Black Clover is owned by Yūki Tabata

Message: Guys, I was wondering, should I also include characters from other the Nasuverse, mostly Fate/Grand Order? Yes?... No?... If yes, They will not be so OP to the point that they would destroy the world and would get Magics of this world, like King Gilgamesh with Ea or Semiramis with her Hanging Gardens of Babylon... Although I was not planning on adding them in the story as I wanted mostly to focus on EMIYA and too many characters would hinder the 'screen time' of the other ones and it will end up being confusing.

It's just a question, if you desire it I can try and you all can choose which characters you wish to see (Hopefully I will make a good impersonation of their characters).

This arc will continue the life of EMIYA and the discovery of his new magic and how he starts training with it.

Chapter 3: Childhood (II)

How to call it? How to call it?

It has been the question that he has been asking himself since his mother had told him that his 'Magic' was very similar to hers. And even after a few months of trying, he had no idea how to call it, which word would it fit the best to this new form of Thaumaturgy that he had an affinity to. His Origin had not been changed, he still had a natural affinity on reproducing weapons of close range, the easiest ones for his Reality Marble to reproduce being the different types of 'swords', and it would never be erased that Origin, for the Origins was the starting point that defines one's existence and directs one's actions throughout life. It is the driving force that comes from within the Root that has managed to stream out of the Source and take on material form. And since he had awakened his Origin a long time ago, he would never be able to stray from his Origin... but that did not mean that other Origins could be added.

Actually, instead of saying that an Origin could simply be 'added' as if nothing more than another program to a machine, one could say that it was possible for a being to develop another Origin that was not his natural one. After all, before EMIYA had been the nameless Heroic Spirit that he had been, EMIYA had been Emiya Shirou, and before Emiya Shirou had been Emiya Shirou... he had been someone entirely else. An existence with a different destiny, a different Origin.

It could theoretically happen under abnormal circumstances like for example... being exposed to the endless curses that had been put on the shoulders of an innocent child that had been turned into a demon by the sins of humanity then being healed by the purest of the lights, the light of a dream, a dream where pain did not exist. Of course, it was only a theory that he would never be able to prove... but it was a theory that he considered being the closest one to the truth for the question of why he had the power to impose his Inner World into the Outer World, a power that had only been acquired to the best of the best of the ones that choose to follow the path of Magecraft, and even most of the magi who had tried to discover this Taboo ended up becoming completely insane for the fact that managing to look the world on an alien perspective was near impossible.

He had considered his original Origin to be Creation as he was now able to reproduce near perfection everything that came into his mind, except obviously for life, yet his creations were on a lesser level from what he imagined, the 'forging' of the materialized objects happened completely on his soul, his Reality Marble, and he simply projected his creations into the outer world... maybe it was the best choice, it was the most fitting thing to call this 'new' Origin that he possessed.

This 'new' Origin is what had influenced his soul to have another Elemental Affinity, a nonstandard elemental affinity, he did not bother too much in the name and temporarily decided to call this 'Magic' by the same name that his mother had used on her Elemental Affinity, Words.

But then where did the Magical Circuits of his physical body came into play?

It seemed that due to there being Physical Magical Circuits, the Origin of a person was awakened at the moment of their birth, making them only able to use a single Elemental Attribute, incapable of using any other element that they had no alignment with but able to use the derivatives of said Affinity, like if a person had Water Affinity then some would be able to use Ice, on a lesser level, but would never be able to use any other affinities like Fire, Earth, Magma or the sort. However, that also made the spells that came from their Attribute be more versatile than the spells back on his native world.

For example, Magecraft that altered the gravity was one of the highest forms of Magecraft that one could learn, but in this world, even people with Attributes like Fire could defy the laws of gravity. Of course, not many were able to do so, but considering the number of people able to fly without a Mystic Code was significantly larger than what it had been on his world, even when it had been at the Age of the Gods, this was noteworthy.

