Prologue
AN- Hello all! This is my attempt at a FSN X Bleach fanfic. I for one LOVE the fate franchise! I have always wanted to write a fic for the Nasuverse, but I wanted to wait until my poll was sufficiently filled out. The problem was that no one filled it in... not really. I just decided to write this, screw the poll! I HAVE MONE- I mean... I have plot bunnies.
Disclaimer: I own nothing at all... NOTHING! Stop looking at me like that all you stalker lawyers!
Angra Mainyu. The Holy Grail. Heavens Feel. The cup of Heaven. The Third True Magic. A miracle.
It was called all of these things, it was all of the above. It was a divine miracle granting artefact, it was the pinnacle of Einzbern Magecraft, it was the sum of all the worlds evils. Truly whatever it was, it was a twisted and bitter existence.
The Holy Grail started off with noble intentions, a ritual to grant a true miracle to those both worthy and unworthy of it. However, it became... distorted. Twisted. During the Third Holy Grail War, the Einzbern's tried to cheat, they tried to bypass the Servant system and summon a divine being instead of a Hero of a long gone era.
What they got was a being, but he was hardly divine. Upon death, the abnormal Servant made matters only worse. The already brutal conflict only grew bloodier when all the worlds evils corrupted the Grail.
Most would say that this was because Anti Hero's were able to be summoned after that point. The truth is that things became worse because the Grail itself fundamentally changed, it took on the burdens of Angra Mainyu and gained all of its hatred and all of its pain, it desired only to see death and destruction, pain and sadness, despair and anguish.
It truly became a darkened chalice, a monkeys paw, a stain which would deliberately twist and distort any wish made upon it to something much grimmer, simply out of spite.
Not only that, but it also gained a wish of its own.
To be born into the world, to be free of its duty. It didn't care how, it wished for its birth.
It was with this intent that the Fourth Holy Grail War started, and after much spilt blood the victor was decided and the Grail was ready to be birthed from its mud like form. The Grail almost felt joy, almost.
Emiya Kiritsugu rejected it though, he abandoned his equally twisted dream. After being destroyed by that damn holy blade, the corrupt Grail realised that it had never hated anyone or anything in all of its existence as much as the Magus Killer. It made the man pay though, it cursed him with but a small chunk of the despair and pain it constantly felt.
Thus after ten years, the Fifth War approached.
The Grail despaired. It knew that this would be its last chance to be born, it knew that the preparations made by the Mage Killer would prevent it from ever having the chance to entice another into wishing upon its darkened contents.
That was why it sped up the ritual, initiating it 50 years early.
Tingling. The Grail felt a tingling sensation. It could swear it was anticipation, but it was not.
Tingling.
Tingling.
Tingling.
The Grail knew what that tingling was. It was a summon. A summoning request for a Servant.
The Grail would have smirked if it had the capacity to. It seemed like the Einzbern's weren't content with just summoning the greatest of Greek heroes, they also wanted to summon him months before the conflict even began.
It seemed to smile. How it would love to punish them for daring to try and break the rules of the Heavens Feel ritual. The Holy Grail may have been corrupt, but there was enough of its original self to be annoyed at people trying to break the rules.
Tingling.
Tingling.
How those damn Einzbern's continued to demand a Servant.
The Grail had an idea. Yes... a sudden idea which would not just give the white haired Magi a giant metaphorical middle finger but also potential make the final Holy Grail war the most bloody and brutal conflict of them all.
The Divine wish granter longed for the death of all and what better a way to do such a thing than by using all the saved up energy from the failure to make a wish during all the previous Heaven's Feel to bring forth an extra several Servants.
And what better Servants to cause death and despair than Souls who are already at one with death, what better Servants than Shinigami?
Yes. Yes. That could work. They were already more dead than most Heroic Spirits, it would be much easier for the Masters to handle the extra Prana cost if the Grail sustained most of the more modest costs for maintaining their existences, leaving the foolish summoners with nearly no extra Prana loss than before the additional Servant was summoned.
Tingling.
Tingling.
Tingling.
