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Authors Note: There is an infinite number of Servants who could be summoned into the Grail Wars, but only so few are seen. Would you like to see the other possibilities?
This fic was Inspirited by all those One Shot Series' of What If Servants such as From Across the Throne of Heroes, Servants of the Kaleidoscope, and Infinite Paths. I highly suggest reading them.
And yes, that means this is a One Shot Series. Most of the Servants will be from Modern Fiction. Or... Old Fiction. Depends.
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The Holy Grail, A Coveted Wish Granting Item, fought for with wars every 50 years. To obtain it, Magus' summon Heroes from recognized through out time, to fight for them in this war from their home after death, The Throne of Heroes. Summoned into Pre-Made Classes that suit their skills, they stand above humans, not only to win the war for their Masters who have called them, but to have their wishes granted by the Grail.
The Knight of the Sword, Saber. The Knight of the Spear, Lancer. The Knight of the Bow, Archer. The Mounted Solider, Rider. The Magus, Caster. The Silent Killer, Assassin. The Mad Warrior, Berserker. These are the Vessels these heroes summoned into.
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Today... We shall see a so called Hero... Who regretted his life deeply, wanted wanted to keep others from suffering the same fate...
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It was all gone. He saw nothing but the sky, laying there in the grass. He had failed to catch his Brother, to stop the girl who was taking her away. To get her grubby hands off him.
"Brother..."
And now... He was here... Tired... Till he heard a rustling. Till she spoke to him.
"Who is it? You are..."
"Mister Hero... How would you like to become a Real Hero?"
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That deep red spear flew at Shirou's heart, with hesistation. And that was when it happened. The Desire to Live. The Flood of Magic. The Circle Flared to life, as the Servant was formed, The Contract complete.
When Shirou opened his eyes, the lance wielders weapon had been halted by force from the side, with a long curved piece of metal resembeling a Nodachi. The weapon had no edge, was very flat and thick. The weapon soared after that second Shirou had to stare, forcing the blue spearmen back and out of the shed.
And so stepped forward the hero who had saved him. He was fairly tall, definitly taller than the spearmen he had just forced back, and just as muscular, if not more. His long silver hair was tied at the mane and headed for his feet. This country was fitting, as his outfit resembeled that of a Futuristic Samurai, colored pure white over a black body suit. Not a hint of skin was showing, as his face was covered with a pure white mask with crimson slits for eyes. He carried the sheath for that long sword on his back, which was colored a deep red.
And after a moment, The White Samurai turned to Shirou, and spoke in a deep voice, that didn't seem like it could be anything but human.
"I suggest you stay where you are. I can not guarentee your saftey. Lancer is a dangerous foe." The voice sounded somewhat filtered due the samurai's Mask, but before he could get a response, the samurai turned and walked out of the shed.
After a moment, Shirou ignored the servants warning, and looked out the shed, to watch the fight, not sure what he'd be seeing.
Compared the Spearmen, who had finally been identified as Lancer by the Samurai.
"You're... Saber aren't you?" The Irish Spearmen asked with a smirk, knowing full well the white ones class.
"The battlefield is not a place for chatter." Saber responded curtley, and instead rushed forward. Compared to Lancer, Saber was much slower. But that was only when it came to their footwork and weaponry. As the two exchanged blows, it became apparent Saber had the upper hand.
Despite the slower movements, he seemed to catch each and every once of Lancer's thrusts, and then counter the attacks using either his sword, or his feet.
"I was waiting for a fight like this! I wasn't supposed to use this yet but you're a strong opponent!" Lancer declared as he lowered, pointing the head of his spear towards the ground diagonally, as the feeling of Prana went up in it.
"Gae... BOLG!" Upon thrusting, the spear went at impossible angles, aiming for Saber's heart. Gae Bolg was a cursed spear that would always strike the heart... But that was something the white samurai would not allow. Barely, just barely, Saber managed to make his sword tap the spear in it's impossible thrust, and suddenly stop it, and force it back again.
"What the... The hell was that!?" The Spearmen yelled in confusion, as he jumped back. Lancer may not have heard it, but Shirou heard Saber mutter it lowely. So low it was barely audible.
"Ookami."
Before more could happen, Lancer scoweled and retreated, as Saber aligned his sword with the sheath, as it moved right through and fit back in comfortably.