Right now... he was trying also to replicate the effect of flying that some of these Magi had... he still was not comfortable with calling the Wizards or Sorcerers despite there being people capable of using forms of True Magic, although considerating that they had not the same variety of spells than his former world, near nobody would be able to reach the Root of the Universe to acquire the required knowledge in order to learn True Magic... also he should be starting to use the terminology of this world as everyone that was able to hear his muttering and read his notes was left with a blank expression as they did not understand the complexity of the theories that he had written in order to easy the remembrance of those.

"Be careful, Shirou, you may have a natural ability to control your mana, but you have yet to learn how to apply it correctly."

He knew how to apply it correctly, eons of practice and battlefields had been his teachers.

"Understood."

They were in the middle of the garden, the other children cheering on him as four of the 'Sisters' that worked on the brothel were throwing at him small rocks to help with this training exercise, his mother reluctantly accepting this, moving uncomfortably where she was standing. Like an overprotective mother watching their children making something dangerous but restraining herself, for she knew that if she tried to stop all this such act would be against the purpose of why he had offered himself to do this. She was not usually too overprotective, but she was not laidback either, she was... passing the term of 'protective mother.' Although there were times when she acted as if she was leaving her 'Little Snowflake' to 'take flight' and be by himself, just to be helping him a few minutes later even without him asking her. He understood her, the versions of himself who ended up with the Master(s) of Chaldea would have done a similar thing, just with a lot more protective measures... it was natural that he wanted to protect his masters, he had never understood why they all call him Overprotective Mother. He wasn't even a woman!

EMIYA did not understand that his 'protective' measures were rather too excessive some times, and he probably would never understand.

He was standing on 'words' so small that it seemed as if he was standing on a cloud made of magic particles, the energy from his words was of the same ivory color as his mother, manipulating it to move his body without touching the floor and avoid the stones thrown at him, sometimes the sisters would throw some of their weakest spells at him as the women in charge of their training, a brother that has been a Magic Knight before returning to the place that had taken care of him since he was a baby until he was old enough to become part of this Kingdom Militia.

"Come on, Come on, brat! You will reach nowhere with that speed!"

And so a few scythes made of compressed air with enough strength to slice a boulder in two was thrown at him, everyone lowered their bodies from the attack except his mother who was in a state of shock and behind him from the sudden change of pace and himself who was unable to touch earth so he decided to simply speed up, with a flare of pra-... mana, he accelerated enough to avoid being cut in half by the pressured air. But then he noticed something.

'I'm going to die.'

His instincts honed through an eternity of going through all the battlefields that had ever existed told him so, it was impossible to avoid this and everyone knew it— He was going to die if no one did anything—, however, he had not trained for an eternity of war for nothing. Going against enemies far stronger than himself and coming up victorious. His body was still not developed enough to summon Rho Aias completely from the Hill of Swords, but only a layer would be enough.

Soul and Body connected.

I am the bone of my sword.

A path of azure lines on his right arm started to make a path towards his palm, the azure turned into an intense violet with a pulse of energy before a 'Flower' of three petals blossomed in the space in front of him.

It blocked the attack that had been launched at him. But strangely, he felt it be weaker... no, it was not strange. No legend empowered this weapon, there was no History on them, for they had never existed in this world. The attack should have just scratched a petal of the shield, for each and single petal of Rho Aias had been as hard as a whole fortress, but now they had half of the hardness that it had once had.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

The scream of his mother made him cover his ears. Reinforced hearing with such a high-pitched voice that had cracked the crystal of the building, those two were not meant to be in the same sentence. His head was throbbing so hard that his concentration disappeared wavered and the 'cloud' of words that he was stepping on. His former body may have been used to such noises but his new one was not, his senses were relatively unused regarding this.

"Quite a powerful defensive spell you have cast there, brat."

He was able to hear those words, although they felt as if the voice came from a further place than just behind his back.

The one who owned the voice behind him just happened to be the same that had made the ground that he was using as support to raise his body from the previous fall. This time he landed even harder than before for he was used to raising his body as fast as possible, for a second wasted on the ground meant death if he prolonged too much the time in which he kissed the ground. His nose was bleeding slightly and he had felt one of his baby teeth move slightly, some dirt entered his mouth... somehow.