The Einzbern's continued to demand Hercules' presence.
Arrogant Magi, so desperate for a Servant. They were even willing to endure the pain of keeping such a powerful Spirit in existence though their own power, with no backing from the Grail itself.
The Grail continued to muse, then realised that it would be amazingly painful to do such a thing, thus it would be even more ironic if the Magi were given two increasingly powerful Servant to maintain until the War starts.
Just thinking of all the pain it would take amused the Grail greatly.
Yes, it would be apt that the rule breakers would be forced to maintain the existences of two of the most powerful Heroes in all of space and time.
Tingling.
Tingling.
Enough musing. The plan was decided.
Seven denizens of Soul Society lore would be added to the Holy Grail War.
Yes, such death would be caused by their presence.
The Grail concentrated its efforts. Time to give the rule breakers their painfully powerful weapons, time for death incarnate to be welcomed into the world of the living.
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Illyasviel Von Einzbern knelt within the edge of her summoning circle, waiting for her Servant to appear before her. She finished her chant and waited for the mighty Hercules to appear. Seconds passed by with no appearance of the great demi-god, or any reaction at all save for a significant drain on her Prana. This both irritated and annoyed 'Ilya'. While she may have been 18, she still had the mind frame of a child and as such grew impatient quickly.
She was just about to try and repeat the last line to placate her watchful 'grandfather', when a great surging tug on her Prana levels informed her that her Servant was arriving.
A great glow originated from the circle, as magical energy surged from it. A mighty figure began to materialise amongst the glow.
From Ilya's perspective, the already tall giant of a man who was appearing was even taller and grander, only seeming to enforce her previous image that the Servant she summoned would be the strongest of them all, and the tool she used to get her revenge on Emiya Shirou.
After all, that's why she agreed to participate in the Heavens Feel ritual, despite knowing what would happen to her by the end, despite knowing that she would be but a sheep sent to be slaughter house. She joined in order to kill the one who stole her father from her. And when she killed him, then she would be content to die for the Einzbern families goal.
The glow faded as Hercules, summoned into the Berserker Class, stood tall and proud before his minuscule Master.
"Aaahhh!" cried Ilya in pain, as she clenched her fists to show her great anguish, almost falling to the ground due to the sudden magnitude of feelings inside her.
She knew prior to the summoning that it would be very painful to maintain a Heroic Spirit in its physical form without the Grails help. She knew the gut wrenching anguish she would have to maintain for two months in order to gain that little edge in the competition, which her elders ordered her to do.
But this?! This was something else entirely. She wanted to tear her own heart out just to numb the pain. Her Servant wasn't even moving!
Illyasviel panted again and again. "Ber-Berserker!" she ordered loudly. "Revert to spirit form!"
The being complied, thus the pain was reduced somewhat to the Homunculus.
She prepared to turn away from the circle, and speak to her 'grandfather' who seemed pleasantly satisfied for once, when something unexpected happened.
The magic circle, which by all rights should have been dim and dull, burst once more into light, sending the girl into another heart wrenching scream as another sudden drain bombarded her Magic Circuits.
"What?!" Even Jubstacheit was surprised by the way events were going. This wasn't what was supposed to happen.
Ilya could only look in terror as a second form began to appear, a figure shrouded in flames. The heat of the fire tickled Ilya's face without maliciousness, but with great forcefulness and power.
The fires spread across the entire circle, turning the inside of the Enizbern's castle into a mini bonfire, reminding Ilya greatly of a scene of a figure burning at the stake, only a man stood amongst the towering and controlled flames, not a witch.
The elderly man fully materialised, garbed in tattered black clothing of some sort. With a single swing of his arms, the flames died down to a mild blaze, revealing his entire form to the Einzberns.
"Im-impossible!" squeaked Ilya indignantly. "This can't be!"
But it was. Ilya was the Grail vessel after all. She could tell a thing or two about a Heroic Spirit when she sets her eyes on it, and this thing in front of her was most definitely a Servant.
"The- there can't be two Berserker's!" Pointed out Ilya. Only there was now two Berserker's in front of her, and based on the extra Command Seals now that had just burnt themselves onto her body, they was undoubtedly hers.
