A/N: (EDIT:) THIS IS NOT AN UPDATE! I merely deleted the Author's Note Chapter and added a few things. No idea why the site seems to think this is an upate, which is really odd...

Anywho, onward and upward! Thank you again for all your support! I do apologize for the brief author's note chapter earlier. Even now the site STILL seems to be having problems! I'm getting notifications HOURS after I put them up! What the heck?!

Now, onto your questions! Starting with the most important!

Q: Wait, wait, wait! Which Master has who?!

A: I'm so very glad you asked! In italics:

The previews reveal them, but, well y'see...

Naruto: He has Altera, Nero, Mordred. Plus a...

Kiritsugu: This chapter reveals his Servants.

Waver: Iskandar and ? as well as ?

Kariya: Lancelot and naturally...?

Tokiomi: Gilgamesh and Enkidu.

Kayneth: ? and of course ?

Kirei: Hassan and ?

Mystery Master!

Q: So, everyone's getting multiple servants, eh?

A: Indeed. Some might have two. Others three.

Imma say it right now, Naruto's head over heels for all Saber...and those resembling them.

Q: Naruto likes to meddle, doesn't he?

A: What can I say? He takes perverse pleasure in confusing people. When you're a bored deity you take what little pleasures you can get. Not to say Naruto's evil by any means. Nor is he the hero of this story. If anything, I'd call him a nicer version of Kirei in that regard. Someone who enjoys being entertained but doesn't take pleasure in the suffering of others. He won't kill you if you bore him like Gilgamesh, either. He's seen all there is to see and turned off his foresight for the sole sake of having fun.

Q: Has this Naruto visited other worlds in the Nasu universe?

A: I imply as much in this chapter, but to simplify it? Yes. I'll come right out and say it. He's even responsible for saving one unintentionally, and didn't bother with the Grail in that world. He aided Shirou from the Miyuverse. Trampled the Ainsworth family. Thanks to him "that" Shirou protected the wish of a young girl, while he destroyed the Cards himself. Miyu actually got her happy ending in that story as did Sakura, but due to a horribly tragedy, Naruto doesn't remember any of his time in that universe.

Rather, he can't.

The best way to describe "that" Naruto would be one who has witnessed the undeniable "truth" of the life and in despair, sealed off his memories after acquiring some of its secrets for himself.

Rule-Breaker, is one of them.

Ah, but that's another story, one that will be told later...

Q: So its a Master mix-up thanks to Naruto, then?

A: Yes, Ryunosuke is a dead duck. Meaning a new master will take his place. Its almost painfully obvious who that'll be. For that matter, Naruto isn't above stealing Servants if he disapproves of their masters. Kayneth, would be a prime example of this. Hell, he might die before he summons anyone, leaving the task to his wife. In short? This story can go in ANY direction at this point. Helps having a bit of suspense, no?

Q: What does Naruto want?

A: In a word? Entertainment. He hopes the Grail can grant him this, but, well...you can't just...no, its better if I don't say it.

Sorry to keep you all waiting! Here it is at long last!

And now, I proudly present the next chapter of...

...Not my Grail!

Remember, this is meant to make you all LAUGH.

Smiles are needed during these crazy times.

Try not to take it TOO seriously~!

FOURTH WALL BREAKS AHOY!

"I am the Lord of Ramen. Noodles are my body. Broth is my blood...

"DON'T YOU DARE!"

~?

Assassinating Expectations

Tokiomi was beginning to wonder if he'd contracted a curse of some sort.

Conversely, an outsider might think he'd been blessed with incredible luck. Recent events had certainly tilted in his favor. In the last hour alone he'd managed to successfully summon Gilgamesh, King of Heroes and quite possibly the most powerful Servant known by man. Then the number of Servants under his command had inexplicably increased from one to...two. By some miracle, fate had seen fit to gift him with another Servant. And not just any Servant but the legendary Enkidu himself, fated friend to Gilgamesh! The Enkidu by all accounts. Together, they would be unstoppable. With this, his already astronomical chances of winning this war and reaching the Root had increased exponentially. Oddly enough, the drain wasn't as taxing as he'd feared. Indeed, it felt as if he were barely sustaining a single Servant rather than two.

Ah, but that was where his luck began to turn.

Perhaps he'd simply miscalculated.

Perhaps he'd forgotten Gilgamesh's nature.

Perhaps he'd underestimated the generosity of a king.

