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Graduation has happened - I am no longer a teacher. Won't have to work 12 hour days + weekends anymore, so maybe I'll actually have enough time for hobbies.
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I sound like a broken record, but only 2 months left till I'm done teaching. Not sure what's next, but it feels like anything would pay more and be less stressful lol
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Only 6 more months till the school years over. If I renew my contract, someone kill me lmao.
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Teacher update: I feel like a villain from a cartoon. The laughter of teenagers gives me migraines, and I no longer feel guilt when giving bad grades to kids that sleep through my lessons.
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First day as a Biology Teacher tomorrow - hopefully the kids will be able to read my handwriting.
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It was a rough night, but in the end, Daisuke managed to survive. It sucked that he couldn't see Edward in action without risking his life, but judging by the retreat of the other Servants that were there, it appeared that Berserker was truly a force to be reckoned with. It was to be expected, considering Berserker was one of the stronger classes, but it was still surprising all things considered. Daisuke was expecting someone less... coherent than Edward, given the level of power he had. And Edward seemed a little too mana efficient - was he supplementing his intake of mana somehow?
Daisuke wasn't too bothered by this line of thought as he walked home. He had managed to survive a very dangerous area, with minimal mana expenditure and only a single confrontation with an enemy Master. She left before Daisuke had a chance to explain his neutrality in the war, but that was probably a good thing. The less time he spent around other Masters during this war, the better. Eventually, Daisuke and Edward managed to make their way back to their home base, and the young master was quick to relax. He wasn't as tired as he expected, given he performed a Servant summoning ritual and engaged in mass combat for a brief time. Daisuke planned on asking Edward how he managed to keep his maintenance costs as low as he did the next day since it seemed extremely useful going forwards.
Daisuke entered his apartment, placed his Tome on the foyer's pedestal, and prepared for bed. His nighttime ritual was usually an extended affair, involving a refreshing bath and careful skincare maintenance - in addition to feeding his favorite familiars, of course. It was a stressful night, however, and Daisuke did not feel like going through so much effort. Instead, he simply got into bed, and slept for the night, completely oblivious to the fact that Assassin had tracked him and his Servant back to their home.
The next morning, Daisuke awoke with a long yawn and overdramatic stretching motion. The stress from the prior night was completely gone, and he was feeling renewed. Today was going to be a good day - hell, maybe he wouldn't even see any other Masters tonight! Thus began the usual morning ritual. Daisuke brushed his teeth, took a morning cold shower to wake up and help his hair and skin, applied all the hair products he needed to keep his kingly mane looking perfectly pedicured, and went to feed his Familiars.
He froze in his tracks when he saw that the pedestal, normally proudly displaying his Tome of Beasts for all to observe, was completely bare. Luckily, he hadn't made his morning smoothie yet, so he didn't drop anything that could shatter, except his feelings. Somehow, someone had broken into the apartment and stole his Familiars! Daisuke's mind raced, searching to figure out the various explanations. Obviously it was an enemy Master, but Daisuke didn't think that they did the act themselves - he didn't know anything other than the basics in any magical arts other than Familiarcraft, and from what he knew, it shouldn't have been possible for a Master to completely break in and steal a single object, without alerting anyone. Like all nights, Survivor was awake the entire time, staying in Daisuke's room in case any roadkill was found outside on the street. It had better senses than a Bloodhound, and Daisuke really doubted a Master could have stolen it without at least alerting Survivor to their presence.
It had to be a Servant - more specifically, it had to be an Assassin. There were no absolutes with Servants, but usually, only Assassins had the ability to hide their presence so well. At this realization, Daisuke boiled with anger. He didn't stop to think that he easily could have died since no one had recognized the enemy Servant's presence. No, he was far too angry - someone stole the closest thing he had to a family and thought they could get away with it. Daisuke, originally not having a use for them other than design, knew exactly what to do with his Command Seals now.
Instead of using them to win the war, like they were intended, he would ruin the thief's chances of winning. The only problem was, while he knew the Servants class, he had no idea who the Master could be. His mind jumped to the only one he knew of, the Red-haired girl, but that would be a grave assumption. He didn't want to kill someone who hadn't slighted him, even an enemy Master. Besides, he didn't know where she was, so wasting a Command Seal to kill her would be pointless.
Daisuke punched the wall in fury, before immediately pulling his fist back and jumping up and down in pain. It hurt much more than he was expecting, but luckily, fate was on his side! He didn't break his hand by punching the wall, and could still pursue his path of vengeance. Daisuke got ready, grabbing his only other Mystic Code and his usual supplies before stuffing them in his duffel bag, and heading out.
