Chapter 5: New Faces and Old Legends
Kazuki awoke feeling unusually refreshed, his mind clear despite the strange dream-interface experience. He checked his internal system status:
[SYSTEM STATUS: FULLY OPERATIONAL]
Recovery Complete
Type Synchronizations Stabilized:
- Mercury: 3.11%
- Saturn: 0.57%
- Moon: 0.89%
- Venus: 0.31%
Phase 1 Abilities Available for Deployment
The room's lighting had automatically adjusted to indicate Chaldea's artificial daytime cycle. According to the clock on his bedside table, he had slept for nearly eighteen hours straight. His stomach growled insistently, reminding him that his body, despite its increasingly unusual nature, still had very human needs.
After a quick shower and change into the standard Chaldea uniform—a white and black outfit with blue accents that marked him as a Master candidate—Kazuki headed for the cafeteria. The corridors were busier than he remembered from his brief tour before the explosion, with staff members hurrying between stations and repair crews working on damaged systems.
The cafeteria itself was a large, utilitarian space with several long tables and a food service area. Despite the early hour, it was already occupied by a handful of people—mostly support staff and a few faces Kazuki recognized from the candidate program.
And one individual who was impossible to miss.
She sat alone at a corner table, her Renaissance-style dress a dramatic contrast to the modern surroundings. Long hair framed a face of impossible beauty, and an enigmatic smile played on her lips as she sketched something in a notebook.
Kazuki's interface immediately identified her:
[SERVANT DETECTED]
Class: Caster
True Name: Leonardo da Vinci
Parameters: All B+
Noble Phantasm: Uomo Universale
Note: Manifested in self-designed female form
As if sensing his analysis, Da Vinci looked up and caught his gaze. Her smile widened as she waved him over with an elegant gesture.
"Ah, our mysterious patient awakens!" she declared as Kazuki approached. "Come, sit! I've been most eager to meet the young man who has Roman and the Director so flustered."
Kazuki hesitated, then took the offered seat. "You're Leonardo da Vinci."
"Indeed I am! Though in this perfect form of my own design," she replied cheerfully, gesturing to her female body. "The true manifestation of the beauty I sought to capture in the Mona Lisa. But enough about my genius—tell me about yours."
"I'm hardly a genius," Kazuki said cautiously.
Da Vinci's eyes sparkled with amusement. "False modesty doesn't suit someone harboring a system that synchronizes with Type Mercury. Oh yes, Roman told me everything—medical confidentiality doesn't apply to geniuses like myself who are essential to Chaldea's operations."
Before Kazuki could respond, his stomach growled audibly, causing Da Vinci to laugh.
"Food first, then interrogation," she decided. "The mysteries of your existence can wait until after breakfast."
After Kazuki retrieved a tray of food from the service area, he returned to find Da Vinci had pushed aside her sketchbook and was watching him with undisguised curiosity.
"So," she began once he started eating, "a system that allows synchronization with Ultimate Ones. Absolutely fascinating—and theoretically impossible."
Kazuki chewed thoughtfully before responding. "The system calls itself a 'Root-Anomaly Combat Interface.' Does that mean anything to you?"
"Hmm, 'Root-Anomaly,'" Da Vinci mused, tapping her chin. "The implication being that it originated from some aberration within the Akashic Records themselves—a flaw or perhaps an intentional subprogram in the foundation of reality." She leaned forward, eyes intense. "May I see it? Your interface?"
"It's not visible to others," Kazuki explained. "It's like... a heads-up display only I can see."
"Fascinating! A phenomenon that exists solely within your perception yet produces observable effects on reality." Da Vinci's enthusiasm was infectious. "What does it look like to you?"
Kazuki described the translucent display with its orbital rings and data readouts. As he spoke, Da Vinci began sketching rapidly, her hand moving with inhuman precision across her notebook.
"Something like this?" she asked, turning the sketchbook to reveal a remarkably accurate rendering of what Kazuki saw—a floating interface with planetary rings and status indicators.
"That's... exactly it. How did you—"
"Universal genius," she replied with a wink. "And perhaps a touch of Uomo Universale—my Noble Phantasm that grants me insight into all human possibility. Your system may be unique, but the ways a human mind would visualize such a system are finite."
Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Ritsuka and Mash, both looking pleased to see Kazuki up and about.
"Itsuki-san!" Ritsuka greeted him warmly. "You're looking much better."
"Good morning, Itsuki-senpai," Mash added with a small bow. "Dr. Roman asked us to bring you to the command center once you were awake. There's a strategic meeting about the next singularity."
Da Vinci closed her sketchbook with a theatrical sigh. "And here I was just getting to the interesting questions. Very well—duty calls. But this conversation isn't over, Kazuki Itsuki." She rose gracefully. "I've already prepared several experiments I'd like to run on your crystallization abilities."
The thought of being Da Vinci's test subject was simultaneously intriguing and terrifying. Before Kazuki could respond, the Renaissance genius had glided away, leaving the three humans alone.
"Da Vinci-chan is... intense," Ritsuka remarked with a nervous laugh.
"That's putting it mildly," Kazuki agreed. "Is she always like that?"
"Actually, she was being relatively restrained," Mash said seriously. "When she learned about your abilities, she spent six hours in her workshop designing test scenarios."
They made their way to Chaldea's command center—a large, circular room dominated by the SHEBA observation system and numerous monitoring stations. The massive globe at the center now showed several glowing points of disturbance throughout human history—the singularities threatening to sever humanity's timeline.
Dr. Roman and a holographic projection of Director Olga Marie stood beside the main console, engaged in what appeared to be a heated discussion. They fell silent as the trio entered.
"Ah, perfect timing!" Roman said, his cheerful tone slightly forced. "Itsuki-kun, good to see you up and about. How are you feeling?"
"Fully recovered," Kazuki replied, noting the tension in the room. "What's going on?"
Director Olga Marie's hologram flickered as she turned to face them. "We're discussing deployment strategies for the Orleans Singularity. Given your... unique condition, there's some debate about how best to utilize you."
"I believe both Masters should be deployed together," Roman argued. "Their combined abilities proved successful in Fuyuki."
"And I maintain that splitting our resources provides better coverage," Olga countered. "Fujimaru has already demonstrated conventional Master capabilities. Itsuki represents an unknown factor that could be decisive if deployed independently."
The implication was clear—Olga wanted to use Kazuki as a separate operative, perhaps to maximize the impact of his unusual abilities. The proposal made strategic sense, but something about her calculating tone made Kazuki uncomfortable.
"With respect, Director," he said carefully, "I'm still learning how to control these abilities. In Fuyuki, I nearly died from overexertion. Working alongside Fujimaru-san and Mash-san provides a safety net while I develop further synchronization."
