes, brandishing them in the open for the people to see. As the fear grew within the Villagers, Shirō began to bleed, biting through his lip, and his fists shook with an unbridled rage, kept only in check by the fact he was certain he'd have his opening soon. Lucien continued;

"This is far more rushed than I hoped, but we shall now commence the 'Recruitment' effort. In a moment, my robed fellows here shall start to repeatedly stab you all one by one until death, starting with the Villagers nearest to them, from oldest to youngest, until all of the 'Villagers of Kuwana' are no more. If you truly wish to live, you have my permission to bow your heads in reverence, and beg for my forgiveness for your disgusting humanity, and ask me to join our ranks!! If not, you can follow your fellow Villagers in the pile before you, and await your fate. If you truly wish to reject your disgusting nature, please be quick and don't waste this opportunity, for my allies are very eager to start, and I only have so much generosity to spare, as the sight of all of you is making increasingly ill. And to show you my sincerity at this matter..."

Lucien pulled his own blade out from within his clothes, and drove it through the neck of the robed man who had allowed the young woman to escape. As blood violently vacated the severed neck, splattering Lucien's face and clothes, his expression didn't change a single bit as he resumed.

"A valued position has just been made available to any interested parties."

As the crowd grew more and more hysterical, Lucien couldn't help but smirk uncontrollably, as though this was as joyous to him as these people's happy ending when the Knights Radiant stormed the Village, and saved them. As the robed figures drew closer, one man, the same one who had cried out earlier, stood up, and rushed at Lucien, small knife in hand, aiming to drive it into the empty cavity that once occupied this mans heart. None of the robed Cultists attempted to stop him, or even flinch at his act, instead, the youth made it all the way to Lucien, while his mother cried out for him to stop. To everyone's surprise, his attack struck true, and found purchase within Lucien's chest, yet despite an expected expulsion of air from his lungs due to the impact, Lucien didn't otherwise react to being stabbed in the chest. in fact, he was entirely nonchalant about the whole ordeal, as though this experience was as familiar to him as breathing. Placing a hand on the shaking youth's hand, Lucien pulled the hand away, revealing that he had indeed been stabbed, before embracing the young man, then throwing him to the ground.

"FANTASTIC!! I was hesitant that any of you simpleminded beasts had a backbone, but please, color me surprised!!
So, are there any other takers? No?!"


"Sir, shall we kill this one?"
asked one Cultist now holding the young man in a tight grip.

"Don't be absurd. This one shows spirit, and besides, He said to bring back any who tried to resist.
That young man may very well make an excellent ally, given time, and a proper education."

As Lucien stared out over the huddled crowd, he pulled the kitchen knife from his chest, the cutting instrument barely stained with blood at all, and there seemingly being little to no wound, the crowd let out a collective gasp. Seeing no one else willing to fight back, Lucien waved a hand exclaiming;

"It seems as though this one was an aberration, so dispense with the rest. Leave none alive, then let's get out of here, before the Knights swoop down upon us. We're so close to the end, so to stumble with the finish line in sight, that would surely be a tragedy."

All at once, the robed figures who had been intentionally holding themselves back to see if anyone else had the guts to stand up for their Village, lives, or whatever reason they saw worth fighting for, began enthusiastically approaching the gathered crowd, who rose to their feet, as a number withing started screaming. Shirō, who by this point had bitten through his lip, would stand by no longer. It seemed as though all the Cultists being solely focused on the Villagers, while Lucien casually strolled away was as close to an opening as he would get... Diving out into the opening from around the cover of the building that he had been using as cover, Shirō channeled Chakra into his hands, and as a flash of light suddenly burst forth from behind Lucien, forcing the Cultists closest to Shirō to turn out of shock and hesitation, flinching in their duties to strike at the Villagers, he took his chance.

(Kingusugureivu ♕ Busōko) Kingsglaive ♔ Armiger Arsenal
Type: Supplementary/ Offensive/ Defensive
Rank: B-Rank
Range: Short (Portal Creation/ Orbit) Short - Long (Projectile)
Chakra: 20 (Activation) 5 (Per Turn Active)
Damage: 5 - 40 (Depending on the severity of an injury)
Description: The user starts by performing the Seal of Confrontation, drawing blood, channeling Chakra into their hand(s) and performs the Summoning Jutsu for a "Pact" they have with a distant, isolate Land engulfed in boundless armaments. However, instead of Summoning the weapons themselves, the user creates small Space/ Time Portals (similar to the kind formed in "(Doton: Nentsuchi Otoshi) – Earth Release: Sticky Earth Drop"), after which they use Shape Manipulation to mould the shape of these portals, making their general shape identical to that of the weapon the user wishes to Summon. This is done due to the sheer scope of the available arsenal, requiring the user to shape the portal to take the same shape as the visualized weapon, with only that weapon capable of "fitting" through that portal, like cutting a key for a lock. Since these portals are composed entirely of the user's Chakra, they are practically weightless, and their positioning can be controlled by the user at will, allowing the user complete control over their "arsenal" in this state. The number of Portals the user can maintain at any given time is limited to a max of 8, with the user able to freely manipulate the number of portals active at no additional cost. Because of it's massive scope, the user can draw from a virtually infinite arsenal, summoning different styles of weapons from the same type of weapon (For example, in regards to summoning a sword, one has options such as a long-sword, broadsword, rapier, falchion, katana, ninjato, etc, for this one type of weapon, with this example applying to all forms of weapon types). Once the user has selected and summoned their weapons, and have their "arsenal" orbiting their person, they can start to utilize these weapons in combat. Once the portals are directly interacted with, the corresponding weapon is automatically pulled through whether that's into the user's hand, or to deflect incoming projectiles, etc. In the case of the user directly wielding the weapon, this allows them to use the weapon as though they were physically carrying and transporting it, however, as soon as the weapons leave the user's hand/ control, or leave a Short Range radius of the user, the Summoning is immediately undone, reverts the weapon to it's previous state, and returns to orbiting the user with the rest of their arsenal. The only exceptions to this rule are projectiles utilized by ranged weaponry, for example arrows fired from a bow, which are naturally unaffected by this limited range. Finally the user can change the weapons they have with this technique by "visualizing" a different weapon and moulding the portal to fit that weapon, allowing them to switch between various weapons for radical changes in their combat style, however this can only be done on weapons that are not being directly interacted with.

Note: This Jutsu can remain active so long as the user has the Chakra to sustain it. Once deactivated, this technique cannot be used for 2 turns.
Note: Can only be taught by Iᴍᴘᴇяғᴇᴄᴛ.

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As the flash of light molded itself into a definitive form, before instantly solidifying into that of a black steel bow, overflowing with an unnatural aura of wind, Shirō released a single arrow from the ranged weapon, aiming for the hand holding the dagger of the nearest Cultist. As the projectile flew through the air at an alarming rate, striking the blade with absolute precision, it halted its advance, seemingly frozen in the air, before shifting direction, and aiming at the next Cultist's hand, and the blade grasped within. This repeats several more times, each time disarming another Cultist in the process, totaling 4 currently unarmed enemies, but a number of them still remained armed as they advanced on the Villagers, but still, as he had the element of surprise, and had just given an adrenaline fueled group of people the chance to break through the group surrounding them, he liked those odds.

(Fūton: Chokusen to Yajirushi no Pasu) Wind Release: Straight and Arrow Path
Type: Offensive/ Supplementary
Rank: B-Rank
Range: Short - Long
Chakra: 20
Damage: 40
Description: The user starts by infusing Wind Release Chakra into a projectile weapon, typically a Bow and Arrow, but other forms of weapons that fire projectiles are applicable, such as blowguns, crossbows, etc. As they infuse their chosen weapon with the Chakra, they become completely shrouded in a light swirling vortex with a faint green hue. The user then launches the projectile, deliberately aiming off-target as a means of faking-out their true quarry, as the shroud channels from the weapon into the fired projectile. As the infused projectile flies through the air at high speed, thanks to the shroud of Wind reducing wind resistance for the projectile, once it reaches a certain point, usually as it is about to fly past the intended target, the user surges their Chakra, activating the shroud's second effect. The majority of the shroud's presence becomes accumulated at one specific point along the shaft/ body/ etc of the projectile, and immediately releases three bursts of Wind, first to halt/ slow the projectile down, second to change its trajectory, then finally fire the projectile in that direction at top speed. The sudden change in the projectiles trajectory, and the process used to achieve this change, is virtually instant, making it very difficult to track without some form of Chakra Sensory or Dōjutsu but not impossible and harder still to defend against, simply due to the tricky nature of the shot. Finally, the user can either apply the shroud to multiple projectiles, such as knocking multiple arrows on a bow simultaneously, or infuse a single projectile with the ability to change it's trajectory multiple times, but with each additional projectile or infusion into a single projectile, the power of this Jutsu is distributed equally amongst them, to a max of 4 projectiles with 10 power each, or 3 consecutive changes in a single projectiles trajectory. Easily utilized for swift and silent take-downs during covert ops, this technique is also very handy for simply outright shooting the user's targets with a blindingly fast, Chakra infused projectile, and was used by a lone Guardian, and legendary Hero of Justice, who only appeared when the world was drenched in warfare, and on the brink of annihilation.

Note: Can be used a max of 5 times per battle, and only once per turn.
Note: Can only be taught by Iᴍᴘᴇяғᴇᴄᴛ.

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While the arrow streaked through the air, forcing blades out of the hands of the cloaked cretins, he knew the time it would take to nock another arrow would be too long to help those furthest from him, so instead he let go of his bow, as it reverted to a shimmering light-like state, and revolved around him, another shimmering weapon drifted into his field of view, shifting into his grasp all within a mere moment since the arrow had been fired. Leaping into the air, Shirō saw an opportunity to gather the attention of the other Cultist away from the Villagers, while at the same time guaranteeing some answers. Taking a simple long sword, with a plain dual-sided blade, and simple bronze hilt, and aiming for Lucien's leg, wishing to drive the blade through the extremity, and into the ground, effectively pinning him in place. As expected, as the distinguished Cultist gasped in shock, then howled in frustration, looking back at whoever would dare to attack him after he had already declared his victory, he saw, illuminated from behind by the light of the burning house in the distance, Shirō, proudly and defiantly staring back at him with a scowl to match his own, as another shimmering weapon came into view, and several others were intricately orbiting his person. The next weapon to rotate into his hands was a elongated red spear, which he proceeded to throw between the feet of the furthest Cultist from him, and the nearest Villager to that Cultist, exclaiming;

"If you want to live, don't lick at their feet and beg!! Take it yourselves!!"

