...It takes a few moments to get a firm grasp on reality, but once I do, I remember. I'm a girl. I stand up from the cold solitude of my fake classroom, only for it to suddenly dissolve around me.
I have but one question for you, potential master...
Do you believe, in your very heart, that you have the power to defeat a Legendary Soul...?
Can I beat a Legendary Soul...?
I search inside my mind for the slightest clue to what exactly the voice is talking about, when my vision becomes hazy and my chest feels heavy...almost like the information was being downloaded into my body.
Legendary Souls are beings that accomplished great achievements such as saving the world and, after their death, became the object of worship and lore. As a result, they are placed outside the cycle of transmigration of the soul and ascend to an existence closer to a Divine Spirit in order to become a power that protects humanity.
I know just from this information I've recieved, that not all Legendary Souls are good and heroic. There are also villainous and evil Legendary Souls, the world can't exist without good and evil.
That being said...I don't believe I can defeat a Legendary Soul, not on my own. I would most likely need a Legendary Soul in order to defeat one.
Pleased with my answer, the voice lets out a hearty laugh.
I sense a great potential in you, young master, but you have much training...
You see the good in people, no matter how farce or evil their intentions truly are, and are able to perservere...
Your magic circuits are highly unusual for someone as...shall I say bland, as you...but this Legendary Soul should do you well as your servant...
Rejoice...! For not only have you passed the Preliminary Examination, to have a chance at your deepest desires being granted...But you are one of the rare masters summoning a newly born Legendary Soul...
...Newly born? I can only imagine what kind of power I hold now, but I know I'm not the only one. It just leaves me to wonder what my Servant's class is...
A ferocious roar rings out behind me, I spin around, inevitably falling on my behind in fear. It wasn't that I was afraid of him, I was afraid of the noise he was making, it showed how much power he had.
He takes out his sword, his once blue eyes red and lacking sanity, the only way to escape certain death by my own Servant is to hold up my hand which is searing in pain. He stops in his tracks, lowering his sword and letting out a low growl.
I recognize him immediately, some of my memories are already coming back from advancing to the war.
Now turned Berseker, this is the lethal swordsman from District 2 in the nation of Panem-
Cato.
IF YOU ARE UNSATISFIED WITH THIS SERVANT, YOUR PATH TRULY LIES IN SECTION 4. OTHERWISE, YOUR STORY BEGINS IN SECTION 6.
