(Narrator POV)
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"I agreed," Ritsuka said, folding his arms. "But... what exactly are we supposed to do in your school? We're not kids anymore. And mutant lessons? Definitely not for us."
Charles Xavier paused. That part… he hadn't thought through. He had prepared to convince them emotionally, appeal to their compassion and idealism, but forgot the practical side of things.
"Well," he said at last, "we do need a math teacher for the children."
Ritsuka chuckled. "I love teaching, but I don't have time for a full-time job. Same for her," he motioned to Hakuno. "We've got other responsibilities."
Hakuno nodded, arms crossed and face serious.
Jean, standing nearby, stepped in. "Then… what about P.E.? The kids need a sports teacher. No one's willing to take that job. Most of the adults here are either too busy or just... not good with kids." Her voice softened, gaze distant. The image of lonely, confused mutant children weighed on her.
Scott Summers cleared his throat, trying to salvage the mood. "You should have asked me instead, I can teach them a few things."
Jean raised an eyebrow. "You only know one game, and it's racing cars."
Scott gave a defeated sigh. "...Fair."
Charles gave Jean an approving smile. "Thank you for saving the conversation."
Hakuno and Ritsuka looked at each other and smirked.
"I think we'd actually be good at this," Ritsuka admitted.
Scott looked at them, poker-faced. "But are you really okay with it? We're mutants. I don't want humans treating our kids like they're... monsters."
The sharp edge in his voice was clear. Old wounds didn't fade so easily.
Ritsuka stepped forward. "I'm perfectly okay with teaching mutants. I don't hate them."
Hakuno followed. "We've seen worse. Mutants aren't the problem...people who divide others based on fear are."
Scott squinted, looking for signs of deceit.
But Jean blinked in surprise. "They're telling the truth." She turned to Charles. "They don't hate mutants at all."
Charles smiled, pleased. It was a win—two powerful allies, and no prejudice. "Then it's settled. You can join us, Mr…"
"Ritsuka Fujimaru," he said with a light bow. "And she's Hakuno Kishinami."
Hakuno smirked. "Just make sure we get paid well."
Charles laughed warmly. "Of course. Now come....let's head to the school."
But Ritsuka raised a hand. "Sorry. Not today. We'll call you when we're ready. Also... is it okay to bring some friends?"
Charles's smile faltered slightly, but he kept his composure. "You may. The more who believe in our future, the better. Jean, give them your number."
Ritsuka froze.
'Wait… I forgot to buy a phone. after coming to this world.'
Hakuno, already a step ahead, took hers out, unlocked it, and handed it over to Jean without a word.
Ritsuka blinked. 'Where the hell did she get a phone?'
Jean smiled, typing in her number. Scott peeked at the wallpaper and raised an eyebrow in surprise.
Curious, Ritsuka took the phone after Jean handed it back. The screen lit up with a photo.
A memory.
It was from Valentine's Day. Hakuno had tricked him into leaning in, thinking she'd kiss him, only to snap a selfie at the perfect moment. Her smile wide, his expression caught when shown his cheek to her with eyes closed. The warmth of the sunset behind them made it all the more vivid.
Ritsuka was speechless.
Hakuno gently took the phone back, her expression unreadable...except for a small, teasing smile.
"We'll live somewhere else," Ritsuka said quickly, trying to shift focus.
Charles raised an eyebrow. "We have free rooms at the mansion."
"I want a place where I can enjoy myself at night," Hakuno said nonchalantly, eyes twinkling with mischief.
Everyone froze.
Ritsuka's face turned red. Charles coughed, Jean looked away, and even Scott was stunned into silence.
"W-We'll talk tomorrow," Charles stammered. "Until then."
Jean and Scott both muttered quick goodbyes before turning to leave.
Once they were gone, Ritsuka whispered, "Wait... was that last part real?"
Hakuno tilted her head. "What part?"
"You know what I mean."
She shrugged. "Hey, I just said it so they'd leave us alone."
"I see..." Ritsuka mumbled, relieved.
