Clock tower, London.

It is strange how the dim, empty room seems to twist all sense of distance. It appears unbelievably wide, and yet makes one feel uncomfortably pressed. The candles placed in its center faintly lit the faces of the men in the room, their features unclear and indistinct. The air within the vague boundaries of this room was filled with an inexpressible anguish.

"So... only one has returned."

Three gathered here. One is an old man, short but straight-backed, the creases on the skin of his face gleaming like he were a statue carved of wood - Rocco Belfaban, the head of the Department of Summoning who is said to have held this position for over fifty years, though no one is certain.

Another nodded at Belfaban's hoarse murmur.

"I witnessed the battle for myself, as well... it was a fearsome sight. That thing should not be allowed to exist."

It was a younger man, handsome and with red hair. With a single glance at his strong, high-minded gaze and refined features, you can perceive that he is a member of the elite. There was a strong sense of duty in his words.

His name is Bram Nuada-De Sophia-Ri, the successor of the head of the Department of Evocation, and one of the first-class instructors employed by the Clock Tower.

The old man nod in agreement and shifts his gaze to the last person in the room who continue to maintain his silence. It is a man with loose long hair, furrowing his brows in seeming displeasure.

"What do you think, Lord El-Melloi?"

Lighting the cigar in his hand with the candle's flame, the man called El-Melloi shook his head slowly from side to side.

"El-Melloi the Second. As much as I appreciate questionable respect coming from an elder such as yourself, keep the 'II'. That name is unbearably grating without it."

"My mistake. How do you perceive the situation, El-Melloi II?"

"Well... it's clear that we must alter our approach. After all, we just lost forty-nine magi. One of them survived, but he won't be of much use any more."

Their operation had been planned in detail, organizing fifty magi. When it began, it was proceeding perfectly in every respect. However, everything was ruined by a single familiar.

As a result, forty-nine magi perished, and only the last one managed to retaliate.

"Thanks to his efforts, the chance has come for us to counter-attack. If we can assemble seven Masters, victory may yet be ours."

"But who can go? Any half-wit magus wandering in would only suffer the same fate. The area of Trifas is under their control."

After a brief silence, El-Melloi II gives the clear and simple truth.

"We need to bring in the professionals from the outside. This Holy Grail War is on an utterly different scale from the ones we have experienced so far. The Clock Tower must still provide at least one or two magi, of course."

The other two signal their agreement. They must choose the seven Masters now. However, there are pressing issues at hand. It would be a great undertaking to choose from the great families of the Clock Tower. It would likely require over three months before the selection can be confirmed due to a variety of reasons, not least the succession and safekeeping of family thaumaturgical crests. It will be far more effective to contract the more readily available freelancers.

"Then we shall begin gathering the ones whom we feel best for the situation. Let the Holy Church send the last Master. We must obtain their involvement in this war by any means necessary to let all know of our legitimacy."

"In that case, I will make the selection regarding the holy relics. Time is not on our side, but it should be possible to gather catalysts which will give us strength on par with the enemy's."

Hearing Bram's words, Belfaban struck the stone floor with his rod as he announced.

"This is completely unlike all the imitations of the Holy Grail War rituals of our time. In scale alone, it is beyond the Grail War which took place thrice in Fuyuki. We must brace ourselves for what will come. Let them fully regret sullying the name of the Clock Tower."

Without another glance at one another, the three men each left the room in separate ways.


"Surely we needn't take such actions seriously, right?"

"Bram, this is the Holy grail war." Lord El-Melloi II said as he exhaled smoke. "As dubious as it seems, this is a threat that we can't afford to take lightly. The one I took part in may have ended in a failure, but it is not something you should take lightly."

"So I have heard." Bram muttered. "But to think that one of these servants was enough to take out an entire squad of the fifty best magi..."

"Absurd, I know." Waver sighed. "Servants, whether new or old, are more than a match for any magi of the present age. No one could possibly reach that kind of level without a miracle to back them up or certain conditions are met. My servant was able to summon his entire army as his ability, but even then it was a close call."

Bram's eyes widened at this. "Surely you are kidding?"

"Do I look like I am?" Waver grumbled as he stubbed out his cigarette. "Make no mistake, this is something that needs immediate attention. Leaving a wish granting artifact with the likes of the Yggdmillenia is asking for trouble."

"Then I shall begin looking for Magi who are willing to partake in such a mission." Bram said with a tired sigh. "But do you think anyone will even step forward? This 'war' is something that's above anything we've ever seen before."