Olga's holographic eyes narrowed. "Your system provides detailed analytical capabilities that would be invaluable for reconnaissance, especially regarding enemy Servants. A single Master with your abilities could potentially gather intelligence without direct engagement."
"Or be overwhelmed without support," Roman countered. "We can't afford to lose either Master, especially when we have so few resources left."
The debate might have continued, but a new voice interrupted—melodious and slightly teasing.
"My, such serious faces for so early in the morning," Da Vinci commented as she swept into the command center. "Perhaps a compromise is in order? Our young Masters could operate together initially, then separate for specific objectives as the situation demands."
Olga considered this for a moment, then nodded curtly. "Acceptable. But I want detailed readings on Itsuki's capabilities in field conditions. His system represents technology beyond anything in Chaldea's database."
"I'm not technology," Kazuki said quietly. "And I'm standing right here."
The room fell silent at his mild rebuke. Even Olga looked momentarily taken aback.
"Of course," she finally said, her tone slightly less clinical. "My apologies, Itsuki. It's easy to forget the human element when viewing everything as tactical resources."
Dr. Roman cleared his throat. "Right, then. Let's proceed with the briefing." He activated a holographic display showing a map of medieval France. "The second major singularity appears centered around Orleans in 1431—during the latter stages of the Hundred Years' War."
The map zoomed in on Orleans, highlighting areas of magical disturbance.
"According to SHEBA's analysis, this era has been critically altered," Roman continued. "Joan of Arc, who historically led French forces to several victories before being captured and executed, has instead become some kind of... Dark Servant."
"Dark Joan?" Ritsuka asked.
Mash nodded grimly. "Historical records show Joan of Arc was burned at the stake on May 30, 1431. But in this singularity, it appears she somehow survived or was resurrected—and is now leading an army that's destroying France."
"That doesn't sound like the historical Joan at all," Kazuki observed.
"Precisely," Roman agreed. "Something—or someone—has corrupted her Saint Graph, transforming her into a force of destruction rather than salvation. She's accompanied by multiple Servant-class entities, forming what appears to be a dark court of some kind."
Kazuki's interface displayed additional analysis:
[SINGULARITY ASSESSMENT]
Orleans (1431 CE)
Distortion Level: Critical
Theoretical Type Connection: Venus (Transformation/Beauty)
Key Anomaly: Altered Heroic Spirit Manifestation
"My system is detecting a potential Venus connection in this singularity," Kazuki reported. "Something related to transformation or altered manifestation."
Da Vinci's eyes lit up with interest. "Venus... the Roman goddess of beauty, whose Greek equivalent Aphrodite was born from sea foam—a fundamental transformation from base elements to divine form. How appropriate for a singularity involving a transformed saint."
"The Rayshift system will be ready in three days," Roman said. "That gives you time to prepare and for us to attempt servant summoning. With the FATE system partially restored, we should be able to provide additional Servant support for this mission."
The meeting continued with discussions of tactical approaches and historical context. Throughout, Kazuki noticed Olga's hologram watching him with particular intensity—as if trying to decode what made him tick. He couldn't blame her; he was asking himself the same question.
After the briefing concluded, Ritsuka approached Kazuki as they left the command center.
"I'm glad you'll be coming to Orleans," he said sincerely. "Working together in Fuyuki made a real difference."
"Thanks," Kazuki replied. "Though I get the feeling the Director would prefer to have me under a microscope rather than in the field."
"Can you blame her?" Ritsuka smiled wryly. "You're connecting to planetary beings that most mages consider theoretical at best. Even I find it a little intimidating, and I'm pretty hard to scare after what we saw in Fuyuki."
The honest admission made Kazuki laugh despite himself. "Fair enough. I intimidate myself sometimes, if that helps."
They parted ways, with Ritsuka heading to training exercises with Mash while Kazuki was directed to Da Vinci's workshop for what Roman euphemistically called "capability assessment."
The workshop was a marvel of organized chaos—part Renaissance studio, part modern laboratory, with various contraptions and half-finished inventions covering every available surface. Da Vinci herself stood before a complex array of monitoring equipment, adjusting settings with the precision of someone who had designed every component personally.
"Ah, right on time!" she exclaimed when Kazuki entered. "I've prepared several experiments to better understand your crystallization abilities. Nothing invasive—well, mostly non-invasive."
"That's... not very reassuring," Kazuki said, eyeing what appeared to be a modified MRI machine in the corner.
Da Vinci waved dismissively. "Oh, don't worry. The worst that could happen is minor reality destabilization, but I've installed dampeners for that very contingency."
Before Kazuki could protest, she had already guided him to a cleared area in the center of the workshop, surrounded by monitoring devices and what appeared to be reinforced glass barriers.
"Now then," Da Vinci said, stepping behind one of the barriers, "please manifest your Mercury crystallization at the lowest power level you can maintain."
Taking a deep breath, Kazuki focused on the Mercury synchronization within his system:
[TYPE MERCURY ACCESS]
Current Sync: 3.11%
Available Function: Crystalline Manifestation (Basic)
Power Regulation: Minimal Output Selected
Executing...
He extended his hand, focusing on creating the smallest possible crystal formation. A shimmering lattice appeared above his palm—a geometric structure about the size of a golf ball, refracting light in patterns that seemed to defy conventional optics.
"Marvelous!" Da Vinci exclaimed, instruments around the room whirring and clicking as they recorded data. "The crystalline structure doesn't conform to any known lattice arrangement. It's as if it's refracting not just light, but conceptual weight itself."
For the next hour, Da Vinci ran Kazuki through various tests—creating different shapes of crystals, attempting to affect different materials, and trying to maintain formations for extended periods. Each exercise provided new insights, both for Da Vinci and for Kazuki's understanding of his own abilities.
"The crystallization seems to temporarily impose Mercury's physical laws on local space," Da Vinci observed as she reviewed the data. "It's not just creating physical crystals—it's altering how reality processes information in that specific area."
"That matches what my system calls 'Crystallized Worldview,'" Kazuki confirmed. "It's described as a reality filter that processes phenomena through Mercury's conceptual logic."
Da Vinci's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Do you realize the implications? You're not just creating constructs; you're temporarily rewriting local reality to follow alien physical laws. The applications are... well, beyond what even my genius can immediately calculate."
The testing continued, expanding to include Kazuki's other abilities—the Saturn-derived Chrono-Drift Shell that provided temporal protection, the Moon-based healing light, and his Venus-influenced analytical capabilities.
