Berserker, who had been formerly known as Uzumaki Naruto in a past life, was confused. He was surprised that someone had been able to summon him at all considering he wasn't the most well known hero, and if the amount of prana (which he automatically knew was the new term for chakra) that he felt seeping into him from the little girl outside the circle was anything to go by, she probably was expecting someone else. Well, he supposed it didn't matter to him.
However, this little slip of a girl wasn't the cause of his confusion. Thanks to the Grail he now had a plethora of knowledge about the modern world stuffed into his head and this little girl was obviously a magus. No, his confusion was something much simpler. He knew that he had been summoned under the class of Berserker, but he couldn't figure out why his mind was so clear. If what he understood from the Grail was right he should be nothing more than a mindless beast, a terrifyingly strong mindless beast, but a mindless beast nonetheless.
Finally he felt the ritual complete and he began to comprehend his own lucidity. He then made eye contact with the little girl who had apparently summoned him. Sky blue met a bloody crimson and he took a moment to evaluate his new Master.
She had flowing white hair that framed her face that stopped around her lower back. Her skin was much fairer than he had been expecting, almost like snow. She was also wearing a simple white skirt with sensible purple boots and a purple jacket. Her ensemble was topped off by a lighter purple ribbon tied at her collar.
Berserker was feeling a bit antsy now that the silence had stretched for over a minute and decided to take the initiative.
"You who have summoned me, I ask of you, are you my master?"
The girl simply stared at him for a moment as if trying to comprehend what he had just asked. A plethora of emotions played across her face in this time period: bewilderment, anger, sorrow, fear, loneliness, and then a grudging sort of acceptance.
However, as quick as the emotion came, it was gone in a flash, locked behind the steel cage of an iron will. A cool indifference seemed to replace them as she finally answered him.
"I suppose I am."
Her voice was light and sounded as though it had a hint of ice to it, fitting considering the color of her hair.
"Although it annoys me to do this, I must ask. Are you Heracles? You don't look anything like what I expected if you are and did you fall under the Berserker class?"
This inquiry gave Berserker a small pause, before amusement began filtering into his thought process. Thanks to the Grail he had some knowledge of the workings of Heroic Spirits and he had to say that the little lady certainly set her standards fairly high. After all she had set out to summon one of the greatest Greek Heroes and under the Berserker class no less? No wonder she was feeling such bewilderment, if their positions had been reversed he would have felt the same.
It seemed as though his contemplation was beginning to get on her nerves if the frown that was beginning to adorn her face was anything to go by, but he could not help the amusement that crept into his voice as he answered her question.
"Sorry to disappoint Master, but I'm not the greatest Hero from Greek Myth."
Her eyes instantly held a bit of disappointment at that statement, but Berserker wasn't done quite yet.
"I did, however, fall under the Berserker Class in this particular Grail War."
The girl's sharp eyes now took in everything about him, as if trying to decide whether or not he was lying to her.
"You're surprising lucid for someone who is summoned under your classification."
Berserker couldn't help smirking a bit at her remark. After all, the one with Madness Enhancement was his Noble Phantasm, someone who had been with him since his birth and was intrinsically tied to his soul. His lucid state was more because he was not using his Noble Phantasm and he didn't really want to if his suspicions were correct. His master would have to use a command seal to get him to use that. He supposed victory would be assured with the usage of his Phantasm, but most, if not all, of Fuyuki would be wiped off the map as well. However, his Master seemed like a fairly sensible person, so he supposed he would answer truthfully.
"The reason for this is actually most likely because of my Noble Phantasm. Rest assured, with Madness Enhancement it is befitting of the Berserker Class, but I refuse to use it in such a densely populated area."
Ilya glanced down at her command seals for a moment, but Berserker decided to nip that in the bud right away.
"Don't try to use those and force me to, if I use it anywhere near you, you won't survive the aftermath, even with the ridiculous amount of od you've got flowing through you."
His Master studied him for a moment before apparently coming to a decision.
"My name is Illyasviel von Einzbern. You may call me Ilya when we are in private and address me as Master everywhere else. Since you aren't Heracles, what do I call you?"
Berserker's grin took on an almost fox-like quality as he mock bowed to the little princess.
