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SKIP THIS CHAPTER IF YOU DON'T WANT A HUGE SPOILER.
Hi readers, welcome to my fanfiction about FGO and Blue Archive crossover! This chapter is just a one-shot that summarizes 80-90% of the plot I could ever come up. Since I have no clue if it's worth finishing in the future, I compacted everything in here. Basically, this is how I would connect Nasuverse to Blue Archive with Nasuverse's concept.
This chapter is a 20-30 minute one-shot that compresses prologue and epilogue together in one go. This is best suited for both Fate
AND Blue Archive enjoyers who have ideas of what is going on in both stories.
***CONTAINS SPOILERS UP TO VOL. F AND ORDEAL CALL 3***
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There will be a story concept/plot explanation throughout spoilers for future 'official' chapters. Maybe someday I will write them in chapters so risk it as you see fit.
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There are 3 main sections with different songs (last section has 2 songs, section breaks are heavily dotted),
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Fate/Grand Order: Where All Miracles Begin, SCHALE
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On that fateful day, my role began.
Under the sun's shimmering heat, a silhouette emerged on the horizon. A figure gliding over the sand on a bicycle appeared as if out of a mirage. A young girl with silver-blue hair that seemed to reflect the light in a way that was almost unnatural. Her short hair swayed with movement as she came to stop by. Her dazzling figure stood out in the endless dunes and ruined cities.
The heat was strong today.
And yet, like a magic, the intolerable heat dissolved and the clouds drifted.
The sun rays shone on her, illuminating the girl in a school uniform, her figure clear and vibrant against the landscape.
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I was speechless.
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The girl stared at me emotionlessly with her jewel-like eyes.
" –I ask of you. Are you my teacher?"
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It was the first time.
The first time I got to act as an adult who took the responsibilities. An adult who took care of others instead of being the one looked after.
In this place, there was no Sherlock Holmes. No Leonardo Davinci. No Goredolf Musik.
No one but me to take the lead.
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To truly trace it all back to the beginning.
From the moment I suddenly appeared in this world. the first thought that came to my mind.
Is this a singularity? If it was, maybe it would last as long as our mission in Uruk. At the end of the day, it must be resolved and I would return home. To Chaldea, a place where my true purpose laid.
The role of the only master.
Chaldea's—No, Humanity's last master.
To save the world.
The grand and weighty title came with a heavy burden. In a world where humanity stood on the edge of annihilation, Chaldea became humanity's last line of defense. The Grand Order, a journey or rather a battle across time and history to change the fate of the world, had yet to be finished.
The thought of returning home always lingered in me.
That's the only place I belonged to.
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With the new role of 'teacher', I lived here. I accepted the role and continued resolving problems within the city. My new life, if I were to compare it to what we have been experiencing every day, was very peaceful.
Kivotos was a lively city filled with bustling students. School disputes and road brawls were everywhere. Dealing with their fair share of conflicts, rivalries, and mysteries was a lot less relentless and apocalyptic compared to our usual high-stakes journey against unimaginable odds.
Living here was like a vacation. To finally took a break, from all the dangers and looming threats. To broke free from tension. To be worried-free of the urgent burden of survival.
I worked with the students.
I raised students.
I guided students.
Nonetheless.
Like what we have always done in any singularity or lostbelt.
We avoided forming unnecessary bonds with its inhabitants.
Because one day, we would eventually part ways.
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"Sensei."
"Sensei!"
"Seeeeensei!~~ "
It was hard.
After going through all those restorations, denying the cosmos, destroying other worlds to save our own. All those genocides. Those lives that should have a chance to sprout. We destroyed it with our hands, for our selfish reason, survival.
To think that one day, I may have to leave the lives I took care of, the lives I raised, or even worse, to rob them away.
"Right, it's rare to come. Let's take a photo here!"
"Sure!" A blond student quickly responded to her cat-like friend who brimmed with excitement.
"Agreed." Even the most stoic ones nodded to their opinions.
"Then I'll take it. Everyone goes line up okay?"
"Sensei, aren't you going to join us in the photo?" A girl in glasses quickly disputed in surprise.
"Well, I—"
"That won't do."
"Don't be shy!"
"Sensei has to take it with us, yes?"
"Standing there alone is lonely right?~ " Another one said while sweeping her hand in a beckoning gesture. Their teamwork this time was definitely unmatched. I could not even come up with a decent excuse to bail out in time. Just as I realized, I was drawn in.
Is this really correct?
Is this really what should I be doing?
Snap!— Rang the sound from a phone camera.
Hopefully, I will be able to bid them farewell.
With a genuine smile on my face.
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Time passed.
From days to weeks, weeks to months, and months to a year. Many things happened here and there throughout the city. From serious situations such as student rescues, school conflicts, and treaty signing, to the most trivial but unexpected situations like babysitting homeless rabbits, festivals, and vacations. Everything finally led to this moment.
The sky turned blood red as though the bad omen arrived. The entirety of Kivotos was in disarray. The general student council was in shambled, everything turned into a commotion as mysterious towers in the sky descended toward the Earth.
Finally, my true role in this world.
Was all for this.
A battle to decide the fate of this world.
But what would happen after?
If I resolve it
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"Come to think of it, this battle began with defeat."
