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Immortality
It's a funny word.
Not in the joking manner a jester would often use, but rather the meaning behind it is one of the ironic sort.
Kings and queens of times old past had longed for a perpetual existence. They strive for an undying soul. For an undying body. They want to remain youthful. They want eternity at the tip of their greasy little fingers to freely spend them in defiance of the World's order.
For them it is the ultimate sign of power, a chance with absolute certainty to conjure up golden empires from the ash of the old ones. After all, a timeless monarchy that will never collapse is too big a temptation to resist by mortal men
Inhabitants of the Moonlit world constantly search for immortality. For immortality means one step closer to the Root. Or at least, immortality would mean they have enough time to figure out the correct path to the Root, and thus obtain the True Magics
For them, it is the ultimate solution to the answer all Magus are seeking. For what kind of average Magi would pass on the chance to obtain the absolute answer to literally everything inside and outside the fucking universe?
No one would for sure
But, is it a blessing or a curse? What compels them to go great lengths to obtain may just be what repulse others from doing so
Ciel Elesia is immortal
She could have a normal life. She loves curry. She's a peasant girl born in the 70's who can bake really good naan bread. Overall, her existence should have been normal
Then Fate mess her up by having a vampire taking hold of her body and kill everybody inside her village
and accidentally prevent her from dying of insanity after the deed
As if that's not enough, the Vatican church then decides to experiment on her before slapping the girl on with the label of being their Executor that she is known for today
It is an undeniable fact that immortality is often overrated
Overall, her life could not get any more miserable than it already is things go. That is what she thought at the time.
Then came (Y/n) (L/n) with his big fucking hammer to shatter that deluson of hers
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"Ciel"
"...."
"Is the pain still there?"
"...."
She stared blankly at the ceiling
Two hundred and fifty three
That is the amount of times she had died while on mission as an Executor of the Burial Agency.
Being a top notch fighter with a regenerative body and peak human condition, rarely did she ever died twice under the same Apostle's hand
Still, Ciel did sometime take damage when it comes to combatting opponents out of her league - in which case death is just a convenience to resume the fight in a fresh state. Cases like those has been more common lately. They are perfectly accceptable
Infinite
That is the amount of time she died under the hand of (Y/n) (L/n)...while having a non-lethal spar with him
And all of those kills...were done with one blow
...under an infinite fraction of a nanosecond...
No. Infinite is not even close to the real number of deaths she'd encountered.
If anything, her mind had simply shut down from information overload the moment she was shown the merest glimpse of his attack
"I'm sorry" She heard the boy apologizing sheepishly behind her "I tried my best to hold back, but it seems like you haven't reached that level yet"
Her hand tightened around the Black Keys
Imagine being told that. Normal people might have assumed he's only flaunting his power around. But she's been around him for long enough to tell (Y/n)'s not one of those blundering fools she's often acquaintanced with
He is merely stating a fact
How would someone goes around to defeat a person like (Y/n), Ciel wondered
It was a simple, avwrage
She'd tried over three hundred combinations of strategy, physics and Magecraft in order to find the one that would affect him the most.
Iron Plates to stagger, enchanted black keys with various elemental Magecraft rites being added in to weaken the boy enough for a decisive blow while keeping her distance from him.
A storm of steel soming from fourteen different directions should have been impossible for him to deflect
'Haha, deflection goes brrrr'
Except...he did
Her eyes have been fast enough to barely see what he had done
One moment, they were barely grazing his skin. The next, all twenty-four Black Keys were thrown back at her at double the velocity from before
Those had been counterstrikes. Mere redirections with a twitch of his finger that is in no way multiplied by his own strength mirrored back to her like a twisted distortions
The Executor could feel the hope of winning against him dwindling out by the seconds
Then how about defense? What if she focus on evasion and guarding against his attacks instead?