"My true name doesn't matter at the moment, suffice to say you may call me Berserker for the time being, Ilya-hime."
Berserker felt a sense of satisfaction as he observed a light dusting of red cross his new Master's face at his nickname for her. She crossed her arms in a huff and looked away, trying in vain to cover her embarrassment. Once she had her blush under control she turned to him once more.
"Very well then, Berserker, since you appear to be much more lucid than I had anticipated, I want you to take this time to go out and familiarize yourself with the city, are there any problems with that?"
Berserker merely shook his head in the negative at his Master's query.
"Good. Since you are like this, it will make the Servants second guess what type of class you are, probably never even knowing that you are the Berserker Class unless you explicitly state it and even then they might not believe you."
Berserker smirked at this, they would be in for a surprise, and just because he didn't want to access his Noble Phantasm didn't mean he wasn't dangerous in his own right. He decided that he liked the order that the little princess had given him and gave another mock bow.
"Your wish is my command Ilya-hime. I'll be back after I scout the city and see how many Servants are currently active."
Ilya couldn't stop the blush that formed on her face once more and was about to rebuke her Servant on that ridiculous nickname, but he astralized before she could. She then lost track of him since she wasn't actively looking through his senses in a heartbeat as he crossed the grounds and left into the city. For the first time a small smile played across her lips. Perhaps she had summoned a decent Servant after all.
Berserker stood atop the tallest tower in the city, haori and headband blowing in the breeze. He had abandoned his scroll in one of the many rooms of the Einzbern castle as it would have stood out too much. However after walking through the streets trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, he realized that he just stood out too much. Even if he wasn't wearing something that was drastically different from what was the norm in Japan, his features stood out far too much. Apparent blonde hair, blue eyes, and whisker marks were not very common in modern day Japan.
He breathed in the fresh air as he became entirely still. It had been awhile and since he was in a city it took him slightly longer than he would have felt comfortable with, but eventually he felt prana flowing into him enabling him to slip into Sage Mode.
It was in this state that the city truly came to life for him. He could feel every living thing in the city and it was almost enough to overwhelm his senses. Although Konoha had been one of the larger villages in his own time, it was still quite small compared to even the fairly small city of Fuyuki. There were hundreds of thousands of people here and it was hard to feel all of them at once as well as all of the wildlife and pets and plants. However, he was also able to sense a few prana signatures that were outrageous compared to the many others he was feeling. He zeroed in on those to try and pinpoint whether or not there was anything happening.
It seemed that he was in luck. He could feel at least two signatures rising to ridiculous levels and he quickly deduced that there were two Servants battling. It seemed that they were in the direction of a school, how intriguing. However, there was something even more worrying than the Servants' little spat at a school. He was able to detect at least seven Servant signatures in total. As far as he knew he was the sixth Servant to be summoned, so who was this curious contender that felt quite powerful? And why did they feel so tainted? Almost like that bit of area where he had felt nothing growing. He supposed that was a question for another day. For the time being he thought he would go drop a hello to the fighting Servants and find out just what their fighting style would be.
Lancer was getting thoroughly annoyed at the bastard he was fighting. They had been matching each other blow for blow, even though he had broken the bastard's blades, five times! It was ridiculous. No matter what he did he couldn't seem to gain the upper hand against this bozo. It seemed he might need to utilize his Noble Phantasm soon, but he really didn't want to. Once again he engaged that red clad white haired bastard and then he suddenly threw one of his blades at him, materializing another one immediately after. Lancer was barely able to dodge and then block the Servant's follow up attack before the two sprang away from each other once more for a slight breather.
"I have to say, you both have some pretty interesting moves."
Lancer's attention was immediately grabbed by the newcomer who had just spoken. He had light blonde hair kept out of his blue eyes by a headband and was dressed in a garish orange, black, and red outfit. He also seemed to be wearing some type of strange sandals. There was also the fact that he was sitting on top of the fence utterly relaxed, one hand placed on his crossed leg, the other placed under his chin to support his head.
The man clad in red also seemed to be wary of this man. He didn't seem to give any presence, so perhaps he was Assassin? But that would be ridiculous, the man had announced his presence for everyone in the vicinity to hear, and even the red clad man's little Master seemed shocked by this turn of events if her slightly open mouth was anything to go by.