As the crimson spear flew through the air, it's form shimmered slightly to that of a ghostly crystalline one, as though the resistance from the air itself was fighting a compulsion to revert to it's previous state, but as it embedded itself in the ground, it's form became completely solid once more. As he repeated this process a number of times, each time urging the Villagers to defend themselves, but not kill the Cultists if they could help it, he was soon left with but two weapons; the bow he had used previously, and a pair of dual blades, connected at the hilt to form a longer twin-bladed instrument. As a rallying cry echoed out through the Village, some wielding weapons of Shirō's creation, while others picking up the disarmed Cultists daggers, the Villagers initiated their counterattack as Shirō made a beeline for Lucien, who was wrestling with the sword embedded in his leg, along with the Cultist who had previously been restraining the young man. As he crossed over the Cultist whose throat was impaled by Lucien, he witnessed them desperately trying to keep the wound covered. They were at least smart enough not to pull the dagger from their neck, but without immediate intervention, they would definitely die, and from the look on their face, they didn't want to. Shirō grit his teeth as he continued his dash to Lucien, resolving to help as soon as he could. It was in his nature to help those in need, even if they were an enemy... As he contemplated how he could help the bleeding Cultist, on top of the plethora of other concerns he was juggling in the moment, between the combined powers of Lucien, and his lackey, they managed to pull the blade out from the former's leg in time to turn and meet Shirō head on. For a guy with a hole driven through the lower half of his leg, Lucien was still surprisingly spry, taking the blade from his subordinate, and immediately swinging at Shirō with all the feigned grace and rage he had displayed since he arrived. Shirō immediately responded in kind by grasping on to the individual hilts of Kanshō and Bakuya, meeting Lucien head on in a clash of blades, while Kuwana fought for it's life as their backdrop. Shirō instantly picked up on Lucien's graceful sword style, appearing as though he would be more proficient with a rapier, as he thrust and made arcing slashed, but he seemed to manage just fine with a blade that didn't match his preferred style. As he fought Lucien, unable to fully commit to the clash of blades as his eyes drifted over to the minor skirmishes being held by the Villagers, Shirō watched as one Villager, an elderly gentleman who held one of Shirō's summoned blades out in front of himself as a means of defending from a strike from one of the robed individuals, Shirō noticed his stance was too wide, and the blade held just too low to be effective. Drawing his attention towards that blade, Shirō bade it to return, but not quite as forcefully to actually succeed. As a result, the weapon shifted in the mans hands, as though compelled through divine intervention, pulling it into place so as to divert the dagger, and save the man from a glancing blow. Shirō continued this micro-managing effort as he engaged Lucien, a fact that the latter party quickly picked up on, witnessing these miracles occur so frequently, it simply had to be the work of something beyond these vulgar vermin. Being ever the malicious weasel, he decided to test Shirō's seemingly endless capacity to multitask, throwing himself towards the pair of blades, seemingly prepared to take a blow to land one of his own. Not suspecting this, Shirō tried to pull back before he dealt a more excessive blow than he felt was necessary, and in a blur, Shirō found himself instead staring into the face of one of the Villagers, as Lucien grimly smirked from behind. Staring into the face of the woman who believed she was about to die, and as Lucien quickly approached from behind, Emiya dropped the blade in his right hand, and reaching out, grabbed the woman by the cloth on her left shoulder, yanked back with all the speed and strength he could muster in that moment, he noted that another Villager in the midst of the fray was about to be struck from behind by a Cultist's dagger in confusion of the battle. Taking the blade in his left, Shirō threw it, aiming for the Cultist's hand, maiming it, as precision wasn't an option. Meanwhile, Lucien's approach became more and more alarming, as the woman was still clearly the target of his strike, Shirō did the only thing he thought to do; pulling the woman into an embrace, and leaping back, spinning while he did so, in an attempt to shield the young woman from harm. Surprisingly it worked, and though Lucien's strike was shallow, it caught Shirō, grazing his back, but not to a debilitating sense. As he picked himself and the young woman from the ground, Emiya urged her to take everyone who couldn't fight, and lead them to safety. He would do his best to end this.

(Kumo-Ryū Damashigiri no Jutsu) - Cloud Style Deception Beheading Technique
Type: Offensive
Rank: C
Range: Short
Chakra: N/A
Damage: 30
Description: Using the Body Replacement Technique to feign being attack, the user then takes advantage of their opponent's momentary shock, and charges forward with a lateral sword slash.


As Emiya watched more and more people funnel out through the openings he had provided them, more and more Cultists abandoned the Villagers, and began to approach him. With Kanshō embedded in the hand of a Cultist, and Bakuya currently wedged into the ground, and the rest distributed amongst the remaining Villagers who were mounting their defense, and allowing the majority to escape, Shirō was left with but one weapon, his bow, but considering the circumstances, it wouldn't be of much use at the moment. As a result he decided a change in arsenal would be beneficial. As he reached his hand out, the bow appearing before him like a retainer following his Lord's will, it suddenly exuded a bright flash as it changed to an entirely different weapon. As the bow's curved shape straightened out, and started to form a twisted, gnarled point, Shirō made it clear that he was done accommodating the Cultists. As he urged the rest of the Villages to retreat, asking them to let go of his weapons once they were in the clear. This caused the weapons to revert to their translucent, energy-like form. As they did so, Shirō commanded them all to change form, to reflect the twisted spear he had adopted. Reaching out and wielding it with an uncharacteristic commanding authority, he pointed it squarely at Lucien, and gestured for him to come. As the Cultist who helped remove the blade from his leg arrived at his leader's side, Lucien gave another dark grin, as he exclaimed that he was just in time to finally be of some use. As the Cultist found himself thrown at Shirō, the latter exclaimed that the same trick wouldn't work twice as he started moving to one side, Lucien responded.

"Oh, I know. I just wanted you to see how it felt."

Before he knew what had hit him, Shirō found the robed figure thrown towards with with even more force than before, as a blade protruded from him, the two quickly found themselves skewered together as Lucien threw Emiya's blade through his own comrade. A look of horrified realization came from the Cultist, but it was mixed in with a touch of understanding, that Shirō had to die, at any cost, even his own life. These people were so far beyond saving... It sickened the Hero of Justice to no end, and his patience had finally reached it's limit. Crying out in pain, he reached behind himself, finding the blade of the sword, and grabbing it, pushing it back through the pair, with the instant it was completely dislodged it returned to its original form, to which Shirō had it form the same horrific stake-like weapon. He had enough now to make this work. Throwing the Cultist to one side, Shirō then pointed his spear at Lucien with one hand, shaking it to undo some form of clasp, causing a tattered, burned flag to unfurl, revealing a crest of some description, which revealed a dragon with flame-like wings. As the flag's design became clear, Shirō let out an incantation of some kind;

"This is the roar of a soul overflowing with hatred..."

As he gathered Chakra throughout his body, taking one furious step towards his target, he released a torrent of flames along the ground, which quickly and violently converged on Lucien's position from multiple sides. As they did so, the remaining weapons orbiting Shirō, roughly six or so, were also launched at Lucien's feet, at which point they violently shifted trajectory, and forced their way up, pinning him in place as he was, essentially, burned at the stake, retribution for his criminal acts of violence against Kuwana. Emiya then echoed Lucien's own words, and turned them against him;

"Sorry, but... From the moment you opened that mouth of yours, I knew I wouldn't have any generosity to spare.
Le Grondement de La Haine!!"

The remaining Cultists, stricken with mortal dread, watched in horror as their leader was engulfed in flames, and yet he did not die. Same as with the knife that was plunged into his chest, Lucien didn't seem to perish in the flames, but still let loose a blood-curdling scream. Shirō then turned to the remaining robed figures, most of which flinched at his cold gaze, and began to slowly lay down their weapons, as they assumed the same kneeling position they forced the Villagers to take. After several moments of screams, which amounted to an eternity of suffering for Lucien, Shirō finally stopped supplying Chakra to the flames, and approached, removing the stakes one by one, leaving Lucien to fall helplessly to the ground, heavily scorched, and still alight from being bathed in the flames of Emiya's hatred. As he stared down at the presumably temporarily incapacitated Lucien, and the remaining Cultists, he felt a sharp sudden pang of pain from his abdomen. Lucien's aim was definitely a cut above the rank and file, as was his strength, as he managed to throw it with enough force to piece not just his ally, but also his target. It didn't look to hit anything fatal, but it was still a hindrance, and hurt like hell to boot. But Lucien certainly got more than he gave, so things were square, in a sense. What remained was to restrain the Cultists, and especially their leader, ensure the immediate safety of the Village, specifically by making sure that fire from earlier didn't consume the entirety of Kuwana, then wait for whatever reinforcements Aequitas could gather. Other matters, like the burial of the slain residents would, unfortunately, have to wait until the Cultists had been handed over, and things were relatively back to normal. Shirō then recalled the Cultist who had their throat slit by Lucien, rushing over, Shirō quickly noticed the large pool of blood forming beneath the man, and assumed the worst. Upon closer inspection, he was unconscious, and alive, but not for much longer if left on his own. Preparing himself, both mentally and physically, Shirō put his knowledge of first aid to the test, trying to recall how Kiritsugu would attempt to apply air to such injuries. The irony that his father was more likely to slit throats himself rather than repair them did cross Emiya's mind, but he ignored the sentiment, and instead started by applying pressure to the wound, then pulling the dagger out. Time was off the essence from that point forward, as the blade had acted as a form of stopcock, preventing the man from spilling all the contents of his circulatory system in the minutes since he'd been stabbed, while Shirō fought Lucien. Applying the basest principles of what relevant Medical Ninjutsu he could recall, such as Tekishutsu and Keksuki Gyouko, Shirō minimized the damage done removing the blade, and reduced the loss of blood, as he quickly began using the remaining Chakra from his previous technique to cauterize the wound, as well as his own. It wasn't perfect, but it would have to work, at least for the moment. As the sounds of fighting had stopped completely, more and more of the Villagers began surfacing from the nearby fields, and though resistance was given, they eventually bound the Cultist with tattered ropes, with the exception of the currently stabilized, but still heavily exsanguinated Cultist, who was dragged away from the remaining group, for his own safety. Others began putting out the fire that had begun to spread throughout Kuwana, trying to save as much of it as they could. As an extra precaution, Emiya asked if there was something a bit "sturdier" they could use to hold Lucien, to which one Villager offered up some iron chains from Kuwana's communal tool shed. As Lucien regained consciousness, he witnessed the sight of his underlings, all but one in fact, situated on the ground within the center of Kuwana, just like the Villagers had once been held in captivity. As he jostled around, he instantly noted the additional iron restraints placed upon him, and, surprisingly, felt pride that he apparently warranted such caution. He was accustomed to being the center of attention after all, so this was only natural he would appreciate the extra effort. It was then that he noticed Shirō staring back at them, situated not ten feet away from the group, keeping an intense watchful eye on them, between his feet were the majority of the Cultists daggers embedded in the ground, as he fidgeted with Lucien's, seemingly more intent on keeping his hands occupied than doing anything meaningful with the ornate instrument. Lucien, ever the silver tongued devil, started to shift himself, before attempting to stand, addressing Emiya as he did so;

"My, what an honor this is. To think we would be graced by the presence of a Knight Radia-!!"

Before Lucien could continue his monologue, and fully stand up, he felt a swift rush of wind as the dagger Shirō was previously playing around with rushed past, barely avoiding his face.

"That was a warning shot, and the next one won't be. But I guess we both know it won't do much, will it?

"Ah, you are referring to the attempt from that spirited young man. That was nothing, a mere parlor trick to be frank. Certainly not enough to warrant all of..."
as he gestured to his person, highlighting the chains he was currently drenched in. "This?"

