Hunter meets the Chaldean 1

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Hunter Encyclopedia Excerpt:

Felyne is a very common monster in old and new world. They are a subspecies of lynian, bipedal creatures resembling cats, known for their light hair. Though usually docile, they will attack viciously if provoked. Some Felyne, naturally curious, they seek to enter human society and often hired by guilds to cook or otherwise assist hunters in their journey. Fortunately, their curiosity is still in the manageable bound. Not like their sibling, the Melyxn, who often is a kleptomaniac.

The felyne who assists the hunter called as palico. It's unknown who's started the trend calling them as palico. But, many wyverian philosophers thought of its origin comes from the port town, Val Habar. There is no mention of the term in any relic tablet from the golden age. Some scholars who studied hunter culture believe that it comes from a drunken hunter after ingesting a psychedelic food combination. This little critter has major addiction to felvine plant.

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First Person PoV: Cleo

I don't know how long I've been here. This place I am stuck were so gloomy and bone chilling. How did I get here in the first place? Can't seem to recall anything. My memories are messy, a terrible patchwork, in a way.

Let's start there with these questions.

Who and what am I? Well…

My name is Cleo and I'm a 24-year-old bachelor. Graduate student major in biomimicry. Somewhat an avid gamer who can brag that he's not a social outcast and a promising upright citizen.

No, that feels…. w̴̡̙͗͐ȓ̴̲o̶̼̓n̴̦̉̏g̴͚͆.

Start over…

Howdy peeps! The name is C̷̬̅̈l̴͓̉ę̸̎o̴̞̐̌. A human hunter from the Caravaner group with capital C, whom travels the land of monster and dragon with my ace palico, uncovering its secret and hoarding the richest. My journey began when I found a shining scale just shy of blinding white underneath my father's cherished hat…

It's getting closer, but still… again.

How unfortunate, well… This one name is C̷̬̅̈l̴͓̉ę̸̎o̴̞̐̌. A lone hunter traveling this inhospitable land of the monster with my felyne companion. We love hot spring so much that one day a misfortune struck during our travel to the famous hot spring village Yukumo. We were caught in the middle of the Thunder Wolf Wyvern having a territorial dispute against the invading Storm Elder Dragon. Truly unlucky of me, but hey… it's just another encounter in my hundred billion times near dead experience…

Again…

It's a pleasure to see you. I'm C̷̬̅̈l̴͓̉ę̸̎o̴̞̐̌, aspiring wyverian huntress in the way of shield maiden from Kotoko village. I wished to be worthy enough to inherit the sword in stone my grandfather left us. My grandpa was an expert hunter who goes on many exciting adventure, he met my grandma and goes on adventures together. Till one day on the elder dragon hunt, grandma fell prey to the battle, the accident dishearten grandpa and he choose to retire. Grandfather witness me! I'll make you proud!! I'll become the greatest huntress like you and grandma, just like the bedtime stories you used to tell. I will triumph every hunt, go back and tell my story to you.

Again…

Again…

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WHY DOES IT FEELS SO WRONG!!! STOPPPPPP!!! NOO, I'M NOT A HUNTER. I'M JUST…

Like a broken madman, I scream incoherently. Sorting out my memories of many lifetimes is not what I would call fun. It affects me in more ways than I can think of. With an iron will, I persist through it and I've done it. With a baby step, I accepted of who we are. We are Cleo, the embodiment of many hunters and huntress. Our main persona is the non-huntsman Cleo. He is our spiritual guide in the past, present, and future. He is the reason our hunt was successful that leads our name to be crystalized in the legend. And thus, we decide to cease our control as the main.

[Starting the heroic spirit summoning sequence.]

The hunter's gong has rung. We, as the greatest monster hunter of all time, will answer to your call.

"The hunt has just begun! Time to leave this void prison of mine."

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My anchor in this world, FATE, gave me the necessaries knowledge about the world I'm in. It surprises me how different yet similar this world is to the original Cleo homeworld. While mindlessly introducing myself to my summoner, inside, I feel dread knowing things may not return to how it used to be. It's like knowing that you've lost something you didn't think was important, but it's not. All my other persona was silently comforting me.

As much as I wanted to procrastinate on it, I must stay vigilant. That's the number one rule of hunter. A hunter must stay sharp in all kinds of environment, always expect the unexpected. With that in mind, I attentively studied my surrounding while maintaining the cheery facade I hone. Resourceful hunters are the only hunter that survive the hunt. Information is the key.

Pretending to be at a loss, a kind orange fluffy haired Doctor helped me to get myself up. He introduced himself as Romani Archaman, and soon the others in the room followed. It kinda overwhelmed the introvert in me for a bit. Maybe Romani buys my act of discomfort and He shooed the chatty Chaldean away. He asks my well being.

"Hey, it seems like something is bothering you… anything I can help you with? And before I forgot, we welcome you to Chaldea, Sir Cleo."

"Thats very kind of you and I'm just peachy, Doc!"

That got me a decent chuckle from Romani.

"Humorous one, aren't you? Moving on, is there any discomfort comes from your summoning, Cleo?"

"Not for now Doc, I feel better than went I'm alive."

