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I think a part of the post explosion likely has to do with the guild being finicky and everyone posting when it goes back up again.
It seemed she wasn't the only one to not speak up until all of this happened; thankfully, they seemed to have enough sense about them to realize that a fight now wasn't a good idea. She didn't want to confront the others about what she perceived as being a bit hotblooded; they were team mates, and needed to reach an understanding. Right now, her life was in taters, but there was little she could do. While she didn't treat the situation casually, she could push forward and try to make the most of it as a person.

At least, that's what she told herself. She was barely holding herself together on the outside, and that was with her particularly good skills with charisma and acting as she needed.

Regardless-

"Guys, I know you want to fight, and I can understand why you'd want to make this enemy pay. They're the enemies of humanity...But we're here to train, and become strong. We're nothing in the face of this enemy right now. Lets do our best to change that with time- but this is a hopeless battle, even for the adults." She said her piece with a steady enough tone. While she was nervous on the inside, speaking to groups of people was in her element, so it calmed her down a bit and made it easier.

Anything to get her mind off of this. She had already absorbed all the information, and despite being a strong willed girl, doing nothing can eat away at you right before combat. She wasn't sure if it was excitement or fear, but she needed to do something else before it got the best of her.

Katyusha turned toward the girl who was reaching for a granola bar and smiled warmly in approval of what she had said. However, a little bit of worry showed itself in the smile. She was bottling her emotions in, but this situation was stressful.

"I'm Katyusha. What's your name?" Getting at least one persons name was worth the likely awkward reaction. At the very least, it would get their minds off the current situation while the adults started making decisions. There was little they could do right now but wait the few seconds for everyone to be ready to leave the room.
[ Caster, Backyard, Ryuudouji Temple]

"Oh, I see where your priorities are regarding conversations with others, Master. I suppose I'll need to make sure it doesn't happen again."

The speed of a servant isn't to be underestimated. A normal human cannot even comprehend their speed for a single moment. Of course- Magi are no exception. No matter how good a magus they are, they're certainly still "human". There are certain limits to what a normal body can and cannot do, no matter the level of magical potential it has, at least for modern magi. Of course, Skuld was not held to such limits.

She was a servant.

A simple single action spell threw up a "shadow" of magical energy, obscuring everything behind it in a black haze. It was naturally between Skuld and Rei, as to make sure he couldn't see anything go on.Before his chant was even started, the attack, under the cover of this magical energy began. Dashing forward at a speed that anyone within humanity couldn't even comprehend, Skuld began an all out attack on Christelle.

Unfortunately, there was no way to take her clothing off without destroying it.

So she just settled for groping her and inspecting most of her body through her habit. "Most" meaning all of her body.

"Don't worry master, I'm just making sure your body is pure enough to serve the Church.

It'll be all over soon.

I promise."
Katyusha had kept silent, and stood next to the other children unflinching. While she was still a girl, she had become quite adapt at things like this. She was a social girl, and a popular one at that; hiding your emotions, giving off fake confidence, and so on were all part of being an idol. So while she stood there, doing nothing, she thought and absorbed all the information being thrown out. While the other children interacted, tested the waters with their "Father", and that "Father" responded, the gears in her brain were moving at overdrive. While having time to think and take in everything was nice, she also wanted to blend in. If she were to talk right now Katyusha may have gotten recognized, and it was best to just be scenery right now.

By the time the man offered snacks, she had reached conclusions, but this wasn't the time to worry about them. She had listened carefully to what he said during that call, and prepared to leave. She stood by the snacks waiting for it to be time to go. While she would've liked to know these peoples names, this likely wouldn't be a good time, just like how going over what she had figured out needed to wait. As it was, there wasn't much to do but prepare and leave.

However, she noticed some of her soon to be comrades react to the news of the Cruxi's arrival. Her face darkened somewhat. While it was perfectly fine to be excited for battle, clearly they weren't prepared to fight. She doubted any of them would last long in their current state against any boarding action. It'd be suicide, a waste of death, and she was sure that their "Father" wouldn't send them to fight without any sort of protection or chance. Some people here had blood lust off the battlefield, and that was worrying. These would be the children to keep an eye on, and while she was sure that the people who had captured her were keeping notes, it didn't hurt for her to make sure everything was order anyway.

Other than that, it was clear this situation had degraded. If the cruxi were here, that meant these people were the real deal- the military. In other words, that meant any of her worries about this being some weird rebel or separatist movement were gone. If that were the case, she would've found a way to commit suicide or cause some sort of damage before she'd be forced to betray her Motherland. But now those fears had been mostly erased.

Well, time to get a move on. Perhaps she could cheat the system a bit while they were on the run. Still, time to try and get a question in before they started running. She doubted they'd be leaving this area instantly. Things took time to move and prepare to move, after all.

"Hey, Father, how did they manage to find us? If you guys can kill children easily, I'd imagine we're pretty well hidden." She had two options, try to awkwardly talk to one of the other children, or attempt to talk to the man who had told them to ask questions. It was a long shot considering they were ready to high tail it, but might as well try.

It was pretty clear the guy wasn't her biological father, but it isn't like they could defy them. That was pretty clear from the conclusions she had made earlier. To bad reviewing them was essentially out of the question for now.
I'm alive
[Caster, Backyard, Ryuudouji Temple]

The end of a thousand years is approaching, and certainly humanity will lose "something". Of course this is true. It's a kaleidoscopic of possibilities to the untrained observer, but in reality, time is linear.

