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teenangstlifeIt was a complex dance, in a way. Something that the white-haired girl was used to performing. And yet, no matter how many times she had done the steps, she continued again and again. She was still in training. No matter how accomplished she became, she could always improve. she still hadn't reached Grandfather's level. To truly live up to her family name, she had to keep practicing.
Her katana cut the air, the misty form of her phantom half elegantly whirling through the air as the water fell around her. Roukanken's edge struck a single droplet and parted it. Than another. Than another.
Konpaku Youmu sheathed her blade as the water fell around her. Without pause, she drew Hakuroken. In a single motion, she cut three more droplets of water before they could hit the ground. The wakizashi was sheathed in an instant on her hip. Youmu straightened. The number of droplets had nearly doubled, her blades slicing them through so swiftly that she increased the amount. And yet this wasn't enough. No, if she wanted to reach Grandfather's level, she had to train harder. Placing one hand lightly on Roukanken's hilt, the small girl looked up. Myon followed her gaze. The second bucket was hanging from a thin pole of metal, supported between two wooden struts. Myon shot forward and struck the bucket, flipping the contents and letting the water fall out.
First, to divide it into droplets. Youmu drew Roukanken and swung it upwards, the blade and rushing air parting the falling liquid. In a flash, she had sheathed it again, shutting her eyes.
Then...!
Youmu opened her eyes, and just barely stopped herself from drawing the blade when she realized her surroundings were no longer the gardens of Hakugyokurou. In fact, it was some place she had never seen. There were buildings made of glass. The streets outside the narrow area she was in were filled with people, so many people. And there were enormous screens showing all kinds of images, like the books she sometimes purchased for Yuyuko...
Youmu's grip on Roukanken's hilt loosened. Her eyes widened as she stared out of the alleyway.
"... E... e..."
An image of a peppy girl played on the screen across from her. She waved.
"EEEEEEEEHHHHHH?!"
The blonde girl was quite pleased. At the moment, both Rin and Shirou were unable to accompany her, but some money had been provided and she had been told to go out. She of course did not plan to go far, for Rin could need her at any moment, but she could not resist... the scent had caught her attention last time they had gone out. And now she had purchased one, a smell of cream and fruit entering her nose... ah, of course, it was not cooked at home, but she had watched its preparation and nothing that smelled so delicious could be cheaply made and of low quality.
Saber, King of Knights, took a bite of her warm, freshly-made crepe. And to her delight, it tasted incredibly good. Ah, yes, the delicious flavor was fantastic... she would have to bring Rin and Shirou here. Yes, she would introduce them to crepes! She paused for a moment, realizing they may in fact have had crepes before. It was, after all, a modern food, like many of the meals she had been introduced to after the conclusion of the Holy Grail War. Each was so incredibly delicious... the small blonde girl had practically engulfed every meal she had been given with great excitement and enthusiasm about the flavor. She did not go out alone often, but this was simply one of those times she could not resist.
Taking another bite of her crepe, Saber paused for a moment. Something... had changed.
Her surroundings were no longer the streets of Fuyuki, near Shirou's home. There were far more people, and strange advertisements upon the tall buildings surrounding the streets. She recognized many of the advertisements as based around anime or games, a subject she lacked knowledge on. This was, certainly, not where she had been. Her hand lowered. The one thing keeping her from calling her weapons and armor was the fact that she simply could not.
Not that she was incapable, but even after the Grail War... she could not simply reveal herself here.
... And yet she was already drawing a crowd. Saber stood stock still as a circle of people formed around her. She started blankly at them, turning around to regard the people who had surrounded her.
"Wow, that Saber cosplay is fantastic!" commented one man, pulling out a camera excitedly. He was followed by many other strange compliments and cameras. "Can we take a picture?!"
"... Saber... cosplay...?"
What... was going on?
On the streets of Akihabara, something has changed. Many people will not notice, of course. Someone dressed as a character in Akihabara is nothing unusual. And yet, this time, it's not merely dressing as them.