"Your Saturn synchronization is particularly interesting," Da Vinci noted as she examined readings from a temporal distortion test. "Saturn has traditionally been associated with time, boundaries, and limitations in multiple mythologies. Your Chrono-Drift Shell seems to create a temporal buffer zone—a space where time flows slightly differently than the surrounding environment."
By the end of the session, Kazuki was mentally exhausted but had gained valuable insights into his abilities' practical applications and limitations. Da Vinci, meanwhile, had filled multiple notebooks with observations and theoretical frameworks.
"We've only scratched the surface," she said as she dismissed him, "but this gives me plenty to work with. I'm developing support equipment that might help stabilize your manifestations in the field."
"Thank you," Kazuki said sincerely. "Having a better understanding of these abilities makes them less intimidating."
Da Vinci's expression softened slightly. "It must be disorienting—having your entire existence recontextualized so suddenly. If it helps, even among Heroic Spirits, your condition is unique. You're neither human nor Servant, neither divine nor demonic. You're... becoming something new."
"That's what scares me," Kazuki admitted. "What if I lose myself in the process?"
"Ah, the classic fear of transformation," Da Vinci smiled knowingly. "As someone who chose to manifest in a form different from my historical appearance, I understand the concern. But remember—identity isn't fixed. It evolves. The question isn't whether you'll change, but whether you'll direct that change or be directed by it."
The insight was surprisingly comforting. As Kazuki left the workshop, he felt more centered despite the uncertainty of his condition. Da Vinci, for all her eccentric genius, had a way of putting complex existential issues into perspective.
His next stop was the newly restored summoning chamber, where Ritsuka was attempting to call forth additional Servants for their upcoming mission. Kazuki arrived just in time to witness a successful summoning—the room filling with blue light as a magic circle activated on the floor.
From the light emerged a tall figure in gleaming armor, long purple hair flowing down her back. She carried a massive spear that seemed to radiate deadly intent, and her crimson eyes surveyed the room with the calm assessment of a born warrior.
"Servant Lancer," she announced in a voice that commanded immediate respect. "Scáthach, Queen of the Land of Shadows. I ask you—are you worthy to be my Master?"
Ritsuka stepped forward with admirable composure. "I am Ritsuka Fujimaru, Master of Chaldea. We seek your help to restore human history."
Scáthach's piercing gaze studied him for a long moment. "Your magical potential is modest, yet I sense resolve beyond your years." Her eyes shifted, landing on Kazuki with sudden intensity. "And what are you? Neither human nor divine, yet carrying the echo of worlds beyond this one."
Kazuki's interface immediately analyzed the new Servant:
[SERVANT ANALYSIS]
Class: Lancer
True Name: Scáthach
Parameters: All A+ or higher
Notable Skills:
- Primordial Rune (A+)
- God-Slayer (A)
- Wisdom of Dún Scáith (A+)
Divine Authority: Death/Boundary/Wisdom
Type Resonance Detected: Pluto (0.01% Connection Initializing)
The last line caught Kazuki by surprise. Simply being in Scáthach's presence was initiating a new Type synchronization—with Pluto, the embodiment of death and boundaries.
"I'm Kazuki Itsuki," he answered carefully. "A Master candidate with Chaldea, though my condition is... complicated."
Scáthach approached him with measured steps, her spear casually held but radiating lethal purpose. "You carry the mark of planetary beings," she observed. "A dangerous path for one born of human flesh."
"It wasn't exactly a choice," Kazuki replied.
To his surprise, Scáthach's severe expression softened into something almost like amusement. "Few who walk with death and fate do so by choice, boy. The question is whether you will master these powers or be consumed by them." She tapped her spear lightly against the floor. "I sense potential worthy of instruction."
"Instruction?" Ritsuka asked.
"I was teacher to Cú Chulainn and many of Ulster's greatest heroes," Scáthach explained. "This one needs guidance if he is to survive his transformation." She turned back to Kazuki. "We shall begin tomorrow. Be prepared for pain beyond your imagining."
With that ominous promise, she turned back to Ritsuka to formalize their contract, leaving Kazuki both intrigued and slightly terrified at the prospect of training with the legendary Queen of Shadows.
As he left the summoning chamber, his interface updated:
[TYPE PLUTO SYNCHRONIZATION ESTABLISHED]
Initial Sync: 0.01%
Type Authority: Death/Boundary/Underworld
Potential Abilities (Locked):
- Veil of Sleep Absolute (95%+ Sync Required)
- Boundary Walk (60%+ Sync Required)
- Death Perception (40%+ Sync Required)
A fifth Type connection. Each new synchronization expanded his potential but also increased the complexity of his condition. Kazuki wondered how many more would emerge before his transformation was complete—and what would remain of his humanity when it was over.
These thoughts occupied him as he returned to his quarters to prepare for the coming days. In just three days, they would Rayshift to Orleans, facing whatever corrupted version of Joan of Arc awaited them there. He needed to be ready—not just physically, but mentally as well.
The Ultimate-Type System was evolving with each new experience, each new encounter. And Kazuki Itsuki was evolving with it, step by uncertain step, into something beyond human comprehension.
As he settled in for the night, his interface displayed one final update:
[ADMINISTRATOR STATUS ASSESSMENT]
Human Integration: 94.3%
Type Synchronization Progress: Accelerating
Evolution Trajectory: Undefined
Rest well, Administrator.
The path of transformation has only just begun.
Chapter 6: The Shadow of Orleans
The three days before the scheduled Rayshift passed in a blur of preparation and training. True to her word, Scáthach began Kazuki's instruction the very next morning—a regimen that proved every bit as painful as she had promised.
"Your body must be conditioned to channel conceptual energy," she explained while forcing him through rigorous physical exercises in Chaldea's training room. "Flesh that cannot withstand the strain will simply disintegrate when higher synchronizations are reached."
Her training methods were as unorthodox as they were effective. She used primordial runes to create temporary bounded fields that simulated increased gravity, dimensional pressure, and even altered time flow. Within these fields, Kazuki was forced to manifest his crystalline abilities repeatedly until they became more instinctive and required less conscious effort.
"Hesitation means death," Scáthach would remind him while attacking with the blunt end of her spear, forcing him to erect crystal barriers in increasingly rapid succession. "Your system may give you power, but your human reflexes remain your greatest limitation."
When not training with Scáthach, Kazuki underwent additional testing with Da Vinci, who had developed a specialized Mystic Code—a combat uniform integrated with technological supports designed to help stabilize his manifestations.
"Consider it training wheels for your more ambitious crystallizations," she explained, presenting him with a sleek black and silver uniform. "The circuitry can help distribute conceptual weight more evenly, reducing the strain on your spiritual core."