After all, it may just be that (Y/n) (L/n) is a one-trick pony. Maybe he isn't as good at attacking as he is at defending
The strike came from a toilet paper roll he Projected out of midair just as she was a fraction of bringing her blades up in time
It was untraceable. A small flick of his wrist as the toilet paper tore through her nerves so fast she can't even register the pain
The delay in thought process brought about a contradiction. She is dead, but at the same time her mind does not register herself as having been killed. This creates a lag in the World order in that time, resulting in a loop where she repeatedly died to the paper roll an infinite amount of time in an infinitely small distance within an infinite hyperspace
In that singular point in time, the World was forced to reset her body countless time just so it can keep up with the rate at which her existence is being continuously erased
So how fast was it? How fast can (Y/n) attack?
She can normally perceive objects travelling at supersonic speed. in that sense, the toilet paper-roll is effectively moving at hypersonic speed or beyond once it reached her, cutting her at a velocity faster than the light reflecting off them
Following the laws of thermodynamics, the immense wind pressure would have torn those papers apart even if they are reinforced, so such a feat should be impossible
The answer is clear
One don't just simply "defeat" (Y/n) (L/n)
He is a completely alien existence to her. The gap between them is so large it'd be a joke. Crossing that gap by herself would be an even bigger joke. Thankfully, she doesn't need to do that
After all, Ciel's goal wasn't to surpass him, it is to outgrow herself
As long as she can grow herself under his tutelage, it wouldd not be considered a wasted effort
"Let's try this again" She groggily stood up. Her legs are still shaky, but still fine. "I'd like to start from the beginning, if possible"
He slowly nodded
With a flick of his wrist, the toilet roll paper vanished into thin air
She listened with attentiveness as the boy put his hand in his pocket
"So right now we're training you to better match the pace of other average Executors out there" He began pacing back and forth "They can outrun you, outpower you, and most imporantly lasts longer than you in a contest of stamina. In that situation, what do you do to win against them?"
"I-"
"That is the initial question posed to you" He interrupted. Ciel shut up "You did spectacularly in demonstrating your strategy against me. But Ciel, you failed to take into account the point of the question"
"To fight against opponents of higher caliber than yourself, what do you need to first consider?"
"Movement pattern, temperament, types of Magecraft used, compatibility, potential ace and conceptual weakness" She listed
"Knowing just one of those things brings and edge to you in combat, allowing for formulation of a viable strategy with the stongest probability of succeeding or one that minimize the chance for failure"
It is the fundamentals of tactical combat. Every decent fighter follows the basic order of observation in an effort to adjust themselves, that and combined with an innate understanding of their arsenal would allow them to shift the playing field to their side
Whether it be CQC, long-distance engagement, or all-out brawl, intel is what determines how the majority of the battle will turn out
"Wrong. It's suicide attacks"
Unless you just happens to be (Y/n) (L/n)
"What?"
"Suicide attacks" He turned away "Five minutes in our spar and I realized you didn't even have a suicide tactic in preparation for me. No glorious takedown nor hidden last resorts - just pure, plain, boring planning and watching those plan be driven to the ground"
"I don't uderstand"
"What you did in the fight is merely minimzing the chance of loss against them, not..winning" he explained "You fought with the mindset of a desperate prey who has met its end, instead of a true hunter"
"Are you saying I should have recklessly throw myself at them?"
"To beat someone stronger than you, the first thing you need to do is to stop limiting yourself" The steel in his voice is enough to cut through any argument she might have made
"Stop comparing yourself to them and instead go with it. Every clash is a fight for your life, so even if it breaks you, make damn sure you give your all to it"
Attacks can usually be divided in two categories. Those that are normally within the physical capacity of the user to carry out and not suffer internal damage to their bodies, and those that are only used as a last resort
The word "Broken" has been thrown around long enough for it to be used as a concept for other things
In the Moonlit world, "broken Magecraft" are practices of Mysteries that can only be activated upon the user's death, or use their demise as the basis to kickstart the operation for the procedure leading to that attack.
A "broken" Phantasm is an object of legend compressed and strengthened to it's utmost limit, resulting in a forced rank-up that escalate their destructive power at the cost of turning them into a one-use item
"What you are saying is-"
"Suicide bombing. Single-use Magecraft that are overpowered and kills you upon activation. Self-destruction with wide area-denial. There exists many types of innate ability that is usually restricted due to their lethality which are now be negated by your undying nature, which means you can spam them for as much as you want"
No. It's ridiculous.But it works, right? If it works then it isn't ridiculous. People would not expect such a bold move from an organization known for their conservative stance in religion
Ciel started sweating in nervousness
"To that end, do you see the unlimited possibilities befor your eyes if you stop seeing yourself as weak?"