Humans aren't. Origins aren't. Indeed, the cycle of life is circular, reincarnate, be reborn an infinite number of times. But only the "intent" is preserved. That's right. Only the origin remains after death. The soul scatters into a thousand beautiful petals and disperses across the world. Only the origin is eternal- not the soul. In a way it's less romantic than the idea of an eternal soul, but in other ways it's more than romantic. It's an infinite cycle of life, rather than death. Even if humanities "bad ends" are numerous, certainly it will one day stumble upon perfection...-

But while life is circular and beautiful, time is not. From the highest dimension, from a branch far away from human perception, above it, it's all linear. "Fate" and "the future" already exist. Even the "Gods", even "Heroes" are subject to that. Indeed, even the observers are subject to this. But these worlds are not absolute. Nothing is eternal. Anything can be killed by "those eyes". If that's the case, they can be destroyed normally. That means fate can be changed. That means there is no absolute.

Yes. While Casters body formed, she thought.

No, she didn't think, she read "that book" and scanned through it. Nothing is certain. It isn't like one is at a "higher level". It isn't like looking down from a birds eye view. No, Caster is an outsider. So while the information is there, "that book" makes no sense to her. In the end, it's a useless thing that's only relevant after it would've been useful. Things like that are the most despicable in Casters opinion. Yes, if one looks forward, there is only one "absolute". -The Red Moon at the end of one thousand years. A wish almost two thousand years old certainly carries a lot of weight.

Arms, legs, torso, head, and so on. The "presence" that existed in that space became an actual being, no longer merely a half formed spirit. So this is what it was like to "live" again after nearly two thousand years of imprisonment.

The information of the Grail flowed into her. So she was in a land within the far east, huh? How disappointing but exciting at all the same time. Certainly the lands of Midgard were much larger then when she had "lived". -However, the lands didn't matter. It was the people who inhabited them. The world is a large game with an infinite number of choices and constant gambits and bets and risks. Not only between humans, of course, but between humans and luck, humans and fate, humans and nature, and humans and the world. The world, even in this day and age, still requires a struggle to live in. There's nothing wrong with such a system, of course.

-But why is there a system? Everything has become so complicated. Rather than real difficulty, there is false difficulty made by a false system. It's real, of course. But any lie is "real" if everyone believes it, right? History is fought in wars, but won by bards, historians, and books. In the end, heroes are nothing without the former and cannot exist without the later. In the end, even a villain with no good traits can become a "Heroic Spirit" if an ancient historian decides their psuedo fanfiction should be put in their historical library or something. But the struggle to live and die- from those few humans with the makings of "Greatness" that inspire and uplift humanity always become eternal. No name is forgotten in humanities quest for survival.

However, this system is dying. "The end of one thousand years", the Moon that will kill humanity is approaching. Times change. This is natural. But extras and their producers are crying for "stagnation" to occur. In other words, while the fate of humanity certainly looks grim, the reasons for it reaching this stage, no matter the outcome, are the same. Stagnation has caused humanities lifeblood to stop. Yes. It's humanities fate to keep going further up and further in. That is the nature of life, but "Alaya" has denied the earnest wish of humanity and its mother. Humanity is at war with itself, and the result will be grim.

My, my. To the world that humanity is destroying in the game of "life", it must seem like a fair game lost. The world doesn't hate its sons and daughters, of course. It's not a sore loser in that regard- but in the first place that "game" humanity is playing with the world isn't a game.

The result, after the year AD 1353 is when things began to fray. But the march of progress led to the final result of the year 2005 AD. There is nothing inherently wrong with technology, or the AD calendar. One doesn't have to be on the front line against the demonic beasts and giants to have "value'. But there must be a game, a struggle, and a will, right?

So in the end-

"The game was set from the very beginning." Humanity has reached "stability" and it doesn't want to change anything to push forward. To stagnate is to die. To stagnate is to lose value. To stagnate is to make a play with nothing but extras, to constantly play a game you cannot lose.

Isn't it sad?

In an instant of time not even lasting a moment, Caster processed this. After all, she's a servant, and a Caster at that. The light and booming wind fades as quickly as that instant lasts. A small girl with a queen like gaze is the only thing remaining in that circle.

Ew, bird guts. Everywhere. Ew. Ew. Ew. Her master had to be some sort of weird sadist.

"Christian girl- I presume you are my master, little Roman?" Ah, being a little girl was tough. Talking big felt awkward in this small form. Perhaps she should change her form, but her master may be into this sort of thing. Still, something wasn't right-

Her hidden right elven ear twitched. For Caster, "detection of the enemy" was a trivial affair. Right behind her was an enemy master without a servant.

Then there was no need to pay attention. Such a man was not a threat, and it would be rude to disengage a conversation with the girl who had summoned her. The boy could be talked to when that was over.

Taking in her surroundings, Caster somewhat appreciated the layout of this temple. Certainly there would be many useful things here, and it would be interesting investigating the magecraft and religion of this far eastern land first hand. In the end, having a grail flood you with knowledge wasn't the same thing as experiencing it yourself.


Ima jump out of Rider and claim Caster in that case. It fits my servant better anyway, even if I lose a good melitlith reference for my riding skill.
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