Further questions could wait though, the girl was incapable of asking them. The pain of maintaining a Servant without the support of the Grail, let alone two, kicked in with a vengeance.
Ilya would be unable to do anything but scream in pain for a very long time.
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Servant Rider truly cursed that damn witch with all his very being, he truly hated that dratted Caster whom he had been summoned with.
He currently blamed all of his problems on that certain witch. A certain Witch who just had to kill both of their Masters without telling him.
Rider didn't like the man who had summoned him. He was greedy, vile, arrogant, petty, impatient, basically all of the traits he himself carried. He may not have minded this in certain conditions, the two of them may even have been able to get along if circumstances dictated them to. He did NOT like it though, when his so called Master used all of these negative personality traits against him.
Rider was used to being in control, used to getting his way. He hated being on the weaker end of the agreement. He would have much rather been a Master in this interesting war,not a Servant.
It could not be helped though. His grievances with his previous Master was no issue now that he was dead.
Caster claimed that she could cancel the bond between Servant and Master, but was unable to do so without Prana, which her Master thoughtfully left her without. Rider assumed she instead made their master waste his Command Seals, then killed him to get freedom.
This was how Rider found himself stumbling through the rain, with an aputated hand holding a trio of Command Seals sealed inside a large, glass tube. The hand was kindly donated to Rider when he noticed that his Master had fallen, thus he took the limb for himself. It wasn't like a dead man would care if it lost a limb or two.
Undoubtedly, Rider was better off than Caster, that was for sure. She was most likely running low on Prana, she would be unable to last long.
Rider had nearly full reserves though, he would be able to last alone long enough to get a new Master. He was still annoyed that he had been pushed into this by the damn Witch, he would be glad that she would be the first casualty of the Fifth Holy Grail War, even if he would have preffered to be the one to kill her.
Knowing that she effectively killed herself sort of made up for this fact though. It brought a sadistic grin to Rider's uncommon face.
He was still annoyed for many other reasons. Rider was usually annoyed.
The Shinigami was strolling casually past a large Church, which was found atop a large hill he had walked up, when a man left the Church and walked up to him with clear intent.
He seemed to be a man of the cloth, or so his priestly uniform dictated. He also had an air about him, an aura which was quite unusual, a feeling which told Rider that this was no ordinary Father, that the man in front of him was someone who was neither pure or holy.
"Why hello there, Servant. It does seem that you are lacking a Master." Stated the man levelly, as rain poured down upon his forehead, soaking both his clothes and hair.
"Hmmm!" snorted Rider. "And what does a man of the cloth know of my circumstances?"
"Quite a lot." retorted the man who carried both a twisted smile and a twisted existence. "I am actually the Church representative for this war, I deal and manage with the registration of Masters, as well as offering them aid if they happen to drop out of the war."
"Then what business do you have with a Servant without a Master, not a Master without a Servant?" grinned Rider maliciously.
"For one thing, at the moment the two currently registered Masters have already declared their Servants, and both of them are most certainly not you. Thus, you must have been recently summoned, or your Master never brought you to my attention." said the man factually.
Rider did his trademark snort. The Father was wrong, but he wasn't far off the mark when he said that his Ex-Master had not brought him to the man's attention. The priest just probably didn't expect the fallen Master too have been one of those already registered. "This still does not explain what you want with me, priest."
The priest smiled serenely at this moment, then rolled up his sleeves to reveal faded red marks, arranged in straight and fluid lines, spanning across his entire arm. "Lets just say that I might be able to find you another Master."
Rider saw where this conversation was going... and he liked it. "Fuhuhuhu fuhuhuhu!" Laughed the Shinigami with vigour. "Why my dear priest, are you suggesting what I think your suggesting? Would the impartial judge of this very war, choose to break the rules and enter into the conflict himself?"
"As a man of God, I would not lie." stated the Priest sternly, but also with a hit of amusement in both eyes.
"Well then man of God, I think that I shall enjoy working with you."
