For I Am A Side Character - 107: A Myth of Fated Spirits

“So…what did you want to talk to me about?” I asked as I stood in the shade, on top of the academy’s roof.

And by my side was John Bishop.

After my meeting with the principal, as I made my way back to my classmates, I encountered John who was nervously looking for me in the school canteen.

When he saw me, he asked that I meet with him in the roof for a personal talk…and now, here we were.

“…” taking in his silence, I assumed that it was a hard topic to start.

“Is this about your dreams?” I asked.

“Y-yes…” he said.

“Why, what happened? Did the same voice came back again, the same one who asked you to go and kill the Miller brothers?”

“Yes, it was the same voice, but its hard to explain what happened in my dream.”

“…What do you mean? Did the voice say something else other than the orders to kill the Miller brothers?” I asked, expecting this to be the case.

“It happened two days ago. In my dreams, the voice returned and she reminded me yet again to go and kill the Miller Brother’s, justifying that they were half-demons.”

“Okay and what happened?”

“It was hard to explain, but during my visions, as she repeatedly said that I should execute them, all of a sudden, her tone suddenly changed. And out of nowhere, a second voice came shouting at her, telling her that ‘The Tenth has been slain…’ that second voice said it twice, and after that, the voice came into a panic and the visions stopped.” he said.

And to his words, I was left in shock…

The tenth…there was only one person who comes to mind when that number was spoken. With how the time of my battle completely syncs in with the night of John’s visions, I can only assume that the ‘Tenth’ they mentioned was probably Agifell, the 10^th fallen seat…

And with how it seems like they were put in a panic only makes me assume that Agifell’s position was not something one can just pass by. She must have been put in such a high regard to put such a shock in their voices after her death.

And that means that the connection between the voice of John’s dream and whoever Agifell worked for must be connected.

“…Soril?” Having been quiet after hearing this report from John, it makes me wonder who this group really is.

“John…”

Whatever this group is, I need to confront them…

“Tonight, I’ll visit the church and see what’s actually happening during your visions.” I said.

It makes me wonder why God wouldn’t entail me of some kind of mission relating to John’s predicament, I mean John did say it himself that he received a vision that the heavens directed him to my name. But judging by how everything has been going so far, I feel like this is the right direction that I should take.

“…You will?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“What can you do though?” he asked as he was a bit skeptical.

“I don’t know yet…but I want to see for it myself on what happens every night when this voice comes by your dream.” I said.

“Are you sure though?”

“Yes, just trust me. This kind of situation intrigues me more than you would think.” I said.

“…Okay,

After our quick meeting, John left less nervous than he previously was…and to it, I made my way to the canteen to eat with what little time I had.

After a few more classes that came and went, it was finally time for our usual sparring lesson. And with my usual partner, Jessica, up to the challenge, I had a different idea in mind for today’s fight.

Usually at the start of this class, the sparring ground would be filled with a line of other sparring students. In time, me and Jessica would be called out to spar on the ground, so while we were doing our usual routine in the tracks and other obstacles, I told Jessica my intentions.

“So since we’re going to a B-rank dungeon in the future, how about I size you up and see if you’re actually ready to go head to head with a B-rank dungeon.” I said.

“What? How does that work? You’re rank is clearly above a B-rank, so are you just going to hold yourself back against me?” she asked.

“Something like that. I know how strong a usual B-ranker is, so if I think you don’t have the skills for it, just say no.” I said.

“…Fine, but I don’t see any point in doing this though.” she said.

Hearing her words, I assume that she probably doesn’t see any differences from my usual skill… but I had a plan to change my usual skills.

When our names were finally called to use the sparring ground, I used God’s will to seal my strength and skill to that of a B-ranker.

From here on out, I’ll be going all out while using some not-so heavy skills like the Mountain Splitter and the Advanced skills on the Arenean Sword and Shield skill set.

Usually I wouldn’t be able to go all out against Jessica and the other students at this academy. The only time I could ever let out my best was when I train with Brother Cecil or when I fight some insanely strong opponents like the fallen angel.

Yet now, I can finally let loose while feeling weaker than usual.

“…” as we stood against one another, with her acting on her usual self…I smirked.

“…Be ready babe, I won’t hold myself back.” I said.

And to my actions, I quickly enchanted my body with Body Reinforcement.

And with it, I dashed forward with nothing but a blunt sword.

***

The moment he dashed in, he could feel just how slow he was from his usual strength and speed…but in sight of Jessica’s notice, she found nothing so different from his manner aside from his rather aggressive smirk.

The moment he came in forward with a wide swing, Jessica braced herself by raising two daggers upward to shield herself from the strike.