"Even in that state, I'm not convinced you couldn't pull some sly trick, and get away, or try to kill more villagers, or even your own men."

"How is that disappointment anyway? Please tell me we're rid of his incompetency once and for all."

Shirō didn't respond. Instead he simply feigned rage, before picking up another dagger, and began toying with it.

"Splendid. Honestly, we're better off without that filth. He couldn't even catch one little girl, so he was of no use to me."

"Okay, that's enough."

"I'm sorry, did I hit a nerve? Please don't tell me you'd actually stand up for useless trash like that."

"No, I'm just sick of listening to your voice."

Moments later, Lucien found himself gagged, much to his dismay, and anger, screaming expletives as he tried to refuse the muzzle bestowed upon him with great enthusiasm. With the loud mouthed leader taken care of, Shirō returned to his spot adjacent to the group, waiting for the cavalry to arrive. Roughly two more hours passed before the loud clattering of plate mail armor, and the crisp sound of steel swords grinding against their scabbards could be heard, as the Radiant's entered Kuwana prepared for a fight. To their surprise, there was none to be had. The Cultists were secured, and wrangled together in a small group, awaiting the Knight's arrival, and the Radiant's justice. As Aequitas looked on in disbelief that, not only had Shirō made it in time, but also fought them singlehandedly, he was almost proud, until Emiya stood up, and Aequitas noticed him cradling his abdomen. Shirō couldn't do anything but smile awkwardly, knowing that Aequitas' words about needless heroics were partially true. The veteran Knight quickly approached the newcomer to their ranks, fist shaking with anger at his disobedience, and Shirō expected to be rightly clocked in the jaw. But as the Knight stopped just shy of Shirō, and took in the sight of the concerned, yet alive Villagers of Kuwana, he reconsidered assaulting their hero, and instead offered some choice words.

"... You got lucky, newbie. Not everyone can claim the same."

"I couldn't stand by and let something happen. It's who I am."

"I can see that."
he said with a deep sigh of relief, and relaxed his until-now on-edge stance, and decided that things weren't going to get done standing around. "So, was this all of them? How many were killed?"

As a Villager began to call out that there was another Cultist currently restrained in one of the houses, Shirō interjected.

"No, that's all of them. There was one that their leader stabbed, but he didn't make it."

"Leader?"

As Aequitas took a closer look at the group, he noticed the man buried in chains, with his mouth currently full.

"Ah, Leader." snapping his fingers, and pointing at the VIP, he snapped his fingers, and two Knights immediately raised Lucien to his feet, and kept a tight grip on him.

"Be careful, I think that one's immune to physical attacks."

"What, like they pass through him?"

"No, one of the Villagers here stabbed him, and it didn't phase him at all.
I even set him on fire, and even though it did seem to hurt, he was barely affected."


"Oh, Agravain's going to love this. It's not every day he gets a prisoner he can go all out on. So what about the gag? He use any kind of attack that involve his mouth?"

"Nah, he just loves the sound of his own voice."

"A sturdy Cultist who loves to talk? Yeah, you and Agravain are going to be best friends."

Whimpers of fear and dread began to echo out through the Cultists as they were brought to their feet, and the Knights began to march the Cultists back to Avalon.

"So, you coming back? I'm sure the others would love to hear about this one."

"Actually, it just doesn't feel right to me to just leave these people to fend for themselves. I think I'm going to hang around for a day or two. I'll be back once I know they're safe..."
Shirō spoke through another sharp spike of pain from his abdomen, but casually laughed it off, hoping Aequitas would take the hint, and not push the matter.

"Suit yourself, newb-I mean, Shirō. Alright guys, let's get these guys back to Avalon before sun up. Agravain does love a side of torture with his breakfast!"

Shirō waited a good ten minutes after the Knights had left before he approached the Villager who gestured to speak out before, and asked where the remaining Cultist was being held. As the man began to ask why Shirō would do such a thing, he shrugged it off, and said it was a hunch he had. If he was wrong, he could always take the Cultist to Avalon himself, but he had a suspicion that the Cultist would be far more accommodating than the rest of his group, considering his Leader just attempted to kill him. On top of that, sending him to a renowned torturer like Agravain, after the near death experience he just went through, on top of an admittedly sloppy attempt to save his life, it just didn't feel right. So Shirō was willing to stick his own neck out, and hope the Cultist would be willing to talk. The Villager was visibly angry, but acquiesced, leading Emiya to a house a couple of dozen yards from the Village square. As Shirō slowly opened the door, the Villager gave him a look of concern, tapped his shoulder, and left.

The room was dark, with no light source being immediately visible, but Shirō could make out the figure currently laying down on the bed, their arms still tied behind their back. Upon inspection, they were breathing, but it was very shallow. With no tools or resources with which to improve his condition any, Shirō could only pull up a chair, and wait for the figure, still clad in their dark robes, to awaken naturally. Time passed incredibly slowly, as each twitch, or splutter was followed by Shirō sitting up straight, and awaiting some kind of measurable response, only to find it was a reflex, or attempted at a more labored breath. As the hours rolled by, Shirō kept an ear on the comings and goings of Kuwana, in case something occurred that would require his intervention, but things were relatively quiet, all things considered. With frightened children assured the danger was over, and put to bed, the youths and adults did their best to collect their thoughts, and restore some semblance of order to their home. Before long light began to creep back into Kuwana, with Shirō, ever the resilient watchman kept a trained eye and ear on his charge. And as the first true indicator of morning crept into the house, the drained Cultist awoke. The instant they began to open their eyes, Shirō calmly walked outside, and returned a few moments later with a pitcher of water, and a slightly ash-stained glass. Placing them on a nearby table, he then walked over to the Cultist, who was still getting their bearings, and pulled them to a seated position. Shirō wasn't gentle, or kind about it either. Despite the attempt at a dialogue he was about to initiate, he still recognized this figure as an enemy, but an enemy that had been wronged by their former allies. Enemy of my enemy was the hunch he was currently about to employ. As the Cultist began to grasp the situation, he attempted to speak, no doubt asking for a drink as he would be fighting against the clotting blood within his airways,as well as desperately trying to replace the lost fluids. Once Shirō had the man seated upright, he about turned, and poured a glass of water, promptly, yet carefully, quenching the man's thirst. Despite his readiness to drink, once the glass had been emptied, the young man showed his reluctance, stating;

"I don't know what you hope to accomplish here, but I can tell you right now, it won't work. I'm not saying anything..."

"That's good, then you can shut up and listen, unlike your entitled ass of a leader."

Placing the glass back on the counter, before returning to his seat, Shirō leant against the table, arms folded in front of him, and began his light interrogation.

"I'll be blunt, I want to know what your plan was here, along with anything you have on the Cult as a whole. You do that, and maybe you won't get to meet Agravain. Oh, and I want to know why you let that girl go."

"You what?! I-I didn't-...!"

"Come on, even that Lucien guy picked up on it. I saw her, there's no way a girl like that could get far, especially in that frantic state she was in. A young guy like yourself would have had no trouble chasing down one girl."

The Cultist diverted his gaze, unwilling to respond to the accusation.

"You know what I think happened? I think you caught up to her after she ran. She had blood on her, probably from whoever you guys killed, but she also had dirt on her, like she fell, or had a fight in the grasslands outside the Village." the Cultist kept his mouth shut "You let her go, didn't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I think you do. I saw your face after Lucien stabbed you. You were shocked, sure, but unlike the guy he impaled to get to me, your face had the unmistakable look of someone who didn't want to die."

"I..."

Shirō could tell he was on the verge of opening up, so he pressed further.

"You don't believe in any of this stuff, do you? Maybe Lucien saw that, that's why he decided you weren't worth keeping around. You'd become a liability eventually, yeah? Better to deal with you now, before you decided you weren't cut out for this stuff?"

"You have no idea what you're talking about! They took us in, fed us, gave us a home, and a purpose! It's more than I can say about the 'Great Walled City of Avalon' or 'The Last Bastion of Humanity'!!"

"And that makes what they do okay?"

"Do you even know what things are like outside those walls? If the beasts don't kill you, the Great Mother Cult will! Joining them is the only way to live safely outside either city."

"I can see that. That scar along your neck really paints a picture of safety."

"What the hell do you care anyway? I bet you sleep pretty soundly at night, safe behind those impregnable walls. You Radiant's are all the same, you think you're better than everyone else. You only 'protect' the Villages near your walls because it gives you a chance to flaunt that power of yours, and because if you didn't those same people would resent you and join the Cult. You're a bunch of selfish pretenders to the core!!"

"You're right. The second I heard this Village was in trouble, I sprinted all the way here, not because I actually care about saving people, but because I wanted to show off my power and privilege. I guess I just saved your life so I could show off some more, then didn't hand you over to the Knights who got here too late to do anything about this attack, not because you had just been betrayed by your own allies, and I realized you might have a sliver of humanity left because of that, but because I wanted to show how generous of a person I am, and flaunt my ability to save your life."

"What's your point?"

"My point is, I don't have the first clue about how things operate here. I'm grew up in the Land of Fire, and I literally arrived here yesterday. If you say things here are bad, I believe you."

"But that armor... That's not what you see on your average soldier from Avalon."

"Honestly? I stumbled my way into the Surgebinders. I am probably nothing like any of the Knights in Avalon, and maybe that's for the best. If what you said is true, they might be more focused on their own problems, in which case, I guess it's up to me to pick up that slack."

"Meaning...?"

"Meaning I might be one of the few people on this continent who cares for these people, and people like you."

"How do I know those aren't just empty words?"

"You're alive, aren't you? If I wanted you dead, or didn't care, we wouldn't be talking. You'd be dead, or worse, in Avalon, under the care of Agravain, and being forced to tell them everything anyway. At least here, with me, you have the same reasons to talk, minus the torture, but also the chance to hold yourself to the same standard you do for Avalon, and give a damn."

"It's.. It's probably too late to do anything anyway... Our last orders were to conduct one final raid, here in Kuwana, and bring back any potential recruits, or willing sacrifices, and slaughter the rest. If things are far enough along that the Cult feels confident enough to attack within spitting distance of Avalon, then Mother's return is all but imminent..."

"Well then, I guess I'd better get a move on. Just give me a direction, I'll sort out the rest."

"Are you serious? Didn't you hear what I just said? The world as you know it is about to end!! This goes beyond the scope of one person, what could you possibly accomplish?!"

"More than I will sitting here talking to you."

As Shirō stared back unwaveringly, the injured young man had no choice but to bend before the wrought iron will of the Emiya lineage. Introducing himself as "Jarett Liore", former orphan of the Last Bastion of Humanity, he told Shirō everything he knew, with all the speed and detail someone who had recently had their throat slit could manage. From the lengthy discussion, Shirō got several key pieces of information, the most important of which were two locations of great importance to the Cult, and were found on the North and South coasts at the furthest reaches of Tobusekai, these locations being the Sanctuary of the Sun and Moon. To get there, one would have to fight through countless Cultists, as well as the Beasts that roam the continent, in addition to the vast army of undead under the Necromancer's employ, and the numerous countermeasures they have exacted to keep outsiders out, such as the raging tempest they have erected in the center of Tobusekai's eastern reaches. Truly, to even approach these sacred sites was an ordeal in and of itself, so for Shirō to listen intently, almost completely unphased by this information, Jarett thought he was suicidal, or an idiot. Besides these key facts, Shirō also got the basic rundown of the Great Mother Cult, and it's infrastructure. Although Lucien carried himself with authority, he was in fact no higher in the chain of command than any of the Robed ones. However, he possessed a rare ability that, effectively, made him immortal, on top of a particularly cruel masochistic streak. Because of this, he was feared throughout the Cult's rank and file, who treated him as though he had power, for if they didn't, well... Shirō already saw what he did to those who were perceived as incapable.