The man's eyes then closed to near slits as he gave a very fox-like smile.
"Oh don't stop on my account! It's been awhile since I've seen a good fight and you guys were-"
Whatever the man was going to say he was cut off when a midnight black sword spun in his direction, courtesy of the red clad bastard. However, the blade was knocked away almost lazily with what appeared to be some sort of knife that had seemed to have materialized from nowhere.
"Maa, maa. None of that now! I decided to simply be a spectator tonight, and what did you idiots expect with throwing around that much prana? To simply be ignored? I don't think so."
The little Master seemed to be growing more and more irritated at how casually the newcomer was talking, as if he were simply out for a stroll and not staring down two enemy Servants. Lancer had to admire his guts if nothing else. It took pretty big balls to stare down two enemy Servants and be utterly nonchalant about it. Then the guy glanced over at Lancer. He took in Lancer's appearance and particularly his lance. It seemed as though he was calculating something.
"Hmm, well it's obvious that the dude in blue is Lancer, but what about you, guy in red?"
The previously named bastard stiffened under the blonde's measuring look and his Master seemed to stand a little straighter as well. He didn't know why, but this bastard had a dangerous air about him, an almost unpredictable nature that would make it very difficult to fight him, so naturally Lancer jumped at the chance.
"Hey, if you're gonna try to figure out this bastard I would tell you not waste your time. The dude makes no sense. He uses blades, but claims he isn't a Saber, so I got nothing on him."
The blonde man flicked his gaze in Lancer's direction, but then a grim smile crept over his face.
"I'm surprised you haven't figured it out, especially since he threw something at you so accurately, if I had to guess I'd say he was an Archer."
Lancer blinked. The red guy blinked. His Master blinked. Then Lancer smacked his forehead.
"Son of a bitch! He's right isn't he? How the hell didn't I figure that out?"
That bastard had thrown something so accurately on an impulse. If he hadn't dodged he would have had an artery nicked. The only people who could really pull something like that off were an Archer or an Assassin.
Archer merely smiled with contempt at Lancer, neither confirming nor denying the new guy's accusation. Lancer was kind of annoyed, what kind of Archer used swords anyway and fought in close combat? Sighing Lancer lazily spun his signature weapon in a circle. Perhaps he would have to finish this quicker than he thought and then kill that blonde haired bastard as well, he really didn't like blonde hair at the moment.
However, before anything else could occur, there was a crash. Lancer blinked as he looked over to near where the gym was and saw a student with bright red hair standing in the moonlight observing all of them. Well, shit. Looked like Lancer now had to kill some innocent kid. Unfortunately, as soon as he made a movement to chase down the kid, the blonde haired guy was in his face and throwing a kick.
Lancer barely had time to be surprised as he blocked the kick with the shaft of his lance and felt like he had blocked a semi. His arms shook as he was sent flying backwards, skidding to a halt. Even though he was unharmed, he really was annoyed that the little shit had decided to butt in.
"What's the big idea? The runt saw something he shouldn't have and now he's gotta die, that's just the rules my Master set for me."
The blonde merely smiled in response as two of those knives shot out of his sleeves. He then took a battle stance and Lancer realized that Archer and his Master had somehow slipped away in the commotion that the blonde haired guy had caused.
"Sorry, but I'd rather not kill some kid just because he happened to wander into a battle between Servants. If you want to kill him you'll have to get past me."
Lancer couldn't help the slightly bloodthirsty grin that came unbidden to his face as he heard that declaration. Get past the runt who intended to fight against his lance with two little knives? He could do that.
"You're on!"
Berserker was beginning to regret his decision in confronting Lancer head on. It was rather annoying to fight a lance with nothing but kunai, but it was something that he would have to deal with. It wasn't the thrusts or the point that he had to worry about, it was the freaking shaft. If the blade missed, the damn thing could still take out one of his ribs if he wasn't careful. The two of them had been exchanging blows for around thirty seconds and neither was giving any ground. Perhaps it was time to up the ante.
