Part 1 — Accession

The Eight Sacred Treasures...

A sword that can only be wielded by those seeking strength, capable of boosting all forms of magic... The Ultimate Legendary Sword, Eckesachs.

A blade that can only be wielded by those seeking vengeance, capable of draining the living blood out of its target... The Demon Blade of Vengeance, Dainsleif.

A mirror that can only be used by those who have no compunction about using a tool until it breaks, capable of creating countless copies of objects... The Mirror of Consumption’s Truth, Ungaikyo.

A spear that can only be wielded by those fighting against powerful authorities, capable of freely controlling the weather... The Divine Spear of Rebellion, Vajra.

A chalice that can only be used by those with a strong desire to live, capable of sustaining that survival indefinitely... The Sacred Chalice of Will, Elixir.

A silo that can only be used by those with an endless spirit of charity, capable of creating infinite food... The Bountiful Silo of Compassion, Danua.

A ship that can be used by anyone who wants to avoid death, capable of incredible defense... The Ark of Survival, Noah.

And the armor that can only be worn by those with a death wish, with a far too macabre power... The Armor of Entropy and Disaster, Pandora.

Eight treasures that the God who created this world in turn created for humanity. Divine Treasures that, despite fulfilling their purpose, occasionally return to the mortal stage of history and choose new masters. All of them, after a period of ten thousand years, are about to reunite in the Arcana Kingdom.

‘A ship is falling from the sky.’ Had anyone but Sansui said those words, the response would have been dismissive laughter. If there hadn’t been five of the Sacred Treasures in that spot, no doubt they wouldn’t have had any certainty about what was raining down from above. Further, had Dainsleif not described Shouzo’s magic as being too much ‘even for Noah,’ it may have taken them longer to figure it out.

“...What are the chances?”

Having cast an enormous spell into the air, the spell directly impacted said Noah. When considering the probabilities, Sansui’s observation ceases to be funny. However, all of those present could just make out that something very large, consumed in fire, was falling toward the ground. Moreover, at this rate, it might hit them directly, and even if it didn’t, it wouldn’t be a pleasant sight to watch.

“Uh, I’ll put this out there now, but I can’t do anything but break stuff.”

Shouzo, feeling that he might be called upon to try something, makes clear that there’s nothing he can do. Of course, there’s the off chance that he might have to vaporize the object before it hits anyone or anything else, but fortunately there’s nothing in the vicinity that’s at risk, save the humans on the ground.

“Saiga.”

While calm, evidently Sansui doesn’t have the luxury of formality, and reaches over to grab Eckesachs by the shoulder as she stands in mute shock next to Saiga.

“I’m borrowing her. Is that fine?”

“Y-Yeah, sure.”

The situation is reasonably dire. It certainly feels faintly like a bad joke, but letting a Sacred Treasure be destroyed in front of the others isn’t a pleasant thought. And if Sansui says he can do it, then he won’t fail.

“Eckesachs, this is the second time, but I need your strength.”

“O-Of course...”

Just as Dainsleif can detect the blood of those it’s cut, how Vajra can forecast the weather, and how Ungaikyo can appraise items that are reflected on her surface, Eckesachs also has a special sense. That is, she can determine if someone touching her is one seeking to become ‘the greatest,’ and to reject those who aren’t from touching her at all. Of course, Sansui as Suiboku’s apprentice, is one permitted to wield her.

Just like his master did all those centuries ago, he takes the legendary sword in hand, then issues instructions to the others.

“Vajra, would you mind creating a slight updraft? It doesn’t have to be anything like a tornado, just a light one.”

“Pardon? Do that yourself! You’re an Immortal, aren’t you?!”

“My Master taught me how to ride the wind, but not how to create wind. I need you to create some natural wind for me.”

The sight of Immortals riding clouds is an image that’s been recorded in artwork in a handful of places in this world. And Sansui, like any other Immortal, can certainly go lie down atop a cloud.

However, he’s never wanted to try it. Part of that stems from that he doesn’t have much in the way of wasteful physical desire, being an Immortal, but he also thinks that flying up that high into the air is a hassle. This is because Flash Step doesn’t operate vertically, and he has no other means of rapid movement.

He could just jump, technically. However, to move higher into the air using Feather Step simply takes too much time, and it’s easier for him to ride the wind when it’s a natural wind, like one created by a Sacred Treasure, rather than the artificial wind brought into being by magic.

“Stop complaining. Let’s do this.”

Ukyou rather hurriedly forces Vajra to turn into a spear. It’s not like he’s a madman or that he has a compulsion to destroy things, really. This sequence of events might not have been intentional, but it was still a result of his pleading. He can’t help but feel a slight bit of panic for destroying something so randomly.