He looked behind him, the towering size of a woman almost two meters made it difficult for him to see her face, not to mention that the sun was just behind her head, but he could already guess who it was and his mind helped him to put the features that he had already gotten to characterize the physical features of her face. A few wrinkles visible on her hard face with little feminine features, a scar on her left eye which did not have a pupil, three scars on the right side of her lips as if a feline had scratched her with their claws, a big-toothed smile with a few yellow teeth. Her whole body was also built like a mountain, with oversized muscles that put on shame a bodybuilder, broad shoulders... she looked more like a gorilla than a woman.

"How is the air up there, old lady?"

He taunted with a smug, he couldn't help but voice out his thoughts with his raspy voice that struggled to keep with his taunting. A few coughs and he threw up all the contents of his inside along with the dirt that had entered his system.

"Better than the dirt that you have been breathing, brat... Anyway! Before your mother starts freaking out for your nose, I want you to meet up with someone." He stood up and started to receive the ice magical particles with the property of healing. "A blonde girl of blue eyes used to work under me, the Lil' beauty has become the captain of the squad quite recently, or so I am informed, I want you to meet her there, and no-"

He had already immediately left without any comply leaving his mouth without listening any further information as he already had an idea of the girl who the old lady was talking about and going in the same direction of the place where he knew that he would get some gossips about this woman. He left too quickly for he did not wish to see how his mother crushed a grown man of almost twice her size for he had already witnessed such thing and it stopped being amusing once she started to count fingers, the eyes of the old lady never leaving his small back.

"Buts..."

That boy.

She gave a tired sigh as she ignored the walking of the children and the other sisters and brothers and the pleas and cries coming from her biggest child by far.

The old lady, all the disrespectful children called her. Her name was Angelica Glacies, and she was not an old lady.

She was still in her 40s and god have mercy on the soul of the poor person who dared to call her old lady and was not a part of her family. But it was a whole different thing when someone of her family called her grandma or even old lady, her heart warmed to an extent that she felt like floating in the clouds.

She loved them all, no matter from where have they came from or what had they done in the past, they were all her children once they decided to work for her. And for her, they were the most valuable thing of all the treasures that she had acquired in all her life. Not that she would ever say it out loud, she still had a reputation to maintain, after all. Tarnished as it was her past, her present reputation and the people that she protected with it was all that it mattered. Besides, all the children knew how she felt about all of them.

A former noble.

A former Magic Knight Captian who loved a man that nobody wanted her to love.

The fruit of their love and the bee who made it possible for her to have the small being, both gone by unknown means.

Airi... on her travels, she had stumbled with a Black Market that was said to sell some really powerful Magic Items stolen from the vault of the Clover Kingdom. Being the good citizen that she was, she couldn't allow those precious items to fall in the wrong hands. Fortunately, she had a lot of money at the time and was able to pay it along with some gifts coming from the one that was selling in the auction those items, just because she had been ended up paying over fifty times the original price. Of course, she kept the items, she may be loyal to the country, but she was not loyal to the vaults of those royals and nobles.

Angelica has never been one to bow to anyone. Maybe that was why her family had disposed of as fast as they did with her, then again, she had married a peasant and had given birth to his child. It was obvious that she was going to be erased from every and single record that those of higher had at their possession.

As a former part of the militia of the Country, she had stared at the worst of the worst that the world had to offer for her.

She had stared at the abyss and had not taken her gaze away from its. She had seen the burning body of children as she tried with all her strength to save them, just to fail at the try. She had seen the death of his comrades in arms in a medium-scale invasion from the Diamond country when she was just a Junior. She had been bathed in the blood of her enemies as she covered the battlefield into ice.

Her time as a Magic Knight had taught her a lot of things, one of those things being the look on the eyes and the reading of the physical habits. Even if a person was very well versed in the art of concealing one's true nature, one would be able to pick up many things just by staring at their eyes and facial features, not blinking nor taking her eyes off the target. One could determinate if a person had good or ill intentions if the person enjoyed one's company or was disgusted by it.

And the look of that child...

"It's like staring at the eyes of an old man..."

