Fate/Grand Order: Where All Miracles Begin, SCHALE

[SamoyShibaDaDaDa]

[Blue Archive x FGO crossover]

To ensure human order will be maintained forever. Alaya, the will of humanity, gives Fujimaru Ritsuka one last ordeal to become 'Teacher'. With its goal to test his capability to nurture and replicate his everything to his successor, he is sent to the mysterious city of Kivotos. Students, Guns, Halos... Follows through the story as he takes on the new role and solves mysteries around the city.

Disclaimer
- Contains spoilers up to Vol. F and Ordeal Calls 3.
- Is a fanfiction, all rights belong to Nexon and Typemoon.
- Some arts are drawn by tracing other artworks, all rights belong to the original artists.

 

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Author's notes

Don't start the song just yet! HEAVILY RECOMMEND READING WITH SONG!

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), start the song and enjoy

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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.











"My true name is Fujimaru Ritsuka."







To walk forward no matter what the outcome.

To remain true despite hardships or challenges.











"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.









"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.





"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.

'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.





'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.



'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.

'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.

'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.

'....' 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.



'Anyway, it is not like I will certainly die—after all, I do not belong to this world.'

'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.

'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."











'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.

'You all will be doing fine without me.'

'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.





'Abydos.. Don't be too hard on yourselves with the debt okay?'

"...." The girls in the mention stood there looking shattered to the core.





'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.





'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.



'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.

'....' Finished his final words, his mouth curled into a relieved smile

In the last remaining second.

He whispered,





'You all are my beloved students.'

'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.

"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.

"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.

"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.

"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.







'Evaluation— success.'



'Humanity's future is in safe hands, he proved to perfectly enhance his successors' growth and guided them to become greater life forms.'



'Growth— ensured, Knowledge— imparted, Experience— conveyed.'



'His successors learned the value of love and the meaning of life.'



' 'Teacher' class aptitude— confirmed.'



'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.







'Spritron transferring process— Initiate.'

"Noo—!"

"Please— I beg you! Nooo!!" Insignificant like insects, the voice ignored their cries as though they were never there.





'Designation—'









Suddenly someone's voice erupted.









'Onee-san, I heard you all loud and clear.'









'—!!'

"—!!" 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.'





















'Do not interfere—'

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'—Foreigner.'







'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.



'Gate— open.'

'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.



'Your happiness is his too. And don't cause too much trouble for him, okay?'

'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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"I'm back."

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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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Author's notes

Hi readers, welcome to my fanfiction about FGO and Blue Archive crossover! This marks the start of the fiction. The main story from now on will dwell on lots more information and events Fujimaru goes through during the skipped content in the previous one-shot chapter.

ENJOY!

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Fate/Grand Order: Where All Miracles Begin, SCHALE

Prologue (1/2)

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"Sei—"

"Sensei. Wake up."

"Ritsuka Sensei!" The sharp voice raises its volume. And more importantly, as my first name was called, I instinctively woke up.





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"..." In front of me was a composed, elegant girl. Her silken dark black hair cascaded down her back as it glinted in lapis blue when the morning sunlight shone upon them. She dressed in all white, nonetheless, the formal attire she wore did not dim her glow in the slightest. Her sharp azure eyes stared at me through the glasses. Now that I had taken a good look, she seemed very reliable.





"You fell asleep after I asked you to wait here. I even had some trouble waking you up... I didn't expet you to be so sound asleep."

"You must have been having a dream. Anyway, gather yourself and focus..."

"Let me explain the current situation again." She said as she tucked her hair behind her elvish ear.



Yes, I fell asleep, very deep too.

As for what was happening at the moment, Well— It all began when...







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"Senpai."

"Hmm?" I answered as a soothing voice called out. Next to me, walking by my side was my underclassman who had been together since day one, Mash Kyrielight. Despite her cute and gentle appearance, she was a very hardworking and strong girl.

"Finally, to think that we'll get to return to Antarctica. This meeting we're going to attend will discuss a lot of details on what our roles are when we reclaim our home."

"Since the lostbelts are all erased and no alien god apostles are left, the operation has a high chance of encountering no hostile enemies and probably be successful!"

"Many battles and lives came before us to bring today. This time our journey is almost a its end... let's go, Senpai!"

"Mhm! Let's go!" I replied, my eyes warmly looking at her pink head bobbing up and down as we walked in the hallway.

"Senpai, looks like Kadoc-san and both Hakuno-san are already in the meeting room already. Let's hurry!" Mash said excitedly, her delicate hand grasped my sleeve as she quickened the pace.



Like Mash said, our next mission would probably lead us to the real conclusion of the grand order we'd been through for almost 3 years. My name is Fujimaru Ritsuka, a master of Chaldea whose role was to command servants in battles. Throughout these 3 years, we faced many unimaginable threats whether they were humans, gods, or even extraterrestrial beings.



Chaldea, wherever it was, had become home to me. Despite all hardship and dangers, all these people, from staffs to servants, gave me all the courage and determination to finish the Grand Order.





"..." Now that I thought about it, our organization had grown so much. From our first summon, Emiya, to hundreds of heroic and divine spirits, we had indeed come a long way. We even had more masters, Kadoc and the Hakunos. Tezacatlipoca even said Daybit, the previous and the last crypter, would join us before we entered Antarctica.





Hmmm If it's him, will he just appear on the storm border? Or do we need to pick him up somewhere?

Anyways, It would be great if the Grand Order would fini—





"Ritsu!! What takes you so long? —Aha, I know it. You want your senpai to accompany you right?" Cutting my thoughts, I felt a soft sensation as my arms were locked into a delicate pair of bodily pillows.

"H—Hakuno senpai?"

"Eh?! Ha—Hakuno-san?! Aren't you already in the meeting room?" Mash exclaimed, her eyes looked at our locked armed.

"Well, yes, but my adorable kouhai somehow still never showed up, so I immediately knew he needed my company." The girl answered happily. Her name is Hakuno Kishinami, previously was a master of the moon, now a servant in the Moon Cancer class.



'My relationship with Master... is it like we're rivals, best friends, and siblings? I could tell you how I feel, but I'm afraid it would just cause trouble for everyone else, so I'll keep quiet.' That's what she said. But now that she did that in public—





"I told you to not turn your eyes toward other servants. I am your only lover, ne?"

"—!" Without knowing it, my other arm lost its freedom. I could also feel a soft baby cheek on my shoulder.

"Tenochtitlan-san?!"

"My kouhai doesn't need a traitor to be his lover much less for his servant." Hakuno threw out the first jab.

"Well, who wouldn't have if it came with a land, a house, and an official marriage contract with all venues and honeymoons prepared?"

"You two—Please! Senpai needs to attend the meeting!"

Mash tried her best to stop this whole situation. Occupying my right was a stubborn, competitive senpai. Occupying my left was an Aztec city who never missed any opportunity. Mash—she was my only single hope to stop the conflict before it got out of ha—



Bump! Something suddenly attached to my back.



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"I just heard someone had a lover, so I suddenly missed you sooo~ much."

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"I'm weak against loneliness, I lack confidence, and I want to keep seeing you 24 hours per day."

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"And if I'm left alone, I will start wanting to burn down the entire Chaldea..."

"..." Ah, here we go again, I thought as I also started to feel a rising temperature in the atmosphere.



However, it didn't come from the little dragon sticking with my back. Instead, it came from a corner of the hallway. Not so far away, a silhouette was engulfed in an eye-catching blue flame, her mouth kept mumbling nonstop.

"Burn... Burn inside a bell..."



After Grand Order, it looked like there were a lot of things left to sort out. Yes, my relationships. A spider would give me a run for its money if they were to be displayed in a diagram.

To be the master who housed so many servants, I subconsciously developed and honed my social skills to get along with everyone good or evil. But to think that their affections would reach this degree plus for a person who was weak against their advances, that was how I ended up in this mess.



"Calm down! Everyone! Pleaseeee—"

"Kouhai! Say it— You surely prefer a lovely and considerate senpai right?"

"Shut it, Tlamacazqui serves me! I'm a place he calls home!"

"Since lover and husband are two different categories, I already received the royal permission from the High Queen—!"

"I won't let you run... If we die together..."

"..." Thinking about it made my head hurt. Suddenly, dizziness clouded my mind as my legs gave out strength. This feeling—again! With this familiar sensation, my eyelids became heavy and I started to faint. With the remaining strength, I tried to outstretch my hand to Mash. However, with both my arms locked, I couldn't do anything but let my body fall.



"Senpai!—It's REM REM again! Sen—"

"Ehh!! Ritsu! Is this my fault?!"

"Tlamacazqui!—"

"Call —the med—! Senpa— P—Hang in t—"





I heard their panic voices as my consciousness faded away.





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And there it was, how I got transported into this world.

I also dreamt of the General Student Council president who happened to be there when I first woke up too. After we discussed a few topics, I spent a few days coping in my room, gathering and investigating lots of information. Without Mash who was generally a lot cleverer than me, I spent days and nights researching that I barely scrapped together sleep.

How many hours of sleep did I get last night? 3 or 4 perhaps?

I tried to force my eyes open despite all the sting when the brightness cut sharp against them.





"My name is Nanakami Rin, and I'm a General Student Council officer from Kivotos, the academy city."

"And you're a teacher that we have summoned here... or so it would seem."

"Pardon my uncertainty, but I only say that because I still don't fully understand how you got here."

"..." I nodded slightly as the girl introduced herself. It was expected that the details I shared with General Student Council (GSC) President were confidential, thus Rin did not know anything regarding my true identity and my goal.



Moreover, there had been a rumor going on around the city too. The GSC president had disappeared out of thin air, losing my accomplice in a few days was absolutely a great start.



"Welcome to Kivotos, Sensei."

"Kivotos is a massive city, home to thousands of academies. This is where you'll be working from now on."

In front of me was the vast expanse of the entire Kivotos, the modern city filled with high-rise buildings and towering skyscrapers. Their sleek glass surfaces reflect the clear blue sky, a river winded its way through the urban jungle, adding a serene touch to the bustling scene and vibrant pulse of life within the city. As the elevator went up, the cityscape looked even more beautiful.





"It's bound to be very different from the place you call home. You might find it difficult to fit in at first... but something tells me that you will adjust in due time."

"After all, you were chosen by the General Student Council president. We can leave the rest of the details for later."

"Thank you, Rin. I appreciate your concern and your warm welcome." I responded.



Guns, Halos, Students,... As a Master of Humanity whose role was to resolve a singularity, there were so many mysteries in this city. To begin with, the number of academies here skyrocketed, it was not even exaggerated to be shocked by how many they have. It was a weird glimpse but—why did it look like the city was trying to mass-produce students?

Secondly, what are 'students'? As far as I was concerned, there were no normal human being in this world. The closest to the human species are the 'students'. They even had halos. They knew their existence but never knew what their halo or other looked like.

But I could see it.

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"..." A blue ring of light rested gently above the girl's head. With its crown pattern, it gave the elvish girl an air of authority and grace, contrasting perfectly with her sharp and elegant demeanor.





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"Is there something on my face?"

"Ahh.. No, it's nothing." Perhaps, I had stared at her halo for too long. Nonetheless, throughout our conversation, I had always felt a sharp gaze piercing me. Rin had been assessing me heavily as expected.





Diiing Echoed the ring sound as the elevator came to a stop. I walked with Rin as we went straight to the reception room, only to be greeted by 4 newcomers.

"There you are, Acting President! We've been waiting! Get the real president in here already!"

"I've been waiting to see you, Chief Officer."

"I'm here to meet with the General Student Council president. The head prefect has terms she would like to discuss." Not giving any spare second to react, Rin was immediately bombarded with questions.



"Well... This timing is rather inconvenient." Rin said with an annoyed sigh. I could even sense her calm and collecting aura dispersed, replacing with a cloudy one of course.

"Hello, guests that represent neighboring academies' student councils, disciplinary boards, and those who otherwise have too much time on their hands." Rin continued, her slender fingers tucked the jet-black hair behind her ear.

"Well, I'm aware why you irksome—I mean, important representatives have come here today."

"You're here to blame us for the fuss happening in the academy city, isn't that right?" Rin concluded with a little smirk.



"If you're well aware, then do something! You represent the General Student Council after all! Thousands of academy districts are in a panic! Our academy's wind generator shut down just a few days ago!" The first girl whined. Soon, more issues were voiced by the others.

Letting them verbally engage, I quietly listened. More illegal distribution of wartime equipment and a sharp increase in public assaults.

Haa—No matter if one looked at it, this city was indeed weird. The students were the core of the city, they took the role of management themselves. Isn't this too much for them? What's the deal with concepts of this world? There were no normal humans, they became historical figures and only appeared in texts and images. The city was only filled with demi-human and AI robots, the students also had lots of distinctive traits.

And they also carry real guns...

Ever since I appeared here, I swear—I have always felt the Moon Dubai's vibe all over the place.

With lostbelts and singularities experience, I could make an educated hypothesis in an instant... Humans lost their place as the prime species and disappeared from the surface of this planet.





"Sensei here is the answer to our problems."

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"This person?" The four girls followed Rin's hand and looked at me in surprise. The disappearance of the GSC president, the appearance of a man of unknown origin, and the man himself suddenly became the key to the city's lost authority. Well—maybe it was a little too much to take in for them.



"Hold up. Who is this 'Sensei' you're talking about? What is he doing here in the first place?"

"Whoever he is, he doesn't seem to be from Kivotos."

They all looked at me, their eyes scanned from head to toe.



Humanity's last master was bad enough, now I became Humanity's last human?



"This is Ritsuka Sensei. Not only is he going to be teaching in Kivotos, but he's also been personally selected by the General Student Council president." Rin introduced, this world went with the first name basis.



"The president chose him. The one who's now missing? Things are making less and less sense..." A girl mumbled with a sour face.

"Hi, everyone. I'm Fujimaru Ritsuka, glad to meet you all." I happily greeted them, their openly confused faces were indeed pleasant to the eyes. They might have put up some serious acts but they all looked very innocent to me.



"R—Right. It's good to meet you, Sensei. I'm Millenium Science School's... I—I mean! Why am I even bothering to introduce myself right now?!"

"Don't worry about that annoying girl. Let's just move on—" Rin cut in with a devilish smile.

"Who are you calling annoying?! I'm Hayase Yuuka! You should remember that name Sensei!" The girl who flinched just a second ago now was cutely stomping her little feet up and down in frustration. Her twin tails flutter, and her black and white suit-liked uniform create a striking contrast with her adorable face. From the first impression, she looked very—very tsundere. If I were to compare... Ishtar? But more serious and less problematic.

"Well.. It's nice to meet you, Yuuka."





"You're here to serve as the advisor for a club that was formed by the General Student Council president."

"The Federal Investigation Club: S.C.H.A.L.E." Rin explained, including the details on SCHALE's authority over any organization. I could only smile dryly and thank the GSC president for aiding me in investigating this world... or perhaps, a singularity.





Just when Rin was about to call for a transporting helicopter, her colleague over the phone reported her wreaking havoc by an escaped student from the Correction Bureau. Several thugs and a tank were rallied in the area, they were trying to occupy the SCHALE Building.

"..." With both eyebrows joined, Rin sighed annoyingly.

"Are you okay? Deep breaths, Rin. Deep breaths." Standing next to her side made me overhear their conversation. I gently put my hand on her shoulder, reassuring the poor girl.



Although It had not been many days since I came to this world, I could see where it was going. I just couldn't accept it, a girl of her age should be enjoying her school life, not the responsibility of an organization much less an entire city.

But... to rob her of the position was out of the question, it would also harm her pride.

What I could do, was to assist her. With the officially announced 'Teacher' role, to assist the students.





"I'm fine... It's just a minor setback. No problem at all." Rin replied, trying her best to control her stress. The past few days without the GSC president must be a ruckus.



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"What? Why are you looking at us like that?" Yuuka stepped back, noticing Rin's mischievous stare. The latter's mouth curled up into a slight grin.

"It's so reassuring to have you trustworthy academy representatives here with us."

"Huh?" Yuuka cried out in an instant, Rin's eyes focusing on her couldn't feel more wrong.

"We are going to need your help to bring peace back to Kivotos, Let's go." The elvish girl answered, turned around, and walked away. Each of those took one second.

"Wait, what? Where are we going?!"

With that, Rin forcefully led the crew to the crime scene...





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BOOOM!!! Bang Bang Bang Bang!!!

Bang Bang Bang Bang— CRAAAASH!!

"Wha—What's going on?!"

Bang Bang Bang Bang!!!

"Why do we have to be the ones to fight them?!" Under the gunfire noise, Yuuka rebuked. Following Rin's direction, we were now at the outskirts of the District of Utnapishtim. However, the area was off—limited as a group of thugs were rumbling around with machine guns.

"Rin said defending the club room is paramount if they're to regain control of Sanctum Tower."

"I get that, but I belong to my school's student council! Why is a busy work like this falling to me?" Yuuka continued to throw tantrums.

Bang Bang Bang Bang!!!

"Ah, that's smarts! What the heck! Are they using JHP rounds? That's cheating!" The whiny girl yelled in vexation as she got a direct hit when she peeked out of the cover.

"..." I let out a relieved sigh. From my research, students in this city brawled with guns and literal bombs. The situation in my vision significantly proved it. Plus, a student could really tank bullets. There was no blood, just a little red skin and a scratch that instantly healed.

As if... the damage is transferred to the halos.

"We need to remember that Sensei is here with us. His safety is our top priority. Reclaiming the building will come second."

"Hasumi is right. Sensei isn't from Kivotos. Unlike us, a single bullet could put Sensei in grave danger. Don't forget that!" The girl in red medic attire argued after the girl in black uniform.

"I know that! You can't join us on the battlefield, Sensei, so stay put while we take care of this!" Yuuka and the other two looked at me behind them.





In front of me were the four girls who visited the office, they were taking cover while returning fire to the thugs. With a pistol in hand, Rin crouched beside me while busily requesting reinforcement.

"Rin, it's okay—You can relax."

"Sensei?" Our gazes met. Despite her cool, strong upfront, I could still see worry and confusion in her eyes.



Even though these thugs had dangerous firearms, it was not like I had not encountered a situation like this either. The Shinjuku delinquents were a lot more wild and menace.

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"I'll take command. Trust me."

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Author's notes

In the end, I decided to have both Hakunos in Chaldea. I found the female Hakunon and Master a very god pairing. The strongest polygamist in history vs the strongest polygamist of today. Lol. See you next chapter!



Explanation

- Tenochtitlan called Fujimaru 'Tlamacazqui' which means 'priest'. As a personification of Aztec city and the divine spirit Tlaloc, she indeed needs a priest (lover).

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Author's notes

Hi readers, welcome to my fanfiction about FGO and Blue Archive crossover! This marks the start of the fiction. The main story from now on will dwell on lots more information and events Fujimaru goes through during the skipped content in the previous one-shot chapter.

ENJOY!

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Fate/Grand Order: Where All Miracles Begin, SCHALE

Prologue (2/2)

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"I'll take command. Trust me."







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"Ehh—!! You're going to take command? Well... I guess you are supposed to be a teacher." Hayase Yuuka, the treasurer of Seminar from Millenium cried out in surprise. Her azure eyes blinked rapidly as she looked at the man beside me, she swallowed a huge gulp of saliva.

"..." Our eyes met. With women's instincts, we communicated via eye contact. Her uneasiness had yet to fade away even though I nodded at her. Trust him.





These weird feelings had been lingering with me ever since I laid eyes on him.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, the person handpicked by the president herself. Even though we were close friends, she did not spill any of his information at all.

A man— a male human with an unknown origin, in a span of a few days, received authority so great that he could turn the city upside down with just one command. What was her thought? Why did it have to be him? An outsider... He was not even from Kivotos.





"Yes, just follow me. I know what I'm doing." The man replied confidently, removing his hand from my shoulder.



Since the first time we met, I had been secretly assessing him. His appearance, personalities, behaviors—everything was too perfect, to be comprehensible. He was not perfect, but that imperfection... it made him become an ideal type of what a human should be like.

"..." Our gazes met again. Somehow, his eyes gave out a reassuring yet mysterious look.

As though... He was a veteran.

Just what had he been through to achieve that pair of eyes?





"Okay. We'll follow your lead."

"A student must listen to their teacher. We'll be counting on you." The other students chose to follow his lead, they must have felt the same—thus they trusted him.



"Now! Everyone—Tell me briefly what you can do!"



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After a few minutes of strategic planning, the girls began their attack.



Hayase Yuuka took the front. With the Millenium's advancement in technology, she used an electromagnetic barrier to become the bullets' target... tank them, and smash through the enemy frontlines.

Morizuki Suzumi, a member of Trinity's Vigilante crew, closely followed after her. With an assault rifle in hand, she took down thugs on the sidelines and performed coverfire for Yuuka to charge in. Her grenade was also very useful for eliminating thugs standing in groups.

Hanekawa Hasumi, the vice chairwoman of the Justice Task Force, stayed at the rear and provided long long-range support. She used her sniper to neutralize the peeking enemies with accuracy and precision.

Hinomiya Chinatsu, a member of the Gehenna's Disciplinary Committee, stayed behind in case anyone was injured.

And lastly...



Fujimaru Ritsuka—

Ritsuka Sensei, despite being an outsider, managed to grasp the overall situation and everyone's abilities... maximized them, and came up with an effective yet efficient strategy.

"That battle was much easier than I expected it to be."

"I know, right?" The girls surrounded him, celebrating their newfound teamwork and victory. They engaged in a delightful conversation. In just a few hours after their encounter, the man was accepted by the students. This marked a very good start beyond my expectation.



Is this why the president holds him in high regard?



"Rin! This place is cleared. Let's go shall we?" Ritsuka Sensei called out to me.

"Please go ahead, I will stay behind and investigate this commotion. Be careful, we'll see each other again at the SCHALE building."

"Alright— You stay alert too."



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"Finally!" Yuuka happily cried.

"Indeed."

' *static* *static* We have successfully reclaimed the SCHALE club room. I'll be arriving shortly. Let's meet in the basement of the building.'

"Okay, see you there, Rin." I replied to Rin in the communicator. After making sure the students who fought along side me were given a proper rest in the building lobby, I headed straight down to the basement. SCHALE building—a place where I would be working from now on, from the look of this, it had around 5-6 stories... Despite lots of vacant rooms and unfurnished, it looked rather new too.



After I separated from her, some more troubles were thrown at us right off the bat. I led the students to deal with more groups of thugs, a literal crusader tank, and a runaway terrorist.

From Rin's information, her name was Kosaka Wakamo, a fugitive who escaped the Correction Bureau intercepted our advance midway. She was a very skillful and agile student, I could remember her Kimono fluttering with every movement. Even if we managed to force her back, it was undeniable that she could take on 4 students in formation alone... We were in a stalemate for minutes until she finally gave in and fled.

What's with her look at the end? The look she gave me through that fox mask... My intuition for troubles, which rarely failed me, kept alarming me I would see her again soon.





"..." My first fight in this world— It wasn't that bad. I felt I had somewhat adapted to how they roll.. Bullets and explosions were fatal... but they were nothing compared to what I went through. And as expected, the students asked me how could I do that... Even Rin herself looked as though she wanted to ask that question too...



Normally, just saying 'I'm a Master.' would simply finish the whole questions and answers. But I couldn't do that anymore... right?

Should I prepare new excuses? Or... should I just ward them off?



"..." I kept a lot of thoughts to myself while descending to the basement with an elevator.

Nonetheless, what I found impressive here... were the students. The damage output mainly relied on their weapons, but in some instances, they displayed higher damage on the same weapons.

Skills? Mana channeling? Then guns were magical artifacts?

I had far too little information on this world.



"Hmm... It's so dark in here." Arriving at the dark basement, my fingers fumbled along the wall, seeking the light switch. Feeling the familiar toggle, I tapped on it.

*tap* *tap* *tap*

"...?" Nothing happened no matter how many times I tapped it on and off. Perhaps, maybe the building or the lights were damaged? Maybe someone forgot to turn on the breaker...



Fine, I guess.

I gently pressed my hands on the light switch, chanted quietly in a whisper.





"Reinforcement."





My vision changed into the inner structure of the light bulb, moved aside a little, I continued to trace to wires, to the circuits, and to the LED lightning on the ceiling.

As for why I dare to make a bold guess on students and mana channeling, In this world— I could still use magecraft. Hence, the concept of mana existed.



My mana circuit barely worked here. As if restricted, I could only perform spells that involved small amount of mana. Even though I could not properly manifest my full power—Abandoned the thought of summoning a servant or even one shadow... I could only hope that things wouldn't go south.



