NEEDLESS, Sword Dancers and All-Around-Type-Moon Stuff. Hopefully this will make up for the lack of, well, everything.

So yeah! Three things for you guys!

First, NEEDLESS 18.
Second, Sword Dancers Episode 4, Revival.
Third, The Comp Ace February 2009 Issue.

Okay, so, first off, I didn’t want to do Sword Dancers despite the fact that the raw floating around (on share too, probably) is mine. Don’t ask why i’m called Citsu either. Personally, I don’t think I do top-notch jobs, and such a series deserves nothing but good work. I eventually decided on the “to hell with it” approach. If there are better versions, I’ll refer you to them. If not, well, to hell with it.

So, anyways, here.

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Together with House Husband, Part 2, Chapter 37 – A Red Thread

Together with House-Husband, Part 2, Chapter 37 – A Red Thread.

“——ah…. Fwah…!”

*Cough, Cough!*

Emerging from the depths of his consciousness, Archer choked on the taste of the ocean water that had invaded his lungs.

“Ah…. Haa… Haa… Where am I…?”

The dimly rising sunlight in the eastern sky illuminated the landscape and told him his location.

A dock… the river side park that spread across the river bank, where the sightseeing tours boarded. The rope coiled around his body was for mooring the boats to the shore; somehow he had gotten caught on it, saving him from floating into the open ocean. A stroke of good luck.

“Guh… Haah…Ah…”

Mustering his strength, he climbed up the wharf. He wrenched out stakes stored in his foot and arm guards and stuck them into the gaps in the wall. He would stab one in and pull one out one at a time, using his hands and feet to ascend. Essentially, he was rock climbing up the pier.

“Hah… Ahh…”

As he crawled up to the top of the wharf, he fell facing up, his strength exhausted. He filled his chest full of the cool morning air, rousing his awareness, and with it reviving the pain across his entire body. Every part of his body.

“…Ha, ha ha… I can’t believe… I survived.”

He lightly examined his condition. His entire body was thoroughly covered in wounds, new and reopened. The scars caused by the holy swords, due to their offensive strength, were harmful, but the wounds themselves were not deep. It would be difficult to close them, but if he took care it would not be an issue. His eyes and right arm that had been struck were especially severe. A brutal wound caused by the final blow ran from where it had pierced his right shoulder to his chest. If he had not noticed the sniping, it would have been over then.

The main problem was his remaining supply of magical energy. He may have been in a state of near death, but he had lost a significant amount of blood for the perhaps half a day he had been underwater, thoroughly exhausting his energy to maintain his condition. He had perhaps half the amount of magical energy of a typical magician remaining. It would take everything he had to avoid annihilation, let alone healing his wounds.

“Gah… Ah…”

Holding his wounds, Archer’s tottering body collapsed in a nearby thicket. He shed his conspicuous red coat, and used it as an emergency medical supply. Waiting for a moment when people were absent, he secured some water and cleansed his wounds, sewed the cuts whose size made stitches possible with a medical needle and thread taken from the burial cloth, and used the rest of the shroud in place of dressing to brace his injuries. It was a first-class defense-oriented conceptual weapon that excelled at protecting the wearer from damage. Even so, the treatment of his injured right arm was beyond the kit he had on hand.

“Damn… Maybe if I rest and sneak into a hospital afterwards…”

In any case, he was currently acting independently. While possessing the ability, moving on without resting would not only be a waste of magical for Archer but suicide. Placing his back against a tree, he isolated his external magic power inside himself, and decided to take a short period of rest.



…Evening fell. There was fine weather after all the rain, and the same beautiful reddened sun shone on the shade of the tree Archer took rest under. Far away, he could hear the voices of children playing energetically. Though winter was nearing, the joyfulness was just like that on a summer’s evening, and the soft breeze blowing alongside the gentle rays of the sun tickled his face as he awoke.

“…It’s late, I guess.”

Archer loosened his neck and relaxed the stiffness in his body. His sutured wounds were not in terrible state, but his right arm had as he expected not improved, and intermittently throbbed with pain. His poor condition was unchanged. But this was why something felt wrong.

“…My magical power is… Recovering?”

His internal supply of magical energy had greatly recovered from where it had been before he had rested.

It was possibly for Servants to use their own magical circuit to produce some magical energy. But as the amount recovered was in proportion to the remaining power, considering his own currently exhausted magical state, the level of energy produced was, practically, more than he could ask for from his own magic circuit.

“……?”

With the creation of a supply of magical energy, it was essential the Servant themselves be in range of the Master’s magical power, and it would be impossible to receive its benefits if far apart. There were many tasks, from reconnaissance to sniping, that took a Servant away from their Master, and while the Servant Archer held the class skill of “Independent Action”, under conditions when magical energy was severed, it prevented pointless loss, and did not actually raise the efficiency of replenishment.

It was faint, but he had recovered power. That was proof that the Master was coming close to being in range with the Servant to transmit magical energy and that the supply line had been reestablished. In which case-


*Thmp*


“…Hm?”

Suddenly, a soccer ball flew into his field of view. Unconsciously knocking it down, it bounced off the front of the bush and fell into his lap.