Berserker caught the lance on his kunai and redirected it while throwing his other at Lancer's head. Naturally Lancer moved his head away, but Berserker was ready for this. He slid his kunai up and got inside Lancer's guard. Another kunai popped out from his sleeve into his awaiting hand and he slashed at Lancer's artery.
Lancer saw the move coming from a mile away and instead of struggling, merely went with the flow and spun out of the way so that he was positioned behind Berserker. He then surprised Berserker by throwing a reverse punch. Thankfully he wasn't too surprised and sprang forward into a roll to avoid the punch. As he came out of it he whirled around to once more face Lancer.
The two were still breathing normally, despite the physical and mental effort that last exchange had taken for the both of them. Berserker couldn't help but smirk at Lancer's own expression. It was Lancer that broke the silence first.
"Not bad. Not bad at all. You know your way around a lance, I wasn't expecting you to get so close. Most people try to get out of my reach."
Berserker snorted at that.
"That'd be useless. If I can get in your guard I can nullify your reach so that you don't have enough room to swing your lance with your full strength. I gotta say though, I wasn't expecting you to be competent in hand to hand too."
Lancer scoffed at that.
"Please, we're Heroic Spirits, even if it isn't common only Caster can't really fight physically like that, and I wouldn't underestimate them just in case."
Berserker inclined his head at that.
"I suppose that's true, in any case, I've drawn first blood."
Lancer seemed confused at this declaration and was about to voice this objection, when a sliver of blood dribbled down his cheek. Lancer seemed slightly shocked by it as a cut materialized on his cheek. He tentatively raised a hand to touch the wound. He then had a vicious smile break across his face and the bloodlust on the school grounds increased.
"I need to hand it to you, that was a clean cut. I never even felt your blade slice my skin, how terrifyingly sharp. I think you deserve this particular attack I'm going to do, and then I can get back to that brat that tried to run away."
Berserker seemed curious as to what Lancer was planning, and his eyes widened as Lancer took a strange stance and the bloodlust increased tenfold. It almost felt… demonic.
There was no doubt about it, this was the feeling he had every time he came face to face with his own inner demon, although it was much more scaled back, even if it would have been suffocating to normal people. Whatever Lancer was about to do, it was not going to be pleasant.
After only a few seconds Lancer planted his feet firmly and shouted to the heavens.
"Gáe-"
Berserker's eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen. He desperately threw a kunai at Lancer, hoping to disrupt his concentration. However, he wasn't quick enough.
"-Bolg!"
With that Lancer stabbed away from Berserker. However, he had obviously used his Noble Phantasm and with that surety, Gáe Bolg reversed the nature of causality. Berserker's heart had already been pierced by the time Gáe Bolg's name had been said. So it wasn't a surprise to Lancer when Berserker was pierced and blood bubbled out from his mouth in a cough. What was a surprise, was that he puffed into white smoke almost immediately afterwards. What the hell was that?
Berserker sat up as he gained the experience from the clone he had sent to witness the battle between two Servants. Apparently an idiot student had stumbled on them and the Lancer of the war had immediately decided to kill the boy. He couldn't help but be annoyed, he was too far to make any difference at the moment. He had sent the clone to observe and perhaps engage in a fight with the two Servants to pick apart their fighting style, but he hadn't been expecting Lancer to use his Noble Phantasm so soon. That was going to be annoying to fight for real. He supposed he would have to make sure that Lancer couldn't use it.
He sighed as he began walking back toward his Master's base. However before he had even gotten halfway there he had to do a double take. There on the other side of the road stood that student from before. He looked a little worse for wear, but he was definitely alive, which was strange since Berserker was fairly certain that he had seen a hole in his shirt right around the boy's heart area.
Berserker couldn't help but sigh as he saw the boy carelessly meandering up the road, probably to his house. Why did he have to have such a bleeding heart? This war was meant to be ruthless, but he had always tried to protect the innocent from war. He supposed it was simply in his nature to care, even when he really did not want to. With his mind made up he decided to follow the boy. Perhaps his paranoia would be wrong and Lancer didn't know he was still alive?
