Grand Foreigner (Chapters 1- 200)

Chapter 55

Mozart stared at his enemy warily trying not to miss even a single twitch from his adversary.

Click... There, that motion means that the enemy is attacking with a blow from below.

Mozart smiled, and then simply stepped back, allowing the blow to fall into the void, after which he struck back with a sharp counterattack using his fist.

Light click... A high guard.

A slide kick, then, while the enemy is still airborne - a jump strike. Then a finishing blow while he is still on the floor.

After that, the enemy instead of simply getting back to his feet decided to roll away - this was indicated by the audible slight rustle of plastic caused by the movement of fingers.

Hmm, as if he would allow such a thing. Mozart just smiled, then pushed on the attack. A leap to bypass the enemy, guard from a somersault blow, and then catch him in between frames with a double combo and...

"VICTORY! FLAWLESS VICTORY! "- the invisible referee loudly announced his triumph and Mozart turned toward the man sitting next to him.

"Another match goes to me," Mozart smiled at the technician who decided to test his mettle against an insurmountable opponent in the form of the Child of God today. After putting the controller down, the technician slumped his shoulder in disbelief.

"Seven matches!" He grinned then extended a hand toward Mozart, "Seven matches without receiving a single blow! My respect toward a master."

"Well, I'm after all the Child of God," Mozart grinned, shaking his hand back in respect. Few still dared to play against him in any fighting games after that memorable night, when he won a battle of one against three without suffering a single blow, - "I have a couple of abilities for any occasion."

Any other Servant would consider it an unworthy endeavour - to use their Servants' abilities in something as mundane as playing a console game. But Mozart really appreciated his absolute sense of hearing. And if, thanks to his heightened sense of hearing, he could determine which buttons his opponent pressed and in which direction the controller joystick was pointed towards, then why should he not take advantage of that?

"And yet, how did you do it?" The technician looked at him questioningly, to which Mozart only smiled smugly.

"Let's just say..." - Mozart looked at his fighter - or rather, at the swordswoman, who still stood in a victorious position, - "I was always good with the girls."

The technician, having heard the joke, laughed, after which he sighed and shook his head.

"Well this has been enjoyable" rising from the couch, he glanced at the Servant. "But, the Core recovery team ran into some kind of problem, and they needed me for something. So I have to go back to work ."

"I see," Mozart sighed, "Then good luck with that, Lancel."

Lancel only nodded graciously, after which he left the room.

Mozart was left face to face with the still flashing victory screen.

For several seconds, the Servant thoughtfully watched the victory celebration, after which he sighed. The Chaldea's core, huh...

Mozart was a Servant. Not the strongest he admit . Perhaps even below average. But still he was a Servant, of the Caster class. His knowledge and achievements in magic were great. Unfortunately, he could not help with the restoration of the Core itself.

Mozart was a specialist in Orpheus Magecraft, a rare and very complicated system, built on its own principles that is wildly different from many other magic systems. And therefore, Mozart, although he understood his magic system like no one else, could not help with something so alien to him as the techno-magical miracle of Chaldea's Core, even if he wanted to.