Chapitre 5: Chapter 5: Onii-chanless Loli(baba)
Sora looked at the series of explosions on his left. The fight between Servants was at its peak.
Of course, he didn't just dilly-dally while his Servants fought to protect him. He had summoned two Caliburns and chased after the child.
After sensing danger from him, the loli had tried her best to escape, yet she was now trapped.
Why?
Well, the tanks surrounding her were probably one of the reasons.
Even as a strong magus, Illya couldn't fight the magical tanks of Sora.
"Hmph! I'm sure Berserker will come here and kill you!"
Looking at the still arrogant loli, Sora sighed. He wasn't even angry, just disappointed.
How long was she planning to keep that facade up? He had long experienced her life just like he had experienced (some of) Artoria's.
He didn't seem to have any control over said ability, but he was fine with it as long as didn't experience the lives of every person he saw.
At that moment, a series of explosions occurred, the shockwave causing their hair to wobble around.
'She activated her Noble Phantasm...? Interesting.'
He hadn't noticed up until now, but his Prana reserves were quickly depleting.
'Ugh, better take care of her quickly.'
Readying himself, the youth bonked the girl on the head with the sheathed Caliburn.
"G'night, kid."
"You..." Before she could continue, her consciousness left her.
Rumble!
Just as he approached Illya to pick her up, a bronze blur passed by, picking her up in the process.
BANG!
Merely the shockwave was enough to send him back to a tree, many wounds appearing on his skin.
Cough, cough!
Coughing up some blood, Sora looked at the huge ravine in front of himself.
As slight bits of blood left his body, he could only think of one thing.
'It would've been amazing to have Excalibur's scabbard right now.'
He wanted to sleep; he really did. However, he needed something to heal his wounds.
There was basically zero information about Excalibur's sheath, and it was obviously not the work of man.
Even if he wanted to, with his current Prana reserves, there was no way he could conjure it.
So, he checked his memory for anything else that could be used for healing.
There weren't any spells, as he had never bothered to check them up before. Why should he bother with something he couldn't use?
He eventually sighed and decided to wait for Rin to arrive. Everything that came to mind was Divine Constructs, something he couldn't (re)create.
Lying face up on the ground, he looked up at the stars.
They were so beautiful...
He eventually heard the sound of running and decided to rest right then and there.
Man, what a tiring day it was. Thankfully tomorrow was Sunday.
Just as his consciousness cut ties with him, he heard the panicked shouts of a feminine figure.
No, feminine figures.
...
A black-haired boy opened his eyes, sky-blue orbs reintroducing themselves to the world.
The first thing he felt was the venomous pain coming from his shoulder when he tried to move it.
Looking at it, he noticed a large scar there... And many more followed suit, covering his entire right side with them.
He realized that he was a glass cannon: incredible firepower; average durability.
Well, he, thankfully, had Servants to help him out. Otherwise, even with his monstrous Prana capacity, he could only shoot a fully-charged Caliburn beam ten times.
He didn't know how, but if Berserker could endure one beam from Saber, then he expected him to survive many more.
He tried to get up, only for a pair of fair hands to push him back.
"Uh-uh. You're injured, Master. Unless you can make something to heal yourself, you're staying here with me."
Looking at the young woman reprimanding him, Sora wanted to jump off a cliff.
He was old. Very old. Yet, this kiddo was trying to lecture him?
In fact, he wasn't old at all and could be said to be an entirely new personality from the original 'Sora.' If he really had 'Sora's character, he would be an unfeeling bastard, being more of a robot than human.
His 'memories' were more like TV shows: featuring no emotion and mostly fractured.
Of course, he wasn't going to know about it for quite some time.
"C'mon, Saber, what's the worst that could happ– Argh!"
He really needed those healing spells, didn't he? He should ask Rin to teach him later.
It was then that a thought occurred to him.
'Use your past selves' experiences, idiot,' the voice within seemed to suggest.
He sorted through the many 'memories' he had before finding something suitable.
Fast Healing, originating from the world of Tamriel, was a spell accessible to Apprentice Mages. It had to be charged before casting but could instantly heal small wounds.
