chapter one: king of nothing
the smoke started to dissipate.
the two standing there were...
surprised to say the least.
the man in black with a stern expression was kiristugu emiya, the famed magus killer.
the woman was the complete opposite wearing a gold trimmed white dress, this was irisviel von einzbern both his wife and homonculus.
standing before the two was the servant of the blade saber.
though rather than king Arthur, as expected from using avalon the scabbard of the famed Excalibur they instead got him.
a young man wearing modern clothing under dark green armour consisting of grieves, gauntlets a breastplate and a pauldron on his left shoulder while his right was home to a long shoulder cape.
blue eyes met the pair as he spoke the words.
"Sup, let's kill some people".
/1/
it was the morning after as irisviel sat at a nearby table drinking tea while saber looked out the window, lacking his armour.
outside kiritsugu was playing with a small girl who had a striking resemblance to irisviel.
this was the daughter of the homonculus and mercenary, illyasviel.
"at first glance, it's kinda hard to believe that he's got a family".
"maybe, but get to know him and you'll know he's a kind, caring person".
looking on, saber couldn't help but feel envious of the man.
/1/
the two began to depart the plane.
saber still in his casual clothing and irisviel in an all white outfit comprised of thigh high boots and a furred coat and hat.
"so saber, how was your first time on a plane?" she asked the servant, it was almost like being around a joyful child constantly.
not that he didn't like it of course, there was a sort of infectious joyfulness about her.
"well, it's certainly safer than what I'm used to"
the two continued on, followed by some homonculi, to act as both guards and maids.
with their passports sorted they borded a limousine waiting for them.
"your first time in Japan?".
"it's all so amazing!, I've never really had the chance to see the outside world. is this your first time too, saber?" it was like watching a wide eyes child brought somewhere new for the first time.
it was almost kinda cute in a way.
"sort of".
the limousine drove on, the two looking out at the passing buildings of fuyuki.
/1/
it was now night, the moon hung high and bright in the sky.
irisviel was laughing as she splashed about at the beaches edge, the waves flowed in and out.
"this is so much fun saber!, you should try this!" she giggled.
"maybe later".
then the nearby docks were shooting a large red light into the sky and...
was that DragonForce?...
"saber..."
"I MUST HAVE IT!!"
/1/
the two rushed to the docks looking for whatever made the light show.
saber was disappointed.
what they found was, strangely, a young man with black hair. wearing a fur collared jacket, silver grieves over his legs and silver gauntlets over his arms with a single pauldron over his right arm.
"so, you arrive" he said ominously.
saber's armour materialised over him, along with two long curved swords ending in flat tops instead of sharp tips.
"and you must be lancer".
"HOW DID YOU KNOW!?" he suddenly roared.
"...uh..." saber was left confused by the reaction while lancer brought out a red lance and with intense speeds began to spin it around himself with flare and finesse.
"WHO TOLD YOU!?" he roared again continuing his high speed spins.
"screw it" fed up saber throws his swords at lancer, he deflects both and prepares to fight.
lancer charges, aiming to skewer the enemy servant on his spear.
however, saber produced another pair and locked them over lancers spear.
"making swords out of thin air, and with such distinct designs. your either a blacksmith or got something really stupid".
"hell i could be a caster or archer, maybe even rider" he retorted.
"nah, your definitely saber. who else would be summoned by the einzbern".
saber smirked "really, i thought we could keep this going until one of us started to use words that didn't make sense".
the two launched eachother back, skidding until they were back to where they started.
'be careful saber, that spear could be a noble phantasm' irisviel told him through the mental connection between master and servant.
'so any guesses?, a anti-magic spear?, a spear of instant death?, multiple spears of instant death? maybe a spear that's actually a dragon?'.
'not until he activates it, and a spear dragon?'.
'just a guess'
the two conversed as saber and lancer clashed.
"tell me, servant of the blade..." lancer started, around him crimson spears appeared and stabbed into the ground.
he grabbed three in each hand.
"do you have enough swords?"
the servant of the spear unleashed a crimson rain...
on both saber and irisviel.
"tch".
he jumped back.
he extended his arm upwards as archane letters spiralled into the air.
an outline of a star formed, a eye in the middle, surrounded by archane scripts all held within a shield outline.
a sign of protection.
a shield of rejection.
a barrier against the other.
the elder sign.
the rain of crimson spears struck, some left stuck against the shield, the rest falling around them.
lancer looked on as his attack failed, what saber deployed wasn't his noble phantasm that was obvious, but it wasn't magecraft nor magic.
normal magic anyway.
an attack that made defence null, forcing the target to move or die.
this.
this was the complete rejection of that.
not just that.
rejection of the laws of the world.
rejection of the world itself.
then warping it.
molding it into a new form.
a desired form where resides the desired outcome.
manipulation of the world at the conceptual level.
'sorcery?' lancer never truly encountered such a thing, not in person.
the rain of red stopped.
the barrier faded.
"you asked if i had enough swords, lancer..." information swirled around him.
changing into a three-dimensional form and actualising.
saber was surrounded by swords made of information.
small swords.
great swords.
bastard swords.
swords that weren't swords.
"do you have enough spears?"
they flew.
spears met swords.
blue met red.
'damn!, what the hell is this!?. his noble phantasm?, master!'.
indeed.
if this continues lancer will surly die.
the waves of swords and shapes that resembled swords would over come the crimson rain and hail.
then the hevens shook.
swords and spears stopped.
saber and lancer looked up.
giant space pirate ship.
"seriously?" saber said as a anchor landed on him crushing his skull.