As their discussion came to a close, Shirō left the building to converse with what Villagers he could find, telling them that, while the young man indeed attacked their Village along with the Cultists, it was out of a misguided sense of self-preservation and desperation, and that he was cooperating. Though some took exception to Shirō's words, he made it clear, in no uncertain terms, that the young man was currently under his protection. He wasn't to be trusted, or left to his own devices by any means, but, at least for the moment, and especially after their leader's actions, he wasn't a member of the Great Mother Cult any more. As for what was to happen to him now, Shirō reasoned that it would be best for him to be allowed to rest, and recover from his wound, under watch naturally, before punishment would be rendered. As one Villager called out, exclaiming that this "Jarett" didn't deserve to live for what he did, Shirō shared his confirmed suspicion, that the young girl who alerted the Knights at Avalon only managed to do so because he allowed her to escape. If he hadn't done so, Shirō, or indeed any of the other Knights would have never learned about the attack until it was far too late, and thus, in a twisted sense, he saved all of their lives. This fact warranted at least some leniency, but the exact extent depended on how well his information benefited Shirō as he was going to head East immediately after gathering what supplies he could muster. Everyone soon came to the realization that Shirō was going straight into the heart of the Cultist's territory, to which they remarked that it was futile, and that he would only die, or worse, die and become one of their endless revivified army under the command of the feared Necromancers. As Shirō ignored their comments and asked them to give him any supplies they could spare, no matter how little, a familiar voice called out from afar;

"Perhaps I could be of some assistance?"

Everyone swiftly turned their heads and were met with the jolly facade of Suruhan, the "merchant" Shirō had a run in with upon his arrival in Avalon. Behind him were several of the men who had, at one point, threatened to inflict harm upon Shirō, now bashfully carrying an assortment of wares, along with a camel whose back was fit to bursting with a number of wares. As he rubbed his temple, Shirō gave a labored sigh, and asked Suruhan, in an accusatory tone;

"What, did you get tired of shaking down people outside Avalon, so you decided to set up shop someplace you were less likely to get a taste of your own medicine?"

"Goodness boy, no. Actually I witnessed your, shall we say 'frantic', departure last night. While I had no clue what possessed you to spur to action, it was not long before the cloud of smoke from this Village grew high enough that even we saw it."

"And you came here yourself because...?"

"What else, my boy? To make money!! A good businessman knows where there is profit to be made."

"So you are here to capitalize on their misfortune."

"I did not attack these people, but if there pockets run as deep as their need for help, I am more than willing to offer my wares and services. We must make a living somehow, and if we can help fine folks such as these along the way, then great, but do not mistake us for 'heroes', or good Samaritans. It is simply the way of the world, my boy, so please do not think less of us for it."

With a skeptical look, Emiya then turned to the Villagers who had been silent throughout the conversation, all of which had a look of desperation, mixed with a look of slight distrust. Shirō then weighed Kuwana's need against how trustworthy he believed Suruhan and his men to be. Glancing at their persons, they did indeed seem to bring essential goods, on top of additional hands to help in the recovery and rebuilding effort, and the initiative they took to arrive here as soon as they did, it was telling that, at the very least, they weren't lying. Shirō had already made it clear to Suruhan that if he started shaking people down, he'd regret it, a fact that clearly put an awkward expression on Suruhan's face as Emiya stared him down. Shirō's face then lit up, remembering something important. Breaking his cold gaze with the Merchant to whisper to one of the Villagers, who promptly walked into a nearby home, and returned moments later with several pieces of paper, string and a pencil. As he wrote away on one piece of paper, everyone else stood still, as though waiting on a guilty verdict at a trial where Emiya was judge, jury and executioner. The only sound to be heard throughout the Village were his hasted scrawlings, he eventually stopped, and tied one letter with a piece of string. As he began to write the second, Suruhan grew increasingly nervous, before Shirō finally folded the second letter and approached Suruhan. Holding out both notes, Emiya finally shattered the tense silence.

"These are the details for an account with a broker in Concord Dawn. You're going to open a tab for me and give these people what they need, whether that's wares or resources you can get for them, or just straight labor, whatever. There should be enough to cover your fees, assuming you don't try and rip me off. And when this place is back on it's own feet, you can withdraw the tab from that account."

"O-of course!! But what about this one?"

"That's for a gunsmith in Concord Dawn. She was an old friend of my dad's, but I'm not sure how she'll take this sudden short-order request, especially since she only really ever dealt with my dad. Address is on the front, but what's inside is for her eyes only. Have whichever one of your men is fastest take both letters, and go to her, as soon as you can, though now would be preferable. Once she's read her letter, presuming she doesn't kick you out on the spot, go withdraw what she's asking, pay her, wait for her to prepare the order, then get back here as quickly as possible. As soon as you get back, I'm leaving."

Taking only a few moments to absorb the situation, and realizing that, if Shirō was indeed telling the truth, he just got handed a golden opportunity on a silver platter. But only if Shirō was being earnest...

"Didn't you say just yesterday that you had nothing? Don't misunderstand me, I'm simply curious where this came from..."

"Well, you asked for whatever I had on me, and I wasn't lying when I said I had nothing. Technically though, the money in that account is my old man's, not that it's doing him any good now."

Hesitant to ask where this money had come from, instead Suruhan snapped his fingers, calling one of his men over, and repeating the instructions verbatim, before he immediately began heading south at a brisk pace. Shirō, realizing the true extent of his heroics, and what they were no doubt going to cost him in the future, gestured the Villagers towards "Honest Suruhan". Though they had clearly heard the exchange, they still had trouble believing their ears. Shirō stated that he was serious, but urged them not to go wild. As the calls of appreciation echoed out through Kuwana, Emiya walked back into the home currently housing Jarret, and kept an eye on the young man as he waited for Suruhan's mans return...


Several hours later...​



As the sun slowly drifted overhead, and began to fall on the horizon, Shirō, having taken a moment to "rest his eyes", was awoken to the sound of the front door open abruptly. Believing for a moment that his cooperating prisoner was deciding to make a run for it, he leapt to his feet and ran towards the door with reckless abandon, startling one of Suruhan's men, who proceeded to inform him that their man they had sent to Concord Dawn had returned, with several cases in tow. Rubbing his eyes, and straining to look out a nearby window, Shirō turned to see Jarret, still bound, asleep on the bed where they had left him. Grateful he managed to sneak in at least a few hours of rest, Emiya left the house, and was met with quite the sight. Several cases of equipment, stacked on top of one another. According to Suruhan's man, the cantankerous old gunsmith had been meaning to throw out some of that dead bastard's "trash", so she didn't charge anything. This time. As soon as he heard that, he knew that she still had a heart of gold, even if it was encased in the toughest, coldest iron. He recalled one of the few times he went there with Kiritsugu, and she chewed Shirō out for messing with one of her projects that was a work in progress. In the moment he hated her for snapping like she did, but looking back, it was out of a place of concern. A kid messing around with a live weapon that wasn't stable? Emiya chuckled to himself as he started going through the scraps of Kiritsugu's leftover equipment, thanking the one who had taken the time and effort to bring it all here. To no surprise there wasn't actually much there, a couple of his guns, but not the Thompson he was best known for, and a few pieces of supplementary equipment. As he got to the last crate Shirō thought this whole thing was a waste of time, but he was met with something a tad more modern. Unlike old remnants of a has-been assassin, this looked like it contained an advanced piece of equipment, as a black foam-like material created a protective shell within the case, and a signed note was carefully left atop.

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"Sly old fox..."

Putting the note in his pocket, Shirō then spent the better part of an hour assembling this little surprise, and to his own, was rather taken aback by the final product. It was a .50 caliber high power sniper rifle, model designation "Yoko", the "Beautiful Child". It's pristine stock seemingly scarred by a fractal design, as though the rifle had been struck by lightning, or it's designer struck by inspiration. And from deep within these scars emanated a faint but deep red, as though the core of this weapon burned with a driving passion.

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Taking a moment to admire the weapon, and check the alignment of the scope, Shirō then casually threw the weapon over his shoulder, and with a heavy heart, and blunt wish for Kuwana to prosper, immediately left, heading straight for the Hokubu ocean, knowing the trip on Land was just as treacherous as the one made by sea, the difference being the complete lack of hostile entities via the latter. And so, with all the haste of a Hero late to his own quest, Shirō made his way North.




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There had been a detour in their journey. Instead of ending up on the moon isle the trio had ended up in the giant lands of the unkown. They where now off on the shores of one of the small landmarks that made up the continent of Tobusekai. Akemi, Seras and Alucard were all soaked after their oceanic water tour after having left the insanely cold Yumei island. It wasn't much warmer where they were now though. Shortly as they arrived on the shores, the team headed inlands as they were sick of the sea for the time being. Seemed like it wasn't their smartest move as they instantly got into trouble. As they approached the first road they could find on the mainland they could see a mob heading towards them on horses. By the looks of it they were armed and looking for trouble. It was a mob of about 20 people and most of them were armed with katanas. They all shared the same sort of disguise though as if they were part of some sort of orginisation. One fellow stack out from the mass and approached Alucard directly.

Are you a part of the Radiant Order son?

Alucard looked around on all his men, back at Seras and Akemi and finally back towards the stranger. Alucards voice was precise but also contained a sense of sarcasm.

..Noo?

The estranged leader looked back at his men and started to laugh. He placed his sword on Alucards right shoulder with the blade slowly inching towards Alucards neck. He then faced Alucard with an open grin.

Good, then we can kill you.

Without giving Alucard a chance to retaliate, the mob leader put pressure on Alucards neck with the sword but was hindered from cutting Alcuards head off as he had formed a thick layer of ultra strong bones that grew from his neck on that side. The mob leader looked at Alucard like he was some sort of mutaded freak. He then shouted something that resembled the word chakra, which made the other men in the mob raise their swords and go full assault mode on both Alucard, Seras and Akemi. Alucard whispered softly towards his nakami. Akemi whispered back shortly after.

( Karamatsu no Mai ) - Dance of the Larch
Type: Offensive
Rank: B
Range: Short
Chakra: 20
Damage: 40
Description: Karamatsu no Mai is the third of the five Kaguya dance forms. The user creates a mass of razor-sharp bone spikes all over their body. The user can grow these bones at an extremely rapid rate so they can stab an opponent even as the bones are growing. Since the bones are harder than steel, they can be used defensively to block or trap an opponent's strikes.
This technique is a great surprise attack and it makes the user basically untouchable at close range. When an opponent is close to the user, they spin very fast, rapidly slashing the foe in multiple areas of their body.

Yo, this one isn't on me...
It never is..

