"Finally, I finally can go back. " I say with a large smile on my face even as tears run down my eyes.
It has been simply far too long since I got stuck in this place, I can't handle this anymore. It was cool at the start, but this became torture soon enough and I really want to go back.
In front of me a portal shimmered into existence and the I could not possibly be any happier for it, a sign I could finally return to a much safer environment than this.
"*SNIFF* *SNIFF* To think little Soma is leaving already. " Already? Tama-chan, I have been stuck in this place for the last 6 thousand years, it has been a long time for sure.
"Umu, they grow up so fast. " Not really, I took a long time to grow in power Nero-chan.
I am still weaker than most of you guys, after all.
"Humph, that idiot should just stay here a while more. He is still too weak to go back anyway and he still has room to train more.
" Leonidas, you may be an amazing guy but if I can never again go through one of your training regimens I would be glad for it.
"Grrrr, Grrr grrr. " Grr grr for you too, Herakles, grr grr for you too.
"His time has come, time for him to go back. " Thank fucking God it did, Old Man Hassan.
Gods and Devils know I couldn't take more of you and the other Hassans training me in their arts, you guys are insane to have mastered those things during only a normal human life span.
"Just to think my disciple is leaving like this, I won't have anyone to try experiments with. " Experiments ON me, right Paracelsus? I can never forget the many hundreds of potions and alchemic things you made me consume to test their power and what they would do.
". .
. Take care.
" Yeah, yeah, I will take care of myself, Kiritsugu-sensei. And don't worry, I will get a shotgun and some explosives as an honor to you training me with those.
And because sniping is definitely one of the best methods to deal with enemies, right beside exploding them to high heavens.
"Do not forget to be chivalrous, you were trained by us to be able to do better than to use underhanded tactics. " Yeah, yeah, I know all that Artoria.
You and the other knights spent more time talking about ethics in combat than actually teaching me how to fight, I know how to be chivalrous.
"And don't forget to use whatever method needed if it helps with you surviving. " Musashi said with a wide smile, earning a glare from the knights and Kojiro-sensei, thankfully I won't be here to witness the drama.
With a smile, I see the other Heroic Spirits in this place, the place I spent the last 6000 years inside.
The throne of heroes.
You see, I was once a normal guy, nothing special about me until, one day, I got a visit from truck-san. It was a rather rude visit seeing as I was on the top of my college's building and a truck literally flew down from the sky.
My theory, either a plane was carrying the thing or some ROB decided to get creative when it decided it wanted to reincarnate me.
Thankfully that death was quick and simple, I didn't even feel pain or anything or how fast it was.
One second I was a normal college student and the next I was a baby being fed on the tit by my mother.
Using diapers was pure humiliation. But overall it was a nice enough life.
Well, not that this means all that much to me now since, when I was 11, I got a problem with a mugging gone wrong, I got stabbed in the back literally by a junkie trying to get some money from my pocket to buy his drugs. Well, I don't know all the details, I was losing a lot of blood.
Next thing I knew I was here.
The Throne of Heroes.
A weird place where all heroes who marked their names in legends across the multiverse end up at.
Needless to say, the place was a mess of egos too big to be dealt with normally and more crazy people than anyone could reasonably hope to understand. It was a joined place with too many people with too much ego in most cases and several of them were enemies from the start so fighting was almost inevitable all the time.
The only reason as to why the entire place didn't self-detonate or anyone actually died was because of how the place was structured making it so any damage made was ultimately temporary and truly killing the people in it impossible. At most, you can kill things made there, nothing more.
As a completely normal person who is most certainly not any hero or did anything to deserve being in this place, at first the beings there did not like me at all. I was just a random kid with no backstory, heroic act, or anything that would warrant me being able or allowed to be amongst all the greatest heroes of history.
Thankfully, after a while, some of them who had little to do decided they wanted to try their hands in teaching me. They figured that, even if I did not deserve yet to be amongst legendary heroes, I just have to become worthy of it.
And let me tell you, accepting was, by far, the absolute worst idea I ever had.
Six thousand years, six thousand years was how long I have spent in this place being 'taught' (read tortured) by all these heroes. And let me tell you, a hero is someone who goes beyond the norm and can do something amazing.
What does this mean? Well, that if all these amazing people are together with only themselves around it is natural their understanding of 'common sense' would get distorted, and their understandings of what reasonable training is gets even worse.