"Likewise. I am called Kotomine Kirei."
"Hmmm! You may call me, Servant Rider." Rider held out his one hand (Which was not holding the amputated hand) to be shaken, which it was, by the other man.
And so the partnership between two of the potentially most manipulative men in the Fifth Holy Grail War was formed.
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Medea of Colchis, the Witch of Betrayal, Servant Caster for the duration of the Holy Grail War, was certainly pleased with the way events had turned out.
After tricking and killing her original master (As well as deciding to not tell Rider prior to it, in order to get under the fools skin) she truly worried that she would die before she had the chance to compete in the war for the Grail. This meant she was rather glad that she had met the former assassin, now turned school teacher, Souichirou Kuzuki.
Now not only was she hidden safely away inside Ryuudouji Temple, a location where few Servants could invade easily and where she could gather Mana from the townspeople easily using the Local Leylines, but she also had three Command Seals of her own, which she took from a foolish Master whom she encountered earlier.
'It was his own fault really for not summoning his own Servant sooner' was Medea's thoughts on the situation. A modern saying came to Caster's mind, which seemed suitably apt.
"One man's loss is another man's treasure", and in this case it was a rather literal truth. Medea had not only stolen the Mage Association man's Command Seals, but also his only chance to compete in the war for one of the greatest treasures on Earth.
This was what led to the Witch of Betrayal being on her own in a darkened room inside the temple, attempting to summon a Servant of her own, without her Master knowing about it.
The summoning initially seemed successful. A indigo hair coloured swordsman, dressed in a light purple kimono, answered Medea's call. He identified himself as Servant Assassin.
That was when something strange happened. Like the two previous Masters had also experienced, Caster saw that her summoning circle was drawing forth a second being into existence.
As the circle dulled once more, Caster studied the pale figure whom she had summoned.
"Hmmm!" snorted Caster. "You don't look like much." Medea had quickly gotten over the fact that she now miraculously had two Heroic Spirits under her and was now enjoying the huge advantage she held in the war. "Identify yourself, Servant."
The kneeling 'man' did not speak, only look up to his summoner. "I... am Servant Lancer." He rose to his feet in a swift manner becoming of his class, before staring his master deep in the eyes with his soulless gaze. Piercing emerald eyes met pale purple, neither party blinked, nor backed down.
"For now I acknowledge that you are my Master... however, I only have one true Master, and you are not him." Lancer turned on his feet to gaze at the other amused Servant, seemingly ignoring his Master. "It appears we shall be working together."
"Indeed." Responded Assassin. "It looks like we'll have to put up with each other for a while, huh?"
Caster did not care for this mild act of insubordination. She would have more than enough time to grind both individuals under her metaphorical boots, as it were, before the war starts.
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Bazette Fraga McRemitz was glad that she had summoned Servant Caster. Don't get her wrong, this was not to say that she was not glad to have summoned the Hound of Ireland into the Lancer Class.
She was very glad that the summoning catalyst provided by her family had managed to summon the battle loving hero, who had such a tragic ending to his grand life. That was her reason for entering the Holy Grail War. She wanted to summon the hero whom she had admired and sympathised with a child, the hero whom she though deserved a better ending, the hero whom she longed to save from his unchangeable fate, the hero who she had a small crush on ever since she had heard his tale.
Lancer certainly didn't disappoint. He was a bit different to how she had expected him to be, but he was still the one Bazette admired above all else. He was also as handsome as she had expected, although she would never admit that. If the Enforcers back at the Clock Tower ever heard about her blushing and giggling like a Japanese High School student, then her reputation would be ruined.
She liked Lancer a lot, but not enough to admit that she was attracted to him.
She also appreciated him as a Servant. They had only been working together for four days, but the purple haired woman noticed that he was particularly competent, as well as a breath of fresh air when compared to all the men and woman she normally worked with. He was blood thirsty, but knew when was the time to fight and to act, but also when it was better to wait and prepare.
So yes, she was glad that she had summoned Lancer.
She was more glad that she had summoned her second Servant though.
