Revelations and Discoveries.

Fire, smoke, and chaos were the images that destroyed the city that was once peaceful, she walked through the empty streets of a ghost town.

The sky was dark, an eternal night that no one knows when it appeared.

The woman did not know what was worse, the disturbing silence, or the noises of the bones of enslaved souls.

She didn't know how long she was walking.

How did this happen?

As if the universe answered her question, the clouds of smoke suddenly cleared, revealing a dark image in which she recognized immediately, rising on the horizon was a great tower whose shadow stained everything that was within reach.

A horrified sigh of salt from his lips.

N-can't be

it can't be happening!

There was still time.

Where was your family?

Your mind becomes a whirlwind

The world moves away as it runs back to the place it called home, never noticing that it was getting even closer to the object of its fears.

Eventually, he saw the walls of his house in the distance and for a moment he knew that this was the place to rest a sword, desperate he ran towards it, getting closer and closer to his destination.

Finally, she reached the immense gate that guarded the entrance to her house, the walls around her were cracked and stained with pitch, thus increasing her fear.

Remembering her family renewing her determination she pushes with effort, moaning against her strength, the gate opens giving her the ticket. The woman ran inside, closing the gate behind her. In the distance, something howled along with the amazing sound of mad laughter.

Preparing for the battle to come, he turns to continue his course when his body automatically freezes in shock

Soon he was faced with what should be his home, debris was everywhere, scattered on the floor. Vines and vines were entangled in stones and wood, between the cracks, black and bulbous flowers bloomed whose scent reminded her of carrion.

But it was not that scene that had stopped it.

She recognized the pieces of rubble, they were the forms of statues, statues that she had seen before, these represented great and terrible beings divided into seven classes full of glory and greed, beings represented power incarnate.

More now they lay here, scattered, ruined, and desecrated.

That's when he heard something from above, looking up, his mouth opening in a cry of silent horror.

For his house was at the base of the immense tower.

The mud, black as pitch. it dripped and slid, falling slowly to the ground below. accumulate, leaving holes, cracks, and deep places.

Angra Mainyu, all the evils of humanity.

Mud tracked and tracked. Headquartered. I was hungry.

"Must involve the fighters. "

that's when he touched it.

"And make them more miserable. "

And she fell, absorbed by the darkness, bloody and dirty faces, that screamed at her. Fel was his words, bile and spite manifested, his eyes demanded justice, retribution, salvation.

SaCRificE.

I threw myself off my bed with a scream of dirt stuck in my throat, but stopped and tripped a little when the room I was in turned a little.

Moving my head around the room looking cautiously for the source of my nightmares just to show that I was alone, sweaty, and with my heart pounding in my chest, listening for any noise outside my room.

It was the cicadas singing that graced my ears.

I listened for a few moments to his singing as I took a deep breath, remembering the meditative breathing methods my father had taught me a long time ago.

'Breath slowly through your nose, feel the air path traveled, fill all adversity in an imaginary balloon.

Hold and count to five, feel your heartbeat, remember mind over body.

Release by mouth slowly along with any adversity that has been bottled.

Repeat this cycle until your mind is clear. '

I had to do 5 repetitions of this cycle until I felt that I would not be scared by any sudden noise.

More appeased and with the reminiscent of dreams still in her mind, Kuro gets up from his futon and walks over to his closet, opening it (no more than picking up the key that was hidden in one of the drawers) and taking out a wooden chest with details flowery that reminded her a lot of cherry blossom (Fuji-nee welcome gift) whose length was equivalent to that of her arm, its interior was separated into 2 "silver beams" that moved when the lid was raised.

Each interior contained a few hardcover notebooks as well as various objects (paint, brushes, and a pencil and pen case) arranged systematically with the paints in the background, the notebooks in the middle.

Taking all the necessary materials, he returns to the futon where he starts to draw, the blackish lines that marked the white of the paper were visible even with the little light that came from his window, little by little the lines took shape bringing life to beauty, but macabre art.

With varying shades of gray and black, the image of the penultimate moment of his dreams came in, the statues overwhelmed by the darkness that flowed like a river from the immense shadow that would be raised behind them.