But Hakuno smiled to herself, a small glint of truth hiding in her eyes. It wasn't a lie, she thought. And you'll find out soon enough… with actions, not words. But frist beautiful memories are important for me.
The room quieted as Xavier's group finally left. The soft click of the door echoed behind them.
Hakuno walked to the living room with a slight yawn, stretching her arms before flopping onto the couch with a huff. Ritsuka watched her go, a small smile tugging at his lips.
He turned toward the kitchen.
It was nearly eleven at night, far too late for a proper dinner, but he didn't feel like letting the day end without something warm. With practiced ease, he put together two bowls of fruit and yogurt, garnishing each with mint leaves and a light drizzle of honey.
As he walked back toward the couch, bowls in hand, Hakuno clicked on the TV. The channel flickered to life. Daily Bugle, naturally. The screen showed shaky footage of a residential building ripped apart by crimson light. The headline screamed across the bottom: "MUTANT CHILD LOSES CONTROL—NEIGHBORHOOD DESTROYED."
"Figures," Hakuno muttered, sitting upright as she accepted the bowl from Ritsuka. "I saved you this time, you know. That phone thing could've been a mess."
"I appreciate it," Ritsuka chuckled. "But yeah... I really do need to buy one."
"And about the whole 'bringing friends' part—" Hakuno glanced sideways at him, spooning a piece of melon. "You mean you'll summon your Servants, right?"
Ritsuka nodded slowly. "That's the plan… but it's not as simple as snapping my fingers."
He sat down beside her, setting his bowl aside for a moment.
"My summoning isn't like Chaldea's," he explained. "Not anymore. MY Skills have… restrictions. I can only summon a Servant when the situation demands it—when the Fate recognizes that I need help. Not just because I want to summon them."
Hakuno raised an eyebrow. "That sounds... annoying."
'But I'm happy that Ritsuka needs my help,'
"Mm. It is. But there's more." He reached into the shadow beneath him and pulled out a shimmering shard, a translucent, blue-tinged cube fragment, glowing faintly with cosmic energy.
"The fragment," Hakuno whispered.
Ritsuka nodded. "Hydra called it a fragment of the Cosmic Cube. It's... not complete. But even this much holds terrifying potential. From what I've Gained information from my skill, it can reshape reality. Servants can exist in this world physically without the servants drawbacks on them."
His eyes narrowed. "If we had all of them... maybe, just maybe, it could allow Servants to gain incarnated bodies. Free from the summoning system. No need for mana upkeep. No constraints."
Hakuno froze. She had been mid-bite. A large chunk of pineapple lodged in her throat. She choked.
Ritsuka panicked. "Ah—! Water—!"
He hurriedly passed her a glass. She drank it down with haste, thumping her chest.
"You—" she gasped, still catching her breath, "you said incarnated body?!"
"I mean… it's just a theory," Ritsuka said carefully, holding up his hands. "But if all the fragments are recovered, maybe it could become reality."
Her face shifted. A flicker of hope, then disappointment.
Ritsuka tilted his head. "You look... upset?"
Hakuno didn't answer. She slowly returned to eating her bowl, quietly.
"Even without this cube I can summon servants but I think using this power is also good idea"
Ritsuka sighed and picked up his own. "Either way, this changes things. If we want to destroy Hydra at the root, I'll need more help. And if summoning restrictions loosen depending on urgency... I'm going to start testing the boundaries."
"Mm," Hakuno hummed, then said, "You felt it too, right? Jean. Her power."
He nodded. "Yeah. She's... not normal. That wasn't telepathy power, She had different power in her. It felt like something vast, like a second sun standing in the same room. Just like her "
"but she's human, I can tell that" Hakuno murmured.
"Right. That's one of the reasons we need to visit Xavier's school," Ritsuka said. "If there are others like her...beings holding powers beyond their control..it's better we know who they are. And maybe help before something worse happens."
Hakuno leaned back against the couch. "And that Xavier guy... He's a manipulator. The emotional kind. He plays people like characters in a script."
"Yeah. I got the same vibe," Ritsuka muttered. "He acts like some wise old sage, but there's a part of him that wants to keep me close...too close. I bet he's already planning to read my thoughts next time we meet."