"I trust you with the rest, Fujimaru. You really have matured into a trustworthy master." The man finally let out a relieved smile as he glowed in a warm golden light in the barren temple of distorted space and time.
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"Now go on, you deserve it."
"I'll keep on supporting your wrongdoings, your achievements, and your courage." With a gentle push, the woman smiles wholeheartedly in the pure white world made up of silkworm's cocoon of grief and anguish.
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"Senpai."
"Even if my life ends, in the blink of an eye."
"I want to see every second I can of this future."
"Please don't forget this."
"You were never fighting to defeat your opponent."
"Many new encounters and many futures.... Those were the things we've been fighting for."
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Ah—
Yes.
I have been fighting for my own world for too long. Until the end, I never managed to find out if this world was a singularity, a lostbelt, a lost world, or even an entirely different parallel world that could stand on its own.
What I should be doing right here right now in this moment, is to fight for my students.
To fight for their bright future.
Not to be weighing the outcomes of what would happen to it or me.
My students have been fighting with blood, sweat, and tears. They have done too much.
I have to redeem myself.
Beside me laid a young wolf girl covered in scars and bruises. In front of me, a giant masked mummy-like man stood side by side with an older version of the girl in an elegant black dress.
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My true name is Fujimaru Ritsuka."
To walk forward no matter what the outcome.
To remain true despite hardships or challenges.
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So many other people have helped me."
I alone was enough to bear the weight of the world, the results of the outcomes and choices.
Thus far, the choices I made have destroyed entire timelines, erased lives, all for our own greater good.
This time, I could only hope for a good outcome. A sweet ending where everyone would be happy.
I will be the one to take responsibility.
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And here I stand on behalf of so many others."
No one person should ever carry the entire weight of the world on their shoulders.... Especially not a child.
For my students to experience 'Blue Spring' safe and sound.
In this peaceful world.
A world needed not to strive to survive.
A world needed not to rely on equal rights and love.
A world needed not to be restricted for one's limits and growth.
A world needed not to be judged for their flaws and mistakes.
A world needed not to live under fear nor absolution.
A world needed not to pray for atonement of their sins.
A world needed not to be aware of dangers and harms.
A beautiful world, that wasn't on the brink of extinction.
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As the Teacher of SCHALE!"
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COME! PHRENAPATES!!!!"
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"Uhee—Everything is wrapped up right? Oji-san will finally get to sleep?" A pink-haired girl spoke out with a yawn. On the ground, a group of students stood together in the wrecked cities.
"Everyone! Are you all hurt?!" Came running a student wearing glasses in a white space crew-looking dress. As her mouth voiced out concern, she rapidly charged toward a small group of students who were standing together. Hugging them tightly as if she had lost them forever.
"Nn!"
"Ah—Hey look! We're fine!"
"Ayane-chan is so cute~ She turns into a crybaby now?"
"W-Well.. That's is.." She settled down almost immediately after being made fun of. As the scenery unfolded, one student was busily doing a headcount in the back.
"Anyone see Sensei?" the girl did not wait, quickly questioned in panic. As fast as the question was spoken, shocking responses came in an instant as everyone noticed and looked into each other face with widened eyes.
"W- Wait! Rin didn't you—" A girl in a twin tails rushed to her, her pupils dilated, her entire body was trembling. Her two hands reached for the opposition's shoulders behaving unlike her natural self.
"I—!!" about the gave out her defense, the lip suddenly parted as if trying to form a sound but unable to. Her face suddenly was drained of color, the shock from her sight utterly left her pale and motionless. Her normally calm and controlled demeanor had left her.
Noticing something was wrong, Hayase Yuuka and other students followed Rin's sight. Their eyes widened, struggling to take in what they were seeing. The surroundings became silent, only the sound of the wind was not enough to break the horror and disbelief.
Standing there was not the person in search but a woman in a long, black dress. With her hands clenched and her wolf ears flopped down, she stood there facing downward to hide her emotions quietly with a grim expression.
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Finally, the fight finished. Everything in Kivotos would probably return to normal soon.
In the havoc of the shattering sky fortress, I also evacuated my last student. The Ark of Atrahasis was now on the verge of crumbling while falling like a hot meteor in the atmospheric layer. The systems broke down, and raging flames and black smoke were everywhere. There was already almost no ground to stand a foot on.
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Sensei! I'm going to save—'
Booom!
With a deafening roar, a sound of explosion ripped through the air, cutting the busy AI in the shittim chest midway. A sharp thunderous crack followed by many consecutive shockwaves rumbled across the area, rattling everything in its path.
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Sensei!! No! I don't accept this—I won't give up!'
'I'm going to save sen—'
Arona shouted in tears while shielding my body from bits of debris following the blast of chain explosions. Nonetheless, her voice was cut short from what she saw.
"That's enough. It's okay Arona."
"Save the child instead of me."
"Looks like my time here is up."
I spoke as I looked at my hand. It had been a while since I felt this familiar sensation.
Both my hands are glowing in bright golden-yellow color. The soft luminous glow spread throughout my body. Within seconds, my figure grew translucent as if fading away. The flying debris went through my body without any form of resistance. From an outsider, I would probably look like a ghost or some sort.
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SENSEI!!!'
This is de-materialization. A spiritron process that dematerialized the body and soul into a state of a 'Schrodinger's Cat'. To simplify that, it's a projection of my spirit into somewhere else. At this point, I also had no clue if it would take me back to Chaldea or what would happen to me. On the other hand, Kivotos would probably blend this phenomenon into its history.