Whatever the case, Tohsaka Tokiomi found himself nursing a pounding migraine and praying to high heaven that it would all go away. Why, you ask? The answer was almost mundane by comparison. You see, both his Servants were presently getting soused to their heart's content down in the wine cellar to celebrate their most cherished reunion. They were being very, very, VERY loud indeed. Apparently Gilgamesh was overjoyed to finally be reunited with his cherished companion once more. Even that Tokiomi could have tolerated. The reunion of friends was something to admired after all, even if a part of him couldn't truly understand it. Yes, this would have been all well and good if the one responsible for this mess wasn't sitting in his chair, eating his food, and drinking his wine!

That was a priceless vintage the blond buffoon had stolen from him!

But no, what truly confounded Tohsaka was his...companion.

A little girl clad in black.

Eyes of gold with hair of snow, she seemed little more than a harmless child at first glance; albeit one doted upon by a caring parent. Little more than a mere slip of a girl, she heartily devoured the feast set out before her at the table with near reckless abandon. How did that old saying go? Her eyes were larger than her stomach. Yes, that was it. This girl...no-Tokiomi corrected himself, not a girl...but something else entirely. What girl wore clothes like that? What manner of fell child carried that many knives on her person? Those innocent eyes deceived at first sight, but a second told him this creature would gladly gut him if he spoke ill to her. Yet there was naught but ardor to be found in those eyes when she gazed at his...guest.

Ah.

A Servant, then.

Which begged the question.

No, no, a more important inquiry!

"I don't suppose she's full yet, is she?"

The young man-who claimed to be god!-had identified himself as Naruto.

A strange name to be sure, but he'd seen stranger.

His groan was not reassuring.

...yeah, I have no excuse for this one." the horned god lamented, pausing in his own feast to heartily palm at his face. "I touch one summoning circle and suddenly I'm a magnet for Servants! I don't even know where she came from! She literally just appeared after that Gilgamesh debacle! Out of nowhere! Just...poof!" Exasperated, he flung up his hands in what the magus could only assume was dismay. "Does the Author hate me?! Is this because of that damned note chapter he made? Is that why I've been cursed by that damn Grail? Forsaken by the Log?!"

Startled by his ranting, the girl looked up from her meal.

"M-Mommy, are you mad? I'm sorry...

Naruto blew out a breath.

"Oh, no sweetie." he soothed, mussing her hair. "I'm not mad. Just wondering if the Author has it out for me. Makes ya wonder what's gonna happen when I try Ascending you lot."

"Author?"

"Sorry, obligatory fourth wall break there, don't worry about it." the blond dismissed her concern with a flick of the wrist. "I mean lets face it, he probably decided it was better for you to be with me rather than risk having ya summoned by Kirei because we all know how that would have turned out. More tea, sweetheart?"

"Yes, Mommy!"

A slitted eye twitched.

"Jack, I keep telling you to call me Papa."

"But Mommy is Mommy, isn't she?" the girl argued.

"I get that, but I still don't feel comfortable about it, ya know?"

As Tokiomi looked on, the girl's lower lip trembled. "Is...is that no good?"

Urk.

Tokiomi knew that look all too well; Rin had often made the same when an argument wasn't going her way. She often succeeded. This girl looked much the same. Rin was often the one to pout when she wasn't winning. Unlike Sakura. She did not sulk or cry, even when...oh. Now he remembered. She was no longer part of this family. He'd nearly forgotten all about it in the midst of all this absurdity. No, it was for the best. He'd secured her future. Both her and Rin would grow to become powerful magi in their own right. This way, neither had to perish...surely. A flicker of memory brought an unpleasant twinge of remembrance to his chest. Ignoring the unseemly prickling of his heart, the Tohsaka lord coughed into a fist and averted his gaze.

Naruto's reaction proved far more...profound.

"Ack?!"

WHAM.

With an agonized creak of sundered wood, his chair toppled backward with such force that he physically shattered its frail wooden frame and punched a small crater into the floor beneath. Then the wall behind him. In a beat he was back up again as though nothing had happened. Faster than the naked eye could follow he moved, sweeping the golden-eyed Servant up into his arms in a mighty bear hug. Caught unawares by the sudden glomp the white-haired lass could only laugh helplessly as her Master -Parent?- held her tightly and began to mutter all manner of nonsensical gibberish.

"Mommy!" she giggled. "That tickles!"

"Ah, my little ripper! Too pure!" Naruto sighed, rubbing his rough cheek against hers. "Jack's too pure!"

Somewhere in the back of Tokiomi's mind, something clicked.

Daggers.

Ripper.

Jack.

