Fate: Zero to Hero

Two years had passed since Ritsuka's second chance began, and in that time, he had grown and changed in ways he never thought possible. His training in sun magecraft had progressed steadily under his father's guidance, and he had become adept at crafting weapons infused with the power of the sun.

But it wasn't just his skills as a mage that had developed; Ritsuka had also undergone a profound transformation on a personal level. The guilt and self-doubt that had plagued him in the early days of his second chance had begun to fade, replaced by a newfound sense of confidence and purpose.

With each passing day, Ritsuka had thrown himself into his training with unwavering determination, driven by a desire to become stronger, both for himself and for those he cared about. He had honed his combat skills, mastering a variety of weapons and techniques, and had even begun to explore the depths of his own magical abilities.

But perhaps most importantly, Ritsuka had forged deep and meaningful connections with those around him. He had formed bonds of friendship and camaraderie with his peers, and had grown closer to his family than ever before. And though he still carried the weight of his past sins, he had come to accept that redemption was not something he could achieve alone.

As Ritsuka looked back on the past two years, he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the second chance he had been given. It hadn't been easy, and there were still challenges ahead, but he knew that as long as he remained true to himself and those he cared about, he could overcome anything that stood in his way.

With renewed determination, Ritsuka set his sights on the future, ready to face whatever trials and tribulations lay ahead. Armed with the knowledge and experience he had gained over the past two years, he was prepared to take on whatever fate had in store for him.

As Ritsuka continued to input information into his computer, meticulously recording everything he could remember about the lost belts and singularities, he couldn't shake the nagging thought at the back of his mind.

"I need to make them portable when I go to Chaldea," he muttered to himself, his fingers flying across the keyboard. "But still, I wonder if the butterfly effects will happen."

The concept of the butterfly effect had been weighing heavily on Ritsuka's mind ever since he had been granted his second chance. He knew that even the smallest change in the past could have far-reaching consequences in the present, and he couldn't help but worry about the unintended repercussions of his actions.

But despite his apprehensions, Ritsuka remained determined to press forward. He had a responsibility to use his knowledge for the greater good, to prevent disasters and save lives wherever possible. And if that meant risking the butterfly effect, then so be it.

With a final keystroke, Ritsuka saved his work and shut down his computer. As he prepared to leave for Chaldea, he couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation mingled with excitement. The journey ahead would be fraught with challenges and uncertainties, but Ritsuka was ready to face them head-on, armed with the knowledge of his past and the determination to shape a better future.

As Ritsuka pondered the changes that had already begun to take shape in the world around him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The ripple effects of his actions were already becoming apparent, altering the course of events in ways both large and small.

The friendship he had formed with Ophelia, for example, had blossomed into something far deeper and more meaningful than he could have ever imagined. Not only had it brought joy and companionship into his life, but it had also helped Ophelia's parents to see their daughter in a new light, fostering understanding and acceptance where there had once been fear and misunderstanding.

And yet, even as Ritsuka recognized the positive impact of his actions, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that he was treading on dangerous ground. The very fabric of reality seemed to be shifting around him, and he couldn't help but wonder what other changes lay in store, both for himself and for those around him.

As he considered these thoughts, Ritsuka couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. Had he done the right thing by intervening in Ophelia's life? Had he inadvertently altered the course of her destiny, for better or for worse? Only time would tell, but Ritsuka couldn't shake the feeling that he had set something irrevocable in motion.

With a heavy heart, Ritsuka pushed aside his doubts and resolved to focus on the task at hand. He had a duty to fulfill, both to himself and to the world at large, and he couldn't afford to let his fears hold him back. With renewed determination, he set off for Chaldea, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

As Ritsuka grappled with the logistics of returning to Chaldea, he couldn't help but feel a sense of uncertainty creeping in. After all, in the original timeline, he had been recruited like everyone else, his journey to Chaldea orchestrated by forces beyond his control. But now, with his second chance placing him ten years ahead of schedule, he found himself facing a daunting challenge.

"How do I even get there?" he mused aloud, his brow furrowing in thought. "I was recruited in the original timeline, but things are different now. I can't rely on the same methods to get to Chaldea."

As he considered his options, Ritsuka's mind raced with possibilities. Perhaps he could reach out to contacts within the Mage Association, using his family's connections to secure a place at Chaldea. Or maybe he could attempt to travel there independently, relying on his knowledge of magecraft and the magical world to navigate the complexities of space and time.

But even as he pondered these ideas, Ritsuka couldn't shake the feeling that there was something he was missing. A key piece of the puzzle that eluded him, preventing him from finding a solution to his predicament.