To avoid traumatizing Arona further, explaining everything to everyone would be the best I could do in my last moment dead or alive.
"Arona, contact everyone." I commanded her. Despite not understanding anything, Arona quickly connected me to a large group chat of students who miraculously got together just for this operation.
The group call started, the signal was not the best since we were in the atmosphere layers but luckily it managed to work. This was probably thanks to Arona's authority.
*static* Sen-- *static* --ei! S-- *static*
*static* --sei!! *static* Can y--! *static* S--! *static*
Within a few seconds, most of the students joined in an instant. Their profile icons kept flickering, they were probably saying lots of things but I could not hear them. Maybe my altitude is too high for them so It became one-way communication from my side prioritizing sending over receiving.
"Hey, everyone. I hope you all are safe and sound."
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*static* .... *static*
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I could only hope they paid attention.
This was probably the first and last time, a farewell to all.
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"Can't he hear us?! Why?!"
"Why is he still up there?! How— How will he—?!"
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"Sensei..." Panic spread like wildfire. The group reactions were immediate and varied, like a chaotic symphony of grief and disbelief.
"No—!! This can't be!" one of them screamed, falling to her knee, only to be held up by others. Their face became pale from the bad surprise, fists clenched so tightly and a warm liquid started to flood their eyes.
"This can't be happening... this can't be happening." One of them mumbled over and over, as though repeating it would make it true.
"...." One of the others stood shock-still.
A dreadful atmosphere filled the area. Their voices could not even reach him.
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I don't think I will be able to make it.' came the voice from their phone. The students, in an instant, became quiet. Only the sound of sobbing could be heard.
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My role will end here, take care of yourself from now on alright?'
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"...." Biting her lip hard almost to drew blood, she tried her best to hold back the raw wave of emotions.
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....' Similarly, in the falling sky fortress, the man also tried his best to contain himself.
It was a shame he couldn't witness their growth with his own eyes.
He took a deep breath, steadying himself. He then let out a bittersweet smile as he continued to speak, confessing the buried truth about himself.
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Anyway, it is not like I will certainly die—after all, I do not belong to this world.'
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Millenium students probably caught some hints for a while now too. But never mind that, you don't have to worry too much about me. Perhaps, I will just return to where I came from.' Said the man even if he was not even sure about the latter part. It was a gamble he needed to take.
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I'm from a very far, far away place. Chaldea, that's what it's called. I also have unfinished duties and a lot more responsibilities to take care of.' He spoke honestly of his origin. However, the man himself was also feeling very conflicted when the word 'responsibility' came out of his mouth.
"...." The students silently listened. They already knew he was different—was very special, but they didn't care in the slightest. What they all wanted right now was to have him safely return.
Return to them.
Not to where else.
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"It's grown-ups like you I can't stand the most." muttered a girl, her face looking down at the ground as teardrops splashed into the sand. Her hand squeezed her cute rabbit-shaped phone.
"Did you not promise to abandon a bad student like me...? Didn't you say you would come running to us when we're in trouble...?" In another location, another girl shakily whispered to the sky. Her body trembled, her eyes looked blank, and her hair was in dishevel. She looked like a princess no more.
Their cries and pleas filled the air.
"Don't do this.... We need you more than anything."
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I'm sorry.'
As if he heard their voices, his voice barely a whisper, though all of them heard him. His heart ached, every fiber of his being urging him to stay with them, but his resolve remained unshaken.
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You all will be doing fine without me.'
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What you have achieved comes from the changes you made from yourselves.' He, as a guiding hand, has completed his job. The time has come for them to go on separate ways.
They would continue to live a pleasant, fulfilling life.
And If he was lucky, he would return to his never-ending days of humanity's salvation.
Or maybe he would just disappear. Faded like a dream when the dreamer woke up. At this point, he wasn't even convinced which choice was the better one.
On the ground, The girls' eyes glistened with tears they refused to let fall, and they bit their lips hard enough to draw blood, holding back the raw wave of emotions that threatened to overwhelm them.
Nearby, another friend sank to their knees, clutching at her chest as though she could feel her heart breaking.
"Please..." they whispered, voice barely audible as their fingers trembled.
"Please... don't leave us."
With his time running out, the man bitterly smiled as he reminisced about his life here.
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Abydos.. Don't be too hard on yourselves with the debt okay?'
"...." The girls in the mention stood there looking shattered to the core.
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Shiroko— Robbing bank is a no-go, you aren't supposed to earn money with an underhanded method. You will get harmed too on top of that. So don't do it.'
"...." biting her lip to hold back the grief, the silver wolf reluctantly nodded.
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Serika— Earning money is important, but you need to study the method carefully. Always read the terms and obligations, don't be a push-over too.'
"...." desperately trying to keep a brave face, her streaming tears betrayed her.
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Ayane—'
He kept on offering each one of them heartfelt, parting words. He did not skip anyone. From his starting point, Abydos, to his latest associate, the rabbit squad. The students quietly listened, fully paying attention as if it were the last lesson of their school life. In fact, it was their reality now.
There would be no more next time....
For them, from him.