Ritsuka, meanwhile, had successfully summoned three additional Servants: the cheerful Rider Martha, who claimed to have once tamed the monster Tarasque; the flamboyant Archer Gilgamesh in his child form, who referred to everyone as his "subjects"; and most recently, the boisterous Berserker Kiyohime, whose obvious infatuation with Ritsuka made interactions somewhat awkward.
On the evening before their departure, the Masters and their Servants gathered in the command center for final briefing. Dr. Roman and Da Vinci presented the latest intelligence on the Orleans singularity, while Director Olga's hologram offered tactical suggestions with her characteristic bluntness.
"Our primary objective is to identify and neutralize whatever is causing Joan of Arc's corruption," Roman explained, displaying historical images of the French saint alongside readings from the singularity. "SHEBA has detected multiple Servant signatures throughout the region, suggesting this altered Joan has assembled a substantial force."
"The historical significance of Orleans cannot be overstated," Da Vinci added. "Joan's victory there in 1429 was a turning point in the "The historical significance of Orleans cannot be overstated," Da Vinci added. "Joan's victory there in 1429 was a turning point in the Hundred Years' War. Her transformation from savior to destroyer represents a critical distortion that must be corrected."
"Based on preliminary scans," Roman continued, "we've identified unusual magical signatures consistent with Dragon-kind manifesting throughout the region. This is particularly concerning as dragons should be nearly extinct in this historical period."
"Dragons?" Ritsuka asked, looking concerned.
Martha stepped forward, her gentle demeanor hardening slightly. "I have experience with dragon-kind. My Noble Phantasm should prove effective against such creatures."
"As do I," added the small, golden-haired boy who was somehow the King of Heroes. Child-Gil, as they had taken to calling him, smiled with surprising wisdom in his youthful eyes. "My treasury contains many anti-dragon armaments."
Scáthach remained silent, though her eyes briefly met Kazuki's. During their training sessions, she had mentioned that his Mercury synchronization had particular relevance against creatures of divine or mystical origin, including dragons. The crystalline structures could disrupt mythical beasts' inherent magical circuits if properly applied.
"Your Rayshift coordinates are set for the outskirts of Orleans," Olga's hologram continued. "You'll materialize near a small village that, according to our scans, has not yet been destroyed by the Dragon Witch's forces."
"Dragon Witch?" Mash questioned.
Roman nodded grimly. "That's what survivors in the region have reportedly called this corrupted version of Joan. She commands dragons and has declared war on humanity itself—the antithesis of the historical Joan who fought to save France."
"Our working theory," Da Vinci interjected, "is that this isn't the true Joan of Arc at all, but rather some form of doppelgänger or altered manifestation. The real Joan's spirit may still be present in the singularity in some capacity."
Kazuki's interface had been analyzing the data presented throughout the briefing:
[SINGULARITY ANALYSIS COMPLETE]
Orleans Distortion Core: Dual-Servant Manifestation
Primary Anomaly: Class-Altered Heroic Spirit (Ruler → Avenger)
Secondary Vector: Draconic Manifestation (Venus Authority)
Type Venus Synchronization Potential: High (Current: 0.31%)
"My system confirms the theory about a false Joan," Kazuki shared. "It's detecting a Class-Altered manifestation—something that should be a Ruler-class Servant twisted into an Avenger."
Da Vinci's eyes lit up. "Fascinating! The Ruler class typically requires a certain neutrality—saints without desire for the Grail itself. An Avenger would be the direct opposite—a being consumed by hatred and vengeance."
"This corruption of a saint into an engine of vengeance is likely the core distortion of the singularity," Roman concluded. "Fix that, and the timeline should begin repairing itself."
After reviewing final preparations and equipment checks, the team was dismissed to rest before tomorrow's mission. As Kazuki headed back to his quarters, he found Scáthach waiting in the corridor, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.
"Your crystallization improved today," she said without preamble. "But you're still thinking too much."
"That tends to be my default state," Kazuki replied with a small smile.
Scáthach pushed off from the wall, approaching him with her usual predatory grace. "In Orleans, you'll face creatures of myth and legend. Thinking will get you killed. The powers you channel exist beyond rational thought—they are the raw logic of worlds beyond human comprehension."
"How am I supposed to use them without thinking, then?"
"The same way a swordsman eventually stops thinking about each cut," she replied. "Through training and blood until your body remembers what your mind cannot grasp." Her crimson eyes studied him intently. "You initiated a Pluto synchronization merely by being in my presence. Do you understand what that means?"
Kazuki shook his head slightly.
"It means your system recognized something in me that resonates with death and boundaries. My existence as one who walks between life and death triggered a response in your evolving nature." The corner of her mouth quirked upward slightly. "You're an interesting student, Kazuki Itsuki. Try not to die tomorrow."
With that cryptic encouragement, she continued down the hallway, leaving Kazuki to ponder her words. His interface had been steadily analyzing Scáthach throughout their training sessions, gradually increasing his Pluto synchronization from 0.01% to 0.13%—still minimal, but a notable acceleration compared to his other connections.
Sleep came fitfully that night, his dreams filled with crystal dragons and burning villages beneath a sky that rained blood. In the dream, he stood beside a silver-armored Joan of Arc who looked at him with eyes that understood transformation all too well.
"We are both becoming something other than human," dream-Joan whispered. "The question is whether that something will be monstrous or divine."
The Rayshift chamber hummed with energy as the Masters and their Servants took their positions in the coffin-like transfer pods. Da Vinci monitored the equipment with uncharacteristic seriousness, while Dr. Roman provided final instructions from the control room.
"Remember, this singularity appears more unstable than Fuyuki," he cautioned. "Communication may be intermittent. If we lose contact, proceed to Orleans and assess the situation on the ground."
"The FATE system will allow us to summon additional Servants if necessary," Da Vinci added. "But be cautious with your Command Seals—they remain your most powerful assets in an emergency."
Kazuki settled into his pod, feeling the specialized Mystic Code Da Vinci had created shift against his skin. The black and silver uniform was surprisingly comfortable despite the complex circuitry woven through its fabric. According to Da Vinci, it would help stabilize his manifestations and prevent the kind of system overload he'd experienced in Fuyuki.
As the chamber filled with blue light, Kazuki's interface displayed a Rayshift preparation sequence:
[RAYSHIFT IMMINENT]
Spiritual Core Stabilized
Type Synchronizations Locked at Current Levels
Destination: Orleans, France (1431 CE)
Divergence Rate from Proper History: 78.3%
Initiating Spiritron Conversion...
The familiar sensation of disembodiment washed over him as his consciousness separated from physical form, converted to spiritrons, and hurtled through the quantum time tunnel toward 15th century France.
When the vertigo subsided, Kazuki found himself standing in a grassy field bordered by a dense forest. The afternoon sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the landscape. In the distance, wisps of smoke rose from what appeared to be a small village.
