Just to be clear, in this story, Assassin was summoned about a couple days before Caster is summoned, so there's a lot of time before Saber or Archer get summoned as well.

EDIT: Noticed one small part that was missing. Also, chapter 3 will be out within the month.


Feng turned to Assassin, observing his servant as they walked to the small house that Feng lived in.

"Is something the matter, Master?" Assassin asked.

The magus shook his head. "I was just wondering. You seem like you would be a better fit for the Saber class than the Assassin class. Yet here you are, labelled as Assassin. Why is that?"

Assassin shrugged. "I suppose it is because Sasaki Kojirou never actually existed."

Feng blinked. "Pardon?"

"I mean, the deeds that were performed existed, the person Sasaki Kojirou most likely existed as well. But the story that was woven regarding Sasaki is not a true one. It is a compilation of multiple swordsmen. I was simply chosen to represent Sasaki because of that."

"That's… interesting."

"Indeed. So, what do you wish to do for the rest of the night, Master?" Assassin asked.

Feng shrugged. "For now, we will return to the place where I live. As things currently stand, my energy is completely spent from both summoning and teleporting. Fighting now would be unwise. I've set up a bounded field that should keep people from surprising us. We'll discuss strategies tomorrow night and then the day after we'll begin scouting out the entire city so that we can figure out which areas will benefit us the best."

"Why wait so long for discussion?" Assassin asked.

"Mainly because I'm still going to school. I'll come back once I'm finished for the day, which I suppose will be around the afternoon to late night. I usually don't stay that long."

"Ah, so you are in a facility for education?"

Feng sighed. "Unfortunately. According to my parents, I have to abide by the education system so I don't stand out to others, which I personally find ironic as I'm one of the top students right now in my class. Right now, our opponents' lack of knowledge is by far our greatest advantage in this war. That, along with the fact that, because we know which Servants have been summoned, are the two weapons that we have right now. Then there's also the fact that we know which Servants have been summoned. Lancer, Berserker, and Rider. But let's leave the rest of the discussion for tomorrow night."

"Understood, Master." Assassin nodded. "If you do not mind me asking, what is your wish in this war?"

Feng paused where he stood. "There is someone who I wish to bring back. That is all I will say on the matter for now. I would ask that you do not press the question any more, Assassin."

Assassin bowed. "As you wish, Master."


Feng yawned as he headed to school. He was now feeling the physical effects of his summoning. While his mana had completely replenished, it hadn't stopped him from being exhausted from all the summoning. That along with the fact that he was almost late for school didn't help.

He barely managed to make it in time to class, sighing in relief as he sat down. Only to hear of an annoyingly familiar voice.

"Oh, did Mr. Perfect Foreign Student almost miss class today? After being early almost every single day?" Tohsaka Rin teased as Feng practically slumped into his chair.

Feng kept himself from answering, knowing that his academic rival would only take advantage of his reactions if he let her.

"Hmph. You're no fun." Rin said.

And I'd rather keep it that way, thank you very much. Feng thought to himself.

Feng disliked school. Correction: He disliked Tohsaka Rin. Mainly because the girl took as many opportunities as she could to tease him. When he had first enrolled in school in Japan, it had driven him nuts. After a while though, he got used to it.

"Yun! Pay attention!"

Feng blinked, suddenly realizing that the teacher was calling him out. "Sorry?"

Everyone in the class snickered a bit.

The teacher however, being completely unamused, tried to make him answer for his crime of dozing off. "Please answer the example question on the board."

Feng quickly glanced over at it, seeing a differentiation question on the board. It only took him a second to get the answer to the question. "-32/3. There's a really quick and easy formula to solve problems of that format. It doesn't take that long."

With that, he lost focus, becoming completely unaware of the teacher's slowly reddening face. Memory Partition and Thought Acceleration made doing the calculations too easy.


Yun Feng was a curiosity to most people. After all, the official foreign student population at Homurahara Academy was only Feng at the moment. At the same time, not many people cared too much about that fact, seeing as he was Chinese, an ethnicity not too far removed from Japanese. Most people treated him like a regular smart person.

Most.