"...." Their expressions varied—some tearful, some shaking, some clutching their hearts. Each of them carried his words like a lifeline, a final connection to him they could hold onto. Engraving it to the deepest part of their soul, the memory of kindness he'd shown.
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....' Finished his final words, his mouth curled into a relieved smile
In the last remaining second.
He whispered,
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You all are my beloved students.'
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Goodbye.'
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The wind carried away the soft voice, as his body faded into a glimmering golden light.
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It ended now.
The connection was lost.
The receiver was no longer there.
Everywhere was in silence. The world stood still. Those who forcefully accepted it wiped the tears from their faces, holding each other up.
Nonetheless, what happened to them was still too heavy. His presence was too great, he held a special place in each one's heart. The first to break the silence wailed heavily, some soon followed after. They could only console each other, hoping they could get through this together. They would try their best... to move forward, to the future he paved.
"....So in the end, it all comes to this." Murmured an elvish girl as she reluctantly accepted the truth. Sometimes reality was cruel. If only this were just a dream, a nightmare that would be washed away when she woke up. Unlike others, she had been holding her emotions and always put up a strong front.
"....No" Yet she couldn't—She couldn't do it anymore. Tears streamed down her cheek.
The wall she carefully built had crumbled.
She clutched onto her chest as if holding the wall so as not to break any further.
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Unexpectedly, something soft fell onto her shoulder. It was a small ball of glowing light, a particle that emitted a warm golden brilliance. It slowly moved into her hands as if trying to soothe her.
She looked up to find its source, and she was surprised.
The cloudless night sky was filled with them like snow.
They drifted down softly, weightless and delicate, landing gently on someone's outstretched hand.
"...." She stared at them in silence. Even after his death, he continued to perform miracles.
She closed her eyes, captivating this moment, this feeling, into her memories.
Without realizing it, every particle of light glowed brighter, absorbing or rather—embracing everyone delicately.
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Engulfed in the light, the girl found herself in the middle of nowhere.
She looked around, only to notice what was displayed before her.
A figure of the man she just lost, with his back facing her, he headed mindlessly forward to who knows where.
She now realized what those particles were...
It's a fragment...
A fragment of his memory.
The man who walked alone in the white sand of a bleached world.
In the unknown blank space, every student was separated yet also in this dreamlike landscape. They could do nothing, only to perceive what was displayed in front of their eyes. They watched as the setting changed.
The Spherical planet replica was burning in a blaze. Under a huge debris, buried half of a girl's body and a boy sitting by her side.
In the sea of flame, the boy held the girl's hand.
The scenery changed again.
Afterward, No one knew if it was a reward or a punishment. They began their journey with enormous weight on their shoulders through different times and lands.
There were moments when he looked joyous, and were there times when he fell. He fought, he fell, he stood back up, and he fought again. He tried his best, with every ounce of his strength, to move forward. To survive—and to save the people around him.
The man went through uncountable unimaginable threats.
But he also had many fruitful encounters and forged many bonds.
The scenery kept changing to different places, each place he was accompanied by many different people. Some look very normal while some look very ethereal or unworldly as if coming from myths and legends.
Yet what they had in common was—
"Master" A majestic-looking man in a blue robe. He heavily resembled a mystical druid or a wise sage, emitting a dependable presence.
"Master" An armored woman with a wavering flag in her hand. She portrayed a symbol of faith and unwavering resolve, embodying the qualities of a saint and a hero who thrived for hope and justice.
"Praetor!" An energetic blonde girl in a revealing red and white dress. Her appearance blossomed like blooming red roses that lure one's attention for their scent and beauty.
"Master" A female pirate with a scar across her face.
"Master!" A young, boyish female knight cladded in white and red armor.
"Commander" A serious woman in a red military coat.
"Master" A gentle-looking male knight in white and silver armor.
"Master" A majestic woman in white and silver armor adorned with intricate patterns of light and purity. Her otherworldly appearance embodied a divine, idealized authority beyond human comprehension. Standing behind were her loyal knights, their brilliance shone brightly as stars.
"Master-kun" A white-haired incubus whose beauty rivalled flowers. He stood in a flower garden that stretched beyond one's eyes can see.
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Contractor" A formidable, imposing grim reaper wearing a skull mask. His existence resembled death itself.
"Ritsuka" A royal, beloved king brimmed with wisdom, knowledge, and respect. His presence radiates golden rule which he seemed to possess all treasures and limitless wealth in the entire world.
"Fujimaru!" A beautiful woman with black twin-tailed hair in her eyes shone a million vibrant stars. She reflected the status of a goddess while giving out impulsive and mischievous looks.
"Fujimaru...." A woman with golden twin-tailed hair in her hands shone a blue glow of soul flame. Despite her loneliness and reserved personality, she gave off warmth and compassion from her gentle heart.
"Master!" A rebellious, bitter, vengeful-looking woman with short silver hair. Despite all the feisty acts she put, not a single soul could not feel her true feelings hidden beneath.
"Master." An intimidating, ruthless, pale kingly woman in dark armor.
"Master" A proud, elegant long lavender-haired goddess in a futuristic ballet outfit with sharp blades attached to her leg limbs. Her dangerous beauty enchanted anyone's sights, tempting them into pleasure. She resembled a black swan, captivating but cruel.
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Sen~ pai!" A playful, mischievous purple-haired girl in a white school uniform with a red neck ribbon.
