A young boy, 15, is abandoned at an orphanage. It is there he remains, an outlier due to his... curious accent, until one fateful day, on his 19th birthday, when his fate turns...
Adopted by Gorou and Miki Hyoudou, this boy becomes a step-brother to...
Y/N had flown for a few minutes until he hovered over the top of Kouh Academy, looking down at the campus below.
He descended and slammed into the earth, creating a crater at his landing point. Slowly, Y/N stood. He walked forward and stopped once he was in a wide-open area. His eyes scanned the area around, searching for any vital signatures.
Spirit: (Be careful... if this the same woman from back then she-)
Y/N: (I know. Just keep the scanner running.)
Spirit: (Alright...)
Y/N's cybernetic arm transformed into its Plasma Rifle form, and he slowly moved again as he pointed his arm in all directions, making sure to check, not knowing who or where someone could attack him—eventually, arriving at the rear of the Gym on the sport's field.
But suddenly, Y/N detected a magic signature, and he looked up to see the entire school slowly encased in some protective dome. Confused, he made ready to activate his Sacred Gear, but the voice of Morgan Le Fay steadied him.
Morgan: (Calm yourself. This is not the work of Talia, but of the Sitiri heiress and her peerage.)
Y/N: (Sona... and if she's here, that means...)
Y/N turned and looked toward the school's gates. Rias, the rest of the ORC, and Mordred walked in. Once Rias saw Y/N, she and everyone else quickly approached him. Y/N smiled; they had made it. However, as the group approached, Y/N's eyes widened, and an enormous pressure overtook him. He quickly spun around and looked to the sky.
Seeing Y/N do this, the ORC and Mordred stopped, following where Y/N had been looking. Towards the Moon.
A shadowed silhouette floated alone in the air, the looming shadow of ten unfurled wings defiantly on display in the backdrop of the Moon's light. The figure's head slowly turned and looked down at where Y/N and the ORC stood, their silver glowing eyes defiantly shining through. The figure then flew up into the air and soon slowly descended. Landing right in front of Y/N and the ORC.
???: "Finally."
Y/N's hands slowly clenched as his eyes narrowed.
???: "It has been some time, Epsilon. Hasn't it?"
Y/N: "Talia."
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