"Rayshift successful," Mash confirmed, materializing alongside Ritsuka. One by one, their Servants appeared—Scáthach, Martha, Child-Gil, and Kiyohime, each assuming a protective formation around the Masters.
"I sense no immediate threats," Scáthach reported, her crimson eyes scanning the surroundings. "But this land reeks of dragon blood and corrupted magic."
Kazuki's interface immediately began analyzing their environment:
[ENVIRONMENT ASSESSMENT]
Location: 2.7 kilometers from Orleans
Time Period: July 1431 (Divergent Timeline)
Magical Saturation: 247% above historical norm
Anomalous Energy Signatures:
- Draconic (Multiple sources, nearest 1.2km)
- Servant-class (3 distinct signatures within 5km radius)
- Type Venus Authority (Diffuse, environmental)
"My system is detecting multiple Servants within range," Kazuki reported. "And dragons—closer than we might like."
"The village appears to be intact," Ritsuka observed, pointing to the distant settlement. "We should head there first and gather information."
As they approached the village, the sound of panicked shouts reached them. Moments later, the cause became apparent—a winged shadow passed overhead as a massive green dragon circled the settlement, occasionally diving low enough to set thatched roofs ablaze with its breath.
"A wyvern," Martha identified grimly. "Lesser dragon-kind, but dangerous nonetheless."
Child-Gil stepped forward with casual confidence. "Shall I handle this minor nuisance, Master?" he asked Ritsuka, golden portals already beginning to open behind him.
Before Ritsuka could respond, Scáthach hurled her crimson spear with blinding speed. It pierced the wyvern's wing with surgical precision, sending the creature spiraling toward the ground beyond the village outskirts.
"Save your Noble Phantasm for worthier opponents," she advised Child-Gil. "That creature was merely a scout."
"A scout?" Mash echoed with concern.
Scáthach nodded grimly. "Where there is one wyvern, there are usually many. Something has drawn it to this village."
They quickened their pace, reaching the village just as terrified residents were attempting to extinguish the fires caused by the wyvern's attack. The settlement was small—perhaps thirty buildings arranged around a central well—with wooden palisades that would provide little protection against draconic predators.
An elderly man who appeared to be the village elder approached them cautiously, his eyes widening at their unusual appearance. "Are you... mercenaries? Or perhaps knights from Orleans?" Hope and suspicion warred in his weathered face.
"We're travelers seeking to understand what's happening in this region," Ritsuka explained diplomatically. "We saw the dragon attacking your village and came to help."
The elder's expression darkened. "Dragons plague all of France now, ever since she appeared. The Dragon Witch who claims to be our savior returned from the dead."
"Joan of Arc?" Mash asked.
"That demon is not La Pucelle!" the elder spat. "The true Maid of Orleans would never command monsters to devour her countrymen. This witch is an impostor who desecrates Joan's name and memory."
Kazuki's interface highlighted the elder's emotional response:
[ANALYSIS: HISTORICAL DEVIATION]
Subject displays genuine belief in Joan of Arc's sainthood
Timeline Indicator: In proper history, public opinion of Joan remained divided until centuries after her death
Conclusion: Singularity has accelerated Joan's historical canonization among common people
"Can you tell us more about this Dragon Witch?" Kazuki asked. "When did she first appear? What exactly has she done?"
The elder gestured for them to follow him to a small building that appeared to serve as the village's meeting hall. Inside, other village elders gathered around a rough wooden table, their faces etched with worry and fatigue.
"It began two months ago," the first elder explained once they were seated. "Word spread that Joan of Arc had somehow escaped her execution at Rouen. At first, people rejoiced—believing God had saved our saint from English flames."
He paused, his hands trembling slightly. "Then the dragons came. Entire villages destroyed in a single night. Survivors spoke of a dark Joan leading the beasts, proclaiming herself France's vengeance incarnate. She declared war not just on the English, but on all of humanity—claiming we had betrayed her to burn."
"That doesn't match historical accounts at all," Mash whispered to the Masters. "The real Joan never expressed hatred toward her countrymen, even when they failed to rescue her."
"The witch has established her court at Orleans," another elder added. "She's gathered evil Servants to her cause—a knight with black armor who slaughters without mercy, a beautiful enchantress who turns men into beasts, and others whose powers defy description."
"Has anyone opposed her?" Ritsuka asked.
The elders exchanged grim looks. "There are rumors of resistance," the first elder admitted. "Some say the true Joan still lives—that the witch is an impostor created by dark magic. Others claim French knights still loyal to the crown have formed a guerrilla force in the forests. But hope dwindles with each village that burns."
As the conversation continued, Kazuki noticed his Venus synchronization fluctuating slightly:
[TYPE VENUS RESONANCE]
Environmental Exposure Increasing Sync Rate
Current: 0.31% → 0.34%
Venus Authority Concentration: Orleans Castle
Something about this singularity was naturally accelerating his connection to TYPE-VENUS—the embodiment of beauty and transformation. If Da Vinci's theory was correct, this made sense; the singularity's core distortion involved the transformation of a saint into an agent of destruction.
Their discussion was interrupted by shouts of alarm from outside. Rushing to the door, they saw villagers pointing at the sky, where multiple winged shapes were now visible on the horizon—an entire flock of wyverns approaching rapidly.
"They're coming in force this time," Scáthach observed, already summoning her spears. "This village cannot withstand such an assault."
Ritsuka quickly took charge. "Martha, Kiyohime—help evacuate the villagers to the forest. Mash, establish a defensive perimeter. Gil, Scáthach—prepare to engage the wyverns directly."
"And me?" Kazuki asked.
"Your crystallization could provide cover for the evacuation," Ritsuka suggested.
Nodding, Kazuki focused on his Mercury synchronization:
[TYPE MERCURY ACCESSING]
Current Sync: 3.11%
Crystallization Protocol: Expanded Shield Configuration
Executing...
He channeled the energy through the Mystic Code Da Vinci had designed, feeling the uniform distribute the conceptual weight more evenly across his spiritual core. Crystal formations erupted from the ground in a semicircular pattern around the village's forest-facing side, creating a translucent barrier tall enough to shield fleeing villagers.
"This way!" Martha called to the panicking villagers, guiding them toward the crystal-protected evacuation route. Kiyohime's blue flames provided additional deterrence, forming a corridor of fire that kept the wyverns at bay long enough for the evacuation to begin.
Meanwhile, Child-Gil opened multiple Gates of Babylon, ancient weapons raining down upon the approaching wyverns with deadly accuracy. Scáthach moved like a crimson blur, her spears finding vulnerable points in draconic anatomy with unerring precision.
