Fate: Gremory (English Version)

Arc 2: Chapter 1

Arc 2: Chapter 1

—It looks like a hurricane has come here.

A boy with disheveled brown hair sticking out in several directions with green eyes commented.

I watched in various directions as the place was destroyed. Until he looked at the grown man standing near him.

He looked like the adult version of the child.

The man took out a cigarette and then began to smoke.

—Let's go on, looking closely, it's certain that no one died; so, let's look for answers from whoever attacked the Norse Pantheon.

—Yes, father.

They spent several minutes walking and observing all the destruction in the home of the Norse until they managed to see wounded and unconscious bodies on the roads leading to the immense castle that was in the worst condition.

—Odin's impressive castle now looks like a garbage dump.

The boy stared boredly all over the place, as he watched the dying bodies lying scattered as they made their way closer to Odin's home.

—I can sense a strong spiritual power of these lesser gods... Seriously it is amazing that all of them were destroyed and surely humiliated, I can only perceive 3 magical traces in the air that are different.

The boy commented as he glanced sideways at his father.

—A hard blow to the pride of these arrogant and stupid gods.

The father replied while smiling with amusement.

Arriving at an immense door that was lying on the ground, they entered the castle, as they advanced further inside, they observed more dying bodies.

The boy saw something that caught his attention.

He was a fat man with long, disheveled hair as well as a long beard.

What caught his attention was the object that was held in his right hand.

The father saw how his son observed something that caught his attention, seeing who the subject was, he spoke to him.

—That's Thor, and you sure know what gun he wields.

—Mjölnir.

The son whispered.

He started to approach the fat man and then grabbed the hammer.

The father watched as his son began to study and analyze the hammer.

"I hope you don't try to make a copy of that hammer."

A small drop appeared on the father's forehead.

He continued his walk, letting his son continue to study the hammer.

Arriving at Odin's throne, he saw a dying old man.

—You were really mistreated.

Odin's eyes began to blink and then opened little by little, he looked ahead where he could see who had spoken to him.

—Haha... ugh... —I try to laugh a little. —My whole body hurts.

Odin began to speak without moving his body much, in order to have a fluid conversation.

—It's been a while, God of War Jin Toujou.

—I'd like to have a friendlier chat with you, though, but it's beside the point at the moment.

—You have an interest in the people who attacked us, right.

Jin nodded.

—Would you believe me that the ones who attacked us were a small group of 3 children?