"I'll go." Waver said immediately, ignoring the surprised look from his subordinate.

"But Lord El-Melloi..."

"Lord El-Melloi II!" Waver corrected with a sharp glare, making the man freeze. "I don't care who you choose for the job, but I must be one of them. I know we said that we should be choosing freelancer agents or whatever, but I am the most experienced in the subject of this war. It would only make sense for the clocktower to send me."

"But Lord El-Mello II, Your job!"

"I can take a few days off. It's not like I even do anything, anyway." Waver muttered, hating how everyone was always concerned about others jobs instead of worrying about their own. Besides, the directors aren't going to care about me leaving. They all trust me enough to let me make decisions for myself."

Bram rubbed a hand through his hair and sighed. "Alright, but don't blame me if you get in trouble. As for the matter of the summoning, do you have any catalysts we can use? The relics of long ago have become increasingly harder to find."

"I have some that we can use. It should be enough to put us on par with the Ygddmillenia." Waver said as he lighted another cigar. During his time in one of the grail wars, he made it a point to take the relics from his defeated foes. Perhaps his servant's personality prodded him to do so, but he thought that it would be pretty cool to take such an important relic for himself and keep them.

Besides, it wouldn't be good for them to leave a nice relic like that. He had figured that another grail war would pop out later so he also considered it as an act of preparation. He didn't think he would need some of them so soon.

"Er, is it possible that you yourself have a wish, Lord?" Bram asked with a curious expression.

"Nothing of the sort that can't be achieved with the use of the grail." Waver said with a shrug. In truth, he had nothing big he really wanted the omnipotent grail to give him. However, there was one more thing he wanted to do in his life before he kicked the bucket.

His thoughts drifted to the tattered remains of a king's cloak that he kept in his closet as a reminder and token of a dear friend.

His lips twitched into a small smile as he began to head towards his room. "I have some preparations to make. I expect you to choose some suitable candidates for the war. Preferably willing ones."

Bram groaned in despair as he watched his superior disappear around the corner. "Damn it... Why must I have the burden of doing such a tiring task?" The magus muttered as he headed back to his own quarters. There were many families that were willing to make a name for themselves in the clocktower. He could hire a few mercenaries and let the rest be ones from important families. It would allow the clock tower to not look weak for relying too much on mercenaries.

He sighed. The paperwork was going to be a total mess.


She opened her eyes. The means by which she was summoned were so very unusual... There is no precedent for a summoning where the summoned is so weakly linked to the present world. Is it because this Great Holy Grail War is just so irregular?

The girl had somehow managed to take form in the world. There are no problems with her specifications, either... but this body is unmistakably that of a French girl's. What's more, she possessed the majority of her memories. Yet rather than having two personalities in one body - a so-called split personality - it would be more accurate to say both personalities have merged into one. Perhaps due to her own acuteness and deep conviction of faith,she has recognized and completely accepted 'La Pucelle' within her.

"...Please lend me your body for a while, Laeticia."

The girl said to the owner of the body.

Having decided on her first task, the girl greeted 'her' friend - moving to the other bed and shaking her. After some groaning, she woke up and rubbed her eyes, looking half-awake.

"Mmn... w-what...?"

She was so clearly drowsy that the girl felt bad for waking her, but she spoke clearly.

"I will be leaving here for some time."

Perhaps not understanding the seriousness of the girl's words, she fell back onto the bed while waving her hand in farewell - then flung away her sheets a few seconds later and shouted.

"What did you just say?!"

"I'm sorry for leaving so suddenly, but time is of the essence."

"What? What essence? What is this, all of a sudden - you just said 'Good night' and 'See you tomorrow'! What are you saying?!"

The girl looked at her bewildered - and loud - friend with earnest and told her three things:

'I'm going on a long trip.'

'I absolutely must go.'

'Don't worry.'

Her friend listened to those words with a blank expression, her mouth hanging open, but finally nodded in understanding.

"All right... There's no helping it if you absolutely must..."

"That's right. I will explain this to the teachers."

"Well, okay... Good night, then."

"Good night."

The girl did not use thaumaturgy to cast a suggestion on her friend. But as Servant Ruler, she has the ability to make others believe in her words.

She told her teachers and friends that she must go on a journey and made them understand that it was absolutely necessary. She was probably being more forceful than she should but there was no way around it - so she sighed and pushed away such idle concerns.

Luckily, the owner of this body lived in a student dormitory far removed from her parents. It was unlikely that they would notice even if she were gone for a month.