No.

"Is she...?"

"That's right." at that the blond hummed and turned to face him, uncaring as the giggling girl used the opportunity to clamor out of his arms and onto his shoulders. "She's Jack the Ripper. I thought you realized that. Ah, but don't worry." he added almost as an afterthought, "Jack's a good girl; she won't kill ya unless I tell her to." Despite his best efforts to ignore the not-so-subtle-threat and maintain calm, a muscle jumped in Tohsaka's jaw. He was only human after all; he could only tolerate so much disrespect to a point. He had his pride, after all.

This.

This man.

This man was driving him mad!

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"Sorry, Toki." the whiskered warrior declared. "I can't do that."

Wordlessly, the red-clad magus raised his staff and created a spark.

For the first time since they'd met, Naruto's face lost its pleasant smile.

"Oi, Tohsaka. Is that any way to treat the man who gave you another Servant?"

"What ludicrous claim is that? One can't simply impart another Servant onto another!"

His horned head tilted.

"Can they not?"

"They can't!"

"A word to the wise, Tokiomi." with a creaking sound, the Horned One stood, towering over him. "I can tolerate many things, but there are things even I won't brook. Stupidity. And Treason. Thankfully, you're neither of those things. However, you're overreacting." an icy hand settled on his shoulder. "Why don't we just sit down and pretend this little outburst never happened, neh?"

"Tch! You cannot simply-

Eyes. burned white.

"Sit. Down."

"Wha-urk?!"

His exclamation trailed off into a strangled grunt as something took him from behind and rammed his face into the floor. Stars exploded before his vision; the acrid taste of blood coating his throat as he nearly bit through his tongue. Before he could recover, cold metal graced the nape of his neck. Silenced by the assault, the magus stiffened, not trusting his throat to the curved, unyielding steel. He didn't need to look to know his would-be killer. The vacancy from Naruto's shoulders told him all he needed to know. It didn't explain how. Her beatific expression terrified Tohsaka to no end.

'When did she...?!'

"Are we going to kill him, Mommy?" Jack hummed. "I'm still hungry."

Was this it for him? Were these his final moments?

"Let him up, Jack." To his disbelief, he found himself spared. "I'm not done with him."

...alright."

With a disappointed sigh, the serial killer reluctantly relented and climbed off Tokiomi's back and languidly danced back to her Master's side. Pride in tatters, Tohsaka crawled upright. Even now he fought down the urge to counterattack, to strike at the Servant's back in recompense for her temerity. It would be so easy. Even for a man-no, perhaps because Tohsaka Tokiomi was precisely that sort of man-who prided himself on principle and appearances, the desire to strike almost overwhelming. Another magus, Kayneth for instance, would've lashed out in a feverish attempt to salvage their honor.

Another magus would have perished on the spot.

"Ho? You're smarter than I thought."

He wasn't expecting a hand.

...thank you."

"If you really want to kill me, I won't stop you. Wouldn't be the first time I died today." the Horned One rolled his shoulders in a shrug and turned away to face the yard. "Hell, you might make a better job of it than most. Go ahead." tan arms spread wide, as though to embrace the world. "There. My back's turned. I already gave Gilgamesh one stock for that joke, you might as well take another if it makes you feel better."

"You...died?"

The tone was telling.

The horned god paused at that, a small smile

"Yes, I suppose you could say Enuma Elisha killed "me" as we know it." Naruto conceded with a small smile, clapping the older Tohsaka heavily on the shoulder. "Along with a good portion of your yard. But which me did Gilgamesh kill? I've got a lot of lives and most of them are spread around Fuyuki at the moment. Oh! Speaking of living, I nearly forgot the reason I cam here in the first place. Now, where did I put that...aha!"

With a grand flourish, he flung a silver blur at him.

"Catch!"

It flew at Tokiomi faster than he could follow; even as he raised his staff to defend it flowed around his weapon to curl against his wrist-aack?! A brief sting of pain of pain followed as the creature clamped down upon his limb with a contented trill and went still, leaving an eerie silver ornament in its place. Tokiomi gazed at the bracelet and frowned. For some reason the damn thing was fused to his arm. Try as he might, he couldn't seem to remove the odd creature. Strangely enough, it wasn't impeding the flow of his Prana. If anything seemed to enhance the flow...

"What is this?"

"Oh, just a little something I cooked up." the horned deity remarked, knocking another bottle of wine-where had he found that?!-back with a hearty guffaw. "It gives you a 100+ resistance to backstabbing. Handy, right? You'll definitely thank me for this later." Loathe as he was to it, he had to ask.