An old insane warrior. Forged in the battlefield and tempered by the blood of its enemies, never knowing what was peace from the moment of his birth. A warrior that was finally the thing that everyone knew as tranquility.

Just staring at those eyes full of awareness and empty of any innocence since the moment of his birth, it made her feel uneasy. Those tired eyes yet with a small ray of happiness on them made her think of him like a retired Magic Knight who had stared too much at the abyss as if his whole life had only known death, bloodshed, and war. Those eyes... it was for that reason why they- the Magic Knights- had been created in the first place.

So that the innocent would never get to know the true cruelty of the world.

The only thing that they needed to know was the stories of bravery and love. Not the stories of cruelty and war.

That was why she liked it when Airi started to read those cheesy stories that she had written from her dreams and imagination. It was a bonus to see her flustered face when she mentioned how excited she read her stories, even after all the children had already fallen asleep.

Except for her little brat, of course.

The little mature brat that tried to act childish, as if he was forcing himself to enjoy his childhood at all times- only becoming true when he was near her mother or when he was cooking or cleaning the building- always acting paranoid, as if from a shadow would come a monster and try to devour him. His desperate stance when he believed to be alone as if he could not tolerate it, even if he tried to act all cool near anyone while making them think that he preferred to be alone. She had only seen it in people that had spent too much time alone, all of them, rotting their minds in their madness even after being reunited with anyone.

Maybe she was just exaggerating the words, she would never comprehend what happened on that little mind of his, maybe she was just believing what she wanted to believe only using as a basis the look on his eyes and his tense stance... but it was clear that the brat did not like it to be alone, as if he were a deprived man of everything and it was suddenly returned to him.

Whatever it was... he would probably open himself to his mother eventually.

Now... where had she left the bandages-

CRACK

... Poor child, he would never be able to give her grandchildren now.

Wait... why was Airi looking at her with those eyes that seemed to glim maliciously? Why was she getting closer?

Why was she feeling fear?

"Lady Angelica~, forgive me if I'm wrong but I think that you just hit my cute Shi-chan and made him bleed~." She cracked her knuckles as a squad of soldiers made of magical energy prevented her from fleeing."That's no good~ I will have to discipline you too~ Kukuku..."

Ah... so that's why.

"Oh, my dear lady, what is a lovely flower doing in such a place?"

The woman of blond hair and azure eyes, with her hair tied in a ponytail with two bangs framing her face. An expressionless face disguising her annoyance and disgust for this pathetic man who thought that only with sweet words whispered in her ear and a drink could win her heart. And considerating that her heart had already been taken... it was impossible for her to even look at him as more than a nuisance. A small blush made the man think that he was going in the right direction.

"Oh, my dear! Those strawberry cheeks of yours make me think that I am the king of the world right now."

Patience.

Charlotte Roselei was her name, a noblewoman who had reached to where she was by her sense of duty, her skill, her strength and her efforts on the battlefield. A member of high standing in the militia, a Grand Magic Knight, but not only that, one of the Magic Knight Captians of the Seven- turned Nine a few months ago- Magic Knight Squads. Now, instead of wearing her armor as she did at all times, she was wearing a rather elegant outfit consisting of a pair of black pants and a white blouse, with decorated boots and some jewelry as well a light blue hooded cloak that covered her body with the hood down, displaying completely her pristine skin and refined features. She was trying to disguise herself to wait for the person sent by her ex-Captian that would bring her in front of the mountain-sized lady.

A hand prevented the man from going closer to her, elegant and practiced were her actions as she pushed him slightly to don't call even more the attention, unfortunately, she was not very good at choosing things that would keep her hidden in the crowd- Not that she had any such thing- that was one of the reasons why the Magic King never tried to give her an infiltration mission.

Sweet words flew over her head.

Why most of the men were only talk?

A question that would be unanswered that would remain like that for the whole existence, one of the greatest mysteries that she thought that no bright mind would be able to solve.

She remained uncharacteristically calm despite the men that gave her those sweet words growing more annoyed with her lack of response, to the point that one of the youngest ones decided to boast about his tittle. A little boy of twenty-five years old whose father's standing was slightly higher than them, but considering the number of allies that his father had even in the Royal families.

