Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25601391-20151007163914/@comment-25741981-20151009071954

NOTE: i wrote quite a bit during my spare time so this is quite long... lol

The scene he saw was completely from what he imagined besides the fact that there was a girl of course.

But hiding behind the corner, he wasn’t sure what to do about this.

At the supposed scene of rape was instead a scene of two people; one was a man, holding a sword of a relative size, and the other was a female, being attacked by the male and was attempting to evade his attacks.

He was really unsure, he could save the girl barely and get the girl. But chances were likely that she may be acquainted to a master hidden amongst the city right now. Seika could not take the risk of revealing his tactics against the man.

For now he should remain as the ‘ordinary powerless student male'.

Magic circuits are meant to be kept at the minimum. And witnesses should not be allowed at this state.

And then a boy ran in as the girl got hit, despite the damage he also took as he received another hit from the man’s long blade. Seika recognised this face, it was one of the members of a school club from his school. His name… Seika forgot.

The boy carried the girl and ran off, opening a chance for Seika to interfere and save both of them.

“Hey big guy!” Seika shouted, and the man turned around. The man’s attention was fully on him this time and the two had escaped to a safe distance.

Then the sudden regret kicked in.

“Well too bad I don’t get the girl… she was somewhat attractive,” He muttered his words of regret. The man ran at a fast speed and lunged, pointing his blade towards Seika.

One thing was for sure, the man attacking him was certainly not a servant.

As all the classes were already taken by now, the only class attribute that suited this man was just Saber. And being the master of Saber himself already confirmed that this man was an outsider.

Extra measures were not needed.

Killing him was unnecessary.

With these thoughts Seika threw his bag in the sky. Pieces of paper scattered from the bag and fell between two. Using the falling paper as cover Seika ran straight towards the falling paper as well. He slid his hand on the blade smoothly and grabbed hold of the blade when he almost reached the handle. His hand started to slowly bleed. He used the other hand to give another strike towards just beside the man’s neck; A direct hit on the pressure points and knocked him out unconscious.

He then called the police.

“Uhh… I found a man possessing arms illegally and was spotted attacking a female citizen. He’s currently unconscious at █████ street.

Uh… that’s pretty much it I guess.”

After the call, Seika went down and packed up all his study notes into his bag. And unfortunately some were stained in his own blood.

“Well, I should’ve at least packed a first-aid kit just in case,” He muttered again for his usual habit.

It was probably the best choice earlier to not use the reality marble that he mastered. Even though the person himself rarely uses any amounts of mana, he had barely managed to understand concepts of how certain magi perform and the use of these type of magic, and One-line reality marbles spells in particular.

After everything was packed up and that the blood on the blade had been cleaned, Seika immediately left the area. And by the he was already long gone when the police arrived to the location about few minute later.

He whistled along as he walked carefreely back to his house. And suddenly, the whistling stopped; he was back at his home. He took out the keys and got inside, saying a simple phrase of ‘I’m back.’

There were no response.

As if he could expect any, for the moment being his parents were overseas due to work.

Technically he’s living alone.

That breaks perhaps one law of being underaged.

But it was temporary anyways.

Seika threw his bag onto his bedroom bed and took another change of clothes. Casual jeans with a somewhat formal shirt. Along with that he carried a book from one of his bookshelves.

He had not fight for a wish, only to fight for the fight that is to come.

The Holy Grail War, a fight between 7 pairs for the Holy Grail for the sole purpose to seek to have one’s wish. Each of the pair has one of ‘Master’, the summoner, and ‘Servant’, the familiar being summoned. Servants may vary from heroic spirits of past legends, myths, folk, stories and even more. These servants are classified into 7 classes and one servant of each kind.

The first three knight classes are Saber, Lancer and Archer.

The remaining four horseman classes are Rider, Assassin, Caster and Berserker.

Seika was now in the basement of his house. He checked the book, the magic circle he had formed on the ground was just as instructed on the book, all that was remaining was for the chant.

“Fill, Fill Fill, Fill, Fill.

Repeat five times

But destroy each when filled.

To be the new and the reborn.

I will become the norm of all men.

Thou shall come under my command,

Who thou art the one who bears the crown,

And I, who shall bear my fate along with thy sword.

If thou dost accede to this will and reason, answer me!

The King of Kings!"

Then the magic circle flashed, the strong winds coming from magic circle knocked him back against the wall.

Seika covered his eyes, barely able to see what was happening anymore. Once the flash faded away, he saw a female figure.

A breathtaking figure.

A stunningly beautiful woman, her looks gave off the innocent feeling.

She stood before him; his servant.

"I ask you, Are you my master?"