"Master!" A cheerful and bright pink-haired boy in knightly attire.
"Master!" A silver-haired ponytail swordswoman in a traditional Japanese outfit. At her waist carried four sharp katanas mismatching with her cheerful personality.
"Master-san!" A blonde childish girl in a long-sleeved dress. Her smile hinted at a naughty yet innocent nature.
"Master" A charming grand duchess, her white hair blended in harmony with the snowy, pure white world.
"Master" A bewitching queen in her ice throne opposed to warmth and love in her eyes. Beside her were angelic retainers with wings and halos.
"Kouhai." An elegant, graceful woman with a mystical, otherworldly ethereal aura less like human.
"Master~~ " An alluring, celestial woman as if she was an embodiment of serenity.
"Master~ " A charming, mischievous woman whose eyes and body burn with intense and captivating aura. A single mistake could lure one into an endless loop of depravity.
"Master" A heroic warrior with radiant golden armor glowing in a divine light. His white hair, pale upper body, and black skin like a burned scorch from the chest down gave off the presence of the hot burning sun.
"Master..." A cold, emotionless man. His existence reflected nebulas and galaxies, embodying the cosmic authority of creation and destruction.
"Fujimaru" A sailor in a white uniform, behind him stood an entire crew of marine corp.
"Master!" A muscular hunter with the physique of a walking mountain.
"My friend" A modest, understated melancholy man with a pair of dead-fish eyes.
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ROOOOME!!!" A towering emperor in golden and red armor, his radiance emanated a godly aura.
"Boss!" A flashy but formidable warrior in traditional Japanese attire with striking golden accents.
"Mas~ ter" A Japanese onmyouji who gave off an eerie, sinister atmosphere yet elegant and otherworldly.
"Fujimaru" A autumn color haired young man who strangely emanated old man energy. His Japanese origin made him look like a swordsmith or a skillful warrior.
"Fujimaru!" A blond, teen mage with a beaming smile, her slender body carried a staff. Her little shoulders looked delicate but unwittingly bore the weight of an entire world.
"Master" A blond, graceful woman with a tall, ornate staff resembling a holy lance. Her otherworldly glow gave out a wise but warm, and an ethereal but divine presence. Her radiance symbolizes a beacon of hope.
"Husband" A cold, dignified woman with long, bluish-silver hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of moonlight. Her presence portrays her as a ruler, a high queen who reigned with respect and fear. Standing behind her were fairy retainers as if from fantasy.
"Master" A refined, gentle man with a mysterious but friendly demeanor. His appearance and nature made him look like a fairy in mythical folktales.
"Master" A carefree yet charismatic man in a traditional Chinese robe. His clothes created a timeless look that hints at his noble and legendary status.
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Master~~ " An alluring and intimidating fox businesswoman, her graceful and luxurious look added a touch of professionalism. Her eyes filled with intelligence and a hint of malice, narrowing into a slyly confident gaze.
"Master!" A positive, young handsome man who exudes a perfect combination of noble and elegance but a lively and adventurous vibe. His kingly nobility and youthful charisma illuminated infinite, colorful glazed lights beautiful like rainbows.
"Contractor" A woman whose looks embodied death, justice, and retribution. Like a queen or a guardian of an underworld, she emanated a vengeful aura that could thrive lives with a sweep of her hand.
"Fujimaru" A woman with an emerald green long, flowing hair. She wore a white body-tight spacesuit decorated with feathers and traditional tribal ornaments, showcasing the appearance of a feathered serpent from a far celestial otherworld.
Along his journey.
He met many. But he also lost many.
His griefs and traumas, they saw it.
One by one of his comrades fell, worlds and their people destroyed.
They witnessed it, the responsibility he bore.
"Sensei..."
"No way... for him to handle all of this..."
"That's too much, no—! Sensei! stop!!! I said stop!!"
"It's too cruel!!!"
"I can't accept this, how—why must it be him." Another student in another space and time rebuked.
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"Stop it!— that's enough!"
Cries rang across different space chambers. Some shouted out all of their lungs. They could do nothing to stop the man from advancing.
"Please... spare him, he went through enough...." Some were speechless at what they saw, some cried again, some grimaced, some prayed, and some shouted up as if trying to defy the invisible thread of fate themselves.
The scenery shifted, this time it looked very familiar.
It was Kivotos, their city.
His memories played out, there were hard times but most of them were contented. His eyes were radiant like the sun and his mouth beamed with a big beautiful smile. They didn't need anyone to tell them he enjoyed and cherished every moment with them.
Finally, the recollection came to an end.
That was the man's journey.
The grandiose burden the world forced him to shoulder.
Even worse, no one would congratulate his return or recognize his success.
"...." Something manifested.
There appeared a golden swirl floating around the students, it looked so ethereal as if belonged to a higher dimension, a being mortal could not comprehend. The soul wisp of humanity's will, Alaya, revealed itself before their eyes.
A distant, transient voice rang in their head.
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Evaluation— success.'
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Humanity's future is in safe hands, he proved to perfectly enhance his successors' growth and guided them to become greater life forms.'
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Growth— ensured, Knowledge— imparted, Experience— conveyed.'
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His successors learned the value of love and the meaning of life.'
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'Teacher' class aptitude— confirmed.'
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Ordeal— completed. He will now return to his world.'
