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It was a cataclysm.

The Fifth Imaginary Element coalesced into place, and from it, a body manifested.

A human body. A body that exceeded humans.

A human hero. A hero who denied humans.

There was little to be said that had not already. After all, to him, there was no need for some grand narration, some understanding of his nature and what he sought. That could be understood on face by any who knew his name.

And so, as the flow of prana thrummed to a halt, as the light faded and a man crafted of Ether stood before the one who had dared to bind him-

"I ask you..."

...A feral grin split his face, eyes glinting with a manic light as he felt power fill his limbs, a sharp laugh tearing itself from his throat before he resumed.

"Are you my Vassal?"



Lucius Tiberius
City Streets, Commerce District
@Kyuuzen @Cu Chulainn


"Haha, I can't say they're worth making a part of Rome in their current state, but these modern creations are a surprising pleasantry."

Since arrival at Fuyuki in the aftermath of his summoning, Lucius had been in an excellent mood, all things considered. Save for his inherent decision to refer to Prydwyn as 'Vassal', he had been surprisingly amicable as a whole. Granted, that was in the sense of a human to a pet more than anything else.

"Now, Vassal, I'll reiterate this: It would be inconvenient for me if you got yourself killed, so make sure that doesn't come to pass. It would also be inconvenient if you made a nuisance of yourself, so refrain from doing that either. In exchange, you'll be won the Holy Grail you so doggishly chase after."

...well, perhaps 'amicable' was the wrong word.

Regardless, the walk through the commerce district had progressed without incident. At least, that had been the case until he had turned his eyes towards the forest.

"That space there needs time to grow before it merits being taken, but the place that hasn't been taken by its sprawl might be worth examining."

A flight of fancy, a sparkle in the eye of a man who only knew how to take whatever laid before him.

"As I said, do not die, Vassal. It's time that I began moving in earnest."

Without so much as a moment for the magus to process those words, the Servant disappeared from view, darting off into the distance.

His instincts were calling out to him, an attraction that pulled him towards the forest, towards something that called out to his nature beyond what the senses could merely provide.

There was something there, something that merited his attention. He could not deny that magnetic pull that brought him towards the forest any more than he could deny his Origin itself.

And indeed, it wasn't long before he felt that presence in a more direct form, just as that presence felt him. The land beneath him shook as he forced his will into it, dominating it under his name. The piddling Bounded Fields formed here had no meaning to him. No, rather-

"I can feel your weight, Arturus! Come, Red Dragon, let us dance once again!"

A joyous scream leaving him, his words pierced through the air as a dagger to strike at the mind of his target.

How lovely, to feel this again.
Carly-Beth
Za Boat, Harbor


Oh.

Oh.

There was a penguin on the boat.

Why was there a penguin on the boat?

Apparently to inform her of a meeting.

Well then.

Looks like it was time to go to the meeting the only way she knew how.

"Mary~ I've got a job for you~"

She also had to figure out if the penguin would be open to putting a mask on.

She didn't have any penguin masks.




Chiron [Lily] / Dionysus
Pelion’s Pub, Edge of Shinto

The kid's training had completed, and so he had departed as the day had begun.

...however, not long after he had departed, someone else arrived.

A penguin, but the penguin in question was of a different make than those at most of the Master and Servant locations across the city.



"GREETINGS MASTER AND/OR SERVANTS OF THE SECOND HOLY GRAIL WAR IN FUYUKI. DUE TO RECENT ISSUES REGARDING THE MAGES ASSOCIATION, I WOULD LIKE TO HOLD AN EMERGENCY MEETING IN ORDER TO RECTIFY THIS ISSUE. THE LOCATION SHALL BE IN THE DIVINE DESCENDING DENOUEMENT (DDD )HOTSPRINGS. I WOULD ASK THAT YOU ATTEND IN PERSON, HOWEVER INPUT REGARDLESS OF SOURCE WILL BE IMPORTANT. THIS MEETING WILL BE HELD AT SUNDO- wait, shit. Chiron? Donnie? Is that you guys?"