Checking his Prana reserves, he noticed that it was mostly full, and decided to cast it.
'Fast Healing.'
A golden ball of light appeared in his hands, glowing brilliantly.
Then, an explosion of light showered his body before the scars started to ever-so-slowly disappear.
He wanted to cast something better, but the previous him hadn't bothered with learning any. The only reason he had this simple spell was that he had accidentally glanced at it.
Well, as a wise man had once said: 'If you don't have quality, make do with quantity.'
He was going to take that saying to the limit.
'Fast Healing.'
An explosion of golden light.
'Fast Healing.'
A swarm of golden dust.
'Fast Healing.'
The warmth of a mother's embrace.
'Fast Healing.'
The untainted and jade-like skin of a young man, which defined the Heavens with its purity.
Dammit, that was so cringe to write. Let's get back to the story.
"Erm, Master?"
Looking at the surprised blonde, Sora couldn't help but ask:
"How are you surprised at such simple magecraft when you had Merlin as a teacher?"
"Teacher mostly dealt with plant-type magecraft, so it's the first time I see something like this."
Not only that, she had never bothered with learning any spells except Mana Burst.
"I see. Want me to show you cooler stuff?"
He had unknowingly picked up quite a lot of simple spells on his many reincarnations, so he might as well start training them.
Entertaining the curious king-in-training was a bonus. A great one at that.
"Yes!"
She nodded so much that Sora thought she was roleplaying as a woodpecker.
"Haha, you sure are excited."
"Un!"
After getting up from his bed, more comfortable clothes appeared around Sora before he tried to lead the woman outside the room, but–
A hand grasped his, the figure of Artoria quickly leading him outside.
Sora felt it was oddly natural but didn't know why. Shrugging, he followed the lead of Artoria.
...
After they reached a clearing, Artoria sat on the grass and crossed her legs, watching him with interest. This caused him to remember he had zero knowledge on how to find a skill.
He didn't even know his Elemen–
[User's Element is 'Nothingness,' a gift from Creator.]
Nothingness was a hard Element to understand.
Imagine a computer: 1 means 'on' while 0 means 'off.' However, what would happen if the computer wasn't turned on, to begin with? What if it didn't even have the energy required?
The last option was 'Nothingness,' and the magi who had this Element could manipulate it to some extent.
However, as a member of the Imaginary Elements family, it barely had any practitioners, so Sora had to figure out how to use it by himself.
Of course, he had an overpowered cheat to use: past lives.
As a being that could bend the laws of physics, he had understood the concept of Nothingness pretty well.
With his new... Personality (?), however, he had to relearn everything from the ground up.
He blinked his eyes, suddenly finding himself in a dark world with red strings everywhere, looking like a river.
(Image.)
He raised his hand, the red strings snaking around his body and covering his right arm whole.
This place was his Soul, each of the red strings representing one of his past lives. He could access the place anytime he wished, although he couldn't utilize it before.
A red lotus blossomed within his open palm facing the 'sky,' releasing a beautiful light. It was all of his knowledge about the Void combined into one simple tool.
It would take a while to go through all the material, though. Not that it mattered, everyone had to start from somewhere.
His condition was a lot better than most magi, anyway.
He found himself in reality once again, noticing that not one second had passed. Artoria hadn't caught his sudden sleepiness, it seemed, although she might have been just too attracted to the red flower in his hands to see.
He pulled out one petal from the flower, sending his Prana into it. The petal suddenly turned to dust, an illusion of a young man strikingly similar to Sora appearing before the duo.
"Ahem, I hope this is working for you, my future self!"
This was wrong; his past selves shouldn't even be capable of smiling.
"Now, let's start with the basics."
Although he had many questions, Sora knew that an illusion wouldn't answer them.
Sighing, he willed it to pause before sitting next to Artoria.
'Time to learn about abstract concepts unable to be understood by the human mind, I guess.'
At least he could cuddle with the young knight while he learned.
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MC will be glass cannon for a while. Not for long, though.
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