Later.
Home.
"Master, are you certain about this? We haven't fully deciphered the Emiya Family crest. Transplanting it onto yourself now might not be the wisest course of action." Medea said, watching me with a distinct hint of worry.
"We don't have much of a choice, Medea. The Holy Grail War is approaching, and intensive preparation is imperative." I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers deftly unbuttoning my coat.
"But Master... transplanting a magic crest without extensive testing is incredibly dangerous." The worry in Medea's tone didn't waver; if anything, her voice edged toward desperation.
"Don't you know, Medea? Danger is... boring. Besides... I possess the [Ultimate Physiologist] talent. I will assist you with the procedure myself." My expression remained flat as I shrugged off my coat and began unbuttoning my shirt.
Medea's face flushed. She looked away, stealing furtive glances that my [Ultimate Analyst] didn't miss.
I let her be.
My thoughts drifted back to the reason for my haste.
Since last night, my [Ultimate Precognition] had hummed with a low warning every hour.
It was as if I had fallen into the crosshairs of something—or someone—troublesome.
My [Ultimate Detective] deduced that we had likely caught the attention of a Master and Servant pair, or perhaps a magus who didn't know what was good for them.
I might stand at the very peak of humanity... but I was still new to the supernatural world. Hence, I needed to accelerate my calculations and push my plans forward.
My shirt fell open in moments, my bare and perfectly symmetrical physique revealing itself from beneath the cloth.
Medea's face went atomic red, her hands flying up to cover it—though a deliberate gap remained between her fingers.
"Alright... it's time to get serious, Medea." I spoke flatly while stretching. My bones misaligned and realigned themselves with a series of sharp cracks.
"But... But Master!" Steam practically rose from Medea's face, her gaze darting frantically away from my bare upper body.
However, this time... I was not in the mood to entertain her antics.
I looked into her eyes. My expression remained apathetic.
Medea straightened with a start, her gaze steeling as she met mine without flinching.
She flicked her left hand, and a luminescent, intricate circuit-like tattoo materialized above it in response.
"Master... should I deactivate your pain receptors?" Medea asked with a hint of curiosity, though she likely already knew my answer.
I had only one response to that.
"Boring."
Medea offered a wry smile at my answer.
"As expected of you... Master." A trace of respect crept into her eyes at my decision.
Yet... it stirred nothing within me. I was accustomed to being worshipped back at Hope's Peak.
Ultimate Hope... they called me.
"You can start, Medea. Take your time." My voice was flat. I turned my back toward her, settling onto the bed in a cross-legged position, tensing my trapezius muscles in preparation for the Emiya magic crest.
Medea's expression turned grave as countless concentric circles inscribed in an ancient, divine language vibrated into existence, surrounding me on all sides.
[Ultimate Analyst] stirred awake.
[Ultimate Detective] pulsed to life.
[Ultimate Physiologist] emerged silently.
VROOOM
All 120 of my magic circuits surged like a dormant grid roaring to life. Radiant emerald lines surfaced across my bare torso.
My mind shifted into hyperdrive as [Ultimate Analyst], [Ultimate Detective], and [Ultimate Physiologist] worked in tandem.
Medea waved her hand, and the Emiya magic crest unfolded, searing itself onto my trapezius.
Agony drowned my world in an instant. The crest wasn't just embedding; it was carving its history into my flesh, my awakened circuits writhing in violent rejection.
I tuned everything out, focusing solely on the integration.
[Ultimate Analyst] recorded the searing process.
[Ultimate Detective] inferred smoother integration sequences.
[Ultimate Physiologist] monitored the chaotic flux within my biology.
My skin blistered. My nerves frayed. My bones rattled with insistent tremors.
Yet... I remained composed.
My mana poured into Avalon deep within me. Injuries vanished as fast as they appeared, flesh knitting together only to be torn anew in a relentless cycle of destruction and restoration.
Exactly two hours and twenty-four minutes passed in that high-intensity crucible.
My mind multitasked with cold precision. My body endured tremendous pressure. My pain receptors had long since burned into numbness.
I continued regardless.
"It's done, Master." The magic circles dissolved as Medea spoke, wiping sweat from her brow.
I rose from the bed.
A pitch-black Ouroboros symbol now adorned my traps—a serpent devouring its own tail.
It represented eternity.
It represented the very peak of my vision.
Project: Endless.
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Later.
An isolated clearing in the Einzbern forest.
"Attack me, Medea. Don't hold back." I commanded, stretching my legs for optimal flexibility.
"Don't blame me later, Master." Medea replied with an exasperated sigh.
She gestured, and the air screamed. Countless magic circles rotated to life, all facing me, charged with tremendous mana.
Compressed mana beams erupted toward me.
[Ultimate Analyst] snapped into focus.
Click.
All 120 of my magic circuits howled with a metaphysical boom.
"Body Reinforcement, Double Accel..."
My strength skyrocketed. An imperceptible film, a boundary field, shimmered over my skin.
Trajectories were calculated in an instant.
Time was dilated.
The world moved twice as slow.
I took a step forward...
Reality lagged behind.
My head tilted exactly 1.54 inches to the right. A projectile screamed past, detonating behind me. [Ultimate Precognition].
My hand snapped up, punching a beam aside with brute force. [Ultimate Martial Artist].
My presence vanished from Medea's perception entirely. [Ultimate Assassin].
She panicked, resorting to a carpet bombardment of the entire area.
The air tore apart as I weaved through the storm of destruction with superhuman grace.
Soon, however... the density of the barrage became a blinding wall of light.
"Triple Accel."
My voice resonated from within the devastation.
BOOOM!
The sound barrier shattered like glass.
I moved at Godspeed. In a blink, the devastation was behind me. I stood beside her, the battle already over.
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Medea looked at me with barely controlled shock. Her voice trembling in disbelief.
"M-Master...How? Why?"
"How? Why?" I looked towards the sky.
My answer to her question, simple.
"Because..."
"I'm the Ultimate Hope."
"Izuru Kamukura."
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[300 Power Stones = 1 Bonus Chapter]
[5 chapters ahead on P@tr3on = [email protected]/Not_Aaryan]
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[Ultimate Hope]: As the subject of the Hope Cultivation Project, Izuru Kamukura gained every talent that had ever been researched by Hope's Peak Academy, only to a significantly greater degree.
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[Author's Thoughts]
Your boy nearly dropped the ball... I've been writing Izuru Kamakura from the start when it was Izuru Kamukura...
Thank god I noticed at last...
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Emiya family crest... get.
[Ultimate] talents + Time magecraft = Report for cheating.
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How is Fate/Ultimate Hope coming along friends?
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