For these people, brought across dimensions to be placed in this one, in a single thirty meter area in Akihabara, it was only the beginning.
Her katana cut the air, the misty form of her phantom half elegantly whirling through the air as the water fell around her. Roukanken's edge struck a single droplet and parted it. Than another. Than another.
Konpaku Youmu sheathed her blade as the water fell around her. Without pause, she drew Hakuroken. In a single motion, she cut three more droplets of water before they could hit the ground. The wakizashi was sheathed in an instant on her hip. Youmu straightened. The number of droplets had nearly doubled, her blades slicing them through so swiftly that she increased the amount. And yet this wasn't enough. No, if she wanted to reach Grandfather's level, she had to train harder. Placing one hand lightly on Roukanken's hilt, the small girl looked up. Myon followed her gaze. The second bucket was hanging from a thin pole of metal, supported between two wooden struts. Myon shot forward and struck the bucket, flipping the contents and letting the water fall out.
First, to divide it into droplets. Youmu drew Roukanken and swung it upwards, the blade and rushing air parting the falling liquid. In a flash, she had sheathed it again, shutting her eyes.
Then...!
Youmu opened her eyes, and just barely stopped herself from drawing the blade when she realized her surroundings were no longer the gardens of Hakugyokurou. In fact, it was some place she had never seen. There were buildings made of glass. The streets outside the narrow area she was in were filled with people, so many people. And there were enormous screens showing all kinds of images, like the books she sometimes purchased for Yuyuko...
Youmu's grip on Roukanken's hilt loosened. Her eyes widened as she stared out of the alleyway.
"... E... e..."
An image of a peppy girl played on the screen across from her. She waved.
"EEEEEEEEHHHHHH?!"
The blonde girl was quite pleased. At the moment, both Rin and Shirou were unable to accompany her, but some money had been provided and she had been told to go out. She of course did not plan to go far, for Rin could need her at any moment, but she could not resist... the scent had caught her attention last time they had gone out. And now she had purchased one, a smell of cream and fruit entering her nose... ah, of course, it was not cooked at home, but she had watched its preparation and nothing that smelled so delicious could be cheaply made and of low quality.
Saber, King of Knights, took a bite of her warm, freshly-made crepe. And to her delight, it tasted incredibly good. Ah, yes, the delicious flavor was fantastic... she would have to bring Rin and Shirou here. Yes, she would introduce them to crepes! She paused for a moment, realizing they may in fact have had crepes before. It was, after all, a modern food, like many of the meals she had been introduced to after the conclusion of the Holy Grail War. Each was so incredibly delicious... the small blonde girl had practically engulfed every meal she had been given with great excitement and enthusiasm about the flavor. She did not go out alone often, but this was simply one of those times she could not resist.
Taking another bite of her crepe, Saber paused for a moment. Something... had changed.
Her surroundings were no longer the streets of Fuyuki, near Shirou's home. There were far more people, and strange advertisements upon the tall buildings surrounding the streets. She recognized many of the advertisements as based around anime or games, a subject she lacked knowledge on. This was, certainly, not where she had been. Her hand lowered. The one thing keeping her from calling her weapons and armor was the fact that she simply could not.
Not that she was incapable, but even after the Grail War... she could not simply reveal herself here.
... And yet she was already drawing a crowd. Saber stood stock still as a circle of people formed around her. She started blankly at them, turning around to regard the people who had surrounded her.
"Wow, that Saber cosplay is fantastic!" commented one man, pulling out a camera excitedly. He was followed by many other strange compliments and cameras. "Can we take a picture?!"
"... Saber... cosplay...?"
What... was going on?
On the streets of Akihabara, something has changed. Many people will not notice, of course. Someone dressed as a character in Akihabara is nothing unusual. And yet, this time, it's not merely dressing as them.
For these people, brought across dimensions to be placed in this one, in a single thirty meter area in Akihabara, it was only the beginning.