I lied. I like John Thicc too much to keep away from his fine ass.

Concerning if I'm sticking to plot, I'll try, but soon enough I'll have to stray away from it since the involvement of Baba Yaga man ruins flow and plot lines of how Saito interacted with the inhabitants of the world (namely certain individuals Saito saved, but I'll also keep certain characters in mind to save though!) Also, my pacing is garbage because... I'm not used to dealing with two POVs simultaneously, as they are both the MCs of this respective piece of fiction.

TL;DR: Throwing plot and pacing out of the window because I'm bad at writing and paying attention...

Also, please feel free to redo/rewrite this story. A quick friendly reminder to everyone (and this message will be put up on my bio), take any of my ideas, but if I accredit somebody for making the idea, check with them first before doing so. I'm not the best writer, and this is a platform for me to test my creative writing. And yes. Things will be rushed and confusing, as I never consistently check up on this site. Plus, it would be cool to see people do what I envisioned better than I could imagine!

TL;DR2.0: Feel free to take the ideas, assign credit, and don't expect much from my writing experiments!

Aside from that, Enjoy!

A spray a blood rises from the throat of a foot soldier, painting the roof a brilliant crimson.

"W-with a fucking plank of wood!" cried Uri, his voice seesawing between fear and glee. John seemed to dance between the squadron of 17 men, skillfully pushing them aside and dodging their strikes. With the same shard of wood, the one John grabbed from the now shattered ship hull, he planted into the leader's eye with jarring force from the back of his fist. A bloodcurdling scream fills the room as the leader hopelessly claws away at his now-soaked face.

"K-kill it!" screamed a soldier, his sword raised above his head. Before the sword could even strike down, John slid into his guard and...

...

*Bum Bum DUM!* sounds the horns, as to announce the beginning of the Familiar Exhibition. Despite being met by princess Henrietta the night before, who had assured Louise that everything would be okay, she was nervous. The princess herself came down just to see how Louise was doing, and that included the fact that she had come despite the will of the royal ministers. A quick glance towards Daisy seemed to excite the puppy, as it clumsily ran up to Louise to place her wet snout on Louise's calf.

"Well. At least I've got you." she whispers, as she bends down to pet the puppy's head.

...

And with a sickening crack, the man's neck gave out as his body fell to floor: lifeless. The room had fallen silent, the dripping blood the only sound echoing the little room. Even with a shivering Uri in the corner, John managed to fend off the soldiers around them. Broken necks, slit throats, and fatal stabs wounds delivered with a wooden shard.

"You didn't even pick up a fucking sword! What in the fuck!" shouted Uri, in the safety of his little corner. The boxes that hid him gave him only a little courage to shout out to John. Without responding John walked up to Uri and took the bag off of his lap. Only taking a second to rummage through the items, he pulled out the pistol and checked its ammo.

"Stay here." commands John, the gun already cocked and one foot out the door.

...

*CRACK!*

With sickening volume, Sylphid's wings slice through the air above the crowd. Soon Kirche and many others would go, with Louise being almost the last to go. With every single performance, her heart rate would rocket, and with each name, she would look down at Daisy yet another time. No matter how many times she looked at the dog, it only seemed to pant happily, gazing into Louise's eyes. Then it was time to for Louise to go, so she could only heave a big sigh as she set foot upon stage...

...

John was met with fighting men, took occupied to notice him come out of the door. The rain struck the planks with such force, it would silence the screams of the slain. With ease, John walked past the fighting, fending off the few that dared to approach. Soon enough, he made it into the captain's quarters, where the officer from earlier had pierced the captain's chest with a sword.

"Oy! What are you doing? Aren't you a slave?" asked the Captain, impatient if not irritable. John would give no response, as the man began to approach him.

"I'm talking to you! If you don't wanna get killed you bett-" said the officer as he was about to touch John's shoulder, before being interrupted with a quick arm lock, slammed face-first into the wall. Almost instantly, the confident and cocky look in his eyes turned into that of fear.

"H-help m-" almost instantly, John made the officer's legs give out, slamming him into the ground with such force, his nose broke. John's gun was now trained against the back of the officer's head.

"Tristain." interrogated John, saying nothing more.

"T-Tristain? W-w-what 'boud it?" cried the man, the blood flowing into his mouth.

"Take me there."

"W-why should-" with a sickening knee to the rib, the man wheezed and coughed the blood that was in his mouth.

"Heh. You think such lame tactics would work on me? A first-class officer of-" another knee to the rib, the gun once again trained to the cranium.

"Will you do it?" John sternly bargains, the man shivering in fear. However the man doesn't answer, so John begins to crank the officer's shoulder out of its socket, but before he could do so, the man cries out:

"Y-yes! Please! No more!" After alleviating the man of the blades he had on him, John lets him up, following him out the door. However, as the men notice the officer's state, they go to apprehend John, but the officer barks at them to stop, drawing what little confidence he had left into it. And with that, John had secured himself, and Uri, a quick route into Tristain.

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Now that she was on stage, Louise was about to command Daisy to do a simple trick, like sitting, until the side of the main tower resounded with a large explosion, where the Wand of Destruction was held. And almost instantly, golems began to approach the academy, with one golem which was summoned within the academy walls held upon his body Foquet the Clod.

Uh. Don't expect regular updates until summer, and even then, I might be watching anime or playing video games!

But I hope to provide some enjoyment to your lives with this shit fiction... [I was never good at learning to pace my stories]

Ciao!