"We're leaving Berserker, come on."
Normally Daisuke would fluff that up a bit with fancy words, but he wasn't in the right headspace for that. He stomped down the stairs, not paying attention if his Servant was following him or not. It didn't really matter since what he planned for the day didn't really require his Servants aid too much. Daisuke passed by his manager on the way out the door.
"Oh, you clocking in Nakahara-san? We're just about to ope-"
"I'm not working today, Kojima-sama. I have something important to attend to."
Daisuke slammed the door a little too hard for what he intended - hopefully, it didn't come off as rude. Daisuke immediately started walking down the road, not dressed in his usual Robe and Crown. He didn't have time to put them on before realizing his familiars had gone missing. Daisuke, instead of working, spent several hours in the library, reading up on various mythological heroes. He knew a great deal already about Servants, but he wanted to refresh his knowledge on who he could be up against. He pred over books, searching various mythos and stories from across the world, trying to plot up ideas and strategies in his mind. Brutus? He could classify as an Assassin, without a doubt. Arsene Lupin was a famous fictional Thief, as was Jack from Jack and the Beanstalk - this would certainly be up to their area of expertise.
Hours were wasted at the library until Daisuke reached an inevitable conclusion - There was no way in hell he would manage to pinpoint the enemy Servants identity in this manner, especially if he couldn't confirm or deny it. He went back home in shame, resigning himself to the waiting game. If there was one benefit to being a master, it was that other Masters were very eager to meet him. He could stay awake all night with Edward and kill the Assassin as soon as they returned to kill Daisuke. He made his way back home, entered his apartment, and only ten minutes later, heard a knock at the door. Upon answering it, he was given a telegram, and when he heard it, he grew livid.
So it was the Red-haired Master after all? And now he knew where she was. Daisuke had to restrain himself, moving to his closet and donning his finest Robe and Crown. He nearly took along his scepter, but decided against it - he bought it for a grand occasion, and this was dirty work. He never wanted to hurt someone as badly as he did at that moment, but killing her as soon as he could wouldn't work. She could set a deadman switch on his Tome, and even if it felt good at the moment, killing her would undoubtedly weigh on his conscience. No, he'd have to deal with her civilly, and try to be diplomatic. Daisuke tried to cheer up at this fact - that was what he wanted in the first place, to show that he wasn't a threat!
It was hard to swallow his pride, especially when she stole the closest thing Daisuke considered to a family. Still, he had to be calm - best-case scenario, he could turn the one person who knew where his base was into an ally. Worst case scenario, he would kill her with as many Command Seals as he needed and deal with the consequences.
"Berserker, I need your aid. I might need to kill someone tonight, and if not, protection would still be greatly appreciated."
Daisuke exited his home, preparing to make his way to the address described in the telegram. Luckily, Daisuke was a very good actor - he managed to hide the intense anger he was feeling very well. He still had around 30 minutes to make it to the address, and it was close enough that he didn't see the point in driving there. Of course, he didn't sense any presence nearby, since he didn't even know what the hell a Bounded field was - if Berserker managed to notice them despite their stealth measures, or the pair that were hiding decided to reveal themselves, there was still plenty of time before his meeting with the Red-haired Master.
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Daisuke wasn't too bothered by this line of thought as he walked home. He had managed to survive a very dangerous area, with minimal mana expenditure and only a single confrontation with an enemy Master. She left before Daisuke had a chance to explain his neutrality in the war, but that was probably a good thing. The less time he spent around other Masters during this war, the better. Eventually, Daisuke and Edward managed to make their way back to their home base, and the young master was quick to relax. He wasn't as tired as he expected, given he performed a Servant summoning ritual and engaged in mass combat for a brief time. Daisuke planned on asking Edward how he managed to keep his maintenance costs as low as he did the next day since it seemed extremely useful going forwards.
Daisuke entered his apartment, placed his Tome on the foyer's pedestal, and prepared for bed. His nighttime ritual was usually an extended affair, involving a refreshing bath and careful skincare maintenance - in addition to feeding his favorite familiars, of course. It was a stressful night, however, and Daisuke did not feel like going through so much effort. Instead, he simply got into bed, and slept for the night, completely oblivious to the fact that Assassin had tracked him and his Servant back to their home.