Near the end of its pre-instructed tirade, the deformed penguin cut itself off, looking to the manager and bartender in disbelief. Silence reigned in the bar for several seconds before any of the present parties were able to compose themselves enough to speak up.

"...wait a minute, Pinkheironuínos?"

"Pin? That you?"

"Yeah, it's me." Waddling forwards, the penguin shook his head in disbelief. "God, what has it been, two, three thousand years? Wish the boss told me you guys were here, I would've swung by earlier. And you've got the bar set up too! Emperor Penguin's sake, I've got to tell the rest of the old guard, they'll be excited as hell." Clapping his hands (flippers?) together, he let out a sharp, penguin-like laugh of glee.

"Ha! So the old bastard's still around? Still a slave driver?" The tired facade he'd possessed in the aftermath of Gin's training leaving him, Chiron leapt forwards towards the near arrival, eyes glinting.

"The boss is the same as always, but we got this secretary broad a while back." 'Pin' shook his head, letting out a dull groan. "God, if you think the boss is a board, you have no idea. She's been throwing a fit all week, something about not getting her vacation hours, and she's been taking it out on us."

"Ouch. Tell ya what. Get a drink, on the house. Least ya conceptual origin can do ta help ya. If ya get the othas down here, same for them."

"One glass of penguin wine, coming up."

"You guys are too good to me."
Chiron [Lily]
Invalid Spatial Coordinates
@Cu Chulainn

One hundred trials completed.

The world bent, and for the first time since they began, Gin and Chiron stood opposite each other on that featureless, white plane.

"...well, here we are. The last one."

He turned his head from side to side, cracking his neck with a sharp exhale.

"Never settle. If there's someone above you, even if they'll always be above you, do not roll over and give up. If there's nobody above you, do not become complacent, because there's no rule that you cannot surpass your own legend."

"If you have the gall to call yourself a hero, then you are not allowed to make banal excuses."


Between Chiron and Gin, something formed. The very foundation of Chiron's Noble Phantasm seemed to strain in its attempt to manifest what was appearing.

...No, not something.

Someone.

The greatest obstacle who stood in the way of Gin's chosen path, to become 'the coolest hero'.

An unparalleled titan of a man.

No, that was impossible.

Yes, indeed, it was impossible for Gin to defeat that man.

...However, that did not mean it was not worth trying.

After all of his ordeals, this was the final hurdle. The expression of everything he had sought to accomplish across these trials. And that man, that all-surpassing man, was the wall standing in his way.

From Purpose to Protect, from Protect to Struggle, from Struggle to Deviate, from Deviate to Die, from Die to Aim, and from Aim to-

"Rule number one hundred and one..."

And so, in the final challenge of this internal war...

"Strive."

-Hercules struck a pose.
...

...

...good.

Remember, a hero's death is as much a part of their legend as any of their accomplishments.

It is the last page in their book.

You will die, eventually. Setting aside that all things will eventually die, a hero specifically must die.

Yes, if something never dies, it cannot be called a hero. A hero is a star which glimmers but eventually fades. If a hero was eternal, it would be an unreachable pinnacle.

Shooting for an unattainable ideal. A struggling form, a star of the world. A star can reach neither heaven nor earth, and that is precisely why it is lovely.

Some heroes die cursing the world.

Some heroes die reaching out towards a dream.

Some heroes die with a smile on their face.

It does not matter how you die, so long as you still die as yourself. So long as, to the end, you are the legend that you dared to create, it does not matter if your death is glorious or terrible.

...ah, I apologize for tricking you, there, but you're not dying just yet.

I'm not done with you. Not even close.



Chiron [Lily]
Invalid Spatial Coordinates
@Cu Chulainn

At this point, they had reached the last step of the lessons.

Die had merely been the beginning of that sequence, even if it had been the most jarring of those thus far. Indeed, none of the ones since then had managed to possess the same weight and gravitas as Die had.

This could be considered a calm between storms, in other words. As the end became closer and closer, though, that mounting pressure likely made it hard to enjoy the relative peace.