“—-!?”

It was probably a stray ball from some of the boys playing soccer in the park that had found its way here. They would no doubt be coming to collect it. It would be rather troublesome if one came this way and saw Archer in his current state.

Standing out now would be extremely unfortunate. In his condition, being discovered by an enemy servant would mean defeat and death. He couldn’t kick the ball back in return, but he couldn’t very well hold on to it either. Judging that his only option was to escape, Archer placed the ball on the ground and stood-

“…Oh. Huuh? Mister! Hey, Mister!”

At that moment, a voice outside the bush called to Archer. Resigned, Archer turned his head, and in his eyes was the red haired boy he had met at the Fuyuki Department Store.

“You’re-”
“Woow, what are the chances? Hey, is that cosplay?”
“…Just where did you learn that word from-”
“Or is it some new type of fireman uniform? …Hey… Mister is that, maybe…”
“……”
“Y-, you’re hurt- Ah!”

At the sight of the blood seeping out and staining the burial cloth, the boy fell into confusion. Archer’s left hand seized the boy’s body with incredible swiftness and pulled him into the thicket.

“Hey, wh-, what are you doing, Mister!?”
“…I don’t want to get rough, boy. Just be good now.”
“…Eh, hey, Mister. Your eyes are scary, you know?”
“Promise me one thing, and then I’ll let you go. Don’t tell anyone I’m hiding here.”
“…Huh?”
“I’m playing a game of hide and seek right now with my life on the line. It’s all over If I get found.”
“Wh-, what…!? M-, Mister, what are you!?”
“If you promise to keep it a secret, maybe I could tell you. So, do you promise?”
“I-, I swear! I swear! I won’t tell anyone!”
“…Good. Then first bring the ball back to your friends, and act normally.”
“O-, okay.”
“Then when everyone goes home, come back here. Then I’ll tell you my secret. Make sure not to tell anyone.”
“A-, alright! I’ll be right back!”

The boy left the bushes, his eyes sparkling. Boys his age were obsessed with huge conspiracies and the unknown. It had really been quite easy. Confirming that the boy had run up to his friends, Archer hid himself in a stall inside a nearby public bathroom while protecting his injured body. He pictured the boy’s face twisting in sadness and anger, but it was for his sake. His heart would hurt, but he would have to bear the tears.

“I’m sorry, boy.”

Sitting on a closed toilet seat, Archer listened closely to the boys’ voices.

“Later!”
“See you tomorrow!”
“Bye!”




…………


“…He left?”


………


*………Tmp Tmp Tmp!*




“Mister!”
“…? …Uwaah!”
“That’s mean! You said you’d stay in the bushes! You promised!”
“…Absurd.”

How had he found him? And then Archer finally noticed. A loose string from the burial cloth ran along the floor and stretched out past the door.

“A string from the frayed part of the cloth around your shoulder got caught on a branch in the bushes, and big pieces of it came off the whole way here!”
“…I cannot believe this.”

Unable to accept his own bad luck, Archer was shocked at how low his attentiveness must have been to not notice something like that.

He unconsciously looked to the heavens. There was… A rather proud-looking boy’s face peering in from above the door.

“Found you!”
“…Shit.”


Together With House Husband, Part 2, Chapter 37.
The saint’s red thread. It is connected to the thread of fate.
And it is tied to several fates even he knows nothing of.

Chasing after him, what do the three children have to give him?

Oh look it’s the FSN 2010 Reproduction OP.

At least the Avalon Summoning scene looks better. Once again thanks to anons of /fate/.

Well, it’s a bit late, but I want to keep a little faith DEEN can pull off something good. Perhaps UBW’ll be good if it has a movie budget!

p.s. I saw this at C77, plus a few other trailers from Rondo Robe, so this is nothing new. Ending, however, is. (p.s. nico nico, need account, etc)

Together with House-Husband, Part 2, Chapter 36 – Curse

Together with House-Husband, Part 2, Chapter 36 – Curse

Let us go back to a few days ago. A few days after the explosion at the Fuyuki Department Store.

Archer had gone to the church, keeping it a secret from the children. He went to search for confirmation of the beginning of the Holy Grail War and details of the situation.

The fortunate warden, Kotomine Risei, had been associated with the elder Tohsakas. His son, Kotomine Kirei, had in quick order acquired an amicable relationship. If you were prepared to receive some emotional damage, he was a man par excellence as both clergy and agent, and if all went well, Archer had a plan to possibly request his cooperation.


“So you finally noticed, Bowman.”

Kotomine Kirei’s first bit of speech sounded amazed. He lowered himself into a seat in front of the two-person altar and spoke,  facing away from both the bowman and himself.

“What kind of warden are you, exactly? If that’s the case, who knows how many people the Servant of that established magician… Has consumed.”

Indiscriminate slaughter by a Servant. It was an unforgivable taboo by the rules they had established. Sorcery was to be hidden. Victims could arouse suspicion in others, and thus were unacceptable. The results of Archer’s investigation were focused on the vicinity of the Fuyuki Department Store, but there had been five missing people.