A finger was pointed at her
"Your limit is but a shell, so don't let that shell dictates your limit!" He shouted "Don't believe in the me that believe in you or the you that believe in me, believe in the you that that belive yourself!"
Quest completed: [Heaven's Drill]
- Make 3 Gurenn Lagann references before the day ends
She is familiar with the concept
Broken Magecraft is a result of combustion in the energy's composition being cramped inside a tight space that exceeds their holding capacity. Most Magus doesn't utilize enough Mana for their experiments for this phenomenon to occurs, unless they are trying to kill themselves
...It was a tactic she had never considered before. She realized with ruefulness and an underlying sense of resignation to her fate. He really is a brutal teacher
"I see" She straightened her back
"Instead of treating my immortality as a curse, I could turn it into my own weapon. That is what you are implying"
He did not reply, merely turning his head sideway
As enigmatic as he is, the sheer teaching genius that is (Y/n) (L/n) had opened multiple paths to explore without a single initiative.
"I think I'm ready, Sensei"
"Good" He nodded curtly "Now let's try again - This time be more serious, Ciel"
Without a single word, she moved, the Black Keys in her hand disappeared from sight
(Y/n) tilted his head as two blades blurred past him, hand casually batting aside two more aimed at his head. The hidden fifth Sacrament was swiftly evaded as it tried to pierce his shadow from the opposite direction.
The boy spun in the air, a paper wrap roll materialized in his hand ready to be deployed
"I announce: Paper shall beat Scissors-" He intoned a mysterious chant "-As Rock had beaten it, let the three revolving element strike, and the rule of the game evoked"
It is a chant of unknown origin, lost to time as the world evolve. But it is in passing that she witnessed the miracle enacted in the boy's strike. An existence that should have been forgotten dug up from relic of the past to aid in the effort of the present
To be remembered even as centuries past..maybe there was more to immortality than she had first thought
Rushing forward and catching the first two in their arcing trajectory, Ciel slashed down at him with the two other bouncing back from their path
"ROCK PAPER SCISSORS GO" They yelled
Four simultaneous cut. Paper ripped through reinforced steel with ease
Yet still, she smiled
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The setting sun shone down upon the road, painting it a bright orange the same as the evening sky above us.
We walked side by side, with me humming a jaunty tune as Ciel walked by my side. She looked slightly worn out with a few bruises and cuts adorning her body - a result of me repeatedly killing her for the past three hours or so
Since today is Saturday, that means no school in the morning.
We just spent nearly half a day sparring with each other in the local church's training ground since she had the idea of testing herself against someone "of my caliber"
I have no idea what she meant by that
After all, I am merely a normal magus who wishes for an average life, but whose luck does not allow him to do so peacefully
"The Final exams are coming in" Ciel spoke up, her comment came quite suddenly. I merely incline my head in response "After that is summer. Do you have any plan for the vacation yet?"
Summer
It's a time for relaxing, unless when you're living in Asia and each summer equates to three months of cram study hell. In which case, you're never alone
I hummed in thought
Let's see...I'm planning on returning to teaching Rin and Sakura once the Fourth Grail War is over. Before that, there's only the normal Executor duty and acting as a side character for the remaining duration of my life
"Not at the moment" I shook my head after some second of thinking "No current plan as of yet, though I'm considering spending some time with my family members to travel overseas"
"Familiars, huh? You've mentioned them a few time before" She said so. Silence descended down between us as i realized what she had just said
Oh...crap basket
Did I? I racked my brains to remember. Maybe it slipped from my mouth when asked about the relatives I have.
I recalled replying there's none aside from my Familiars, as my parents are dead and none of the other contacts on my phone ever manage to connects. It seems the appropriate answer at first...
Have I been in this world for too long that I started making standard mistakes like a normal self-insert character?
No. If there's any solution present, at least it's better to let her know about it in a natural way instead of the incident with TYPE-MARS.
