First steps towards a better future! (part 2)

"...Who do you think you are to seduce my sister!" shouted the fuzzy future to my brother.

The idiot was a teenager aged around 14 or 15 years old he was accompanied by two other henchmen, by the uniforms they wore as well as the schedule could conclude that they were students of Homurahara Academy.

Troublesome students asking to take a beating.

The group leader was holding my Nii by the shirt collar with a serrated fist, his other arm was raised in a typical but sloppy punching pose.

My idiot brother was leaning against a wall, with no intention of defending himself, we both knew that between Tou-chan's and Fuji-nee's teachings he would be more than capable of defending himself.

In fact, if he wasn't so clueless he wouldn't have gotten into this situation in the first place, hasn't Tou-chan already told thousands to avoid alleys and that crowds were the best methods to outwit the aggressors?

Baka Anija! do I always have to save your ass?

"Hey!" scream calling the attention of both "Leave my Nii alone".

"Get off you brat! This brat here has to learn a lesson" shouts the Minion 1.

"What lesson would that be?! You are neither your teacher nor our father! What right do you have to hurt him?! "Said the girl putting her hands on her hips as she stared at the idiot

"Take care of your life, brat. If we want to hit this guy, we will. Or would you prefer that you be the one?!" screams Minion 2

"Haha, if you can just touch me, I'll give you all the money I have"

His words incited, even more, his anger, in a brutal impulse the teenager throws my Nii violently to his allies, who hold him tightly, with a malicious smile he approaches and snapping his fingers and making a fist, soon he was in front of me, casting a shadow over my tiny body.

"Look here little girl, I really wouldn't want to hurt you so pretend you didn't see us, why don't you go home and play dolls? Your brother will be coming home soon."

That was the last straw, she moves without even thinking, with the little training she had with her father she attacks.

Before the teenager realizes she kicks his privates, the boy bends over and falls forward.

Taking advantage of the fall, she deviates to the left, reaches out to grab his wrist, and without losing momentum pulls carelessly behind his back, not realizing that she had used all her strength.

'Snap!'

The sound of breaking bones resonated through the neighborhood, followed by the scream of pain was music to her ears.

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In the Emiya family's office, two figures were sitting in a Kotatsu drinking tea.

"*Gochisousama Deshita " Apologizes the girl.

"Kuroko, people are bitter and would not understand about our gifts, they would be shocked if they found out about what we are capable of, it's because of envy and greed they would never accept us, that's why the moonlight world lives in the obscurity".

"You must understand that life's difficulties are unavoidable, but that doesn't mean you should submit to them, kuro-chan not everything in life and resolved by violence, the important thing is that you must learn from these difficulties and adapt the norms that life gives you".

"Do you know why we fall kuroko?…. we fall so we can learn to get up, but first p you need to understand that there are things you shouldn't do, there are rules that shouldn't be disturbed.

Never do something overtly disturbing. Save this for when no one is looking. However your brother needs to learn to defend himself, but he will never do that if you keep protecting him in unnecessary situations, you understand me?".

"Hai". says the girl. "well, now go to your room, no inventions and just consider going home from school for a week." Kirigtsu said.

"Hai, Tou-chan," said the girl crestfallen, walking to the door.

"It's Kuro-chan" he calls, making her stop at the door "I'm proud of you"

.... Later that same week...​

"So...you can't come because you're grounded?" said Gil while moving the pawn, it was already the second day of punishment, right after that in the night of that same day Tou-chan traveled abroad again leaving us in the care of Fuji-nee, he also instructed Shirou to observe my punishment already that he believed that he would have a firmer hand than taiga and that he would not try to lessen my punishment saying it was for my own safety and pointing out the risks of my actions.

Unfortunately, he forgot my brother's tendencies to exaggeration, Shirou's mother-chicken side was awakened and he somehow associated that he was at risk of being killed on the street and so he forbade me to leave the house, furthermore he also managed to include Fuji-nee in this evil scheme.

