Chapter 49: Break Ti
Vision slowly ca as John blinked his eyes open. Things were foggy, but as he stretched and rolled his neck, things slowly ca into view.
Prota was gone again.
He wasn’t overly concerned since they’d just returned from a long, hard-fought battle, but just to make sure, he pulled his system up and checked on her health bar. It was perfectly fine.
He got up slowly and dressed, thinking as he wrapped his scarf around his neck. Why did he have a health bar in the first place? And why was it possible to see the health bar of a partner? If the him of the past had been the one to make this system, then he must’ve also seen the possibility of a partner coming.
Or maybe he’d had a partner in the past.
He shook his head as he walked out the door. There was no point in thinking about such things. He’d done way more thinking than he’d ant to yesterday, and it’d gotten him into a slump. Despite his circumstances, it wasn’t often that he got into an existential crisis, but in monts like these, it was hard to avoid one. Interestingly enough, it was one of the rare monts where he’d been able to feel sothing, but to be honest, he’d rather feel nothing than what he’d felt yesterday.
He rubbed his eyes as he stepped out into the open air, montarily blinded by the sun. The autumn wind blew through his hair, refreshingly cool. Winter was coming. Still, temperature had never really been sothing to affect John.
“Oh. Look who’s finally up,” Fate called out.
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing. Prota and I were just having a little chat.”
John's eyes widened. Prota? Having a chat? Really? Well, since she didn’t seem to be uncomfortable, it was probably fine. Still, seeing her reminded him of his conversation with his soul.
“If you’re going to care for Prota… take care of her well. Don’t half ass it.”
What was in store for Prota? He knew how his story would end. He had one goal and one goal only. Either the [Author] planned to let him achieve it, or they didn’t. Judging by how things were going, it was more likely that he’d get what he’d set out for.
But what about Prota? What would end up happening to her? What was the [Author] thinking right now? For all his expertise in reading the minds of [Characters], he wasn’t all that great at predicting what a “real” person would do.
He forced himself to stop thinking about it. Such thoughts wouldn’t get him anywhere. Indeed, they would probably only end up loading Chekov’s Gun. A gun that, according to the rules of the world, would eventually be fired once loaded.
“How’re you holding up?” Fate said kindly. His eyes held a determination that hadn’t been there before.
John was surprised. Had Fate always been this mature? It wasn’t that there was any noticeable change, but it felt like sothing significant had occurred. Fate had realized sothing and as a result, had grown.
Well, that made sense, didn’t it? It would be strange if nothing had changed at all. The [Author] was pretty terrible at making stories, but he wasn’t so bad that character developnt was non-existent.
“Uh… yeah, I’m fine,” John nodded.
“Hey. I don’t really want to bring it up, but those guys-”
“What, are you gonna scold ?”
“No,” Fate said, shaking his head. “I’m not so naive as to believe that everyone can be saved. Those people were evil. Even if it were , I would’ve finished them off.”
John was surprised. He’d been preparing a plethora of excuses, but Fate was willing to simply let it drop. This [Hero] wasn’t the naive, idealistic idiot John had once assud he was. Maybe it was ti to learn a bit more about this fellow.
“Thanks,” John said.
He was being honest. He didn’t know what had happened with Fate, but the fewer excuses he had to make, the easier things would beco. Secrets just made things harder for everyone. They existed for tension. Secrets were always followed by a flood of issues, which were good for the [Story], but not for him.
Lies usually seed to be simple things. A white lie here, a lie of convenience there, and sure, maybe it doesn’t seem that bad. But they stack up. Each lie piles on top of the other, and soon, you’re playing a dangerous ga where everything could co tumbling down.
John had no intention of playing such a risky ga. It was far easier to leave things as vague. He didn’t care if soone thought he was suspicious or strange. If it ca to it, a [Reset] could solve an issue like that.
“What about you? Everything wrapped up on your end?”
“Well, I guess it doesn’t hurt to tell you what happened.”