“An upward draft is what you want, right?”

“Yes. Once I’m floating, I’ll just ride that up.”

Even he can’t generate enough wind to lift an object falling from the sky. That might not be the case if he were to generate a sufficiently powerful tornado, but that requires a specific set of environmental conditions, which makes the whole process somewhat difficult.

Still, in the end, it’s a gust of wind created by a Sacred Treasure. A gale so powerful that no one present can keep their eyes open blasts up from below.

“Blois, come with me!”

“Understood!”

Sansui rides the wind, carrying Blois and Eckesachs into the sky. Climbing at an impressive rate, the pair make slight adjustments in their flight path toward the giant ship approaching from ahead.

It appears that it’s not quite the size of a luxury cruise-liner or a warship. Still, the hull, half-consumed with flames, is obviously much larger than both of them.

“It’s Noah! The largest of us Sacred Treasures!”

“Blois, I’m going to levitate the hull! Can you...”

“Blow away the debris? I’m already on it.”

The burning pieces of debris begin to scatter as they fall. From the trajectory of the hull, it’s clear that it’s unlikely to hit those below, but the debris is another matter entirely. The burning shrapnel, carried by the wind, could very well fall anywhere.

“I’ll blast it away using my wind!”

“No, leave that to Saiga!”

“Blois, was it? Look up above you!”

Sansui and Eckesachs have already touched the burning hull and activated Feather Step. While Feather Step can levitate anything, so long as it’s not secured to the ground, the object in question is Noah and her extremely potent defenses. Even if this isn’t an attack, it’s difficult to manipulate it without the aid of the legendary sword.

“Above... A person?!”

Blois glances up while knocking away the debris, catching sight of a person’s silhouette falling from above. The instant she sees it, she adjusts her position and slowly approaches. Sending a gentle wind upward, she adjusts the falling speed of the person tumbling downward slowing them down.

Blois orients the falling victim so that they’re falling parallel to the ground, like a sky-diver, rather than head-first. That alone visibly slows the victim’s falling speed. Then, while making sure to minimize their relative difference in speed, Blois firmly takes hold of her body.

“So, this is Noah’s owner...”

Perhaps she was lucky in being the only one aboard Noah, or perhaps her people were so unlucky as to only be left with a single individual fleeing on Noah, but she’s the only one falling from the sky.

Blois thus reduces her falling speed without knowing who she’s carrying in her arms. She, of course, continues to blast away the debris falling from above at the same time.

“Still... Just what are the odds.”

Glancing upward again, she catches sight of the slowly descending hull and Sansui pressed up against it. In a sense, he’s got the easier task, so she has no concerns there.

A glance downward reveals that Lord Caputo, Saiga, and Shouzo’s escorts have crafted a multi-layered wall. The magical wall is so strongly constructed that it could take far more punishment than mere pieces of hull falling from the sky, and as a result, everyone beneath is completely unharmed.

Once she’s finished checking those two directions, Blois looks over the one in her arms. Evidently suffering from vertigo, she’s out cold, and doesn’t look like she’ll be moving anytime soon. She was actually thankful for that, and she feels a wave of relief after confirming what she looks like.

“So this girl is Noah’s owner? Since she doesn’t have black hair, she doesn’t seem to be one of Sansui’s countrymen.”

She’s a small woman with green hair. As everyone would prefer to avoid any further chaos, Blois chooses to be thankful for the lack of any additional complications.

Sansui slowly descends from above. The ship, half-destroyed and burning, lands in what can barely be called one piece. Before any of that happens, Blois returns to her master’s side below the walls of light.

“Remarkable... We still find it hard to believe that we’ve seen Noah the Ark with our own eyes...” the Arcanian King says, clearly in awe.

The ship said to be the largest of the legendary Eight Sacred Treasures... There’s enough of her grand appearance left in the wreckage to make an observer regret seeing her in this state.

“I didn’t expect there to be someone up there...”

In a somewhat delayed reaction, Shouzo slumps his shoulders at the knowledge that he hurt someone with his magic. It probably would have been a little better if the destroyed ark had been a bit more comedic in appearance, but it looked like a ship used to force open the route to the last dungeon in a video game.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s my fault, all my fault. I mean, who the hell could’ve imagined there’d be a Sacred Treasure flying overhead? Anyway, I owe them an apology. Isn’t that right, Elixir?”

“Yes, leave this to me!”