He really shouldn't have tried to jinx himself. Of course Lancer realized that his prey had escaped and had spent the last five minutes playing with the poor boy. However, Berserker didn't want to interfere unless it was absolutely necessary. His clone had died quite painfully from that cursed spear and he wasn't going to take any chances. Besides as long as Lancer merely played with the boy he was still safe. However it seemed that it was finally time for his intervention. Even he couldn't mistake that bloodlust that was permeating the old style Japanese mansion that the student was living in. Even the street was filled with it. Sighing, Berserker hopped over the fence and flung a kunai at the man.
Lancer seemed surprised that someone had interfered, even if he was able to deflect the kunai. Once more Berserker and Lancer faced off, although Berserker could sense his fellow Servant's annoyance.
"Didn't I already kill you? What's with all these people coming back to life tonight?"
Berserker merely smiled indulgently for the Heroic Spirit.
"Sorry, but I'm a lot harder to kill than what you fought before. I guess I'll have to start out strong this time to make sure you aren't able to use that damn move again."
Lancer sneered as he suddenly exploded into action. Berserker's eyes narrowed as he was barely able to block the first strike. He was also thrown back into the wall causing it to crack.
"That was a lot faster and stronger than before. Were you holding back last time?"
Lancer lazily twirled his weapon before he set himself in a battle stance.
"My Master is a bit of a coward, he mostly just has me scouting out the competition right now and had ordered me to not fight as well as I could in my initial encounters with opponents. However-"
Berserker grimaced as he realized what Lancer was implying.
"This is the second time you've fought me so you are able to fight at full strength this time around. How troublesome."
Sighing, Berserker shifted into his own battle stance and felt himself warily watching Lancer. The man was fast, now it was just a matter as to how fast. For a moment neither fighter moved and then they both exploded into action.
The fight became a flurry of slashes, thrusts, and hand to hand as the two Servants battled for keeps this time around. For one momentarily forgotten Emiya Shirou, it was almost too much. He observed Lancer fighting the mysterious blonde stranger who he vaguely recognized from earlier on in the night. Had he really thought he could have held that monster in blue off? The man was too fast for Shirou's eyes to truly follow and he knew his own mediocre magus skills would not be enough to even stall the man for a second. He came to the depressing conclusion that this Lancer person had just been toying with him. He yearned to be able to do something about his weakness, to try and help the blonde man, because deep down Emiya Shirou had always wanted to be a Hero of Justice.
Berserker had no time to ponder about the boy as he was busy trying to keep up with Lancer's lightning quick movements. The man wasn't lying, he had been holding back during their first encounter. However, Berserker had a few tricks up his sleeve now that he was fighting in person instead of via a clone.
"You weren't kidding, you were holding back quite a bit. Unfortunately for you, so was I."
With that said, Berserker dispelled the clone that had been quietly gathering natural energy in the woods near the Einzbern estate. He welcomed the change to Sage Mode as he felt everything become much clearer. It was exhilarating and he intended to end this fight quickly now that he was no longer hindered by his normal state.
Lancer seemed surprised when Berserker appeared in a burst of speed in his guard once more, but Berserker didn't let up as he slammed a fist into the blue clad Servant's stomach, taking great satisfaction in the whoosh of air involuntarily let out because of it.
It was Lancer's turn to go flying backwards, crashing through one of the shoji doors that led into the house. Berserker knew that the battle wasn't over, even with a direct punch in Sage Mode the bastard had survived and he stumbled out of the house, only looking a little worse for wear. Heroic Spirits really were kind of terrifying. He had destroyed one of Pain's bodies with a punch in Sage Mode, yet Lancer was able to get up and looked ready to continue battle even after his disastrous showing this time around.
Berserker frowned, if Lancer was this tough, perhaps it was time to bring out some of his more destructive moves, lest he end up dead because of carelessness. Sighing he raised his right hand and curled his fingers. It almost appeared as though he was holding an invisible ball or a balloon. However that soon changed as a glowing blue ball of energy began to coalesce in the center of his palm before it grew to be around the size of a softball.
It was time to end this particular spat. Berserker charged forward at a speed that even Lancer could barely keep up with, he raised his spear and a cry of "Gáe!" left his lips before he readjusted and slammed his spear into Berserker's shoulder. Unfortunately it was the shoulder that wasn't holding the glowing blue sphere and Berserker smashed the attack into Lancer's abdomen. Once more Lancer was sent flying into the house and Shirou couldn't help but wince at the wanton destruction caused within his own home.