"The lights were broken?" Reinforcement magecraft was indeed a very basic spell, it allowed users to fix and repair objects of interest... or even revert them before they were broken.



Without hesitation, I quickly reverted the LED lights back in time, making them fully functioning.



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No one would ever believe this. Just when I was about to press my finger on the switch... A feminine voice uttered.

"Hnnn... I don't see what the big deal is about this place. What am I supposed to destroyed?"



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The LED lights lit up.



Like a late-night comedy, we stared at each other in shock and confusion.



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"Ara?" The girl, standing in the middle of the room, murmured in visible daze.

"..." I still remembered it as clear as day, black and red kimono with flower patterns, waist-length black hair, and a distinctive fox mask fully covering the face. We just fought each other... in just less than an hour.



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"Wakamo?"



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Bang! Out of the blue, the girl suddenly fired her rifle at me. I quickly ducked to the side, dodging away from the bullet path.

Bang! Bang! The second and third bullets came following. She shot the lights off, making almost an entire room dark again.

"—!!" Seeing the present opportunity, the criminal fox rushed past me. The silhouette went straight to the doorway, trying to escape.

However...



"Acckkk!" Wakamo let out a painful noise. She crashed head-first to the glass door—that was not supposed to be this hard.

"Strengthening." Reinforcement magecraft, it successfully prevented her escape.

"—!!" Seeing her guard down, I kicked off from the ground.

Bang!

Lured by my thrown suit, she shot the wrong target. I immediately closed the distance. My right hand shoved straight to her right wrist, aiming to disarm the dangerous rifle attached with a sharp bayonet.

Grasping my intention, Wakamo grunted, twisting her body and swept her weapon into a large swing. The wild slash aimed directly at my throat. My instinct kicked in. In a fluid motion, I bent my body, narrowly avoiding the blade's edge that was flashing under the dim light.

My head almost flew away!

In the blink of an eye, following the momentum, the fox dropped low. With her right hand placed on the floor, her body spun into a crescent kick. With no time and distance to dodge, I instinctively blocked.

"—!!" The enormous power coupled with the rotating force broke my defense. The students' speed were slightly higher than average .... But their physical strength was a realm above. Without strengthening my arm with reinforcement magecraft, it would have been broken into many pieces.

Not leaving any second to waste, I quickly turned around to Wakamo who just steadied herself.

"Ehh!!"

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In a blur of motion, I moved. My right foot slid across the floor, planting me firmly in her path. Before she could react, my left arm shot out, gripping her wrist with an unrelenting force.

The sudden jerk stopped her dead in her tracks. Her eyes widened in shock, rifle accidentally slipped out of her hand. She tried to pull away, but my iron grip did not allow so. Without giving her a chance to struggle, I again pushed her against the cold concrete wall.

"—!!!" Her back hit the wall with a muffled thud, and the breath was knocked out of her for a split second. As I pressed myself into her space, the room felt smaller. My left arm pinned her right wrist against the wall, leaving no room for escape. My right hand quickly followed, it rested flat on the wall beside her head, trapping her in place.



"I'm not letting you leave."

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"..." Eh? Out of a sudden, she did not resist at all. At all. Just a second ago, the girl didn't even hesitate to decapitate me... But now that I tirelessly subdued her, she stopped.

Did she run out of battery?

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"What's your goal.... Here?" Now, I was puzzled too. I tried to look at her in the eyes beneath the mask, but I couldn't see anything due to insufficient lighting. Her fox ears began flopping up and down slowly yet cutely. She looked... very—very nervous.



"Uh..." Finally, she let out a small mutter.

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"Well..."

"..." For some reason, did the room temperature rise? It wasn't like I pressed my body into her either— Was she emitting the heat?

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"Come here often?" Noticing this awkward situation, I quietly sighed and dryly smiled at the arrested criminal.



"I, uh..."

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"I WAS JUST LEAVING!"



And thus... she leaped out from my arms and ran away.





"..." On my first day at work, I stopped a riot, caught a terrorist, then released her within a few minutes. This sounded very absurd but from what I witnessed today, the worst she could have done was rioting. No casualties, No injuries, bystanders were not even feared or traumatized—the look they gave 'Sigh... Again?'

Plus, I didn't know how jail works yet. In my eyes, she was a student... She just needed some corrections on her behaviors.



She almost killed me too... that was likely because she didn't know how different I was from students. And here I was... alive, fine, and well—except for my right arm which was a little numb, and almost half of my mana expended.

Sigh... My mana capacity was very restricted here. A few minutes of body strengthening and a couple times of object reinforcement ran me low.

And how should I deal with this mess...





Looking at them made my eyebrow twitch. The glass of the entrance door shattered into countless shards by the first bullet. The ceiling lightings I just fixed—were shot....





I let out another sigh

While waiting for Rin to arrive, I helplessly fixed them with my remaining mana..



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"Sorry to keep you waiting. I'm here now."

"Oh.. hey, Rin." I replied, greeting the elvish girl as she gracefully walked through the basement entrance.





"Hmm? Did I miss something?"

Her sharp eyes seemed to catch something out of place. Although I fixed the broken stuffs, maybe noticed my little wrinkled shirt? Or the me who wasn't in the suit?

"Nothing in particular." I decided to keep Wakamo's matter a secret for now.

"If you insist. Well, here is what the General Student Council president left behind... Thankfully, there isn't a scratch on it."

"Please. Take it."





"A smart tablet?" Received the object Rin handed me, I tilted my head in questioning.

"Yes. This is what the General Student Council president left for you. The Shittim chest."





Shittim chest? The name did not ring any bell much. Thanks to my relationship with biblical servants, Lilim Harlot singularity, and the ruler ordeal call, I got to learn and experience a lot of biblical stories. From what I knew, it must be a wood or a locale name.



"It may seem like a normal tablet, but its origins are mystery. Its manufactuerer, OS, system structure, and components are completely unknown."

"The General Student Council president left the Shittim Chest to you. She said that you'll be able to take control of the tower with it."

"None of the other members know how to activate it. Perhaps you may be able to figure it out, Sensei, but if not..."

"..." As Rin paused her explanation, I looked at the tablet in my hand.

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"My job here is done. I shall let you take the lead. I will step away so as not to interfere." And with that, Rin excused herself... leaving me alone in the room again.



She said the member of the GSC council could not use it, thus left were two options: first, any person who was not from Kivotos—or me, an irregular from another world.

I pressed a random button, hoping to activate the tablet.

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The screen lit up in blue light, messages began to display



Connecting to the Shittim Chest...

Please enter the system password.



"..." I entered what I barely remember—





We thirst for the seven wailings

We bear the koan of Jericho





Using the phrases I couldn't understand, the tablet miraculously recognized them.





Password accepted. User identified as Ritsuka. Confirmed

Welcome to the Shittim Chest, Ritsuka Sensei.





Converting to operation system ARONA for biological authentication and generation of verification certificate.





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In the blink of an eye, the scenery around me changed. As if I was pulled into a mindscape, the surrounding was no longer a basement, it had been replaced by what looked to be a wrecked classroom.

The classroom seemed to be abandoned, most of the walls and windows were long gone— on the outside... the bright, open blue sky stretched as far eyes could see. The white snowy clouds drift lazily above the vast expanse of tranquil ocean.

Inside the classroom was sparsely furnished, only some wooden tables and chairs were arranged neatly, while the rest were piled into a mountain.

Despite it looking abandoned and damaged, the atmosphere was serene yet unsettling. The contrast between a wrecked classroom and a beautiful view of the clear ocean— it made me a little bit uneasy.

Nonetheless, what caught my attention the most...



There was a little girl sleeping at a desk in a strange room



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Castella cake... Banana milk... goes better than strawberry milk...

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Sleeping soundly, she mumbled cutely about various kinds of snacks. The girl, who seemed to be in elementary or junior high at best, wore a blue sailor uniform with a pure white skirt. Her short sky-blue hair covering her left eye, and a white headband with a large bow— added a touch of childishness and innocence.

Heehee... There's so much left...



I poked on her baby cheek, waking her up from the pleasant dream.

Slowly, she reluctantly opened her eyes and yawned cutely.

"What's going... on?"



Blinking rapidly, unsure of what she saw as though differentiating a dream and reality. The bright blue eyes looked at me, the person who disturbed her sweet time.

"Huh...? –Uh... Huh? Wha—?!"

"S—Sensei?!" After a few signal delays, she somehow recognized me.



"If you're here, does that mean you're Ritsuka Sensei?!"

"Yes, that's me. And you are?" I replied, amusingly watching the flustered girl try her very best to talk to me. Her halo changed its shape from an incomplete ring to a full circular ring too...



"What? So I'm right? What time is it?! Wait...... Calm down...."

"Um, so... Oh, that's right! I forgot to introduce myself!"

"My name is Arona! I'm the system manager that lives inside the Shittim Chest. I serve as its main OS. Think of me as your trusty secretary, Sensei!"



"I'm so glad to finally meet you! I've been waiting for a long time!" With a beaming smile, Arona's halo changed into a heart.







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The sun went down.

Everything became peaceful once again.



After I got the meet with Arona, we went through some procedures for using the tablet— yes, user identification with fingerprint. Rather than face or eye recognition, the Shittim chest operated on fingerprint privacy setting...

Afterward, Arona also restored the Sanctum Tower's access permissions. Now, the tower was fully under Arona's control... the entirety of Kivotos was in the palm of my hand.

Yes... Literally— within my fingerprint.





As we worked together, she reminded me a little of Mash. Maybe their hairstyles were similar?

Still— Her existence bugged me.

Arona, she closely resembled the missing GSC president. Putting the two next to each other, even a stranger would think they must be related.

Daughter?— Impossible. Sister?— Probability exists...



However, if I consider the most bizarre element... Time.

Arona could be her future daughter...?

But most likely— Arona was the president.



If correct, she was her child self? That would mean she went back in time? Like how King Gilgamesh drank the potion of youth? Or she was an aspect—an incarnation of the president?

With limited information, I could do nothing by keep quiet on this matter.

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Back to what happened earlier. The access permissions were in our hands for less than a minute. Since managing the city was not our task, we transferred the authority directly to the General Student Council.



Following that, Rin showed me the overall building. My new house and workplace— Federal Investigation Club: SCHALE.

Thanks to my deal with the GSC president, she had prepared the office and living floor for me. I was very thankful to her—on our first meeting, she even gave me a golden credit card so I did not have to fend for food and a roof by myself. In just a few days, she also created this club, with an entire building and a whole bunch of authorities.

Rin further explained them in detail... In summary, I could freely enter any academy district, I could register any students to SCHALE, and I had the power equivalent to the GSC president herself.

Nonetheless, with the president missing, the council was flooded with civil complaints.

With great power comes great responsibilities. As a result, Rin had me handle piles of documents... solving problems the students or the city were going through became my official job.



Behind the scenes, I would investigate and fix this singularity.





I laid on my bed, staring up at the ceiling above.

"Kivotos..." I mumbled to myself, glancing over to the newly received item in my hand. A nametag... with a SCAHLE symbol on it. As long as I carried this around, I held the highest authority in this city—surpassed even that on the General Student Council.

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I pushed myself up and stared outside of the window.



Like a pillar that supported the heaven, the sanctum tower's beacon shone brightly. Its radiance competed with the starry stars in the dark expanse night sky. From the center of the light pillar high above, magic circles spread outward.





The mysteriously disappeared president whom I just met.

The core players of the stage— students.

The ring of lights on top of the students, displayed in unique forms, absorbing damages, performing self-rejuvenation, and granting them exceptional physical prowess— halos.

The city— autonomously produced an irritatingly large number of students, and also seemed to be sustained by many large magic circles.

The world that old humanity had gone, remaining here were robots and demi-humans.

My heavily restricted mana—







Just what the hell is this singularity?

What went wrong in this world?





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I'm sorry everyone... Looks like it will take me longer than expected.

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It was the first time...

Never had she lost against anyone...

But today— that man...

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That moment, as the dim light flickered overhead, as she rushed toward the door. Her escape seemed imminent—just a few more steps and she'd be free. But he—he didn't let that happen.



The Fox of Calamity, the scary demon that destroyed everything in her path.

But today—she was suppressed.

She was pinned to a wall.



She could feel the heat from his body radiating against her, his every movement calculated and deliberate. His gaze locked with hers, dark and intense, but there was something unreadable in it, like a storm just waiting to break.

Her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her pulse pounding in her ears. She had been so close to freedom, but now, trapped against the wall, the man's presence was overwhelming. She had nowhere to go.





"I'm not letting you leave," he said, his voice low, almost a whisper, but the finality in it left no room for argument.





To the maiden's innocent heart—

She remembered it loud and clear.

The man's voice engraved into the deepest part of her memory.

His voice kept reverbing.... and would be... as long as lifetime.

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The silence that followed was thick, their faces inches apart, the tension in the air thick enough to be cut with a knife. The MC's grip didn't waver, his body close enough that she could feel the warmth of his presence like a storm ready to break. The world seemed to stop, just for that one moment, the line between them blurred.



His eyes—His gazes...

The black pupils that were enshrouded in mysteries...

Like a void, they lured her in— An infinite maze that no one could escape.

The more she ventured in—the more she wanted to know about him.

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Instead of shame and embarrassment.

Something else awoken.

Love and Obsession.



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The Fox of Calamity had fallen.





"Who is heeee?!"

"What is this feeling in my chest..." Somewhere in an abandoned building, Kosaka Wakamo found herself clutching her chest. Her heart beat fast as though on the verge of explosion, the feelings she had never experienced— they could outburst any moment.

"Ha—Ha... Ha..." Panting hard, she tried to calm herself.

Deep breath in.... Deep breath out...



"Fujimaru Ritsuka..." The face of the man surfaced in her thoughts, she recalled their encounter yearningly.





He protecc...

He attacc...

But most importantly...

He pinned me bacc





"Ahh~~ my darling... This must be fate."

"We'll meet again."





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In somewhere far—far way....





Clank! Clank.. clank...

Shattered on the ground, a glass cup slipped out of the owner's hand.

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"...?"

Looking at the glasses that were broken into millions of pieces, all witnesses' eyes returned to the owner whose hand was trembling nonstop.

"What's wrong Tamamo-san?" A cute, princess-liked girl asked her in worry.

"My fox instinct—"

"...?"

"...?" The two girls stared at the Nine-Tailed fox in visible confusion.



Pluck!

"Master... There must be a street fox hit on Master!!!" Slapping her hand on the cafeteria table, she yelled in frustration, her eyes brimmed with burning passion.

"Nnn—No way! Puppy couldn't possibly—"

"No! A good wife always knows what her husband is up to!!" Tamomo no Mae quickly disputed the lizard girl's opinion.

"Aaaah! You don't think so too right?! Kiyohime—!" Having nowhere to turn to, the dragon girl helplessly sought her friend, only to be greeted with a shocking sight.



"Ehh!!! Ki—Kiyohime! Why are you vibrating?!"

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Author's note

That's it for the whole prologue! Hope you all enjoy! As for the main story, I would probably skip a lot of insignificant parts... I also have a new plan for uploading side stories (Most of them happened in the middle or after the one-shot epilogue). The side stories will mainly be about daily lives of Fujimaru Rituska and his students.

See you all in the next chapter! Stay tuned!

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Author's notes

Well, I can't be writing the entire volume 1. So, I tried to leave the filler parts as much as possible. This chapter is the prologue of Foreclosure Task Force, things get real next chapter.

ENJOY!

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Fate/Grand Order: Where All Miracles Begin, SCHALE

Foreclosure Task Force (1/3)





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"Hmm......"



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"Hmmmmmmmmmm......"



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"Hmmmmmmmmmmmm......!!"

"Just when will you find him, Merlin."

"Hey! Pressuring me won't let me find him any quicker, you know?" Cried the man in a pure, white coat. The mage of flower, Merlin, disputed with an annoyed yet nervous sigh. "My clairvoyance works as long as I know where to look— it's not like I know where his soul went!"

"Hoh... you mischievous mage, do you want me to lock you permanently in Avalon again?" With a cold voice, she oppressed the man even further.

"Sigh... Morgan, I know you're worried about your 'husband' but calm d—"

"Looks like he's useless now... In any case, let's decapitate him." Instantly cut the mage's sentence short, a sweet voice argued... yet her point was far from 'sweet'. Nonetheless, the first, cold woman's lips curl up. "Very well... That's a good one. I shall do it your way."

Seeing the situation not looking good, more beads of sweat emerged on his face.

"Stop it right there! STOP!! You sisters are ruining the image of fairies!"





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"—!!!" With a firm stance and two arms outstretched wide, the man tried his best attempt to stand down the two ferocious women. Gulp— He swallowed a huge gulp of saliva, yet the nervousness didn't cease at all.





Truth to be told... Infront of him, they were two women he wanted to avoid the most.



Sending him a cold, piercing gaze, her aura alone was more than sufficient to make a king kneel— Morgan le Fay, the High Queen... The Queen of Fairies looked as if she could swallow him whole. Next to her was a blonde girl who radiated hope— Artoria Avalon, the embodiment of the sacred sword.

Sweating nervously, thought he must face two of the most dangerous people in Chaldea. No, it wasn't two— but four. The presence of the other two was even worse. One had emerald-green hair, she wore what looked to be a combination of tribal clothes and a space suit. The other one wore a pure, white dress in contrast with her blood-red eyes like a vampiric princess.



Both archetypes, Kukulkan and Archetype Earth, came with both fairies of paradise... the high queen and the planet's holy sword.



Even a cat with nine lives wouldn't survive this insanity.



Glancing left and right for help, Merlin helplessly looked at the other two men. One was normally chatty yet he became so calm, he didn't even open his eyes.

Thut... a hand placed on his shoulder. Still closing his eyes, the Chinese man gave him a warm smile with a bro-code. 'Merlin-dono, I wish you the best of luck.'

That didn't help at all!



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The heavy metal door muffled the argument within the room. Outside, with a hi-tech communication device in hand, a woman responded.



"Yes.... Thank you, report me if there are any updates." Her blonde hair swayed as she walked, her blue eyes gave off a serious look.

"Officer-san, you've got any updates?" Leaning her back against the door, the space executor, Ciel, asked.

"Unfortunately, no. Ahh— Where on Earth did he disappear to?" Space Artoria— Mysterious Heroine XX facepalmed tirelessly. For the past few days, she had dispatched the galactic police force to search for 'the missing person'. The girl sighed heavily and leaned next to the other girl.

Sigh... Both exhaled at the same time. Since the matter was irrelevant to vampires, they could only rely on the police force... the church would not bend an eyelid.



Out of the blue, a newcomer's voice rang in their heads.

"He is not in the servant universe."



To their surprise, a reality in front of them warped— the newcomer walked out from a swirl that seemed to bend into a black hole or a galaxy. Space Ishtar, or rather— the primordial goddess Ishtar Ashtart, said firmly.

Within the same breath, another dimension warp occurred next to the goddess.

"He's not dead either, he is alive somewhere." After asking around other netherworld keepers, Space Ereshkigal, the primordial goddess of the underworld, joined the conversation.

"Huuu— This is the worst." Said Mysterious Heroine XX. "If only the Count were still with us, maybe we'd get more intel."

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"So if he's not in this world, not in servant universe— maybe he's in a dream? No, no, no, if that's the case the flower mages would have figured it out."







I swear he's not in a dream! This isn't my prank!

Why is it always you two to blame me when he goes REM REM!







A man's voice seeped through the door, echoing faintly in the hallway.

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"Then it's possible if he's on another planet of this universe right?" the heroine continued expressing her theory, only to get turned down a few seconds later.

"We excluded that possibility. If it had been the case, Abigail would have found his traces." The underworld goddess explained. She just returned from visiting the girl. She was now consoled by the parent servants... She blamed herself for failing her duty to protect him.

Nevertheless, with Ishtar Ashtart's authority, she already searched this universe and found nothing.



"Hnhhhh!" Two hands at her temple, the galactic officer didn't give up.

"If he's not anywhere here... What if— he's in a parallel world-liked singularity?"



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Back inside the room, the tense atmosphere did not fade.

Whenever Fujimaru Ritsuka disappeared, Chaldea could track him— whether he was in the Papermoon, a dreamscape, or a random singularity. Of course, there were a few exceptions, one being the Moon Dubai where the singularity happened in a parallel world and a far future at that. In addition, the time factors played a role— if not for his report, no one would have known the man went through almost a month of moon-apocalyptic events in one night.

But now, they all have no clue where he went.



"Please calm down beautiful fairies..." Taigong Wang spoke dryly. The entire room was a mess. Two sisters were threatening a poor mage. One frustrated archetype tried to fly off yet blocked by another one.





Only in Chaldea... where one could find three grand caster candidates pressed by ultimate beings.

Wait— that's wrong. First, my current spirit origin is grand rider. And second, the beast candidates can also slap us too. Finishing the pessimistic yet realistic thought, the Taoist practitioner shuddered. His head turned to a man who had been very quiet since the beginning.



"King Gilgamesh... How's your Highness doing?"

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"..." No reply came back, his pupil trembled. Nonetheless, his trust was resolute— the wise king of heroes could certainly figure out something.





Only in Chaldea... where powerful entities, whether urban or planetary-level, boiled in frustration for one man. No one would believe that the powerhouses of Chaldea— Earth, or even an entire universe were to gather in the same place for the sake of one man.

Damn... what a scary yet astounding place.

Like a gift from heaven, suddenly— a resounding laughter rang.

"Ku— Hahahahaha."

"..."

"Hhahahahaha."

"..."

Everyone's eyes all focused on the source, there could only be one person to produce such a kingly laugh. Gilgamesh, the wise king in caster class, finally returned.

"Wow... that was a good one. This is interesting, Ritsuka never failed to amaze me." Finishing his laugh, the king of heroes slowly opened his eyes. The crimson-red eyes shone bright, getting everyone attention.



"King of Heroes... So you've managed to discover something." Shifting her opinion away, Morgan asked. The sly mage let out a big relieved sigh, thankful for the king's rescue.

"Rest assured, Fairy Queen. The man is doing fine." With a convincing grin, the king continued. "Foreigner— you lost your cool, loosen up or else he'd return finding his home was gone."

"I'm calm, very calm, absolutely calm!" Argued the artificial sun, dispersing her leaking emerald aura due to sheer frustration.



"In that case, could you tell us his whereabouts?" said another archetype, her red eyes met with his. Despite hers having a rainbow-rank mystic eye, they did not have the observation skills like those of grand casters'.

Sha Naqba Imuru, a clairvoyance in the form of noble phantasm. It allowed the King of Heroes to discern any concealed truths, see the probabilities, witness past, present, or future events... and lastly, glimpse at other parallel worlds.



"He is not in this world nor this plane. Call that small foreigner girl, she has a job to do."

"Having said that... What you should be worrying about is not how he's doing, but what will you do."



"—?"

Looking at the confused four women, he let out another grin from ear to ear.

"What will you do, what actions will you take— if a number of your love rivals went up by two-three folds."



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It'd been a month since I was transported to this world.

After officially receiving the title 'Teacher' working under the federal organization of 'SCHALE', I received my first help request.

On that fateful day, my role began.

Under the sun's shimmering heat, a silhouette emerged on the horizon. At first, it seemed like a mirage, a trick of the oppressive heat. But as it drew closer, the figure became clearer—a girl gliding effortlessly over the sand on a bicycle.

Her silver-blue hair shimmered under the harsh sunlight, each strand catching the light in a way that seemed almost otherworldly. The soft breeze stirred her short locks, making them sway with her every movement. She came to a stop a few feet away, her gaze steady, her presence dazzling against the backdrop of endless dunes and the remnants of ruined cities.



The heat was strong today.

And yet, as if by magic, the intolerable heat dissolved and the clouds drifted.

The sun's rays poured over her, She stood there like a beacon, a singular figure of clarity in a world of endless haze.



I was speechless.

"..."

The girl stared at me emotionlessly with her jewel-like eyes.

" –I ask of you. Are you my teacher?"





That was how it started, the first moment I met a student in my care.





And of course, I have more reasons to buy a car for commuting to work. Who could have thought that the Abydos district's borders were that desolate? The public transport didn't work that day due to piling sand on the train rails— As a result, I walked. Thanks to my prior experience and my durable body to hardships, Shiroko found me intact. The girl shared her energy drink too— she also gave me a ride on her bike, bringing me to Abydos.

I met lovely students— Hoshino, Serika, Ayane, Nonomi, and Shiroko. A lot of things happened: we repelled the Helmet Gang, they told me about their 900 million yen debt, Serika's mistrust and her kidnapping incident, Problem Solver 68 and Gehenna's Prefect Team, and the most peak of them all— we robbed a bank. To phrase it better, it's for uncovering the dark ties between Kaiser Corporation and the school's dire situation.

