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[color=9e0b0f]“That alone is reassuring, at the least. The grail is suppose to choose those who are fitting to participate, but it’s good to hear that you’re motivated.”[/color] 

Even without any true knowledge, or even context as to the ritual it was equally dangerous to have a master who was either too afraid to chase after the wish, or didn’t have a strong interest. Still, the complete lack of ignorance was still rather painful. At the very least the concerns of his master, citing a desire for a rulebook or someone to talk to, while painfully mundane, was actually something that could be provided.

[color=9e0b0f]“Since we are in the area there is the Church. The Church is suppose to be the place where an overseer of the war has taken residence. However, that’s only the information going off what was recorded and told to us about prior wars. It could end up as abandoned of its duties as much as that manor you summoned me in. Whatever the case, as I have said before I am fine with whatever you choose to do at the moment, master.”[/color]

Still.

He wondered if his master could truly back up his words of apathy if he learned more about his past. Memories brimmed below the surface and he found his eyes taking even greater note of the world about them even as the darkness become so absolute. It was not like back then that he was given the privilege of simply being chased after or raising the ire of others in the sunlight.

What would have come if his blades were celebrated instead of feared and seen as bringers of death and calamity? If his blades were praised like those of Masamune, or the famous holy blades of the west. Would he have accepted the summon to such a ritual even then?

In the end all that he could ask for was to see those who had the light shone on them on more proper paths, wielding holy blades and glowing with heroic legends. 

 
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[color=8882be]“Wha’dya know? Well, it’s better than nothing. A church huh?  I guess it isn’t too surprising that a city like this has some Christians. We never had anything like that back where I came from however. It’ll be weird, I guess. Churches usually aren’t anything good in stories you know, it’s all about priests actually being demon summoners or bringers of darkness all along nowadays.” [/color]He let out a derisive sort but kept a grin of sorts up.[color=8882be] “Well, that’d be a stupid plot twist, wouldn’t it? Well, whatever. We’ll head there first. We can go home and eat something before hitting the hay, or something after. Doesn’t really matter, but I’m too tired to go off looking for fights.”[/color]

Toshi became quiet as he adjusted his path. Retracting his steps, heading back to the graveyard, back towards the Church. Ah, this really was going to be a long night, wasn’t it? Forget the fighting, patrolling the city, scouting out the enemy, all those things that just meant a lot of walking, that alone was going to be a lot of tiring work wasn’t it? Well, as long as it was night-time like this it wasn’t really much of a bother, and it was not as if he had that much to do anyway. 

The two walked in silence for the most of the remainder of the night, and it was as the new day had begun that they noticed that it came with a dawn of Twilight. The sheer energy that came with the arc of light that illuminated the sky blazed bright in the dark morning, and to Toshi who looked upon it the sense of something that should not be struck him. What he saw brought wonder and shudders. Even more than the summoning of Berserker, even more than his eyes and what he saw throughout his life. It was this light that brought him to awe, that made him stop and feel the plung the into something so alien and beyond his imagination. There was a world that he could not comprehend, not yet. And as the light blinked out into nothingness, every ray disappearing like the target of the blade, he found that his curiosity was roused.

Perhaps it was only fitting that upon joining a war for a wish then one would see the crystallization of imagination, wishes and reverence.

[color=8882be]“Berserker.”[/color]

[color=9e0b0f]“Yeah, master?”[/color]

[color=8882be]“Change of plans. Let’s go see what that light was.”[/color]

How else could one contextualize their dreams and truly learn the weight of a wish?