Packing a change of clothes, her passport and some textbooks into her bag, she left the dormitory. The owner of this body... Laeticia is still a student.She, on the other hand, came from the farmlands and never had the chance to learn to read and write - how strange it was to have been able to automatically acquire knowledge of modern languages, thanks to the Holy Grail.

"...Yet this is still all too strange."

She should have been summoned like any other Servant - actualized in the city where the battle would take place without needing to borrow the physical body of anyone else.

Nevertheless, she has been summoned this time via possession of another's flesh and what's more, she was summoned in her homeland - a France still with lingering vestiges of its past.

Besides, Ruler should have been the eighth Servant to be summoned - this time, she was the fifteenth Servant. Among all the Holy Grail Wars of the past, the scale of this one is most likely the largest. Perhaps there was some accident during the last large-scale Holy Grail War...

She would have originally been worried about using another girl's body to oversee such a dangerous war, but the grail had already told her that if she were to die, Laeticia's body would be resurrected away from the battle in a safe condition.

Also, the grail has also informed her that she would be summoning her own servant to help her mediate the grail war. With the amount of servants on the loose, covering up the war would be hard enough.

In any case - having already been summoned - the girl is determined to surmount all difficulties to carry out her mission.

On her name of Jeanne d'Arc, The Holy Virgin of France, she will not fail.


"So this is Japanese culture..." Jeanne muttered to herself in amazement as she walked through the streets of Naruto, which was a city in Tokushima Prefecture, Japan. A very famous city in Japan that was named after the person who was called, The First Hero of Japan.

Japan had a massive culture and deep roots that were just as old as Greece, Rome, or Egypt. In fact, with Japan's release of anime shows and books called Manga, it's spread lots of positive influence across the world as a form of entertainment for kids and adults.

Although the grail provided her on information that she herself was still clueless about.

Like hentai.

What in the world was hentai?

She didn't know why her first train of thought to summon a servant would be here, but she guessed that it was just intuition. Japan had a bunch of heroes that were quite famous around the world. Any one of them that was summoned would definitely be a top tier servant.

She gained quite a bit of looks from locals as she walked past. They didn't look like they were saying anything bad about her, but it was more on the lines of being quite different from them. She definitely didn't look Japanese, after all.

Wandering around for a bit, she soon came upon a traditional shrine in the outskirts of the city where not many people went. There was a small lake behind the shrine and an alter with a multitude of offerings that ranged from small jewels to pictures of families.

There were small tablets right next to the alter with writings in different languages. Despite knowing how to read other languages with the help of the grail, she still sought out for one in her native tongue. Finding one, she quickly began reading through it.

Shrine of the Maelstrom.

A historical sight where it was believed that the hero, Naruto Uzumaki, was said to return to every year. Locals believe that leaving a small offering at the alter was said to please the Maelstrom and bring them good luck as a reward for their respect.

"Maelstrom..." Jeanne muttered, not believing her luck. She had never heard stories about the man when she was alive, but this man's legend had already spread throughout the entire world, being the basis for most ninja movies, anime, and anything ninja related. It wouldn't surprise her if this man was the most famous hero in the entire world.

The fact that this place was vacant at the moment was a great place for her to try and summon her own servant!

She rubbed her hands. "Alright... Time to get to work."


"Hm... Magecraft is certainly quite interesting." Jeanne muttered to herself as she studied the newly drawn magic circle with interest.

Since she wasn't a magus, she couldn't really tell if the magic circle was doing its job or not. The grail gave her a step-by-step process on how to summon her own servant, but she can't help but wonder if she even did it right.

It was glowing pretty brightly, so she guessed that it was probably going fine.

She could only hope that the ritual didn't explode in her face and completely wipe a historical site off the map.

Sitting at the base of the alter, she sighed as she relaxed her body. Taking a plane ride from France to Japan had been incredibly tiresome for her. The boarding time and distance hadn't done anything bad to her body, but not having anything to do for several hours was incredibly tiring for her. Even now, her muscles were just starting to loosen up.

She stared at the pond from her little spot and admired how beautiful it was. France's beauty during her time had been tarnished with war, and she rarely ever got to see places like this. Enjoying the beauty of God's creations was something that she loved to do in her free time. Even if she was in a resting place of a pagan, she didn't mind at all. All that mattered to her in a person was if he was a generous one or not. Difference in Religion never stopped her in making connections with others.

She had changed into her battle gear in preparation to greet her servant. It obviously wouldn't do for her to greet him in a school uniform when she was supposed to be the mediator of the grail war. It would be both impolite and improper.