I also got to know them better. I randomly encountered Shiroko on some corners, assisted Ayane with her daily struggles, hung out with Nonomi, helped Serika with her part-time jobs, and talked with Hoshino.





"Right, it's rare to come. Let's take a photo here!"

"Sure!" Nonomi 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" Ayane quickly disputed in surprise.



Bombarded heavily, I was stupefied for a second. "Well, I—"



"That won't do."

"Don't be shy!"

"Sensei has to take it with us, yes?"

"Standing there alone is lonely right?~ " Hoshino teased, sweeping her hand in a beckoning gesture.



In front of the aquarium's landmark, stood there 5 students of Abydos High School. They were waiting— waiting for me to join in. Some doubts clouded my mind.. as a Master of Humanity whose true role is to resolve this singularity— Fujimaru Ritsuka must avoid forming unnecessary bonds that may hinder my ultimate goal. I did not belong here.

In our singularities or lostbelts, it was true that we helped and associated with locals. Nonetheless, it was like a temporary act of goodwill. We, the crew, knew that in the end, we would pursue our goal even if they would perish. Still, we gave our best to them— to maintain our morals and stay true to our nature.

But in this world, I helped them... and watched them grow. The difference was like heaven and earth. I did not dare to think about what would happen.



Nonetheless, their teamwork this time was definitely unmatched. I could not even come up with a decent excuse to bail out in time. In addition to the unexpected guests, just as I realized, I was drawn in.

Is this really correct? Is this really what should I be doing? The thoughts lingered in my mind.



Snap!— Rang the sound from a phone camera.



Hopefully, I will be able to bid them farewell.

With a genuine smile on my face.

Keeping that thought in mind, I continued giving my very best to help them. The printed photo came out nicely, marking the first time I ever was solely responsible for someone.





Despite troubles along the way, the Foreclosure Task Force stood together and overcame them.

Just until the one day...



"I don't know what you're talking about."

"That's a lie."

Seeing the girls standing face to face, we managed to settle the dispute between Shiroko and Hoshino. Shiroko also told me she found Hoshino's resignation letter. But due to the tension between Abydos and Kaiser, I shouldn't have left the matter slipped by.

We investigated the desert and found what looked to be a huge military ground of Kaiser PMC, another subsidiary of Kaiser Corporation. Its Director made his appearance, he was the creditor— the mastermind that exploited the Abydos district and pressured the students to leave school. To pursue the hidden treasure buried somewhere, he used dirty methods to take over the district.

As a result, with no lawful solutions... we could only retreat. Later on, Hoshino finally admitted she had received offers to forgive half of Abydos's debt if she worked under the weird person, Black Suit.

And like that— Just the next morning, Hoshino left, leaving behind a resignation letter... and her wishes for everyone.





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It's time to end this.

I couldn't let that corrupted business keep getting their way any longer.

The matter involved things too soon for them to handle— It's an adult's responsibility.

It was now my part... to deal with bad adults who exploit innocent childrens.



With the help of Arona, I tracked down the Hoshino's location. Her last signal led to this building, to this room.



My breath hitched as I stepped inside, the dim light of the room contrasting sharply with the blinding daylight behind me.

At the far end of the room, seated behind an imposing wooden desk, was a figure unlike anything I had expected— The man, if I could call him that, has an unnatural black skin with cracks. From the cracks, a pale blue glow emitted, forming a right eye and a mouth. In addition to his black suit, a black flame burned the top of his head.

A foreign entity I never expected to see in this world.







"I've been waiting for you, Ritsuka Sensei."











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Author's notes

Writing this was hard! Imagine compressing almost all vol. 1 chap 1 and 2 //wiped sweat.

Well, I can't be writing the entire volume 1. So, I tried to leave the filler parts as much as possible. This chapter is the prologue of Foreclosure Task Force, things get real next chapter.

NEXT CHAPTER! Ritsuka meets Black Suit!





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[SamoyShibaDaDaDa]

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Hi to all remaining readers who got through part 1. Yeah- I know it's kinda nothing new except the Chaldea cameo. Anyway, this is where real things start now!

START THE SONG AND ENJOY!

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Foreclosure Task Force (2/3)









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"I've been waiting for you, Ritsuka Sensei."

"I'd like to have a word with you, face-to-face."

The man greeted, he also knew the Ritsuka's identity. Sitting behind the desk, he had his fingers interlocked, resting lightly on a folder labeled "SECRET" in bold, ominous letters. The air in the room felt heavier, almost oppressive. As the newcomer approached, he felt as if being scrutinized, each step dissected by an unseen gaze.





"Who are you?"

Chuckled the weird-looking man, instead of answering his questions, he continued. "We know who you are. An enigmatic individual chosen by the General Student Council president."

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"Owner of the artifact known as Shittim Chest. The sensei of SCHALE, Federal Investigation Club. Others tend to underestimate you but we won't make the same mistake."

"..." Ritsuka was taken aback by a little. The information regarding Shittim Chest was supposed to be between him and the General Student Council...





Noticing the teacher's cold glare, he quickly clear the suspicion. "First let me make something clear."

"We have no interest in a conflict with you. In fact, we want to work with you... because otherwise, you represent the largest obstacle to our plans."

"Wiping out an insignificant school like Abydos is child's play. However, we'd rather avoid the consequence of starting a war with you in the process."





"Why do you hold me in such high regard? And who the hell are you?"

Sensing the conversation turned more serious, he lowered his hands. "You hold the highest authority in the city... Moreover, despite being an outsider, you managed to grasp the situation and execute perfect tactics every time."

"And lastly, my intuition."





"..." Their gazes locked. Except for the body language, the teacher couldn't read his expression at all. The man has no face- only cracks and a hole emitting blue flame which seems to be a right eye.

"As for the other question- We are outsiders to Kivotos, the same as you... Ah, but that doesn't mean we come from the same place."

"For the time being, we've found a suitable name to borrow. Please call us Gematria- And I'm fine with going by 'Black Suit', Sensei. I've grown quite fond of that name."

"We, Gematria, are... observers, explorers, and researchers. You could say that we're enigmatic beings, much like yourself."

"So allow me to formally ask. Do you have any interest in working with us? Gematria?"



"No, never. All I want is to take Hoshino."





Ritsuka replied the instant the suspicious man shamelessly recruited him. He stood his ground- Hoshino was still in his care, she was still his student since he hadn't signed the resignation letter yet.

Black Suit, Gematria- Now that he knew such a shady organization existed, he felt the need to look further into this. Why?- He dropped him the greatest clue, 'Outsiders to Kivotos'.

Because ever since the man arrived in this world.

'Outside' did not exist.



No matter what data he stumbled across- they never mentioned any place outside of the city. The current World map did not exist, only were there the city map. The closest thing to call 'world' would be what the 'old human' has engraved in the library. Thousand years ago, a world with 7 continents existed, but now... only Kivotos remained.

Whenever he asked Arona or any student about it, their replies? 'I don't know.'

As if the world had changed- As if it was trying to hide something. Or maybe... something happened then the world had blended its history and progressed until today.





"Give up Hoshino-san, and the school will be spared."

"I refuse."

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They talked- The mysterious entity greeted the teacher oddly nicely, he had been waiting for his arrival. He thought for sure the man would give up the girl in exchange for saving the school, nonetheless- he was declined. This was the second time, he also was not interested in joining Gematria either.

"Why?"

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"Why are you so desperate to stand in our way? You're powerless!" Black Suit said in a cold voice, unable to comprehend the person in front of him. "How do you plan to fight us?!"





Their eyes locked. To his surprise, the teacher did not waver one bit.

"Tell me where she is- Or you'll regret it."



"Interesting... To succumb to violence, Sensei." Black Suit chuckled in disbelief. "I've never expected the SCHALE teacher to use such primitive method."

"..." Ritsuka stayed quiet. Without servants or students, all he could rely on was now himself- Nonetheless, this was what he had prepared for. He wouldn't return empty hand, he would save his student. If it came to the worst case where fight broke out, he still had a trick or two up his sleeves.



Avoiding a direct battle would be the most preferable option.

Still, a bad adult like him deserved a good beating.



"But why? Why? WHY? Even if you beat me, how will you deal with them-?!" He stood tall, his presence dominating the room, a sly grin curling his lips. Perturbed by the guest's arrogance, he posed the question like a challenge.

"Sensei, tell me- Have you ever faced a god?"





The silence that followed was deafening.

The air seemed to shift, almost imperceptibly, as if the room itself had grown colder. His breath hitched-just for a second, so brief that anyone else might have missed it. His mask of confidence cacked.

Staring into his sharp blue eyes, he'd expected defiance, perhaps even desperation- but what he saw instead was something far more unsettling. Ritsuka's eyes weren't filled with anger or fear, they weren't a blazing fire or a trembling storm.

They were still. Deep- Deep and fathomable, deep like an endless abyss. They swallowed all light, turning it into eternal darkness.





A chill ran down his spine. His breath caught in his throat... yet he couldn't look away, though his instinct screamed to do so. Those eyes- they weren't just deep; they were mysterious. The more he stared, the more he felt falling into their infinite depths.

Black Suit felt it- an aura that wasn't merely human. It wasn't raw power or strength. No, it was something far more disconcerting. It was the weight of countless battles fought against forces that defied comprehension. The weight of standing before gods and walking away.

It was the look of someone... who had seen too much, endured too much, and stood unmoved in the face of it all.





"Im- Impossible..."

"What... What have you been through?" Black Suit muttered, the words escaping before he could think better of them.

The figure across him didn't answer. He didn't need to. The silence itself was an answer-a heavy, unspoken truth that pressed against the walls of the room.

Black Suit blinked, his confidence unraveling with every passing second... replaced by something much more fragile. Caution. Uncertainty.

At first, he knew the person was irregular. He even mocked him to shake that unyielding arrogance the man put. However, that was not an act.





Out of the blue, the grin returned-wider, unhinged, a mirror to his spiraling madness.

Black Suit threw his head back and laughed, a sound that echoed off the walls like a symphony of chaos. It wasn't the laugh of someone amused-it was the laugh of someone who had found something incomprehensibly beautiful in the terrifying unknown.

"Interesting!" He roared.

"To think that gods-and someone like you-actually exist! Unbelievable! How utterly fascinating!"





"...Who are you?"

"You've stood in the presence of gods and lived to tell the tale. What are you?"

The silence from Ritsuka spoke louder than words, it said everything. The teacher- or rather the Master, wasn't here to explain himself nor to appease his curiosity.



Black Suit's smile wavered as he stepped back, his exhilaration giving way to something resembling fear, though he tried to suppress it.

"You're something else- Something terrifying." He murmured.



"You're not what I expected." He admitted.

"Few people are." The figure replied, his tone calm.



"We didn't want to make an enemy out of you. We will cooperate." Swallowed hard, whoever this person was, he wasn't powerless. He wasn't simple, he was something far more dangerous- someone who had faced things he couldn't imagine.



"Hoshino-san's being held in the lab of the PMC base at the center of the Abydos Desert."

"A long time ago, somewhere in the ruins of the old, deserted district on the outskirts of Kivotos, a strange experiment was conducted."

"The goal was to prove the existence of a deity and if possible- create a new god."

"We, Gematria, supported the research and invested immense funding and time."

"Mimesis has shown us the dark side of what a Mystic is capable of: Terror. We planned to experiment on her- if she doesn't work, we'll move on to the wolf god... Though even that doesn't seem to be a feasible option at this point."

"Since our negotiation failed- I have no choice but to drop out."



Black Suit explained obediently with a sigh. His intuition was correct- he shouldn't provoke with the person in front of him. He didn't dare think what would happen to him if he were to mess with another one of his students. At this point, betraying the Kaiser PMC was the best option.

Nevertheless, just now that he had assessed him... he was interested in him more than anything in the world. Forgetting the experiment, forgetting the gods- Who is this man? What in the world is he?

Losing a guinea pig, he just was supposed to be frustrated-

It was the most fascinating day of his life.





"..." Ritsuka listened silently, his head was full of thoughts.



"I wish you the best of luck rescuing her."

"Ritsuka Sensei, we'll see each other again."

"Gematria will keep an eye on you from now on."





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Like that, I returned to Abydos.

It was very late already yet the students were still gathering around the table.

"Welcome back, Sensei." Shiroko greeted, soon followed by the rest.





I told them the information I'd obtained- the whereabouts of Hoshino.

The conversation with Black Suit still bugged me. Gematria- to think they would be trying to summon and even recreate a god. In this world, old humans existed... thus they shared roughly the same historical events, the same gods, and the same pantheons as the world I came from.

Only until something happened, something that changed the course of prime species like Moon Dubai.



What the Gematria tried to be sound closely resembled pseudo servant summoning- to use a lifeform as a vessel, then a divine spirit to take over. I'd encountered a good number of actual gods and divine spirits... but still, there were too many of them in the world. There was no way I could precisely guess who they tried to summon.

Luckily, they were in research progress- They would need more time to do so, which could give me enough time to dive to the bottom of this. In addition, I doubt it would be successful soon- or else I could've summoned even a shadow one for battle already.



Focusing on the matter at hand, to rescue Hoshino, we needed more helpers. As a result, I headed to Gehenna Academy the next morning.



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"You want to a meeting with the head prefect? You think you can just waltz in here and chat with the Gehenna head prefect?"

"Yes, this is very urgent." I replied. The tan girl, Iori, was judging me from head to toe. Her eyes glared at me with a hint of disgust, as if looking at a pervert.

Our misunderstanding worsened every time we met... First, she thought I was going to hide in a man sewer to peek at girls' panties. Though, I was checking the city's waste treatment system.



I sighed quietly, the girl didn't seem to let me pass easily at all. Her mouth curled up, a mockery smile appeared on her face.

"I'll tell you what. Maybe if you got on all fours and kissed my shoes-"

Couldn't play her game any further, I instantly closed the distance. With one knee on to ground, two hands grabbed her tiny shoulders. "Iori, please."



"-!!!" Surprised by the action, she flustered cutely.

How childish- She didn't know how many demanding servants I'd dealt with. She was a hundred years too soon to pull Ishtar's feet trick on me. Since we were at the front gate, Gehenna students had already surrounded us- watching the scene unfold as though watching a movie.

"Iori, my students were kidnapped. I can't afford to waste any more time." With our eye sights on the same level, I stared into her trembling pupils- Come on, we're embarrassing ourselves in front of the whole world here! Just let me through!!

"What're you doing?! Release me- Pervert!"



Look! Are they... flirting?

The strict and bossy Iori was blushing?!



"Let me goooo!"

"Iori, you're not listening-"

"No! You're not listening! Don't get any closer!" The girl cried out, her hands kept pushing and brushing me away.

Ahh- I knew it, her ears shut down the moment I reached her. How am I supposed to convey my emergency then?! Noticing she hadn't been listening, I panicked internally. The girl had been avoiding eye contact too. Justas I was to lose patience and cup her cheeks, a voice rang out.





"Why are you all being noisy?"

"P- President!" Iori quickly turned her head to the newcomer. The head of the Prefect Team, Hina, had arrived.

"Tell me, Sensei. What do you need from me?"





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In just a few hours, we acquired support from Problem Solver 68, the Prefect Team, and the Tea Party.

Finally, we headed to the battleground.





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Author's notes

Writing this was a lot easier than the previous chapter! That one was a real pain to compress everything. The hard part for this chapter is Black Suit's speech where I have to retain almost half of the original script (or else it would feel too incomplete if I cut too much)

That feeling when cutting too much makes it too straightforward while cutting too less makes it boring as if rereading the o.g. blue archive.

Anyway, I put so much effort into arts. Feel free to find out who they are!

(As for why the art quality is inconsistent = 1. My mood 2. Some arts were drawn before I started this story, which I improved bit by bit later)

NEXT CHAPTER! Action Sequence!

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Here we go!! Last part!

START THE SONG AND ENJOY! (HEAVILYRECOMMEND, The song will start later!)

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Fate/Grand Order: Where All Miracles Begin, SCHALE

Foreclosure Task Force (3/3)







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"Director! Their forces are advancing faster than anticipated– our heavy artillery is pinned down!"

"Director! The enemies were forcing through the main gate!"

"Then unpin it!" The director snapped, his glowing eyes narrowing dangerously. "Send the reserves! Hold that position at all costs!"

"Intercept them at once! Concentrate PMC forces there!"



The blistering sun beat down mercilessly on the desert battlefield, the horizon shimmering with waves of heat. Explosions echoed across the dunes, sending plumes of sand and smoke into the air. The cacophony of gunfire and shouting made the ground itself feel alive with violence.

In the control tower, the director stood in the center of the chaos- barking orders with a sharp metallic edge to his voice. His hulking form was a stark contrast to the frenzied soldiers scrambling around him. His head turned sharply as another explosion rocked the battlefield, this one far closer than before. He growled under his breath, metallic fists clenching as he surveyed the situation.



Bang! Bang! Bang!

Suddenly, the sound of rapid gunfire erupted to the north. The director's eyes widened as he spun toward the noise. In the distance, through the swirling dust and smoke, he could make out figures advancing from the north– the Gehenna.

BOOM! BOOMB!- BOOM!

"Our facilities were bombarded with ranged artillery! The reinforcements were intercepted at their bunker exits!" A soldier reported urgently as the long-ranged support from the Trinity stalled the reinforcements.





How had this gotten so out of control?

When the attack began, he'd expected a small, disorganized skirmish from the pathetic Abydos School– with just 3 or 4 students. But what lay before him now was a full-scale assault– those brats had acquired more helping hands.

The director's eyes narrowed as realization dawned. This wasn't just a random assault– it was a meticulously planned operation. Their attacks were coordinated and relentless... His circuits buzzed with frustration as another wave of gunfire echoed from the north, the sound growing louder with each passing second.

"Sensei..." He hissed under his breath, his voice low and venomous.





"Director!" A subordinate called out, their voice quivering. "We need reinforcements immediately! The northern flank won't hold much longer!"

The director's fist slammed onto the console, denting the steel. Reinforcements. The thought had crossed his mind several times already- First, he deployed all he had here already... except, he needed to call support from other bases.

Nonetheless, the command room lacked the means to make the call. The secure phone required for such a high-level request was in his private working room-far enough to make the trip a gamble in this situation.



Still, there was no other choice.



"Keep this position intact!" The robot snarled, spinning on his heel. "Buy me time!"

Without waiting for a response, he stormed out of the command room, his heavy metallic footsteps echoing through the steel halls of the base. The sounds of gunfire and explosions outside seemed distant here, muted by layers of reinforced walls. But the tension followed him like a shadow.

The working room came into view, its heavy door closed. The director pushed it open with a mechanical hiss, the room dimly lit and eerily quiet. His glowing eyes scanned the space, landing immediately on the secure phone resting on his desk.

He stepped inside, his pace quickening. But just as his hand reached for the phone, a faint sound stopped him.



Footsteps.

Soft, deliberate, and unhurried.



The director froze.

Slowly, he turned, his glowing eyes narrowing as he scanned the room. And then, he saw him.





Standing in the doorway, bathed in the dim light of the room, was the last person he expected to see– The teacher.

Ritsuka Fujimaru.





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"This is truly unexpected." Said the robotic man, his mechanical voice carrying a sharp edge of disdain.

"To think that SCHALE's sensei would approach me himself." His glowing, artificial eyes locked onto the figure entering the room. The man walked slowly, his movements unhurried, his suit bearing only a few tears and smudges. No blood. No signs of true harm.



It was true that most of his forces were on the front lines. But still, how did the man bypass the stationed guards unscathed? Except for the emergency alarm, he didn't hear any gunshot near the area... much less receive any report from his subordinates.

Silencer? Did he take down the guards? How did he sneak in without alerting the security systems?



"Who are you? How can a teacher –a mere human– do that?

"Instead of helping students behind their back, but a mere human... a mere human– No halo. No divine power. And yet..." The director glared at him intensely, his gaze pierced the man in question so strongly as though dissecting him alive.





The man said nothing, meeting the director's glare with unsettling calm.

The air between them grew heavier, thick with unspoken challenge. The robotic director's glowing eyes narrowed, scanning the man standing before him.





"Surrender, this is my final warning." Ritsuka spoke, his gaze locked on the towering metal. He could not allow him to call for more reinforcement.

"Under SCHALE's authority, I urge you to turn yourself in for price gouging, unfair contract terms, trespassing with a weapon, and conducting unethical experiments on a student."



"Hahahahaha–" The robot's mechanical laugh broke the tension.

"Do you think I care? The General Student Council? The Valkyrie Police?– They're just a bunch of children playing tough. If they could ever get things done, the Kaiser wouldn't have existed!"

"You should've stayed in the shadows, Sensei." The director sneered, his tone laced with mockery. "But no, you just had to walk into the lion's den."



Before Ritsuka could reply, the director's other hand darted toward his desk. With a flick of his wrist, he grabbed a sleek, black communication device– a phone equipped to call reinforcements.

The teacher's eyes narrowed. He didn't need Arona's voice buzzing in his earpiece to know what was at stake. If the director called for backup, the already precarious situation would spiral into chaos.

"What's wrong? Too late to back out now?" The director smirked, sensing Ritsuka's hesitation. He raised the phone to his ear.



BANG!

Ritsuka moved.

A single gunshot rang out, deafening in the enclosed space. The phone exploded in a shower of plastic and circuitry, sent flying across the room before the director could finish dialing. Smoke curled from the barrel of Ritsuka's pistol as he held his stance, unwavering.

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The director's smirk twisted into a snarl. "You've got some nerve!" His metallic hand snapped to his sidearm, yanking it free in one fluid motion.



"Let's see how long you last, human!" He roared, firing a volley of shots.

His instincts kicked in- In a flash, Ritsuka dove to the side, his movements sharp and practiced. Bullets tear through the air... one shot grazed through his jacket.

They ricocheted off the steel walls, sparking where they hit. Sliding behind an overturned table, he peeked out just in time to see the director advancing, his heavy steps denting the floor beneath him.

"Running already?!" the director taunted, his voice a mix of rage and amusement.

Ritsuka didn't answer. Instead, he shifted positions, diving behind a broken pillar for cover. The man fired a calculated shot in exchange with the enemy's, grazing the director's shoulder. Sparks flew as the bullet skidded off the robotic frame, failing to penetrate the hard armor.



"You think a scratch like that will stop me?!" The director laughed, his voice distorted in broken speaker.

"I was curious how you reached here- But never mind that! You won't leave here alive!"





"You can't hide forever, Sensei!" the director taunted, his footsteps heavy as he advanced.

Ritsuka peeked out from cover and fired again, his shot grazing the director's gun arm. The robotic man flinched slightly, but his grip remained firm. He retaliated with more shots, forcing Ritsuka to duck back.

Arona's voice crackled in his ear. 'Sensei, are you okay?!'

"I'm fine," he muttered, reloading his weapon with practiced ease.

Ritsuka's lips pressed into a thin line. He wasn't aiming to stop him yet– he was buying time, maneuvering to keep the director away from his destroyed phone and limiting his movement.

The director, realizing the tactic, growled in frustration. "Enough games!" He unleashed a barrage of bullets, forcing Ritsuka to duck low.

Nonetheless, the man was ready. As soon as the director's gun clicked empty, he sprang into action. Pivoting out from cover, he fired again-not at the director but at his weapon.



"-!!!" The bullet hit its mark, knocking the robot's pistol from his grip. On the floor It clattered, spinning out of reach.

The director roared in fury, his massive hand reaching for the gun, but man was already there. With a swift kick, he sent the weapon skidding across the room, far from either of them.



Now unarmed, the director glared at Ritsuka with murderous intent.

"You're disarmed, Stand down." Pointing the gun at the director, the man said calmly.

Surprisingly, the director's lips twisted into a sinister grin.

"Disarmed? Oh, Sensei... I'm far from disarmed."



With a sudden burst of speed, the director lunged forward, his massive frame closing the gap between them. The teacher's eyes narrowed, shooting himself off to the side- he watched the pillar crumble into pieces from the metallic man's deadly charge.





"You're going to regret that" He growled, his metallic fists clenching as the dust scattered.



Confirming bullets couldn't harm him, the man holstered his weapon.

Ritsuka tilted his head slightly, his expression calm yet unyielding. "Try me."



'Ehh!!! Sensei?! What do you mean?!' Arona exclaimed in shock.

"Seems like bullets don't suffice- we'll continue our talk with fists."

'Wait, Wait, Wait, Wait!'



Ignoring the panic AI, Ritsuka stepped forward.

"Arona, please don't help."

'Ehh-! Sensei?!'

"No worry." He replied, rolling his shoulders as he slid off his torn suit jacket. His gaze never left the towering metallic figure before him. "I've got this."