Caster was an enigma, a mystery, an unheard of Heroic Spirit. She had strong base parameters and excellent strategic knowledge, but seemed unwieldy as a Servant because of her mostly pacifist like nature. When you looked at Servant Caster, you did not expect her to be an expert fighter.
She had the air and grace of healer, at first glance she was nothing but a support unit, someone to help others win their fights. Bazette was fine with this. With both herself and Lancer to do the fighting, they would be fine.
The reason she was glad she summoned this Servant was because of the fourth day of the Holy Grail War, the day when Kotomine Kirei, a man she trusted greatly, betrayed her.
Bazette had never seen it coming. She had known him for many years, she thought she knew the Church Executioner... she was wrong. The man who's heart had stopped beating ten years previously, had tried to cut off her arm... and had succeeded.
It was only with Casters sudden revealing of her Kido attacks that she was able to fight off the man before he could spirit way her arm and her Servant, it was only with Casters huge grasping of what seemed to be medical magic that she had not bled out and had been able to continue acting as Lancers master for the war.
This was why she trusted Servant Caster without a doubt. This is why she was glad to have summoned her along with Lancer.
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Tohsaka Rin knew that she had suffered the great curse of the Tohsaka family the night she tried to summon a Servant.
After all, everything just seemed to go wrong.
Firstly, she had forgotten to change the time on all the clocks in her house, so ended up performing the summoning an hour out of her peek magical time.
Then, no Servant appeared in the summoning circle, having finished her chant, despite having the Command Seals which showed her position as a Master in the Heavens Feel ritual.
Much to her annoyance, she received an extra prana drain, having gained only a second pair of Command Seals on her upper arm, without a second Servant to accompany it.
After that, she had to rush into her destroyed living room, only to see two Servant brawling it out.
A knight in red armour who wielded a pair of Chinese blades, and a dark haired woman who lashed out with nothing but her fists and feet.
"Master!" Roared both Servants in unison. "Get behind me!" Each of them demanded. "No! Get behind me! Get away from the enemy!" They continued.
After a few more quick and blurred movements, the woman had slipped past the red knights guard and attempted to attack him with a swiftly drawn blade, only to nearly have her head chopped clean off by the white haired man's swift counter attack, having left the gap in his defence on purpose.
The woman ducked low, then kicked upwards, knocking the weapon from his hand. The man showed no signs of caring, an identical black sword appeared to replace the lost one. He dashed forwards, seeking to strike the woman as she leapt backwards when-
"THAT'S ENOUGH! STOP!" Commanded Rin, activating the Command Seals from her hand and her upper arm. She had only expected one of them to stop fighting, but since both stopped their conflict, this meant that the suspicions she had since the second set of seals appeared during the summoning were correct. Somehow, she was the Master to two Servants... who both seemed like they wanted to kill one another.
The Tohsaka heir sighed, deciding that she needed to sort things out with the two in front of her before they took out their anger on their Master since they could not fight one another... or before they could damage her property further.
"Enough!" repeated Rin. "Geez! Why the hell are you attacking each other?" Asked the genius, who expected the answer which came out of the woman's mouth.
"Hmmm!" She huffed. "I assume you are my Master, since you successfully used a Command Seal on me just now. As you can see, I just tried to finish off an enemy Servant before he could potentially kill you, Master."
"That's preposterous!" Said the red knight, still holding his two weapons in his hands to show that he still held great hostility to the other Servant. "I am no traitor. I would not betray my Master before we even spoke to one another."
"Do not trust a word that man says!" Demanded the woman dressed in the sleeveless haori. "He must be an Enemy Servant, he claims to be Archer... he can't be Archer! I am Servant Archer!"
"You are the imposter, not me." remarked the knight. "The way you carry yourself, the look in your eye. You are an Assassin. You do not have the presence of an Archer."
"True, I have been summoned as Servant Archer simply because of technicalities concerning my legend."
"So you are not an Archer?" Smirked the twin sword practitioner.
"Like an Archer who wields swords is more believable." Huffed the angry woman in response to the bitter cleaner.