Alucard would stomp the ground, causing a huge tremor which made the horses that carried the mob men around them to fall down a steep field.

(Doton: Chidōkaku) - Earth Release: Moving Earth Core
Type: Supplementary/Defensive
Rank: A
Range: Short-Long
Chakra: 30
Damage: N/A
Description: The user slams his hands on the ground and lowers or raises the ground in the surrounding area at high speeds, allowing them to create giant holes in the ground or avoid attacks. The size of the affected area as well as the depths that it is lowered to is up to the user and rasing earth can be done up to 20 meters tall creating a small cliff or they can create trenches that can be as deep as 20 meters. Other than being moved below ground relative to the surrounding surface the terrain is not altered, plant life and people retaining their same positions.

Since they were heavily outnumbered, Alucard and Akemi had to take the fight in their own hands as Seras were too busy claiming this wasn't her fight and that she was tired from their last trip at Yumei island still. Even though Alucard had trapped most of the mob down a ditch they still tried to get out of it while the remaining once targeted all three of them still. Akemi would target the mob members that weren't targeted by Alucards attack and send out a large ground based shock-web that would electrocute the men. Alucard would fill up the ditch with razor sharp palladium foam that would grow around the perimiter of the ditch, essentially locking them fast down there without the ability to come lose as they would cut themselves to shreds if they tried.

(Parajiumufōmu: Yōsai | Palladium Foam release: Fortress)
Type: Offensive/Defensive/Supplementary
Rank: D-S(B)
Range: Short-Long
Chakra: 10-40(-10 per turn)
Damage: 20-80(on touch)
Description: The jack of all trades release for the parajiumufōmu release. The user can form any structures from the palladium foam they want. The user can create weapons, armour and well anything that they need. D and C ranked usage requires no handseals, B rank requires one, A rank requires two and S rank requires three handseals. D, C and B rank may be used indefinitely as long as the user has a chakra pool, A ranks can be used 4 times per battle and S rank can be used 2 times per battle. A rank variation has a cooldown of one turn per use, S rank has a cooldown of two turns after use. This lets the user channel parajiumufōmu chakra through the earth or anywhere on the field if they have sourceless speciality for the element. The user can also form the foam directly from their body like many other elements. Unless the user fuels chakra into the palladium foam, it will lie dormant on the surface of the earth and have no functionality. Since metal foam is extremely sharp even when compressed it will slice off skin like butter and thus deal damage on direct touch. The user has no immunity towards this and will suffer damage too.

Note: B-ranks require a single handseal, A ranks two handseals and S rank three handseals.
Note: A rank version can be used 4 times per battle, with a cooldown of one turn, S rank 2 with a cooldown of two turns.
Note: No other palladium foam techniques in the same turn S-rank version is used. No Palladium Foam above A-rank next turn either.
Note: The user cannot use this to create a sentient creature, and only be sustained in a matter that allows the foam to maintain a particular shape.

Alucard simply nodded towards the angered mob as he, Akemi and Seras continued forwards until they found themselves moving closer to a decently big settlement. Just in time for the night to hit the land they checked in by the local inn. There they were atleast not met by swords but rather sceptical gazes pierced them as they entered through the doors. But after a few secounds, people turned their heads around and pretended like nothing had happened. Seras went straight for a pint and took a table while Akemi instead went up to their overnight room. Alucard joined Seras at the table, only for them to later be joined by two locals. One of them started a dialogue with Alucard.

So, you three just walk into our bar after what you did? Man you got balls. Nevertheless, we, the common people, thank you for your deeds. Hopefully those dawners stay in that pit until they die.

Alucard raised his right eyebrow while Seras was just looking out of the window. She hadn't participated nor did she care. Alucard decided to raise his voice.

K'ay, so whats going on here? Does this place have some sort of history?

The men next to him started talking.

Well most of us here are migrants of war, seeking a new future in these lands. Its fruitful and we have the sea. It's an excellent location for opening a global trade.. We didn't know about "the others"..

"Others"?

Well theres this old history about the natives here have clan structures with savage rituals and believe in some sort of god that would grant them immortality of some sort. But thank god we have the Radiant Order that protects us.

I was asked by one of the native clan leaders if i was a part of the Radiant.. whatever. I guess if i had said yes he wouldn't have attacked me since i said no..


The two men looked at eachother and mumbled on.

Well, yeah? Of course, the don't dare cross the Radiant Order.

Who are they anyway?


They are a community of noble war heroes that survived and wanted to regroup with us others. Even though they are tough they had to flee here too in the end. But to be honest, this is years and years ago. We just hope they cleanse out these satanic worshippers already. It's enough now. We have the Order but nothing is guaranteed, i mean they werent there to save you. Not that you needed safety but still. It's a big shadow that seems to sweep closer to you by every passing day.

Well we're going to stay here for the night but i'd like to join this Radiant Order. Maybe we can take care of these satanists together.

IIIIEEEEKK!!


Their conversation was interrupted by screams outside the tavern. Alucard rushed out to see another group of the distinctive clothing invading the settlement. Alucard, and a tired Akemi joined together on the main road that was in the middle of the village while Seras barricaded herself and most of the townsfolk into the tavern.

Alucard would look around the village and the whole scene was covered in darkness apart from the torches the many cultists had with them. Another obscure leader stepped out and took a central role of the invading group.

In the name of Jashkin - We sentence you and our defeated brothers to die!

..Jashkin? Sounded too familliar with the occult god Jashin. Maybe it was their way of saying it.. Or maybe it was another god entirely. Nevertheless, Alucard didn't get any time to think about it but instead focused on getting this encounter done with as quickly as possible. Charging up his chakra, Alucard would reshape the exterior of the village houses into spongy razor-sharp metal foams, giving them both a defensive stance but also protection.

(Parajiumufōmu: Yōsai | Palladium Foam release: Fortress)
Type: Offensive/Defensive/Supplementary
Rank: D-S(B)
Range: Short-Long
Chakra: 10-40(-10 per turn)
Damage: 20-80(on touch)
Description: The jack of all trades release for the parajiumufōmu release. The user can form any structures from the palladium foam they want. The user can create weapons, armour and well anything that they need. D and C ranked usage requires no handseals, B rank requires one, A rank requires two and S rank requires three handseals. D, C and B rank may be used indefinitely as long as the user has a chakra pool, A ranks can be used 4 times per battle and S rank can be used 2 times per battle. A rank variation has a cooldown of one turn per use, S rank has a cooldown of two turns after use. This lets the user channel parajiumufōmu chakra through the earth or anywhere on the field if they have sourceless speciality for the element. The user can also form the foam directly from their body like many other elements. Unless the user fuels chakra into the palladium foam, it will lie dormant on the surface of the earth and have no functionality. Since metal foam is extremely sharp even when compressed it will slice off skin like butter and thus deal damage on direct touch. The user has no immunity towards this and will suffer damage too.

Note: B-ranks require a single handseal, A ranks two handseals and S rank three handseals.
Note: A rank version can be used 4 times per battle, with a cooldown of one turn, S rank 2 with a cooldown of two turns.
Note: No other palladium foam techniques in the same turn S-rank version is used. No Palladium Foam above A-rank next turn either.
Note: The user cannot use this to create a sentient creature, and only be sustained in a matter that allows the foam to maintain a particular shape.

Akemi would use his tentacles to disarm as many "Jashkinists" as possible while also knock them down but he could only do so much due to his size not being nearly as big as his big sis. Alucard went on the offensive this time. At a tim like this, Zoras Yamanaka skills would've been the perfect troll tool to use against these fuckers. Not only could she go full Professor Xavier but also de-brainwash them. Alucards method was more unorthodox and only offered death in the end for these people. Oh well, not his problem.

Akemi!
What?!
Hit me up with some thunder... It's too bright here.


Akemi released a gigantic spear of lightning from one of his tentacles, aiming it towards Alucard, who at the same time used his dark marks to absorb the lightning chakra and converted it into dark chakra. Out of it, he performed his own invented technique, the cloverfield.

(Raiton: Gian) - Lightning Style: False Darkness
Type: Offensive
Rank: S
Range: Short-Long
Chakra: 40
Damage: 80
Descripton: The user, after performing the Snake handseal, emits lightning in the shape of a spear from their hands or mouth which then pierces the enemy. Kakuzu, the original user, shoots the technique from his Lightning mask's mouth. Its destructive power is great enough to even pierce through rock; meaning it has a high killing potential. The user can increase the number of spears to attack multiple enemies by branching the main spear. This, coupled with the sheer speed of the lightning, makes it a difficult technique to evade. This strong attack can be defended against by an equally strong attack of the same element such as Raikiri.

(Meiton: Kyūkyoku no Kyūketsukō) Dark Release: Ultimate Inhaling Maw
Type: Defensive
Rank: S-Rank
Range: Short
Chakra: 40
Damage: N/A
Description:
The user, when facing an attack, will clap his hands together and separate them right after. As he separates his hands, a small dark sphere will be between them. The user maintains his hands close to sustain the small sphere while it siphons any enemy technique or enemy chakra within range towards itself. The sphere is a "void" made by activating both absorbing markings in the users hand at the same time and opposing them to each other, which creates this effect. This technique is essentially a more advanced and powerful version of Dark Release: Inhaling Maw and enables the user to absorb higher ranked techniques. However, when used, the user needs to wait one turn to use Dark Release absorption related techniques.

(Meiton: Kurōbāfīrudo) Dark Arts: Cloverfield
Type: Offensive/Defensive/Supplementary
Rank: S
Range: Short-Mid
Chakra: 40(-10/turn)
Damage: 80
Description: A dark technique that utilises stored chakra in the users dark mark after having absorbed a technique of equal strength. The user will then press their hand(s) against a surface of an object, could be the ground, a summon, a person, a sword etc and coats it with 1 mm thick dark chakra. The coating itself will retain the visuals of regular dark chakra. If a coated object is touched by foreign chakra or physical touch(not the user of the technique's) it will explode with dark chakra and blast it away like a bomb. This is very useful to coat rocks or swords or even clones to make them into walking bombs of dark chakra. Covering the ground can also be done by slamming the dark mark on the surface and extend it to a large field of dark chakra that will work as a minefield. Albeit not being able to trigger the explosion itself by mistake, the user of the technique is by no means resistant to the technique itself and will have to use it with extreme precaution. Each blast will cover up to short-range but the reach of the technique is mid-range. The coating will remain intact til detonated or destroyed but costs 10 chakra per turn to maintain.

Note: Can only be used twice per battle with a 3 turn cool-down.
Note: Must have absorbed a technique of equal strength before-hand.
Note: Can only be taught by Skorm.

This combo obliterated most of the clans members as they got disintegrated by the void. There was still the leader left and a few more of his seemingly personal acolytes. What was different from them and the first group Alucard got attacked by, it would seem these guys possessed the means of chakra and they weren't afraid of use it. One of the acolytes released a stream of fire towards Alucard, the other a stream of wind and the clan leader himself would sunk Alucard and Akemi into a swamp as they had to tackle the incoming scorching blaze from his underlings.