It wasn't until the afternoon of the second day of confinement that Gil came to keep him company I didn't know how he got through the wards in the house, but I can theorize if that's the version I think, that it was due to his experience.

what led us to this peculiar scene.

We were playing chess, which he pulled from his gate, which is terribly unfair. Op seriously, do you know what I would do if I had a self-filling storage space? , at that moment he was sitting in front of me cross-legged, the gold board was spread out in front of us, watching the position of his golden pieces I calculate what actions I should take, then I choose my silver knight advancing from position e2 to g1.

"Not being able to leave the house except to go to school and without inventions for a week", I reply "I understand that my rash actions may have led to the revelation of the moonlit world."

"besides right now I'm a big risk because of my superhuman abilities." I say calmly, ignoring that this morning I complained about the injustice of the world.

Selective amnesia, her name is Emyia Kuroko!

"Tou-chan said I should take these days to relearn Self-Control, but how am I supposed to know I'd break his arm?"

snorting * he answers me

"One of the many evils of being a child again…" he said pausing a bit to move my sheik's bishop.

"…but it doesn't compare to the benefit of going back to childhood either," he said, looking at me.

"Speak like it's a blessing…" I respond calmly, looking at the board analyzing and looking for possible pitfalls.

"..And it's not?" asks the blonde.

I stand for a few seconds with my mind blank, taking a deep breath, I decide to answer as honestly as possible, lifting my head to look into her glowing red eyes.

"Everything in life has its order, as far as I know, the dead don't belong to the world of the living", I reply seriously in a monotone

"Emiya Kuroko…." calls with some seriousness before continuing "… from all means, from all options, why did you choose this name?" he asks looking at me intently.

"Because it represented my duality, to remember where I came from and what I lost" I answer without having to think about the answer, as it was something I thought deeply about when I was in the hospital.

In a way I understood why he asked such a question, few could understand the double meaning of the context that was both literal and significant.

For those who better understand your question, I was focused on my choice, why among so many paths I chose to follow when I could very well have turned my back and abandoned everything.

But he doesn't understand that for me there was no option to abandon everything, that from the moment he gave me his hand I would never abandon him.

Even if I have to burn myself in the process.

"Names have power." the blonde responds vaguely after a few minutes of contemplative silence.

Only the two people in the room knew the depth of this statement.

Kuro nodded in acknowledgment: that had been a sentiment echoed by many people in the past.

At the same time, she couldn't help but see the matter from a different point of view.

"But at the same time, although the names can identify who you are, they cannot identify what you are. A rose with any other name would have the same sweet smell", quoted Kuroko, knowing full well that he would understand the reference.

Since hello sage king of Uruk

"Names are only powerful if we give them power." she summed up, feeling almost like she was infringing on some kind of copyright. Maybe Harry Potter? "But as fascinating as this tangent is, I doubt I'm just here to discuss the importance of nomenclature"

"In fact". said the boy with too much joy for my liking

"I'm here to entertain myself with my little Kohai who's grounded for saving her older brother, plus Cheque Mate"

"Nani?"

Come back again?

Quickly looking at the board, I realize that my king was helpless to attack by his bishops.

The son of a bitch shot me in the corner.

"tongue." said the boy with a smile worthy of the Cheshire Cat.

"This is Senpai cheating!" whining pointing at him

I knew it was a trap

000

The book began by explaining both types of magic. Innate and acquired.

Innate magic was the magic inherent in various races, those that can be awakened through bloodline circuits the awakening of talents already acquired magic is learned through various Rituals and is trained from an early age to be able to master them, its effect depends on the excellence of those who own it.

Magic is interest. This is a vital factor in all acquired magic. What keeps you interested - what do you accept, hate, want, regret, love, swear, wait? The trigger is already inside you. Your circuits will carve your soul in a blazing sun

But what is magic for me?