With a frustrated sigh, Ritsuka pushed aside his doubts and resolved to keep searching for answers. He may not have all the pieces yet, but he refused to give up hope. After all, if there was one thing he had learned on his journey so far, it was that even the most daunting challenges could be overcome with perseverance and determination.

With a sudden burst of clarity, Ritsuka realized that Ophelia held the key to his own journey to Chaldea. If she had been recruited for her skills and talents, then he could follow in her footsteps and seek out a similar opportunity for himself.

"Ophelia, that's it," he exclaimed to himself, a sense of determination igniting within him. "She was recruited into Chaldea to be a part of Team A because of her skills. That means I need to get there the same way. The Clock Tower, here I come! Well, in a few years, that is."

With a renewed sense of purpose, Ritsuka set his sights on the future, determined to do whatever it took to reach Chaldea and fulfill his destiny. He knew that the road ahead would be long and challenging, but he was ready to face whatever obstacles stood in his way.

Armed with his newfound resolve, Ritsuka began to make plans, laying the groundwork for his journey to Chaldea. He knew that he had a long way to go, but he refused to be deterred. After all, if there was one thing he had learned on his journey so far, it was that nothing worth having ever came easy.

With a determined smile, Ritsuka set out to seize his destiny, ready to carve a path for himself in the world of mages and heroes.

As the door to his room swung open, Ritsuka's father entered, a solemn expression on his face.

"Son, you know what time it is," he said, gesturing to his arm. "It's time to transfer the magic crest. It's time to pass it to you."

Ritsuka's heart skipped a beat at his father's words, a mix of anticipation and nervousness coursing through him. The transfer of the magic crest was a significant moment, marking the transition of power from one generation to the next. It was a tradition that had been passed down through their family for generations, and Ritsuka felt a profound sense of responsibility as he prepared to inherit the crest.

Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Ritsuka nodded to his father, steeling himself for the ritual that was about to take place. With practiced hands, his father began the process of transferring the magic crest, carefully imbuing it with his own magical energy before passing it on to his son.

As the transfer was completed, Ritsuka felt a surge of power course through him, his senses tingling with the raw energy of the crest. It was a heady sensation, unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and he couldn't help but marvel at the weight of responsibility that now rested on his shoulders.

"Thank you, Father," Ritsuka said, his voice filled with gratitude. "I will honor the legacy of our family and wield this crest with pride."

His father smiled, a look of pride shining in his eyes. "I have no doubt that you will, my son," he said. "Now, go forth and make your mark on the world. I know that you will do great things."

With his father's words echoing in his mind, Ritsuka squared his shoulders and prepared to embark on the next chapter of his journey. Armed with the power of the magic crest and the determination to fulfill his destiny, he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

And maybe you can finally get more friends. his father said with a smile. I mean you should.

No. Ritsuka said to his father. After all why do I a sinner, a murder deserves more friend Ophelia is a different story because I need to redeem my self and save her, and sure we became friends but that was not my plane. Ritsuka though to him self.

Ritsuka's father nodded understandingly at his son's words, though a hint of concern lingered in his eyes. "I understand, son," he said softly. "But remember, friendship is a gift, not a reward. And sometimes, it's those unexpected connections that bring the greatest joy and fulfillment."

Ritsuka paused, his father's words striking a chord within him. Perhaps his father was right. Perhaps he had been too quick to dismiss the possibility of forming new friendships, too focused on his own guilt and redemption to see the potential for genuine connection with others.

But even as he considered his father's words, Ritsuka couldn't shake the sense of unease that gnawed at his conscience. He had made mistakes in the past, committed acts that he could never undo, and he couldn't help but wonder if he was truly deserving of the companionship and trust of others.

"I appreciate your words, Father," Ritsuka said finally, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "But for now, I think I'll focus on the friendships I already have. Ophelia is enough for me, at least for now."

His father nodded once more, a flicker of sadness passing across his features. "Very well, son," he said. "Just remember that you're not alone. No matter what challenges you face, your family will always be here for you."

With a heavy heart, Ritsuka watched as his father left the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts. As he reflected on their conversation, he couldn't help but wonder if he was making the right choice. But for now, he resolved to trust in his instincts and focus on the path he had chosen.

As Ritsuka's father left the room, Ritsuka couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt tug at his heartstrings. Despite his father's words of encouragement and support, the weight of his past sins still hung heavy on his conscience.

"Thanks, dad," he murmured softly to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. But even as the words left his lips, doubts continued to plague his mind. Did he truly deserve the love and support of his family? Did he deserve the chance at redemption that had been bestowed upon him?

As he grappled with these questions, Ritsuka felt a familiar sense of turmoil churning within him. The guilt and self-doubt that had plagued him for so long seemed to swell within his chest, threatening to consume him once more.