An unusually large deviation for the area for simple missing persons’ cases; the length of the incident seemed short, the people many. The information may have gone unreported, but the severe nature of the incident made investigation a matter of time. No, it had already begun. If it hadn’t, it wouldn’t have been so easy to check.

*Clench*

The words he directed at Kotomine could be very well be said to Archer himself. Who was he to call himself an ally of justice? He had to end this- immediately.

“…I’ll thank you for the information. Well, what business do you have for me today, Servant? Penitence for the victims of regret that lie in your heart? Or have you perhaps come to ask for the safeguard of the children you won’t be able to fully protect?”

…….

Archer laughed. The priest sarcastically distorted gossip and spoke nonsense. Me, unable to protect children?


“What was that?”
“…Hm? You should know, Bowman. We may rarely meet, but this is a neighborhood. I’ve seen you walking through the area together with the Master’s daughter’s quite often. It’s quite amusing, in fact.”

“……”

“So. What business do you have with me, O Servant of the dead of war? If it concerns the latter incident, I will gladly take responsibility. This trial… Is far too cruel for them. Those girls are so young. They’ve come so far without staining their hands with blood.”

The young priest continued to speak while seeming to take pleasure in observing the changing expression of the Bowman. As if each word exposed some vague fear the Bowman harbored, he opened up his heart.

“…Shut up. I’m the one who came to ask questions. A house of God is a place to seek help for what troubles you. I’m not here to listen to your sermon.”
“…How impolite of me. Not answering anything after you have taken such pains to come here undetected would make me a failure as a priest. I will answer to the best of my ability.”

Archer began asking questions. Kotomine knew several things.

The battle had already begun, and seven Servants and seven Masters were gathering… The status of the substitute grail from the Einzbern family was unconfirmed… Traces of battles between Servants had already been discovered, and it was very likely there were already some losers. And so forth.

“…You answered more than I expected. This is an odd turn of events, isn’t it?”

Expecting no worthwhile information, Archer had reaped a harvest beyond his imagining. Especially the whereabouts of the Holy Grail. The Einzbern Master possessed it. There were strong signs to that effect. If he seized it first, it would be useful for attack and defense.


“…Well. Then it pains me to say I have one thing left. A gift of curse for you to take.”
“…What?”

Archer sensed danger in the rejoicing smile of the priest. He furrowed his brow and glared at him. The priest shrugged his shoulders at the menacing gaze and smiled bitterly.



“It would appear that you have lost your chance this time. I am a mere onlooker now. Well, it’s only proper to accept that.”

“…? …Hey, what?”



The information he had gained from the priest was undoubtedly of worth. Gazing in satisfaction at the discouraged, tall red figure, the priest smiled once and looked into his eyes.

“In this battle. You will hurt all that you try to protect. You will hurt them… Deeply.”

“…What?”

The priest’s calm smile held the answer for the Bowman.

“Bowman. You exist as an Heroic Spirit, and therefore you were called by the Grail. Why did you become a hero? What did you achieve to become so? I can not know. But. Of one thing I am certain.”

“Heroes-”

…Yes, what the priest had to say. In his regrets, absorbed in reminiscence, the Bowman now knew so well it pained him.

“Are beings that could never be born in peace. They kill and kill and kill. Devoted to their own dream, a domain where the only the faithful arrive.”

The dark eyes, sharper than any arrow, pierced the Bowman.

“Bowman. What you seek, the way to protect the peace and the hearts of those two-“

A way of choosing someone.

“For the way you have lived, it is impossible. The methodology a human whose hands are stained with blood can take is merely what he knows.”

And then, he smiled.

“So, what can you choose, Bowman? The time will come. Even if it destroys those children’s young hearts, you’ll choose to dirty your hands with blood, and fulfill your own dream.”

“……”

Kill and kill and kill, and the peace built atop the corpses was his accomplishment, his final result. What he could achieve was to protect by killing, a course of action soaked in blood.

This was the hypocrisy of the ally of justice he had sought. Faster and more efficiently than anyone else. A savior of the many bringing battle to a close, an enemy of the few.

Showing that way to the girls would be-.

To those immature smiles. Those kinds grins.

How much would it hurt them?

“It may be possible to hide “it” from them forever.”



“……”

It was impossible. As long as he continued this way. As long as he lived by defeating an enemy, killing someone and seizing victory.

“…Heh.”

The priest poured further derision on the frozen Bowman and left his seat.

“When you do choose that, I’ll pray. Pray that those angelic little faces aren’t covered in sadness. That they aren’t troubled by those lost lives. I’ll pray, and wait.”



Yes, priest. Your prediction had come to pass. The man who had lived as a murderer, developed himself into one firm blade, made the worst possible choice.

Hurt others, unable to kill. And now the precious people left behind were perishing.

“A great curse—”


Together With House Husband, Part 2, Chapter 36.
Despite his years, the priest adept at striking at the hearts of others identifies the irregularity of the Knight of the Bow.

A question that seemed as if those who had lost their chance blamed those who had gained it cut deeper into his heart even more than battle.

Always in his heart, a question directed at himself. Ever since that day.

Those festering words, akin to a curse that dwelled within the Knight of the Bow, pulled apart their three hearts and continued to torture him, even now.