Suddenly, her head rose a bit when she heard a disturbance reach her ears. Eyes widening, she quickly reacted and dove to the side as something small hit the spot where she was at a second before.

"What is the meaning of this?" Jeanne thought as she quickly got to her feet. Looking up, she saw a blond haired teen with a black revolver with red lines of light traced on its design. He was wearing a black cowboy hat and stereotypical black cowboy fatigues. Wrapped around his neck was a red scarf and a burning cigarette in his mouth.

"You're quite the fast one, little lady." The man commented with a chuckle as he spun the revolver in his hand with a carefree grin. "Haven't missed a target once in my life. Guess my elders certainly are quite the people."

"Billy the Kid." Jeanne intoned, already using her special authority as a Ruler class servant to be able to discern the servant's true name. Her eyes narrowed at the thought and her mind raced to piece together what was going on. All of the other servants had already been established in Romania. Since that's true, why is there another servant here? Away from the war, no less.

"What is going on?" Jeanne asked as she drew her sword. "Attacking the Ruler of the grail war is against the laws set in place."

"Well, I'm not exactly part of it, am I?" The cowboy shrugged before holding his hand up to stop her from speaking. "That's all I'm allowed to tell you without my master getting mad. Don't bother trying to pry any more information out of me, Saint of Orleans. My intent is to simply kill you. Nothing more, nothing less."

Jeanne tensed. The man was a professional. He wasn't going to be swayed to her reasons.

"Now then, raise your sword or die. You now know who you are facing." At a speed faster than what she thought possible, the cowboy had already fired off three rounds in quick succession. Raising her sword and using her battle instincts, she swatted the bullets out of the air and immediately moved forward towards her enemy. She was not familiar with guns, but they were projectile weapons like bows. If she could get close enough, she could turn the fight in her favor.

Unfortunately, it seems that Billy was already expecting that. As she gave chase to him, the cowboy simply backpedaled backwards while firing round after round in quick succession. Each of them aimed at numerous vital points across her body.

After Billy had shot six shots, he spun his gun and the sound of the chamber rolling reached her ears before he began firing once again. Dodging to the right, she quickly lunged forward and swung her sword. The blade only bit into the fabric before the cowboy retreated a safe distance away.

"She's fast." Billy thought as he fired another shot and watched as it was deflected into the nearby water. "Guess I should have expected from the maid of orleans."

"He's just too fast!" Jeanne thought in annoyance at the same time. "Should I bring out my stand? No, it's too early for that. As long as I can outlast him, I should be fine."

She may have been a simple flag bearer, but her stats as a servant were nothing to scoff at. While he may be faster than her, she could only hope that he was tiring faster than she was. She could rely on her flag, but that would give away more tactical secrets about her than necessary. She couldn't afford to show off more if the rogue servant managed to slink away from the battle.

Glancing out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the magical circle was shining even brighter than before.

"Tch... So that's what you were doing here?!" Billy exclaimed in surprise as Jeanne lunged towards the circle. "No you don't!" He fired off three quick rounds as Jeanne extended her hand towards the circle.

"By my status as Ruler and mediator of the Holy Grail War, Jeanne d'Arc, I hereby ask thee to lend me thy aid in the restoration of balance and order in this Holy Grail war! Come forth, my servant!" Jeanne announced as her hand touched the glow of light.

Jeanne's eyes snapped shut as the light intensified it's glow. From the glorious light, a young man's voice resonated in a surprised tone.

"Odd... I don't recall being in Japan at this time."

As the light vanished, a young man of 19 years old stood in the middle of the summoning circle with a confused look on his face. Around his body was a white cloak with several kanji on the back. On his head was a red cap in the shape of a diamond.

"The grail war..." The man muttered as he looked around. "Of course I'd get looped up in this. Sakura always did say I was a magnet for trouble." Turning around to face the saint, the man revealed his face to her. He had spiky blond hair and bright blue eyes. What was the most noticeable part of his face was the small whisker marks that were on his cheeks like a cat.

"It's a nice night today. I'm guessing you're my master." The man said with a small smile as he observed the saint. "Hm... If I heard correctly, you said that you were the servant Ruler, correct?"

Gathering the courage to speak, Jeanne nodded. "Yes... I am the Ruler class servant of the new Holy Grail War. As the number of servants in the war has doubled, I have decided to attempt a servant summoning to summon a servant to help me mediate the Grail War more easily."

The man whistled. "Double the servants? Yosh... I think I get it. This is certainly interesting." He frowned for a moment as he eyed the alter. "I'm surprised you'd summon me in here of all places. Although, I guess this is the place where my mystery is at its highest peaks."

