Sigh, I've decided to drop both of my old fanfics—the Accelerator one and the Marco one. Honestly, they just felt mediocre, and I didn't really enjoy writing them. Part of the problem with My Hero Academia is that I don't like writing arcs like the Sports Festival, the Hero License Exam, or those other trial-style events they had around Season 5 or 6. I know there are ways I could have written around those arcs, but instead of forcing it, I chose to let them go.
With the Accelerator MHA fanfic specifically, I wasn't happy with how I turned his vector manipulation into a Quirk. Looking back, it felt like lazy writing, and the more I thought about it, the less I liked the direction it was going in. That's why I ended up abandoning it.
Now, with my new project—Summoner and DxD—I'm not going to make any promises about how long it'll last. I know myself, and there's always the chance I could get lazy and drop it just like I did with the others, especially since I'm busy with school. But for now, I want to see how far I can take it. I'll stay faithful to the story and do my best, and we'll just see where it goes
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So, you're probably wondering how the hell I ended up here. Well, it all started at a party. My first university party, actually. I'd just moved onto campus. No parents, no rules, just pure freedom, and I was ready to live that student life everyone hypes up. And man, the party was wild. Music blasting, people everywhere, drinks in my hand… the whole scene felt unreal. But here's the messed-up part: I didn't even get to experience that "college life" for real. Because I died. Yeah. Dead.
All it took was one perc. This was my first time ever even trying drugs. I'd been a good kid my whole life, and the moment I decided to live even a little bit, I fucking die. The person who gave me that shit laced it. Now I'm in front of this God giving me a decision if I wanted to get reincarnated or just drift off to the afterlife.
"So, let me get this straight," I said, staring at the old guy who called himself God. "If I want to reincarnate, you're just gonna… spin a wheel? Like, a literal Wheel of Worlds?" God nodded, completely unfazed. "That's exactly how it works." I stared at the wheel, all those strange worlds and names spinning in my head before it even moved. I let out a sharp breath.
"You know what? Screw it. Let's gamble. God, I'm betting my whole reincarnation on this damn wheel." He gave me a little smirk and, without hesitation, spun it. The wheel clattered to life, clicking with each turn. Faster, faster—the colors and names blurred together until I couldn't make out a single word. The wheel rattled, slowing down one click at a time. My eyes locked on the pointer as it crept past names I couldn't even read, the sound echoing in the empty space like a countdown to my doom. Click… click… click. And then it stopped. High School DxD. I froze.
"…You've got to be shitting me." God just chuckled. "Looks like you hit the jackpot." I haven't watched High School DxD since I was 13, but from my memories, it's actually an insanely dangerous anime to live in. Compared to shows like Attack on Titan, it isn't that bad, but for any normal human being, they'd be scared if they knew about the shit that goes on in there. Angels, devils, and fallen angels could all easily tear a normal human to shreds.
"Alright God, are you going to give me any type of powers? Because I'm pretty sure I'd be back here the moment I set foot in the verse." He turned to me and said, "You can choose what powers you want." I started thinking about the anime I enjoyed before dying, and the one I settled on was the Fate franchise. I remembered that before going to the party, I had started playing Fate/Grand Order on my phone. I'm not a veteran or a whale who drops bands on it daily, but the game gave me peace—a comfort game, really. I also really enjoy the anime and movies, plus the concept of summoning someone I can rely on to protect me sounded comforting.
"I'd like the power to summon Servants, any Servant I want. I'd also like my own set of magic circuits in my body." "I can't allow you to summon any Servant you want, but I can give you the ability to summon a random Servant. The magic circuits won't be an issue, though. Also, as an extra favor, I'll make you completely undetectable inside your domain. As long as you stay within your living space and don't use any magic outside of it you won't be detectable by any species whatsoever."
"Alright then, let's get this started," I said in an excited tone. In a flash of bright light, I was sent to a different world. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in an unfamiliar room. Honestly, my knowledge of High School DxD wasn't that great, and to make things worse, I had no idea where I even was. But then, all of a sudden, everything hit me—the information of this body and all the memories belonging to this person.
The body I now inhabit belonged to a boy named Shirou Kotomine. He had lived a normal life with his parents, who cared deeply for him. One night, a huge accident happened, a multi-vehicle collision on the highway. Shirou's parents were caught in it and didn't survive. Shirou had stayed late at a friend's house and avoided the accident entirely. I almost started bursting into tears on the spot. It seems I've merged with this person's soul, and we share one body. We are one and the same now. I think God made me merge with this person specifically because of how suicidal he was. I checked the pockets of my pants and found the thing that killed me in my last life—drugs. I think he was planning on offing himself. Welp, guess it's all going down the drain now since I merged with him.
I barely had time to process the room before a sudden wave of dizziness hit me. My vision blurred, and my knees buckled. "Whoa… what the—" Everything went black. When I opened my eyes, I wasn't in the unfamiliar room anymore. I was floating in a strange, endless void. Stars—or maybe sparks of magic—swirled around me, and in front of me hovered a small, ornate Grail glowing with soft golden light.