Magic was power. A power to defeat enemies. It's not a shield for allies like Archer, but for taking down the enemy and removing them from your paths like Gill or the Assasin Emiya, to protect those you love.

What kind of thing is magic to me?

Thing? It was a vague question, but for Kuroko magic was nothing more than a mystery, something inexplicable, which leaves us perplexed, which awakens curiosity, the desire to investigate or escape. Something secret and hidden, a card up your sleeve that you only use in extreme moments.

Magic was an unknown force, a foundation whose secrets were never unlocked, strong, fierce but neutral, neither good nor bad.

What do you look for in magic?

To get stronger, for him. To get faster, for him. To protect those you love, ease your pain, and support you in your worst moments, be your shield. Like a shade that protects you from the scorching heat. Like the night that obscures the vision of evils, like a ray that runs across the sky. More than anyone, more than anyone, more than anyone. Faster than anyone else.

For him.

She didn't want to become a hero, an idiot chasing an impossible ideal, To be someone who reacts at the first sign of trouble and ends decisively was asking to have an insane amount of enemies, no, she was a Byronic archetype within this suicidal family, not even black sheep nor white lotus, she would fight only for those she loved and who needed to be saved.

Because sometimes people are cruel to others, and that doesn't mean we should forgive them and then forget about their mistakes.

No

She would not forgive and instantly forget that, she would consider what they did, some things are unacceptable and unforgivable.

But if it's harmless, or if the person sincerely apologizes and makes good amends, then maybe they can forgive you but know they'll never forget.

Anyone who claims to forget is nothing but a fool.

She was selfish and petty, she wouldn't waste any of her energies to save any unfamiliar faces.

She would do anything to protect those she loves, would hurt and destroy to save the lives that mattered to her.

'You shouldn't bet unless she's sure she's going to win.'

Even though in the end it was useless, even though everyone and everything said no, she kept chasing...she felt it would put him one step closer to her ideal.

Protect those you love, ensure a happy ending, a full and healthy life.

That's why I was here right now, the explanation I read in that book had highlighted a lot of things I had to meditate on and reflect on.

One thing I discovered while meditating was that just as I was able to concentrate and try to clear my mind of distractions, I was also able to improve my awareness. Being careful not to lose anything in my peripheral vision, paying more attention to sounds and smells, although I'm a little more aware of my touch to feel the air around my skin.

That's it gave me an idea.

Taking care not to lose concentration, turning more of my attention to sounds and smells, even though I am a little more aware of my sense of touch to feel the air around my skin.

At this point, it's difficult to maintain concentration in one direction, let alone all of them, but I managed to lift it for a moment once or twice. I hope I'm not wasting my time on this.

Breathe in, out.

'Keep pace, turn off distractions.'

Breathe in, breathe out.

'Eyes closed, sounds turned off, ignoring smells, forgetting the discomfort of sitting, discarding the feeling of heartbeat'.

Breathe in, out.

As I become more focused on my breathing, my other senses begin to blunt, step-by-step, willful ignorance yielding to purposeful focus.

Slowly but surely, the eroded senses sharpened my concentration until nothing but the sensation of my breath and my awareness remained.

The next two steps from now on will be the most difficult. I can somehow get into this meditation phase in one out of ten attempts, which is nothing but impressive considering I'm mostly self-taught and the sheer speed with which I advance to this stage, however, it was just a fluke that I caught it. on the next step.

"The rich get richer and the poor get poorer," a saying far truer than anyone is willing to admit to himself, especially if he's on the poor end of the scale. It's funny that it also more or less applies when dealing with Od.

Focus.

A terminal in the Enterprise control room, my fingers type in a code starting the engine, in a dark room that contained a core of a silver star on its axis releasing rays and currents of pure fire, a small drop of this energy and carefully directed by a pipe and fills 1/10 of one of the 72 containers.

A Spark out of place and everything explodes.

'Walking with death indeed'. I think to myself before checking the results.

