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Chapter 47
🕑 Added 2021-12-19 05:44:54 +0000 UTCThere was a forceful silence that permeated every corner of this area. This little ‘haven’ that seemed to exist within this realm of death and cold.
Was it fear? One so ingrained on the inhabitants of this desolate realm, those abominations that continue to exist through malice and regret? It seemed like the lingering touch of death even refused to come anywhere near this woman, the true ruler of this realm.
She stared at me, not making a sound as I approached, my feet breaching the otherwise pristine snow was the only sound that existed in these moments.
Every step I took was evaluated, judged, and weighed. I felt the gaze of Zelretch, my previous self, and I could only attribute it to that same feeling. As if I was being completely seen through, all my secrets laid bare before her eyes.
It almost made me pause, give a second thought to my objective. If Zelretch was ‘gentle’ then this woman threw away all conventions of civility with nothing but her gaze.
The feeling rising up in my chest, anxiety, repressed feelings I didn’t want to acknowledge. I felt as if I would be found wanting.
How many times in one’s life are your worst parts laid bare, shown to something to be judged?
Under her intense stare, all of it was bubbling up to the surface.
I wasn’t unaware of my own issues, my shortcomings and my faults. Despite what one may think, having another lifetime’s worth of memories doesn’t mean I don’t feel emotions, that I don’t have problems and fears. Irrational some of them may be, but I was still only eighteens years old.
I am petty sometimes, perhaps a bit too whimsical and prone to flights of fancy. My greed gets the better of me and I can admit at being a tad lustful. No, my memories don’t stop these things, they give me perspective.
Someone who is depressed can’t just fix themselves by knowing they’re depressed. Wisdom is not the same as maturity, I knew that, along with all my own issues.
This didn’t stop me; it didn’t halt my steps as each one felt heavier.
Even now, I don’t know the true reason I’m here. The obvious answer was that I wanted to become stronger, but why?
Did it have to do with the Spider? Did I perhaps perceive some kind of debt to my past self and this world? The cynical part of myself could tell this world to fuck off and I could go anywhere.
No, it was much more selfish, childish even.
I wanted to prove something, prove my existence to the world.
My steps finally halted, only a few feet away from the legendary woman, still in the same positions, her eyes never leaving me.
I dropped to the ground, forehead touching the cold tundra underneath as I prostrated. “Please, teach me.”
She didn’t answer and I stayed prone. There was only the slightest fluctuation, like vitality returned to this land and I heard the sound of long breath being taken and the world shifting. I tilted my head up to see her taking a breath of cold air.
“So old, yet still so young.” Her words sounded…..tired. “Raise your head, child.”
I lifted myself up, into a position on my knees. “Will you be my teacher, then?”
“To come so far, the effort itself is a gesture I cannot ignore.” She stood up slowly. “You have potential.” Her worlds were simple and direct.
I followed suite, standing up. I brushed the snow off my clothes, only pausing as I felt an intense bloodlust lock onto me.
Scathach placed a hand on her spear, looking back towards me. “Defend yourself.” Were the only words of warning I received.
Her cursed spear rocketed towards my heart, no sympathy for my wellbeing.
The Boosted Gear appeared in my hand, blocking the impossibly sharp weapon, but I was still flung back several yards before regaining my footing. I wasted no time in pulling out Mirage. “Four birds.”
My sword phantoms launched towards the still form of my new ‘teacher’. “Curious.” Was her response, merely staring at the incoming attack, leveling her spear and thrusting four times in a single breath.
Magical thorns filled the air, piercing and stabbing in the direction of her thrusts. Similar to my sword phantoms, they tore apart my own attacks and came through to me.
“Shield of Asgard.” I quickly actualized a handful of runes, creating a not-so-great application of my shielding spell.
It cracked under the strain, shattering with ease but the attack seemed to dissipate with that much defense.
“Foolish.” Scathach said with a slight frown. “Your application of Runes is an insult.” I didn’t have time to register her words, she was infront of me, spear piercing through my lower stomach.
I wanted to say something, but my throat was now filled with blood.
“Your instinct is underdeveloped.” There was no mercy in her eyes.
“Boost.” I grit out, blood dripping out of my mouth as I grabbed onto her spear and swung my sword towards her neck.
Her response was to crack me across the face with her fist, dislodged her spear, and follow up with a kick to my new wound.
It happened quickly, I was taken down in but a moment.
“Too young.” She sighed.