"Enough!" snapped Rin... again. She had only known her Servants for less than two minutes, and was already hating the pair of them. Maybe she should just let one of them kill the other? It would save her a lot of time and energy.
No. Having two Servants, even if they were both Archer and not Saber, was too good an advantage just to give up because they both annoyed one another.
"As you can clearly see, my Command Seals affected both of you. This means that you are both my Servants! And as my Servants, I expect no fighting between the two of you!"
"But there can not be two of the same Servants!" complained the female Archer. (Whom Rin had dubbed Fake Archer due to her own insistence that she was not a True Archer)
"I know!" Hissed Rin, who began pacing across the floor of her destroyed living room. "Perhaps... no, that's not likely... not possible. Hmmmm-"
"Master." Said Archer.
"Quiet, you idiot!" Huffed the flat chested Magus, who hated to be interrupted when thinking. "Well perhaps... maybe... in the past, the Einzbern's have tampered with the rules of the Grail War to try and get an advantage. They could have done something which made it so all Masters summoned an additional Servant, only with an extra Prana cost."
"That is possible." Concluded Archer sadly.
"I don't like it." Was Fake Archers response.
"Well tough, you'll have to get used to working together."
Fake Archer narrowed her eyes, showing he clear disdain for the man whom her Master stated she must work with. "Better than that idiot of a Lieutenant I used to have." She thought, although deep down she had mild affection for him, despite his cowardly nature.
"Very well then... I do not like it, but I shall accept it since you have ordered it, Master."
"I guess I can put up with her." Agreed Archer, who secretly decided to kill this other Archer as soon as possible. He may be amnesic, but even so. He knew that this other Servant was not supposed to be in this war.
"Time to get to work." Smirked the devil known as Tohsaka Rin.
"Why, are we going out to fight the other Servants tonight?" Inquired Archer.
"No, I am tired, fed up and annoyed. You're going to have to clean up this room together... or else."
"What! Why?" protested Archer. "We're divine Spirits of long departed heroes. We are Servants only in name!"
"Hmmm! You still destroyed my Living room though, so you shall have to repair it."
"I agree with that Archer." said Fake Archer coldly. "I am here to kill people, not to tidy up."
"Oh well." sighed Tohsaka in fake theatrics. "I guess I shall just have to use a Command Seal to force you to do it."
Fake Archer scowled. "According to the knowledge the Grail has given me on this war, using a Command Seal for such a trivial thing is a foolish mistake."
The prodigious Magus humphed. "You'll just have to tidy up then, won't you?" She said, refusing to take no for an answer due to her tone of voice. Rin gave a final evil grin as she walked back upstairs to her bedroom. "Have fun together... Archers."
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Matou Zouken was fundamentally a twisted man. The things he had done during the course of his unnaturally long life would sicken anyone that knew of them, and his reasons for doing them, more so.
Evil is another word to describe the resilient worm known as Matou Zouken. Manipulative could also be used.
After all, Zouken was always manipulating, always scheming, always plotting and planning. Added to the infinite patience he eventually came to possess due to his unnaturally extended life, this made him a puppet master of the highest order.
Always pulling the strings, never his own hands bloodied. That was the way he liked things, that was the reason why he was so feared and hated. Crossing the worm familiar user would inevitably backfire miserably on whoever tried to do it.
That was also how he intended to go through the Fifth Holy Grail War. Never directly involved, never the black player or the white player. Zouken planned to play as both sides on the chess board of life, he would have assured victory in the war.
The war, the war. That was the reason for it all. That was how and why Makiri Zolgen became such a twisted individual. Yes... the War was the reason. Not just any war, the First War.
Zouken did not remember much of that time, he just knew that it was because of that War that he set himself on the path of true immortality.
But why? He did not remember why. The deterioration of his body through the constant switching of hosts had given Zouken extra life, but taken many a thing, including much of his memory.
The reason why he wanted to live forever was gone, only the passion to gain it remained. Only this passion drove him.
So now Zouken found one of his best chances to gain the Grail, the Fifth Holy Grail War.
He would be the puppet master once again, his poor marionette Sakura his tool to be used and discarded.