"But...why give me this? I'm your enemy."

Something dangerous flickered in those ice-blue orbs.

"Because, Tohsaka, you're a shit father."

Aaaand there was the anger again.

"Excuse me?"

"I don't know whether you're ignorantly cruel or blindingly naive." much to his consternation, his guest merely shook his head and flashed that infuriating smile of his. "Still, your intentions were good. So! I'm giving you a chance to make amends for what you've done. Go pay the Matou family a visit. See your daughter. Unannounced or not, it doesn't matter. Once you're done screaming...well, assuming you don't lose your mind, we'll talk. If you're willing to, that is. Thank Kariya. Tell Sakura you're sorry. Beg your wife for forgiveness. Rail against your fate. Fight. Struggle! Crawl. And to send you on your way...I'll give you a hint about Zouken's magic. What you unknowingly subjected your daughter to."

Leaning forward, he took Tohsaka by the shoulders and whispered a lone word in his ear.

"Worms."

Tokiomi went cold.

"What...are you?" he murmured.

Naruto tilted his head.

"In a word?"

As he looked on, the blond's body seemed to shift.

"Legion."

A series of shadowy figures, each him, and yet not. An innumerable facade, countless in their number. One carried a staff. The other held a Deck of cards. Still a third bore a scarred face and white hair. Another towered over the rest in gigantic relief. None were the same, each different in their own way. Some weren't even human. As though he were looking across a thousand lifetimes, a thousand realms, a thousand worlds. Impossible. Inconceivable. Even with that magic...to stare at them threatened to drive him mad. Root be damned, what was he?!

His eyes betrayed him then, blinking, and when next he looked they were gone.

Only one remained.

"I am many things." he, no-they-grinned at him. "A prankster. A wandering god. A father. A husband. A murderer. And when this is over...well, I suppose there's no harm in me telling you. Are you familiar with the name Lev? No? I didn't think so. Once I've had my fun here, I'm going to find him. Then? I'm going kill him. Every incarnation of him. Every version." a dark spark flickered to life in those eyes and his voice took on an edge that had not existed prior. "I can't stand people like him. Betraying your allies? The destruction of humanity? A man who wishes for nothing more than death is going to die at the hands of a most inhuman being. Ironic, isn't it? Ya can come along if you like. Bring the whole family. Say what you will about Chaldea, but at least it'll be entertaining. Oh, and I definitely need to have a word with Galahad...

"Chaldea? Galahad? What are you...?"

"Oops, spoilers!" throwing back his head in laughter, the blond grinned and decided to show himself out. "Now then, I'm off. I wish you good fortune in the war to come! Let's go, Jack!"

"Coming, Mommy!"

"Wait!"

Naruto paused.

"Go on ahead, Jackie. I'll be right behind you."

With a happy chirrup, Assassin complied with the order.

Tokiomi nearly shouted, such was the intensity of his frustration.

"Why do this? Why go to such lengths for someone you barely know? How do you know all this?!" when the Horned One didn't answer, anger threaded its way into his tone, tinging his words with despair. "I could betray you!" he flung a hand outward, driving the food from the table with a harsh clatter. "Turn on you! And yet you still helped me! Why?!"

A lone blue eye reluctantly reappeared over his shoulder.

Tokiomi expected another caustic retort of sorts.

Instead, he received a faint, knowing smile.

"Why shouldn't I? Its Not My Grail."

With a laugh, he vanished.

(...Presently...)

The Magus Killer considered himself a practical man.

Indeed, while Kiritsugu Emiya both acknowledged and disdained sorcery, he accepted facts. Reality. The world in which mankind lived was an impossible one; feats that most would balk at were easily accomplished by magic. Indeed, the very art of thaumaturgy was a miraculous one. Yet even it had limits. You couldn't save everyone, even with the incredible power afforded by magic. To save someone, you had to abandon someone else. Such was the ugly truth that infested this truth. There was no way around it. By sacrificing one, you could save thousands. The needs of the minority never outweighed the majority. Conversely, the majority would always overrule the minority without fail. Anyone who thought otherwise, who heedlessly averted their eyes from the truth-they were a fool.

His entire past stood in stark testament to this painful reality.

He killed for the sake of peace.

He ended likes for peace.

Always, for peace.