A calm voice echoed in my head. "Welcome, Master. This is the interface of the Grail. Here, you may summon a Servant." Before I could even respond, a translucent screen appeared around me, displaying spinning names, images, and stats of Servants I didn't recognize. I'm a lot less in touch with Fate than I thought I was—there are so many more Servants than the anime gives us. It's irritating. I touched the interface, and the Grail pulsed beneath my hand. Names and images blurred and swirled like water. I tried to focus, but the screen refused to settle. A bright flash enveloped me, and then everything went black again.
I woke up in the room again. I felt tired, but I forced myself to stay awake. Next to me was a petite girl in her teens with almond eyes, her hair black and tied neatly into a high ponytail. She wore a traditional samurai-inspired outfit, a mix of dark blues and whites. Light armor plates covered her shoulders and forearms, and a long, flowing sash trailed behind her. I remembered her—Ushiwakamaru. That's a good start, better than someone like Gilgamesh, because at least she'd acknowledge me as her Master instead of making me prove my worth like Goldie boy.
"My name is Rider. Are you my Master?" I looked down at my hand and saw three red Command Seals glowing faintly. "My name is Shirou Kotomine. I am your Master," I said, still trying to wrap my head around everything.
After a moment, I noticed something strange. I raised my hand to my face, and it looked a lot smaller than my first life. My body felt way smaller than before I died. I rushed to the bathroom to see what my new face looked like. I looked like Amakusa Shirou Tokinada from Fate/Apocrypha—white hair, tan skin, brown eyes. I was even wearing a priest uniform but had no connection with any faction according to my memories.
I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror for what felt like forever. White hair, tan skin, brown eyes. My new body was nothing like my old one. Where back in my original world I was 5'11, in this world I'm about 5'4—maybe 5'5 on a good day. I took a moment to catch my breath and let everything sink in. My head was still spinning from the Grail and the summoning, but I regained my bearings and thought about my new life.
Shirou's parents had been well off. They were really wealthy. They owned two houses: one was a normal middle-class home in the suburbs—cozy and practical, the kind of place a small family could live quietly. It had three bathrooms, four bedrooms, and was about 2,000 square feet. The other was a traditional Japanese home tucked away on the outskirts of town. It had sliding wooden doors, tatami mats, and a small garden that looked like it had been tended for decades.
I moved into the middle-class house since it was near the new school I was attending—Kuoh Academy. It was an all-girls school until recently, and I'd start next week, Monday. Currently, it's Thursday. I already had my uniform prepared and all my supplies ready for school. Honestly, it was really disappointing. I literally just finished high school, and yet I have to go right back after graduating.
I let out a long sigh before making my way to the backyard. The backyard had a lot of space for me to practice my magecraft. The first thing I did was activate my magic circuits. I focused, recalling the basic principles from the Fate series and the bits of magic theory I remembered from anime and games. A small spark of light flickered between my fingertips and then spread throughout my whole body. My 42 magic circuits were active. I raised my hands higher, channeling more energy, and a faint red glow began to swirl around my fingertips. In a flash, I projected three black keys. It didn't take much energy; it felt really easy for me. I guess the mages in fate weren't lying when they said projection was an insanely easy spell. I threw them into the air and quietly mumbled the word, "Set." The keys spun in midair, then froze. A magic circle began forming beneath them, intricate and glowing faintly, before the keys shot off in the directions they were pointed. I stepped back and watched. Honestly… it looked cool as fuck. I projected another pair of black keys and threw them on the ground, focusing until they enlarged themselves on the field. Soon, it dissipated into thin air, and I decided to call my Servant.
"USHIWAKAMARU, LET'S SPAR!" I yelled, more out of excitement than anything. I projected a katana in my hands, ready for practice. Ushiwakamaru raised an eyebrow but didn't move—this was training, after all. I swung the blade wildly, trying to mimic the moves I'd seen in anime. It was clumsy, awkward, and completely ineffective. Ushiwakamaru easily sidestepped each attack, her calm expression making my failures feel even worse. I tripped over my own feet trying a spin, landing hard on my butt. She exhaled sharply, her voice cold and cutting. "Master… are you even trying? That was disgraceful. Your form is sloppy, your footwork nonexistent, and your swings lack any sense of control. We will start with the basics, and we won't spar until you get those down. Am I clear?" "Yes, sensei," I muttered, wincing.
END OF CHAPTER
Ok so when I said I haven't consumed ANY high school dxd media since I was 13 I wasn;t lying. I haven't consumed any high school dxd media since I was 13. So as i'm writing this I'm rereading the manga jotting everything down. I think I'm decently knowledgeable about Fate, not so much as the game Grand Order though. I watched the movies but I still think I'm lacking in some areas. I'll see how far I go with this story and I'll reread High School DxD. I might genuinely forget about this story so if I don't upload for a while my Discord is v2timbit so you can just spam me. Alright bye lets see how far this fic goes.