The distant voice announced. In an instant, the voice of a student cried out.
"He is our teacher! He deserves every good thing in the world!"
"We respect him— We look up to him— We love him!"
"We swear we'll make him live a peaceful, fulfilling life!" One after another protested their hearts out. Even though they did not fully understand what the swirl implied, they just knew— they couldn't just let it take her teacher away.
"We don't want —We don't want him to return to that place! Not to that sorrowful life! Not to all those dangers!"
"No... No more of that cruel world..."
"Please—Return him... to us"
They begged. They pleaded with everything, just to have their teacher. All they wanted was for him to be safe, loved, and happy.
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Spritron transferring process— Initiate.'
"Noo—!"
"Please— I beg you! Nooo!!" Insignificant like insects, the voice ignored their cries as though they were never there.
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Designation—'
Suddenly someone's voice erupted.
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Onee-san, I heard you all loud and clear.'
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—!!'
"—!!" Interrupted by the melodious voice of the newcomer even the supreme authority halted its process. The students quickly turned back to find the owner of the voice.
'At the same time, I also perceive his feelings for this world and you all.'
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Do not interfere—'
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'—Foreigner.'
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Then it's now my role.' The feminine voice continued.
'I will be the channel that connects both worlds. The gate— that will connect dimensions.' Ignoring the will of humanity, the white silhouette glowed brightly. Illuminating like a bright star yet subtle like a candlelight, the students still caught a glimpse of her childish smile.
"You... You are—"
No matter how dazzling she was, no matter how intense was the light.
The girl they had seen before. Even with the blurry figure, some managed to recognize the identity.
Her blond hair flowed like silk, her black dress fluttered.
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Gate— open.'
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Foreigner—!!'
The girl paid no heed to the distant voice. Her lip curled into a sincere smile, looking at each person in front of her.
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Your happiness is his too. And don't cause too much trouble for him, okay?'
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Bye bye, Onee-san. We will meet again.'
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It was dark.
It was quiet.
There was nothing at all, no sound, no light, no soul. In this nothingness, even the concept of time ceased to exist. His sense of self was slipping, piece by piece, until only the faintest fragment of his consciousness remained, like a leaf floating on a dark, silent ocean. The only thing that still existed was his remnant of consciousness.
Floating in the air, submerging in the depth, the man could not distinguish the sensation he was feeling at all. Losing away the sense of touch, he lacked the control of his body. If truth be told, he didn't even know if his physical body was still there. He didn't know how long he had been there. Minutes, hours, days? In this place, time held no meaning.
All of a sudden, something stirred—
At first, it was barely perceptible—a faint glimmer in the distance, a single point of light piercing the boundless dark. It flickered softly, like the first star emerging in twilight, growing brighter with each passing moment. The light began to expand, spreading a gentle glow that washed over the void, warming it, filling it with a subtle, radiant presence.
It was a star.
Shining with a brilliance that defied the darkness, Its light was pure, unwavering, a beacon of hope. It pulsed softly as if calling to him, inviting him to hold onto.
With the remaining will, he reached out toward that lone star.
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'Master, you too... deserve a good ending.' In the distance, rang the sweet voice of a girl.
'As your first student, I'm not a bad child— right?'
Thus, she performed a miracle.
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"Everyone!" A girl spoke up as soon as she realized all returned back.
"—!"
Looking at each other eyes, they immediately knew they had the same experience. Didn't leave any moment to share their thoughts, one student exclaimed in surprise, her finger pointed up to the sky.
"Look! That's—!!"
Everyone looked up.
They all stood still in surprise. For the hundredth time, their eyes became wet again.
A beautiful comet glided across the starry night sky.
They instantly knew what it was.
As the shining comet fell, one by one, the students sprinted out. They chased after it, no letting it go again no matter at what cost.
As the sun rised and the sky color changed.
They ran.
Ran.
And ran.
Finally they arrived, to where the comet landed.
"...." Sitting patiently was a figure of a man. The one they all yearned for.
Hearing a lot of footsteps, he slowly looked to be greeted with a lot of familiar faces.
No words came out of his mouth. He smiled warmly as he also tried suppressing his overwhelming emotions.
It would come out flooding if he were to speak out now.
Likewise, the other side was also feeling the same. They could only stand in tears, unsure of how to react.
Disregarding the flowing tears, the girl in twin tails hurriedly stomped her way to him. Her face hinted a shade of red as she had been crying by herself.
Out of nowhere, a flash of silver passed by her instantly. Not slowing down, she leaped through the air straight to his embrace. Her fox ears flopped down and her shoulder shakily trembled, she buried her head in his chest. Two arms warped around his back tightly as if he would disappear again if she ever let go.
"Shiroko—"
"...." She responded with silence.
"...." He slowly returned the hug. His hand patted her head so gently and carefully, not letting a single strand of hair be harmed.
"Will you leave us again?" She spoke in a mumbling voice. She was afraid. Afraid of losing this warmth forever.
"No—Never again."
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"Sorry... and thank you."
"Everyone—" Looking at a group of students surrounding him. Their worried faces, their relieved faces, their misty eyes, their trembling figures. He felt it, to be deeply cared for.
Now he fully realized it.
He also belonged here.
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He let out a warm smile.
"I'm back."