The next morning, Daisuke awoke with a long yawn and overdramatic stretching motion. The stress from the prior night was completely gone, and he was feeling renewed. Today was going to be a good day - hell, maybe he wouldn't even see any other Masters tonight! Thus began the usual morning ritual. Daisuke brushed his teeth, took a morning cold shower to wake up and help his hair and skin, applied all the hair products he needed to keep his kingly mane looking perfectly pedicured, and went to feed his Familiars.
He froze in his tracks when he saw that the pedestal, normally proudly displaying his Tome of Beasts for all to observe, was completely bare. Luckily, he hadn't made his morning smoothie yet, so he didn't drop anything that could shatter, except his feelings. Somehow, someone had broken into the apartment and stole his Familiars! Daisuke's mind raced, searching to figure out the various explanations. Obviously it was an enemy Master, but Daisuke didn't think that they did the act themselves - he didn't know anything other than the basics in any magical arts other than Familiarcraft, and from what he knew, it shouldn't have been possible for a Master to completely break in and steal a single object, without alerting anyone. Like all nights, Survivor was awake the entire time, staying in Daisuke's room in case any roadkill was found outside on the street. It had better senses than a Bloodhound, and Daisuke really doubted a Master could have stolen it without at least alerting Survivor to their presence.
It had to be a Servant - more specifically, it had to be an Assassin. There were no absolutes with Servants, but usually, only Assassins had the ability to hide their presence so well. At this realization, Daisuke boiled with anger. He didn't stop to think that he easily could have died since no one had recognized the enemy Servant's presence. No, he was far too angry - someone stole the closest thing he had to a family and thought they could get away with it. Daisuke, originally not having a use for them other than design, knew exactly what to do with his Command Seals now.
Instead of using them to win the war, like they were intended, he would ruin the thief's chances of winning. The only problem was, while he knew the Servants class, he had no idea who the Master could be. His mind jumped to the only one he knew of, the Red-haired girl, but that would be a grave assumption. He didn't want to kill someone who hadn't slighted him, even an enemy Master. Besides, he didn't know where she was, so wasting a Command Seal to kill her would be pointless.
Daisuke punched the wall in fury, before immediately pulling his fist back and jumping up and down in pain. It hurt much more than he was expecting, but luckily, fate was on his side! He didn't break his hand by punching the wall, and could still pursue his path of vengeance. Daisuke got ready, grabbing his only other Mystic Code and his usual supplies before stuffing them in his duffel bag, and heading out.
"We're leaving Berserker, come on."
Normally Daisuke would fluff that up a bit with fancy words, but he wasn't in the right headspace for that. He stomped down the stairs, not paying attention if his Servant was following him or not. It didn't really matter since what he planned for the day didn't really require his Servants aid too much. Daisuke passed by his manager on the way out the door.
"Oh, you clocking in Nakahara-san? We're just about to ope-"
"I'm not working today, Kojima-sama. I have something important to attend to."
Daisuke slammed the door a little too hard for what he intended - hopefully, it didn't come off as rude. Daisuke immediately started walking down the road, not dressed in his usual Robe and Crown. He didn't have time to put them on before realizing his familiars had gone missing. Daisuke, instead of working, spent several hours in the library, reading up on various mythological heroes. He knew a great deal already about Servants, but he wanted to refresh his knowledge on who he could be up against. He pred over books, searching various mythos and stories from across the world, trying to plot up ideas and strategies in his mind. Brutus? He could classify as an Assassin, without a doubt. Arsene Lupin was a famous fictional Thief, as was Jack from Jack and the Beanstalk - this would certainly be up to their area of expertise.
Hours were wasted at the library until Daisuke reached an inevitable conclusion - There was no way in hell he would manage to pinpoint the enemy Servants identity in this manner, especially if he couldn't confirm or deny it. He went back home in shame, resigning himself to the waiting game. If there was one benefit to being a master, it was that other Masters were very eager to meet him. He could stay awake all night with Edward and kill the Assassin as soon as they returned to kill Daisuke. He made his way back home, entered his apartment, and only ten minutes later, heard a knock at the door. Upon answering it, he was given a telegram, and when he heard it, he grew livid.
So it was the Red-haired Master after all? And now he knew where she was. Daisuke had to restrain himself, moving to his closet and donning his finest Robe and Crown. He nearly took along his scepter, but decided against it - he bought it for a grand occasion, and this was dirty work. He never wanted to hurt someone as badly as he did at that moment, but killing her as soon as he could wouldn't work. She could set a deadman switch on his Tome, and even if it felt good at the moment, killing her would undoubtedly weigh on his conscience. No, he'd have to deal with her civilly, and try to be diplomatic. Daisuke tried to cheer up at this fact - that was what he wanted in the first place, to show that he wasn't a threat!