Once more, the world spun.

"A hero must hit their target, whatever it is. How you do that is up to you. Generate so many attempts that one must surely succeed, stake everything on a single perfect effort, plan or improvise, any option is valid so long as you hit your target."

"Of course, your method will also define your strengths and weaknesses, as well as what you may give rise to."


Against the rationale of recent rules, this time Gin was alone, the city around him devoid of life.

But, not devoid of death.

A swirling sea of spirits manifested before him, most of them passive, simply existing. However, there were some among those spirits that stood steeped in grudges. It was impossible to gauge which ones were of this kind on sight alone, or even with the magical senses, due to the sheer number of spirits infesting the surroundings.

The only indication of their true nature was during those brief moments when they lashed out, their grudges striking at Gin, corroding his own spirit in turn.

"You've made it this far, don't falter here. Rule number ninety-six: Aim."
Ah...

It feels like it's been so long, since I've done this.

It's fun. It really is fun.

So forgive me, but I'll have to indulge myself.



Chiron [Lily]
Invalid Spatial Coordinates
@Cu Chulainn

They were nearing the end, now.

Destroy. Unleash. Receive. Restraint. Redirect. Imbricate. Foresee. Spread. Pierce. Devour. Retaliate. Each and every principle had been drilled through an ordeal all its own. If not for Chiron's voice counting off each of the rules as they came and went, it was unlikely that Gin would even have an idea of how close he was to the end.

This time, though, something immediately felt different.

There was no chaos in the air. There was no scent of smoke. There was no monster, no riot, no tower stretching into the sky, no god descending onto the earth. It was peaceful. It was tranquil.

Ah...

...wait.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

No, that was wrong. Something was wrong.

The handful of people surrounding him, some of the closest companions he had, were not looking at him as they usually would. They were looking to him with shock, with horror, with fear.

It was then that he would feel the pain in his chest.

It was then that he would feel the heat of his own blood as it streaked down his skin.

It was then that he would notice the blade that was embedded into his chest.

Ordinarily, at this point, there would be an explanation. A problem had been introduced, and so Chiron would state what it meant, how it had resulted from his previous choices, and what options there were available to him.

This time, there was none of that.

There was no applause.

There was no applause.

His hands grew cold, and then that same iciness began to spread through his body.

He could still move, but the life was certainly leaving him, his mind slowing as though it was trying to sift through a dense fog.

The encroaching hand of the reaper. The end of a story. There was no reason, no cause, no basis. There was merely that, that inescapable end.

The words were barely audible when he finally heard them.

"...rule number eighty-nine: Die."
Chiron [Lily]
Invalid Spatial Coordinates
@Cu Chulainn

It came and went. Each of the trials came and went, but that wasn't to say they were simple. Some, such as Struggle's, ended after a certain period of time. Some required completing an action. Some required simply surviving. Each of them, though, dredged something new out, forced Gin to define something else about himself.

And so time ticked on.

The setting, which had initially been fluctuating a fair amount, seemed to gradually be stabilizing. The most common location Gin found himself in was a recreation of Fuyuki, or of another part of Japan.

"I'll admit, you're moving along well. But, there will be a time when everything you've done before, all of your old methods, will invariably falter."

Riots raged in the city streets. This was not the result of a cursed fire or a great evil, there was no great target to attack this time. Each of the other trials, when there was something to stop, there had been a target that Gin could take aim at, and indeed he had. He struck out at the fire, at the invaders, at the monsters. He faced all things head-on.

Of course, this time it was different. This time, there was no grand enemy to strike down, there was merely primal chaos. People robbing for selfish gain, people robbing for survival, people killing in a panic, people killing on mere accident. The tragedies of man were on full display.

"You've attempted to be an icon so far, but all of your attempts to be one have been based off of 'personal power'. So, when that power doesn't have a target to aim itself at, what do you do? What kind of icon do you take the form of? How do you stand against an enemy that does not have a form?"

Chiron's physical form had long since vanished. There was merely Gin and the chaos, even as the voice echoed.