She just looked at me, allowing me time to stand back up. “Distort.” I said quietly, tens of illusions surrounded me now.
“A bit interesting.” She looked around, and I could tell she saw through them all with but a glance. She slammed the butt of her spear onto the cold ground, a wave of magical energy burst out, dissipating all my clones.
I created several runic circles overhead. “Lightning.” I knew it wouldn’t be much, but I didn’t want to give up so easily.
“Better, but far from enough.” Her spear met the incoming magical attacks, a quick twirly left the lightning completely defeated against her might.
My body filled up with enhancement magics, and I pushed it forward again. “Boost”. I kicked off the ground, sword in hand as I lashed out towards her. My sword seeking the exposed skin of her neck, but a familiar spear popped up, diverting my blade with minimal effort, it seemed to come alive as I couldn’t even recover from my swing and the butt of her spear already met the side of my head, dazing me.
“Again.” She stated.
I steadied my erratic breathing, my body was starting to feel faint, possibly from the blood lust. I don’t think the pain had quite caught up with me yet.
My blade was held evenly, as I readied myself. “Swallow Returns.”
“Oh?” She just made the smallest sound as I moved. It did not fill me with confidence, and I think my blade reflected that. Because when I should have made contact, I instead felt the feeling of death approach. There was no time to think, the familiar darkness of unconsciousness claimed me.
***
I awoke to strange surroundings, stone walls all around me and a scene that wouldn’t be misplaced in a different era.
“About time.” A familiar, feminine voice rang out. “I had thought I hit you too hard on the head for a bit.”
“He has a hard head; he can take it.” Another voice I recognized sounded, I instinctively looked at my hand for Ddraig…but it wasn’t there.
I gathered my wits, looking around, I was layed back in a chair at a large table that could accommodate dozens of people, at the other end was Scathach……with the Boosted gear sitting in front of her. But that wasn’t all, Dawnbreaker, Ascalon, Mirage. All of my armaments, my stuff was sitting about as she went over it all.
I looked down at my ring completely missing.
“Did you…take my stuff?” I couldn’t help but asked.
“Yes.” She said with no reservations.
“Can I have it back?”
“No.”
“…please?”
“It’s mine now.” Her lips curled up as Ddriag let out a laugh.
She took the boosted gear out of my soul when I was unconscious, the realization dawned on me even after seeing the gauntlet sitting there.
“Dammit Ddraig, what’ve you been telling her?”
“Everything.” He said with amusement.
I couldn’t help but scowl, I did not like my stuff being taken. It almost gave me an itchy feeling seeing someone else play with my stuff. “You know, if you wanted a ring from me that badly there are different ways of going about it.”
“He defaults to flirting when he’s embarrassed.”
“Fuck off Ddraig.”
“Hmm, it’s alright, I don’t have much interest in boys. I prefer men.” Scathach’s words went straight of the jugular.
“Damn, I would have loved to fight you in my prime.” The dragon said happily.
Scathach smiled lightly at the comment, turning her attention fully towards me. “You have some potential.” She said plainly. “But your foundation is abysmal. We will have to build it up from the ground, that is why I sealed your magical ability for now.”
Wait what? I tried to pull on any amount of magical energy, my circuits refused to respond.
“I have devised a plan; we shall begin tomorrow.” Her words authoritative, leaving no room for response. “Relish this peace, there shall be none once we begin.”
I am starting to have second thoughts. Maybe I should just make a break for it? Grab my stuff, and hope for the best? I think I like my chances better with that horde of undead….Ddriag can go fuck himself and can stay here with the scary lady.
“Hit him.” Ddraig said, across the room. “I recognize that face, he said something about one of us in his head.”
God dammit Ddraig.
Scathach nodded her head. “I shall remedy his attitude through training.”
Well, what’s the worse that could happen?
Comments
LuluViBritania
I am seriously interest in how Shishou dies as only the complete destruction of the Land of Shadows or her complete removal from a Gaia world line would allow her to die
AStoryForOne
MC is going to be significantly stronger when he finally leaves, and only two weeks or so should have passed outside. About Scathach, yeah she's going to die at the end of this arc, making the MC desire to steal a Grail to bring her back, enter Fate/Apocrypha.
Sefa Baah
Well that a Flag.... Also will the Mc fulfill Scàthach's wish to be killed? Also what would the Mc's level of prowess after his 2 year training? Will the time difference be between the land of shadows and the regular time.