END CREDIT 1
Under the setting sun, two people sat across each other in an empty train. The sky enveloped in a pinkish orange shade made it perfectly contrasted with the girl's appearance... and blood stained on her white dress.
Only the chucking sound of the train broke the tranquility.
Suddenly, the man's body twitched. Seeing the stranger girl in his field of vision, just as he was about to ask her his questions, he noticed blood. In panic, he quickly approached the girl and tended to her wounds despite hundreds of questions in his head. It has become natural for him to put others before himself, especially when lives are in danger.
With no accessible medical equipment, the man instinctively ripped off his sleeve to make temporary bandages, stopping her bleeding.
The man has short black hair with a slightly curled, spiky look in an Asian hairstyle. White yellowish skin went well with his white shirt and black denim pants, dressed formally as if he belonged to an organization. Based on his clothes, he seemed to be an ordinary man. Nevertheless, not a single 'ordinary man' existed in this place.
Looking from afar, he might look completely bland.
But things changed when the one's sight focused.
His age seemed to be in his early twenties, young and good-looking. With what he had been through, his eyes, aura, and temperament exuded mysterious, abnormal charm that lured one into an inescapable maze. Oppositely, when he smiled, he displayed a noble and gentle aura that warmed the surroundings. His physique was also outstanding. His lean but muscular figure was finely sculpted to a perfect balance of strength, agility, and endurance as if tempered by countless hardships. With his nature coupled with his appearance, he produced attractiveness that would likely be fatal.
Surprisingly, the girl also cooperated with him obediently. After taking care of her injuries, the boy finally took a glimpse of her. Long sky-blue hair with violet on the inner side, long bangs covering her left eye, and a loose braid tied on the same side. Her deep blue eyes were as clear as crystals, shining bright like stars reflected on the surface of ice. Her figure and countenance exuded gentleness and loveliness. She radiated an adorable charm and a proud but humble attitude at the same time.
Her image was automatically engraved into his mind.
"Fujimaru Ritsuka"
The man introduced himself, same did the girl.
They exchanged information. While the man's reaction was expected, the girl remained composed like no surprise. Students, guns, halos, academies, traits, while some were comprehensible, lots of things were unfamiliar to him. As if the world operated on a slightly different to his.
"Master, Servant, Singularity— Chaldea?"
Likewise, she also had trouble understanding his side despite not being the first time she had heard of all this. In her head, she thought of her close friend wishing she was here instead of her dummy self.
Due to the situation where he was a guest summoned here, with a lack of concepts, he could not properly manifest his power. The ability to summon servants or even shadow servants, he could not do it. As if the world did not recognize them, or rather 'restricted' them.
At the end of the day, his duty was to resolve this 'singularity' while her duty was to keep safe this city.
The man and the girl agreed to help each other.
S.C.H.A.L.E., Singularity from CHALDEA's Emergence.
A temporary organization of the highest authority above any academy was formed. The man would help resolve incidents around the city of Kivotos while finding clues to repair the singularity. However, his original role as a 'Master' to command 'Servants' was too harsh.
Instead, he became 'Teacher' whose job provide guidance and lead students.
"I've spoken of responsibility before."
"I truly didn't understand it then, but now I do."
"Adulthood, responsibility, obligation..."
"...and the choices you make that extend beyond those ideals"
"I even understand their implications."
"Therefore, Sensei..."
"...You're the only one I can trust."
"Only you can free us from this twisted, distorted fate..."
"So Sensei— Please."
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The sound of an alarm clock buzzed, it woke up a man who was taking a warm afternoon nap. Without hesitation, he slowly reached the source of the noise and tapped it shut. Another 5 minutes of quiet atmosphere for sleep was always welcome—at least he thought.
This dream again?
"Sensei!"
"...." He tried his best to ignore the feminine voice. If a quiet place could get someone killed, she prevented it.
"Sen—sei!" The noise kept getting louder and closer. He still tolerated it.
"Seeeen—seeeei!!!" Seeing he had the nerve to dig his head deeper into his arms, she raised the decibel to the point it became unbearable for him. The man sprang his head up instantly. His muscle memory alerted him to stop annoying her or else she would serve him her special nagging.
"--!!" The teacher in suffering quickly adjusted himself and stood up. His hand grasped for his tablet and a messenger bag.
"You have to go now or you're late! Moou—I knew it! I shouldn't have let you take that nap!"
"Geez! You're always like this! What would happen if I'm not here!" She kept complaining. Her tsundere trait made her say the latter part in a small voice, unwittingly displaying her cute side. The man could only dryly smile in response and left the office. He also made sure to say a proper goodbye and promised her a good combo meal when he returned.
"Hmmm.. He's always like this—Eh? What's this?"
After happily sending him off, her eyes caught attention at something on the man's desk.
"It was never here before, he just recently got it?" The bright azure eyes looked at the new object. After a few seconds of processing, a small smile appeared on her adorable face.
"Maybe it should have been here from the start."
"We all but you have always accepted that— Dummy."
The sweet voice muted as she reached out and brushed her fingertips on its cool surface. Leaving a new pile of documents on his table, the girl happily returned to her desk and continued her work.
On the desk placed a common office supply. As the sunlight illuminated the room. There, gleaming faintly, laid a silver polished nameplate. A silent declaration to himself.
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Fujimaru Ritsuka
Teacher of SCHALE
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In a far, far away land...