As long as they were not entities with halos, he was sure the enemy in front of him would not possibly possess the heaven-defying strength like students. Plus, he needed to assess his own strength in the new world he'd be residing in from now.

The spar with Wakamo was a different case- So now was the perfect opportunity.

He couldn't be happier to beat the mastermind who troubled his students.



'But-!! But he's huge!' Arona protested. 'Sensei! Are you crazy?!'

Even though she'd seen how he handled a pistol, Arona still couldn't place full trust when it came to fistfights.

Especially with a clear weight class difference.





"Sensei... You think you can win?" The director, standing on the opposite side, provoked with a sneer. His voice buzzed with static as if laughter were caught in his circuits.





'Sensei-! Uh, who's really stronger between you?' Arona asked in worried.



Hmm... If we're to compare our strengths, I'd say it'll be a tad bit difficult. He thought to himself.

Nonetheless, the teacher smirked. Facing the towering muscular robot, he answered confidently.





"Nah, I'd win."

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Like a kettle boiling over, rage consumed the robot. To be looked down on by a mere human without a halo, what a nonsensical joke it was.

"COME AND STOP ME!! -SENSEI!!!" The director roared, leaping forward with such force the ground cracked beneath his feet.



A right blow aimed at his face.

The first punch came like a freight train. The man's eyes narrowed, his focus sharp as a razor.



His eyes quickly followed- he managed to dodge it with just a hair-length distance, the gust of displaced air ruffing his shirt.

"-Ha!!" The robot, with a little shock, didn't hesitate. It continuously threw more punches without holding back.



Right Jab, Left hook, Left jab, Right cross. Each punch carried the force to shatter concrete, but none found their mark.

Holding his breath, the teacher's eyes locked in. All the attacks missed by a few inches, Ritsuka dodged them with precision... his movements were fluid and calculated.



Booom!! A punch landed directly on a pillar. An enormous dent with long spreading cracks, reducing it into rubble.

Still, the robot did not allow him to rest for the slightest, it closed the distance again.

"Sensei!!" His massive frame charged forward him like a freight train. Ritsuka sprang to the side, letting the raging bull plow through the desk, shattering them into splinters.

"-!!!" A flying chair hurled like a fierce wind, barely missing the target. Just as the teacher dodged it, the massive bull was already in front of him.



To his surprise, his back touched the wall... there was no room to back up.



"Senseeeiii!!!" A powerful left blow went straight to the man's body, the robot's left fist came down like a wrecking ball.

Luckily, he managed to keep up his guard. His brows furrowed as he received the impact. As if being hit by a moving truck, the heavy punch buried him straight into the wall- the impact forced him with enough force to crack the plaster. His arms trembled under the sheer power, but his expression didn't falter.



"Haaaa!!" The robot did not leave him to rest. Blow after blow rained down- more barrages followed but none managed to get through his guards.

The robot was surprised, he punched him so hard the man lifted from the ground, his strength was so superb- yet he saw the man's face distorted only a little.

"-!!" The man, eyes still locked on, dodged another one of his attacks.



The director hesitated for a second, his calmness disturbed him. What was that expression?





His piercing gazes.

His unwavering stares.

As if this human- this teacher- held the upper hand.





"Die!!!" The robot rampaged, throwing another swing- hoping to finish the man with a devastating blow.

But then, the man moved.



For an instant, time seemed to slow.

Unexpectedly, the man, who had been on the defensive since the start, lunged forward straight to his fist.

The figure blurred- In that split second, he ducked under the blow. With his fist clenched and ready....



"-!!!!" Too late to react, the human countered.

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With an explosive force, the punch connected with the robot's face. The strike produced a massive dent, the deafening sound echoed, metal screeching as sparks flew. For the first time in his life, his vision distorted and flickered- his processors lagging.

To think that a human- a mere human, possessed this much strength.

"-!!!" Keeping the pressure on, the man didn't wait for any spare moment. His body twisted again, delivering a low kick to the robot's calf- The tower staggered as its height crumbled. Ritsuka sent another explosive hook to the director's temple, sending shockwaves through the machine's core.

"This one is for taking advantage of the innocent citizens." He said coldly, his voice steady.





Even worse than the last one, the damage was sent directly throughout every unit. The robot's system began to fail.



System Failure. System Failure. System Failure.

Awaiting Reboot. Detecting Errors. Awaiting Reboot. Detecting Errors.

Initiating Recuperation Protocols. Initiating Recuperation Protocols.



"Senseeeeiiii!!!" The robot screamed, his rage a cacophony of static and garbled noise. His vision blurred, his joints froze, his massive frame trembling under the strain of his own weight.

Yet the teacher wasn't finished.











With one final decisive move, he clenched his fist and lunged forward.











"And this... is for hurting my students!"

The punch landed with extreme precision, shoving the metallic man's face into the ground. The impact sent a shockwave through the room, leaving cracks spiderwebbing across the floor.

The director's body jerked one last time, then went still.





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The room went silent. Dust settled in the air as Ritsuka straightened, brushing off his hands.

'...Are you-Uhm... okay?' Arona's voice crackled from the Shittim Chest.

The man smiled, adjusting his cuffs his expression as calm as ever.

"Told you I've got this."





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The metallic groan of collapsing beams echoed through the facility as Ritsuka hurried down a dimly lit corridor, his sharp eyes scanning every corner. The faint sound of distant gunfire and explosions reverberated like a storm outside, shaking the very foundations of the building. Dust and debris fell from the ceiling- the chaos outside threatening to bring the entire structure down.

'Sensei! Sensei!' Arona's voice chimed urgently from the tablet.

"I'm listening," Ritsuka replied curtly, his focus unwavering as he kicked open a highly dense metallic door to another empty room.



'How... how did you do that?!' she exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and awe. Her eyes shone bright like a child getting an ice cream cone.

'That director-he was like a tank with fists! And you just-'

"Next room," Ritsuka muttered to himself, ignoring Arona's question as he moved to another door.



'Sensei!' Arona's voice pitched higher, insistent now. 'Don't brush me off! How did you win?! Where did you learn to use a gun like that?!'

"Sigh... Arona, I'll tell you later." He exhaled and replied calmly. "Right now, we need to focus on finding Hoshino."

Before Arona could throw a protest tantrum, the man cut in. "The building's coming down. If we don't move fast, she'll be buried along with it."

At this rate, Hoshino and I are going to be buried here alive... Ritsuka snorted lightly as he forced the door open, revealing another empty hall with lots of rooms.



The distant explosions outside grew louder, punctuated by the deep rumble of collapsing walls. After defeating the director, the teacher quickly for his kidnapped student. He broke doors like they were made of paper, he subdued guards fast and acute- physically, leaving robot bodies and scrapped in his path.

He had to be quick... He told his students to keep the pressure up, not level the entire base.



The truth was, there was far more to his methods than he cared to admit at the moment. As for Arona's question, one answer could spiral into a dozen more, and now wasn't the time for a Q&A session.

How had he sneaked in here? Well, ninja techniques taught by Fuuma Kotarou of the Fuuma shinobi clan certainly helped. He couldn't help but grin at the memory of his substitution technique-his personal favorite. He practiced it with heart and soul, blood-sweat-tears, to escape traumatic Halloween events from a certain lizard idol.

As for the brawls? Strengthening magecraft, plain and simple. He'd been reinforcing his body with it since this operation began. It was the same technique he used to kick doors open with ease. As long as he didn't dabble in transmutation, he could sustain the reinforcement for an extended period.

And the gunplay? Chaldea had no shortage of Servants, and over the years, he'd picked up a little from each of them. He was a jack of all trades but master of none- Still, it had been enough to disarm the director. At the end of the day, he reminded himself, he was just a third-rate mage doing his best.



As long as the enemies weren't students that produced shockwaves each hit or move in a flash- not stepping into the realm of 'servants', he could somewhat handle them.





Craaaaash-

A metal door flew away with a kick.

Ritsuka's boots echoed against the cold, metallic floor as he stepped into the dimly lit lab. The air was thick with the sterile scent of chemicals and an undercurrent of something far more sinister. His eyes scanned the room, settling on a raised platform at the center- bathed in faint red beams crisscrossing like a web of light.

Finally, he found her. The unconscious figure at the middle of the platform.







"Hoshino!!"



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After that, the facilities collapsed.

The chaos of the collapsing facility echoed behind them as Ritsuka carried Hoshino through the thick smoke and flames. His steps were urgent yet careful... he dodged debris as the structure fell apart under the relentless assault from his troops.

Without noticing it, he was already at the main gate.





The sound of gunshots had long stopped.

the sky bloomed with shades of orange and gold as the sun dipped toward the horizon, casting its warm glow like a gentle embrace over the war-torn landscape.

The Foreclosure Task Force ran up to them- Some cheered loudly, their joy unrestrained, while others wept tears of relief as they saw their president, Hoshino-cradled safely in his arms.





This marked the conclusion of his first major task in this unfamiliar world

He learned many new things about his world...

Nonetheless, the most important thing to him, one truth stood out above all- his students mattered most.





As the lively voices of the task force surrounded him, Ritsuka couldn't help but reflect.

Love, Friendship, Youth, Dreams- these were things he had left behind, stripped away by the harsh reality of the Grand Order. He had faced endless trials, made impossible choices, and sacrificed parts of himself for a future that might never come.

A choice that ate away his humanity.

To save humanity- at the cost of itself.

To save humanity, he had given up his own humanity, piece by piece.



But here, in this strange yet vibrant world, surrounded by students filled with boundless energy and unshakable hope, he felt something stirring within him. It was faint at first, like the flicker of a candle in the dark, but undeniable. Becoming a teacher had restored the parts of him he thought were gone forever.





"Welcome back, Hoshino-senpai."

"Hey, Serika-chan beat me to it! After she got all embarrassed earlier and said she wasn't gonna say it!"

"Sh- Shut up! It doesn't matter who says it first!" Serika shyly blurted at the teasing Nonomi, her face blushing red.



"We're glad you're okay."

"Yes! Welcome back!"

"That's right! Welcome back!" More students joined in. Despite her monotonous voice, Shiroko's lips curled into a beautiful smile. Ayane and Nonomi too, cheerfully gave her a warm welcome.

"Welcome back, Hoshino-senpai." Extending her hand, Shiroko reached out warmly to Hoshino.



The sight of their bright smiles and tearful reunions filled him with a bittersweet warmth.

This was why he was here.

In their laughter and determination- he found the fragments of himself he thought had been lost to the flames of battle.



Ritsuka dryly smiled to himself, his blue eyes lit up bright like the stars.

"Do you know how worried we were?" He said jokingly and looked at her warmly. His lips tugged into a satisfied smile. "Welcome back, Hoshino."





Above them, the sky began to clear, the smoky veil lifting to reveal a vibrant expanse of blue. It was a stark contrast to the ruined battlefield below- a symbol of hope and new beginnings amidst the destruction.

Hoshino stood still. Her mouth moved, saying the words everyone had been waiting.





Under the setting sun, the wind carried her voice through the ruinous desert.





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"I'm home."



































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Author's notes

That's the end of Abydos chap 1 and 2! Hope you all enjoy it! The next update will be a side story- Make sure to look forward to that!

Bad news: I've used almost all materials I prepared (arts and sub-plots). So, there may be a longer gap between each chapter in the future. In addition to that, it's almost holidays... I probably can't update much.

Last thing, just as I was arranging Abby's plot in this fanfic! The FGO JP announced she's this year's welfare Santa! Holy Christmas! My daughter gets the limelight she deserves! (Not a spoiler but her role in this fanfic will be cute and relaxing one too!)

See you!

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Author's notes

Hi readers, welcome to my fanfiction about FGO and Blue Archive crossover! Side stories are my side projects that focus on daily life. This is exclusive, new content separate from the main story yet canon in this fanfiction. Side stories happened between the main stories without spoiling this fiction's plots. This side story takes place between Clockwork Flower Pavane chapter 2 and Vol. F. (The main story has yet to catch up to that.)

(I can't be writing the main story solely all the time, that thing was really exhausting. It requires too much brain power.)

The title 'Toki, Toki' is a play with 'Doki, Doki' (the sound of a beating heart in Japanese) as they sound almost the same. Therefore- Easy guess! TOKI BEST GIRL (This chapter)

ENJOY!

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Fate/Grand Order: Where All Miracles Begin, SCHALE

Side Story: Toki, Toki, The Maiden's Bewildered Heart (1/3)









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The first light of dawn shone upon.

The soft glow of morning light filtered through the blinds, casting a warm, golden hue across the room. The sunlight lazily spilled onto the floor... bathing the space in tranquility as the first rays of morrow touched everything gently, painting it in shades of soft amber.

The air was still and crisp, carrying the quiet promise of a new day. A soft breeze stirred the curtains slightly, whispering against the cool surface of the window.



zZzZzzZz... ZzZzz...



"Hnn.." Letting a soft groan, I slowly stirred awake as my senses slowly came into focus. To wake up knowing you have work to do- this was indeed a cruel reality, it made me cherish sleeping time dearly. Nonetheless, the work couldn't do itself... Reluctantly, I quitted the thought of lazing around and came to my senses.

zZzzZz...

"..." Even if my mind was still busy from sleep, my senses could never go dull.





I realized- I was holding something soft, something warm, pressed gently against my chest.

I froze for a moment, slowly opened my eyes- blinked a few times to make sure what I was seeing wasn't a dream or an illusion.





My arms were wrapped around her, pulled together close in my embrace as though it were the most natural thing in the world. The subtle rise and fall of her chest against his own, the soft, rhythmic motion of her breathing syncing with mine. I could feel the softness of her skin beneath the thin fabric of her clothes. The faint, sweet scent of her hair filled my nose...

Her long golden hair glowed in the morning light, splaying across my arms like silk. Her soft, snowy cheek rested on top of my chest... Her waist I was holding was as delicate as a willow. Her tender lips, seemed as if they were cheery blossom petals, kept mumbling in a drowse.

No matter how many times I had seen her in this state, it never failed to leave me in awe. She was always beautiful, but when she slept, her beauty was otherworldly, as if she had transcended the waking world entirely. Her features were softened in rest, making her seem even more delicate, even more ethereal. Her eyes, usually sharp and piercing, were closed, resting in quiet serenity.



zZzz... zZzz...

"Hey... Toki, wake up." Slowly removing my hand from her waist, I poked her cheek.

"Hm..."

"Wake up, will you? It's time to wake up."

"Mmm..."



Letting out a drowsy murmur, she did not even bother to move an inch much less wake up. Normally, I would gently slide her head pillow-my numbing arm, out. Somedays, if she fully pressed against me or cuddled me with arms and legs, I would need to spend a few minutes relocating her limbs piece by piece...

As for today- looked like it was in difficult mode.



"Just five more minutes..." She mumbled, her voice barely a whisper. Her hand instinctively reached for warmth, as if pulling me back into their cocoon of slumber.

"Can I sleep just a little longer...?" Her soft groan, so lethal it could kill any man, melted my heart... But just that alone was not enough to pardon her laziness.



"I think you've had enough sleep, sleepy head."

"nnn.... Don't wanna... I wanna sleep more..."

As she peacefully surrendered to sleep, I continued to teasingly poke her soft cheeks. Reluctantly, she cracked her eyes open, squinting at the sunlight as if it were an intruder in her peaceful morning world. Her expression was a mix of endearing confusion and sleepiness, her soft hair sticking slightly to her face. She blinked a few times before letting out another groggy sigh.



"Morning..."

"Good morning." I smilingly greeted her. Asuma Toki, the 1st year student from Millenium Science School and an elite agent under C&C, finally freed me from cuddle... flipped over...

And sleep...





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It had become our daily lives now.

As for where it started?





"Sensei... I would like to seek you for advice."

"Eh? Toki?! The advice comes later, I will treat your wounds first!"

Rushing to her with a medic bag in my hands, I treated her bruises and scratches. That was the first day she came to the SCHALE office. As the President Rio disappeared, the poor girl had nothing to do and nowhere to go.



After that incident, opposed to the direction I gave "It's fine, you back to school. Live a student life as normal."

She enlightened herself... and came here instead of the highly emphasized 'school'.





"Sensei, I will be your perfect maid."

And declared the role no one would have seen that coming.

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It took me weeks to stop her. With a stoic face, she always made up excuses to work rather than study. On the good side, she was very diligent and determined. After she announced she was my maid, she cleaned every corner left and right spotless without a speck of dust. When the maid had free time- she did absolutely nothing. The girl would lie on the couch, eat snacks, clean her tools, try new hobbies, and back to lying on the sofa again.

As a teacher, I could not let my students stray from education. I tried multiple ways to bring her back to school, some partly worked... some didn't.

As for the results-



"Sensei, starting now I will attend the class online."





Yes... this girl always found a way to betray me.





".........Huh? H-How?"

"When I served President Rio, my presence in the school was confidential. Therefore, I received this special permission-or rather, a privilege to stand by anywhere upon accepting orders or missions.

"Wait, after Rio disappeared, didn't the school instantly you about the insufficient attendance?"

"I condemned it must be the error on the school's part. As a member of C&C, it should be allowed for me and senpais to have more flexibility."

"Then how did you tell them?"

"I fixed the terms."

"............Huh?"

"Sensei, I'm from C&C."



Under the pretense of the maid club, the girl's true role was still an agent working under an intelligence organization. She used her hi-tech equipment to bypass all the Millenium's firewalls and alter her data.

At least, she said she would attend online- right?





Time passed.

There were times when things went south again too- that was when she discovered a bunny suit. Toki was very proud of it, she escorted me anywhere.

I remembered it crystal clear, that made my reputation peak- A rumor spreaded like wildfire.



From a full-fledged, self-proclaimed 'maid', she made this place home. She became more comfortable, she even wore different outfits, reducing my rumor about having a student for a personal maid. The scandals of the SCHALE sensei accompanied by students in bunny outfits faded too... Of course, those outfits were handpicked by me, the girl couldn't comprehend how normal human shopping just yet.



One day, the big turning point arrived.





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"TOKI-SANN?!"

Toki, who tiredly returned from a mission, sneaked into my bed.

In this world, she was the first and only girl I ever slept with.

Afterward, the situation repeated. Despite my protests and scoldings, she slept with me at every opportunity presented. Back at Chaldea, most of the time, Anastasia's Viy doll, Cu Chulainn doll, and Apollo doll performed their night guard duties. They saved me many instances. But now... I have no means- the door lock lost its purpose in front of this girl.

If Raikou or any parental figures in Chaldea knew this, they would surely rain divine retribution on me.

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"..." Back to present, with my mourning routines already finished, I stared quietly at the sleeping beauty.

Sleeping soundly, she curled slightly under the covers. Her loose shirt couldn't hide her chests rising and falling with each peaceful breath. As of late, she was so careless that she would wear my shirt, saying oversized ones made her more comfortable. Since when did she become this precious?

I needed to stop this.

I could allow this no further.



She must return home.



She must live her life, a normal student life. For her own sake.

As for me, I couldn't handle this anymore- It was too much for my heart.



Taking a final glance at the soundly asleep beauty. I swear to myself.

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From today onwards, Toki must return home.

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Author's notes

That's the end of the first part! Think of it as a prologue, things will start from here. See you in the next chapter! Stay tuned for more upcoming exciting main story and relaxing(?) side stories.

***This is a side story that is canon in this fanfiction (Even though the main story hasn't catched up to this part yet).***

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[SamoyShibaDaDaDa]

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Author's notes

Hi readers, welcome to my fanfiction about FGO and Blue Archive crossover! Side stories are my side projects that focus on daily life. This is exclusive, new content separate from the main story.

(I can't be writing the main story solely all the time, that thing was really exhausting. It requires too much brain power.)

The title 'Toki, Toki' is a play with 'Doki, Doki' (the sound of a beating heart in Japanese) as they sound almost the same. Therefore— Easy guess! TOKI BEST GIRL (This chapter)

This side story takes place between Clockwork Flower Pavane chapter 2 and Vol. F.

ENJOY!

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Fate/Grand Order: Where All Miracles Begin, SCHALE

Side Story: Toki, Toki, The Maiden's Bewildered Heart (2/3)





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"Morning."

"Good morning, Sensei." Her melodic yet calm voice replied.

The sound of a coffee machine sputtered in the background, she poured herself and cup before bringing it over to him. He took it gratefully, the warmth of the mug a welcome contrast to the cool air of the room. A coffee in the morning— a perfect start of the day.

Fujimaru Ritsuka had always been an early riser. Every morning, he would wake up before her and proceed straight to his desk— skimming over the documents, overlooking the workload he planned ahead for the day.



"..." Glancing from a distance, the girl's sharp gaze looked a him.

As a perfect maid and the best agent, she took both roles of his personal maid and bodyguard seriously. As long as she didn't have a mission, she escorted him all day— lately, all night. She found sleeping here very pleasant... the reason? Provided that she was happy about it, she didn't need to bother thinking why. It was a waste of efficiency.

Performing the maid's duty, she set up plates of breakfast on the table.

This situation had become their daily life for a while now. The man would join her, eat breakfast, go back to his desk, then work— signing documents, consulting with students, whatever the day brought him. She, on the other hand, attended online classes, tried new hobbies, assisted him if needed, and just laid around.

"Hey, Toki. Don't you ever miss going back home?" Out of the blue, Ritsuka asked.

"Sensei, you asked a silly question. It's my duty to support you in every aspect."

"Well, but—"

"Please come take a seat before the breakfast gets cold." Despite her monotone speech and stern look, her little mouth lifted up into a small, almost unnoticeable little curl. The man quietly sighed under his breath... Look like it is too early he thought, she was always contented when she was doing her job. She had even even make this place home, a part of his closet even had her spare clothes... The man moved his legs to the dining table, postponing the serious talk so as not to kill this blissful atmosphere.



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They progressed their day.

Glancing over the pile of papers, Ritsuka was sure Toki was doing nothing at the moment. The girl was too comfortable staying here. Today, in her student uniform, she ate snacks, rolled on the couch— No worldly matter could disturb her. Yes— she had been living here rent-free.

"Toki, Are you free at the moment?"

"Yes, I finished my class. What is it, Sensei?"

"I have something to tell you about. Let's talk, shall we?"

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Feeling an unexpected impulse. Out of nowhere, her woman intuition alarmed her of something.



Not quite understood yet, the girl made her move.

"I'm thirsty after eating all those salty snacks. Let me brew myself a tea over there."

"Mmm.. Take your time, I'll wait."

"It will take some time until finish. Sensei, are you not busy?"

"Don't worry— I'll always make time for you."



This is strange, very unexpected. The girl thought while excusing herself to the kitchen with a calm front. Her sense was certainly telling her something she should be worried about.

"..." With her back facing him, Ritsuka couldn't see her rising nervousness. She slowly took her time brewing the tea, she even drank some and brewed more. As though a psychological war erupted, the man realized something was up. He then made his move, from the desk, he moved to sit down on the couch... opposite to her favorite one.

"...!" Catching a glimpse of what he did, she instantly thought of escape plans.





Nonetheless, the man was not stupid. Living together for weeks, he knew her behavior— she was about to shake the matter off.



She couldn't keep getting away with it. I had told her several times already.

But this time— I won't fail.





"Toki."

"—?" The girl turned her head in question. Strangely, the man's voice just now was different from his normal speaking tone. It was low and serious, he had never been this hard on her.

"I have something to talk to you, a very important matter at that."

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"...Yes"

Toki slowly nodded. Despite looking calm and stoic on the outside, her inner thoughts became a little chaotic. A bead of sweat appeared on her forehead, her senses were tingling— her intuition was alerting her nonstop.

She swallowed a dry saliva. After a huge gulp, she returned to the couch, directly facing the man.



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"Do you know what I will talk about today?" Ritsuka asked. His blue pupils that shone bright like stars now gave off an entirely different feeling— passionate yet resolute.

"Please elaborate."

"From today onwards, you are not allowed to sleep on my bed."





Like an absolute decree, coupled with his serious expression— an imaginary lighting struck down the maiden's heart. The lighting, accompanied by several thunderous branches, further gave her a flickering thousands shocks... rendering her heart in shamble.



Normally—even just this morning, he asked her to sleep at her own home too.

But... But this time— his tone, his face, his gaze, and her intuition, everything all pointed to one thing. This grave matter.



"..." Seeing the girl suddenly froze on the spot, the man dropped a little bit of his countenance but still maintained a serious and stern expression. Just as he was about to continue, she responded.

"Sensei... I don't see the point of your decision."

"—Then why do you want to sleep on my bed that much?"

"You ask the obvious. It's because the bed is there."