Fate explained about fighting the chira, how the strange man had said the thing had ten souls, how he’d dealt with it…
“And they used Final Stands… but they weren’t dead,” Fate shuddered. “I’ve never encountered such terrifying magic. If not for… well, I’m lucky I’m alive.”
He stood up, stretching.
“Haha… You know, I thought I was strong,” Fate said. “You know, being the hero and everything. But that chira. Those people. They were strong. Stronger than . There’s always bigger fish.”
“That’s part of life,” John shrugged as he sat down. “Right?”
“Yeah.”
“You’ll get over it, Fate. You don’t get to play god right from the start. Growth is part of the journey.”
Fate nodded, not noticing the bitterness in John’s voice.
Growth was part of the journey. So was trauma. He couldn’t escape it. It was inevitable, after all.
But ignorance wasn’t a solution.
“Well, let’s change the mood!” Fate said, clapping his hands.
Kit jumped up onto Fate’s head and watched with interest. It seed that Fate’s head wasn’t the most comfortable location as she hopped over to Prota instead. The girl didn’t show it, but John could tell she was pleased with this situation.
“We learned a few things.”
John sat up. A serious conversation.
“First, a na. Doctor. I’m not sure who or what that is, but he seems to be the one in charge of… whatever they’re doing in those labs.”
“Source?”
“Danjo. That boy we rescued.”
“Oh, that guy?”
John rubbed his chin. He hadn’t initially pegged the dwarf as anybody important, but maybe this was a potential [Character] of interest.
As Fate began to explain his story and the marvellous inventions he’d made, John seed to gain interest. Fate assud it was about the artifacts Danjo had attempted to create, but that wasn’t the real reason John was interested.
John didn’t have a na for these characters yet. They weren’t the [Protagonist], but they weren’t exactly small enough to be [Side Characters] either. [Side Kick]? [Deuteragonist] was technically the proper term, but that was too hard to use.
[Companions]. Would that be a suitable na?
What did that make him, then?
Regardless, this was yet another [Character] that would be indispensable to their end goal. Even if they would never play a role as large as the [Protagonist], they were sure to beco very special in their own way.
Each [Character] had an [End] to the [Story]. And a [Companion] would surely have a special end.
So Danjo was soone John needed to take care of. That was all. Prota, too, was listening, but was interested for another reason.
In a way, Danjo was just like her, wasn’t he? An orphan that’d been taken in by a stranger, only for them to beco a sort of family. She wasn’t sure of Danjo’s circumstances prior to his adoption, but he must’ve had his own hardships as well.
She put herself in his shoes. If John had been taken, experinted on… well, in the first place, that would probably never happen, but if he was thrown into that situation, then how would she react? She shuddered at the re thought of it. No. She would never let that happen in the first place.
However, this Danjo boy had been thrown into that situation. She couldn’t help but understand.
“Co on. Let’s go et him.”
~~~
Danjo stood awkwardly before John and Prota as if he were a schoolboy called to the principal’s office.
Fate was surprised, but really, he should’ve seen this coming. In the first place, Danjo was shy. He’d only opened up because of his desperation to save his sister, but he had no idea why John and Prota were here.
To make things more awkward, Prota was just as equally shy, making the silence in the room twice as loud. John coughed awkwardly. It was as if two old friends were eting up and had dragged their kids along.
“Uh… can I see your artifacts?” John said. He didn’t feel like speaking up, but soone had to do sothing, right?
Danjo nodded stiffly, leading them to his workshop. Fortunately, once they were there, he seed to loosen up a bit now that he was in his natural habitat.
“I’m not quite sure what I would use these for,” Danjo said hesitantly as he showed John his electric gloves. John’s eyes widened.
“Hey. That… if you make the glove a little thicker and line the wires inside, then cover the top with so kind of tal…”
Danjo listened, wide eyed.
“And what’s the power source? How do you power this thing?”