Berserker on the other hand was swearing a storm in his head. True the spear had missed anything vital, but the damn thing hurt like a bitch, even in Sage Mode. Sighing, he straightened out of the attack form that he had had to use to deliver a successful Rasengan. He was sure that Lancer was totally unprepared for that attack, it had been a long time since anyone had used jutsu instead of magic, and the destructive nature was somewhat lost because of it.
Just as he was turning around to inspect the boy, he felt a demonic presence erupt from behind him, filling the house with bloodlust and despair. Damn it. The bastard had lived through a direct Rasengan and still had enough left in him to fight. What was with this guy?
Lancer limped out of the rubble with a manic grin plastered on his face. He was bleeding pretty severely from his stomach, and Berserker had to wonder just how the hell the man was standing. He was also panting and leaning heavily on his spear. Then his wound began to heal right before Berserker's eyes.
"Too bad for you, but my Master is keeping an eye on me. It helps if I get wounded like this, and the fact that I have high Battle Continuation means that you two aren't getting away tonight."
Berserker narrowed his eyes at this declaration, but before he could do anything, an ethereal glow came from the shed that the two had been battling by. Berserker was confused for a moment, but Lancer clearly had some idea of what had just occurred as he was now expanding Berserker's list of curse words to include Gaelic, it sounded like it would be a fun language to curse in.
Out of the shed stepped someone who Berserker could only describe as royalty. She had bright blonde hair done up in a sensible bun that framed a face that held piercing aqua eyes. Her attire consisted of a blue dress trimmed with white and armor over it. She had on some sort of metal gauntlets and boots and was apparently holding some form of weapon, even if it was invisible to the naked eye.
Berserker was now quite wary of this person. She had stepped into the field of battle and clearly considered both himself and Lancer enemies if her cold stare was anything to go by. Finally it clicked as to what that boy had been able to do. Apparently he had a wish of his own, because he had just summoned a Servant for the Heaven's Feel. Apparently fate just loved to mock him. He stuck his neck out for some random person who he didn't want involved in this war and the kid goes and gets himself involved anyway. What the hell was the point of fighting Lancer if the little bastard was going to summon someone in any case?
The newly summoned Servant pierced all of them with a regal gaze and finally spoke.
"It seems my Master has made a few enemies already, how dangerous. I suppose I will just have to take the two of you on at the same time to protect him, even if it might be a little difficult."
Berserker had had enough, he let Sage Mode dissipate and let out a sigh, drawing the attention of the other two.
"Truth be told, I really don't want to get into it with you two right now. I was only here trying to keep the kid from dying, now that he's got his own Servant to do that, I don't think I'm really needed any longer."
The new Servant seemed surprised at his declaration, but Lancer seemed downright murderous.
"Oh no you don't you son of a bitch! We were just getting to the good part, I haven't been hit like that in forever, and you don't even have that much of a wound on you even though you took Gáe Bolg to the shoulder!"
It was true, Berserker's wound hadn't been a problem, mostly because he had been in Sage Mode when Lancer had injured him, or at least appeared to have injured him.
Berserker's own piercing blue gaze met Lancer's confused one and he simply shrugged.
"I wanted to protect the brat over in the shed from you and keep him as an innocent bystander. Unfortunately he went and summoned a Servant of his own."
He then turned his attention to the new Servant, who was gazing at him mistrustfully. She seemed to grip whatever weapon she was hiding a bit firmer as the two of them held each other's gaze.
Finally Berserker decided to speak.
"You have this one pass."
Evidently whatever the Servant was expecting him to say, this was not it as she looked somewhat confused at his words. So Berserker decided to elaborate.
"You have one pass, I know this is a war, but truth be told I find this war kinda annoying. I have a wish of course, but I think I'm actually looking more forward to testing my mettle against other Heroic Spirits than anything else. I was actually just trying to scout tonight, but things just kind of escalated after that idiot got involved."
Shirou actually managed to look slightly offended at that, but kept his mouth shut.
"So I'm giving you this one free pass, I'm not gonna attack you right now."