"I remembered you said you won't sleep on someone else's bed except mine... why?" His eyebrows twitched a little, trying his best to understand the girl who needed more common sense than common education.

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Toki became silent, she spent some time thinking about it.





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"I don't know."

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This was not the first time they had this conversation either. Every time it happened, it never was this serious... she could come up with hundreds of reasons no matter how nonsense they were. Nonetheless, she couldn't do that now— one wrong move and the bed was gone.

Until now, she didn't fully understand herself why either.

Why was she reluctant to part with it so much?



In her defense, she spent most of her time 'operating' in the SCHALE office. Essentially, sleeping on his bed proved the most efficient solution. However, SCHALE also a dorm, which wouldn't let her escape this situation. Why? She wondered in her mind.

In normal circumstances, she wouldn't even bother to spend time on something needed not to be solved. But if she did nothing like usual—she wouldn't be able to protect the bed.



"Sensei."

"Hmm?"

"Then why— why do you not allow me to sleep on your bed?" Like a determined rabbit, her confident gaze pierced him back. Returning a question with a question, the man felt a little shock.



"Of course, it's because you're supposed to sleep on your own bed right?"

The girl took a few seconds to process, she answered calmly. "You're right in some aspect. I can see where this is heading."

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"Sleeping on your bed must have violated your belongings as well as your privacy. After careful consideration, I admitted it was unfair to you—"

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"—So to make it fair, you can sleep on my bed too."





The respond made him speechless. Like a flick of a switch, her words instantly turned his brain off.. All his prepared reasons to why not to sleep on his bed, all his lessons he planned to teach her the basic common sense, all the norms he held into... All gone. This girl was unbelievable.

Letting out a heavy sigh, he facepalmed out of exasperation. "Toki..."

"Yes?"

"..." Why?! Just why does she want to sleep on my bed that much? He screamed mentally.

"..." Why— why doesn't this end already? At the same time, she thought to herself nervously. In all fairness, she also proposed an alternative solution to compensate him. Why did he not want her to sleep that much—after all, it's just a bed.





"A man and a woman shouldn't sleep together." Much less a teacher and a student. He added the later part just to himself.

"I'm listening, please clarify."

"It makes me uncomfortable." Ritsuka confessed. In this world, there were no more normal humans, as the last remaining human and male, he tried his best to adjust to a full society of female students. This situation is one of them— it should have been easy, just mitigate the problem away.

Only if the problem were not this stubborn.

"Sensei, you lied."

"When we sleep, your body temperature is normal, your heartbeat is also within a healthy range. In addition to that, you look very pleasant in your sleep. Sometimes you used me for your body pillow too." Not waiting for him to explain further, she rapidly countered.

"..."

"I suppose you were over-worried about it, Sensei."



"..." Fujimaru Ritsuka sank deep into his thoughts. Reasonings did not work well with her.

"..." On the other side, the girl's mind became at ease. She triumphed over another victory again, 'her' bed should be safe and sound... no one would ever rob it from her. Just as she was about to conclude this pointless conversation, the man spoke up.

"Listen carefully..."

"I don't want to sleep with you. Not you, not with any other student either."





The voice broke out. Little did he know, the maiden's ears shut after the first part already. She heard something internally shatter— it was her heart.

As though shot by a bullet, she felt a sharp, intense pain in her chest. Her vision also became blurry, she could sense some moisture start to form.



It was a feeling she could not understand.

Was she not needed? Would she return to her past self with no purpose? After the Millenium's incident, she was heavily shaken when President Rio was nowhere to be found. Thankfully, she managed to seek his help in time— he gave her purpose. Just what is this feeling?

Was she sad? Disappointed? Did his words upset her?



"So except for bedtime when you return home, you can still come here to attend online classes or hang around like usual." He continued, not noticing a little wetness in her eyes— he also didn't realize the girl had gone through a time chamber of self-thoughts and flashbacks.

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"Toki?" Not receiving her reply, Ritsuka called out to her. After staying quiet for a few seconds, she finally responded.

Quietly and steadily, she voiced out asking. "What if I don't comply?"

"Sigh, then I will not let you escort me."

"—!!"

"I will not let you perform your maid duty too. Please... Toki, it's just only bedtime we're separated, right?"

"..."

"You can come here everyday like usual, stay as long as you like— except for sleeping, of course. See? It's not so different at all. Just like in your earlier days here... Besides, we don't sleep together every night too, do we?"

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"Sometimes you are on a mission, sometimes you go back home— you sleep fine by yourself."



"..." She remained silent, all his words had never been more true. Why did she even become persistent to a mere bed— She couldn't even figure.

"We can start off slow... starting tonight—"

"If you are troubled by anything, just contact me anytime okay? Tomorrow you'll also be here, right?"





Unable to find a supporting reason, as well as confused about her own feelings. Unconsciously, she responded—



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Under the starlight in the night sky, Asuma Toki stood in front of her apartment's door.

Just as she was about to rotate the doorknob, she recalled what happened in the afternoon. Hours ago, she and Sensei had a stressful conversation regarding her sleep location. Unfortunately, she contradictorily agreed— back then, she was in a state of confusion. No— even now, she still was.

Afterward, they went on doing separate things, he went back to work, leaving her mindlessly lying on the couch. To make things worse, those acts weren't abnormal in the slightest. That was how the two coexist every day... With his busy schedule and her reserved self, they occasionally chatted.

She was puzzled, today seemed not for her—everything seemed the same yet different. It's just her, her feelings that were unclear.

Like he said, almost nothing was changed. Just why?



"..."



The door swung open, she was greeted by the lightless room. The air was still, the silence pressing against her, almost suffocating. The only light coming from the faint glow of the moon peeking through the window. Luckily, the moon, as soothing as ever, stood on her side...

"..." She hesitated, standing in the doorway for a moment, the feeling of loneliness creeping in. It wasn't a new feeling—she'd spent so many nights like this, in the quiet of an empty room. But tonight, it seemed heavier. Was it always felt this emptied? She questioned herself.

The amount of time she spent in his place couldn't compare to how long she lived here— yet, it felt as though she lost her home.



What is wrong with me?



Ding! Interrupting her thoughts, her smartphone rang a notification.



[Sensei]

>>> Have you entered your home yet? Just now.



The source of problems, the one who caused her chaos, sent her the message. She admitted he was very considerate and caring— but now, some opposite feelings lingered within her. Upset? Betrayed? She couldn't figure it out quite yet. Nonchalantly, she replied.

[Me]

Yes, Sensei. Thank you for your company.​

[Sensei]

>>> You're welcome. See you tomorrow!

>>> Good night! Just now.



The conversation ended. He probably drove off after sending her home too.

Reminded that tomorrow they would still see each other, a little hope emerged in her heart unrealized. Slowly, she put the phone away, headed to shower, and went to bed.

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The night was unusually quiet, the soft hum of the city outside barely penetrating through the windows.

Toki laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling. Every so often, she Every so often, she'd glance at the clock, watching the minutes tick by in the darkness. Sleep refused to come, no matter how many times she shifted under the covers or closed her eyes in the hopes of drifting off.

She sighed, frustrated. Her thoughts swirled restlessly

Am I feeling lonely? Since when have I become demanding?



She had no energy, her mind was clouded, the food tasted bland, and now she couldn't sleep. Just tonight, the bed didn't feel right. She also tried hugging a pillow— it didn't help either. The sensation felt wrong— she preferred not this one.

Finally, she picked up her phone and typed a short message.

[Me]

Sensei, are you awake?​

She paused, staring at the words on the screen. It felt silly, like something that could wait, but her thumb pressed "Send" anyway. She set the phone down beside her, the small ding of a new message breaking the silence a moment later.



[Sensei]

>>> Yeah, I'm awake. Everything okay? Just now.



A wave of relief washed over her. She sat up in bed, the cool air brushing against her skin, and typed back.

[Me]

This is an important matter.

I can't sleep.​

[Sensei]

>>> Hmm... I don't recall you having a sleeping problem, do you?

>>> Have you tried adjusting the air-con? Did you forget to wash your mattress?

[Me]

Sensei, I am a perfect maid.​

[Sensei]

>>> Well, that's fair. (;---

[Me]

My mind won't shut off.​

She confessed. It wasn't a lie. The conflicted feelings knotted her mind like a rope, and even worse— it turned into chains that tightened her chest.



[Sensei]

>>> Wanna talk about it? Or just keep you company?



Her heart gave a small skip. She smiled softly, feeling the knot in her chest loosen a bit. The simple offer of company was exactly what she needed, even if it was just through a text.

[Me]

Keep me company, please.​

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She set the phone on her lap and lay back against the pillow, staring up at the ceiling again. After almost five minutes, her phone buzzed with his message.



[Sensei]

>>> I'm here.





A small smile spread across her face unknowingly. The loneliness of the room felt more bearable, not as isolating. Their conversation continued, her eyelids slowly grew heavier. The constant back-and-forth of simple words, the familiar rhythm of his responses, and the warmth of his support were enough to calm her mind. Little by little, the restless energy that had kept her awake began to fade.

Before she knew it, the tension in her body had eased, and her eyes fluttered shut. The quiet comfort of the exchange, the gentle words from the other side of the screen, finally lulled her into a peaceful sleep.



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"Hmm.. Toki—"

"What is it, Sensei?" replied the girl, her clear blue eyes looking straight at me.

"You are feeling well now right?"

"I slept— but for some reason, the qualities did not meet. Thanks to your company it made me feel slightly better." She responded in a monotone yet a little bead of nervous sweat appeared on her face.

"I'm sure You'll adjust soon."



After yesterday, when we changed our little routine, she made me worry a little. She often slept at her home— She hadn't had this problem before. Did she grow attached to my bed? I questioned in my head in confusion. Please bear with it a little— At the end of the day, I'm doing this for you.

"See you tomorrow, Toki. If you can't sleep, text or call me okay?"

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"See you tomorrow!"



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"Sleep well, see you tomorrow!"



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"Good night! See you tomorrow."



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About a week has passed since I prohibited Toki from sleeping in my bed. Ignore the initial reluctance, she obeyed my words in the end. However, a noticeable change occurred.



[Toki]

Sensei, I can't sleep. 11.27 pm



The girl couldn't sleep. She requested my company until she eventually got drowsy and thus fell asleep. But tonight was unusual, I replied to her already... but she left me on read.

Did she somehow sleep already? But from the past days, it would take another hour or two until she did. As for why she couldn't sleep, she said she didn't know. She told me she tried matching everything already too— temperature, pillows, blanket, or even bed sheets. They didn't work.

There is one thing she didn't have at home— Me.



Was it possible that she couldn't sleep... because she had become attached to my embrace?



She's always been strong, independent... But lately... I breathed a quiet sigh. The thought lingered, it was foolish of me but I couldn't deny how quickly and easily she settled in my arms each night. Maybe I was the comfort she searched for?

I laid still for almost another hour in case she responded— my phone was completely still, no one had messaged me. With nothing left to take care of, I called it a day and buried myself in the blanket sheet.

With my eyes closed, my mind drifting deeper into the warmth of slumber...

Out of the blue, a soft rustling broke the silence, a barely audible sound of movement. At first, I thought it was just a figment of my half-asleep mind, but then I felt it— The bed dipped, a light pressure against the sheets that hadn't been there before. His senses were still clouded by sleep, but instinctively, his body tensed, the familiar warmth of another person slipping quietly beside him.

*rustle* *rustle* It was subtle, almost like a feather-light touch at first, but unmistakable. The weight beside me increased, just enough to make me realize—someone's sneaking into my bed.

"—!!" My heart skipped a beat, the sudden realization pulling me out of the haze of sleep. I turned my head slightly, barely able to make out her form in the dim light of the room. The soft glow of the moon illuminated her features just enough for me to see her familiar silhouette, her hair cascading down as she carefully positioned herself next to me.

Before I could process it, she shifted once more, this time pressing herself closer. The warmth of her body seeped into mine, and her breath, soft and steady, brushed against my skin.

She didn't say anything. No words, no explanation—just a quiet, intimate presence



I didn't even need to think of the intruder's identity, this familiar sensation— the softness, the scent, the body size... all pointed to one person.



"Toki—"

"I couldn't sleep, so I came here."

"..."

"Sleep deprivation leads to less efficient performance. As a perfect maid and the best agent, I find this an urgent matter. After eliminating all possible factors... Surprisingly, it has the same cause and solution— You, Sensei."

"..."

"I need to sleep with you"

"...Wait—" Before I could respond, she continued. What I could hear and see instantly melted my heart.



"Sensei, just today—"

"Please let me stay with you."

With our faces separated by a few inches, the luminous blue eyes shining in the dark— and that face. Unlike her normal stoic face, there was a hint of gloominess. Her gaze which used to be sharp had softened, her arms wrapped around me tightly. As if, she was a begging little kitten... scared to be abandoned again.



Immersed in the moment, I gently place my hand on her head.

"Good night."



With my hand gently smoothed her hair, reassuring her she wasn't alone. She buried herself in my embrace, falling into slumber.

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As though back to square one, the man sighed. His eyes glanced at the problematic student who was enjoying her leisure time on the couch. Last night, Ritsuka lost to her— no, it was more like lost to his own heart, his rationale was gone the instant she approached him like that.

Ahh— I'm too soft. Like the kind-hearted he was, he was certainly weak to the opposition's advances.

As for the girl, she was enjoying the day more than the past few nights they were isolated. Nonetheless, it was today— she looked determined to be studying something on her tablet.



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"..." Having no idea what it was kind of bothering him a little. Just as he was about to ask, the girl suddenly sprang up, headed straight to the bookshelf, and returned with a dozen of books.

Wait, that's not a book... Manga?





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The room was quiet except for the soft rustle of pages being turned. Asuma Toki was giving all attention to a manga— something she never thought she would get her hands on again. After all— she thought information could be relayed more efficiently in written or video visualization.

The story unfolding in front of her was about a girl who didn't realize she was in love until it was staring her right in the face. The heroine's confusion was strikingly familiar to her own. For the past few days, she had suspected the incomprehensible feeling was 'love'.

Why was it so complicated?

She had been feeling it for a while now—an odd flutter in her chest when she was around him, the anxiety when she was separated, a warmth that spread through she was in his embrace or when he looked at her with that soft, genuine expression of care.

Her fingers tapped lightly on the page, her eyes scanning over the text of the manga once again, seeking answers. The heroine's confusion mirrored her own, and as the story progressed, the girl in the manga finally realized the truth—the fluttering in her chest, the constant thoughts about a person, the warmth she felt whenever they were close. It wasn't just friendship. It was something deeper.

Love. She whispered in her throat. The word felt foreign, yet it also felt right, like a key fitting into the lock of her heart.



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"—?" Her sharp eyes peeked at the working man, he returned her a confused look.





From what she had researched... when a man and woman were close together, they became inseparable. They developed a feeling called 'love'.

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"—???" The girl shot him another glance, staring back at his even more confusing face.



Fujimaru Ritsuka, a human male— one and only, the lost species that long disappeared from the Earth's surface. Every condition matched, like a missing piece, it filled the incomplete jigsaw perfectly.

Maybe I love him?



She wasn't sure when it had happened. Maybe it was the way he always made sure she was okay, or the way he looked out for her when no one else did. Maybe it was the quiet moments when they would just stay together, and she could feel the calm presence of him beside her. It didn't matter how it started—what mattered was that it had happened.



She was in love.

Despite her calm appearance, looking at his dorky face made her heart race. And maybe, just maybe, she was ready to figure out what to do about it... But before that, she needed to check, verifying her feelings if they were real or not.



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"..." staaare

"( -___- )"





"..." staaaaaaare

"!! ( -____- );;"





Something's definitely wrong! The teacher thought to himself, turning his head away from the unwavering stare. It'd been an hour since this started— whenever he glanced at her, he always found her sharp eyes locked on him. As for why he checked on her? It was because he felt she looked at him first.

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"Toki...?" She's surely up to something! He shouted panicky in his head. Even worse, when he peeked back, she was there staring back at him. Unhinged. This is abnormal! Her behavior is strange!



"Hey— Toki?"

"What is it, Sensei."

"Come here for a moment." Following the man's words, the girl walked to his desk obediently, her eyes still focused on him like a baby bird's first sight looking at its mother. Feeling the awkward atmosphere, Ritsuka coughed in silence, his hand moved— placing it on her forehead.

"Hmm... you're not sick either. Is there something wrong—"



Abruptly cut his voice midway. With a hint of red on her cheek, Toki was blushing.



Countless thoughts rushed to his brain. Just before he could start processing, she spoke up.

"Sensei, this is a good opportunity. I have something to test too."

"Huh? What is it? What test are you talking about?"

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"Let me kiss you."















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Author's notes

See you on the last part!!!

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[SamoyShibaDaDaDa]

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THIS CHAPTER HAS SONG! Recommend reading with background bgm (provided above). The song will start later, don't worry about it (make sure you clicked play)

This side story takes place between Clockwork Flower Pavane chapter 2 and Vol. F.

START THE SONG AND ENJOY!

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Fate/Grand Order: Where All Miracles Begin, SCHALE

Side Story: Toki, Toki, The Maiden's Bewildered Heart (3/3)





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"Sensei— Let me kiss you."



Hearing her shocking sudden request, Fujimaru Ritsuka froze.





".......W-What?" He stammered, blinking as if he hadn't heard her right.

"I said—" She hesitated, noticing his wide-eyed expression, then sighed, her cheeks tinting pink.

"Never mind. That might've been too much too soon... We'll start with something easier."

"Wait— What?"

Ignoring the dumbfounded man, she stepped closer. Her normally stoic face showed a hint of nervousness yet determination. "A hug, that's softer. Then we can work up to the kiss."

"A hug..?" He swallowed hard, unsure if she was joking or dead serious. He knew she was up to something but how could someone expect this? Nonetheless, from her expression— it clearly was the latter.

"Don't overthink it." Closing the gap between them, She said while spreading her arms wide. "Hug me— Cuddle me, Sensei."

"Toki! You've got to be kidd—" Before he could finish his response, the maiden wrapped her arms around his torso, pressing her head lightly against his chest.



"Do I look like someone who cracks jokes?"



Buried in his embrace, she hugged him warmly as though slowly melting into his flesh.

"See? Easy." The maiden whispered with a little teasing smirk. Like a child winning on their game, her confidence rose. The nervousness dispersed the instance she successfully dived in, the reason? –She was approaching closer to her doubt. The feelings she couldn't understand before, she now grasped the meaning of it.

Thump Thump Thump Her heart throbbed violently, she could feel her cheek redden from the pulsating blood vessels. However, the girl did not hate it at all— it felt... wonderful.

Moreover, to her surprise— she could also hear his heart pounding, thumping so loudly as though reverbing with hers.



"Toki— what is the meaning of this?" Awkwardly he asked.

"It's not like we've never done it, Sensei. Just now, I found it is very different compared to when we were sleeping unconsciously." With a little smile on her face, she finally pulled back.

"Sigh... Hey look, Toki, you are a girl. You can't shove yourself into someone like that." Still in daze, he sat down on his chair. His head suddenly felt heavy, worrying about something.

"Sensei, this is crucial. Please cooperate."

"Hahh— What about you explain to me first what you're trying to do." Despite his nagging, the corner of his mouth still curled up, his face hued in a hint of red. The man unexpectedly took a lot of damage from the unforeseeable attack.



"I realized it is a very important problem. You see, over there." Toki with a determined face, pointed at the couch—piled with mangas.

"...You are bored? You said you didn't like manga too." He asked, feeling a little relieved... her questionable actions previously must be some kind of 'play'. "Alright, I will play with you. What do you want to try today? games? drawing?"



"No— I want to check on something. It seemed to be true as the intel said." She approached him again. This time she sat on lap, one of her slender arms wrapped around his neck— the other one touched his chest, directly on his heart.

Thump Thump Thump

"This weird feeling I felt for the past days. Sensei, I think I know what it is now."

Gulp The man swallowed a dry saliva.



Thump Thump Thump Her heart beat fast. A small proud smile appeared on her tender lips... not only hers, she also felt his too.

Slowly and steadily, she reached for his hand and put it on her chest.

Thump Thump Thump Likewise, the man also felt the resounding heartbeat from the mischievous maiden. Taking advantage of his stupefied expression, the girl continued.

"Let's move on to the next step, Sensei."



As if time became frozen, the moment became an eternity. Locking her last gaze at his lips, Toki leaned in, her eyes fluttering shut.

Her lips were only a breath away.

10 cm......

7 cm...

5 cm.

Just about they were going to touch. Two hands suddenly grabbed her shoulders, pushing away— creating a distance between them.



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"......Why?" She asked, her voice cracking. Her eyes flew open, filled with confusion.





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I exhaled, lowering my hands but still keeping a distance between her. My face turned cold and serious. "That's enough."

"We are teachers and students, we can't continue this."

The color drained from her face as she stared at me. As if the world pressed onto her, her mouth voiced out inaudible words so as quiet as a whisper— The words stuck in her chest, she couldn't get them out.

With her sitting on me, I could feel a little quiver in her body.

After a few seconds, she finally spoke.

"Why— Don't you feel the same way?" she asked, her voice trembling.



In front of me used to be a strong, confident yet expressionless girl. The girl had trouble socializing since she was alone most of the time, thus making her face deadpan, unreadable of her thoughts. But now— that was not the case, the situation I'd not ever want to happen, the situation I hated the most...

The one right in front of me now— it was very painful to describe.

Her slender body was trembling, the hands wrapped around my neck felt powerless. A clear, wet moisture appears on her eyes, forming a reflective droplet of solemn tears. Asuma Toki was crying.





"After the tests, I figured it. I love you— Not as a teacher, but as a man."

"A love between man and woman."

"..." I could only bite my lips, listening to her sobbing voice.





I can't imagine what she was going through.

Sad, Disappointed, Rejected?

All of their causes were me.

I was in conflict— Before this.... I couldn't deny the excitement, since at the end of the day, I was still a young man in my twenties. However, I was now a teacher, and I still had no guarantee whether what would happen to me, or this world in the future. But most importantly, Toki— she was still young and curious. Like a newly bloomed flower, no one should ever lay their hands on it yet.

As a teacher, ethically, I failed. I should not haven't let our feelings and actions develop this far.

I will do anything— to correct this mistake. Even if it hurt her, I would ensure it would be the best option. For her, for her own sake... for her bright future.



"Toki, I appreciate your feeling for me. But right now, you're too young."

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"You just realized how you feel." I struggled to choose the right words, guilt pressing heavily on my chest. "This is all still so new to you. I don't want you to rush into something you might not be ready for."

Her lips parted as if to protest, but no sound came out. The hurt in her eyes was unmistakable, and she quickly looked down, trying to hide the sting of rejection. "I... I wasn't rushing," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just thought... I thought you felt the same."



I do



Two easy words I couldn't let them out. Swallowing them back, I continued as gently and sincerely as possible.

"You deserve to experience this when you're sure, when it's not just... curiosity or a moment of impulse."

"What if that feeling disappeared one day, won't you regret it?"

Her shoulders slumped, her eyes blinking back the tears that threatened to fall. "No, no, no— Sensei, it won't, it won't disappear and I won't—" she said bitterly. She took a step back, her arms wrapping around herself as if to shield her heart from further pain.

"Toki, as of now, I can't accept your feelings."

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"Take your time, time will prove everything. Your feelings— our feelings too."



"Maybe after you've graduated or grown up into a fine woman, I may have fallen head over heels for you— But at that time, you'll already be mature. Maybe you'll reject me cruelly... since your feelings for me have long perished."

Toki turned silent, listening to me quietly. Only the sound of sobbing can be heard throughout the room.

Approaching her closer, I gently wiped her tears.

"Take your time, spend a lot of time with yourself."

"I won't go anywhere. I'll always be here."





Like water from a burst dam, her tears suddenly burst out, drowning in all sound and thought.

My heart ached... Today, I made an emotionless girl crumble.

She cried heavily, crying her heart and soul out.

The sight of her like this was too much to bear. Without a word, I closed the distance between us and wrapped my arms around her trembling form. She collapsed into my chest, her sobs muffled against me as she clung to my shirt.

The weight of her sadness pressed down on me. Even if it hurt now, I wanted our story to be one without regrets.

I held her tighter, my hand gently stroking her back as I let her wail out her pain.



"I'm sorry."

I didn't mean to hurt you.

I murmured under her heartbreaking cry.

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Eventually, after almost an hour, her sobs subsided. Shedding the last drop of tear, she pulled away. I remembered it clearly— her face streaked with tears as she looked up at me.

"I need some time." She said softly in a fragile voice. That was my last image of her... I watched as she turned and walked away, her steps heavy with heartbreak.



This must be the best outcome.