"This is rule number thirty-one: Deviate."
Using your magecraft and your men. Good, you haven't spread yourself too thinly or too thickly.

Attempting to solve all problems. Admirable, but it makes the road ahead harder.

Let us continue.

Move.

Slay.

Triumph.

Find.

Innovate.



Chiron [Lily]
Invalid Spatial Coordinates
@Cu Chulainn


The living hell continued without pause, without cessation. The scenes shifted with each passage of a handful of seconds, the challenges came as quickly as they went, the sword of Damocles dangling over their participants head with each instance.

This time, a figure appeared in the ashen ruins of Fuyuki.

Its face was an overlapping mess of the faces Gin had opposed thus far. The mangled visage of the monster. The smirking grin of the foreign organization's leader.

The people of Fuyuki watched on, frozen in terror as they watched the one who had rescued their city as he opposed something undoubtedly beyond him.

“A hero cannot stop, regardless of the obstacle they face. If they pierce your limbs, tear them free. If they gouge out your heart, move until you have no blood left. If they cut off your head, drag yourself forwards."

As Chiron's words died down, the enemy spoke, speaking in a language that appealed more to the brain than mere words did. The primal language from the Age of Gods. Before Gin had even a chance to respond, the word was already completed.

Air disappeared. Around the magus, an icy blackness spread out, engulfing him. Pressure crushed against him from all sides, restraining his movement. Just a bit closer and he could lash out at the monster. Just a bit further away and he would be free of its assault. But, for the time being, he was trapped.

No air, no light, no hope. Fuyuki's denizens watched in horror as their hero was brought low.

"It doesn't matter if you move backwards to think, stay still to survive, or move forwards to fight. It doesn't matter if you act by yourself or with others. That is your decision to make, the only requirement is that, whatever you do, you don't stop doing it.”

Strive endlessly towards the horizon. You will not surpass him, but you will be the one who gives rise to that possibility. So, you cannot disappoint me. You must not stop. You must not break. You must-

“Rule number sixteen: Struggle.”
Chiron [Lily]
Invalid Spatial Coordinates
@Cu Chulainn

No sooner than did those words leave Gin's mouth did the world around him distort. The world created by Chiron had heard his purpose, and had pronounced itself judge, jury, and executioner over what it would create him. Obstacles, challenges, and trials manifested in this distorted space, demanding that Gin take them head-on while facing the prospect of death all the while.

Even a single misstep here would mean he would fail.

Rule number two: Resolve.

Rule number three: Analyze.

Rule number four: Plan.

Rule number five: Execute.

Rule number six: Focus.

Rule number seven: Initiative.

Rule number eight: Polish.

Rule number nine: Glimpse.

After these first nine trials...

"It doesn't matter what sort of hero you are. At some point, you're going to have to defend something dear to you, whether it's a place, a person, an object, or just your own life. And that means you need to decide what doing so means to you."

The world spun yet again, but this time when it stopped there was something different. Gin was back in Fuyuki, in the place he knew as home. For a moment, he might wonder if the training had ended right there, if they had been interrupted somehow.

But then the black fire came, consuming souls and grudges as it spread across the city.

The agents of a foreign land spread their net, taking advantage of those flames to win over the populace and subvert the local powers.

A monster beneath a blue, blue glass moon tore through the streets, devouring all that it came across.

"Boss, we need to find a way to put out this fire!"

"Boss, we gotta save these people!"


"Boss, we gotta rally everyone!"


"Boss, we need to kill that monster!"

"Boss, we have to..."


"Boss, we gotta..."


"Boss-"

"Boss-"


"Boss-"


There were none of his men beside him, but the voices echoed inside his mind nonetheless, as Chiron stood passively before him.

"What does it mean for you to defend something? What do you focus on first? What battles do you fight, and what battles do you resign?"

"You said you want to be the 'coolest hero'. What does that mean? When something dear to you is in danger, what do you do? Show me your answer. Get out there and save what you love, however the 'coolest hero' would."

"This is rule number ten: Protect."
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