Obviously, Tohsaka Rin was an exception to this rule, as she enjoyed getting a rise out of him. Recently, it had turned into a miniature battle between them: Would Feng hold out until Rin gave up, or would the Tohsaka heiress get a reaction out of him? It always came down to that question regarding the two. Mainly because the two of them were always at each other's throats.

Fortunately for everyone around them, the two of them had called a ceasefire in recent days. Mainly due to the fact that both of them were busy with things after school and didn't want to get distracted. It had mostly come down to small jibes. Nothing like the war they had going on before.

However, there was one advantage over Feng that Rin had. She knew he was a magus.

It had been purely by chance that she found out. Mainly because she sensed the slightest bit of mana emanating off of him. She had no idea how proficient of a magus he was, though. A small bit of mana didn't really tell her anything.

She hadn't really bothered confronting him about it when she first found out a year ago, but now that the Holy Grail War was nearing, she had to wonder if he might possibly be one of the seven Masters. If so, it might be an imperative to eliminate the potential threat.

But until then, she would stay her hand. It would not do for her to kill someone simply because they were a potential threat. After all, she didn't even know if he was going to be in the war.


When Feng got home, he saw Assassin holding a small picture frame in his hand, observing the photo that it held.

"Assassin, please put that back. If you want to look at it, you can do so while it remains in its proper place."

The Servant responded quickly. "My apologies, Master. It's just… who is this girl in the picture?"

Feng barely glanced over as he went to the kitchen to prepare himself a meal. "My sister Mei. She's been dead for five years now. Are you hungry?"

Assassin looked startled at the question. "Pardon?"

"I asked if you were hungry, Assassin. Really, it's not like that's a difficult question."

"Master, we Servants do not need to eat. All we need is a constant supply of mana to maintain ourselves in this world."

"That doesn't mean that you don't have a desire to consume food." Feng pointed out. "And besides, once the Holy Grail War is over, you will disappear, will you not? Why not enjoy eating some food while you can?"

Assassin relented. "Many thanks, Master. If you do not mind, I wish to assist you in preparing your meal as well."

Feng nodded. "I appreciate the help, Assassin."


Once they had prepared the food and eaten, they got straight to discussion.

"Alright. The important thing that I need to know now are your capabilities as a Servant. I can read your parameters just fine, so the question from here is the other skills you may have." Feng said.

"What do you wish to start with, Master?" Assassin asked.

"Just one thing, actually. Your Noble Phantasm."

Assassin shook his head. "I'm sorry, Master. I don't actually have one. I do have techniques that I can utilize, though."

Feng blinked for a second before slapping his head in frustration. "This war might be tougher than I first expected. Right then. Is your technique able to compete with a Noble Phantasm?"

"That should be a given. I would not have been summoned, otherwise." Assassin asserted.

Feng closed his eyes. "I see. In that case, we should go on to my abilities. I'm a support-style magus specializing in shielding, healing, buffing, and teleportation. I have some offensive wind and fire-based spells, but those are limited."

"Teleportation?" Assassin asked.

Feng nodded. "Yes. Teleportation. It's a family specialty. I can do it at will, but it requires more mana than if I create Bounded Fields and teleport to them. The one I've set up around this home is an example. I've already set up quite a few of them around the city, but those are for convenience of travel. What we will be doing over the next few days is setting up more Bounded Fields in locations that will give you a combat advantage. I'll also increase your parameters and maybe enhance your sword as well. It'll be more draining on me during combat, but it may very well be worth it if it increases our chances at victory."

Assassin nodded. "My thanks, Master."

"Just one last thing before we wrap up for the night." Feng said. "How do you prefer to fight?"

"I would rather stick to bushido, if you will, Master." Assassin said, referring to the code of honor that samurai followed.

"Which is rather impractical. While I appreciate the idea of honor, it does no good if your opponent is a dishonorable one. Which is why I will not stick to it."

"You would take away a core part of myself, Master?" Assassin asked distastefully.

Feng shook his head. "Not entirely. Against an honorable opponent, you are free to maintain your honor in battle. However, against a dishonorable opponent, we must be willing to adapt. Is that acceptable, Assassin?"

Assassin seemed to consider it for a moment before relenting. "That is acceptable, Master."