It was then that he finally turned and walked to Shirou, tilting his head down at him.
"I... Am the Servant Saber."
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The moment Saber had noticed Archer's presence, a battle had erupted. It was not Saber who engaged, but rather Archer, due to being bewildered at the absence of Arturia.
"Hide. I will take care of this."
That was all Saber said to Shirou, even if the boy wanted to help. But before Shirou could try to make them stop, Saber had hit him over the back of the head to knock him out and safely place him back in the shed.
Archer found it strange as they fought though, blades flying as they clashed, two short blades of chinese make against one long of questionably japanese.
The Samurai fought like no hero Archer had ever heard of. He most countered, waiting for his opponent to move first. It was a dangerous tactic.
"Who are you?" Archer asked that, wary of his opponent, but before he got an answer things were over. Not due to a decisive blow, but because Rin had called Archer back.
"... Go. We shall finish our duel another day." Saber sheathed his sword on his back, sliding it once again through the side of it's respective holder.
He then returned to wake up the sleeping boy he had previously put out.
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"Saber... What do you want from the Grail?" Shirou asked, as they sat in the Dojo. Saber's gaze could not be followed, but his words had conviction when he spoke.
"I dream of cleansing the world of Evil."
"Like... A Hero?" The boy was obviously looking for something in those words now. What Saber decided to tell him was the truth.
"Yes. A Hero. I'll warn you though, being a Hero means you must be prepared to do what you must Shirou. In the process you may lose ones you care about, or be forced to face those who you hold dear."
As he spoke... Saber's head tilted, looking up in the sky, as if reliving a memory from his past, while Shirou though over what he said.
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Saber took down Gilgamesh's treasures one at a time, countering them into each other, bashing them away with long sweeps, kicking them aside, and even catching and throwing them at each other, making his way towards the King of Heroes.
"Mongrel! Stand Back!" The Archer from ancient times was furious that this mysterious Saber could wander so close to him, as he tried to get him up close with Ea, not bothering to charge it yet.
That would be Gilgamesh's final mistake.
"Kokūjin Ōgi: Akumetsu!"
Upon Gilgamesh making his strike, those words rang out, while Saber held his sword before himself with both hands spread out. And when there was impact, all time seemed to stop.
The world seemed to turn white, as Gilgamesh and Saber were the only Black. Gilgamesh could do nothing to stop this deadly counter, as Saber pulled back his blade... And slashed through the foolish King of Heroes torso, who had choosen his pride of a victory before the entire world was colored black, then faded back to normal.
"... Who are you...?" In his last moment, the golden Archer asked that question. And for once... Saber answered, but without looking back, as he marched towards the Corrupt Grail to help his Master.
"I am the white void. I am the cold steal. I am the just sword. With blade in hand shall I reap the sins of this world, and cleanse it in the fires of destruction. I am Hakumen. The end has come!"
As he announced his name, Saber clenched his fist, yelling his declaration loud enough for all those near to hear him.
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Class: Saber
Identity: Hakumen
Stats:
Alignment: Lawful Good
Noble Phantasms: A+
Strength: A
Mana: C
Endurance: A
Agility: B
Luck: D
Class Skills:
Magic Resistance: A
Presence Concealment: B
Personal Skills:
Battle Continuation: A
Bravery: A
Eye of the Mind (True): B
Power of Order: A
The Power of Order is a somewhat unclear ability. It comes from the ability to hold true to one's convictions no matter what. Ones with the power of order can also sense phenomenon intervention. As of now, it is known to give the bearer the ability to destroy phenomena and resist phenomena intervention
Kokūjin Ōgi: Akumetsu: -
Hakumen's Ultimate Technique. It isn't known when or where he came up with it, but it sees to act as a counter. Upon taking the proper stance, he will let the enemy strike him, as all time will seem to come to a halt except for him, in a world of black and white, where he shall erase his enemy and drown him in black.
Noble Phantasms:
Interfectum Malus: Ōkami
Rank: B
Type: Anti-Unit
A sword that has the shape of a nodachi. It is made of a metal that negates items known as Ars Magus in a certain distance, which also seems to work well enough on Noble Phantasms.
Hakumen is also able to use Okami to directly slash dimensions, allowing him to view other parallel timelines or dimensions. However, it is not known if this is an ability of Okami itself, or Hakumen channeling the Power of Order through it.
