System in Assassin's Creed

Chapter 285: Chapter 284: Vacation

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(The Grand Tour - Year 1717)

---Edo, Japan---

The air was clear and smelled of the sea and pine. The Tokugawa Shogunate ruled over the vast network of wooden homes, waterways, and massive castles that made up the city of Edo. It was a closed world... Sakoku was in full effect, and foreigners were forbidden under penalty of death.

But rules were for people who couldn’t warp reality.

Alaric and Kassandra stood on a busy street corner in the Nihonbashi district. To the locals passing by, they looked like a prosperous samurai couple from a western province... Alaric with dark hair and stern features, Kassandra with the refined elegance of a noblewoman. The Genjutsu was subtle, layered over their physical forms like a second skin.

To each other, however, they looked exactly the same.

”It’s... orderly,” Kassandra noted, adjusting the sleeves of her silk kimono. The fabric was a deep indigo, embroidered with silver cranes. She looked at the castle in the distance. ”Different from cities like Athens. Less marble, more wood. But the discipline is the same.”

”It’s a powder keg wrapped in silk,” Alaric commented, his own kimono a stark black with the Kenway crest, disguised as a clan mon, on the back. ”But the craftsmanship is undeniable.”

They walked hand-in-hand, a scandal if anyone looked too closely, but Alaric’s subtle aura kept prying eyes away. They visited the Sensō-ji Temple, admiring the massive lantern and the smell of incense. Kassandra bought a set of lacquered combs and a katana that she claimed was ”for decoration” but tested for balance with a terrifyingly expert eye.

Alaric bought tea... crates of it, sealed into his ring. He also bought silk, pottery, and a set of woodblock prints that depicted the ”Floating World.”

They only stayed for three hours. Long enough to taste the air, buy the souvenirs, and leave before their presence disturbed the place too much.

Alaric held out his hand. ”Ready for dinner?”

Kassandra took it. ”Where are we eating?”

”Rome.”

Hiraishin.

---Rome, The Papal States---

The transition was instant. One moment, the smell of incense; the next, the smell of roasted garlic and old stone.

It was evening in Rome. The eternal city was bathed in the warm, golden light of streetlamps. Alaric and Kassandra stood in a quiet alley near the Piazza Navona.

They changed again. Alaric donned a black, expensive justacorps coat with silver buttons, looking every inch the European aristocrat. Kassandra wore a dark floral robe volante, the heavy fabric rustling as she moved, a white lace headpiece framing her face.

”I haven’t been here since...” Kassandra trailed off, looking at the distant dome of St. Peter’s. ”Since it was ruins and camps.”

”Well, now it’s ruins and churches,” Alaric quipped, offering his arm.

They walked to a hotel named ’Albergo dell’Orso’ near the Spanish Steps... the same one Alaric had stayed in years ago with Reuben and Flavia. The concierge, a man whose grandfather had probably served kings, didn’t blink at their sudden appearance. He simply gave them the best table in the private dining room.

Dinner was an affair of excess. Roast peacock with gilded feathers. Wild boar ham cured for five years. Truffles shaved over handmade pasta. They drank wine that tasted of history and finished with Celestial Tea, which the hotel had imported at great cost, ironically paying Alaric’s own company.

Afterward, they walked the streets. They visited the Trevi Fountain... still under construction in this era, but beautiful nonetheless, bought trinkets from night vendors, and eventually returned to their suite.

The lovemaking that night was slow, tender, and deep... a reaffirmation of life amidst the ruins of the old world.

---

The next morning, they didn’t take a carriage.

They stood on the balcony of the hotel. Alaric looked at the sky, clear and blue.

”Hold on,” Alaric said.

He bit his thumb.

Summoning Jutsu.

SCREEEEEE!

A cry pierced the air, not of a bird, but of a godlike entity. A massive burst of fire erupted in the sky, coalescing into a shape that blotted out the sun.

Emberis. The Phoenix.

He was majestic. His feathers were living flames, shifting from gold to crimson to white hot blue. His wingspan was wide enough to cover a city block. He hovered there, the heat of his presence controlled by Alaric’s will so it didn’t incinerate the city below.

Kassandra stared, her mouth slightly open. She had seen the mythological beasts of Greece. She had fought the Minotaur. But this... this was raw, elemental power.

”You... you can summon that?” Kassandra whispered.

”He’s a bit dramatic,” Alaric admitted, looking at the giant bird. ”Hey, Emberis. Sorry for the silent treatment. I was... dead. Sort of.”

The Phoenix glared at him with eyes like molten suns. ”You seem to forget your benefactor, Alaric. I should roast you.”

”I brought snacks,” Alaric offered, holding up a massive chunk of chakra-infused meat from his inventory.

”That junk?” Emberis snatched it out of the air, swallowing it whole. ”Acceptable. Get on.”

They climbed onto the bird’s back. Alaric created a wind barrier to protect them from the speed and altitude.

”To France!” Alaric commanded.

---Paris, Kingdom of France---

They landed in a secluded field outside Versailles. A quick change of clothes later, and they were walking through the Hall of Mirrors.

Kassandra was enchanted. The sheer scale of the opulence, the gold, the crystal... it was a different kind of power than she was used to. It wasn’t the strength of stone walls; it was the strength of absolute culture.

They walked the Tuileries, bought perfume in Place Vendôme, and marveled at the stained glass of Sainte-Chapelle. They ate croissants that shattered like glass and drank coffee that was thick as mud.

Kassandra bought art... paintings of landscapes, sketches of the city. Alaric bought wine, casks of Bordeaux and Champagne that would age nicely in his inventory.

---Amsterdam, The Dutch Republic---

The next day, they flew north.