With that mental trigger, I could feel my Od running through the circuit ready to be used. At this point, issuing prana from my hands is an easy and instinctive process, and I guide you to "coat" a stick I prepared earlier. It's a strange process and it feels like a viscous fluid, like honey, or maybe blood, is spreading. I can feel the prana being 'part' of myself a few inches outside my body, giving myself a never-before-felt-but-not-quite-touching dick.

It's a very strange feeling.

I cut off the flow of odors and can feel the prana outside my body dissipating.

Taking a deep breath, I can't help but smile. Success!

After many failures and a few sore fingers and hands, my first proto-spell is done. Indeed, I can't do much with it, but without a magic system, I have to reinvent well over and over again. The only thing this quasi-spell lacks is an Aria, but to be honest, I don't think I deserve something this complicated for that alone, and frankly, I don't have any good idea for smug spell words.

Emiya Shirou maintained a ridiculously limited magical vocabulary and managed to use his art, while Rin turned the slaughtered Germanic into magic words. I'm sure I can manage without Arias for a little while longer.

Both were geniuses at their best, the difference in themselves and that each of them grew up in different environments.

I may be biased but I believe with all my heart that Shirou is far more genius than Toshaka, for even without having grown up in a conducive environment, he still developed splendidly, going further than any magician could have gone.

If he could develop without proper magical education, what if he were taught the correct mystical arts, maintaining a Kirigtuso morality?

a motivated EMIYA, a terrible enemy to deal with. He can do a lot of bullshit if you give him good quality swords for him to see.

So my answer... A lot, it's like they say 'For a good master, bad tool is no excuse'

Anyway, congratulations on my first spell, Structural Analysis!

Now that I have a better sense of my own Od and have opened my first circuit, my fitness training is progressing by leaps and bounds. The more I train, the more I feel my Ods reserves increase, which gives me more energy to push my training at a faster pace. Not that I'm complaining, but it's an interesting discovery.

Meditation, senses, and spell training are improving at a steady, albeit slow pace, even though my point of reference is my brother who had magic circuits but weaker than mine to compare.

The key to performing such spells was nothing less than perception.

Now that I have a better sense of my own Od and have opened my first circuit, my fitness training is progressing by leaps and bounds. The more I train, the more I feel my Od reserves build-up, which gives me more energy to speed up my training. Not that I'm complaining, but it's an interesting discovery.

Meditation, senses, and spell training are improving at a steady if slow pace, though my only point of reference is my own brother, who had magical but weaker circuits than mine to compare.

But it can always be a positive thought.

Aside from the fact that Od is literally vital energy, then the quick and dirty rule is that + Od = + healthy.

It's not exactly a good analogy, but it's close enough for my purposes. In this case, it's not just making me 'stronger', it's making me more 'energetic', which allows me to work harder on the physical exercises, which excites your Od even more, which makes it even more energetic and so on. against. and so on.

There is a hard cap to this positive feedback based on how much Od she has and her own physical abilities, but her potential to train harder has been incredibly improved.

A person is born with a certain amount of Od at birth and 'spends' it under certain conditions, such as very strenuous exercise or to help prevent disease.

Considered extremely difficult, it is possible to produce and store, I will still discover something in 2 months wait for me, more Od in a person's body, it would take years of constant effort and in the end, it can only increase a small amount of a person's Od by one or two points.

This usually changes when someone is born with Magic Circuits, as the main function of Magic Circuits is to collect mana from the environment and help replenish the person's Od reserves more quickly, and they still retain this ability even after the circuits are opened and used as conductors for magecraft.

When someone ingests prana for a long time, their own Od production and storage capacity increase, which is why mages generally have much higher Od reserves than normal people.

Like Arthur Conan Doyle. once wrote: "It is a capital error to theorize before having all the evidence."

He also explains why magus loves and idolizes the lineage issue so much, knowing their skills have been developed and honed in each generation to become an exceptional magus...no wonder they feel above the rest.