Every other noble backed away from his path as he walked forward with a confident and arrogant expression, his hand on her arm. A cold look was directed to the blond boy of green eyes, making a shiver traveling down his spine, but his fearful expression did not last for too long.

"My lady, my name is Ceasar Claudius, heir of the house of Claudius, son of the cousin of the Magic King, Julius Novachrono, and I wish to know that you have caught my eye."

Yes. This arrogant bastard who refused to go to the frontlines or even fighting at all, preferring to enjoy his multiple hobbies instead of trying to protect the Kingdom like the only man that she truly respected. Most of the closest family members of the Magic King that did not have a lot of reputation on their names liked to use the reputation of Julius. Pathetic scum.

She would simply use her magic and knock out cold this immature brat who could only boast about his social status but at doing so she would reveal that she was Charlotte Roselei and that would make her unable to visit the woman who had helped her to grow stronger than she had already been when she had become a member of Blue Rose. One of the few people that she respected, and today, after several years, she had finally managed to accomplish the first step of the promise that she had made to her and become a better Magic Knight Captian that she had ever been.

Charlotte had already thought that she would become a Magic Knight Captian as she grew stronger and stronger with each battle, but she had not been planning to do so, for the time that she spent in useless paperwork or dealing with... other annoyances would consume her precious time that she wanted to invest in growing stronger.

"Please, Lord Ceasar, release me at once."

She muttered coldly while not taking her eyes away from his outraged ones that still had a hint of lust on them.

"You, you dare-!"

He raised his hand to try to slap her, crystal growing up of it as his magical energy covered his arm.

Sigh... I will have to postpone the reunion with his teacher.

For an hour or so until she would be able to lose the eye of the people and use disguise herself using one of the Magics that she had less proficiency in, Transformation Magic.

She readied herself to stop the open crystal-covered palm that could shatter bone with ease, her magical energy leaking out slightly.

However, the slap never met her face.

A pair of large hands had suddenly appeared on her rescue- although she had no need for such thing- made out of magical energy combined by symbols, straight lines, like words of a language that she had never known that it existed. A hand grabbed the arm that was grabbing hers and the other hand grabbed the open hand, both were twisted behind the back of the Royalty in front of her.

A crunching noise and a high-pitched scream like the one of a little girl was heard suddenly. His bones had been broken through the armor of crystal, whoever had done it was someone worthy of praise. A Magic Knight? No, few Magic Knights would dare to try to do any harm to a family member of the Magic King, even if the Magic King did not care about such things, then maybe a young aspirant to be a Magic Knight, but which noble would this one belong.

A small hand took her own and started to drag her as fast as the owner of the hand could. Surprised by the amount of strength that the small being was using to drag her with him. For the shape and form of the small hand... gosh, this kid is way too young!

Maybe it was the friend of this kid who had helped her for it was impossible that a kid would-

It was at that moment that her sense of magical perception managed to get a grasp of the child's magical reserves, as untrained as her magical perception was for her liking, even she could sense the immense power that came from this child by the children of his age.

A genius noble perhaps?

No, she dismissed that possibility after seeing the attire of the child. It was an extravagant attire that was not found in the residents of this country nor of any other kingdom whose inhabitants she had got to know in the battlefield. A garment that reached the down part of his body and covered almost all his skin, reaching to ankle-length, the collar was attached flatly and worn left over right, made with straight seams, wide sleeves and the long sleeves covered his entire arm, including his hand. The design was a plain grey and she could hear the tapping noise of the footwear that he was wearing, it was made of wood... shouldn't that be uncomfortable?

"Fuehhh, We managed to get away from the creepy onii-san, didn't we, onee-san?"

The terminology was foreign, but she could guess that it meant something like man and woman, only that it was in a tender manner if she were to base herself on the tone that he was using. The voice was strangely calm and kind, almost unnerving so. However, she decided to ignore her instincts that she had honed through her time as a member of the Magic Knights that were telling her to put her guard up in front of this kid. She was in guard, always, but she was also trying to relax in this short stay.

