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He had never been here before.

He hadn’t remembered it, the vision he had seen during his first evolution, but now that he was here he could remember getting stuck before passing through the cave’s ceiling, his ascent halted by something with piercing blue eyes that had interfered in some way. There was no interference this time however and he got to fully experience the sensation of floating upwards, the sensation of being weightless both because he was no longer bound by gravity and because he had no body at the same time. It was disorientating at first but he soon grew used to it. He was experiencing the vision as was intended now, albeit from a slightly different vantage point than before, his physical location further north than it had been last time.

Strangely his Mana Sense seemed to be active in this form; he could see the wispy fog that marked concentrations of Mana even from this high up, giving him a different view of the world than he would have had otherwise. A large tree at the centre of the forest glowed with the green hue of what he assumed to be Nature Mana, while the mountainside was speckled here and there with pockets of denser fog that marked the location of something important. Perhaps the locations of mineral deposits or some substance that contained high amounts of Mana?

To the west and a little north was a tower that glittered with tiny glints of Mana, like the pinpricks of stars in the night sky. And just like the stars, to be visible from this far away they must have each represented a ridiculous amount of power and energy.

He rose higher and higher until he could see nothing more than the world itself, rotating below him as he stared down on it from far above. The last time he had been in this state he hadn’t been able to do anything other than wait, but now he felt like he could move or do something. With the entirety of this strange new world laid before him, there was only one thing he could think to do.

He used his fusion Analysis skill on everything that he could see.



@Zeroth


The unfortunate thing being that it's like every Japanese Servant has completely forgotten the concept of armour exists, somehow. xD


Quick, someone make a Date Masumune sheet.
Created during a time of feudal war, the school's techniques are based on battlefield experience and revolve around finding weak points in the opponent's armour, thus giving Tsukahara an advantage against armoured opponents that he might otherwise have difficulty fighting.


A slight advantage at getting past armour, but mostly it's just a skill to represent his swordsmanship and his status as the style's creator. It's similar to Yagyu's Shinkage-ryuu skill.
Okay, yeah. In hindsight the wording on that was terrible. I've updated it.

Is this going to be a standard seven Servant war with the usual classes? I might have to check and see if I have any ideas for Japanese Servants that aren't Sabers.
“Your Mongolia?” Ah, so it seemed he was correct in his assumption that Rider of Red was from the same place as he; what’s more, from her words it seemed she was a descendant of his people, someone who had even heard stories of him from her Shaman, and also someone of great import. Subotai? Kublai? The names were familiar even if the knowledge of them was not his own, but she spoke as if she knew them personally. Could Rider perhaps be her? “Ah, could it be that you are the Great Khan herself? How strange that I should meet you first out of all of my opponents; it seems fate is testing my resolve with such bitter irony.”

While they conversed, Rider’s Master continued to defend herself from the assault of his allies golem’s, shooting them down with a sling or striking them from the air with her spear. For a modern Magus the girl handled herself well in combat, not allowing even a single golem to reach her, though she was greatly aided by her weapon which seemed to have a life of its own; it was a sinister thing and something about it that made Lancer wary.

It was when the Master called out for Rider’s assistance that he chose to strike. Lancer launched himself forward and brought his over-sized spear to bear, swinging it around his body as he sought to sweep the legs out from under Rider’s majestic mount.

@Reflection@KawaiiKyouko
Well, that hadn’t been the evolution option he had expected to see, but the fact that a new option had appeared at all proved that his theory was correct. His transformation options were tied to the things that he had learned or done; each elemental variant of his original Pixie form was available due to his learning of various magical spells, while Hipixie was probably a generic transformation that all Pixie’s could get. The same was probably true of the others in his party, though he hadn’t seen what other options were available to them; Digbie evolved into a magically focused Demiblin because he was learning magic as well, whereas if he had focused on physical development he might have become a Hobgoblin or Orc, while Ash and Torrent had received or perhaps just chosen different evolutions of the Fanged Lizard because of how they had developed up until this point. Torrent would probably gain a transformation based on her breath attacks while Ash evolved into a Winged Kobold because of… whatever it was she was doing.

In the end it didn’t change his mind about what to evolve into, but it was interesting to know nonetheless; he would evolve into a Sprite and gamble on the fact that he would receive at least one variant for his troubles. Digbie was evolving as well, which gave him pause; he didn’t want everyone except Ash to be evolving at once lest she be forced to watch over all of them with no help; Torrent seemed to still be focusing on her experiments however, so it should be safe for him to do so now. “I’m going to evolve as well. See you soon.”

Oberon retreated to the cavern they had dug in order to give himself some form of shelter from danger while he was vulnerable; he trusted the others to look after him, but there was no reason to take chances or make things harder on them. He settled down in more or less the same spot he had slept in last night and lay down on the dirt floor. “System: Select ‘Adult Sprite’ transformation.”



@Zeroth
Birds always had the most stories to tell.

Jangar had lived with the animals in the forest for several years as a small child; they had raised him, taught him, kept him alive, and as a result he learned to speak their language and had grown to appreciate their wisdom and potential. Every animal had something to offer, but of all of the animals Jangar had spoken to it was always his feathered friends that had the most to say; they were flighty and excitable and prone to exaggeration at times, but they were always the first to know when something interesting happened. They saw so much of the world from on high that the creatures who lived on the ground would never see. As such, birds were always the best ones to ask when he needed a scout or if he wanted to quickly learn information about an area.

However, getting useful information out of them was sometimes as difficult as drawing blood from a stone. Intelligent and attentive as they could be they were still animals and the things they considered important were drastically different from humans. Asking a bird if they had seen something interesting recently would net you a very different response than if you’d asked a person.

Even so, a woman riding horseback in this day and age was a rarity, especially given the late hour, and was something that caught even the birds’ attention. Jangar followed the directions of his flying allies to where they had last seen a woman with pine-coloured hair riding a pure white horse to a valley, from there he followed the dark shape of a flying golem directly to the location of an enemy Servant.

Master, I’ve found the enemy. Though it seems I’m not the first one. From the way the golem was diving towards the pair on horseback, it must have belonged to one of their allies. That he was not the first to find them was of no concern to him, he was not seeking glory after all, as it only meant that reinforcements would soon be on the way. It appears to be the enemy Rider, Master, but they are not alone. I believe they have their Master with them. I will approach them.

Jangar stepped out from the shadows with the Aram spear in hand, though without presence concealment they had surely already noticed him. He regarded the enemy Servant with interest, admiring their fine steed but also paying particular attention to their clothing; it was somewhat familiar, sharing traits with the clothing of his homeland without being exactly the same. Perhaps this Rider hailed from a similar part of the world as him, either a descendant or ascendant of his own people.

Interesting.

“Servant of Red! Before we do battle I want to ask you something. Tell me, do you come from the place known as Mongolia?”

@KawaiiKyouko@Reflection
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