That's all the more reason to hate them all.

They are nothing more than a bunch of freeloaders who think they are the best for simply inheriting something that was developed by their ancestors, lavishing riches that were created with the tears, blood, and sweat of their ancestors, using their family names as a shield to cover your flaws and incompetence.

I have no doubt that the psychopathic problems developed in the enlightened world are due to incest.

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(A/N: I ask you to listen to this song while you read this part. https://youtu.be/c8_zKrmY2y4)

In the beginning, there was THE EMPTY, there was no life, there were no forms, only eternal darkness.

In the darkness emerged THE BEING that soon after a long time created THE HEAVENLY, which floated dispersed in the vast space.

However, there was a singularity, because among these there was THE LIGHT.

THE LIGHT was eternal, there was nothing like it, its splendor was unique, even among its own, throughout its existence. THE LIGHT developed wisdom and use than it was solitary.

LIGHT then understood why THE CREATOR a creole.

THE LIGHT knew that it was not like THE BEING, that one desires before becoming THE CREATOR, it also knew that creating was never out of its function, which was to observe is to illuminate, but it still wanted a change, 'I didn't want to be alone', it's for this a sacrifice should be made.

The resulting explosion released an immense amount of light particles of varying sizes, some as big as olive and others as small as a grain of sand.

They dispersed, creating new forms and nuclei, evolving beyond what they once were.

However, there existed some exceptional exceptions of the sacrifice made by the LIGHT 6 huge fragments were formed, unlike the others the fragments contained a great part of the essence of THE LIGHT.

Their splendor as well as THE LIGHT, were unique even among themselves with resources to ascend beyond their essence, as proud jewels of their essence, they will disperse throughout the cosmos.

Jewel of Wisdom.

Jewel of Mercy.

Jewel of Courage.

Jewel of Benevolence.

Jewel of Justice

Jewel of Faith.

These received the mission of LIGHT and knew that as they separated, one day they would return as one.

But from this formation came something that THE LIGHT had no choice about, something that could turn out to be both Good and Evil.

Hidden in its shadows a hidden fragment has formed, a jewel so dark that the light is reflected, the seventh is this becoming known as The Jewel of Faithfulness, she is the shadow of the Jewel of Faith, it is her duty to ensure the return of light.​

"Ū̶͓̔̃̃͌͗n̷̗̝͉͎̖͈̎̄̇͆t̷̢̫̮͖̰͈̱͓̬̉̒̈̒̚ͅỉ̷̧̢̘̟͚̝̌l̸̲̫̭͎̓͑̑̏̊͛͛̍́͂ ȅ̴͖̍̈́̐̆̈́.̶̶̧̧̹̪͚͕̹̪͚͕͂̃͛͂͂͒͂̃͛͂͂͒̚̚͝ve̷̹͊r̸̽y̸̛̱͊̇͋̚̕̚ŏ̸͙̼̉̀̿̆̐͝n̶̬͈̥̞̿́̓̕̚è̸̢̱̊̈́̒ ỉ̷̧̢̘̟͚̝̌s̶͓̳̦͍͕̩͈̰͑͒̈̈́̚ o̷̓͑̌̾͂͗̈́͝͝n̷̗̝͉͎̖͈̎̄̇͆e̷̹͊"​

Her eyes opened with a start, her heart in her throat she moved her head looking for danger, stunned she watched the shadows cast in her room, her mind was a mess

In a cold sweat the child holds her head, her subconscious was drowned by the cacophony of voices that were her instincts, she breathed deeply having a new appreciation for the air entering her lungs.

After a few minutes of listening to her panting breath until she felt safe, when done she lays down again, the mind blank she stares at the ceiling as if it includes the secrets of the entire universe.

Then she raises her arm, ignoring the tremor of it, it is with a moan to cover her eyes.

Well shit, why do I feel this dream wasn't like the others?