Well, I am quite honestly surprised this recieved attention, I've never really had any luck with Bleach-centric stories and expected this to be ignored, very surprised to get 20+ Reviews in just 2000 words 0.0.

Surprised enough I decided to write a little more. Doesn't really feel like my best job, and most likely plenty of Nasuverse breaking goin on but oh well.

Okay, if you just want to read without the context of any future work on this story, skip to the non block writing

Okay, first off, Ichigo's abilities will be shown in this chapter. Just like in canon, he has super speed perception born of his time as a Shinigami. What I've modified is just how well it works.

Ichigo's perception does not slow to the rate given, rather his reaction is damn near automatic to anything he sees, its so fast that it will be mistaken as reflex or instincts to nearly all who see it. Whats more, this speed is the same as his Transcendental state, meaning...and don't go nuts Nasuverse fans...

Ichigo's perception speed outclasses Servants, by a longshot. He's on the same level as a Counter Guardian under the Counter Force in this one aspect.

Now, before anybody burns the books, this doesn't mean he is that fast physically. His movement is limited by his body, both human and shinigami, even if he percieves and reacts, his body will still move at normal speeds. For example (overdramatized) If a man comes out of nowhere, just materialises and fires a gun instantly, with the bullet certain to hit his heart, he will see the gunshot, be able to read its trajectory, see it hits him in the heart and he will instantly start to move to get out of the way, all before the bullet actually leaves the chamber. However, the bullet is still faster than he is by a longshot, but because of his ability, he will have avoided the bullet hitting his heart, but only by about a centimetre in any direction.

Make sense? He is damn near transcendental in reactions, but limited by body.

Secondly, this is a change from Bleach cannon. Ichigo killed Aizen with Mugetsu, he has taken a life of another humanic being. While this won't be a key detail, and Ichigo has little to no angst over doing the deed, this will change charecter interaction, some of the things Ichigo will say and do may go a bit OOC, and certain experienced charecters, warriors and killers, will be able to identify him as such by how he looks and acts.

Oh, finally, and this is for people who haven't read my work before. I write things as very P.O.V centric, and many times charecters will come up with incorrect theories about situations, no one charecter knows everything for certain. As such, if things seem wrong, go with the flow unless you see a glaring mistake.

EDIT: Whoops, forgot to Block the A/N's, I only do this so the guys who want to read only know where to skip straight to the story XP

"How many more steps…" Ichigo grunted with annoyance as he kept climbing the stairway cut into the side of the mountain, once again annoyed with just how long this walk took. He could understand that the stairway had been built this way with some mysterious spiritual meaning to the climb to reach the temple, but he could never get behind why it had to be THIS LONG!

It wasn't like the trip was tiring, daresay it was good exercise for the body overall going both up and down this stairway from civilization to holy grounds, but it just took so long…

Still, as the arch that finally signified the end of his trek up the mountain finally came into view, he knew that this god awful long trek was just a necessary evil for what he wanted to achieve.

As he finally passed the arch, the ground opening up to reveal the simple splendour of the Ryoudouji, he once again felt that slight uplift in the air, his body reacting as his soul, tired from the exhaustion of having its Reiatsu used up earlier that morning, responded to the sudden increase in the concentration of Reishi in the air. Once more, he couldn't help but feel relaxed in the presence of this simple temple as he stood at what he understood to be the heart of the spiritual grounds of Fuyuki City, the core part of him that was Shinigami reacting positively to the almost glow of power around the temple.

His near constant frown relaxing subconsciously, Ichigo tucked his hands into his pockets as he strolled towards the temple complex, glancing around at the few visitors meandering about and the monks hard at work. As some of the monks noticed his glances, a few stopped to smile welcomingly back at the young man, prompting Ichigo to wave back at the hardworking men.

To the monks at the temple, Ichigo had become an almost regular visitor to the temple over the last two months since he came to Fuyuki City, and nearly every man on the grounds had heard about the brightly haired teen by now. After all, he was a kind of…unique visitor…

Ichigo's glances finally found the man he was after, or more accurately as his target suddenly grinned, turning to jog in Ichigo's direction, his target found him.

"Kurosaki! How are you doing, it's been ages!" the tall newcomer said a bit too loudly for Ichigo's liking as he closed the gap, a rather large man dressed not as the monks of the temple but oddly enough in a dark blue Gi, strong muscles showing his rather obvious martial arts training as the big man raised his hand and slapped Ichigo heartily on the shoulder, getting a loud and surprised cough of air from the teen.

"Well, you'd probably see me more if you spent less time in the hospital!" Ichigo responded after he recovered with a wry smirk of his own, earning a hurt expression as the man theatrically grabbed at his heart in pain. "Lemme guess, no luck this time either huh?"

"Or the five dozen times before, I guess her old man just doesn't like me for some reason, can't think of a reason why!" the man responded with a far too chipper tone considering they were discussing the numerous times he had ended up in hospital.

"Well, perhaps you still need to toughen up some more if a few Yakuza keep getting you so easily, Reikan." (1) Ichigo replied, not even trying to suppress the friendly smirk that broke across his face at the older man's words.

"But Kurosaki, I can't go beating up her father's men, she'd hate me if I did! What's a man to do!" Reikan lamented as he punched his other hand in faked frustration. "Every time I try to ask her out, they somehow catch wind of it and all gang up on me! I could probably beat them, but then what?! Old Raiga would just get even angrier with me if I beat up his men!"

"And you think just toughing it out is going to get you anywhere? Grow a spine Reikan, I thought you were tougher than that." Ichigo jabbed back, aiming to goad the big man on.

