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The sound of broken glass and metal.

The sound of overflowing liquid of a strange and dangerous nature.

The sound of screams, of death.

The flashes of a sealed and fragmented memory.

All of that and more could be heard, as destruction rained across the endless sky...

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"Wha!?"

Suddenly, a boy woke up in an unfamiliar setting. As he gasped for air, as he had felt like something had gone horribly wrong, two lives flashed in his mind.

The first was his life, or his fake life? It was a life that was real, as all the events happened, but was also fake as it was created by magic. The life of a boy named Akira Romji.

And his second life, clouded and obscure. It came first actually, but for some reason it was impossible to truly comprehend and understand. It was as if something had intentionally shattered his memories to make it hard to remember, though many important things like his magical abilities and techniques remained.

"...the hell is going on?"

And finally, knowledge was being imparted to him by a third source. The Holy Grail...or at least, that is what should be responsible. But for some reason, Akira felt as if there was something missing...there was no Grail that he could sense, and more importantly there was no master who had summoned him here.

In fact, he remembered the long and fulfilling life he has had up until now. He knew he had been alive before, and that he was still alive. But, that life was created by magic, he was sure of it.

The first thing he checked was what he was wearing, and he was in fact still wearing clothes. Additionally, his surroundings were...an alley. There were a few thugs nearby. Now that Akira was remembering things, he remembered. These thugs were trying to rob him blind. They had managed to drag him into the alley. punch him in the face, and caught him off guard, but...who the hell would target someone like Akira for money? They also seemed like the bad person type, because they considered something like tying Akira up and leaving him in some abandoned building to scare him into not talking. Although admittedly, because he was independent he had quite a bit this seemed a bit far and Akira himself had the appearance of being easily frightened.

Akira...he could not remember his original personality, but he knew he disliked people like this. The people were still there, opening his wallet to look at the contents.

Akira was in a relatively bad mood, and these people had bothered him, so he decided to teach them a bit of a lesson. He took out a marble, and rolled it to the ground near their feet. And after that, he snapped his fingers...and the group disappeared. But only they disappeared, their clothes and other belongings remained behind. But, he was not so evil as them.

"They should re-appear here again in five hours..." Akira said, as he picked up his marble, and then went over to a wall and embedded it. He enchanted it, and it fused with the wall. "I wont steal their stuff...well, aside from the cash in their own wallets. But maybe this will teach them a lesson".

He walked out of the alley and into the normal street once more and...

"Uwa?!"

Got startled as he nearly got ran over by a bike. Incidentally, Akira had quite the complex personality. Likely related to his memory issue.