"He won't get mine," Hakuno said confidently, tapping her temple. "I've got mental barriers layered since Moon Cell. He'll crack his skull before cracking my mind."
Ritsuka grinned.
They had finished their late dinner, the bowls now empty on the kitchen counter. The hum of the refrigerator and the faint static of the TV were the only background noise left.
Hakuno stood from the couch, brushing her hands together before extending her arm outward. Blue circuits shimmered faintly along her fingers as she spoke.
"Setting up a bounded field...just in case anyone nearby has telepathy or an eavesdropping habit."
A soft dome of translucent light rippled into place, humming faintly before fading from sight. The room now sealed from prying eyes...or minds.
Ritsuka nodded in thanks, then stepped forward. His expression grew solemn.
From his shadow, the fragment of the Cosmic Cube rose slowly into the air...glowing faintly with an unnatural luminescence. Ritsuka extended his right hand toward it, the air growing dense with magical weight. His voice was calm but thundered with authority.
"Heed my words.
My will creates your body, and your sword creates my destiny.
If you heed the world's call, then follow humanity's path and answer me!
O Servants who followed me in my journey…
Come forth and join my journey once again...
Guardians of Humanity!"
The cube flared...white-hot.
A flash burst across the room, blinding for a heartbeat. Hakuno shielded her eyes.
When the light faded, two figures stood in the room.
The first was tall, dignified, dressed in a dark gentleman's coat with an intricate cravat. His white monocle gleamed, and his neatly parted hair.... silver, touched with a glint of steel...gave him a strikingly refined appearance. Youthful, perhaps in his thirties, but carried with a shadow of danger behind his dark eyes.
"I have arrived answering your summons, again master. Ruler-class. James Moriarty," he introduced with a charismatic bow and the smirk of a man who always had three contingency plans prepared.
Beside him, Karna stood like a silent flame.
His tall, lean frame was adorned in golden armor etched with ancient Vedic motifs. The red scarf around his neck fluttered faintly despite no wind. His deep red eyes locked onto Ritsuka, glowing with warmth and familiarity beneath his otherwise stoic expression.
"It's been a while, Master. I heard your call... and came to your side once again."
Ritsuka's lips curled into a quiet smile. "Karna. Moriarty. Welcome back."
James took a moment, scanning the room with an analytical eye. His expression flickered with calculation...then curiosity.
"I must ask, my dear Master… who were the lucky few summoned before us?"
He tried to sound casual, but his voice wavered with barely restrained urgency.
Ritsuka chuckled. "Only Hakuno. You two are the second batch."
James visibly slumped in relief. He exhaled, as though a great weight had been lifted from his soul.
'Finally,' he thought, 'no Homes, no old version of myself, and no madwoman...she-who-must-not-be-named.'
"To think I'd be summoned to such a promising future…! Master, tell me—what is our directive? Are we to strike down nefarious villains? Foil some nefarious scheme? I gained the information during summoning that we're in an entirely different world. A perfect place to reset the chessboard. I'll deploy every ounce of my intellect for our cause."
Behind his composed words, he was practically trembling with glee.
'This time, Sherlock... I will outscore you.'
Ritsuka, eyes sparkling mischievously, simply nodded.
"James, I want you to become a mathematics professor… for elementary school kids."
The silence in the room was deafening.
James blinked. Once. Twice.
"I—I beg your pardon, Master?"
"I want you to teach kids. Fractions, multiplication tables, basic algebra. Maybe geometry if they're gifted," Ritsuka repeated with a perfectly straight face.
James's entire posture deflated. The energy, the grand future villainous poise, the poetic grandeur gone. All that remained was a man who just had the wind knocked out of him by elementary school math.
"…That's… not the battlefield I anticipated…"
Even Karna allowed himself a faint smile, arms crossed as he watched his fellow Servant sink.
"I believe it will be a good experience," Karna offered stoically.