To that end, I decided to just be honest about it
"Yeah. I guess they did classify as Familiars due to how they are conceived. However, they are more like a small family to me" I nodded "A weird, bizarre, but still functioning family that I like to keep around"
"I see. How are they like?"
"Hate human. Suck at housework. Some more genocidal than other, some are normally harmless, and some are just plain weird" I listed off "You probably won't understand if you haven't met them yet"
Because the nature of those alien entity are not supposed to be understood by normal human. if you were to describe to a first-grader what the real Cthulhu looks like, chances are he's going to go insane from imagining its form.
"Sounds like a real hassle to keep them arround"
"Oh believe me, they're good companies"
The TYPE's are effectively the same. Mars whose animal-like behaviors had caused me many trouble with the neighbor in the past . Mercury who came to be the drug-collector simply because she mistakes them for flour upon her creation. Venus who once killed my classmate because they were bothering me
"Still, I wish they had been more considerate of their creator..."
There are times I caught them doing things that would be considered immoral or apathetic to human nature.
A part of me felt conflicted as that does not mean they are not inherently evil. Nobody on this planet can understand them sans me, because I'm the one who creates them
And the way they turned out so mentally different...is partly my fault
I gazed forward
It would be rather bad of me to accept I did not prefer any of them to the other average child with their perfectly average parents.
Just like the will of the planet, they are all daughters to me, so in a sense-
Wait. Let's rewind that shit a bit
The thought echoed inside (Y/n)'s head. It then bounced around the back of his skull and came back with a full vengeance
'Daughter? The will of the planet?' I narrowed my eyes 'When did I start referring to Gaia as my daughter?'
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For a moment, I had felt almost natural in doing so
Haven't rest my eyes for some time now I suppose. The last few nights have mostly been me studying for the upcoming exam while tending to my work in the Church, so it's only natural I haven't had the chance to relax since
I nodded. Maybe it's just a mental fluke. Nothing to worry about. Everything's perfectly fine
"Then what about you? What are you planning for this summer?"
"Ha ha, just normal stuff" She grinned and put her hands behind her head "Narbareck contacted me last week about a new addition to the Burial Agency. A new recruit if I remember right"
"Oh?"
"Yeah. He has this dead look in his eyes, with brown hair and brown eyes" She started drawing a face from thin air, I merely replicate them in my mind
"The reports I've read states he's actually a member of the Eighth Sacrament Assembly before but later quit in order to pursue his dream of becoming - get a load of this - a hero of justice"
Something about that description sounds familiar
Yet for the life of me, I could not remember who it is
"Seriously? This candidate seems like an interesting guy"
"I'm not done. Apparently one of our member had shown him the light and he wished to meet that person again" She smiled "It cannot be Dawn because he's busy in America with his partner. The other six are not exactly sociable to make inspiring speech. Narbareck herself is out of the question. Overall, only you and one other can do this"
I raised an eyebrow
"Come on, you really thought I have enough charisma to inspire a priest to be a hero of justice?"
It was intended as a joke, but her only reaction is a shrug, something that for some reason worries me immensely
Whatever exists in the world, it did not stop the shock from surfacing at her next words
"Then it must be the other one. Walter C.Dornez"
I stopped just in that fraction of a second. A sense of dread creeping up my spine
"Who?"
"You know, Walter, the supposed original member of the Burial Agency?" Ciel swooned with a hint of excitement in her voice, bag swaying as she waved in the air "The rumored strongest Executor of the Church, the revered vampire slayer, not a Walter, but the Walter?"
Walter
Of course, that is the name I did not expect to hear again
"Can you tell me more about him?" My mouth felt dry as I posed the question. I hope it would be a different person with the same name
"Alright, so just last month a few other colleagues of mine dug up some files related to one of the disappearing cases within Misaki for Executor works. That's when they came across a folder, on it only titled his name"
Right. The report I made upon coming back here. In it detailed the normal operations I've overtook in Fuyuki and a few other cities oversea
It shouldn't be something harmful, given they're mostly about vampire-related stuf-
Oh no
My face paled as I rememebred the content of the report
"And he is a true badass!" She swooned "Did you know the time where he sniped an honest-to-God Apostle Ancestor from a distance of 13km away and kill him in one shot?!"