He'd sacrificed everything in pursuit of this dream. His father. His childhood. The woman who'd raised him. What he little he hadn't was soon lost regardless. And he would sacrifice many more yet. His wife would become the Grail. Maya would likely die in the battles that were to come. He would lose them both unless he-no. He dare not. If he dwelt upon that any longer than was necessary he'd lose his nerve. The temptation to cut ties to the Einzberns, to spirit them-and Illya!-away was overwhelming. Almost too much for him to bear. Even now his thoughts threatened to betray him should he think on the matter overlong. Yes, there was be no god in this twisted world. There were no heroes. Only those who were fools. This was why the world needed a miracle to save it.

But all that was about to change.

He would summon Saber. He would win this war. All the preparations were complete, the relic laid upon the altar. All was in readiness.

With this, he would create peace.

That had been his intention.

Yet this...

...this was not peace.

This was anything but peace!

Had he not expected the explosion that followed, Kiritsugu Emiya might have been injured. Or worse. Nevertheless he was well-prepared for the blast and steadied himself, riding it out. Portions of the floor caught flame in a rush of super-heated air, only to find themselves subsequently snuffed out by a second wave of pressurized wind. Coughing quietly into his singed sleeve, the Magus Killer peered into the thick haze, awaiting a response from he whom he had summoned. Even now he could clearly see a figure standing within, and yet it almost seemed as if...no, that shouldn't be possible...

To his dismay two voices arose from deep within the rising smoke.

"Servant Saber/Lancer. I have responded to your summons...

A pause followed.

And then.

Then:

"What is the meaning of this?!"

"I should ask the same of you, little one."

A strangled squawk answered the latter's rebuttal.

"Little...?!"

"My heavens, it appears the younger me possess a temper after all...

As he looked on, the fog cleared, confirming his initial suspicions.

"What in the world...?" Iri breathed in disbelief.

Two Servants stood before them.

The first was a girl.

Small of stature with piercing green eyes and hair the color of golden staw, she nevertheless carried herself with a regal grace that few could ever hope to match. Clad in a blue-white battle dress, Kiritsugu couldn't decide if she was dressed for war or a grand ball. Said armor clinked softly as she pivoted to glare at...

...he could only think of her as the "other".

With her helmet cast aside, she sat astride a great white beast of a stallion, the horse just as armored as its mistress if not moreso. Excluding Kiritsugu's varying opinions about her physique, this woman was undoubtedly what-or rather, whom!-she claimed to be. A Lancer. The weapon in her hand radiated a holy might. Indeed, one might attribute her very presence to that of a Divine Spirit thanks in no small part to the spear she wielded in her hands. Her armor conformed neatly to her generous figure, suggesting something substantial beneath the gleaming silver plate. If he had to put it to words he would call this one a more mature version of the Saber over there, albeit, one who'd grown to maturity in various...ways.

Still, the burning question yet lingered on.

How had he summoned two Servants?!

Which one was King Arthur?!

"Erm...

His voice seemed to activate them.

As one, they turned to glare-well, the younger one glared-at Kiritsugu.

"I ask of you, are you my Master?"

"Oh dear, I believe that line belongs to me." the older woman hummed. "Clearly, I was summoned first."

"Silence!"

Before he could think to intervene, Saber snapped at Lancer and their bickering resumed anew.

Rather, Saber's one-sided argument against the utterly unperturbed version of herself.

Kiritsugu wasn't a man prone to laughter, but he nearly guffawed in despair.

The twin command seals etched into his arm only made it worse.

If there was a god then surely, he was laughing at them-

"Kiritsugu, I've come to bargain!"

Thus, he was understandably miffed when an intruder kicked down his door and all but launched it at them. Indeed, a booted foot crashed through the twin halves of the once imposing arch and sent them spinning across the room and incredible speed; such that although the newly summoned Servants were easily able to evade, they weren't able to reach the other in time. In that, the task fell to Kiritsugu. A less physically capable magus would have been crushed outright and perhaps his adversary knew this. Indeed, he might have expected him to dodge altogether.

They couldn't possibly predict his speed.

"Time Alter; Double Accel!"

The world ground to a crawl and Emiya shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow. In the time that it took the spinning door to complete a single revolution he'd already gathered Irisviel up in his arms and spirited her away away from the ensuing destruction. No sooner had Kiritsugu flung himself aside than a streak of crimson lightning arced through the opening they'd vacated and made straight for Saber. The sheer shockwave alone was akin to a force of nature, hurling both husband and wife through a wall and into an adjacent room with bone-crushing force

Pain blazed up Emiya's right side.

Ironically, his paranoia had saved both their lives.

Ah. A detached part of him assessed the damage. That's unfortunate.