(Katon: Gōka no Jutsu) - Fire Release: Hellfire Technique
Type: Offensive
Rank: A
Range: Short-Mid
Chakra: 30
Damage: 60
Description: The user will manipulate their chakra and breath out from their mouth a large fireball that travels at the opponent. As it reaches the opponent it bursts into a maelstrom of fire engulfing them in flames.

(Fūton: Shinkūdama) - Wind Release: Vacuum Bullet
Type: Offensive
Rank: A
Range: Short-Mid
Chakra: 30
Damage: 60
Description:The user will begin sucking in wind which results in drawing in opponents towards them and by kneading with their chakra in their mouth the user then releases the wind chakra in the form of a powerful bullet that blasts the opponent away.

(Doton: Yomi Numa) - Earth Style: Swamp of the Underworld
Type: Supplementary
Rank: A
Range: Short-Long
Chakra: 30
Damage: N/A
Description: The user will first perform Boar → Tiger and then by changing the surface of an object beneath an enemy into mud and creating a non flammable swamp, the user can sink his enemy into the mud. The adhesive, chakra-infused mud ensnares the enemy's body, making it almost impossible to recover one's strength and escape from the swamp. The size and depth of the created swamp depends on the user's skill and the amount of chakra used, but if the user is an expert in this technique, it will always be possible to make a fair-sized swamp which is extremely effective against a great number of enemies or when having to face gigantic creatures.

Thinking he had already killed Alucard and Akemi, he the leader instantly turned his attention to butcher the civilians again.

... Well **** this shit, i don't care to hold back anymore.
Tru tru..


Alucard opened his mouth and released a huge amount of water that would nullify the effects of the wind/fire combo while Akemi released an omni-potent wave of electricity around them. This shattered the muddy swamp and released them from it.

(Suiton: Suidan no Jutsu) - Water Release: Water Bullet Technique
Type: Offensive/Supplementary
Rank: S
Range: Short-Long
Chakra: 40
Damage: 80
Description: The user inhales and molds a great amount of chakra into their chest, exhaling a very large quantity of water in the form of a powerful torrent towards their intended target. The stream of water is so powerful and concentrated it can rip through most obstacles in its path. The stream itself contains so much concentrated water that it can flood medium to large sized depressions of the battle field in relatively short amounts of time.

(Raiton: Chidori Nagashi) - Lightning Release: One Thousand Birds Current
Type: Offensive/Defensive
Rank: A
Range: Short (Mid if channeled through a medium)
Chakra: 30
Damage: N/A (+10 if used to boost weapon damage)
Description: This jutsu allows the user to generate non-focused electricity from their body. It can be used as an omnidirectional attack or be channeled through weapons, the ground or other conductive mediums. Because the electricity isn't focused, it doesn't kill on contact, instead it has great numbing and paralyzing effects. To channel Nagashi through a medium, the user needs to focus the technique into one of his hands which will then be put in contact with the medium and can only choose to either do a widespread attack throughout his whole body or to channel it into something; he cannot achieve both usages at the same time. Despite not having much destructive or damaging properties, Nagashi can be used to destroy low rank earthen and wooden structures and even negate chakra on the ground to stop high ranked earth and wood techniques. It has also been noted that Lightning Specialists that have mastered Lightning to the highest degree can resist total paralyzation, although they still feel the pain and numbing effects.
Note: Paralyzation lasts 1 turn if sucessful but is ineffective against bios who have a primary Lightning Specialty

Jumping out of their temporare prison, Alucard weaved a few signs and expanded a funnel shaped capsuled area that would include the bad guys in it. And half a second later there was nothing there followed by complete silence.

(Jinton: Genkai Hakuri no Jutsu) - Detachment of the Primitive World Technique
Type: Offensive
Rank: C-S(A)
Range: Short-Long
Chakra: 15-40
Damage: 30-80
Description: The user first performs a short sequence of handseals: Rat → Boar → Snake, then creates a basic 3D-shaped construct via Dust Release between the palms of their hands. A small sphere is located at its centre. The structure expands rapidly in size when being propelled towards the designated target and traps them inside its confines. The sphere then seems to explode with a tremendous amount of force, while the exterior walls of the structure effectively restrict the size of the blast radius. This results in the destruction of everything and anyone caught within, as they are pulverised into minute particles of dust. The technique isn't limited to just affecting physical matter; it can also affect chakra-based defenses. But the resulting damage that this technique can produce varies considerably, depending on the initial shape of the created structure..

Cuboid Structure: A form manipulating the Dust Release structure into a very generic three-dimensional cube. While the cube's surface area is rank-dependent, its shape also enables localized destruction and entrapment. Unlike the other shape alternatives, this form is always limited to just short-range when used.

Conical Structure: A form manipulating the Dust Release structure into a simplistic three-dimensional cone. While the cone's base diameter is rank-dependent, its base is always located in front of the user's hands with the pointed end poised at the desired target. It has an intermediary reach, extending up to mid-range.

Cylindrical Structure: A form manipulating the Dust Release structure into a basic three-dimensional cylinder. While the cylinder's diameter is rank-dependent, it is unique amongst shapes in extending up to long-range.

Note: The surface area of the cube form is 1m² at C-rank, 3m² at B-rank, 5m² at A-rank, 15m² at S-rank.
Note: The diameter of the cone and the cylinder is 1m at C-rank, 2m at B-rank, 4m at A-rank, 8m at S-rank.
Note: Only useable by Mū and Ōnoki bios. Clones are unable to use it.

The dawn would cling in the background, unveiling some of the chaos that just had occured. Alucard reset the palladium foam constructions he had created pre-fight. He was ready to seek out the Radiant Orders headquarters after having asked for its directions from one of the villagers. He promised them the end of their suffering was coming in the form of a new local piece. Alucard would leave the settlement in hopes of finding the Radiant Order's headquarters.

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Konan stepped onto the lush, green surroundings. She looked around searching the distance, looking for a village. She looked down at her mission itinerary, then folded it up and shoved it into her ninja tool pouch. "Welp, I guess I got to do a good deed. That should be easy. Oh wait.... I'm talking to myself again." She started walking towards a village humming a tune. As she arrived at the village she saw one the biggest farms she had ever seen. "Whoa! So many plants." She walked towards a tree plucked an apple and started eating, "Mmmmmm, so good. I haven't eaten in like 3 hours." After her short break for energy, she pulled out her mission itinerary once more. "Gather resources, okay well I can do that now." She flipped her bag off her shoulder and started collecting. She started on her journey through the tall bushes, and crops. Picking vegetables and fruits off, one by one. Within an hour, Konan had cleared out half of the all the crops. She collapsed under a tree to catch her breath, "Whoooo. Such hard work I do. Haha." She pulled another apple she had picked off a tree out of her bag and chewed on it. "Now for my very good deed. Hmm?" Konan looked around till she found an entire village that looked like it had been hit by 3 Bijuu Bombs. The entire village had been reduced to rubble and in the middle was an ominous spot, that looked like it had been the source of whatever destroyed this village."Geez what happened here?" Konan said as she walked towards the village. She then realized there was people, hiding in the rublle of their ruined homes. "Are you guys all right?" Konan asked the villagers as she peeled away the rubble. Konan realized that the villagers were only using sign language. "Oh, I see, you can't speak can you." Konan then perked up. "This could be my good deed." She wove a few hand signs and slapped her hands on the ground.
(Doton: Doroku Gaeshi) - Earth Style:Earth Shore Return (x4)
Type: Defensive
Rank: C
Range: Short
Chakra: 15
Damage: N/A
Description: After striking the ground with their hands, the user manipulates the ground in front of him to form a slab that tilts upwards, up to 90º, creating a wall of earth that can defend from incoming frontal attacks. In addition, the user can also create 2 slabs that will rise and tilt to the sides in front of him, as if "opening up" the ground. This can be done to create a clear path if anything hazardous is above the ground in that specific area.
"There we go." Konan said, wiping her brow. "That's your new home." She grinned with pride at her creation, then realized she had more to go. She went around the whole village creating nine more new homes for villagers.
(Doton: Doroku Gaeshi) - Earth Style:Earth Shore Return (x36)
Type: Defensive
Rank: C
Range: Short
Chakra: 15
Damage: N/A
Description: After striking the ground with their hands, the user manipulates the ground in front of him to form a slab that tilts upwards, up to 90º, creating a wall of earth that can defend from incoming frontal attacks. In addition, the user can also create 2 slabs that will rise and tilt to the sides in front of him, as if "opening up" the ground. This can be done to create a clear path if anything hazardous is above the ground in that specific area.
As soon as she was done, Konan was exhausted. "Used..so..much.....chakra." She layed there, in the middle of the village. Night was approaching. It's darkness stretching across the sky. The sun's light fading. Konan, still exhausted, drifted off, dreaming dreams of legendary shinobi fighting each other with maginificent techniques. "Maybe, I'll be a legendary shinobi someday." She said in her head before fully drifting off into dreamland.

Konan awoke the next morning, to a small villager girl standing over her. "
AAAAAGGGGHHHH!! What the? Oh yeah, I'm still in the village." She sat up and stretched. Sleeping on the hard ground didn't help, but at least her chakra was refilled. "Off for my third mission. Okay." Konan had specifically asked for her third mission. To find and explore and abandoned site. Konan was walking along, when something caught her eye. She turned to look and saw a long rope in front of her. She then realized it was supposed to be a trap. "Oh, that's cool." Konan said. She tossed kunai onto the rope and it snapped it up, letting it dangle in the air. Konan thought it was a normal trap, but then she realized there was five more on the path ahead of her. "Huh? Why so many?" She followed the trail of traps until it led her to, what looked like, and old abandoned war camp. "Whoaaaa! There's weapons everywhere." Konan said, marveling at the size of the abandoned place. She peeked in all the bulidings, and all the tents. After an hour she found something. "This is a formula for a jutsu. I wonder what it could be." The formula was in fact made for war: a killing jutsu, that utilized Fuuton to shred enemies to pieces. Konan copied the formula; weaving the signs, Ram -> Rat -> Ox -> Tiger. Konan then activated wind chakra around her body, creating a swirling, sharp, piercing armor, woven tightly around the users body. "This is pretty cool." Konan said. She deactivated, the jutsu and tucked the scroll into her Ninja Tool pouch. "I've gotta show this to somebody." Konan said walking back to port. As she left the island, she wondered, "What was this jutsu used for?" Little did she know, that the very jutsu contained in the scroll was meant for killing and defense; a perfect jutsu for assasins or warriors. On the way back Konan also wondered to herself why the jutsu scroll was locked in an old chest with a seal that said "DON'T RELEASE." She would figure it out later, because now she needed sleep. And lots of it.
 
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Its been several days and the villagers routinely come into the shack to check up on Kouen. The illness from the lake was alot more than he could imagine. It made him wonder if he should have done it.. Not to mention that the people in the village were becoming sick... more sick.. Ill so to speak. Some didnt know why, but the old lady who was taking care of him day in and day out knew. She was no fool, but she been sick her whole life so she didnt feel any different. Her days as a Ninja been over with.

"Mr.Magi.... You awake... I bought you some chowder. The villagers are out fishing.. The ones who arent sick that is..."