"You were the one who crushed his that man?"

Considering the noise that came out of his bones, crushing was a suitable word to say in this case.

He showed a smug in front of her as if leaving it to the imagination.

Then a realization struck her, she had once seen that kind of magic in the past. The magic of the little girl who her teacher and ex-captain had bought her freedom along with several other children that were sold in that place. As painful as it was, she had heard her teacher saying that her only regret was not bringing more money to buy more as she knew that trying to release them on the open would mean having to fight against an entire city, which she could, and the reinforcement that would arrive, but not only that, also giving an excuse to that country to send troops to aid the Clover Kingdom's enemies.

The magic of 'Words'.

"You are... the son of Airi."

It was obvious that this boy was her child for he was physically a carbon copy of his mother if she was younger. The whitest hair that she had ever seen, even more white than the current generation of the House Silva, a porcelain fragile-looking skin and a pair of silver eyes.

She had heard about the little girl giving birth from a message coming from her teacher and had not believed it. The child should have been a few years younger than her who had now a total of 23 years old, her serious demeanor that rejected all kinds of men that were attracted to her like moths to a lamp due to the beautiful looks that even she admitted were only found on the stories that the mothers told to their children, a princess of incomparable beauty... No, actually, now that she thought about it, it was kinda obvious what the animals had done to her.

Ignoring the surprised expression of the child, she continued.

"Lady Angelica hadn't told me that in the letter so I kept wondering... Who is your father?"

The answer came instantly and she was not surprised by it.

"I don't know, mother has never told me neither."

The voice was not depressed nor sad, as if it did not matter... but considerating who his mother was and the immense number of people that had started to follow the ex-captain of the Blue Rose in her quest to own the whole Black Market of the Clover Kingdom and work for her, the same people that Lady Angelica had told her in the letters that she had written to her in secret were starting to look like a giant family. It was not a surprise that he did not actually care about who was the one that had impregnated his mother, probably he would be angry at such a pathetic man who dared to make such a thing to the calm and gentle foreign woman.

"I see..." She closed her eyes, not gaining the courage to apologize to the child as she was guiding her towards the building where she was supposed to be the old woman. "That spell was yours."

It was not a question, it was an affirmation.

"Who knows?"

"... You have inherited an Elemental Affinity similar to the one of your mother." Another statement. "I have always wondered why your mother did not have the desire to become a Magic Knight when it was clear that her mana was big enough to rival a noble and her character was suitable for it too, hopefully, you will-"

"I think that I will stop you there, onee-san." For a moment, the straight look at her eyes was not like the one that one would expect coming from a child but the one of a veteran knight that had lost everything. A look that made her stiff her whole body, not because of fear, but of surprise. "I have no desire to live in a life of war, the only things that you get to know there is despair, false hopes, and pain, so no, I'm going to intelligently do what my mother has done and don't put myself in the path of the infinite struggle for the next day."

That was... a rather pessimistic way to put such an honorful thing, but something respectable. At least he was not like most men who exclaimed that they would bravely put their lives at the edge of the battlefield for their love, just to end up running away like cowards.

"I see... Tell me, how has it been going in these parts as of late, Lady Angelica has not been mentioning such things in her letters, just stories about her every day."

His mood visibly brightened as he started to tell her detailed information that should not be on a child's mind.

His name... Shirou was the name, right?

This Shirou... was he really a kid? The way that he talked, moved and described things... no one would ever be able to find such things on other kids.

Just who was this kid?

... Doesn't matter, at least not for now, she would have to ask Lady Angeli-... Why was the sweet child that she had gotten to know on top of Lady Angelica and why was she a bloody mess?

"Oh~ Shi-chan~ You brought Charlotte, good, good, take her to the inside while I take care of... the garbage."

... Where was that sweet, calm and kind child that used to get flustered even easier than her? And who was this demon in the shape of a woman that was treating one of the strongest Captians that has ever existed like a ragdoll.

One of the greatest mysteries that she would be unable to explain.

But one thing was certain... Airi was scary when she wanted to be.

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