3 Chapter 1 Magician? (1/2)

”So where did he come from Kokonoe-sensei?”.

”That's the thing Miyuki-chan. I have no idea. Normal people shouldn't be able to get into the Temple Grounds without someone noticing but...”.

A groan filled the room and the other three inhabitants looked warily at the source. A young boy, probably no older than 12 sat up and held his head. A sharp pain caused him to wince.

”Wha? Where am I?”.

The young boy had a myriad of emotions on his face. Confusion, curiosity, disappointment, regret, happiness, sadness. It made the other three raise and eyebrow and the bald man in the room asked the boy,

”Hello. What's your name?”.

Frightened by the sudden presence of three new people the boy jumped a little before looking at the other's in the room. They all gave him strange looks. The bald man opened his narrowed eyes slightly and the two other children looked at him his curiosity.

”Onii-sama. His eyes...”.

”I know Miyuki. I have never seen this type of Magic before. What do you think Kokonoe-sensei?”.

All three of the 12 year old kids looked at the bald man who was rubbing is chin thoughtfully. He appeared troubled before sighing and saying, ”I have no idea. It's no a physical manifestation of Over Sensitivity to Pushion Particle Emissions, that's for sure. And I've never heard of any country researching Magic relating to the eyes. Maybe...”.

This peaked the emotionless boys interest. Something that he had never seen before. A completely new type of Magic?

”It might be a mutation as a result of psion particle exposure. Although I have no idea what it does, I do sense a large amount of psions been generated from his eyes. I actually believe that this is a completely natural occurrence, no experiment had been done to his body and there are no drugs affecting his system...”.

The young boy couldn't help but interrupt, ”Um, where am I? Just a second ago I was talking to...”

The boy stopped, he couldn't remember, the last thing he could remember was the feeling of being hit by-.

His breathing quickened and he got out the bed, he stumbled when he got out but before he fell to the ground, two large hangs caught him and steadied him up.

”You okay? Sorry for ignoring you for a second”.

The bald man gave a smile.

”I'm Kokonoe Yakumo. And this is Shiba Tatsuya and Shiba Miyuki. We found you lying on the grass outside the Temple and brought you here. Can you stand?”.

The boy nodded albeit a little slowly and responded, ”I'm Mikazuchi Takemi. And what were you saying about my eyes?”.

All three of them looked at each other before the girl, Miyuki said, ”Do you really not know?”.

”No”, said Takemi before continuing, ”What are you talking about. Where am-”.

A sudden influx of information caused the young boy to fall to his knees clutching his head.

Type-Moon. Servants. Mystic Eyes. Magecraft. Tsukihime. Fate. Excalibur. Phantasmal Beasts. Enkidu. Age of Gods. True Ancestors. Denial of Nothingness. Atlantis. Reverse Side of the World. Solomon. Reality Marble. Universal Language. High-Speed Incantation. Kaleidoscope. Magical Girls. Arcueid Brunestud. Class Cards. Skills. Sorcery Traits. Dead Apostles. Marble Phantasm. Ea. Heracles. Heaven's Feel. Holy Grail War. Angra Mainyu. Magic Blue.

「　」. The Swirl of the Root. The Vortex of Radix. The Akashic Records. Heaven. The ROOT.

The young man stood up him mind clear and breath steady. The others in the room were baffled by the change in temperament. The boy was confused, then in what appeared to be extreme pain, then clarity. It was as if he realized something that made everything else not matter.

”Ding! User [Takemi Mikazuchi] has cleared all conditions for activation...”.

”Congratulations! You have awakened the [Type-Moon System]. Containing every Skill, Ability, Bloodline, Magecraft and even Magic from the Type-Moon universe, you too can become a Sorcerer! Do you accept?”.

Takemi's face lit up into a smile before saying, ”I accept!”.

”Ding! Whenever you need the [Type-Moon System] just mentally or physically say, ”System”. Please continue to spread the word of Type-Moon and attain everything by reaching the ROOT”.

The young boy who forgot that anyone else was in the room was shocked back to reality when a finger poked his cheek.

”Are you a chuunibyou?”, asked Miyuki. Her finger was extended again and about to poke Takemi before he stepped back, ”I'm fine. I just remembered something”.