I was just blindly firing in his general direction and hit him in the head
"And that one time where he tamed a Chimera in America when it attacked him?"
The one that got lost on the wrong side of the world. I'm only giving him a way home
"He cleared out an entire base of Magecraft-enhanced mercenary that is smuggling Phantasmal Beast across the country with nothing but a knife"
....Wasn't that where I found Rin and Sakura?
"Assassinated and assimilated seven different Mana drug disrtibuting organization across different continents in one night, supposedly wiping out 80% of the world's cocainum supply in a mere 24 hours after that"
....Mercury, I swear to God...
To my horrified stare, what she said next almost made me fainted on the spot
"There's talk of him in the Clocktower, you know? Several families are already invested in this man and the power he possess. Thanks to him, the Church had more recruit attempting to follow their idol's footstep"
"...." Just stop-
"Narbareck had neither confirmed nor denied it. In fact, from the archeological evidence found in Magecraft research there was the suggestion that Walter himself is older than her. If possible, he could be the first Executor ever to have been recorded in history!"
She sighed blissfully "He's like a Hero for us church-dwellers..."
So consumed was Ciel in her daydreaming that she failed to see (Y/n) slowly sitting to the ground behind her
No, no no no no
I clutched my head
M-my average life.
The cursed name was supposed to be a one-time thing. It was supposed to be a ONE TIME THING
The urge to scream out was so tempting. Sadly, doing so would do nothing but draw attention to myself and inconvenience the passerby. Mentally, I couldn't help but lament my misfortune over this matter.
Something had went wrong somewhere, and searching through my memory I found nothing that could indicate I've messed up. The fact remained unchanging that I've gotten myself into this mess by an unknown force controlling my fate
Slowly, shakily, I got up from the ground
There can be no doubt about it, "Walter C.Dornez" has officially become an urban legend among the Moonlit world - something that can only spell disaster in the future
The only reason I created that alias is to try to be as inconspicuous as possible. I avoided all of the death flags, avoided gaining any attention from characters of the main cast, avoided operating outside the limit of Canon so as not to affect them in any way whatsoever
How did it become like this? Seriously, how?
I did not care that the name Walter gets so many praises as much as I dreaded what people will make of it once his real identity is revealed. In this case, I am a superhero everybody whose mask is eager to peel off
And when the curtain falls, my average life will be over
...
I must fix this
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What (Y/n) (L/n) failed to understand - or refuse to comprehend - is the degree to which his alias has gained their fame among the world of Mystery
Magecraft and faith has always comes hand to hand, especially when convenience demands of it. An unknown fact regarding the correlation between thes two is that one's faith affect their performance in mystery
If a man isn't a god, with enough faith he can become one
Such as Angra Manyu
If a man isn't a saint, faith will prove him wrong
Such as Shirou Kotomine
The scale at which beliefs or rumors surrounding a central figure can influence their legends is minimal if only a small amount of people is included, for they lack the required faith. However, should that number rose up to a pantheon, a country, or even the world, a new phenomenon occur
What the World perceive as the "truth" and what people perceive as the "truth" comes into contact with each other...and they clash, violently.
Eventually, one either conceded or the other. Depending on the amount of faith gathered only one in two results can be accepted: The disappearance of the old truth and insurgence of the new one, or the status quo stays the same
How much faith did (Y/n) truly inspired?
If you were to ask him, the answer would be: "Only an average amount".
Truly a humbling answer, but we all knew the truth
His achievements are untold, not because they are not known, not because they're insignificant in scale, but because they are innumerable from the perspective of those who follow him with reverence.
The man's feat, added with the multiplier from one of the more utility-focused skill he has like [Absolute Charisma], brings that faith into a whole new level.
To put it into perspective, a talented commander can hold the attention of an army with words of encouragement and sheer authority.
In (Y/n)'s case, he did not need to do that, as every beings, whether their nature be holy or demonic, would not hesitate to fight, bleed, and die for him as per the instinctive obligation held from his presence
He is...to put it...the ultimate deity of the Moonlit world, whether he likes it or not
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