Fate/Nusantara: The First Holy Grail War
Chapter 2's
Hero Spirit Summoning Bag 2
Mojokerto - Somewhere in Trowulan.
"Where are you going dur night² bergini?"
A woman asked a young man who was carrying her bag.
"So soon ma'am, I'm going to school to pick up my lost things." (Durwiyata)
"Oh then be careful on the road."
"Yes I'm leaving."
Sorry mom I had to lie to you there's no way I'd say I'd go to a temple or a tomb to look for relics for a servant summoning ritual. The Holy Grail War seems like I was forced to follow this war and as proof I am a participant in this war is a sign on my left hand.
"Ah looks like the place I'm headed to seems to be getting closer hopefully I get relics related to the greatest people of old." (Durwiyata)
Finally, durwiyata arrived at
With the spirit of Durwiyata immediately ran quickly towards the place where he would perform the summoning ritual. But in the middle of the road he met a boy his age who was staring intently at Durwiyata.
"Who was that kid? Who cares now is not the time to think about that."
Finally durwiyata arrived at a temple ruins.
"Yosh it's time to find the relic." (Durwiyata)
Durwiyata began looking for relics that he needed every side of the temple he traced to find relics and in the end did not find anything but pieces of a very old statue found in the ruins of the temple with quickly he immediately carved an elaborate magic diagram with ancient Javanese script writing after the magic diagram was finished he placed the statue in the middle of the magic diagram and began reciting the spell.
"Thou who sleeps in darkness,
it's time for you to come back."
Just a little spell that he said a light began to come out of the magic diagram accompanied by a very bright wind.
"Take what is yours,
and be bound to this world."
Suddenly the golden light is getting brighter so that it makes the entire temple glow. Just one more step away the summoning ritual was completed.
"O hero spirit, come!"
It was a terrible explosion. The ground that was originally covered by the magic diagram gushed out, flying the gravel rocks. The young man was fattened until he crashed into the back made.
"Adudu," said Durwiyata, holding his waist. "Why this... Is it because I'm cast the wrong spell?"
Concerns overpowered the young man. He feared he would lose even before the war began. Finally, he struggled to stand on his feet.
Right in front of him stood a person with the appearance of a king in gold-plated clothes and a kris on his waist. His facial expression was extremely harsh, with a sharp black look. His mustache was thick, emitting an aura of true authority.
"Are you my Master?" tanyanya firmly.
"Yes" replied the young man. His face looks bright. With great pride, he completes his sentence. "I am your Master, Durwiyata Syahputra."
"Then you will be my life, and this keris will open the curtain of your destiny" the servant replied, brandishing the now glittering keris.
"Then" continued Durwiyata, "what's your class?" Several guesses were already in his head based on the history of the Servant, but he could not determine.
"Saber."
Durwiyata nodded happily. How not did he think he would lose before the war but he was finally able to follow this war.
"I'm grateful to be able to call you saber" he muttered unstoppably.
"Yes master I am also grateful to be your servant."
"Well, we should go back to the house here to get cold." aja durwiyata on the saber.
"All right, master."
Finally durwiyata and saber left the temple.
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Somewhere in Yogyakarta
"Have you got the relic I wanted?" ask a girl to the waiter.
"I've got the relic you need, miss."
"Good now give it to me and one more thing don't ever call me miss just call me jasmine."
"Good no-I mean jasmine."
The waiter immediately gave a box containing relics to jasmine.
"Hmm it seems like it's quite a ritual."
jasmine said while looking at the relic he was holding.
"Are you sure you're following an uncertain war about the truth?" ask the waiter on jasmine
"Of course I believe following this war and as proof I am a participant is a red engraving in my hand" replied jasmine while looking at her left hand at her servant
"Well it's time to perform the ritual can you help me prepare for this ritual."
"Good jasmine I'll help you."
Immediately jasmine and her servant made a magic diagram that would be used to perform the ritual. After finishing making the magic diagram jasmine placed the relic in the middle of the magic diagram and began to cast spells.
"O wise water spirit.
O mighty earth spirit.
O great spirit of heaven."
Light started to appear from her magic diagram instantly illuminating the entire room, but the girl had no effect at all and continued to recite her spells.
"My body is only for the eating of your soul.
My soul is just your game.
My praise is a death-generating device.
With this breathe out my breath to him.
Arise up. O noble holy spirit!!!"
A white light shone dazzlingly from within the magic circle.Along with that phenomenon, Melati's breath faltered even more. His sight began to blur. His consciousness was paper-thin. But he refuses to fall now. Because in front of him, now had appeared the figure he was waiting for. And he, did not want to miss the opportunity to see the figure as early as possible.
A gentle-faced young man in a traditional Javanese dress stood before him. A blangkon on his head, but the mane of his black hair is still allowed to break out. So charming, so beautiful. Although the spirit of the hero should be called to fight, the aura he exuded was extremely authoritative, far from the scent of blood and death.
The young man folded one hand behind his back, next to him again. While slightly bowing he said, "I am Lancer. Did Miss call me?"
"I'm the one who called you." replied jasmine firmly.
"All right I Lancer swore to give you the master victory."
"I took your oath."
A few seconds later, the girl's body collapsed, then fell. Lancer swiftly caught him so as not to hit the floor.
Then the young man observed the solemnity of Melati's unconscious face. He smiles. "Isn't this war too much for Miss like you?"
Of course Melati won't be able to answer that question. Lancer carried her gently. Through his eyes he spread his gaze around, towards the malevolent cruel world.
"Just calm down" he whispered in Melati's ear. "I'll protect you."
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"Looks like the war's about to start, caster."
A young man asked the woman he called the caster.
"Yes master it seems like the summoning ritual is over and all the masters have already summoned their servants." (Casters)
"Well, we'd better get out of here and start to figure out every single identity of the master and his servant."
"Good master." (Casters)
The man and woman disappeared into the darkness of the night very quickly.