Weltkrieg: A Youjo Senki Fic

I offer you a blessing that would make your kindred tear their head apart, crawl from the deepest hell and highest heaven, commit an act that would make the devil run between their tails just to attain it, just to enjoy the fresh breath of life once more.

Reincarnation that is the Blessing I would bestow to you, a great blessing isn't it?

A second chance, a mean to escape this monotonous daily life you used to live. A chance to make things right once more, a chance to…

Inside the expanse vastness of kaleidoscope, the root, the akasha, or any iteration of it there stood a little weary soul whom facing the brunt sheer suffocating aura from the being in front of it.

The being did not have any form nor frame it yet you would know it is there, you would act as it had its own shape. It acts as a medium of the space around it, a WILL would you call it.

[No…I don't want to] came somewhat a tired voice.

The being with calm yet authoritative tone said.

Then why do you refuse? Was the weight of life too much burden for you that made you too weak to bear it once more?

[I am…tired] with a single simple-minded thought the soul replied flatly.

I see.

I saw your flickering life flashed brilliantly yet in the end what comes of it was only a single burned husk.

Like candlelight that shone brightly nearing its life, just to run out of its wick only for leaving a foul stench of dregs.

[I…don't have a choice…]

Still, Its will is my will, and my will is the world will.

I'm sorry, I really didn't have a choice.

Then as space began to shine with brilliant and thousand colors of a kaleidoscope, a warm light dispersing then it began to encircle and wrapped the little soul tightly.

[I'm really…don't have a choice…after all] smirking, It was the only time the soul gave what left of its emotion.

Live! O' * βḚ᷆ᶶᶲ᷿᷾ⱴ⸗ⱥ!

I bestow you with my gift, I give you all men d.e.s.i.r.es!

You shall taste despair once again.

You will loathe it once more, it's fine.

Hate it, crush it, bend it with all of your passion!

Live a fulfilling life, my child.

Oh and I'll give you a favor if you succeed to destroy the god residing there.

Warm that what I was feeling at the time.

Not the kind you feel when you near a heat source or seeing something that gives you that.

It just…warm, I felt safety within it.

Still, why am I here?

How long I have been here?

I don't know but somehow I knew the answers.

Yet, there's no point knowing it anyway.

It got bigger and closer, it pulled me toward it.

Please don't take my tranquility here.

I cried, I cried, then I cried.

I remember something vague, it's like my whole life projected and then packed it in a single minute.

Please no, I don't want to felt something like that anymore.

It hurts, it was painful, please make it stop.

The light pulled me closer, pulled me from the warmness that enveloped me inside the darkness.

Few minutes passed, I can gradually feel it again.

Ah, how blissful.

I can saw a figure, she was beautiful.

Long bright disheveled hair, it was beautiful.

Ocean blue eyes watching warmly over me, like a mother to its child.

A mother, yes, she was my mother.

I don't know how I know it, but she was my mother.

But why your complexion is pale, mother.

She hugs me into her embrace.

Ah, her warmness is made me safe once more.

I can hear a voice, my hearing wasn't functioning properly then I thought.

Then again I was a baby, my hearing wasn't developed yet.

Still, I can hear her voice clearly, my mother.

[Richard Leonhard that will be your name]

Deep down I was embarrassed to get such a manly name.

So that means I am a male, thank god this is not some kind third rate gender-bender fic.

[May your lives like the brave lion king himself, a noble and passionate yet a kind man]

I wonder if I can live up to such a high standard.

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"This is battalion Hase 02 to CP! Repeat this is battalion Hase 02 to CP do you copy over!" frantically the man shouted over the radio, gunfire and flying shell of artillery muffled his voice as he waited for the static to pass.

~~~static~~~ "This CP ~~~ Hase 02 we hear you over~~"

"We request immediate reinforcement, artillery strike, mage squadron, anything! My men are pinned down and dying like falling leaves here over!" the bunker trembles under constant waves of blast and explosion, men outside shout as they carefully took their aim over the trenches shooting a constant barrage of bullets to the charging enemies.

"Take your head down! Enemy mages!" as the warning pass, multiple streaks of light raining down the earth to their trenches. 'Boom' 'boom' 'boom' it unearthed some parts of the trench along with sprawled bodies of the soldier, lifeless, some dismembered or charred to the flesh and bone.

~~~" Negative Hase 02, we have our hand occupied here as it is. They're launching a simultaneous attack all over us." true to his words, gunfire, explosion, battle chatter could be faintly heard behind the radios.

Goddamn it! He cursed inside his mind. They deemed this sector to be abandoned and using his men as a meat shield for the enemies. F.u.c.k Francois and their pride! He cursed once more inside his mind.

It supposed to be another day in the battlefield of the Rhine, a contested ground between two nation. Two beasts clashed in name of pride, glory, and greed, a distant dream to those who bear witness to this hell.

The Francois grow desperate in each passing month of the war. The HQ has predicted this to come, yet not this soon. Their attack has surprised the Empire, a rising power in the hearts of Europe. Preventing the empire to grow into another powerhouse, Francois declared war to empire in the name of retribution of an incident at the Rhine a year ago.

An incident involved of border skirmish, between the two. Rising the tension, Francois used this as an excuse to start a war.

The Rhine has been chosen, a grass field and farming area to both nation and wilderness beyond it. Gone its lush foliage, replaced with a scorched field of hell as metal husk along with bodies piled up, scattered across land where no man should live.

Sound of gunfire, explosion, artillery shell has become the promised music of death guiding its lullaby to the soldier who clutching their rifle and bayonet in their sleep, promising a swift death or painful nightmare.

Such is the glory of war, etching its horror and painful reality deep inside the soul of every single conscript who has eagerly signed their way to hell.

~~" This is mage squadron Blackbird to CP requesting permission to assist Hase 02 over" another transmission chimed in radio.

a pause filled the transmission.

~~"CP to Blackbird request granted, assist them however you can. We don't want to lose so many brave soldiers to these Francois sc.u.m, CP out."~~

The mage squadron consisted of only 4 people, with a child leading in front of it with a loose V formation they brave the AA flak from the scorched battleground.

~~"Major! A full mage squadron tailed behind us!"~~ came the transmission shared between their computation orbs, a young female voice that shouldn't belong in this mud.

~~"Hans, Karl! You go take care of them."~~ He ordered, trusting the man he trained, 2 against 40 mages. The Odd was never with them, empire mages were the most elite soldier the world has yet they fall behind the numbers.

~~" For the fatherland!"~~ They cried, as they turned over facing their sworn enemies of the fatherland, a grin plastered over their faces.

This is a war, nothing fair was the rules.