Putting the pencil aside, Kuro carefully scans the details of the drawing, both suppressed and satisfied that he still possesses his ability to exercise this craft.

One of the things she had been so dedicated to in her old life, mainly because her family had a certain passion for any type of art, even when everyone was looking to exercise science as their profession.

With a certain air of nostalgia, the girl begins to leaf through her sketchbook, one of the 10 notebooks whose sheets were marked with varied images of her dreams, a character she remembered and some fan art that she put on just to get a little the dark weight that marked its leaves.

An example of these images was a brief drawing of the counter-guardian version of his beloved older brother dressed in the Ruby kaleid prism uniform.

A small malicious laugh escaped his lips and he briefly wondered if in the future he could get away with trying to dress him in a dress, whether he was conscious or not.

Meanwhile, somewhere out of time and space, there was an immense hill of the earth with swords of all kinds fixed to the ground as if it were stonework with a sky in eternal dusk filled with huge and rusty gear, on top of that hill there was a figure whose body was made by swords that figure slept in a deep sleep, only to be abruptly awakened, frightened and confused the counter-guard fights against the sleep that was forced on him by the throne, a battle in which he had long since lost, in the last moments of her conscience Emyia realizes somehow to be able to sense the bad omen and realizes desperately that her pride would soon be destroyed.

Back Fuyuki in the vicinity of a certain church it was possible to hear loud laughter from a male voice, confusing the resident of his ranks who wondered what had amused their king so much.

After figuring out all the possible ways to put his Aniki in place, and stop him from being a goddamn drama queen, seriously because he would try to kill himself with the goddamn paradox but not the idiot and too proud to solve it so pragmatically maybe if I screw with his pride he will use his neurons to solve his problem while continuing to look at its contents, he started to think about his actions to follow.

It's been 1 month and 10 days since I was adopted by Kiritsugu and I had that dream, since those days many strange things had happened to me.

To begin with, we discovered that besides being more intelligent, I was also somehow stronger than a child my age, in fact, I had a physical strength very similar to the taiga, is how we found it....

Flashback On

Two girls alone, An animated tiger, A challenge that touched your soul ending with a dojo totally ruined.

Flashback Off

I can only say that Shirou was not the only Emyia who won the helicopter mother award.

In fact, I was extremely shocked when I realized how overprotective to-chan was, that after he realized that I hadn't opened my magic circuits, seriously every day that the similarities between these two become more apparent, they became very paranoid after that.

Not without reason, of course, the following days were extremely uncomfortable, I had to be careful not to break certain things around me, yes I was not so strong as to rip the refrigerator door or bend an iron bar with mine. own hands, but still had the body of a six-year-old with extremely short limbs who lived in a house, a wooden house and with rice paper curtains on the doors, large with two companions of the opposite gender.

A child who had to push through the doors since he was too short to reach the door handles and had to be careful with the dishes and utensils he put on the table in addition to being one of those responsible in the kitchen, a six-year-old child whose the strength that could match that of the Taiga.

Yes, we had to change many things during those weeks, who knew that porcelain was so fragile, or the doors, or the cutlery...

On the positive side, according to the local magus, after many observations, research and deep analysis of my being, that my muscles are denser than they should be, although he does not know why, since his specialty was not spiritual healing, it is I had an idea of who the local specialty on the subject might be, the only specialist outside the limits, who might have a vague idea of why this was happening and she really doesn't want to meet that damn false priest, the only thing to do was to train to control this problem, as there is a likelihood that it will develop as it matures.

To say that I had not been worried would be an understatement.

In fact, I was frightened by the prospect of not being physiologically human, because of my own anatomical understanding, muscle strength is given by the quantity, durability, and resistance in the muscle fibers that make up its interior.

For the muscles to be denser there must be a greater number of muscle fibers, as I do not appear to be a child bodybuilder, I can deduce that my muscle fibers are thinner, which could be extremely bad, since they would break every time I contract to flex or flex, to balance it I would have to not only make my muscle fibers thinner, but also more durable and resistant.

unfortunately, the Nasu universe was not known for giving its pawns a rest, especially those who had a great destiny in their future.

Why do I say this because a few days after that diagnosis, you hear a horrible incident?

