Where there was mystery, there was magic, and magic is the work of miracles unexplained.
It was difficult for Shirou to piece everything together since his stay in Remnant, but it was now abundantly clear that magic was once a principle concept of the world. His visit to Mountain Glenn and the subsequent reactions of official Huntsman and Huntresses when exposed to the presence of mana were proof enough.
Their bodies absorbed the magical energy as if starved of a precious resource for too long.
Shirou could observe the process simply due to his nature as a Heroic Spirit that relied on magical energy to sustain himself. As a Heroic Spirit, he could determine the amount of energy individuals had in order to devour them in the case the Master couldn't provide enough energy. It was a darker aspect of Heroic Spirits with many outright refusing to resort to such means so it was certainly off the table for him.
The point was, he could feel the swell of magic energy congregate within everyone present near a source of magic. It reflected in the blaze of their Aura surrounding each like flames, either enhancing their capabilities, or unlocking Aura for those who've yet to do so.
The miracle clumsily held within Jaune Arc's hands created a dome of energy ten meters in diameter even without the activation of the Noble Phantasm. This was the power of the flag's presence alone, and it blazed throughout the room, granting comfort, granting strength, and granting reprieve.
Where this banner goes, victory shall surely follow.
Before the eyes of all, the injured in attendance stared in muted shock and growing wonder as all within the flag's light gradually began to heal. Much to the alarm of the crowd, someone desperately rushed out of the gathering at the revelation of the miracle only to immediately return with a sickly woman in his arms.
Anxiously, the man pushed through the assembly to reach a location merely two meters away from Jaune and his family who looked rattled at all the attention.
"Please. Please." The man said nothing else, only pleaded more to himself than anyone else that this would work.
The woman the man had brought in was dying not from any Grimm attack, but sickness.
The thing was, even before the man began pleading, the woman's constitution had visibly begun to improve upon entering the passive circle of light emitted from the flag pole in Jaune's hands.
Gaunt features began to redden, and sunken cheeks began to fill out. Under the eyes of all, the woman who looked moments away from death, now just seemed sick with a high fever.
The light of hope emitted from the flag...it was working.
Seeing this was all it took for a few others in the assembly to push through the gathered crowd and out of the assembly just to return with more of the sick and gravely injured which they placed near Jaune and his family. The crowd unanimously made way for them all.
Jaune and his family weren't going to be leaving for a while. Moreover, Jaune's father seemed to have a lot going on in his mind.
As for the leaders upon the podium, many had been rendered mute with the turn of events. Just when they'd all given up, a sign had come wreathed in warm light, bidding them to remain steadfast.
Morale was infectious, and for some leaders including Priam Verdant, she saw something within the miracle born from her own fond memories.
'A duty of a Huntsman and Huntress, is to lay down their lives for the sake of those that can't.'
The motto of the Verdant family played in Priam's mind while she imagined her fallen family members standing in line with all those that stood to oppose the decision to evacuate. A flicker of longing welled in her features, before she sighed.
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The Huntsman of Red V2
AdventureGuardian, Protector, Hero, and perhaps something more, that was what he had always meant to her, but to others he was simply known as the Huntsman of Red, Remnant's final hope. This story is not mine, it belongs to Parcasious