Noah continues to smolder on the plains, resting on her side to avoid tipping over. Making his way toward it, Ukyou holds the Sacred Chalice, Elixir, in his hand. He then splashes the clear liquid in the chalice upon the burning Noah. That’s all it takes to put out the burning ark, extinguishing out the fires everywhere, even in spots where the liquid didn’t land.

“This is the power of Elixir, the Sacred Chalice. She’s got the power to fix things that are broken...though that’s limited to objects.”

“Hahah! You’ve managed to avoid returning to God this time, Noah! Your end hasn’t come, meaning you still have things that you must accomplish in this world!”

The fire is out, but the hull is still a wreck. Well, okay, a wreck, but the debris is also slowly gathering itself onto the hull, as though the ship was pulling itself together. It was, in essence, a living organism, and it was healing itself.

“Still, given how big this is, it might take a while to fix.”

“Indeed. Noah appears to have thrown up some defenses and tried to avoid the spell. To be expected of an ark of refuge, perhaps.”

It does seem that the accidentally crashed Noah will slowly be fixed, and thus, apologies will be possible. The gathering let out a collective sigh of relief. There’s certainly something to be said for not accidentally destroying a legendary ship by getting carried away.

“...Would you mind if I explained the situation to those present?” Dainsleif asks, seeking out permission to explain the situation. She’s acting under the considerate assumption that the Sacred Treasures have a full grasp of the situation, but that there are those present without the full picture.

The only obvious answer here is silent approval. This is as good a situation as any to hear things directly from the Sacred Treasure’s mouth.

“We, the Eight Sacred Treasures, have always had one of three responses when our wielders die. The first is to wait for a new wielder. Eckesachs and Pandora are examples of this approach. The reason they were stored in your kingdom is because those objects were waiting for new candidates.”

Ukyou, having already heard these details, looks over at the ark regretfully. It may be asking for too much, but perhaps things would have played out differently had he also owned Noah.

“The second is that we return to God, our creator. This is what happened with the four of us. As such, God decides on our next wielder. Now, when any of us is destroyed, we automatically get sent back to God. This is true even if the previous wielder is still alive.”

The Japanese members of the gathering let out a murmur of understanding. Since they went through a similar experience themselves, they can’t do anything but find this explanation convincing.

But this was also true of those born in this world, because it was frankly absurd for a single individual to have four of the treasures. It makes more sense to be told that God handed them to the owner directly.

“The last are Noah and Danua. They...wander...without a set master.”

She can’t mask the disdain behind her words. The gaze she directs at the burning Noah is neither gentle nor mournful. If one had to put a word to the emotion, it would have to be contempt.

“Noah, well... The reason she has no master is understandable. She is, after all, a tool that is best left unused.”

The natives tilt their heads in puzzlement. Tools only exist to be used. Even ones created by God have a purpose, since they’re still tools. Even toys have the purpose of providing fulfilling uses for free time. So, what does it mean that a tool would deny their own utility?

“Wait, is it supposed to be like a life vest?” Saiga says, remembering what ‘Noah’s Ark’ was built for in his own world.

Noah’s Ark existed to escape God’s wrath. More specifically, to protect people from a great flood.

“Ukyou said the same thing, and it’s about right. Noah is designed not for transportation, but rather for escape. She accepts those who don’t want to die as her master, and exists to take them to safety.”

The world’s natives are also able to grasp most of what Dainsleif says. Something like the small lifeboats equipped on sailing vessels as a last resort. In that case, it’s best that something like that isn’t used at all. After all, using it means the wielder is in quite a bit of trouble already. But what they don’t understand is why she refuses to take a master. At the very least, shouldn’t she stick around the world’s surface, just in case she’s needed?

“The issue is that the environment inside the ark is comfortable. Or, more precisely, it forces the individuals inside to remain in an optimistic frame of mind.”

Those present react with a mix of revulsion and understanding. Certainly, a sense of hope is necessary for the refugees. Still, forcing it sounds sort of wrong.

“It’s not that it’s addictive or anything of the sort. However, it’s one thing if the master is someone with a strong will like Elixir, but there are countless people in this world who don’t want to die. And as such, most of those rescued end up trying to live inside this ark. As ridiculous as it sounds, this one didn’t like that.”

Humans generally react to this story by agreeing with the sentiment that they wouldn’t want to be used that way either. After all, it’s a ship designed for emergency escapes, and having it used as a shelter for shut-ins is hardly suitable. At the very least, from a human point of view, this is a perfectly understandable sentiment. However, it doesn’t seem to be true from a proper tool’s perspective.

“Foolish, as no one, not even the creator, has any right to restrict how a tool is used. If they want to use her as a house, then she should function as a house.” says Dainsleif, a tool herself, denying the validity of that thought process.