It was hard to swallow his pride, especially when she stole the closest thing Daisuke considered to a family. Still, he had to be calm - best-case scenario, he could turn the one person who knew where his base was into an ally. Worst case scenario, he would kill her with as many Command Seals as he needed and deal with the consequences.
"Berserker, I need your aid. I might need to kill someone tonight, and if not, protection would still be greatly appreciated."
Daisuke exited his home, preparing to make his way to the address described in the telegram. Luckily, Daisuke was a very good actor - he managed to hide the intense anger he was feeling very well. He still had around 30 minutes to make it to the address, and it was close enough that he didn't see the point in driving there. Of course, he didn't sense any presence nearby, since he didn't even know what the hell a Bounded field was - if Berserker managed to notice them despite their stealth measures, or the pair that were hiding decided to reveal themselves, there was still plenty of time before his meeting with the Red-haired Master.
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Torran didn't pause for the children that trailed behind him as he made his way back to the place he found them. Not out of malicious intent, of course - he just never realized that they were tired and could use a break. Torran was far from an observant man - which was the main reason he helped them in the first place. Unlike many others who simply walked past them, he didn't assume they were orphans based on their appearance. Of course, that was because he didn't notice their appearance in the first place, but that was beside the point.
The young boy was the one who raced ahead of Torran, nearly causing the Boaz to trip from surprise. Neither child had taken the lead since Torran joined them, so this was a surprise to say the least. He ran up to some random woman and promptly asked what Torran planned on asking some random stranger. Normally, the rude response she gave would have made someone like Torran a bit upset. Luckily, Torran had no idea that the woman was being dismissive, and simply chose to focus on the fact that they had managed to accomplish their mission!
"That was incredible, young man! Great work!"
And the Boaz meant it - back when Torran was the boy's age, he would never have had the guts to ask a random stranger for directions to his own home. Of course, he never left home when he was that age, but that was beside the point.
"So, uhm... Big fella... Could, uh, could you grab my sis and carry her back home for me? She's a bit tired it looks like."
Torran nodded his head obediently and proceeded to lift the young girl up in a princess carry as soon as he finished protesting the idea. Normally he'd go with something like a piggyback ride, but judging from her poor reaction earlier, this girl was very scared of heights. Torran then followed the young boy, relying on his navigation and the directions he just got from that woman to lead them back to the children's home. As soon as he finished delivering these kids back to their home, he could go back to his primary objective of finding a Familia!
The young boy was the one who raced ahead of Torran, nearly causing the Boaz to trip from surprise. Neither child had taken the lead since Torran joined them, so this was a surprise to say the least. He ran up to some random woman and promptly asked what Torran planned on asking some random stranger. Normally, the rude response she gave would have made someone like Torran a bit upset. Luckily, Torran had no idea that the woman was being dismissive, and simply chose to focus on the fact that they had managed to accomplish their mission!
"That was incredible, young man! Great work!"
And the Boaz meant it - back when Torran was the boy's age, he would never have had the guts to ask a random stranger for directions to his own home. Of course, he never left home when he was that age, but that was beside the point.
"So, uhm... Big fella... Could, uh, could you grab my sis and carry her back home for me? She's a bit tired it looks like."
Torran nodded his head obediently and proceeded to lift the young girl up in a princess carry as soon as he finished protesting the idea. Normally he'd go with something like a piggyback ride, but judging from her poor reaction earlier, this girl was very scared of heights. Torran then followed the young boy, relying on his navigation and the directions he just got from that woman to lead them back to the children's home. As soon as he finished delivering these kids back to their home, he could go back to his primary objective of finding a Familia!
Daisuke didn't feel this girl's clarification really justified the threat of shooting him. He understood that this was a war, but he was trying to be a neutral party here! At least there was good news - he knew what she looked like, and she didn't know what he looked like. Well, probably didn't. You never knew with mages. After she released the pigeon from its chains, the creature immediately took flight and headed straight for the stairs, going to its master. As soon as it reached him, Daisuke immediately put the familiar back into his Mystic Code - it got captured once, and Daisuke didn't want to risk losing two friends in a single night.
