[Being a part of the grail war was something that Ichigo never wanted to be part of - he was aware of it, of course, what with Magi going on about it like it was the best thing since sliced bread or cooked rice. 'The winner of the war gets a wish that will be granted by the Grail' - how many times had he heard that from the magus that had kidnapped him when he was just 13, in his cell, watching as they poured over documents in between experiments on him?
Far too many times to count. Enough that he had gotten bored of it, only feeling a faint sense of relief when he realized it meant that he had a small rest from being poked and prodded at.
But now, in this city (far away from the one he wanted to be in, his hometown - where none of his family lived anymore), he can't stop himself from being wrapped up in more magic bullshit, having come across a fight between servants and run from the resulting fallout - just like he had been, ever since he escaped his captor a year ago.]
Shit, Shit -
[He'd been pushed into a corner, about to die, and out of sheer desperation - he reached towards the something infusing this entire situation, the thing that practically pulses with energy in the city around them, using his inexhaustible source of mana ('It's like you were born with a Magic Core instead of Magic Circuits,' the magus had told him once) to reach out a hand towards someone, anyone -
Please, help me. I can't...I can't do this alone.
The Grail made the connection, allowed the summoning. But the catalyst may have been that one desperate plea, quiet and desperate, from someone who'd been forced to be alone for far too long - seeking a kindred spirit.]
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Far too many times to count. Enough that he had gotten bored of it, only feeling a faint sense of relief when he realized it meant that he had a small rest from being poked and prodded at.
But now, in this city (far away from the one he wanted to be in, his hometown - where none of his family lived anymore), he can't stop himself from being wrapped up in more magic bullshit, having come across a fight between servants and run from the resulting fallout - just like he had been, ever since he escaped his captor a year ago.]
Shit, Shit -
[He'd been pushed into a corner, about to die, and out of sheer desperation - he reached towards the something infusing this entire situation, the thing that practically pulses with energy in the city around them, using his inexhaustible source of mana ('It's like you were born with a Magic Core instead of Magic Circuits,' the magus had told him once) to reach out a hand towards someone, anyone -
Please, help me. I can't...I can't do this alone.
The Grail made the connection, allowed the summoning. But the catalyst may have been that one desperate plea, quiet and desperate, from someone who'd been forced to be alone for far too long - seeking a kindred spirit.]