“The truth is that the safest place in the world is inside her. If they want to live there, then she should let them. It’s as simple as that.”

Dainsleif herself is a Demon Blade designed for revenge, but she’s been used in ways other than that as well. For example, her wielders have had her absorb some of their own blood to find long-lost family members, or more simply, used her for preparing meat. As such, she’s been used in ways that even went firmly against her creator’s intentions. Dainsleif has no problem with that, but she apparently can’t forgive Noah’s arrogance.

“...Wait. Then what about her?”

At Shouzo’s question, everyone’s attention turns to the girl who fell from the sky and now lays unconscious on the ground.

Yes, if Noah doesn’t have a wielder, then who is this young woman? If she’s Noah’s wielder, then chastising Noah for not taking a wielder seems rather odd.

“Before that, we need to explain another Sacred Treasure.”

“I shall explain Danua. You don’t mind, do you, Dainsleif?”

Dainsleif doesn’t answer the question, and Ungaikyo takes over. The young woman laying on the ground has green hair, is dressed as though she had just been working out in the fields, and is a little chubby. She looked like she’d fit in pretty well if she were put down in a random village.

“Danua, the Silo of Plenty... The Sacred Treasure who accepts those with a charitable heart as her master and allows the user to produce infinite prepared dishes from her. She shares the sense of taste with the one seeking food, and she can recreate any food that the wielder has eaten.”

In a sense, she’s a similar type of Sacred Treasure to Ungaikyo, who can create an infinite number of replicas of an object. However, the gaze Ungaikyo directs to her is close to outright hostility.

“Just as my replicas vanish in a year, Danua’s dishes vanish after a single day. Once consumed, however, the body still absorbs it. Overeating can result in obesity and overdrinking... Well, I’m sure that would result in illness.”

Those details have left their impression on the world’s myths. The dishes produced by Danua vanish after a single evening, and as such, they can’t be preserved.

“Still, there’s nothing wrong with that. I’m not much different, after all. The problem, however, is Danua’s own philosophy. This one didn’t like that limitation, and started pretending to be a human.”

That came from the very problem Ukyou faces at present. Even if she can temporarily alleviate food shortages, the problem remains over the long term. While today’s meal is more important than the country’s wealth a century from now, the next year’s harvest is equally important.

“Because her food vanishes after a single day, no matter how hard she tries, she can’t fulfill all of the starving masses. Coming to that conclusion, Danua...decided to try to create food like a human would.”

Those present have trouble digesting those words. They couldn’t figure out what that even meant.

“Ukyou called it a governing cheat, but yes, that’s about the gist of it. Danua took advantage of the fact that she’s a tool capable of taking human form and began acquiring agricultural skills. Using her accumulated knowledge, she goes around solving each region’s food shortages.”

Rather than serve as a tool that creates infinite food, she goes around teaching efficient farming techniques by studying agriculture as an unaging human. Depending on the situation, no doubt it’s more effective than creating infinite dishes that disappear in a day. However, Ungaikyo sounds thoroughly irritated when describing this servant of humanity.

“We are tools crafted by God, not people. It isn’t a matter of which is superior. We’re simply fundamentally different things. Yet this fool... To act on her own without human intervention!”

Ungaikyo kicks the girl lying on the ground, looking far removed from her usual elegant appearance.

With that demonstration, even Shouzo understands. This young woman isn’t Noah’s wielder, but one of the Eight Sacred Treasures.

“Up you get, Danua!”

Ukyou had been informed in advance that Danua and Noah were traveling together. Sansui, reading her aura, recognizes that she’s a Sacred Treasure like Eckesachs. And at this moment, everyone else present understands that the young woman is, in fact, Danua, the Silo of Plenty, the relic that can create an endless supply of food.

“Urgh...”

“Wake up! To pass out simply from falling to the ground, given your toughness! You’re an embarrassment to us all!”

The green-haired young woman sits up. After a moment of staring off into the distance, she looks to Noah repairing herself behind her, and Sansui holding Eckesachs in front of her.

“Oh, Lawd have mercy~~!”

With words that are influenced by some rural dialect, Danua ignores Ungaikyo and grabs on to Sansui.

“You’re Suiboku’s apprentice, ain’t you?! To do that to Noah... I’m never gonna forgive you!”

“Err, no, I...”

“Don’t play stupid! You can’t claim to be unrelated to Suiboku, when you’ve got Eckesachs in hand and you’re dressed like that! You got a lot to answer for!”

Just as Ungaikyo was angry at Danua, Danua is now raging at Sansui.