I broke my student's heart. It also hurt me but my pain couldn't be comparable to her.

I was worried— but it'd be a valuable experience for a girl her age.

As a teacher, I couldn't show favoritism. As a master— my conditions were too uncertain, I couldn't guarantee anything much less a bright future up ahead. I was also an outsider, I could disappear at any moment— it could be next month, next week, tomorrow, or even today.

I didn't dare picture it, a future I could live a serene, peaceful life— in this world, in this city.

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I checked on her in Momotalk, she left me on read.

It could be weeks, months, or even years for someone to move on. This was her first love too, it would even take longer... but I was willing to wait, I would do anything to help her. Was I doing it because I was a teacher? Even the sentence had its point contradicted.

Would she start avoiding me? Luckily, at least she made friends and hung out with her senpais, she should have someone to turn to. Yes— that's the most important. Even if she wouldn't see me again, she had grown— she was strong and independent, she would be fine.

With a heavy sigh, I put myself to sleep, hoping the girl would be fine soon.



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"Good morning, Sensei."



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I blinked in surprise, pinching my cheek to check if I had truly woken up.

The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. Her blonde, golden hair swayed in the wind as beautiful as ever. My heart skipped a beat when I saw her— the one I expected the least, standing there.

She looked different— not in her appearance but in her presence. In her usual student uniform— unlike the fragile girl yesterday, she held her head high, her sharp blue eyes burned with determination.



"I thought about everything last night."

I opened my mouth to speak, but the intensity of her gaze silenced me.

"You said you wanted to wait because you thought I wasn't ready," she continued, standing across from me "That I was rushing. That you didn't want me to regret anything."

I swallowed a nervous gulp, unsure of where she was going.





"I will do as you said— I will let time prove my feelings."

"But at the same time, I will win over your heart."

"Yesterday, your heart beat for me. You rejected me— but you lied to yourself."





Like a miracle, as if the atmosphere changes... the sunlight brightly lit the room, a gentle breeze brushed strands of her hair. The wind swirled gently around us, carrying the weight of her confession like a melody. With an unwavering voice, she continued.





"You denied your own feelings."

"Thus, it falls to me, the best agent's job, to take care of the resisting suspect."



For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath as we looked at each other. In her bright azure eyes, I only saw a reflected image of myself.



"I don't care how long it takes."

"Even if you push me away, even if you need time, I'll wait— I'll keep trying, because I know now that I love you."







"Sensei, Prepare yourself—"



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"I will make you love me."

And like that, the stubborn girl lived with me since then.



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Author's notes

And that's it! The end of our first side story! Feel free to comment whether you like it or not. I really had fun writing this story, I have to admit it's kinda hard to portray Toki's personality (we've never seen her 'romantic' side and she was emotionless most of the time. Plus, because love is a serious matter, I can't even use her sulking mode like when she realized students gifted Sensei tea either.) Yeah, I do hope you all like my interpretation of her here.



See you in the next main story chapter! After the end of the fist volume, the next side story will come next.

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[SamoyShibaDaDaDa]

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Author's notes

Hi readers, welcome to my fanfiction about FGO and Blue Archive crossover! Side stories are my side projects that focus on daily life. This is exclusive, new content separate from the main story yet canon in this fanfiction. Side stories happened between the main stories without spoiling this fiction's plots. This side story takes place after Hyakkaryouran Chapter 1 (The main story has yet to catch up to that.)

(I can't be writing the main story solely all the time, that thing was really exhausting. It requires too much brain power.)

ENJOY!

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Fate/Grand Order: Where All Miracles Begin, SCHALE

Side Story: Game Development Department and The Hero Party (1/3)





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My steps echoed softly against the pristine floor, the rhythmic sound almost soothing.

Strolling through Chaldea's quiet, labyrinthine halls, I found a rare moment to let my thoughts wander. Chaldea's atmosphere was always a strange mix of tension and serenity, like a heartbeat steadying before a storm.



Today was a serene one.

Lately, storms seemed to follow me no matter where I went.

Now that I could freely travel between this world and Kivotos—my workload had skyrocketed. Two roles, two lives: Master of Chaldea and Teacher of SCHALE. It was like someone had stitched together two entirely separate timelines, forcing me to balance their chaos.

Wait— Wasn't that my choice?

Thanks to Abby, connecting both worlds together allowed me to continue the Grand Order while taking care of my beloved students. Great power comes great responsibilities— The phrase hit me hard like a hammer... a hammer that shattered a glass into a million pieces. Yes, I'm that glass.



Do I regret it? Not at all.

On one hand, I was saving humanity, fixing Singularities, and managing an army of quirky, sometimes overpowered Servants. On the other, I was guiding students through their youth, protecting them from danger, and trying not to lose my mind when Arona updated me with another student drama.

My head was full of scattered thoughts when I rounded the corner and spotted a familiar figure.





"Master!"

A man's voice rang out as brightly as his radiant smile. I couldn't help but smile back.

"Charlie!— Hey!" I called out to him. Charlemagne, or I called him 'Charlie', strode toward me— his carefree aura instantly brightening the hall. Despite his radiant look and carefree personality, he was the King of Franks— The Holy Roman Emperor. Like usual, his black and white hair swayed smoothly as he walked, his blue eyes shone and glittered whenever light touched.



"Good Timing, Charlie!"

"Hmmm? Good timing? From you, Master— That's suspicious! Should I be concerned?" The young emperor laughed, teasing me like we were close friends. He didn't think I would just take him to farm embers right?



"Haha— Not yet." I replied with a laugh. "What's up? You seem in a good mood."

"Well, I could say the same about you." Charlemagne teased, crossing his arms. "It's not every day I catch you strolling around without a mission or a Servant dragging you into something. Normally, you're either wrestling with Singularities, hanging out with servants, or teaching as a teacher in that other world. What's the occasion?"

I let out a dramatic sigh. "Miraculously, no one's called for me yet. No emergency alarms, no tearful pleas for help, no servants ambushing me. I figured I'd enjoy it while it lasts—catch my breath for once."

"Wow, a free Master of Chaldea," Charlemagne said, mock-surprised. "Should I get Merlin? He might want to document this miracle."

"Very funny," I said, though I couldn't help but chuckle. The man probably be eating popcorn whenever I got caught in something. If I had nothing to do, he'd have gone spying on others already.





Suddenly, as I looked at Charlemagne's easygoing face, a thought struck me like lightning.



A little wavy black hair and blue eyes.

A young man in white armor with a cape, like a knight from a fantasy.

A Hero.





"Wait—Charlie!" I blurted out, both hands grabbed his shoulders. "Yes, It has to be you!"

"—!!!"

"Only you! – Charlie!"

Confused, Charlemagne blinked, startled "Wha— Master?! What's that sudden outburst? You scared me!"

I held his shoulders tightly, looking at him square in the eye. "Charlie, I need your help. You're perfect— Too perfect for this!"

"Help?" He tilted his head, bewildered but curious. "Help with what? Master— You're acting like the world's about to end again."

I grinned, already picturing how this plan would play out. "Well... the thing is..."



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"Sensei!"

"Hmm??"

Out of the blue, Aris called me.

The Game Development Department of Millennium was as lively as ever, their club room buzzing with the sound of clicking game controllers, and the audio SFX of video games. I wondered how the treasurer would react if she saw this...

Gently placed her game controller on the mattress, Aris turned to me with a serious expression.



"Sensei... When will you show us your real identity?" She blurted out, completely out of nowhere.

"..." I was stunned for a second. "Huh? What do you mean?"



Aris's eyes sparkled "You know, like how heroes always hide their secret identities? But it's okay—you don't have to hide it from us. We already know who you are!"

My heart skipped a beat. After the Phrenapates's parallel world invasion, I'd learned many students had seen a fragment of my past through some strange phenomenon tied to the ordeal completion. But they knew I was a Master already...



"What do you mean 'my real identity'?" I asked. "You've already seen everything, haven't you?"

Aris smirked. "Of course! You wore armor! A cape! And you had a sword too!"

"...?" I blinked with confusion. "Armor? Cape? Sword?"



"Yes! Are you a warrior? A hero? The chosen sword Hero?!"

With overwhelming excitement, Alice dived at me— Her eyes glowed so bright that one could see stars twinkling inside. Nonetheless, I didn't follow at all.



"Oh! I remember that too!" Momoi chimed in, scooting closer. Her twin sister, Midori, also followed eagerly.

"Yeah! Yeah! You looked so cool!" The younger twin added. "Like a white knight straight out of a fairy tale— Out of an RPG game!"

My eyebrows furrowed. "Wait a minute— I don't remember wearing any of that. You must've seen someone else."

"No way!" Aris interjected, folding her arms. "He looked exactly like you!"

"Exactly?" I repeated, tilting my head in bewilderment. What in the world is going on?

"Yeah!" Aris said with certainty. "Your height, blue eyes, and that black wavy hair with a bit of white highlight. Oh, and he was really handsome."

"Handsome, huh..." I muttered, still trying to piece things together.

"And his aura!" Aris continued, her voice rising with excitement. "It was beautiful, like a rainbow shimmering around him!"







As if time suddenly froze, all the pieces in my head started to put together.



Black hair, blue eyes, same height, same face...

White armor, sword, rainbow aura...





My mind clicked into place, eyes widened. With these descriptions, there could be only one person: Charlie!!!





"Sigh... I figured now, that wasn't me. He is Charlie." I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Eh?" Aris tilted her head. "But he looked just like you though!"

"Yeah, you could be twins like us." Midori added.



I sighed again, exasperated but amused. "Trust me, that's not me. Charlie— Charlemagne and I happened to look similar."



The three of them looked at each other, no— four if including the hiding Yuzu. They all side-eyes me in disappointment and disbelief. Why do I feel like you weren't believing me?

"That's disappointing." Aris said with visible discontent. "You don't trust us— We're in the same party, there must be no secrets between us."

"Wait— It really wasn't me! That was Charlemagne, not me!"

"It's fine, Sensei. You're a Hero, you need to keep your secrets— even from us..."

"..." Aris's down speech made me lose my words.





You owe me an explanation, Charlie.



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"We look similar?! No way!" Charlie laughed, his hand dramatically clutching his chest as if I had delivered a mortal wound.

"I know right? Of course, we don't!" I shot back, we ended up bursting into laughter.



And that's what happened that day in the Game Development Department. The misunderstanding made us play the game in silence for an hour, it took me a while to make up with the girls. Nevertheless, they still didn't believe we were different people...



"That's what happened that day in the Game Development Department," I explained as I regained my breath. "The girls wouldn't let it go. They kept insisting you were me, or I was you."

"Wait a second..." Charlie interrupted, still smiling mischievously. "I'd been a lot more popular with girls if I had your face and aura!"

I blinked, he certainly caught me off guard. "Wait—what's that supposed to mean?

Charlie grinned devilishly. "Oh, come on, Master. You walk around catching female Servants' hearts like they're Pokémon."

"Hah—says the guy with multiple wives and concubines!" I shot back, glaring playfully at the smug knight.

"Hey, hey, that was Karl der Große, my alternate side, not me!"



Our conversations were always fun. By the way, how did he know about Pokémon? Looked like Chaldea's recreation rooms must be packed nowadays... I thought to myself.



Suddenly, an idea struck in my head— a brilliant one too. No— a cool one, if went by Charlie's logic. My lips unintentionally curled into a devious grin.



"You know, Charlie..." I started, leaning closer. "The girls at the Game Development Department are really into hero stories, games, and knights— those RPG stuff. There's even one girl, Aris—who wants to become a warrior on an adventure herself."

Charlie's curiosity piqued as he raised an eyebrow. "Hmm? Go on..."

I smirked. "I think they'd love to meet a real knight. A real hero. Oh, and let's not forget—a king."

Charlie's eyes lit up with excitement. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

I nodded.

"Yep—"



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"You're coming with me to Millennium as a surprise guest."

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Author's notes

The prologue ended here! If you noticed, Ritsuka is a lot more chilled with servants (especially those like Charlie) compared to his students. As a teacher, he has to maintain somewhat a level of maturity. If you felt why Ritsuka vibe was different in Kivotos, it's my (writer's) intention. Side story like this is where the characters can relax!

Again, this side story happened after the Hyakkaryouran (Vol.5 chap 1)

See you next chapter!

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[SamoyShibaDaDaDa]

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Author's notes

Hi readers, welcome to my fanfiction about FGO and Blue Archive crossover! Side stories are my side projects that focus on daily life. This is exclusive, new content separate from the main story yet canon in this fanfiction. Side stories happened between the main stories without spoiling this fiction's plots. This side story takes place after Hyakkaryouran Chapter 1 (The main story has yet to catch up to that.)

(I can't be writing the main story solely all the time, that thing was really exhausting. It requires too much brain power.)

ENJOY!

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Fate/Grand Order: Where All Miracles Begin, SCHALE

Side Story: Game Development Department and The Hero Party (2/3)





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"Yep. You're coming with me to Millennium as a surprise guest for the club." I said smilingly.

"Wow, for real?" Charlemagne's face lit up, his excitement already bubbling to the surface.



"Yep, but..." I raised a finger. With his brimming face, I kind of knew what he expected. "We can't have you walking around Millennium Academy in full armor and a cape. It'll cause a scene."

Charlemagne blinked, visibly disappointed. "What? No grand entrance in my resplendent armor? No cape billowing majestically behind me?"

I sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah, no. As much as I love your flair for the dramatic, Millennium's students might think we're under attack if a knight suddenly storms in."



Wait— Maybe I need to take back my words. It wasn't like the Millenium was always peaceful right? On any normal day, there were always student causing trouble with their inventions.

Maybe just one more knight won't hurt—?

I shook the thought away as someone's face instantly appeared in my mind.





'Sen...sei!'







My ears surely weren't ready for an hour of nagging.

I'm sorry, Charlie... I didn't want to risk myself. It was also better to cause any more trouble for the Seminar.







"Hmmm, fine." The young adventurer said, crossing his arms but already perking up at the thought of the surprise. "So Master, what's the plan then?"

"We go in casual clothes," I explained. "I'll enter first, just to set the stage. Once I give the signal, then you come in. But that's when you'll switch to your full knightly getup. The reveal will blow their minds.

Charlemagne clapped his hands together, his excitement returning in full force. "Brilliant! That'd be so cool!"

"Cool right?!" Imagining their faces made me happy already. "Alright, let's get ready. This is going to be fun."





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Hey, look at him, Why is he standing still?

Isn't he a bit different today?



In the middle of Millennium Academy's bustling courtyard stood a young man, alone, his arms crossed— his knightly demeanor completely out of place amidst the futuristic surroundings. Students zipped by on hoverboards, drones carried supplies overhead, and a faint hum of machines and devices filled the air.

"Where... am I now?" Charlemagne muttered, his blue eyes scanning the campus with a mix of awe and confusion. "This doesn't look anything like Chaldea... or even a battlefield..."

He glanced down at the small name tag pinned to his jacket that read "OFFICIAL – SCHALE — Fujimaru Ritsuka" in neat letters, followed by a credit card tucked in his pocket. The items only reminded him of the unexpected circumstances that had brought him here.



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A few minutes earlier, the two of them had been driving toward Millennium, chatting and finalizing their plan. That was until Ritsuka's phone vibrated with an urgent notification.

Ritsuka glanced at the screen. His expression immediately shifted from relaxed to tense. "It's Kikyou... she's my student from another school. She says it's serious."

Charlemagne raised an eyebrow. "Serious? Like, Grand Order-level serious?"

"I don't know the details..." The man admitted, stress evident in his voice. "But if Kikyou is messaging me with the word 'serious,' it's probably very bad."





The one who messaged him was Kiryuu Kikyou from Hyakkiyako, the most serious member of Hyakkarouran Conflict Resolution Council. Most of the time, their chat was only work-related yet he rarely saw the word 'serious' from her.

"..." Ritsuka gulped a dry saliva. Recently, there was an incident with the school too.





Seeing his master's face, Charlemagne leaned back, thinking for a moment. "Hey, Master, then what about the Game Development Department? You can't just ignore her, right?"

Ritsuka frowned and exhaled a long sigh. "This is bad timing..."

"Shall we postpone the game development Department?" Charlemagne suggested, offering the easiest method.

Ritsuka was lost in thoughts for a moment and shook his head. "Hmmm... Just as we finished our talk, I already texted them I'd be there with a huge surprise."

"..." The young king now understood his trouble, breaking a promise was surely something uncool he'd try to avoid too.





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"Charlie."

"Yeah? What is it, master?"

"Can I leave the girls to you? Just hang out with them, play games, chat— all that babysitting stuff." Ritsuka grinned mischievously "You're a prince charming. They are very good children too, you'll be fine."

Charlemagne's eyes widened slightly "Well... you don't need the latter part, just say the word and I'll do it."



Beaming a radiant smile, the teacher was assured his students would be in good hands. He couldn't imagine anyone who wouldn't like Charlemagne— Friendly and bright, warm but cool at the same time.

Ritsuka chuckled. "Exactly. Here, take this."

"It's a my name tag and a secondary credit card. Just in case."

"Oh, and the directions to the clubroom are pretty simple—"





"Left, go 2 blocks straight, hop on the 3rd platform, left, after you see a weird curvy building, go right, enter the 2nd building, and then up to the third floor."

"Got it?"



Charlie stared blankly at him.

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Back to the Present, that was what happened.

Now, standing in the middle of Millennium, the Father of Europe scratched his head and pulled out the small note Ritsuka had scribbled directions on. He frowned as he turned the paper sideways, trying to make sense of the cryptic maze his master had described.

"Left, straight, left... or was it left, straight, right?" he muttered.





A group of students passed by, glancing curiously at the tall, handsome man who seemed very out of place. Charlemagne, oblivious to their stares, stuffed the note back in his pocket and tried to regain his composure.

"Alright, Charlie..." he said to himself, straightening up and nodding confidently. "You're a king, a knight, and an adventurer. How hard can finding one little clubroom be?"

With a resigned sigh, he muttered. "Master, you really left me in the thick of it this time, didn't you?"





As the man wandered aimlessly, students began to take notice of the tall, charismatic figure. At first, it was just a few curious glances. Then, whispers began to ripple through the air, spreading faster than he realized.



Wait, is that Sensei? a girl in the distance whispered, her voice tinged with excitement.

It has to be him! Look at his face! her friend replied, clutching her tablet.

But his hair... another chimed in, squinting at him. Did he... dye it? That white streak makes him look so trendy!— like a rebellious teen!



Charlemagne caught snippets of the conversation, his ears perking up at the sound of 'Sensei'. He stopped in his tracks, glancing around to see a small group of students now gathering nearby. Their excited murmurs grew louder.

"Wait a sec..." The man muttered under his breath. "They think I'm... him?"





More students began to gather, pointing and gossiping with an almost synchronized giddiness.

Doesn't he look like a prince from a fantasy novel? That white hair pulled all my heartstrings

He's glowing! Look at that aura! It almost blinded me!"



Charlie's face froze for a moment as he processed their chatter. Glowing? Aura? Really? He fought the urge to laugh with his life. The crowd grew larger, their voices blending into an excited cacophony.





"Ladies, ladies,..." he began, holding up his hands in a calming gesture, his charming smile still plastered on his face. Right now, he had to complete an honorable mission, it was time to ask for direction. "I appreciate the enthusiasm, by the way—"

"Sensei! Are you here to supervise the festival?"

"Sensei, your new look is amazing!"

"Sensei, over here!"

Charlemagne froze as the overwhelming attention hit him like a tidal wave. He had walked into a trap of his own making, though he had to admit—he didn't entirely mind the admiration. Still, this misunderstanding was getting out of hand. A bead of sweat on his temple.

Master, where are you when I need you?!

And what have you done over here?! So, the rumor that you're sinful is true?!

Now he saw why female Chaldea servants seemed to step up their games lately...





"Fair maidens... Do you happen to know where— "

"Kyaaa! Sensei why did you change your speech?!"

"Sensei, are you actually a prince? I knew it, I knew you really are!" Another student blushed.

"I can die in peace now..." One more fell backward to the floor.



"Wait! Hang on—" It failed, just as he was about to give it another try, his voice caught in his throat as the sea of students parted. A single figure emerged from the throng, walking toward him with purposeful steps.



It was Hayase Yuuka.

Her sharp eyes locked onto him. There was something unreadable in her expression—a mix of confusion, irritation, and that telltale air of someone ready to lecture.

The murmurs around him intensified.

Uh-oh... It's Hayase-san.

Sensei's in for it now.

Will he survive the treasurer?





The man blinked, unsure why the students suddenly seemed to pity him, but before he could say a word, the twin-tailed girl reached him, standing toe-to-toe.

"Seeeen...Sei!, What is this?" she asked flatly, gesturing toward the crowd. "What kind of ruckus are you trying to create, Sensei?"

"Ah, you see—" Charlemagne began, but Yuuka wasn't finished.

"And what's with this look?" she cut in, her eyes narrowing as she pointed at his outfit. "What are you even wearing? That jacket—it's not a suit, is it? It doesn't even match your usual style!"

He opened his mouth, waiting for a pause, but Yuuka powered through like a freight train.

"Where's your necktie? Did you forget how to dress yourself? And don't get me started on your hair! Since when did you think looking like a rebellious delinquent was a good idea?"

"Miss, I think—"

"Are you trying to give the students a bad example? Honestly, what's wrong with you today, Sensei?!"





The crowd snickered and whispered among themselves.

Oh no, Yuuka's in full nag mode.

Poor Sensei... He looks like he doesn't know what hit him.

Think he'll make it out alive?... I can't let her see me, or else she'll cut my budget!





Charlie stood frozen, his knightly demeanor slipping as Yuuka's rapid-fire questions and criticisms left him scrambling for an opening. His lips twitched, desperately trying to form a response, but her unrelenting critique left no room to interject.

Finally, Charlie raised his hands in surrender, his voice cutting through the chatter. "Wait! Please, just a moment!"





Yuuka blinked, her tirade pausing for a split second.

"I'm not your Sensei..." The man said, smiling nervously as he gestured toward himself.

"My name is Charlemagne. I'm a guest, and—if you'd allow me to finish... I'm also completely lost."





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Yuuka stared at him, processing his words. Her piercing gaze shifted to the crowd, then back to Charlie.





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"(o__o;!)" Charlemagne's bright grin faltered as Yuuka crossed her arms, her skeptical glare boring into him.

"You're telling me," she began, her voice dripping with suspicion, "that you're not Sensei? What kind of prank is this?"

"Prank?" Charlie blinked, bewildered. "No, no, I assure you—"

"Your hair, your height, and your face..." she paused, leaning closer as though to inspect him more thoroughly.



The man was also built the same as Ritsuka, the same height and physique. His lean yet refined muscles made the young man look like an athlete instead of a bodybuilder. White shirt, black casual pants, and a black casual jacket... she were all familiar with them.

Because they were Ritsuka's.

Those were the clothes he lent to Charlemagne when they came to Kivotos. Yuuka, as one of his closest students, had spent uncountable time with him— she also helped with bills, clothing bills included.

She knew his items in the closet and fashion sense like the back of her hand...

In addition, the name tag on his neck displayed 'Fujimaru Ritsuka'.





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"Sensei... Don't think you can fool me with some weird delinquent act."

Charlie opened his mouth to protest, but Yuuka's unimpressed look shut him down before he could get a word in edgewise.





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A little further back in the crowd, a girl stood with her arms folded, watching the scene unfold with a bemused smile.

"That's Yuuka-chan... and Sensei?" Ushio Noa murmured to herself, her amethyst eyes narrowing as she focused on the man standing before Yuuka.

The resemblance was uncanny, but something about him seemed just slightly off. His posture was a little too confident, his smile a little too self-assured, and his voice carried a playful undertone that the real Sensei rarely used.



As the Seminar's secretary, she paid attention to details in everything— her teacher included of course. Not only memorized, Ritsuka's actions and behaviors were noted in records too. Nothing odd could have gone pass this woman's eyes.



"No..." Noa muttered, a sly grin creeping onto her face as realization struck. "That's not him."

She chuckled quietly to herself, deciding not to intervene. Watching Yuuka squabble with this 'Sensei imposter' was far too entertaining to interrupt.



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Eventually, Charlie sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Little girl, I'm not Ritsuka. My name is Charlemagne, and I'm a guest here."

Yuuka raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Charlemagne, huh? You're still pulling this act? Fine, whatever you say." She waved her hand dismissively. "If you're not Sensei, then what exactly are you doing here?"

Hayase Yuuka groaned under her breath, thinking the 'Charlemagne' must be his new game alias or something.



"I'm here to hang out and play games with the Game Development Department girls." Answered confidently, the man also straightened up as his knightly pride kicked in.