Facing each other, standing two men whose gazes locked in. After a period of silence, one finally started a conversation with a little smirk at the corner of his mouth despite his serious face.
"To think that Alaya has gone this far." Said the man with pinkish-orange hair in a brown cape. His appearance was if not identical to a certain person who used to work in Chaldea.
"...." The American man answered with silence. His purple eyes shifted to a distant horizon of the pure white world as if looking for something. In fact, his perception was beyond that of a typical human, he was viewing the hidden truth from a cosmic perspective.
"Ordeals with extra classes. Alter Ego, a test of one's personality and different sides of an individual."
"Avenger, a test to see if he will succumb to hatred and vengeance. Moon Cancer, for a resolution to overcome and accept extinction and succession."
"Ruler, to assert one's uses of power and authority to pursue righteousness and balance acts of good and evil."
"And Foreigner, to experience being a foreign, unwanted entity."
"It's very surprising that Alaya is so stubborn and greedy to want such as 'insurance'."
"Indeed, he himself doesn't even have that servant vessel in that class. Who would have guessed such a class exists." The blond, young man argued while slowly closing his eyes.
"Teacher—"
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"A being who embodies the ideal blend of knowledge, inspiration, and experience. With their role to foster growth to the best version."
"Alaya gave him another trial to test his capability to replicate his knowledge and abilities and pass them to his successors. For the future 'insurance', in case the world or humanity is destroyed again, someone can take up his place."
"Even more peculiar, the result is deemed pass or fail by his students. He is just a guiding hand, waiting to be judged by his actions. Students' growth and their evaluation of him, assessing both teaching effectiveness and the relationship between them."
"Isn't this surprising?"
"Well—Of course."
"No matter what trials and tribulations, I have my absolute trust in him. For one, I would not even pass the trial if building trust with others becomes the basic requirement."
"....Is it not a bit weird coming from you who lost to him?" Hearing the Chaldean's remark, Daybit Sem Void let out a small smile and responded.
"He is the one who won against me and Wodime. That's more than enough to acknowledge him." Daybit said while letting out a rare faint smile.
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"I will be off now, he will probably return soon enough."
The Chaldean nodded as he watched the other man back walking away.
"I'll be joining him too. And the next place we'll meet—"
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Author's note
That's it!! End of this one-shot! Hope you enjoyed the ride! This one-shot is my whole interpretation of How FGO and Blue Archive can connect based on Nasu's lore and Fujimaru's character after what he has been through (Istg, bro need a break).
To be honest, Fujimaru is a very versatile character, he can literally crossover to most anime with a magic system with his 'rayshift attitude'. For Blue Archive, it is even easier as there isn't much lore published officially yet. Maybe I should continue praising Nasu for his concepts so great that they can fit perfectly.
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That's it! That's all I have for now! I have a decent amount of plots and lores prepared too. See you in the future (If I'm not lazy). The actual story will explore his life and the mysterious lores of Kivotos, like what are students? What are halos? Stay tuned!
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Comments and volunteered editors are welcomed (English is not my first language, after all, a helping hand with wording and grammar will be amazing!)
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Explanation
***Probably useful for Blue Archive fans who stumbled across this with no clue what FGO's about***
- Fujimaru Ritsuka (Sensei) = Humanity's last master who battled across space and time to save the world. His comrades die A LOT. A LOT. FGO obeys the 'No Sacrifice, No Victory' formula. Even worse, he experienced a lot of traumas as he had to save his world by destroying other parallel worlds.
- In current FGO chapters, even worse, he was deemed enemies of humanity since he used 'extra classes' despite saving the world multiple times. 'Extra classes' refers to servant classes that are not typical knight and chivalry classes. So Alaya, the will of humanity, put him into several trials to test his understanding for each class. In this fanfiction, he went through the secret 'Teacher' class.
- In this fanfiction, Fujimaru Ritsuka understood the world of Kivotos as a 'singularity' thus if he resolved it, it might disappear. So he was in dilemma for what he should be doing as he bonded with his students and this city already. (Wait for the main story to uncover the truth)
- In this fanfiction, the girl who rescues him is Abigail Willaims, a foreigner-class servant. She will appear in my main story as a frequent visitor. In this one-shot, she already knew Fujimaru was undertaking a teacher-class ordeal call, so she decided not to interfere until the last minute. (She had been observing him and rooting for him to clear the trial. But clearing the trial will return him to Chaldea, she knew he bonded with his students so she also was in dilemma. Since the grand order is not finished, letting him return to Chaldea will return him to his original role but rob him of his happiness. On the other hand, he also doesn't want to leave his students and his students need him. In the end, she decided to connect both worlds so he could go back and forth.
***Now for Fate fan who has no clues about Blue Archive***
- Blue Archive World is settled in a city where students carry gun. The player, Sensei, will command students in a gun fight. In terms of power scale compared to servant, student can tank bullets, have above-average human strength, have normal movement speed but high close-range agility to dodge bullets (But not that eye flashing fast).
- Lores and stories are on the beautiful, happy side. So in this fanfiction, it will be sunshine and rainbow (comparable to FGO events). So the stories will be mainly about teenager high school conflicts, drama, friendship, and betrayal. As a fate fan, I heavily recommend since it's very chill, fun, and beautiful instead of our dramatic, apocalyptic, depression we deal with in FGO (ToT).
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