Amsterdam was a different beast entirely. It was a machine. A city of brick and water, driven by the pulse of trade.

They walked along the canals, admiring the gabled houses that leaned precariously over the water. They took a boat tour, the skipper happily accepting Alaric’s gold coin to take them on a private route.

”This city...” Kassandra noted, watching a barge full of spices pass by. ”It feels like Pennmere. Busy. Focused.”

”It’s the blueprint,” Alaric nodded. ”Finance. Trade. Freedom. Penn learned a lot from the Dutch.”

They visited the East India House, where Alaric mentally noted a few trade routes to disrupt or co-opt later. Kassandra bought diamonds... uncut, raw stones from Africa that she planned to have set later.

---Egypt, The Ottoman Empire---

They flew south, crossing the Mediterranean on the back of a phoenix.

Egypt was heat and dust and history so old it made Rome look like a toddler.

They stood before the Great Sphinx. Kassandra ran her hand over the weathered stone paw.

”I remember when this was colorful,” she murmured. ”Time eats everything.”

”Not everything,” Alaric said, taking her hand. ”Time can’t eat us.”

They took a felucca down the Nile. Thieves tried to pick their pockets in the Cairo markets. Alaric didn’t even look at them; he just manipulated the wind on a micro-scale to push their hands away whenever they got too close. The thieves fled, terrified of the invisible wall.

In a hidden bureau beneath a carpet shop, they met Solomon. The bald assassin was little older now, but his eyes were sharp.

”Alaric?” Solomon dropped his tea. ”You are in Egypt? How?”

”Magic,” Alaric explained vaguely. ”It’s been two years... how are you?”

They spent the night there, drinking strong coffee and swapping stories. Solomon introduced them to the Brotherhood’s local branch. Kassandra critiqued their fighting styles, and Alaric upgraded their hidden blades with better springs.

---Kefalonia, Greece---

The final stop. Home. Or what used to be home.

They landed on the cliffs of Kefalonia, overlooking the Ionian Sea. The water was a shade of blue that existed nowhere else on earth.

Kassandra took him to a small, rural village. The vineyards were overgrown, the statues crumbled.

”This is where Markos lived,” Kassandra said, pointing to a ruined foundation. ”He was... an idiot. But he saved me.”

She told him stories. Of chasing goats. Of fighting bandits for drachmae. Of a simple life before she became a demigod.

Alaric listened, smiling. He loved seeing this side of her... the human side beneath the legend.

They went to Athens. The Acropolis was a shadow of its former glory, battered by time and Ottoman cannons. They went to Delphi, where the Oracle’s temple was just a pile of rocks.

Then, they went to Mount Taygetos.

They stood on the cliff edge. The wind howled.

Kassandra went silent. Her mood shifted, growing heavy.

”You know,” she began, looking down into the abyss. ”This was the place I was thrown when I was a child...”

Alaric stayed silent, letting her speak.

”This was also where Alexios fell,” she continued. ”Where my family was destroyed...”

She sighed, a sound of infinite weariness. ”This place is smaller than I remember. The drop seemed endless then.”

---Sparta---

They walked through the ruins of Sparta.

There were no walls. Sparta never had walls; its men were its walls. But now, there were no men either. Just goats grazing on the stones of the training grounds.

It wasn’t a glorious ruin like Athens. It was just... gone. Faded into the dust.

Kassandra sat down by a large boulder, staring at nothing.

”I had a small friend called Phoebe...” she said softly.

Her fingers brushed against the dust on the stone beside her, tracing nothing in particular.

”She was loud. Too curious for her own good. Always asking questions.” A faint breath of a laugh escaped her. ”She used to follow me around Athens like a shadow. Thought I was some kind of hero.”

Kassandra paused, her gaze fixed ahead on a crumbling pillar.

”I kept telling her not to. Told her this world wasn’t kind to people like her...” She paused. ”...She never listened.”

Alaric remained still. He didn’t sit beside her yet... he stayed where he was, giving her space, letting her words choose their own pace.

”She wanted to see Sparta,” Kassandra continued. ”She wanted to know where I came from. She said if I was strong enough to survive this place... then it must have been special.”

Her jaw tightened.

”I thought I had time.”

The wind passed through the ruins, stirring dust and dry grass. Emberis circled high above, a speck of fire against the blue, distant enough that his presence felt like a memory rather than a force.

”She died because of me,” Kassandra said... not accusing, not emotional. Just factual. ”Because I thought I could keep everyone safe if I was strong enough.”

Her shoulders rose and fell slowly.

”For a long time, I thought this place...” she gestured faintly to the ruins ”...was the reason I was broken. Sparta. My family. The fall.”

She shook her head. ”But it wasn’t this place.”

Kassandra finally turned her head slightly, though she didn’t look at Alaric.

”It was the belief that I could outrun fate.”

Alaric stepped closer then. He sat beside her, close enough that their shoulders nearly touched, but not pressing. He didn’t reach for her. He didn’t speak. He just offered his presence as an anchor.

She leaned back against the boulder, eyes half-lidded.

”I’ve walked these lands for centuries,” she murmured. ”I fought gods. I outlived empires. And still...” A small, tired smile appeared. ”Some ghosts never get smaller.”

She exhaled and closed her eyes.

”But they don’t hurt the same anymore.”

For the first time since Mount Taygetos, she reached out... not looking... and rested her hand against Alaric’s. Her palm was warm, calloused, alive.

”That’s why I wanted to bring you here,” she said quietly. ”Not to show you what I lost.”

Her fingers tightened just slightly, interlacing with his.

”But to show you what I survived.”

Alaric squeezed her hand back.

”I see you, Kassandra,” he whispered. ”And I hear you.”

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