Despite their efforts, some wyverns broke through, diving toward the village with terrible shrieks. Mash intercepted two with her shield, the impact sending her sliding backward several meters but failing to break her guard.
Kazuki maintained the crystal barrier, sweat beading on his forehead as he felt the strain of extended manifestation. Da Vinci's Mystic Code was indeed helping, but maintaining such a large formation still taxed his developing abilities.
[WARNING: EXTENDED MANIFESTATION]
Mercury Sync Stability: 89%
Recommended Duration: 90 seconds remaining
Type Venus Sync Fluctuating Due to Environmental Factors
As the evacuation proceeded, a particularly large wyvern—its scales gleaming an unnatural purple—broke through their defensive line and landed directly in the village square. Unlike the others, this creature moved with almost calculating intelligence, its yellow eyes scanning the battlefield methodically.
"That one's different," Kazuki called out. "It's not just acting on instinct!"
His interface confirmed his suspicion:
[ENTITY ANALYSIS]
Classification: Draconic-Servant Hybrid
Origin: Human Transformed by Venus Authority
Threat Level: B+
The purple wyvern's gaze locked onto Kazuki, as if recognizing something in him. With surprising speed, it charged directly toward his position, ignoring easier targets along the way.
"Itsuki-san!" Ritsuka shouted in warning.
Kazuki redirected his crystallization, forming a hasty barrier directly between himself and the charging dragon. The creature slammed into it with enough force to fracture the crystal surface, though the barrier held.
Through the cracked crystalline surface, Kazuki could see the wyvern's eyes more clearly—and realized with a shock that they were human eyes, filled with intelligence and what looked disturbingly like recognition.
[TYPE VENUS RESONATING]
Subject: Transformed Human → Draconic Form
Venus Sync: 0.34% → 0.47% (Active Response)
New Function Available: Formula Recognition (Enhanced)
The system's response triggered an unexpected ability—suddenly, Kazuki could see the magical formula that had transformed the human into a wyvern, the equations and conceptual bindings glowing like arcane script overlaid on the creature's form.
"It's a transformed human!" he shouted to the others. "Not a natural dragon!"
Martha, who had returned from guiding villagers, stepped forward at this revelation. "Then perhaps it can be saved," she said, her staff beginning to glow with holy light. "Stand aside!"
Kazuki dropped his barrier as Martha approached the wyvern, which had paused its attack and was now watching her warily.
"Poor creature, twisted against your nature," Martha intoned, raising her staff. "By the miracle that tamed Tarasque, return to your true form!"
Light erupted from her staff, enveloping the purple wyvern. The creature writhed and shrieked as its body began to transform—scales receding, wings shrinking, limbs and features gradually becoming human once more.
Where the wyvern had stood now knelt a young French soldier, disoriented and naked but undeniably human again. He looked up at them with the same intelligent eyes Kazuki had noticed in the dragon form.
"The... witch," the man gasped, his voice hoarse from transformation. "She...changes us. Any who oppose her...become her dragons."
"Who are you?" Ritsuka asked, kneeling beside the trembling man.
"Jacques... Captain of Orleans city guard," he managed. "Captured... three weeks ago. She...experiments on prisoners."
"The Dragon Witch does this transformation personally?" Mash asked.
Jacques shook his head weakly. "Her servant... a beautiful monster with a grimoire. She sings... and men become beasts."
Scáthach's eyes narrowed. "Caster-class, likely. A spell-caster specializing in transformation magic."
Child-Gil, having dispatched the remaining wyverns with casual efficiency, rejoined the group. "This confirms our suspicion that the dragons plaguing France are not natural creatures but transformed humans. How barbaric, even by the standards of this era."
As Martha tended to the weakened soldier and Kiyohime reported that the village evacuation was complete, Kazuki found himself processing the implications of what they'd discovered. His enhanced Formula Recognition had allowed him to see the transformation magic in detail—complex equations that rewrote human spiritual cores to express draconic traits.
[FORMULA RECOGNITION ACTIVE]
Transformation Matrix Analyzed:
- Base Structure: Humanoid → Draconic
- Catalyst: Venus Authority (Beauty/Transformation)
- Control Mechanism: Conceptual Brand (Master-Servant)
Reversion Possible: Yes, with sufficient spiritual cleansing
"My system analyzed the transformation spell," Kazuki informed the others once they had regrouped. "It's definitely connected to Venus authority—the power of transformation and beauty twisted to corrupt rather than elevate."
"Can you reverse it?" Ritsuka asked.
Kazuki shook his head. "Not at my current synchronization level. But the formula isn't permanent—Martha's miracle was able to counteract it because her authority as a saint who tamed a dragon gives her precedence in draconic transformations."
"This information is invaluable," Mash said. "If the Dragon Witch is creating her army by transforming humans, then saving France might also mean saving its people rather than simply destroying the dragons."
Jacques, now wrapped in a blanket provided by villagers, had regained enough strength to speak more coherently. "There is resistance," he confirmed, validating the elders' rumors. "A group led by a French general has established a hidden camp in the forest north of here. And there are rumors that the true Joan still lives—appearing occasionally to counter the Witch's atrocities."
"Two Joans?" Ritsuka exchanged meaningful glances with Mash and Kazuki. "That would explain the contradictory nature of the singularity."
"We should locate this resistance," Scáthach advised. "Local allies will provide better intelligence than we could gather alone."
With the immediate threat neutralized and the village temporarily abandoned, they decided to escort the refugees deeper into the forest while questioning Jacques further about the resistance's location. The former dragon captain, though still weak from his ordeal, insisted on guiding them personally.
"The resistance camp moves frequently to avoid detection," he explained as they traveled through increasingly dense woodland. "But there are signs—markers only allies would recognize."
As night fell, they established a temporary camp, with Servants taking turns standing watch. Kazuki found himself unable to sleep, his mind processing the day's events and the significant increase in his Venus synchronization. The transformation magic he had witnessed resonated with something fundamental in that Type's authority, accelerating his connection faster than any previous exposure.
Sitting apart from the others, he examined his interface's updated status:
[ADMINISTRATOR STATUS]
Type Synchronizations:
- Mercury: 3.11% (Stable)
- Saturn: 0.57% (Stable)
- Moon: 0.89% (Stable)
- Venus: 0.47% (Actively Increasing)
- Pluto: 0.13% (Stable)
Phase 1 Evolution: 23% Complete
New Function Development: Formula Recognition (Enhanced)
"Your power grows," Scáthach's voice came from behind him, startling Kazuki from his contemplation. The Lancer moved with such silence that even his enhanced awareness hadn't detected her approach.