James muttered under his breath, "...I am a man built to challenge Sherlock Holmes, not manage chalk dust and finger painting…"
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The living room felt warm despite the quiet tension hanging in the air. Ritsuka Fujimaru sat on the couch with Hakuno to his right, Karna resting calmly near the wall, and James Moriarty, legs elegantly crossed, already swirling a cup of tea he'd found in the kitchen. The soft hum of city lights outside the window clashed with the storm of thoughts brewing within. Ritsuka explained what happened.
Ritsuka leaned forward, elbows on his knees, voice low but steady.
"I want to take down HYDRA."
The words hung like a commandment.
"They're a hundred times worse than the Magi Associations we've dealt with. Worse than any Clock Tower noble or Atlas tyrant. They hide behind flags and politics… but underneath, they're nothing more than butchers dressed in science."
He paused.
"I thought if I summoned BB, she could dismantle their networks in seconds...hack their entire grid. But… she didn't come."
A brief flicker of disappointment passed through his eyes.
James adjusted his monocle, tapping his gloved fingers together.
"Hmph. That does sound like her type of playground. Deception, twisted data streams, surveillance… all the things that would make a digital devil sing."
He gave Ritsuka a measured look. "Still, Master, no matter the situation, you've summoned us. That means it will require both tactics—" he pointed to himself "—and unwavering strength." He nodded to Karna.
Karna, ever calm, inclined his head with noble poise.
"He is right, Master. Whatever our enemies may be...HYDRA or otherwise...we will fight for you. No cause is too small when your resolve guides us."
Ritsuka smiled faintly, warmth returning to his eyes.
"Thanks, guys. Let's see what fate has in store for us next."
James, ever the schemer, pushed his glasses slightly up.
"You mentioned the Cosmic Cube fragments, Master… I presume HYDRA has more?"
Ritsuka's face darkened slightly.
"Yeah. Fortunately, they don't fully understand what they're dealing with. They're trying to fuse technology with half-baked magecraft. ..ritual circles next to wires, spellbooks hooked up to computers. It's a mess. But the Cube doesn't care about systems. All it needs is hands… and a brain that knows how to command it."
James chuckled, a sardonic glint in his eyes.
"To think such a dangerous organization would be so embarrassingly inept. It's almost comforting."He twirled his cane. "But this ignorance will be our window."
Hakuno leaned forward, eyes gleaming like fire.
"Then we collect the rest of the fragments. We burn HYDRA from the inside, Fragments are must."
The others paused. Ritsuka blinked. Karna raised an eyebrow. James visibly leaned back a little, warily glancing at her.
'That look in her eyes…' James thought. 'I may understand women. But I can never understand crazy women. … no. No, Master is the only one who can deal with this kind of madness. I mustn't let this unbalance my composure. I'm still the future Napoleon of Crime, not a therapist.'
Ritsuka cleared his throat, trying to shift the mood.
"James, you'll be teaching math to school kids for a few days. Just until we get more leads on HYDRA's locations."
James blinked.
"Ah yes… the battlefield of numbers and chalk. A temporary penance. I will… do my best not to explode from sheer boredom."
Karna, arms folded, spoke with quiet caution.
"Are you sure about going back to that mutant school, Master? This Charles Xavier… I don't trust him fully. He wants to keep both of you under his hands."
James says "He speaks of peace, but he was hiding something."
Ritsuka nodded solemnly.
"You're not wrong, Karna, James. He's still an unknown. But something in my heart says that place… the Xavier Institute… it's important. Something's going to happen there. Maybe not to us directly, but because we're there. We need to see it through."
Hakuno stood, hands on her hips.
"Alright then. Tomorrow we go. But...one last thing."
She pointed sternly toward the living room.
"Karna and James, you're both sleeping in the hall. On the sofa."
James looked appalled. "This fabric is Victorian-era cheap!"
Karna calmly faded into spiritual form without a word.
James, still grumbling, muttered, "No pillows, no blanket… and yet I'm the one with the most refined class in the room…"
As the light dimmed and the others headed to rest, Ritsuka looked up toward the ceiling. His eyes didn't hold fear...but anticipation.
Hakuno wrapped her hands around Ritsuka and used him as personal pillow.
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Note: Sorry for late upload, I will make it up with more chapters later.