*THUD!*

The moment the two weapons came ot meet, Jessica suddenly noticed a weird difference in Soril’s power…

‘…what?’ having to push his sword away, she distanced herself to evaluate his skill just now in that strike.

‘is it me…or has he gotten weaker?’ she thought.

Contrary to Jessica’s strength, she was no doubt stronger than an average hunter.

But through her experiences with Soril and against Soril, she has grown more than she had notice.

It is said that the environment can change a person without them even knowing….so for Jessica to have been by Soril’s side at a large time, she herself could not realize the sheer strength she held. Yet now that in the show of Soril binding his strength to that of a moderate B-ranker, Jessica can now be evaluated as someone who was much more than a person reaching a B-ranked stage, she was already at the peak of that level.

It might have something to do with her passive skill, the [Adaptive heart], but nonetheless, she had grown more than she herself knows.

Having the thought that Soril might have gotten weaker, for some reason, Jessica smiled.

‘…I don’t know what it is…but fuck it!’

Having the joy to fight him at a rather serious show of expression, Jessica fought head to head with Soril.

Soril’s eyes flickered with a mixture of empathy and determination as he watched Jessica’s confident smile. For yet again, in a time of wonder, both showed such a willing fighting spirit to go all out.

Jessica lunged forward with her daggers sparking with fury. She moved with a fluid grace, her attacks were precise and deadly. As for each dagger that came near Soril, he parried each strike with a smile so content, his sword and body simply became synced with Jessica’s actions.

As yet again, their compatibility with one another showed no bounds. At the simply minute that has yet to passed in this spar, already, the sight of their hearts was intertwined by the sheer love for the battle.

In the realization of the [Mix-up theory], by the study that Sergeant O’riley was focused on, he witnessed the sight before him. Two compatible battles…where not a single blade was reaching the other…

O’riley could only gasp at the sight of wonder before him…

‘Is this real?’ he thought

For not once has this happened before…but true to the data shown before him, at last, a pair of spirits came to battle…at a compatibility percent of perfection.

100% compatibility…

Not once has there ever been a data this pure and true…

And because of such a development, something strange happened in this spar…

Spars of various colors started to show in the sparks of their blades meeting.

It was like a show of fireworks in broad daylight…

A spectacle never once seen in human history before…

Sergeant O’riley could not believe his eyes…

From the study he has focused his work on for the past few years…a theory was simply a theory that could be proven with enough evidence….

Yet in the show of proof before him, with the various colors that came to light, what was shown wasn’t simply a theory….no, it was more than that…

What was shown in front of him was none other than what was said to be a “Myth.”

The Myth called to be the [Perfect Fated Spirits]

A binding myth that showed tales of two spirits who were said to have been born to meet one another…

Many stories were created to visualize the passing of its knowledge…

One story revolved around a prince who came to battle a dragon for fifty years…and in the final day that they fought, the moment his sword met the dragon’s breath of fire, a rainbow grew from where their corpses stand. It was said that the sword still exist and it contains the very will of a dragon, and whoever was to find this sword shall be the strongest to ever lived.

Another story revolved around two families of infamous works. One was girl who worked with a family who nurtured a field of gardens, and another was a boy who lived in a family who trained in the way of the sword…in their encounter, they fell in love. Yet in that time, war was nearing and the boy died at an early age, after said war. it was said that the garden to which the girl was nurturing bloomed into a row of blades to which when the sun shined down on it, it showed a variety of colors… to this tale, it was said that a true field that blooms blades exist in this world, and for every rain that passes by that field, it shows a light of various colors.

Many fated stories were intertwined with the myth of the [Perfect Fated Spirits], and now, in the sight before Sgt. O’riley, that said myth was now shown to be real…

No one knows what this means if ever such fate was meant, but for every tale said, not once has there ever been a happy ending for both fated spirits.

‘…’ Sgt. O’riley was both amazed and saddened by this realization.

The battle continued for fifteen minutes…until finally, Soril was thrown off his feet and Jessica took the advantage by pushing him down, ending the fight  with her hips sitting over his stomach.

“haa….haaa…haaa~”

“haa….haaa…haaa~”

Both made heavy breathes…

And both were blushed with the redness of a cherry as they felt the heat of their battle slowly overwhelm their emotions for one another.

“…Wow, you won.” said Soril as he showed a satisfied expression.

“…Yeah, I did.” soon enough, Jessica was seen with a lustful gaze. Her victory against Soril simply ignited a passion in her heart that she herself was familiar.

In the position they were in, both soon realized what happened.

(AN: Jessica sitting over Soril’s stomach + Cowgirl position)

And soon enough, Jessica quickly pulled away in the embarrassment of it all.

The spar ended with it being so.

Soril lost against Jessica again.