"The Venus synchronization is responding strongly to this singularity," he confirmed, seeing no reason to hide what she could likely sense anyway.
Scáthach sat beside him, her crimson spear materializing across her lap as she gazed into the darkness. "Venus—beauty and transformation. In many mythologies, the most dangerous power of all, for it seduces rather than conquers."
"The Dragon Witch is using that power to corrupt humans into dragons," Kazuki noted.
"And what will you use it for, when your synchronization deepens?" Scáthach asked pointedly. "Each Type authority carries its own temptation—Mercury's crystallization offers perfect defense, Saturn's time manipulation promises escape from consequence, Moon's healing could deny death itself."
Her words struck uncomfortably close to fears Kazuki had been harboring. "I don't know," he admitted. "The system evolves faster than my understanding of it."
"That is precisely the danger," Scáthach said, her voice softening slightly. "Power without wisdom destroys its wielder faster than any enemy could." She turned to face him directly. "During tomorrow's training, we will focus on your Pluto synchronization. Death and boundaries are my domain—and understanding limits may be what saves you from your own potential."
With that cryptic statement, she rose and returned to her watch position, leaving Kazuki to contemplate her warning. As he finally drifted toward sleep, his interface displayed one final update:
[DREAM INTERFACE REQUESTING CONNECTION]
System Requires Administrative Review
Accept? [Y/N]
"Yes," Kazuki whispered, curious about what the system needed to show him.
As consciousness faded, he once again found himself in the crystalline dreamspace—the geometric palace where his system took on more direct communication. The central chamber with its orbital rings awaited him, though now five rings glowed with varying intensity rather than the previous four.
"Administrator," the harmonious voice greeted him. "Phase 1 evolution progresses more rapidly than anticipated. Calibration is required."
"Calibration?" Kazuki asked, watching the Venus ring pulse more brightly than it had in his previous visit.
"Your synchronization with Venus accelerates due to environmental resonance. Without proper calibration, imbalance may occur between Type authorities."
The Venus ring expanded slightly, drawing closer to Kazuki than the others. Within it, he could see images from the day's encounters—the purple wyvern, the transformation formula, the resonance that had triggered his enhanced analysis ability.
"Venus represents transformation at its most fundamental level," the voice explained. "Not merely physical change, but the conversion of base existence into higher forms—the divine principle of evolution itself."
"And that's what the Dragon Witch is corrupting," Kazuki realized. "Using transformation to devolve humans into monstrous forms rather than elevate them."
"Correct. This perversion creates strong resonance with your system, which recognizes the principle even in its corrupted application." The orbital rings shifted, bringing all five into alignment momentarily. "Balance must be maintained. Accelerated Venus synchronization without corresponding development in other Types risks conceptual instability."
"How do I prevent that?" Kazuki asked with growing concern.
"Scáthach's proposed training offers one vector—developing Pluto synchronization as a counterbalance to Venus. Death and transformation are natural counterpoints in conceptual space."
The dream interface began to shimmer, indicating their time was growing short.
"One final warning, Administrator," the voice said, growing fainter. "The singularity contains a Venus authority far more developed than anticipated. Direct contact may trigger synchronization cascade beyond your current capacity to integrate."
"What does that mean?" Kazuki asked urgently. "What should I avoid?"
But the dream was already dissolving, reality reasserting itself as morning light filtered through the forest canopy. Kazuki awoke with the system's warning echoing in his mind—an ominous premonition of challenges to come.
The resistance camp, it turned out, was less than a day's journey from their position. Jacques led them through increasingly difficult terrain—a natural defense against casual discovery—until they reached a series of small caves hidden behind a waterfall.
"The password changes daily," Jacques explained as they approached the hidden sentry positions. "Today it should be 'The rose blooms twice.'"
After exchanging the password with concealed guards, they were escorted through a narrow passage that opened into a surprisingly large cavern. Within, dozens of French soldiers and civilians had established a makeshift headquarters, with maps pinned to walls, weapon racks, and bedrolls arranged in neat rows.
At the center of the activity stood a commanding figure—a man in ornate armor bearing the fleur-de-lis of French nobility. His beard was streaked with gray, but his posture remained that of a soldier in his prime.
"General Gilles de Rais," Jacques announced with obvious respect. "These foreigners fought the wyverns and saved me from the Witch's curse. They seek to oppose her as we do."
The general turned to assess them, his eyes sharp with intelligence and wariness. "Foreigners with the power to fight dragons and reverse transformation curses? Curious allies indeed." He stepped forward. "I am Gilles de Rais, Marshal of France and loyal servant to the true Maid of Orleans."
Kazuki's interface immediately analyzed the man:
[ENTITY ANALYSIS]
Name: Gilles de Rais
Classification: Human (Historically Significant)
Anomaly: Historical figure present after presumed death
Historical Divergence: Severe (In proper history, turns to occult practices after Joan's death)
"I am Ritsuka Fujimaru," Ritsuka introduced himself with a formal bow. "These are my companions. We've traveled far to help resolve the crisis facing France."
Gilles studied them carefully. "Your manner of dress and speech are strange, yet I sense honesty in your words. Any who oppose the Dragon Witch deserve consideration as allies." His expression darkened. "That abomination desecrates the name and memory of my beloved Joan—the purest soul to ever serve France."
"We've heard rumors that the real Joan might still live," Mash ventured cautiously. "Is there truth to this?"
A complex emotion crossed Gilles' face—hope warring with caution. "There have been sightings," he admitted. "A figure in silver armor who appears when the Witch's forces attack villages, saving those she can before vanishing again. Some of my men swear it is the true Joan, somehow returned to us."
"Or never having left," Scáthach suggested. "This timeline differs significantly from recorded history."
Gilles motioned for them to follow him to a more private area of the cavern, where maps and battle plans were laid out on a rough wooden table. "Three months ago, something... changed," he explained. "Joan was scheduled for execution at Rouen. I gathered a force to attempt a rescue, but before we could act, reports came that she had somehow escaped."
His fingers traced a path on the map. "I rejoiced, believing God had intervened to save our saint. Then came reports of two Joans—one gathering an army at Orleans, the other appearing sporadically throughout the countryside. Soon after, the dragons appeared, and the nature of the dark Joan became clear."
"A doppelgänger," Child-Gil suggested. "Or perhaps a corrupted manifestation drawn from another possibility."
"Whatever she is, she is not my Joan," Gilles said firmly. "The real Maid never sought vengeance, even against her worst enemies. She fought to save France, not to burn it in draconic fire."