"Good. Tomorrow morning, we will begin setting up the fields around the city for you."

"There is one last thing we should go over, Master."

"Hm?" Feng asked.

"Do you wish to be referred to by any other name? I imagine calling you 'Master' all the time might be somewhat uncomfortable."

Feng shrugged. "Feel free to use my first name. I'm not particularly picky about that sort of thing."

"Very well, Feng."


"Feng, may I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead."

Assassin pondered for a second before going ahead. "How is it that you seem to switch between two different emotional states in an instant? One moment, you're absolutely coldhearted, the next moment, you show a range of consideration for me. Why is that?"

Feng finished setting up the Bounded Field before answering. "The most I'm willing to say is that I had a rather harsh childhood. Please try and refrain from asking questions of a more personal nature in the future, Assassin. Now, where is the next location that you believe is ideal?"

"Ah, I think that spot over there might be good for larger opponents."


They made this their weekly plan. On every single weekend, Feng and Assassin would go out and set up more Bounded Fields. Strangely enough, they had yet to encounter any other Servants or Masters, though Kirei had contacted them about how Caster's Master wanted to have his Servant killed so he could summon another one.

Feng shook his head after receiving the request. "Who does Caster's Master think we are, hitmen?"

"That certainly does appear to be his stance." Assassin agreed. "What do you plan to do?"

"Ignore the request. Caster's Master is simply a spoiled brat who can't learn to work with what he has. Any Master would sense should know that it's important to keep his or her Servant's opinions in mind. Maybe with the exception of the Berserker class, though that mainly has to do with its inability to make intelligent plans."

As Feng set up another Bounded Field, his senses started warning him of a nearby magus. "Assassin."

"Understood, Feng."

They followed the mana back to its origins, with Feng surprised to see a girl with white hair and red eyes in the middle of an alley.

"I thought I sensed a magus around here." The girl said. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Am I right in assuming that the Bounded Fields around the city belong to you?"

Feng blinked in surprise. "You can sense them? I thought I did a pretty good job concealing the sigils."

"Naturally." The girl smirked. "I am quite the accomplished mage, despite how I look."

"I have little reason to doubt that. Am I right in assuming that you are a Master participating in the Holy Grail War?" Feng asked.

The girl nodded. "That is correct. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Illyasviel Von Einzbern, Master of Berserker. And you?"

Feng gave a short bow. "Yun Feng. Master of Assassin. I hope you're not here to start a fight. I'm not sure I want to go up against that Servant of yours that you're hiding."

"Oh? How could you tell?" Illyasviel asked.

"The normal parameter readings for Servants is coming from your body, which leads me to believe that you're storing Berserker inside your body in some shape or form. Clever, if you ask me."

Illyasviel smirked. "Interesting. I was considering knocking you out of the competition before the war started, though I suppose it might be against the rules. Did you have something in mind, then?"

"Why not an alliance?" Feng asked. "Granted, we barely know each other, but I'm sure we can get along decently well. And I'm sure you'll find my skillset extremely useful."

"And why would I need your help?" Illyasviel asked.

Feng shrugged. "Probably because I know the city very well. Not to mention the fact that, even if our Servants were to fight at this instant, I could probably injure yours severely. It's not for nothing that I am known as one of the greatest support magi in the East."

"Bold words, but can you back them up?"

It was Feng's turn to smirk, as he snapped his fingers. "With ease."

In an instant, the two of them were teleported to a remote location. Illyasviel looked around in wonder.

"Like it? This is my specialty, Spatial Transportation. As you can imagine, its practical applications are extremely varied." Feng snapped his fingers and the two of them were back where they were before. "So what do you say? Do we have an alliance?"

Illyasviel simply laughed. "You must have burned through quite a bit of mana just now. But I think you've made your point. At your suggestion, we'll join forces."

Feng resisted the urge to sigh in relief.

"However," Feng's ears perked up. "This alliance will last only until the two of us are left. I expect your Assassin to face my Berserker in combat then."

All things considered, things could have gone worse for Feng.


And second chapter done. Man, my brain fried itself trying to think of ideas for this chapter.

Oh well, what's important is that it's out now.