Yuuka froze, her eyes narrowing as his words sank in.



"The Game Development Department?"

"Yes." Charlie said cheerfully.

Yuuka's expression darkened. "You mean to tell me they're playing games? Not developing them?"

"Uh... I suppose?" Charlie replied hesitantly, sensing a shift in her demeanor. Did not he know, he stepped on a landmine— He was already dead.

Yuuka stomped her feet cutely in frustration. "That club is supposed to be creating games! Do you know what they've accomplished this semester?"

"Uh... no?" Charlie said cautiously.

"Nothing!" Yuuka snapped. "I was just about to cut their funding for wasting school resources. If they have time to play games, they have time to actually work!"





The crowd of students murmured nervously at Yuuka's fiery outburst, while Noa quietly chuckled to herself in the background.

Yuuka turned sharply to Charlemagne, her expression set. "I'm going with you."

"With me?" Charlie asked, blinking in surprise.

"Yes." she said firmly. "I need to see for myself what kind of nonsense they're up to. Let's go."





In the end, both walked off together.

The young knight let out a relieved smile, not that he could finally get to the club... but the nagging ended.

Meanwhile, Noa lingered in the back, smiling knowingly.



"Fufu... This just got even more interesting."

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In front of the Game Development Department's door, a man found himself standing alone. The echoes of his footsteps fading into the hallway behind him.

For a moment, he stood there, straightening his casual jacket. Yuuka had left just a few minutes earlier, summoned to another errand that demanded her immediate attention. She'd barely paused before briskly excusing herself, leaving him with a stern 'don't cause any trouble, I'll be back!' before striding off.





The walk they'd shared through Millennium's bustling campus was... intriguing, to say the least. Charlemagne wasn't entirely sure if their exchange qualified as a conversation or an extended monologue. Yuuka had done most of the talking, recounting her day in meticulous detail—her thoughts on the students she oversaw, the mountain of work piling up on her desk, and the challenges of being Millennium's treasurer.

The young king had nodded along, occasionally offering a polite 'I see' or 'That does sound challenging'. He wasn't sure if she even noticed his responses— she seemed perfectly content to speak her mind.

But as she talked, he noticed something: her unwavering trust in his master.

Hearing that, Charlie couldn't help but smile. Of course they trust him. He's my Master, after all.

At the same time, a quiet thought lingered in his mind, amusing him to no end.

Another world, another harem.





Now, as he stood before the club's door, Charlemagne felt a flicker of anticipation. Ritsuka had already briefed him who the girls were— the man remembered their faces and descriptions with no trouble.

"This is it," he muttered to himself. He knocked once, twice, and then pushed the door open.

The chatter inside came to an abrupt halt as the girls turned to face the unexpected visitor.





"Sensei! You're here!" Aris exclaimed, her voice bright and excited.

"Hi, little girls!" Charlemagne said, beaming with a smile.

"Eh? Sensei! You've changed a lot! Is this your new skin?!" Noticing a huge difference from the usual appearance, Aris was surprised, her eyes sparkled with stars.



"Uh— Haha, well... Actually, I'm not your —"

"Whooa— Sensei! You look so cool today!"

"Yeah! Is this, like, your secret edgy look?!" Momoi shouted, practically bouncing in place. Midori also added, her twin ponytails bobbing as she leaned forward with excitement.

"It suits him..." In the back of the room, Yuzu—who had been quietly observing—muttered in her usual soft-spoken tone.



Charlemagne scratched the back of his head, his jacket shifting slightly as he adjusted his posture. Since the original plan had fallen through—where Ritsuka would introduce him as a knight in shining armor—he decided it was better not to create more of a stir by revealing his true identity in full regalia.

I guess today, I'll just stay in the room, play some games, and wait for Master to return... The young man thought to himself.

"Well— Ahem, Ahem." Clearing his throat, he continued. "Allow me to introduce myself properly. My name is Charlemagne, but you can call me Charlie or Charles."

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The room fell silent, the girls staring at him with blank expressions. For a moment, Charlie thought they were finally starting to believe that he wasn't their Sensei.

Then, out of nowhere, Aris's face lit up, and she clapped her hands together.





"Okay!" she exclaimed, her voice brimming with excitement.





"....Okay?" The man repeated, blinking in confusion.

"Yes, Sensei!" Momoi chimed in, nodding eagerly. "That's such a cool alias! 'Charlemagne' sounds like a knight straight out of a fantasy game!"

Midori grinned. "Using the name 'Sensei' all the time must be boring, huh? Switching to an alias is totally normal in RPGs!"

"So today, we'll call you Charles-sensei!" Aris declared with a triumphant smile.



Charlemagne's mouth opened, then closed as he processed their reaction.

"Wait— You think I'm roleplaying?"

"Of course!" Aris replied, completely missing his confusion. "It's perfect! You're nailing the 'mysterious knight with a secret identity' vibe!"

Yuzu, still standing in the back, quietly nodded. "It's fitting." she murmured.

Charlie sighed internally, a mix of amusement and exasperation bubbling within him. Even though lying was taboo in the chivalry code, this little misunderstanding was for the sake of 'coolness' right? As long as the girls were happy, he didn't care about his real identity in the slightest.



I see... They're still convinced I'm their Sensei. Master, you owe me for this.



"Well then..." He said, resigning himself to the misunderstanding but keeping his smile intact. "If that's what you want to call me, Charles-sensei it is."



"Oh! Sensei, and what is the 'surprise' you told us?"

"Uhmm..." Charlemagne scratched his cheek, using all his wits to avoid disappointing the hopeful girls. "It's not the time yet, it'll come later."

Well, I'm supposed to be the surprise... Nervously thought to himself, he smiled dryly.



"Yay, We're looking forward to that! Come in, Sensei! Let's play games!"

The girls cheered, immediately pulling him toward the game setup, eager to show him their updated game library. Charlemagne chuckled, letting himself get swept up in their enthusiasm.

At least this will be fun.





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Time flew.

Three hours had passed in the blink of an eye.

The once-quiet Game Development clubroom was now filled with cheerful laughter, shouts of triumph, and the occasional groan of defeat.



"Ha! I win again!" Charlemagne exclaimed, leaning back with a triumphant grin.

"Ugh, Sensei—uh, I mean, Charles-sensei, you're way too good at this!" Aris pouted, crossing her arms as her character fell for the third time in a row.

Midori groaned. "Seriously! Where did you even learn to play like that?"

"It's a secret!" Charlemagne said with a playful smirk, brushing imaginary dust off his shoulder. "Let's just say I grinded a lot in the scariest dungeon."

Saying proudly, the man had every right to boast. In fact, he honed his skills in the renowned Chaldea recreation room. Since It's a matter of pride, he couldn't afford to lose to the other kings and heroes. After all, he represented France... as the King of Franks, he wouldn't bring shame to his people.

The girls groaned in unison as Charles laughed, his infectious energy filling the room.



Just as the sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting a golden glow through the windows, a sharp knock at the door interrupted their fun.

The door creaked open, revealing two familiar figures: Hayase Yuuka and Ushio Noa.



"Ehhh— Yuuka?!"

"The devil is here..." Unlike the surprised Aris, the twins trembled in fear.



Yuuka stepped in first, her piercing gaze scanning the room, while Noa followed behind, her expression calm and mildly amused.

"Sensei... What are you doing here?"" Yuuka's eyes locked onto Charles, her brow furrowing yet her mouth curled into a devilish smile... as though catching a criminal red-handed.

"Uh—"

"He's been playing with us!" Charlemagne began, but Aris cut him off, jumping to his defense innocently. Without knowing— it was the worst thing to say. Now, the evil treasurer knew the teacher did not 'guide' them to properly perform their club duties but played games.





"Playing with you, huh? –Exactly what I wanted to talk about."

The atmosphere in the room shifted as Yuuka crossed her arms, her stern gaze falling on the Game Development Department members. Noa at the back stayed quiet, only smiling with amusement.

"The Game Development Department's performance this semester has been... underwhelming,"

"You've produced nothing. No progress. No prototypes. Nothing at all. And you're using school funds to sit around and play games? If this keeps up, I'll have no choice but to cut your budget entirely."

Aris and the others exchanged worried glances.

"Wait!" Momoi protested. "It's not that we don't want to make something! We just... lack inspiration lately."

Yuuka raised an eyebrow. "Lack inspiration?"





"Yeah!" Midori chimed in. "We've been brainstorming, but nothing feels right. We're struck!"

"We've decided to go with an RPG game instead of a sports game but..."



Sighhhh..... Yuuka let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Then here's a thought: go outside. Get motivated, get inspired by the world around you. Do something."

"If you can't produce any results by the end of the semester, your club will be shut down."

"Lastly, I need to see any tangible progress, whether they are concepts, scripts, or plots— Submit it to me by this week."



Noa, the secretary who had been silently observing, finally spoke up, her voice soft but teasing. "You know, Yuuka-chan, you've turned on your nag mode again."

Yuuka's cheeks flushed slightly. "I'm just doing my job."

"A—Anyway! Come to the Student Council room if anything. I'll be seeing you."









And the two of them left.

As though recovering from shock after the storm dissipated, the room fell silent for a while.





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"That was.... intense" Midori mumbled, sinking back into the couch.

"Yeah..." Momoi agreed, her shoulders slumping. To think that they were back to this situation again in just a few months. Yuzu also quietly came out from the locker.

"Sensei... is this the 'surprise' you prepared for us?"

All eyes turned to Charles, who stood awkwardly near the center of the room, shaking his head emphatically. "Of course not! Absolutely not this one!"





Amidst the sour mood, a girl stood up.

"Everyone! Let's go on an adventure!" With her eyes sparkling brightly, Aris declared— brimming with excitement.

"Adventure? Like... a field trip?" Momoi asked, tilting her head.





Hearing that, Aris grinned.

"Huhu... No, no, no— An RPG adventure! We're making an RPG game, right? What better way to get inspiration than to experience a real adventure ourselves?"

Charlemagne's ears perked up, adventurer was his occupation after all.





"But where do we go?" The older twin asked.

Aris leaned— the grin hadn't left her face, lowering her voice for dramatic effect. "Have you heard about the ghost rumors?"

"Ghost rumors?" Charlemagne repeated, his brows furrowing.

"Yes!" Aris responded, her enthusiasm growing. "They say ghost monsters have been spotted in the mountains behind Hyakkiyako Academy. Glowing eyes, eerie howls, strange shadows moving at night—it's got all the makings of a real adventure!"

The young adventurer blinked, trying to process what he'd just heard. "Ghost monsters? In the mountains?" He let out a small chuckle. "That sounds like a story someone made up to scare kids."

"It's not just a story!" Aris protested. "People have seen them! Right, Momoi? Midori?"

Momoi and Midori exchanged hesitant looks before nodding.

"We've heard about it too." Momoi admitted.

"Yeah." Midori added. "People say it's been happening for weeks— the rumor just surfaced again yesterday."





"Hmmm...?" Charlemagne leaned back, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

In truth, he wasn't too worried. His Master had never mentioned this world being particularly dangerous—aside from the occasional student brawls that bizarrely involved military-grade weapons. If there were truly something dangerous lurking in the mountains, surely his Master would have said something— Wouldn't he?





Clap! Breaking him from his thoughts, Aris clapped her hands together.

"Yay! It's settled! We'll head to the mountain and solve the mystery!"





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"The Hero Party...."



"Journey— Start!"















As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting a warm amber glow over Millennium Academy. The Game Development Department set out on their adventure.

Unaware of the trials and revelations that awaited them.







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Author's notes

The chapter is sooooo long! But it's worth it for the build-up!

Hope you enjoy Charles's role here. I just can't help it with him and gudao literally have the same face. It's also very refreshing to have Charles as a main character (He also tasted Yuuka's welcome nagging, welcome to Millennium!)

If you're wondering— No, Charles doesn't know that Ritsuka went to where. He only knows his master mentioned the name Kikyou.

What will happen to him? What will happen during the adventure? Stay tuned for the next chapter!

Again, this side story happened after the Hyakkaryouran (Vol.5 chap 1)

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[SamoyShibaDaDaDa]

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Author's notes

Hi readers, welcome to my fanfiction about FGO and Blue Archive crossover! Side stories are my side projects that focus on daily life. This is exclusive, new content separate from the main story yet canon in this fanfiction. Side stories happened between the main stories without spoiling this fiction's plots. This side story takes place after Hyakkaryouran Chapter 1 (The main story has yet to catch up to that.)

(I can't be writing the main story solely all the time, that thing was really exhausting. It requires too much brain power.)



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Fate/Grand Order: Where All Miracles Begin, SCHALE

Side Story: Game Development Department and The Hero Party (3/3)





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The urgent meeting had finally concluded.

The golden hues of the setting sun bathed Hyakkiyako Academy in warm light, casting long shadows that danced across the traditional Japanese rooftops. The town below was alive with the muted sounds of distant chatter, the soft clinking of wind chimes, and the faint rustle of leaves in the breeze. Lanterns began to flicker to life along the cobblestone streets, their soft glow adding to the town's serene beauty.

Ritsuka walked alongside Kikyou, the strategist of Hyakkaryouran. Her short, neatly cut hair framed her sharp yet delicate features, and her two feline tails swayed lazily behind her with each step.

After receiving the girl's texts, he dropped Charlemagne at the Millennium and rushed here at full speed.





"How are you faring, Sensei?"

"I'm doing great." Ritsuka replied, managing a small smile. "But what about you? It must be stressful having to manage everything here."

The teacher sighed, his concern evident in his voice. Knowing Kikyou, she was probably juggling responsibilities far beyond what any one person should. "You've got to be careful not to overwork yourself. I mean it."

"Mhm... I couldn't deny that. Regardless, I felt a lot more at ease with your presence." Said the girl as she leaned on him, her calm demeanor as natural as ever.





The meeting had taken almost three hours.

Two days ago, a student from the academy ventured into the mountains behind the school to gather herbs, as part of a routine errand. Unexpectedly, they stumbled upon a terrifying sight— monsters, or rather— Spirits.



Not just one, but many.



Though fear gripped them, they pushed their luck and managed to escape unharmed.



This harrowing encounter ignited a wildfire of rumors across the city, whispered from one ear to another. But the reality behind those rumors was far more alarming.

The monsters weren't ordinary— they were born from the eerie folklore of One Hundred Ghost Stories, spirits given form by humanity's negative emotions. Even worse, they were also accompanied by Artifact Spirits, malicious entities born from objects corrupted by evil. While the Artifact Spirits could be dealt with by traditional means, the ghosts were a far greater challenge.

Unlike their corporeal counterparts, the ghosts could only be harmed by a special weapon: the White Lotus— The gun bestowed by the Great Prophet Kuzunoha, wielded only by the Student Council President. A weapon imbued with holiness, its divine attributes made it the only effective countermeasure.

Last time, Ritsuka and Hyakkiyako Academy forces had managed to subdue two of these malevolent ghosts, but the battle had been arduous. If the numbers increased beyond that, they would face overwhelming odds.





Nonetheless, the meeting had resulted in a cautious plan of action. Patrol units and emergency response teams had been arranged by the school. While they prepared for the worst, they dared not act recklessly without a clearer estimate of the ghosts' numbers.

If it comes to the worst, I may need to involve Chaldea.

There are many servants with Divinity or holy attributes— And there's always Katsuki Hokusai... the author of One Hundred Ghost Stories herself.





"Sensei." Kikyou's calm voice broke the silence, her ears twitched slightly as if gauging his reaction. "You've been quiet. Are the meeting's discussions troubling you?"

"A little. There's a lot at stake, and not knowing how many ghosts we're dealing with just makes it harder."

Kikyou nodded. "Uncertainty is a dangerous foe in its own right. But I trust we'll manage, as we always do."

Her reply made the man chuckle, his hand moved with instinct— he patted her head adoringly.



"Sensei, the tension of the day has worn me out. I require tea—and your company to sweeten it. Surely you wouldn't refuse a simple request like that?"

Ritsuka blinked, momentarily caught off guard by her words. "Of course, I'll spoil you. Happy?"

As the glow of the setting sun painted their path, Ritsuka followed her, feeling the weight of the day lighten, if only just a little— hoping nothing bad would happen...





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"Ba-ba-ba-baaam!"

"Sensei has joined the party." Announced cheerfully, Aris threw her hands in the air. "The warrior has finally gained an ally. Now she has a party of her own!"



The girl declared dramatically. Her enthusiasm lit up the atmosphere as the Game Development Department stood at the base of the rumored mountain.

Charlemagne, the professional adventurer, chuckled at her energy— scratching the back of his head, he asked "So, uh... what exactly is my role, little lady?"



Aris placed a finger on her chin, pretending to ponder.

"Like always, you're useless in battle! You don't have any equipment and only have one HP."

"Hey, now!— Aren't you being too rash?" The man protested, laughing.

"But that's okay. You don't have to be good in battle to be helpful to your allies." Expecting the rebuke, the girl replied with a grin.





The useless man chuckled at the girl's innocence. "Hmm, I felt a lot better now. So, tell me— what should I do?"

"Like the same, you'll be our mascot— No, this time you will be the prince!"

"The prince?"

"Yes! We'll be the warriors that escort and protect the prince." The girl warrior declared. "As a prince, you raise morals! I'm feeling much braver now that you're here!"

"I see... So I'm practically useless." Charlemagne teased.

"No! I told you, you raise morals— you support the party just by being here!"

Midori giggled. "That does sound like a good role for you, Charles-sensei."

"Don't forget, princes are the ones who get kidnapped in RPGs." Momoi chimed in, smirking.

"Please don't give them ideas." Charles muttered, but he couldn't hide the grin tugging at his lips.





"Alright!" Aris announced, spinning on her heel to face the darkened forest ahead. "Now that the party is formed! Let's settle on our adventure!"



The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the path. The faint rustling of leaves and distant chirping of crickets filled the air, creating the perfect eerie backdrop for their 'adventure'.

"This is it..." she said dramatically, pointing toward the trail. "Our journey into the unknown begins now!"

Charlemagne, standing behind her, let out a small smile. He didn't need to see her face to see how sparkle her eyes were. Nonetheless, as a temporary teacher, he had to set some ground rules.

"Hear me, warriors! Before we go charging in, we're returning no later than 9 PM. Got it?"

"Yes, sir!" the four girls chimed in unison, their cheerful response echoing through the woods. Now they knew they'd accepted a quest with a time limit.



"Good!" Charlemagne said, nodding. "And remember— stick together. No wandering off."

"Yes, sir!— Now let's find some ghosts!"



With that, the group started up the trails, flashlights in hand and firearms in the back— laughter breaking through the otherwise quiet mountain. The air grew colder as they went deeper and trees loomed larger...

Their first RPG adventure began. The party of adventurers ventured onward, unaware of what truly lay ahead in the shadows of the mountain







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Almost two hours had passed since the group began their adventure into the mountain.

The sun had long disappeared beyond the horizon.



In the dark woods, only the faint glow of their flashlights cut through the dense shadows. The initial excitement had slowly waned as the forest around them grew darker— the cheerful mood giving way to unease.

The deeper they ventured, the more oppressive the atmosphere became. The chirping of crickets had stopped entirely, replaced by an eerie silence broken only by the crunching of leaves underfoot.

"Well... It's been almost two hours, and we haven't seen anything spooky." Modiri said, her voice breaking the silence.

"Agreed." The other twin insisted.

"We haven't seen any ghost yet..." Aris said sadly, disappointed.



"Aris—" Charlemagne gently consoled her. "Sometimes a good adventure is knowing when to call it a day." He flashed the girls his trademark grin, his voice steady and reassuring. "The important thing is that you've all stuck together and made it this far. That's what makes an adventure worthwhile."

The girls smiled, his words seemed to successfully lift their spirits.

As the man was an adventurer himself, he understood their feelings more than anyone. An adventure could have many diversities to overcome— Failure to complete the mission is one of them. This would give them a valuable lesson, Nevertheless— the important part was friendship... trusting your back to your party members.



"Fine." Aris relented with a dramatic sigh. "But I'm not giving up on finding ghosts!"

"Right," Charles said with a soft chuckle, glancing around. "For now, though, let's head back. It's getting late, and—"

"Wait—" Yuzu suddenly whispered, her flashlight beam frozen in place.



"....Yuzu?" Charlemagne tilted his head.

The entire group also turned to her, their curiosity piqued.

"What is it?" Momoi asked.

"There..." Yuzu said, pointing into the woods. "Do you see that?"





The others followed her gaze, their flashlights converging on a single spot. Lying on the forest floor was an old, tattered umbrella, its fabric frayed and stained by years of neglect.

"An umbrella?" Aris muttered, stepping closer.

"Looks like it's been here forever..." Midori added, crouching to get a better look. But as the group's eyes adjusted to the dark, they began to notice something unsettling.

The forest floor wasn't littered with just one umbrella—it was covered in them. Old, tattered umbrellas lay scattered among the trees, their broken frames casting eerie shadows in the dim light.





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"What... is this?" Momoi whispered, her voice barely audible.





Just before anyone could answer, the nearest umbrella twitched.

"Did... did that just move?" Midori stammered, taking a step back.





Suddenly, the umbrella rose into the air, its broken frame snapping open with an unnatural creak. The others followed suit, one by one— until dozens of umbrellas hovered ominously, their jagged edges gleaming like teeth.

"They're moving!" Aris shouted, her eyes wide with both fear and excitement.

"G-G-G— Ghosts!!!"

The girls hesitated and feared only for a few seconds— until they realized... they had guns. In an instant, weapons were drawn—grenade launcher, assault rifles, and even Aris's oversized railgun cannon.

"Stay back, Charles-sensei!" Aris called, her voice resolute as she aimed her weapon. "You're the prince—we'll protect you!"



Charlemagne stood frozen for a moment, his eyes darting between the girls and the animated umbrellas. "What in the world...?" he muttered.

So this is what Master was talking about... He thought, recalling Ritsuka's vague warnings. In this world, even the students wield firearms. And against something like this, no less.... He'd seen girls on the streets or in the school carry them around— The contrast between cute school girls and deadly firearms was a little shocking to him.





Boom! Boom! Bang Bang Bang

The air erupted with the sound of gunfire and flashes of light. The girls moved in perfect sync, their bullets tearing through the possessed umbrellas with precision. Aris's railgun fired with a deafening crack, obliterating a cluster of spirits in a single blast.

The man could only watch in awe. Despite their playful demeanor, the girls fought with remarkable skill and coordination until the last umbrella fell to the ground.



"Is everyone okay?" the man asked, stepped forward cautiously.

"Yeah! We even managed to subdue them! Quest— Completed!"

Momoi wiped her brow. "Speak for yourself. I didn't think we'd actually have to fight!"

The other twin followed, nodding her head— her hands still trembling slightly. "Let's just go home now... please?"

Charles looked at the scattered remains of the umbrellas, his expression serious. "I agree. This place is getting more dangerous by the second. We've already found enough to confirm the rumors are true."



Just as the group began to breathe a sigh of relief, a rustling noise echoed through the forest.

Everyone froze.

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"Onee-chan, why not you go check it out?" The younger twin nudged her sister, only to be snapped back. "I'm not those stupid side characters!"

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Out of the blue, From the bushes emerged a figure—a massive, shadowy tiger with glowing red eyes. It's fur pattern emitted red flame... Its body seemed to flicker and distort— as if it didn't entirely belong to this world. Two tiger eyes stared at them ferociously.

"A real ghost— monster!!!" Midori grasped, Yuzu hid behind her.

Nonetheless, the brave Aris didn't hesitate. "I've got this!" she shouted, raising her railgun. With a thunderous crack, the shot pierced through the tiger's chest—but to their horror, it passed straight through. The beast didn't even flinch. No blood, no wound, no sign of damage at all...

"It's... It's not working!" Shaking her confidence, Aris stammered— panic setting in.

"We can't fight this thing!"

"Everyone, let's retreat!" Charlemagne ordered— grabbing Aris by the arms, pulling her back.

The group bolted, their flashlights bobbing wildly as they fled deeper into the forest. The sound of exhaust breathing broke the silence, they ran with all their stamina— just until they suddenly stop on their track.

The escape failed. They found themselves surrounded by red glowing eyes— more shadowy figures emerged from the darkness in every direction. Behind them, the demonic tiger growled menacingly. Around them, more demonic beasts appeared in other animal forms, each more grotesque than the last. Even worse, accompanying them were dozens of animated umbrellas, their tattered frames creaking ominously as they floated into view.

The group was trapped.











"Well, well... I didn't expect visitors this late."

A soft, playful voice echoed through the woods, freezing the group in place. The gnarling beasts stiffened. Black mist in the air formed a small figure illuminated by moonlight. It was a girl –her hand carried a book, her grey hair cascaded down her back, dark red eyes glowed dimly and her face as pale as a corpse— she slowly stepped forward.