It went by for sometime, Romani checking on any discomfort from the long list that I see for a glance. Not much I could learn from him, besides some medical stuff I didn't understand. It's fine, but a tad bit bland but I can endure. I've decided to mentally reviewed the parted information I got from FATE. It is intriguing. The mundane side of things doesn't differ much from original Cleo homeworld, but there is something different to spice thing up.

Magic is a real deal in this world. They're not just a made up fairy tale told by your average Joe. It looks as though my escape from the void that leads to my presence in this world granted by the machination of magic. The magic they used to summon me also granted me the ability neither the normal nor the hunter Cleo ever had. It is the capability to use magical energy known as mana? Od? I shrugged. Don't really care what it's called.

One thing I noted is that I'm a human, yet not. That Sound rather vague, but it's the truth. I'm some kind of living ghost known by this world equivalent of magician as a servant, a manifestation of heroic spirit. If someone asked what heroic spirit is, I would tell them that heroic spirit is a bunch of glorified dead guys. Their story passed on from generation to generation until they gather enough faith for them to become a legend. That's it, no need for long-winded explanation.

"Hey Doc, I think there's some faulty in my grail knowledge. Aren't servants supposed to be fighting some kind of wish granting grail? But from how my summoning goes, it kinda makes me think that I'm here for a different purpose, aren't I?"

"No, everything you learn from the grail, or rather FATE system, is correct."

Doctor Archaman takes a deep breath and told me the gist of it.

"To some extent, yes, you are correct, Cleo. A great deduction you make there. It's rather complicated. I think it's a good time to explain to you what purpose Chaldea is."

"Chaldea is an organization who preserves human history in a more direct way than just documenting the past. Think of us as a time patrol. We fix an anomaly that should not have happened in the past and ensure the mankind's future."

"So… you guys are a bunch of people who had too much time in the present—decided that to sight seeing the past and meddle with fate handy work?"

Romani said while scratching the back of his head, "Now that you said it like that… Its not wrong but hey, it paid well!"

I rolled my eyes and said, "Sure doc, you do you."

It's not gonna be a straightforward task that for sure. Ugh, doing all that mental gymnastic making me tired. It got me to think something doesn't feel right… Ah—I know. I will warn Romani about what I'm about to do. Don't want him to think I went rogue for no reason.

"Doctor Archaman, don't panic kay? Everything going to be just fine~."

"Now, you got me worried…. HEYYY, don't just release your noble phantasm willy nilly!"

Chaldea's security went haywire. Their defence system must have detected the surge of mana coming from me. The strength given to me as a servant is quite fascinating. Just like what had Romani said. I'm going to use my noble phantasm.

Noble phantasm is the symbolism of every heroic spirit saga that ever graces humanity. It is a crystalized mystery born from mankind's imagination as its core. Through historical facts and anecdotes, they embody the hero's ultimate mysteries as a mark of their existence in the twisted human history.

In a simpler term, noble phantasm is a perk of being a servant. Noble phantasm is a finishing move or secret technique that will change the tide of battle servant take part in. It can be as straightforward as the ability to mess with one mind or a more absurd one, like a weapon that has the potential to destroy a planet.

If one of my incarnation has this ability, our elder dragon hunt would be a lot easier. But hey, at least now we have it. I'm curious how mine would work out, since technically not a single soul would know of my legend in this world.

"Seeking for uncertainty, a thousand miles' journey of ours begins with a single step. Comes my friend join me on this exciting adventure. Through land and sea, every hardship we pass, I never was alone. My ace palico, I call you."

"Felico the Brave."

For the first time in every lifetime I've lived, I—Cleo, can do a something akin to magic! Ow boy, I'm feeling giddy inside as I saw my companion in monster hunting career manifest into reality in front of my eyes, Felico the felyne meowster hunter.

Felico has a coat coloration similar to a birman cat breed but with a twist, in the middle of his body, his fur makes a cat paws pattern. Overall, the fur that covers his body is very short, but he has a mane just like a lion. His mane makes him an outcast among his felyne peer. I rarely believe in those fate bull crap. But, it's hard not to believe if every of my incarnation met the same cat in our life. How do we meet? Well, that is a story for another day.

"Meowrarrr, Felico is ready for duty, kindred nyaster! Which monster we will hunt for today, nya!" said the most energetic cat ever while posing with his acorn lance.

Shock placates Romani's face. With how wide his gapping mouth is, I'm pretty sure he swallows mouthfuls amount of food. He confirms his suspicion by looking at the servants

"How come chaldea just register another servant present? Thats not possible! How could servant summons another servant—or at least a being akin to a servant?"

"Oh, I just can? tehe~."

"Are you stating a fact or questioning your self Cleo? though at least you look cute. Oh god what did I just think!"

From the looks of it, I just done something impossible in their eyes. In roman case, he seems to get stuck in a perpetual dilemma over useless think. There goes my plan of staying low key ruined in my moment of stupidity. Welp, that's a problem for the future me to solve. Let's play the innocent card for now. Sigh… it seems being a hunter does not automatically cure the original Cleo foolishness. It only amplifies to the hunter equivalent of being a fool.