As they discussed strategy and shared intelligence, Kazuki found himself drawn to one of the maps—a detailed rendering of Orleans Castle where the Dragon Witch had established her court. Something about the location resonated with his Venus synchronization, causing the interface to highlight specific areas:
[VENUS AUTHORITY CONCENTRATION]
Primary Source: Orleans Castle Dungeons
Secondary Source: Cathedral Altar (Desecrated)
Suspected Catalyst: Holy Relic (Corrupted)
"The Witch's transformation power seems centered in the castle dungeons," Kazuki observed, pointing to the area his interface highlighted. "And there's a secondary source in the cathedral—possibly a corrupted holy relic."
Gilles looked at him sharply. "How could you possibly know that? My scouts have only recently confirmed the dungeons as the source of the dragon transformations."
"I have... sensitivity to certain types of magic," Kazuki explained vaguely. "Particularly transformative powers."
The general seemed skeptical but pragmatic enough to value useful intelligence regardless of its source. "You are correct. We believe she has established a ritual chamber in the dungeons where prisoners are transformed into wyverns. As for the cathedral..." His expression grew pained. "She has desecrated it, placing Joan's banner—recovered from Rouen—upon the altar. But the banner has been corrupted, turned black with unholy symbols."
"A conceptual anchor," Scáthach noted. "The banner represents Joan's authority as France's savior. By corrupting it, the Witch strengthens her claim to be the 'true' Joan returned."
"Our intelligence suggests the Witch has gathered five Servants to her cause," Gilles continued, indicating positions on the map. "A black knight who commands the vanguard of her forces, a beautiful enchantress who performs the transformations, a gigantic berserker who guards the castle approach, a dragon-riding witch who scouts from the skies, and a silent assassin who eliminates any who come too close to discovering her secrets."
"A formidable group," Ritsuka observed. "Do we know their true identities?"
"Only rumors and glimpses," Gilles admitted. "The black knight is said to be Lancelot of the Lake, fallen into madness. The enchantress calls herself Carmilla and drinks the blood of young women. The others remain mysteries, though their destructive capabilities are all too evident."
As they continued planning, Kazuki felt his interface pulse with an urgent alert:
[PROXIMITY WARNING]
Servant Approaching: Class Ruler
Parameters: All A or higher
Alignment: Lawful Good
Distance: 300 meters and closing
"Something's coming," he warned the others. "A powerful Servant, approaching rapidly."
The cavern erupted into activity as soldiers grabbed weapons and took defensive positions. Ritsuka's Servants formed a protective perimeter around the Masters and resistance leaders.
"How were we discovered?" Gilles demanded, drawing his sword. "The location of this camp is known only to trusted allies."
"It's not an enemy," Kazuki clarified, reading his interface's assessment. "The approaching Servant registers as Lawful Good alignment—Ruler class."
A murmur ran through the gathered fighters at this information. Moments later, a sentry rushed in from the entrance passage.
"General!" he exclaimed, breathless with excitement rather than fear. "It's her! The true Maid has come!"
The atmosphere in the cavern transformed instantly from tension to reverence as a figure in gleaming silver armor entered. Unlike the darkness described in the Dragon Witch's appearance, this woman radiated light and purpose. Her short blonde hair framed a face of serene determination, and her violet eyes held wisdom beyond her apparent youth.
Kazuki's interface confirmed what everyone already sensed:
[SERVANT IDENTIFIED]
Class: Ruler
True Name: Joan of Arc (Authentic)
Noble Phantasm: Luminosité Eternelle
Alignment: Lawful Good
Type Resonance: Venus (Authentic Authority)
"General Gilles," she greeted warmly, though her eyes quickly assessed the strangers present. "I see you have found new allies in our struggle."
Gilles de Rais dropped to one knee before her, emotion evident in his voice. "My lady Joan. You honor us with your presence."
"Rise, old friend," she said gently. "This is no time for formality. The enemy grows stronger, and I fear time runs short for France."
As Joan's gaze met Kazuki's, he felt his Venus synchronization surge dramatically:
[WARNING: AUTHORITY RESONANCE]
Type Venus Sync: 0.47% → 0.89%
Direct Contact with Authentic Venus Authority
Stabilization Recommended
The sudden spike in synchronization sent a wave of dizziness through him, though not as debilitating as what he'd experienced in Fuyuki. Da Vinci's Mystic Code was indeed helping to distribute the conceptual weight more evenly.
Joan approached Kazuki directly, her expression curious. "You bear a strange blessing," she observed. "Neither divine nor demonic, yet beyond human limitation." She smiled slightly. "We are both touched by forces beyond common understanding, are we not?"
"We are,"# Ultimate-Type: The Unknown Factor of Chaldea
Prologue: Divergent Paths
The acrid smell of burning debris hung in the air as Kazuki Itsuki opened his eyes. Where there had once been the sterile, blue-lit hallways of Chaldea's Rayshift chamber, now only flames and destruction remained. His head pounded with a dull, persistent throb as he tried to piece together what had happened.
The explosion. The emergency Rayshift. Darkness.
Pushing himself up from the ground, Kazuki winced at the sharp pain in his side. He'd been one of many candidates brought to Chaldea—the Organization for the Preservation of Human Order—though unlike the others with their prestigious magical lineages or exceptional talents, he was painfully average. Just a quiet transfer student who had somehow passed the basic compatibility tests.
"Is anyone there?" he called out, his voice barely audible over the crackling flames.
A few meters away, he spotted another body stirring—Ritsuka Fujimaru, the friendly, open-faced candidate who had arrived on the same day. Kazuki had exchanged only a few words with him before the orientation, but he seemed like a decent person.
"Fujimaru-san," Kazuki called, stumbling toward him. "Are you hurt?"
Before Ritsuka could answer, a high-pitched scream pierced the air. Through the smoke, Kazuki could make out the lavender-haired form of Mash Kyrielight—Dr. Roman's assistant—desperately dodging a barrage of energy blasts. Her attacker was obscured by flames and debris.
"Mash-san!" both boys called out simultaneously.
They locked eyes for a brief moment—two ordinary humans amid supernatural chaos—before a second explosion sent them flying in opposite directions.
Kazuki slammed against the far wall, his vision blurring. As consciousness began to slip away, he noticed something strange—a translucent interface hovering before his eyes. Text scrolled across his field of vision:
[SYSTEM ONLINE]
Root-Origin Combat Interface Initialized.
Welcome, Administrator: Kazuki Itsuki.
[TYPE DETECTED] – ORIGIN CLASS: MERCURY (ORT)
Class: Ultimate One
Sync Link Established: 0.37%
Conceptual Mass: Above Tolerance
Begin Observation Protocol? [Y/N]
The last thing Kazuki saw before everything went dark was Ritsuka rushing toward Mash, his hand outstretched in a gesture of protection.
This isn't how my story was supposed to go.