Cracked ribs.

Fractured wrist.

Dislocated shoulder.

Gold light vied with furious scarlet.

In that moment, several events occurred at once.

"Pardon the intrusion!" A man's rough voice called through the smoke. "I've come to-WHOA MAMA! Now that's an Artoria!"

A heartbeat later, and a bloodcurdling howl tore through the chamber they'd just vacated.

The cacophony of shouts that followed proved...disturbing.

"FAAAAAAAAAAAAATHER!"

"Oi! Bad Mordred! Bad girl! No!"

"M-Mordred?! Why are you here-?!"

The scream that followed was worse.

"ShutupyoustupidrottenogoodbastardDIE!"

Much worse.

"Kiritsugu?!"

"I'm here...help me up."

Iri's face swam in and out of focus before his red-tinged vision and the Magus Killer realized too late their peril. The Servants were still fighting. By the sounds of it, one of them was losing ground. This place wasn't safe. It was dangerous. They needed to leave. Groaning, he furiously propped himself up with her aid and struggled to his feet; just in time to witness an unhorsed Lancer sail through the wall opposite them. A horned man clad in a coat of many colors stormed into the breach after, laughing all the while, uncaring of the gaping hole she'd drilled in his abdomen. The surreal sight jolted Kiritsugu back to reality.

Yes, the Servants were still fighting.

Viciously.

"CLARENT...

"EX...

Another shout tore through the mansion.

Odd, was it just him or did the world seem to be shaking-

...BLOOD ARTHUR!"

...CALIBUUUUUUUUUUR!"

The cataclysm that followed made the last seem tame by comparison.

Well. That certainly settled it, then. Few magi possessed such an absurdly ridiculous strength. Those that did...had no reason to be involved in this War. The alternative made him shudder. A Servant? Here? That an enemy had made through the Einzbern's bounded fields without being detected was troubling enough by itself. That someone had found them this early in the War, so soon after the summoning, well...he shuddered to think what might happen next. Best to retreat for now and get as far away from this as possible. Yes, for now he'd assess the threat rather than rush in like a bloody fool. If a Servant was here then their Master had to be close by at the very least...

"They're really going at it out there, aren't they."

Iri yelped, but Kiritsugu already knew.

They'd been had.

"Shit...!"

To his disbelief, he found himself look at the very same man who'd departed not a moment ago. The only difference being this one didn't wasn't missing half his stomach. As he looked on in utter confusion the horned man flashed him the smallest of smiles, tucked both legs beneath his body and quietly claimed a seat atop a mound of rubble beside him. A moment of belated silence passed between the three of them. Then another. Another. And another still. Just who was this man? What did he intend? Why were there two of him? Kiritsugu considered all this and more; he'd only just considered reaching for his Contender when the blond shook his head.

"Don't." he warned. "That won't work on me, even if you use your special bullets...Kiritsugu Emiya.

"Who are you?"

"A fan of your work. The name's Naruto. As for who I am? I'm nobody important." the horned one waved a hand in minute dismissal of himself. "I'm just a clone; my job's to keep you both in one place and one piece until the boss finishes his fun outside. He'll do the talking."

A muffled crash resounded through the mansion.

"Although...that might be awhile."

...what do you want?"

Naruto's grin was telling.

"Simple. I want to play a game."

It would prove to be the beginning of a very long night for Kiritsugu.

A/N: Mordred vs Arturia next chapter! That's gonna be FUN~!

YES, I just threw Tokiomi a bone there.

We'll see if he deserves it.

BATTLES BEGIN SOON!

And I may or may not have dropped hints about my intentions toward Grand Order. I'm all for the Protagonist doing his thing, but I have a bloody BONE to pick with Lev after watching the Ova. His end isn't going to be pretty.

So in the Immortal Words of Atlas...

...Review, Would You Kindly?

And enjoy the preview!

Yes, there are a lot!

'Tis deliberate!

REJOICE~!

Hehehe, you'll like this, I promise~!

CRY HAVOC AND LOOSE THE HOUNDS OF WAR~!

(Previews)

"Use your words!

...Ber~Ser~Ker?"

"Aha! Good girl! Now, paw."

Berserker grunted.

"Umu."

"Yosh, good girl!"

A hand descended, not to strike, but to muss her hair. Odd. Frankenstein found the sensation oddly...calming.

Had she possessed a tail, it would've been wagging.

"Wanna be king, Mordred?"

"Ha?! What the hell, baka Master?!"

R&R~!

=D