The parrot familiar remained on the first floor with the Enemy Master, until she left through the front door. How the hell she had the courage to do something like that, when there were Servants fighting outside, Daisuke had no idea. Maybe some magecraft to hide her presence? For once, Daisuke actually acknowledged the use of magecraft other than familiars - if only because of how dire his situation was. If he had something that let him hide from Servants than he would have been safe for the rest of the war and could just hideaway.
He couldn't though - no sense in dwelling on what-ifs. Daisuke decided that his big goal at the moment was to recall and store every one of his active familiars in his mystic code - leaving any active would just be inviting trouble like what happened with that one master, and Daisuke didn't want to risk any of his birds dying on guard duty. No - he would just rely on his two most powerful familiars, Edward and Survivor. Besides, minimizing his mana expenditure was smart, since running our of mana was the fastest route to dying in any mage conflict, let alone the Holy Grail War.
Ironically enough, the thought that his familiar was tracked never crossed Daisuke's mind once - he was too busy worried about being nearly defenseless in a building while his Servant fought outside. Clearly, a nearby servant wasn't nearly as off-putting as he thought they would be for enemy Masters - that girl simply waltzed into his hiding spot and wasn't deterred in the slightest. Luckily, even if he didn't realize it at the time, he wouldn't need to worry about the tracking spell. His mystic code put his familiars into stasis, a state where they were placed inside of imaginary number space. Most tracking spells wouldn't continue to function while he stored his familiar inside his mystic code because of this. The tracking spell would come back as soon as he released Tromar again, but at least for now, it didn't pose too much of a problem.
Of course, this was just as much a blessing as it was a hindrance - even though he never questioned his Familiar's status, he also didn't think that Assassin would follow him when he left. Daisuke was too focused on the familiars he could still sense via his connection with Edward, and he definitely didn't feel Assassin, a class specialized in hiding their presence. Maybe he would think about it when he had time to calm down, but given the situation, it would be lucky if he was thinking clearly an hour from now.
Edward, can you escape your fight? I-I managed to scare away an enemy Master, but I'm pretty defenseless right now... Heading back home seems like the best strategy if you can manage it.
Daisuke was doing his best to at least seem calm to his Servant. A lord had to keep appearances in front of his subjects, and the last thing Daisuke wanted, other than dying, was to seem pathetic in front of his sole defense in this war.
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The parrot familiar remained on the first floor with the Enemy Master, until she left through the front door. How the hell she had the courage to do something like that, when there were Servants fighting outside, Daisuke had no idea. Maybe some magecraft to hide her presence? For once, Daisuke actually acknowledged the use of magecraft other than familiars - if only because of how dire his situation was. If he had something that let him hide from Servants than he would have been safe for the rest of the war and could just hideaway.
He couldn't though - no sense in dwelling on what-ifs. Daisuke decided that his big goal at the moment was to recall and store every one of his active familiars in his mystic code - leaving any active would just be inviting trouble like what happened with that one master, and Daisuke didn't want to risk any of his birds dying on guard duty. No - he would just rely on his two most powerful familiars, Edward and Survivor. Besides, minimizing his mana expenditure was smart, since running our of mana was the fastest route to dying in any mage conflict, let alone the Holy Grail War.
Ironically enough, the thought that his familiar was tracked never crossed Daisuke's mind once - he was too busy worried about being nearly defenseless in a building while his Servant fought outside. Clearly, a nearby servant wasn't nearly as off-putting as he thought they would be for enemy Masters - that girl simply waltzed into his hiding spot and wasn't deterred in the slightest. Luckily, even if he didn't realize it at the time, he wouldn't need to worry about the tracking spell. His mystic code put his familiars into stasis, a state where they were placed inside of imaginary number space. Most tracking spells wouldn't continue to function while he stored his familiar inside his mystic code because of this. The tracking spell would come back as soon as he released Tromar again, but at least for now, it didn't pose too much of a problem.
Of course, this was just as much a blessing as it was a hindrance - even though he never questioned his Familiar's status, he also didn't think that Assassin would follow him when he left. Daisuke was too focused on the familiars he could still sense via his connection with Edward, and he definitely didn't feel Assassin, a class specialized in hiding their presence. Maybe he would think about it when he had time to calm down, but given the situation, it would be lucky if he was thinking clearly an hour from now.
Edward, can you escape your fight? I-I managed to scare away an enemy Master, but I'm pretty defenseless right now... Heading back home seems like the best strategy if you can manage it.
Daisuke was doing his best to at least seem calm to his Servant. A lord had to keep appearances in front of his subjects, and the last thing Daisuke wanted, other than dying, was to seem pathetic in front of his sole defense in this war.
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