“Ah, that’s… mana crystals…”
John looked carefully and found that there were indeed small crystals lined around the wrist of the glove attached to the wires.
It was crude. Anyone on Earth could’ve made sothing like this, probably. It was essentially just exposed wires stuck onto an electric-resistant glove. But for a boy with no concept of “science” to make sothing like this…
John was just as amazed as Fate had been.
“Hey. Take a look at this.”
John pulled his revolver out and put it down on the table. Danjo stared, wide eyed.
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“What… what is this?” His eye began to sparkle.
“Think of it as a… projectile based artifact of sorts,” John said, lying through his teeth.
He took so bullets out and began to explain.
“These pieces of tal have gunpowder attached to the base of the tal. I call these bullets. Inside the g- artifact is a chanism that activates a spark, thus setting off the gunpowder. This lets it shoot the bullet out at high speeds.”
Danjo stared at the thing, nodding. He’d been practically hypnotized by the thing.
“It’s like… a hand held canon, sized down accordingly…”
He started muttering, picking the weapon up and holding it at different angles.
“Ah! But… this thing is ant to kill people… right?”
“...yeah? That’s kinda the point.”
“I understand,” Danjo nodded slowly. “Still, if I could figure out the fine points of this…”
John watched with a mildly amused expression. The boy was just as shy as Prota, but in a completely different way. One was stoic and rarely showed emotion, scarred from a tragic past. It was possible that without such an upbringing, she would’ve been as cheerful and social as any other child.
Danjo was just a massive nerd. He was probably like this by nature.
Now that John thought about it, a certain number of character stereotypes had been t. Fate, the main character. Well, his personality could’ve been anything. Kit, the mischievous ntor. Albert, the tough guild master, Draco, the annoying noble…
Well, maybe it wasn’t that awful.
John shook his head. He had to stop thinking about these things.
“Um… anyways… thank you for letting join you guys. I promise I won’t let you down!”
John nodded, then turned to Fate.
“Have you talked to Albert about this?”
Fate nodded. “I already took Danjo to Albert. We told him all we know, which isn’t a lot. Only about Doctor and the cells, and the fact that there’s more than one location. Oh, and about the Final Stands and souls. He wasn’t too pleased about that one.”
John looked grim. “So we have to go in again?”
“Yeah, but if we want to take Danjo… well, we’ll have to take him to at least one other dungeon. To see if he can hold up.”
It felt weird to discuss this right in front of Danjo himself, but the dwarf didn’t react. He’d probably already talked about it.
“John. Take a rest. We just went through a lot,” Fate said, putting his hand on John’s shoulder. “We can always prepare another day.”
John nodded. Rest.
He looked down at Prota, who, as usual, had a completely stoic look on her face. Her eyes held a little hope in them, though. John thought he knew what she was thinking.
“Co on, Prota,” John said, nodding at Fate. “Let’s go have a little fun.”
~~~
“Here,” John said. Prota was confused. They were in the middle of the forest.
What were they going to do here?
“I don’t really rember much from Earth, but I rember a few things. Here and there,” John said.
The words seed sad, but John’s tone showed that he’d just accepted it as another fact of life.
“There was sothing I rember cooking back there, though.”
Reaching into his pocket dinsion, John withdrew a variety of bowls, so ground at, so unknown vegetables and so kind of wrap.
“I rember so recipes, but for so reason this one kinda stands out. Maybe the mories surrounding it were precious or sothing. Anyway, let’s get started.”
Prota cleansed her hands using fire magic and followed John as he prepared the ingredients. Put the at in a bowl. Knead. Salt, pepper, so strange oil, so unknown sauces, all mixed in.
While Prota was doing that, she watched as John pulled out a knife and a chopping board and began chopping up so vegetables. So she recognized, so she didn’t. Onions and garlic were two vegetables she knew, but she couldn’t identify the others. Where had John gotten these from?