This was why his broken doll knelt before him, in front of the summoning circle drawn and activated on the floor of the currently empty work room, so that Sakura would be able to summon a Servant for the upcoming war.
With a wide grin, Zouken was pleased to know that the catalyst for the Gorgon Medusa had worked. Servant Rider stood before the two of them, in the grim grotto which served as the Matou families Workshop.
Zouken already had his plans. His intention was to make Shinji the unofficial Master using the Book of False Attendant. He could also turn Sakura into a premature form of Angra Mainyu if he wished to, but such a thing could compromise her becoming his Black Grail, if he fails to obtain the regular Grail.
He was about to order Sakura out of his workshop when something caught his eye. The summoning circle had been kick-started.
"Ummm. Grandfather, is this supposed to happen?" asked Sakura mutely. Rider too seemed intrigued by what was occuring.
"No." Croaked out Zouken. "Although this does seem... interesting."
Zouken looked on in curiosity as his familiars inside Sakura's body told him off the additional drain on her Prana occurring. He actually grinned when he realised what was happening, albeit a bit maliciously.
It was obvious, Sakura was somehow summoning a second Servant.
This theory was only backed up further as a second set of Command Seals appeared on his adopted daughters other hand.
Zouken was one of the key creators of the Heavens Feel ritual, he knew quite a bit about the Servants due to how he created the Seals used to make the Servants commit suicide. He knew that it was theoretically possible to do such a thing. It all depends on the summoners Prana levels though.
The worm knew that Sakura had enough Prana to maintain two Servants, but doing such a thing could affect the worms feeding off the Prana in her body.
He chose to wait and see what happened as the second Heroic Spirit materialised, kneeling before Sakura, while glaring around at his surroundings with a deep and heavy scowl.
'Yes,' thought Zouken. 'I think I shall have to change my plans for the war... yes, they shall change quite a bit.'
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The Holy Grail War, a chance to have one wish granted, no matter how impossible or improbable. Such a event naturally draws many participants, all with different wishes and goals, all with unique perceptions of the world and different reasons to fight, all with different tactics and plans.
The Holy Grail War was naturally a bloody conflict, though with 21 vying for a wish instead of 14, the bloodshed would only be greater by the end.
Six Masters were now ready to fight, ready to kill, ready to die.
One was not though. One Master had yet to realise the precarious situation his life would be placed in soon. One Shirou Emiya was not yet aware of his destiny to compete in one of the greatest death games to ever exist in history.
That would change that day though.
That would change the day he stayed behind at school to clean the archery dojo while everyone else went home.
That would change when he saw a fight between two impossibly strong beings.
AN- WOW! JUST WOW! When I first decided to write this chapter on a whim, I did not think it would tun out like this. Admittedly I feel that the Kotomine and Tohsaka scene was a bit rubbish... but hey, who cares? That was pretty much just a place holder for each summon. They will both get their chance to shine later on. (When I can write their POV better, of course)
I really liked the Zouken scene though. Damn, his character has HEAPS of potential as a villain and as a character.
Still, I was now aware of how much badassery would come of this chapter. You may not notice it but some pretty damn good stuff has been set up from this chapter. Wow... some of the shit I have thought up for the later bits awes even myself.
The route this will travel down... well, not telling. I plan to do a Heavens Feel X Unlimited Blade Works theme, but this may limit me in the long term. I have only just started reading the Heavens Feel route on the VN, so I will take a week or two to progress plot wise and stuff, to improve quality.
Servant identities, there are only so many characters in Bleach who are capable of being summoned as a Servant, so you can probably guess them easily enough. As such, you should see why and how this story will become epic at some points.
Just as a reminder of the groups of Servants:
Team Kotomine- Rider, Gilgamesh and himslelf.
Team Sakura- Medusa, ? and Sakura.
Team Bazette- Mr Gae Bolg himself, Caster and Bazette.
Team Tohsaka- EMIYA, Fake Archer and Rin.
Team Medea- Medea, Assassin and Lancer.
I will start to bring out Servant profiles next chapter.
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