Kouen eyes suddenly opened. His body extremely fatigued. Like he wasnt able to move nearly as fast, or even fight nearly as strong. Though lucky for him, he always hid his Djinn available to help when really needed. Today was finally the day.. the illness was stagnant.. It wasnt getting worst. Meaning this was the peak of it. His days of rest were now over

"Miss.Namikaze.... I do thank you for your hospitality. These last few days haven been rough. But thanks to your kindness.... I could never repay you..".
Kouen said as he got up from the bed.. slowly but surely

"But I will... In return I need you to keep the illness of mines a secret but dont stop your regular business. In order for me to find the cure for this, I need plenty of...." Kouen Stopped.. He knew it seemed like he was asking for test subjects.. But something had to be done. "In return, I shall make this land mine... I shall give it the resources it need, feeding it so it can flourish beyond.. and the most important.. Protect this place from foreign threats... But for that, I need you guys help..."

The lady heard his proposal. Turning away she walks away.. but before she fully walks away, she smirks.. but before she fully walked out she spoke "There is a bounty going around with people with the illness... Your name isnt on there but im sure somebody from this village reported you already.. Dont be surprised if you are lurked after.. In return on the side of the bed i left you a stack of other people with the same illness with you with a bounty.... " Nothing more said. Kouen decide that, she was okay with that.. It seems like she was going in and out of alot of tents.... Kouen couldnt be more thankful for this.

"She trust you kouen... I trust you... Dont make a fool out of us" The Djinn spoke to Kouen..
Kouen couldnt help but think this could backfire, so he simply gulped and said nothing. As he walked out of the shack, he saw a clash of rukh off into the far distance.. If this continued this place would be in danger.. His first duty would be to eliminate any threat that seemed to be to close. The village took one for the team so the least he could do is protect them. Getting his equipment.. He took off... Back to the ocean of death.
 
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In a humble corner of Tobusekai, the Village of Kuwana within the Radiant Fields specifically, located far from the worries and woes of the Ninja World, a lone man hammers away at steel day and night, seeking to craft the perfect blade. He does this for it is all he can do. He failed the world in the past, and it broke him, fracturing his mind, body and soul. He will no longer place himself in a position to endanger the world through his own weakness. Better he live out the rest of his days in secrecy, hiding from the world... As he forges an endless hill of flawed creations, a symphonic clanging being heard day and night, a youthful pair watch him intently, happy they have the capacity to do that. If it were not for the kind stranger that now cared for them, they would have perished long ago, in the incident that stole their parents from them. Since that day, though he'd never dare admit it, he's loved and spoiled them unconditionally, placing their needs above even his own, perhaps as a form of atonement...

To this man, all was right with the world, and yet... The World is not one to allow a Guardian to not heed Her call, and thus, the World outside the man's reclusive hermitage came knocking...

"Hmm...? What in the world is that girl doing...?"

With a labored sigh, the resident Blacksmith of Kuwana, Muramasa, called out through his seemingly uninhabited home.

"Oi!! Onui, d'ya mind getting that?"

With no immediate response, Muramasa placed his simple, rustic hammer, which he'd been using to forge a new blade, and placed it casually to the side. Rising to his feet, his new failure in hand, he inspected the edge. Perfect in every way that didn't truly matter... As another knock echoed throughout the house, Muramasa let out another sigh, and walked from his workshop, and into the house proper. In the small walk from his forge to the front door, he expected yet another knock, but to their credit, this unexpected guest seemed to possess manners. As he threw the door open, he noticed an unknown figure looking over his body of work, their attention being drawn away from the door to inspect the field of failed swords that littered the yard. Muramasa waited just long enough for them to realize the door had been opened before he increased the pile, adding his latest sword to the yard by tossing it passed the stranger.

With a shocked gasp, they turned around to reveal a stunningly beautiful woman, draped in fine silks, and clearly armed, one might say to the teeth, with four blades strapped to her side. Muramasa took one look, and exclaimed;

"If you came for swords, help yourself. Otherwise, get lost."

As he began to return to his workshop, the woman spoke, loud and proud.

"I am Shinmen Musashi no Kami Fujiwara no Harunobu!! I did not come all this way for mere castaways!!
You are said to be one of the best blacksmith's in this Land, and I am looking for one who can forge me a weapon fit for a master of the blade!!
Now, tell me, will you accept my request?!"

Muramasa had already closed the door on her, rejecting her dreams without so much as a "No." or "Farewell.". He despised loud intrusions, and would not even entertain the notion of this woman's request. With a grumble, Muramasa returned to his shed-like extension at the side of his home, and resumed his work...

Days later, in the dead of night, after finishing another masterpiece of pure banality, he was surprised to see that the strange woman was sat brazenly outside his home, seemingly awaiting his arrival, though pouting heavily. Muramasa tossed yet another blade to the pile, and began to turn around. Where he was expecting another cry, calling him a master blacksmith, and that she was worthy of his help, as a master of the blade, instead, surprisingly, she was silent. Staring him down in fact. She had already stated her name, and intentions, so nothing more need be said by her, but she was seemingly willing him to respond in kind. His manners were yet to emerge, as he had neither introduced himself, nor invited her in, or even offered to hear her out. It was a guilt trip, plain and simple. And it worked. A quick exhale to settle his frustration, and prepare for the awkwardness that was sure to come from this "request", Muramasa turned to "Musashi", and gestured towards the door, inviting her into his home. It was, begrudgingly, the least he could do considering she had apparently been out there for days, putting up with his "attitude".

Out of hospitality for his guest, and a desire to not rouse the children Onui and Tasuke from their slumber, Muramasa brewed a fresh pot of tea, and threw together what little a meal he could on short notice, and for what it was, a slap dash attempt at reheating leftovers, the lady Musashi happily downed it with much gratitude. Despite his manners as host providing all evidence to the contrary, Muramasa spoke with a curt, dry tone, with only a small bit of hostility and suspicion leaking through occasionally.


"So, you want a blade made. Sorry, but this is neither a shop, nor a charity. Like I said, you'd be best taking what you like from the pile out front, and leaving."

As she finished a particularly large bowl of noodles, her mouth fit to bursting with udon, and an amazing blend of tastes and aroma's she'd never experienced before, Musashi took a moment to compose herself, trying to not let the rude man's admittedly amazing cooking make her lose her edge, or falter in her desire.

"And as I told you, I am not here to seek a mere castaway. It is precisely your love of the blade, and complete unwillingness to acknowledge anything less than sheer perfection that has garnered you the title of "Demon Blacksmith". To so casually toss aside such hard work, and works of amazing craft, because they are flawed, perhaps not physically, but in ways many cannot even begin to comprehend, it's commendable. It is this ruthless pursuit of perfection I wish to see, and those rumors of your skill why I have sought you out, not the pile of blades you yourself have deemed unworthy of you. So if you could kindly stop insulting me by offering your seemingly unlimited list of "failed" works, I would appreciate it, Sir Muramasa."

Her tone was more pointed than it had been, and yet not a word of it had been a lie. He had no choice but to acknowledge her words, regardless of the tone they were delivered in.

"Jeez... When you put it like that, you leave me no choice..."

"So you'll do it?"

"Sadly my forge isn't even remotely close to the level I need for the work you expect, or require..."

"But you just said you would-..."

"So I'll simply have to find the one that is."

Musashi's face slowly changed from one of sheer confusion, to one of disdainful realization.

"You're cruel..."

"Well I can't bring them with me. And you can't exactly work a forge like I can, can you?
I am the, what was it you said again? The Demon Blacksmith? Not much of a Demon if there isn't some down side to a deal with a monster like me, wouldn't you agree?"

Musashi knew that, to receive a blade on the level of the one she sought, she would have to watch the kids that lived in this house... Being a swordswoman, she'd never truly taken care of children, though she admitted that over the last few days that she'd become quite enamored with little lady Onui. She had, after all, been bringing snacks and drinks out to her "Big Sis Musashi". And the girl seemed to be independent enough that she only lived with Muramasa, but didn't require him to actually be a parent. He had spent the last few days holed away forging a new blade, while Onui took care of the house, and more importantly herself. At best, Musashi was being asked to ensure their safety while he was gone, but beyond that, there wasn't much more to it. He tried to hide it, but Muramasa really was a sweetie with a heart of gold...

"How long would it take you? And for that matter, where would you even find a better forge? You do realize I came to you for a reason, right? You try and hide it, but Kuwana's pretty famous for it's resident blacksmith these days. Came out of nowhere, made a name for himself overnight, able to deliver flawless works ahead of schedule. It's just like the old tale of the Blacksmith from legend. Some say you're a copycat, others a descendant, and even fewer claim you're his reincarnation. So which is it?"

"None of the above. I moved in to this place because it was abandoned, and everyone simply started calling me Muramasa because I don't truly have a name of my own. I just didn't bother correcting them."

"And the forge?"

"Legend says there's one here, in Tobusekai, lit by the flames of the Sun itself. It burns hotter than mere flames could ever allow, and it takes an ocean to quench it's thirst. But the legends don't tell of where it is. That's because they were only partly right. It is within the region of Tobusekai, however, it was actually found off the coast, it's exact location lost to time."

"If it were simply found on an island off the coast, I'm sure someone would have found it by now."

"Lost to time, and the sea is my guess. There can't be a Sun-Lit Forge on this earth, that's just preposterous. The heat alone would be a dead giveaway, if it were as the legends say. I personally think it was located on a volcanic island millennia ago, and has long since been claimed by the ocean."

"Hmm. You may be right, but if that's tru- Wait... Which ocean? Surely you aren't talking about the-"

"The Hokubu, aye."

"That's suicide!! That ocean's been uninhabitable, and borderline uncrossable since She was released. Even with Her presence long gone, it's still as corrupt as they day she showed up."

"Which is why it's the most likely place for it to be. No one's gone looking for it there."

"No. I can't let you do that, not to that girl. I won't let you."

"What if I could promise you I'd return? And not just return, but return with a sword beyond your wildest dreams?"

Musashi gave a scowl. He was essentially saying he was willing to lose himself to the corruption of a Goddess all in the name of her request to forge a sword... He was also willing to risk upsetting those two children in his care, and on top of that, potentially making Musashi herself their guardian if anything went wrong. Of course, maybe it was simpler than that, that he was going to cut and run, leaving her with two children, and no intention of returning, or forging a sword.

"What possible means do you have that you could promise such a thing?"

"By giving you my word."

The answer was instant and direct, and without any hesitation, or attempt at deception. Musashi was taken aback that his answer was so simple, and yet he seemed so sure of himself. Musashi felt like she could actually take him at his word... But that only begged another question...

"But... How can you touch that stuff without being corrupted?"

"Hm? Who said anything about touching it?"

Another direct, instant response. His confidence was only matched by his arrogance to believe himself stronger than the will of a Goddess. It seemed, no matter the question, he had a response, even if it wasn't an answer. She was actually beginning to believe him too.

"How long...?"

"Can't put an exact number frankly. A week at most, I'd say? This is all depending on whether I even find it, if it exists at all, and then if it's even still active, work it to make a weapon worthy of your request."

"And if you don't return?"

"I already gave you my word, but if you're worried about the kids, take them into Kuwana proper. There's someone called Jarett Liore. He owes me a favor. You can leave the kids with him, and the village will take care of them."