But even amidst the darkness, a small flicker of hope remained. A glimmer of light that reminded Ritsuka that he was more than the sum of his mistakes, more than the sins of his past. And though the road to redemption would be long and arduous, he refused to give up hope.

With a deep breath, Ritsuka squared his shoulders and resolved to press forward, determined to prove to himself and to the world that he was capable of change. For even in the darkest of times, there was always the possibility of redemption.

I need to get some fresh air. Ritsuka said going out. Today is peac-

As he was cut as he was tackle by Ophelia, as he landed to the ground as Ophelia as hugging him.

As Ritsuka found himself unexpectedly tackled to the ground by Ophelia, he couldn't help but let out a startled laugh at the suddenness of her embrace. Her presence was as comforting as it was surprising, and despite himself, Ritsuka couldn't suppress the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips.

"And here she is, my clingy best friend," Ritsuka thought to himself, his amusement evident in his eyes as he looked up at Ophelia. "How does she sneak up on me all the time?"

But even as he teased her in his mind, Ritsuka couldn't deny the warmth that filled his heart at the sight of Ophelia's smiling face. In her presence, the weight of his worries seemed to lift, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment that he hadn't felt in a long time.

"Hey there, Ophelia," Ritsuka said, returning her hug with a gentle squeeze. "What brings you here?"

Ophelia grinned mischievously, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I just couldn't resist the chance to see my favorite person," she said playfully. "Plus, I have some exciting news to share with you!"

As Ritsuka listened to Ophelia's chatter, a sense of gratitude washed over him. Despite everything, he knew that he was lucky to have a friend like her by his side, someone who accepted him for who he was and stood by him through thick and thin.

With Ophelia's infectious energy brightening his spirits, Ritsuka felt a renewed sense of optimism wash over him. Whatever challenges lay ahead, he knew that as long as he had Ophelia by his side, he could face them with courage and determination.

As Ritsuka and Ophelia continued to chat and laugh together, Ritsuka couldn't help but feel a sense of peace settle over him. Despite the uncertainties and challenges that lay ahead, he found solace in the simple joy of spending time with his friend.

As they walked through the familiar streets of their neighborhood, Ritsuka felt a weight lift from his shoulders with each step. The fresh air filled his lungs, invigorating him with a newfound sense of clarity and purpose.

"Thanks for dragging me out of the house, Ophelia," Ritsuka said, a genuine smile gracing his lips. "I needed this."

Ophelia grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Anytime, Ritsuka," she replied, looping her arm through his. "After all, what are friends for?"

As they continued on their way, Ritsuka couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over him. In Ophelia, he had found not just a friend, but a confidante, someone who understood him in a way that few others did.

With Ophelia by his side, Ritsuka knew that he was not alone in his journey. Together, they would face whatever challenges came their way, supporting each other every step of the way.

And as they walked into the sunset, the future seemed a little less daunting, filled with endless possibilities and the promise of new adventures.

You should make more friends then me. Ritsuka said to Ophelia as looked at her. I mean why don't you.

Ritsuka's suggestion caught Ophelia off guard, and she paused for a moment, considering his words carefully. She had always been content with their close friendship, but Ritsuka's gentle encouragement gave her pause.

"I suppose I've never really thought about it," Ophelia admitted, her brow furrowing slightly as she pondered Ritsuka's suggestion. "I guess I've just always been focused on spending time with you. But you're right, maybe it's time for me to branch out and make some new friends."

Ritsuka smiled, a sense of pride swelling within him at Ophelia's willingness to consider his suggestion. "You should," he said encouragingly. "You're a wonderful person, Ophelia, and I'm sure there are plenty of people out there who would love to get to know you."

Ophelia returned his smile, a warmth filling her heart at his words. "Thanks, Ritsuka," she said softly. "I'll give it a try. And who knows, maybe we'll both end up with a whole new group of friends."

With renewed determination, Ritsuka and Ophelia continued on their walk, the prospect of new friendships filling them with excitement and anticipation. Together, they were ready to embark on a new chapter of their lives, filled with endless possibilities and the promise of new connections.

But no matter what you will still be my favourite. Ophelia said to Ritsuka as she looks at him. My first friend

"Thank you, Ophelia," Ritsuka replied, his voice soft with emotion. "You'll always be my favorite too, my first friend."

To be continued

Hope people like this Ch yes I know this is slow but goddamm let Ritsuka have some peace also beacuse I am still thinking of things to give so that he can be able to stop some of the plot point, for know I have the mystic eyes on the top of the list, something like the mystic eyes, anyway don't forget to give me stones because put army is growing, we will take down the ones on the top and be Victorious are you all with me