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After sending Loki back to Orario, Emiya did not return to the King of Fighters world. Instead, he went straight to a brand-new one.
This decision had been made several days ago.
Just like during his previous inter-world travels, Emiya wrapped himself in layer after layer of protection-Nen, Armament Haki, psychic barriers, magical reinforcement, invisible armor, and several other defensive abilities-before activating his travel skill.
The next second, space warped.
Emiya arrived in a new world.
The moment his feet touched the ground, he realized something was very wrong.
He was standing directly on a railroad track.
Ordinarily, that alone wouldn't have been an issue-but an out-of-control train was charging straight toward him.
And it wasn't far away.
No... to be precise, Emiya had appeared right in front of the speeding train.
The distance between them was so short that the instant he materialized, the steel monster was already bearing down on him.
Acting on pure instinct, Emiya raised both hands and slammed them against the front of the train.
Thud!
A dull, thunderous impact echoed through the air as his palms struck solid steel.
The train stalled-for less than a second.
That brief hesitation was all Emiya managed before the overwhelming momentum surged forward again, nearly blasting him backward.
Even with his reinforced body, the force was terrifying.
"Hang in there!"
At that moment, a clear female voice rang out.
A figure leaped down from the train, landing beside Emiya. Without hesitation, she mirrored his stance, thrusting both hands forward and colliding head-on with the runaway locomotive.
Boom!
The violent impact was powerful enough to visibly dent the reinforced steel of the train's front.
The carriages behind it slammed into one another, metal screeching as couplings strained and axles warped. Several cars buckled under the sudden deceleration.
The girl's wooden geta tore into the ground, shattering railroad ties and sinking deep into the earth as ballast flew everywhere.
Yet despite the brutal strain, her body didn't break.
Not even slightly.
Emiya couldn't help but be astonished.
She actually stopped a runaway train.
And for some reason, the scene felt strangely familiar-like something he had seen before.
With Emiya and the girl working together, the out-of-control train finally screeched to a complete halt.
The aftermath was chaotic.
Some carriages leaned at dangerous angles, others had broken axles, and several had jumped the tracks-but thankfully, none had overturned.
There were injuries, but no fatalities. The damage had been minimized as much as possible.
As the train settled, another figure leaped down from the front car.
A boy with a compact but well-built frame landed lightly on the tracks. His eyes were sharp, like those of a bird of prey, and a relaxed smile crossed his face as he spoke.
"Good job, Yaya. You controlled the force perfectly."
"Yaya?"
Emiya turned toward the girl beside him-and instantly understood.
She wore a short kimono, its hem fluttering just enough to reveal smooth, pale legs. Her shoulders were exposed, her skin flawless and white, like polished porcelain.
At first glance, her facial features appeared flat and simple-but the longer one looked, the more apparent it became that her face was exquisitely sculpted, almost unreal.
Her waist-length black hair gleamed with a deep luster, and her skin was as smooth as a peeled white peach.
She stood about a head shorter than the boy.
A doll-like girl.
Emiya's certainty solidified.
A doll named Yaya... stopping a runaway train.
He would never forget this opening scene.
This world was unmistakable.
Unbreakable Machine-Doll.
And just like that, the moment he arrived, Emiya had been dragged straight into the very first scene of the plot.
If he hadn't already traveled through multiple worlds and mastered countless skills, he would have been dead-or at least gravely injured-by now.
Getting hit head-on by a runaway train was no joke.
As Emiya studied the two before him, they were also watching him closely.
The boy spoke first, curiosity evident in his voice.
"That was insanely dangerous just now. When you appeared in front of the train, I honestly thought you were finished. Oh-right. My name is Raishin Akabane, and this is Yaya."
Emiya nodded calmly.
"Emiya."
Raishin glanced around, frowning slightly.
"Where's your puppeteer? I don't see them anywhere. Aren't you two together?"
Emiya paused for a moment before understanding the misunderstanding.
"I think you've got the wrong idea."
"Wrong idea?"
"I'm not a machine-doll. I'm human."
"Hu... human?!" Raishin exclaimed in disbelief. "You've got to be joking. That's impossible!"
Even Yaya nodded vigorously.
"That's right, that's right. A human's fragile body could never stop a train."
Only then did Emiya realize why they thought that way.
"Maybe most humans are fragile," he replied evenly. "But not all of them. I'm an exception."
Raishin stared at him, still struggling to believe it.
"You're really human?"
"Yes."
Rather than lingering on the topic, Emiya changed the subject.
"You're heading to the Royal Academy of Machinart, right?"
Raishin nodded. "That's right. You too?"
"Yes. Let's go together."
Emiya extended the invitation casually.
Since he had come to this world, he had no intention of leaving without learning Machinart.
That said, humanoid machine-dolls didn't interest him much.
What he really wanted was to see whether this technology could be used to build a Gundam.
After all-
A true man pilots a Gundam.
If he ever entered a genuine Gundam world, he'd get the real deal. But until then, combining Machinart with magic to create a prototype magical Gundam sounded incredibly fun.
Just imagining it made his blood stir.
There was no way he was missing enrollment at the Royal Academy.
And truthfully, the reason he invited Raishin was simple-he didn't know the way.
But there was a deeper reason as well.
Through Raishin and Yaya, he could gain access to Shouko Karyuusai, the pinnacle authority on lifelike machine-dolls.
With enough bargaining chips, Emiya was confident she wouldn't refuse him.
Raishin, for his part, didn't reject the offer.
A human who could stop a runaway train like an automaton?
That alone made Emiya fascinating.
As for Yaya, she had no objections either.
A man posed no threat to her.
Soon, the group returned to the carriage Raishin had been riding in to retrieve his luggage.
The inside was a mess.
Suitcases were scattered everywhere, and injured passengers groaned in pain-but thankfully, none were seriously wounded.
Raishin merely glanced around before calmly searching for his suitcase.
Emiya raised a hand casually, releasing several healing spells that washed over the injured passengers, mending their wounds.
Raishin froze.
"Was that... magic?"
"Yes."
"So you're a magician?" Raishin's eyes widened slightly.
In an era dominated by machine-dolls, pure magicians were exceedingly rare.
The rise of Machinart had completely overturned traditional magic-by combining an automaton's magic circuits with a puppeteer, spells could be cast with unprecedented speed and precision, eliminating complex magic circles and lengthy chants.
Machine-dolls were the mainstream.
True magicians had declined.
They still existed-but their influence paled in comparison.
"-Excuse me!"
A sudden voice interrupted them.
Emiya turned and saw two sisters.
The older sister spoke politely to Raishin, while the younger one shyly handed him a coat with a timid smile.
Raishin accepted it. "You two aren't hurt, right?"
"No, we're fine. Um... are you a magician?"
"No. I'm a puppeteer."
The older sister looked shocked as her gaze shifted to Yaya.
"So... this girl is an automaton?"
Yaya nodded instantly.
"Yes. Yaya is Raishin's doll-even in bed."
Emiya laughed despite himself.
He knew Yaya's personality all too well.
Shameless. Overly affectionate. Possessive to the extreme.
In public, she never hid her feelings. In private, she constantly attempted nighttime "raids" that always ended in failure.
The appearance of these two sisters clearly triggered her jealousy.
Whispers immediately spread throughout the carriage.
The older sister's face turned bright red.
"Gross, you pervert!"
Slap!
She slapped Raishin hard across the cheek, grabbed her younger sister, and hurried away.
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