"Good evening, little intruders."





The students stared at her, their breaths shallow as their fear intensified. Aris mustered her courage and stepped forward. "Who... who are you?"

The girl tilted her head, her crimson eyes glinting in the faint light as they studied them. "Oh? You're not from Hyakkiyako?" She smiled faintly, though the gesture was anything but friendly. "What a pleasant surprise. Outsiders, huh?"

"Answer the question!" Aris demanded, her voice wavering but resolute.

Instead of answering her question, seeing a familiar face made her chuckle. "And... Sensei, we met again."

"..." The 'Sensei' stared in silence, his hand holding Aris's shoulder— preventing her before she did something reckless.





The girl chuckled softly. "Very well. I am Yabuki Shuro— of the Nature's Beauty Club."

"The Nature's Beauty Club?" Midori whispered.

"Our goal is simple—to recreate the One Hundred Ghost Stories and manifest them into reality. These little ones—" she gestured to the monstrous creatures around them. "Aren't they adorable?"

"Adorable?!" Momoi snapped, trembling with anger. "These things are dangerous!"

Shuro ignored her, flipping open her book. "I suppose you don't know much... Consider this my grace before you die. We aim to burn this world with the beauty of our creations. And you, my dears, have stumbled right into their playground."



Aris gritted her teeth, stepping forward again.

"As a party of heroes, it's our duty to stop villains like you, no matter what it takes!"





Shuro blinked, then burst into laughter— sharp, echoing laughter that sent chills down their spines. "Heroes, you say? Oh, how innocent. How utterly stupid."

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"Oh, how precious— You truly think you stand a chance against me? Against them?" She motioned toward the demonic beasts, her grin turning wicked.

"Do you understand the situation you're in? None of you will leave this place alive. Your weapons are useless against my creations unless they're blessed with divinity or holiness. Perhaps you should just surrender. If you're lucky, I might grant you a quick, painless death."

Her dark red eyes narrowed as she scanned the terrified group. "But you're not from the Sisterhood of Trinity, nor do you carry blessings from that nosy fox prophet. So tell me... what will it be? A quick, painless death? Or a long, agonizing one?"





The girls were frozen, their breath shallow and their grips tightening on their weapons. Aris tried to steady her shaking hands as she glanced back at Charles and her companions.

"Time's up—" Shuro said with a mock pout, snapping her fingers.

"You all can die now."





At her command, the beasts surged forward, their roars echoing through the forest. Not one, not ten, but hundreds of them... adding in the number of artifact spirits— thousands would be a better estimate.

"Kyaaaa!!"

"Onee-chan!"

"No—!!!" Aris screamed, tears streaming down her face as the girls' shrieks echoed in the clearing. Their cries of fear and desperation mingling with the sound of rushing death.

Shuro, watching from the sidelines, was certain they were about to die.







Just as the monstrous claws were about to reach them, the world seemed to stop.

Out of nowhere, it was as if night had become day.

The oppressive dark forest was suddenly bathed in a sudden, brilliant light—



The brilliance of the holy light blinded everyone and thousands of evil spirits. The demonic beasts recoiled, growling in confusion and pain. The umbrellas fell lifeless to the ground, their frames crumpling as the malevolent energy animating them was extinguished.

The light grew brighter, a radiant wave that seemed to emanate from nowhere and everywhere at once. The girls shielded their eyes, their fear replaced by stunned awe.





"—Little girls, that was cool."





In front of them— Through the veil of the light, a figure emerged.

He stood tall and unwavering, his white armor gleaming like a beacon of hope in the night— his cape blowing in the wind. His silhouette, broad and resolute— radiated an aura, both warm and powerful, filling the girls with a sense of safety they hadn't known moments before.



Aris froze, her eyes wide with shock. Her heart raced as recognition struck her like a lightning bolt. "It's him..." she whispered, her voice trembling.



The man before her wasn't Ritsuka, yet he bore an uncanny resemblance—his sharp features, his piercing blue eyes, and even the way he stood, unyielding in the face of danger. His presence was like a fortress, his back broad and unyielding, shielding them from harm. The light around him seemed to pulse with life, pushing the encroaching darkness further back with every second.

She had seen him before, in the fleeting glimpses of Ritsuka's recollection. The knight she had mistaken for her teacher.

"You don't run away from adversaries. You confront them."

"That's the coolest thing you could do, Little warriors."

"I guess you've earned the name of the Hero party."





Unsheathing his sword, his blade bathed the area in soft blue light— radiating elegance and holiness, a sword truly fitting for a king.





Shuro's smirk faltered, her crimson eyes narrowing.

"Who are you?" Gritting her teeth, she sneered. Seeing hundreds of her pets vaporized as though baptized, Her voice lacked the confidence it held moments ago.





Stepping forward, his cape fluttered dramatically behind him.

"My name is Charlemagne!"

"Also known as the Charles the Great, the Father of Europe!"





"Wh— at?!" Her voice trembling, in the long-lost record of Earth's history— Thousands of years ago, there was once a king who ruled over the continent. That person bore the same name as the man in front of her.

Aris couldn't tear her eyes away, her earlier fear replaced by awe. Likewise, the other members of the club stood frozen, shocked at the miracle that had saved them.



Charlemagne's gaze swept back to the students, his mouth curled into a bright and proud smile.

"Brave warriors, no less vigorous than my paladins. Your courage is enshrined in my heart!"



"Charles-Sensei...?" Aris stammered, her voice trembling in awe.

Seeing their confused yet admiring faces, Charlemagne beamed a reassuring smile. "Ahahaha! It's alright. Now, it's the prince's turn to protect his people."

The girls slowly nodded, their trust in him solidifying. Charlemagne turned his attention back to the enemy, his expression resolute as he grasped the hilt of his sword.

"Then behold!— My brilliance! My sacred sword! My Noble Phantasm!"



"Noble Phantasm?!"









"Taste the radiance of my Holy Sword, evil spirits!"

With a single, graceful motion, Charlemagne raised his sword high into the air. The blade pulsed with energy— In the blink of an eye, a pillar of light erupted skyward, piercing through the darkened forest.

The cloud parted, The pillar of light shot into the heavens with unimaginable force, its brilliance banishing the oppressive shadows. The light was so bright that the stars glowed dimly in comparison.

In addition, It wasn't just a singular glow, it was a kaleidoscope of colors, an infinite rainbow that shifted and shimmered with every second. The spectrum danced along the pillar, blending hues of gold, azure, and crimson with ethereal white— Like an countless shade of colors... covering a sacred pillar.

A gentle warmth washed over everything, soothing the hearts of all who bore witness. It wasn't just light— it was hope made manifest, a beacon that seemed to reach into the souls of everyone who gazed upon it.

The phenomenon was big.

So big it was visible across the entire city.



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In the bustling streets of Trinity, the nuns clasped their hands in worship, people paused mid-stride, their gazes lifting to the horizon. A black-haired girl holding an ice cream cone gasped in excitement. "What is that?!" she exclaimed, almost dropping her treat.

"Wow..."

"What in the world..." another girl murmured.

"Hey! Be careful, you'll fall off the railing!" a blonde twin-tailed girl shouted, grabbing the arm of a pink-haired troublemaker who leaned too far forward to get a better look.



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In a distant tea garden, a princess stood on her balcony, her delicate hand resting on the railing as she whispered. "Beautiful..."

Nearby, at a large wooden table, a silver-haired girl paused mid-sip of her tea, her usually stoic expression softening as she gazed at the sky.

On the highest floor of the tallest building, a girl looked up from her stack of documents, her glasses reflecting the rainbow glow of the pillar.

Farther away, in another district, a girl biking along an empty street came to an abrupt stop... her phone buzzing nonstop with messages from her group chat. She didn't check it— Her beautiful jewel-liked eyes were entranced by the phenomenon.



The divine spectacle could be seen everywhere. Everyone stopped in their activities. Some looked at it in awe, cherishing the moment. Some brought out their phones to record the sight.

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What! What's that!

What is that light!!

Ritsuka and Kikyou stopped in their tracks, the rumble of energy and bystander noises reaching their ears. They were surprised by the sight of what they saw. A pillar of light emerged in the dark mountain, litting the sky up bright with its blue glow and multishade colors.

"What... is that?" Kikyou whispered, her black eyes reflecting the rainbow pillar that lit up the dark sky. Her hand instinctively reached out, gently tugging Ritsuka's sleeve. "It's... beautiful..."

However, Ritsuka was anything but calm. His gaze was fixed on the pillar, his mind racing. He knew far better than anyone— he knew what that light was.

A surge of magical energy, a pillar of light that glowed with vibrant rainbow colors...



There could only be one sword— said to change its color thirty times a day.

And its wielder— there could only be one person.











Charlie... What are you doing?

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"Kyaaa!"

"Midori!! Hold my hand!"

"H— Help meee!"

Within the radius, the force of the holy wind swept over them, their hair whipping wildly in every direction. They clung to trees and rocks, barely managing to stay grounded against the gale.



"Beautiful..." Aris whispered through the chaos, her voice barely audible. Her wide eyes shimmered with wonder as she gazed at the dazzling light surrounding the holy emperor.



The Artifact Spirits screeched in terror, their twisted forms dissolving into nothingness under the pillar's holy radiance. The demonic tiger let out a defiant roar before being consumed by the light, its darkness erased entirely.

Shuro clung to her beast, her expression twisted in disbelief. "No... No, this can't be!" she screamed, her hands trembling as she clutched her book tighter. "With an army, we won't lose a second time!"

With a guttural cry, she extended her hand toward the shadows, calling every creation she ever had. Thousands of evil spirits emerged from the darkness, their grotesque forms howling and shrieking as they rushed toward the radiant knight.



"Kill him!!!"



Charlemagne remained unshaken. His sacred sword gleamed brilliantly in his hand, its holy aura shining with unyielding resolve. His eyes closed as his mouth started chanting.





"The holy light that shall never fade."

"The glowing colors of infinite changing forms."

"O mighty knights, exemplify these heroics of mine—"



He declared, his voice echoing a divine authority.

Luminous angelic wings unfurled from his back, their radiant feathers glowing with a brilliance that rivaled the sun. Slowly, he began to ascend, his figure illuminated against the dark. Around him, twelve ethereal armaments materialized, each representing one of his legendary paladins. Together, they created a prism of light, a spectrum so vibrant it seemed otherworldly.



Each weapon began to glow fiercely. The colors danced and blended, forming a radiant rainbow. Charlemagne himself shone with a sacred blue brilliance, his armor reflecting the divine radiance.

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"Joyeuse Ordre!"





With his final command, the twelve armaments surged toward the earth in unison, each leaving a streak of radiant light in its wake. The beams struck the ground with cataclysmic force, their impacts creating pillars of energy that pulsed as if alive. The trails glimmered like comets descending from the heavens, their light piercing through the darkness.

Charlemagne descended crashing down, his sword raised high. In one swift, elegant motion, he slashed through the air, his blade leaving a massive arc of brilliance in its wake. The combined force of the attack erupted in a blinding explosion of light, shaking the earth and sending shockwaves across the land.

The sound of the impact was deafening, reverberating across the city. Buildings trembled, windows rattled, and the very air seemed to hum with energy.

Miles away, Ritsuka and Kikyou were caught in the aftermath. The brilliant light of Joyeuse bathed the mountainside in an almost surreal glow, forcing them to shield their eyes with their hands. The wind that followed was fierce, tugging at their clothes and hair as they braced themselves against its force.





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The light had faded, and the mountain was left in utter silence.

The aftermath was shocking to describe.

The once-dense forest was gone, replaced by a cleared expanse. Half the mountain itself had been obliterated, leaving behind smoothed rocks and glowing remnants of the holy energy that had scoured the land.





Not a single monster or evil spirit remained.





"Is— Is it over?" Her voice shaking, Midori clutched to Momoi's arms. Yuzu also dug her head out of the ground.

"It's over..." Aris muttered, still staring at Charlemagne. Her hands trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the overwhelming realization of what she had just witnessed.

Ever since he revealed himself, the girl had become speechless by everything— the entrance, the armor, the cape, the sword... the magical power. As a gamer girl who loved fantasy RPGs, it was like a dream come true— she wouldn't have believed that they were real if she hadn't experienced the lights the blinded her eyes and the wind the blew her away.



Charlemagne, his cape settling behind him, sheathed Joyeuse with a practiced motion. The soft blue light of his blade lingered briefly before fading entirely. He turned to the group, smiling warmly.

"It's finished. You're safe now!"



The girls stared at him, their faces a mixture of disbelief and admiration.

Finally, Aris broke the stillness. "Sensei... that was incredible." she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion but made Charlemagne raise an eyebrow.

"Huh, Seriously...?"

"You're amazing! We always knew you were hiding something, but this?! How did you that?! Teach us!" Momoi exclaimed, her earlier fear replaced with excitement. "Magic?! Spells? Skills? What is a Noble Phantasm?!"

"Yeah!" Midori chimed in, her hands clenched into fists. "That was way beyond anything we've ever seen! No wonder you've always been so mysterious."

Yuzu, standing at the back, tilted her head thoughtfully. "Hmm, it does explain a lot," she muttered.



Charlemagne raised his hands in a panic. "Wait, wait, wait! I'm not your Sensei!"

"Sensei, come on!" Aris laughed, her eyes sparkling. "We already know about your past! You're just trying to keep up the mystery, aren't you?"

"Right, the armor, the sword, the cape—it's just like what we saw in your memories!" Momoi added. "It's okay, Sensei. You don't have to hide it from us anymore!"





Charlemagne sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm telling you, I'm not Ritsuka. My name is Charlemagne!"

The girls paused, exchanging skeptical looks.

"Charlemagne?" Aris tilted her head. "So it really wasn't your in-game alias?"

"No, It's my real name. You can try searching on the internet— that's me! Super seriously."

There was a long silence as the girls processed his words.

Finally, Yuzu stepped forward, her expression unusually serious. "Wait... you're really not Sensei?"

"No! I've been trying to tell you this whole time!"





The realization began to dawn on the group. Aris blinked rapidly, her mouth opening and closing as she struggled to reconcile her assumptions. "W-Wait a second... so you're not Sensei in disguise?"

"Not at all!" Charlemagne insisted, placing his hands on his hips. "I'm my own person! Your Sensei was supposed to introduce me and surprise you all, but his urgent errand came up. He didn't want to break his promise to you, so I was sent there first and he'll be back."







In a flash, Ritsuka's words came to their minds.

I don't remember wearing any of that. You must've seen someone else.

I figured now, that wasn't me. He is Charlie.

Trust me, that's not me. Charlie— Charlemagne and I happened to look similar.







Momoi scratched her head, looking sheepish. "Oh... uh... oops?"

Midori frowned, asking the most convincing question that blinded everyone's thoughts "Then... why do you look so much like him?"





"That, I honestly don't know. I guess we're just coincidentally handsome?" Charlemagne sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

Yuzu chuckled softly, breaking the tension. "I guess that explains why Sensei was acting so weird today. He'd never pull off something that flashy."

Aris crossed her arms, her face red with embarrassment. "W-Well, you should've said so earlier! We were so confused!"

"I tried!" Charlemagne laughed, shaking his head. "You just didn't want to listen!"

The group finally burst into laughter, their earlier tension melting away. No one, or even the Game Development Department would have believed they were different person unless they experienced what they'd just experienced.





To be fair, Ritsuka still kept a lot of secrets from them. They just knew recently that the man was a 'Master'. Although he explained a bit about what he could do, they didn't believe all his words. They expected he could do more, not just commanding servants... The recollection wasn't like watching an episode of anime either, they only show a few scenes... and they were too emotional to memorize the details.

In conclusion, the blame must be put on Ritsuka.





"Anyway, as long as you know we're different person, you can call me what you're comfy with. The man said with his trademark smile. The girls nodded cheerfully.

"Charles-sensei!"

"Fine, fine... you girls!" Couldn't resist their adorableness, he patted their heads.

"Yay! Charles-sensei!"

"You need to tell us a lot of stories now!"

"And— what should we do about this..." Pulling everyone back to reality, Aris asked – Wondering what to do with the 'mess' they, or rather 'he' created. The forest—gone, the mountain—chipped. From some angle, this was somehow a worse outcome compared to the demonic beasts' attack.

"Uhmmm... what about we go home first?"





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Knock Knock

The soft knock on the Game Development Department's door echoed in the stillness of the night. Ritsuka pushed it open gently and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, and the warm orange glow of a desk lamp illuminated Charlemagne, who stood near the couch.

"Master!" The young knight greeted with a relieved smile. He was back in his casual clothes. "You're back."

"Charlie!" Ritsuka's gaze softened as he took in the sight of the four girls huddled together on the couch, fast asleep. Their peaceful expressions and the way they clung to each other brought a small smile to his face. A blanket had been carefully draped over them, no doubt by Charlemagne himself.

"You took good care of them." Ritsuka said quietly.



Charlemagne glanced back at the girls and then looked at Ritsuka with a somber expression.

"I'm sorry, Master. Today, things happened... it was my fault they were put at risk. I should've stopped them earlier—"

Ritsuka raised a hand to stop him. "No, Charles. It's not your fault. It's mine. I should've given you a proper warning about the situation.



Charlemagne hesitated but eventually nodded. His posture relaxed slightly. "Aren't you going to ask me what happened?"

Ritsuka chuckled softly, careful not to wake the sleeping students. "I should be thanking you for dealing with those spirits."

Charlemagne tilted his head, surprised. "Thanking me?"

"Of course." Ritsuka replied, his voice sincere. he said, leaning against the doorway. "After seeing that pillar of light, I didn't need much else to figure out that it was Joyeuse. Kikyou and I rushed to the mountain and saw what was left. A scorched forest, half a mountain gone, and traces of a battle that could only have involved you."

He smiled faintly, his tone lighter. "If it weren't for you, those girls wouldn't be here now, safe and sound."



Charlemagne rubbed the back of his neck, laughing sheepishly. "I might've gotten carried away."

The two shared a quiet laugh, the sound muffled to avoid disturbing the girls. The young knight told his master the left-out details, first— Shuro escaped. Just as he was about to unleash Joyeuse, she tore a page from a book and disappeared.

Second— the girls.

"They're incredible, by the way..." Charlemagne said, his tone shifting to admiration. "The girls handled themselves better than I expected. Despite being this small, they were brave— even against evil spirits, they didn't back up. They even tried to stop them before they could harm the people.

"That's just how they are." Ritsuka smiled proudly, walking toward them— brushing a strand of hair of hair from Aris's face.

Charlemagne nodded, glancing at the girls once more. "When we got back, they asked me to tell them stories about my adventures. I started, but just as I got to the good part, they fell asleep. Was my story really that boring?"

Ritsuka laughed softly, shaking his head at this joke. Both of them knew the girls were exhausted from today's event.





The two men sat down, their voices low as they exchanged stories and laughter.

"They asked me if my sword was the one from the stone." Charlemagne said with a grin. "Looks like I need to work harder on my reputation."

The master chuckled, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Don't worry, Charlie. You're already a legend. But I have to admit, I can see them thinking that. You're practically a storybook hero to them."

The young king grinned, his pride clear. "By the way, they were shocked at my gaming skills too. Apparently, I'm 'too good.'"

Ritsuka couldn't hold back his laugh. "I knew it. You've always been competitive. You couldn't afford to lose, even back in Chaldea."

"Of course not!" Charlemagne said, mock offense in his tone. "How could I face my paladins if they found out I lost to the other kings? I mean, Master, just think about it. The Lion King, the King of Kings, and—worst of all—the King of Heroes and his cheat eyes. I have to keep improving!"

Ritsuka doubled over, laughing. "Only you, Charlie. Only you."

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Charlemagne leaned back, a fond smile spreading across his face.

"I get it now, Master. Why you became their teacher."

"Hmm? Well..." Ritsuka's laughter faded into a soft smile. Normally, he wouldn't linger with a singularity for any longer after it was resolved. Maybe he had spent too long time in this city? Maybe he had deepened their bonds too much? But some things were clear— it wasn't that he was worried about them, it was because he wanted to watch them grow.



The two sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the quiet hum of the room settling over them.

Finally, Ritsuka stood, stretching. "We should get some rest. Let's head back to SCHALE."

Charlemagne nodded, standing as well. "Understood, Master."



With one last glance at the sleeping students, Ritsuka smiled.

"Thank you, Charlie. For everything."

As the door quietly closed behind him, Charlemagne also turned back to the couch, his expression softening.

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The following day came as the sun bathed Millennium Academy in a soft golden hue.

Ritsuka and Charlemagne strolled together to the Game Development Department's room. The students were already inside, waiting eagerly, and when the door opened, a chorus of excited cheers filled the air. After a little shock from two teachers with the same face, they bubbled with excitement and even played spot the difference between them.

Both the master and servant chuckled warmly, they also helped the girls with the new game script. After yesterday's experience, they had gained great inspiration from seeing a real knight in action.

The Game Development Department loved Charlemagne— when they looked at him, their eyes shone with admiration. Aris even demanded the man to visit them often and bring his paladins here.



Later, The duo visited the student council.

Yuuka's reaction was priceless.

At first, she froze, her sharp eyes flicking between the two identical figures. Her lips parted as if to say something, but no words came out.



"Yuuka-chan?" Noa teased from the side, clearly amused. "What's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Yuuka turned to her friend, her voice shaky. "A-are there... two Senseis?"

Seeing her friend's reaction, Noa giggled— her eyes sparkling with mischief. She knew from the start, but watching her figure it out was much more entertaining.

When the pair approached, Yuuka stumbled backward, her face pale. "Wha— What kind of prank is this?! Two Senseis?!"



Finally, when the truth was revealed, Yuuka buried her face in her hands, her cheeks burning hotter than the sun. The girl apologized to him with embarrassment. Charlemagne waved her apology off with his usual. Yuuka groaned softly, her face still as red as tomatoes.







The days that followed were anything but calm for Ritsuka.

He worked tirelessly to address the aftermath of the incident. Messages flooded his phone, students asking about the breathtaking pillar of light they'd seen. He had to explain the event to Rin, who found his "firework" excuse utterly ridiculous. 'There's no firework in the world that clears acres of land, Ritsuka Sensei.'

So he pulled off the classic one.

'A gas leak that caused a multicolored pillar of light that everyone in the city could see, vaporized part of a mountain, and radiated holy energy that even the Sisterhood came inquiring the General Student Council? Sensei... do you hear yourself?'

Even though it made some sense, he had no reply to that. Rin's cold voice and piercing glare were still etched in his memory, a reminder that his usual excuses weren't going to fly this time.



Meanwhile, his visits to Hyakkiyako Academy became frequent. Together with Kikyou, he worked on restoring the forest while assisting in the search for Shuro and the remnants of the Nature's Beauty Club. Luckily, with Yin-Yang club's and the Hyakkaryouran's leadership, rather than filing complaints about the destruction, began discussions about repurposing the cleared land for agricultural use or even a small town.



Despite the chaos, the teacher found himself smiling often. He wasn't sad or regretful in the slightest.



At the Game Development Club's room, the sound of laughter and cheers filled the air.

Charlemagne, in his casual clothes— sat on the floor with the girls, a controller in his hand.

"You're really good at this, Charles-Sensei!" Momoi said, her eyes wide as she tried to keep up with him in the game.

"Of course!" Charlemagne grinned. "I can't let my reputation as a king falter, even in games!"



Ritsuka leaned against the doorway, watching the scene unfold with a soft smile.



Aris, Momoi, Midori, and Yuzu.



The students of the Game Development Department had embarked on a journey.

Adventure. Friendship. Overcoming challenges.

They also had witnessed a real hero and, in doing so, had come to understand what it truly meant to be one.





Their journey, filled with laughter, tears, and growth, had finally reached its end.

And so, this tale concluded—





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The Game Development Department and the Hero Party.



























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Author's notes

Thank you for reading! Finally, this side story came to an end! Did you like it?

I swear this side story is so long (almost 7k words for this chapter alone, 13k in total). It was longer than I expected. I swear, in this fanfic, this one has my most effort. After this, I'll take a New Year break and prepare materials for the upcoming content.

As for why I chose Charlie— The reason is very simple, there's no better person I can play with the same face plot + he's my favorite character, this side story is heavily inspired by the Traum chapter after all. His character is just so good that it fits in the plot perfectly, he fits perfectly for the GDD girls too.

See you after New Year! Stay tuned for a more intense main story and relaxing side stories!

Happy New Year and Merry Christmas!



Last time, this side story happened after the Hyakkaryouran (Vol.5 chap 1)

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