As soon as John was done, he threw the vegetables into the at mix and continued to knead alongside Prota. He reached into his pocket dinsion again and cracked a few eggs in as well. Things were getting ssy, but that wasn’t important.
“I’m glad they had all the ingredients I rembered,” John mused as he continued to knead the at. “Honestly, I’m not too sure if I’m doing this right, but I sure do hope I am.”
It was a pleasant day. The shade of the branches overhead blocked the hot sun, and a pleasant breeze blew through the forest. Prota could hear birds chirping in the trees, the grass rustling under her feet… it was peaceful.
Calm.
“You got a little sothing there,” John said, reaching over and wiping a piece of food off Prota’s cheek.
It felt nice.
Neither of them was talking, but sohow, it felt fitting. The two were just enjoying each other’s company. There was no need for them to think about anything else: the demon king, the secret organization, Fate, Danjo… it was nice to just sit and relax. To forget about everything else.
After a while, John announced that they were done and pulled out a large board. He poured a bit of water into a bowl and showed Prota how to wet the rims of the wraps, then put a bit of at in the middle and wrap the whole thing up.
For soone who had never made sothing like this before, she found it fun. It was ssy for sure, and she was having a rough ti at the start, but she wouldn't have traded this mont for anything else.
Just being with John in a mont like this.
It was enough.
Soon, the wraps were done, and John pulled out yet another pot and filled the bottom with water, then put so kind of tal plate into the pot and put the dumplings inside.
“Prota, can you start a fire?” John asked after setting up a bunch of firewood.
Soon, steam was rising from the rattling lid, and there was nothing to do but wait. Prota went over to John and sat beside him, leaning on his shoulder. She closed her eyes and listened to the wind, slling the dumplings slowly cook.
“Did you grow?” John said after a while. “During the fight.”
Prota nodded.
“There was a short man. He was strong. Prota lost.”
“Mm… but not without doing sothing crazy, right?”
Prota nodded once.
“What’d you do this ti? So new kinda spell?”
Could she replicate it? Prota didn’t know. It’d been a spell she’d activated out of desperation and semi-consciousness, but she sort of rembered what she’d done. She closed her eyes and focused. The Blossom of Ice slowly began to form, but that was it. Just a normal Blossom.
She opened her eyes and frowned a little. That wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Rember. That feeling. Two opposites blending into one. An intense heat and an intense cold.
She closed her eyes again and started once more.
“Damn. I’m gonna be honest, I don’t know what kind of effort that takes, but… it looks impressive.”
A Blossom of Ice with a burning blue fla inside. However, it wasn’t that the Blossom was hollow.
The fla was burning while frozen over. It was almost like a frozen fla.
Prota watched as John stared at the spell with shining eyes. He really did look impressed. And he looked calm. Maybe not happy, but… it was close. Was that what Fate had been talking about? She was happy when John was happy. Did John feel the sa way, too?
“Anything else?” John said after a while. “I an, I’m not really expecting anything, but…”
Prota shook her head. She couldn’t think of anything significant that’d happened other than the creation of that spell.
Well, there was…
“Water, earth magic,” Prota said quietly.
She watched as the steam from the pot gathered and swirled into a little ball above her finger, but that was pretty much the extent of what she could do. She could maybe shape it and throw it, but that wasn’t really anything useful or impressive.
She stared at the ground and lifted a small chunk of dirt, then put it back. Simple magic, although slightly more advanced than the bare minimum.
“From that guy you fought?” John said.
Prota nodded.
“Good job,” John said as he wrapped his arm around Prota. “Ok. No need to think about that anymore, right?”
Prota nodded once, but she was happy.
Really happy.
When was the last ti she’d felt so at peace? She wished things could be like this forever. Just her and John, sitting, cooking, smiling… well, John’s smile wasn’t real, and Prota wasn’t smiling, but still. Sohow, the chaos of everything made this mont all the more better. The effort, the pain of reaching this point made it all the more satisfying.