"Then why not drop them off there now, and let me come with you?"

For the first time in their entire conversation, Muramasa snapped, though not intentionally.

"No. I've lost enough people myself to know not to trust myself with anyone else's well being."

While he did not raise his voice, Muramasa was clearly upset about something. The tonal shift was a shock, even for the veteran swordswoman, causing even her to flinch. Whatever he had been through in the past... It was completely incomprehensible to someone like her, who had only lost in a material sense. Lost money she needed for a meal because she's clumsy, lost a spar because her opponent had some edge over her. What this man had lost... It was alien to her, to the extent that she was afraid. Afraid of the man, and what he might do if he lost it again, or what he would become following that. She wanted to tell him he was wrong, that he was already trusting himself with others well being. He looked after two adorable children, even if he did not share blood with them. And even though he'd deny it, he loved them. She was right of course, but not due to the fact he saved their lives. The reason was much simpler... Onui reminded him of his sister. Though she was long gone, he couldn't get over the grief of losing her. If it were to happen again... His heart would break.

"One week... If you're not back by then, I'm dropping the children off as you say, but then I'm coming to look for you. I don't care for Goddesses, or Cults, or the end of the world. But you? And what you have with these children? That's something I'm willing to place my life on the line for, no matter what you say."

"Hmph, do as you wish. Guess I'd better go get my tools ready."

A hushed yawn gave away her presence. Onui had heard enough to know.

"You're... You're leaving...?"

Muramasa wasted no time standing up, and approaching the young girl who'd seemingly awoken out of a need to visit the facilities, and overheard enough to become upset. Carefully picking her up, and straightening her hair, Muramasa spoke.

"Yeah. Big sis Musashi's going to be looking after you until I get back, okay? You'll behave for her, right?"

Onui was seemingly used to this, as, despite her tears, she agreed, though sounded very dejected. Hanging his head slightly on shame, and recognition of his aloofness, he placed a hand on her head, and rest it on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Onui. I promise I'll be back. Until I do, take care of your brother. When I get back, we'll all have a nice meal together, okay?"

Onui could help but beam with joy, smiling from ear to ear. Musashi couldn't help but smile too, not least of all because she assumed she'd be part of this promised meal. Muramasa's cooking was, perhaps, even better than his swordsmithing... With Onui assured, and returned to bed, Muramasa stated that he was leaving immediately. Musashi could make herself at home, but she wasn't allowed to enter the workshop, and most importantly had to ensure the children's safety over anything else. With a glib assurance that she wouldn't touch anything, Muramasa huffed, then left to go grab what he needed for the journey... A sword, and a hammer. With little more than a nod to assure her he'd be back, Muramasa left his "client", and made for the corrupted depths of the Hokubu.




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After much travel and toil, Merlin and Ozymandias made it to Avalon just as the sun had set. Or rather, the fields just outside its walls. Home to the citizens that enjoyed the protection of the Knights Radiant, it could be considered as an extension of the city that was named after the Everdistant Utopia. Of course, it was not Avalon itself, hence being named after it.

Ozymandias gazed over the fields, observing the townsfolk mingling and moving through the area, going about their lives. For him, it was not dissimilar to the image of his own kingdom back home. To Merlin, it was reminiscent of the night that he first left the confines of his home, and discovered humans. The night that he resolved to work towards a happy end for mankind. "This is what the Radiants fight for, Ozymandias. They're not much different to you or me." the incubus said with a gentle smile. The pharaoh remained silent, speaking his mind aloud on the topic that drove much of their conversation during their travel "I am sure that I would have taken a liking to Arthur. A man who was a King, but acted as a ruler that serves the people. An interesting contradiction. But a man of valour, nonetheless." This surprised Merlin, but his smile was made warmer for it.

Reaching into a pocket, Ozymandias grabs a small black stone and hands it to Merlin "I'm sure you know what this is." to which the incubus nodded in affirmation. "Good. Then I leave it in your hands. For now, I will return home. My condition will surely worsen if I do not treat it." the pharaoh turned away from Merlin as he spoke, preparing to leave swiftly. Merlin nodded again, speaking to the King of Kings "Safe travels, Ozymandias. I hope we meet again." Ozymandias said nothing, his body beginning to fade as he utilised the power of his Prana to leave the Radiant Fields. Before completely disappearing, he turned to face Merlin, a small smile on his lips.

With the pharaoh gone, Merlin had no business left in the area. Turning back the way he came, he makes for the south, looking to reconvene with his Hero of Justice.

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"Home". The world felt alien to his tongue. Could this abandoned shack on the outskirts on the Village of Kuwana even be called "home" any more? It had been over a year since he told that swordswoman who appeared from thin air that he'd only be gone a few days, when he initiated his own call to adventure by promising to forge them a sword beyond their wildest dreams. To pursue as dream of his own, and find the fabled 'Forge lit by the Sun itself'. Ironically a sword had been forged, just not by him, and not for some renowned swordswoman from the Iron Peninsula. A tremendous forge had been found, but it was not bathed in the radiance of the celestial body, but through humble tools, one exemplary smith managed to reach the heavens themselves. The mere thought of looking for it again made Emiya chuckle, as did the Alter Ego Muramasa within him.

As he approached the ramshackle hut he noted that time had not treated it kindly at all, Emiya noted all of the swords he had managed to create as Muramasa. Some fine work for a mere amateur, but not a single one of them even remotely close to the likes of Tsumukari. Rust already clawing at the edges of the blades, as grass and roots were reclaiming the minerals within for the planet. The path leading back to Kuwana heavily overgrown and unkempt, the roof clinging to it's last straw to remain an effective shield against the elements, the steps worn and weathered, and seemingly gnawed on by some manner of fauna. All in all, the place was a mess... As he approached the door, the planks beneath his feet screaming in agony at their first use in a long time, Emiya hesitated for only a moment before throwing wide the entrance. What was left waiting for him was wholeheartedly expected, but saddened him nevertheless. Dust. That was all. Everything was as he left it when he left, in fact, perfectly so. Not a single thing was out of place. The forge still as tidy as ever, yet no signs of life were to be seen. It was not hyperbole to state, nothing had changed from the second Emiya had left the place in that odd swordswoman's care. The room for the children completely abandoned. As a tear crept it's way down his eye, the reality he denied himself all this time was made clear. They didn't live here, and more importantly, never did to begin with. It was another layer to the fiction he told himself, as was his swordswoman "client". Onui and Tasuke were nothing more than a fabrication, a lie to comfort him after the loss of Miyu. "Musashi" was nothing more than his subconscious trying to convince himself to leave this fantasy, for he was truly needed in reality. It had worked, but the truth was a bitter pill to swallow all the same. What if he had been unable to convince himself? Had not entered the Hokubu, and found Enkidu? Had not fought Demetrias, and reclaimed the as yet unknown last remaining God Slaying Tool in Humanity's hands? Had not entered Irkalla? Had not performed his sacrifice in the Armory? What would the world have been like then? It was unlikely it was better, so he did not regret the choice, but it just hurt so much knowing that not a single part of that time that brought him such joy and contentment was fake. How very on-brand for his off-brand self...

"I know I should be used to losing everything by now, but I just can't...
I can't do anything right...


"It never gets easier, and you will never get used to that feeling."

"And you never should."

EMIYA and Alter's words, while seemingly dismissive of his feelings in the moment, were a clear attempt to steel Shirō's heart for whatever challenges await him in the future, and while the attempt was appreciated, they couldn't force him see the larger picture here. Alter's wisdom on the matter was surprisingly kind, as though he were saying that feeling of loss is what kept Shirō "human". Grounded. The fact he felt such a way over the loss of something uncorrupted by the state of the world meant he was nothing like Alter himself. But he would have to come to that conclusion himself. For the moment he resolved to never take these things for granted ever again. The rest would come with time.

Several Hours Later...​

After retrieving everything of his worth taking, and storing them all within the Throne, Emiya left the worn down hermitage to it's silent contemplations once more. It had withstood decades of solitary existence before his arrival, and while worn down, would clearly stand for many more years to come. Maybe he would eventually return, but for now it had served him well, and there was a swanky new Forge for him to set up shop in. Without looking back, he gave the forge once last farewell, waving over his shoulder before vanishing with the wind in a surge of blue energy.

(Kanki: Kyojin no Jidai) – Surge of Evocation: Epoch of Titans
Type: Defensive/Supplementary
Rank: B-S
Range: Short-Long
Chakra Cost: 20-40
Damage Points: N/A
Description: Considered the father technique of Era of Gods and Dynasty of Kings, Epoch of Titans uses the Surge of Evocation's ability to teleport objects and Surgebinders to the Throne, and return them to the field.

The Wandering Sea - Bending Space

The user, instead of applying this technique to their own body, can manifest Prana around any object or feature of the terrain to teleport it to the Throne and return it immediately or with a delayed timer. The teleported object can either reappear in a new location instantly, in the same manner as the user's own teleportation, or the user can set a delay of up to four turns and it will return on the first turn after the said number of turn elapses (e.g. a delay of 4 turns, the casting of this jutsu counting as the 1st, means it will reappear at the beginning of the user's 5th turn). The user can also create a technique or familiar with an aura of prana, which can only take affect in the same turn it is created, that allows the technique to teleport itself to a new location. This applies to virtually all type of jutsu except those which are streamed, as the user would find themselves unable to progress to this technique before the other reaches its end. This application occurs in the same timeframe as the jutsu cast and offensive jutsu teleported in this manner must reappear a minimum of five-meters away from any opponents unless the user is also within short-range of that opponent, in which it must reappear at least one meter away. The user cannot teleport any object or jutsu to or from a 1-meter distance from any opponents. However this entire variant cannot be applied to the opponent's jutsus which exceed B-Rank in chakra and it cannot be used on Noble Phantasms or Custom Weapons.

The Everlasting Heaven - Warping Time

This variant involves surging a large amount of Prana throughout the user’s body in order to enter the Throne. Their body, and everything on their person, will disappear instantly in a flash of light reflecting the color of their Prana. The user will then reappear amidst another flash of light at a location of their choosing. If the user reappears within less than a meter of the opponent, the opponent can react with any instant, passive or freeform or chakraless technique. Reappearing is accompanied by a crackling sound, creating both an audible and visual queue. The instant use of this technique, which doesn't take a slot in the timefreame, is enabled by the fact that the ethereal energy already exists within their chakra systems. Thrice per battle the user can utilize a stronger version of this ability (S-Rank) to prolong their stay in the Throne. This allows them to exist within the alternate dimension as Prana, which effectively places their body in a stasis. This halts blood loss, the propagation of poisons, the duration of active techniques/abilities, and any other aliments or conditions. This will happen for as long as the user is within the Throne. The user can only remain there for a maximum of four turns per usage. The first application, considered A-Rank, can only be used once every three turns. It can also only be used four times per battle. The second application, considered S-Rank, can only be used three per battle and operates on the same cooldown as the A-Rank version. S-Rank applications render the user unable to use S-Rank or higher Prana for the next turn, if the user remains in the Throne for longer than a turn.




Leaving Landmark via teleportation. Heading to #212, Port of Innovus.
 
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