You see, I never knew how or why I could speak in a completely different language from which I was native and I didn't even want to go deeper or discover the cause, who in their right mind would mess with the one thing that allows them to understand the world around them, it is already that this mystery was something benign, I left it as it was and went on with my life.

Maybe if I was, if I wasn't so confident, it wouldn't bite my ass again.

Why do I now have an intimate understanding of how the people at the Tower of Babel felt when they were stripped of the ability to understand what their comrades did.

Fear, anxiety and despair.

Feelings that I felt when I realized that I didn't understand my family and neither did they understand me.

I thank the stars for to-chan, because it was thanks to his profession that he learned that he was speaking another language, and not that she developed aphasia, is that he recognized it as the Latin American language, although he does not understand the dialect, besides of his experience in keeping calm in life and death situations, was exhaustively tested that day, no matter how good he is at controlling his feelings, but from the moment his daughter started crying, the torment in his head between the cold reason and the desire to take a gun and kill the reason that made you cry.

Unfortunately, it happened in the morning just when the taiga decided to visit earlier, so we had no choice but to go to the hospital to find out why I had this problem.

Do you know how scary it is to be on a hospital stretcher listening to your family talking to the doctor without understanding a gram of the subject they were talking about, fearing that you will never understand them again ?, this and other moments are a reminder of that I was just a shadow of what I was before, and no matter how adult my mind may still have my body's instincts and feelings, even as a 6 year old child.

To say that I was happy when I found out it was a momentary problem would be an understatement.

According to Dr. Katsu-sensei, he was becoming the family doctor at this rate, "This problem was a side effect of accumulated stress that led Kuro-chan to return to his mother tongue, in fact, this was the result of your unconscious to relieve all that heavy load ".

When Taiga asked about how I would remember to speak a foreign language when I had amnesia the doctor explained, giving the example that "Just like a sheet of paper whose scratched mark still leaves its mark, the same thing happens with the brain, although your conscious doesn't remember, your subconscious still has the memory marks erased "

As a result, the doctor wanted to know the reason for such more to-chan stress and with his Jedi magic I managed to make him forget about it, he did it after sending taiga with Shirou to the cafeteria to bring a sweet to calm Kuro-chan

Later, they found out, To-chan and Nii, that and after Kiritsugu made sure she hadn't received any mind control magic while he wasn't looking, that the language in which she spoke was Brazilian known as Portuguese, in addition, both of them committed themselves to do something to prevent this situation from recurring, in that case, we would receive English class together with Fuji-nee (the idea of to-chan) and that he would learn Portuguese for his beloved imouto not be more scared (no need to say who had this idea ).

I thank the stars above who were speaking Portuguese and not the language that my Ummum had taught me.

I am extremely happy that Kiritsugu adopted me because when I asked him why he had not abandoned me for not being like the other girls he told me, in his own way, that for him and me he was his daughter, even if he was not of blood he was still his daughter.

Then again he had fallen in love with a homunculus and had a daughter with her so what was it like to have another non-human girl as your daughter?

?!

?!

Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, I act quickly to close my notebook, quickly hiding it under the cover.

In perfect weather, especially when the stage owner was getting ready to enter.

"Ku-chan, it's time to ... huh, are you awake yet?" says Nii after opening the door.

"Hai," I reply, confirming by putting all my energy into that answer, praying mentally that Shirou's big Nii radar won't detect even a lie.

If he knows, he will say to to-chan and they will both be worried and end up telling me to stay in bed, leading Kiritsugu to use his magic circuits just to create a remedy to solve my problem, thus evolving his curse.

Something he has abused a lot lately.

I refuse to be the reason for your death.

"Hmm," says the boy with a suspicious look before approaching and placing the back of his hand and my forehead.

Please don't find out, please don't find out, please don't find out ...

It was when he looked into my eyes that I realized how lost this battle was.

What did I do

"This is strange and normally I would have to wake you up for breakfast as you and a lazy sleeper' prefer a warm bed to face the frigid air of dawn '"

Because they shone very sharply, their expression darkened and for a moment I thought that my Aniki had somehow replaced my Nii.

I created a monster

"Then explain why you lost your sleep last night and why didn't you come to me or tou-san for help?"

Note to yourself after getting out of this mess, improve on your ability to lie.