After a bit, John walked over to the pot and lifted the lid, revealing the finished product of their work. Prota’s mouth began to water as she watched John lift the dumplings out of the pot and onto a pan. The skins shone, glistening from the moisture, making them semi-transparent and revealing the browned at inside.
Reaching into his pocket dinsion one more ti, he poured so oil onto the pan and began to fry the dumplings, causing a delicious aroma to rise. The beefy at, the aromatic herbs and vegetables, the doughy wraps…
Prota’s stomach growled.
“Just wait. It’ll be done soon.”
True to John’s words, they were done within a few minutes, and he pulled out so plates and a bowl. It wasn’t supposed to take such a short ti, but they were in a world of [Fiction]. Sotis, shortcuts weren’t that awful.
The dumplings had been fried so their skin was a light golden brown on the outside. They had a crispness that was sohow soft and chewy at the sa ti, pairing perfectly with the tender, juicy at inside.
“Here, dip them in this,” John said, pouring so kind of brown sauce into the bowl.
Prota obliged, dipping the dumplings in the sauce before putting one into her mouth.
Her eyes widened.
The vegetables and at blended in perfect harmony, a balance of salty, juicy, and savoury. The wrap was crispy and chewy, adding an ideal texture to the rough at and vegetables. The sauce, too, added a flavour that complinted the rest of the dish that she couldn’t quite describe.
“Like it?” John smiled as he watched Prota’s expression.
She nodded, going right back to the food. Well, no point in ruining her fun. John leaned back as his sister devoured the al, slowly chewing as his mind turned back to the [Plot]. As much as he hated it, he couldn’t afford to let it slip his mind for too long.
“Hm… surely the focus has shifted to Fate by now, right? Maybe Albert? Danjo? The enemy? I can just let loose, right? There’s no way the [Story] is talking about us making dumplings.”
Unlike Prota, he had no delusions of this peace lasting forever. He couldn’t enjoy this mont fully because he knew. It would soday be ripped away from him. That was how stories worked. Nothing lasts forever. This clearly wasn’t a slice of life.
He could feel montarily at peace, but it was constantly nagging him. Knowing that it would soday be ripped away from him. He thought back to Zero’s parable. Curse? Blessing? What did any of that an?
He just wanted sothing like this to last forever.
But that was impossible.
“Hey, Prota,” he said quietly as they finished up in silence. “Do you ever… feel the need to curse soone? For what’s happened?”
Prota looked up at him with a confused look. What was he going on about?
“Like… do you ever feel the need to bla soone for all the suffering you’ve been through?”
He constantly did that. He cursed the [Author] that put him in this situation. The [Author] that made him suffer and used him for so kind of [Plot].
Did Prota have sothing like that? Soone to curse?
“...no,” Prota said quietly.
She’d never thought about it. She was thinking about it now, though, as she sipped a cup of juice.
Soone to curse? Sure, she’d been through so pretty bad suffering. But had she ever blad anyone? In the end, the only person she’d ever blad was herself. For being too weak, for being unlucky, for being a curse and a demon… she’d always blad herself. She could bla the demon king, but in the end, she chose to bla herself.
She would never tell that to John, though.
“Hm… one more thing. If you could… go back. You could have the choice never to have those powers of yours in the first place, just to go and live a happy life. Would you do that?”
Prota thought one more ti.
“No,” she said unexpectedly.
“...no?”
“If I didn’t have these powers… then I wouldn’t have t John,” Prota said simply.
With that, she leaned her head on his shoulder again. John felt his chest tighten. He was worried that Prota would feel the pounding of his heart, but it seed that she hadn’t noticed anything.
It was peaceful. Quiet. Monts like these were to be cherished. Wasn’t it ok?
To just accept it. To sit in the quiet and be happy.
This feeling. Maybe… maybe it wasn’t a blessing, but maybe it wasn’t a curse.
It just was.
A small smile ford on John’s lips as he wrapped his arm around Prota.
[Determination activates!]
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