The Servant's hands loosened their grip on her weapon in response to his admittance, but it was more out of the open faced shock that Berserker could read on his fellow Servant's face.
Lancer on the other hand looked very much like he wanted to impale Berserker on his spear.
"Now wait just a god damn minute! We were fighting first, it was just getting good, I don't even care about the boy any more. I just want to finish our battle!"
Berserker merely shrugged at Lancer's admission.
"Sorry, but I'm done, I'll fight you more some other time, I guess you could settle for this little lady here though."
The still unnamed Servant looked indignant, as though the very thought of being second best, even in a battle that she had just interrupted was an insult. It seemed as though Lancer also didn't want to be fighting the newcomer when his previous battle was still half finished.
"Well too bad, I'm gonna fight you anyway, whether you like it or not!"
With that said Lancer sprung forward attempting to skewer the blonde. He was surprised when he did and the blonde exploded into white smoke once more. Lancer was really getting annoyed by that technique.
Berserker was whistling a jaunty tune as he traveled through the darkened forest outside the Einzbern's estate. He had not expected to run into three Servants in his scouting, but it was certainly interesting to see how they all handled themselves in battle, even if the last Servant he met didn't actually fight him. He had to say, he used the kawarimi with his clone pretty well. It let him slip away and get a little more information, such as the female Servant's reaction to being told that she had a free pass. He chuckled to himself as he remembered the indignation that was rampant on the Servant's face when Lancer said he would prefer to fight him still. It really was an interesting day after all. It seemed that these Heroic Spirits were a lot stronger than he had been expecting. Berserker smiled. He couldn't wait to see what other Heroes had gathered for this war; hopefully he would be able to keep innocent deaths down. He had his work cut out for him.
Hello my good readers. I must say this little crossover has been on my mind for quite a while. It was actually kind of agonizing because I had actually written every servant class out and tried to figure out which one Naruto could fall under. In the end I chose the Berserker class. However it is mostly because of the Kyuubi that this choice came about. Before Naruto learned of Kurama's name every time he used the chakra he was a berserker so I thought I could spin that.
Then I had to decide on whether or not I wanted to do the Fourth War or the Fifth, and ultimately settled on the Fifth, mostly because I wanted to summon one other person from Naruto as the Assassin class. I wish you luck in guessing which one it is, if you PM with a guess I'll tell you if you are wrong or right. There was a prologue chapter mostly to showcase the summoning ritual because I have always enjoyed that aria and it deserves its own chapter even if it is only a few hundred words as opposed to a few thousand. That's pretty much the reason I added the two chapters at the same time as opposed to waiting a bit and feeling out whether or not I should continue.
For those of you that were drawn to this story because of The Death God Ashikabi, I welcome you to my first Nasuverse fic. Once more I am doing a crossover with more of a grasp on one fandom rather than another, but I'll endeavor to work on Nasuverse stuff. For those of you first reading something of my works, I welcome you! I hope you will continue to enjoy this story as I continue to update it.
Now on to some concerns I can already see popping up. Ilya is absent throughout most of this because Naruto is merely scouting the area as far as she knows, next chapter will have her reaction to Naruto's actions. Lancer's Battle Continuation is stupid high, so he could take a direct Rasengan and a Sage Mode punch, even Naruto was surprised that he got up. The fact that he was healed was more a plot driving point, but I could see Kotomine doing so.
This will be quite the enjoyable fic and I hope it will become as popular as my BLEACH/Sekirei crossover. As of right now there are no pairings, but that may change in the future. Also this will probably not be as light hearted as Death God Ashikabi. After all Nasuverse is much darker than either BLEACH or Sekirei. There will also probably be more cursing as I feel Nasuverse just requires it. It'll still be fun to write though.
Now then, I think I've gotten all of my randomness out of the way for this chapter so time to state some things. If you guys know a beta, or are a beta, PM me! I really need one for this fic. As of right now there is none, so there might be some typos and grammatical errors. If you have any questions or concerns PM me! If you're feeling generous leave a review! Now then on to the disclaimer, because if you are new that's just how I roll, disclaimer at the bottom.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Fate/Stay Night. They belong to Kishimoto Masashi and Type-Moon respectively. Please support the official release!