She rages like an angry god, yelling at him as though he’s the one thing in the world she can’t accept.

“What did Noah ever do to you?! All she was doing was flying in the air! Why’d ya blast her?!”

“W-Wait, hang on! I’m the one that blasted her, Danua!” Shouzo hurriedly interjects. Yes, Sansui hadn’t done anything wrong. Shouzo was the one who had fired the spell. If anything, Sansui was the one who had saved Noah.

“Lawd have mercy! Just how did you manage to do that to Noah without Eckesachs?!”

“Oh, with magic sort of like this...”

“No way some magic could do that!”

She’s not wrong, generally speaking, so it’ll be hard to convince her otherwise. It’s not like he can demonstrate his power in front of her. It’s entirely possible he’d shoot something else down if he did it again.

“Noah was... Noah was always here to help me! At this rate she’ll end up back at the Lawd’s feet!”

“P-Please calm down. I may be Suiboku’s apprentice, but I’m not Eckesachs’s master. I’m just borrowing her from the gentleman over there...”

“You’re an apprentice to a man playing with swords without even eating! If you have time to be swinging a sword, pick up a hoe and work a field! You think you’re important just because you have a sword on your hip?!” Danua yells, attacking in ways that are a bit hard to refute.

Behind her is Ungaikyo, shaking, with her hands balled into fists, and Dainsleif trying to calm her. The situation is just getting more chaotic by the second.

“Ungaikyo, you are in the right, but our master is responsible for this incident. Don’t kick her in the head when we were the ones who shot her down.”

“I know... But the first thing she does after getting up is give a lecture...”

Putting aside the arguments from the individual Sacred Treasures, the ones responsible for this little incident are Ukyou and Shouzo. At the very least, the King and Lord Caputo, who gave permission to Shouzo to use his magic, are surely blameless.

“Hahahah! Quite the spirit, Danua! I feel your passion for farming!”

On the other hand, completely ignoring the atmosphere is Elixir, now returned to her form as a young woman dressed in men’s clothes. She pats Danua firmly on the shoulder, stopping her in place. Danua, of course, is aware that Elixir has the power to help Noah.

“Oh my Lawd! If it ain’t Elixir! It’s been ages! Wait, are you the one that...”

“Indeed, she’s already beginning to fix herself. No doubt she will be back to her normal self by morning!”

“O-Oh bless you! Bless your heart, Eli! I’m so grateful!”

The two Sacred Treasures warmly embrace to celebrate their reunion. It’s in complete contrast to the mood around them, but it means that Sansui’s no longer the target of Danua’s ire. Taking advantage of this newfound freedom, Sansui hands Eckesachs back to Saiga. He’s come to the conclusion that nothing good would come from hanging on to Eckesachs.

“I trust your farming efforts are going well?”

“We farming folk are always at the mercy of the earth and sky. We have times when we gotta deal with things like locusts, and it don’t always go the way we want it to. Plenty of times, I found myself wishing Vajra was around... Even if I actually know better.”

“I see. I’m afraid that’s outside of my expertise, but it sounds like quite the effort! But you have no intention of giving up, yes?”

“Of course not! Noah and I will go anywhere so long as there’s people needing a full belly!”

“I see, I see. Then I have something to ask of you. You see, our master is currently governing a country, but I’m told their farming techniques are quite behind the times. I’m afraid I don’t understand the details, but I’m told there is a bad harvest at least once every few years. We are in dire need of a specialist equipped with both knowledge and experience!” Elixir proclaims, changing the subject on a dime. Everyone present can only marvel at her skill.

“Wha, you’re serving a king now?!?”

“Yes, a feared dictator at that! He says ‘jump’ and everyone asks how high!”

“Meaning no one’s gonna complain if I spread manure as fertilizer?”

“Indeed! In fact, you can make all of the citizens spread the manure, if you wish!”

The King and Lord Caputo realize it at that moment. A heartbeat later Setenve and Ukyou also come to the same conclusion. They’re watching a fifth Sacred Treasure being invited to the Domino Republic.

“So all the farmers in the country will do as I say?!”

“Indeed, so long as you work for our master!”

“Oh my Lawd! I’ll work harder than ever!”

Danua celebrates being able to give orders to an entire country, completely forgetting about her best friend smoldering in the background. Elixir, having nepotistically hired a relation to take up the vital task of managing the country’s agriculture, gives her master a thumbs-up.

“...Master, do make sure you don’t put me together with her.”

“Uh, okay.”

As Ungaikyo literally quakes with rage, Ukyou can only nod in acknowledgment.