He remembered this place quite fondly. Where this lake stood was the original site of the city Amegakure. The mechanical city of rain that was once ruled by his former enemy, turned friend after death, Nagato. The lake was also the exact same place where his teacher, Jiraiya, had his final battle and died at the hands of Nagato. His body had rotted away at the bottom of the lake, but there could potentially be some traces left behind of his teacher and god father.

"Anyway, it seems that you're in quite the pickle, master. Do not worry, I shall handle this." The man said as he turned around and faced the cowboy. "No hard feelings, but you attacked my master. I'm afraid You'll have to deal with me."

"Tch..." The cowboy gritted his teeth in frustration. Things had just gone from bad, to worse. He wasn't expecting Ruler to summon her own servant. But now that she had, he was in a huge disadvantage by himself.

Which is why he always brought backup.

"Guess you'll get to shine, partner." Billy spoke before he turned around and ran away.

The man frown as he watched the servant retreat. "Hey! Where do you think you're going!" As he began to give chase, the sound of something huge running across the land reached their ears.

"GAROOOO!"

Out of the nearby trees burst a hulking behemoth with chains and broken shackles hanging from his wrists and ankles. Its face was covered by a metal black face mask with a single golden ring hanging from the bottom of it. In each of its hands was a huge halberd that towered over each of them in length.

"Asterios..." Jeanne muttered as she discerned the monster's identity under the berserker class. "Beware, servant! That is the bull of king Minos! Tread lightly around him!"

The man smiled. "Do not worry about me, master. Just sit back and relax while I take care of the beast."

Jeanne frowned, obviously wanting to help, but nodded. "Alright... But do not hesitate to ask me for aid."

"I do not think I shall need it." The man said as Asterios roared and barreled towards him with his axes. Once he got close enough, the servant swung one of its halberds in a quick arc towards the man's neck. Without so much as blinking, the man simply craned his neck backwards and avoided having it decapitated clean off. Grunting in confusion, the beast swung its other halberd in a much quicker motion.

Only for the strike to be stopped as the man simply stepped forward with his right fist and grab the pole of the axe as it speeded towards him, shocking everyone who managed to witness such a display of raw strength. The blade of the ask strained dangerously close to his face, but the man seemed disinterested in that fact.

"A berserker. You've lost all motor functions." Naruto commented as he shoved the blade away. "You're nothing more than a beast who was simply born to kill. Although, I can tell that you are a kind soul at heart." he gave the beast a sympathetic look. "Forgive me for this, but I must protect my master."

And with that, he reared his fist back and sent a normal looking punch towards the confused beast. Jeanne suddenly blinked in surprise, however, when her servant's arm became shrouded with some kind of golden energy. As it impacted the bull servant, it was launched backwards straight into the trees, earning a roar of disbelief and surprise from the beast as it vanished into the forest.

Jeanne blinked in a stunned stupor as she gazed at the man in front of her. He exhaled a breath and placed a hand back into his pocket.

"Haven't used that in a while." He commented idly before turning back to Jeanne with a smile. "Didja like that demonstration, master?"

"Er... yes." Jeanne got out, still stunned by the act of power. "Who... are you?"

The man blinked for a moment before laughing. "Isn't it obvious? Ah... doesn't matter. I'll say it again for old times sake." Straightening himself up, the man delivered a pose with his hand stretched out in a peace sign.

"My name is Uzumaki Naruto! Child of Prophecy and the seventh Hokage of Konohona! It's a pleasure to meet you, master!" Naruto said with a childlike grin.


And... that's... it!

Welcome to my other project that I will be working on alongside 'A Chance to be a Hero'. If you haven't seen that, go check it out!

Anyway, I got the inspiration to do a fate/apocrypha fanfic from an AWESOME fanfic by 00Altair's own fanfic called, 'Fate Magnus Bellum'. It's an awesome story that features the great holy grail war. A grail war that isn't used in many FATE fanfictions today. Before you read mine, you should go over to his first and give it a read, favorite, and a review. I guarantee you will enjoy the story as much as I do.

As you can see, I have decided to make Naruto events an actual canon even in human history. I thought it would be a nicer twist instead of having him simply travel to a new dimension because of a sealing jutsu of Zelretch.

And as you can see... his influence has already spreaded to modern times, so I'll let you guess on how famous he is.

As for me, I'm signing off right now. It's getting late. Don't forget to leave a fav and review!

-baloshua