As the big man's eyes narrowed down challengingly at Ichigo's tone, Ichigo took a few steps back, dropping his bag on the ground as he prepared for what he knew was going to come next, his smirk widening again as he faced the bigger man. Across the grounds, several of the monks shook their heads in exasperation, one or two of the newer initiates suddenly excited as they started to watch the oncoming fight.

This was practically a ritual that had started between the two about a week after Ichigo had first stepped foot into the temple. Due to Reikan's outwardly friendly nature, he had practically forced his camaraderie upon Ichigo when they had first met and both had become stalwart friends almost instantly. However, upon Ichigo accidentally letting slip in conversation about having learnt Karate, Reikan had taken it upon himself to try and fight Ichigo any time and any place they met, and since he was actually a seriously good Martial Artist, Ichigo had actually started to find some enjoyment in these skirmishes.

Sometimes it was Ichigo who prompted the fight, sometimes it was Reikan, but nearly every time these two *friends* met, it was guaranteed a fight would break out somehow. Even now, one or two of the older, more resigned monks carefully started to edge the more fragile stone carvings a bit further away, in the hopes that the ensuing brawl didn't get close enough to damage them.

As the big man turned to face Ichigo, his face also broke out to a full on grin as he took a basic Judo stance, asking "First to surrender?"

"First to three moves." Ichigo countered as he took his own stance, a rather relaxed pose that was slightly reminiscent of the Karate that he once trained in.

For Ichigo, this was his way to pass the time he spent at the temple accelerating the regeneration of his depleted reiatsu reserves rather than meditating, which he knew he sucked horribly at. It was also a brilliant chance to relearn how to fight properly, it had been years since he had been fighting anything above street thugs using fists, and he knew his skills were shot to hell, especially since he was more used to swinging massive cleavers rather than fist fighting. Reikan was a 6th Dan Black Belt in Judo, and in terms of skill, light years beyond Ichigo's rather rusty style, which even at its best was only 1st Dan Black Belt, measured when he was nine.

For Reikan, this was his chance to spar with someone on Ichigo's level. While Ichigo's skills in martial arts looked sub-par due to how incredibly rusty he was, out of the two of them Ichigo still had by far the greater lead in victories. This was because Ichigo had instinct.

And when Reikan thought instinct, he meant INSTINCT. Ichigo was a beast in that one area, he had never seen another fighter with so much natural fighting talent as Ichigo had. Ichigo didn't need form, didn't need skill, he was just so good that Reikan doubted he had ever faced a foe capable of making him NEED it. (Of course, it never occurred to Reikan that perhaps Ichigo just had so much experience fighting on levels that surpassed human imagination that his reflexes were that fast).

Besides, it made a nice break from having the floor mopped with his face by HIM…

Speak of the devil and he will arrive, as Ichigo and Reikan squared off for yet another bout of painful yet friendly fighting, a tall man dressed in a suit finished the walk up the temple steps, arriving after a long day of teaching at Homurahara Gakuen, only to see this spectacle in the middle of the grounds, his usual sparring partner squared off against that seeming delinquent teen that had started turning up at the temple frequently during the past few months.

Kuzuki Soichirou had heard about this teens frequent spars with Reikan a few times, but due to often having to stay late at the academy, had yet been witness to the spectacle. Normally, he wouldn't have cared about this, but something about the teens posture when he had seen him walking past on his way down the temple steps once before had instantly put Kuzuki's long dormant defensive instinct up, making him wary of the teenager, something in his eyes.

This orange haired teenager was a warrior, and had at some point, taken a life by his own hands.

The same instinct did tell him that the boy wasn't actively dangerous, just that this was what he once was. He felt the same kind of kinship in a way, as an assassin who had stepped away from his past of murder and killing. Even if he no longer actively took lives, from what he understood the act of killing changed any normal man, and never for the better.

As such, rather than go back to his room and ignore this little situation, Kuzuki stopped to watch, silently standing in the shadows without a presence to be detected. He wanted to know what this boy, no, man was.

As the two started their impromptu fight, it would look incredibly strange to an outsider, expert or amateur. Both Ichigo and Reikan were throwing direct attacks at one another, striking moves done at a strangely sedate pace at first. As Reikan tried to step closer into Ichigo's range, Ichigo struck back with kicks to force Reikan back, the older Judo user weaving in and out of range to try and close the gap, occasionally blocking or redirecting a particularly close attack, occasionally throwing his own strikes whenever Ichigo made a mistake in his attack, forcing Ichigo to abandon offensive lest he take a hit.

This wasn't an official match and there was no direct rules, as such even if he was using Judo, there was no restriction to using Body Striking Techniques for the Judo user. Hell, he would need them just to keep Ichigo off balance with guarding if he wanted a hope to close with the much faster teen.

This continued for a while, both men attacking and dancing out of range of their foe, Reikan slowly closing the gap as he used his own experience to keep up with Ichigo's much faster, even if slightly clumsy, offensive.

This kept up for about half a minute, the blows changing as the gap closed from purely kicks to direct arm strike attempts from Reikan, trying to get a proper grip on his foe, while Ichigo mixed in knees, punches and elbows, anything to try and catch the older fighter off guard. The closer they got, the faster both men moved in their attacks. Oddly enough, to the audience Reikan didn't seem to be making any attempt to do the traditional counter moves against Ichigo's attacks, completely denying the advantage his Martial Arts gave him for a completely unseeable reason.

At least to anybody but Kuzuki, who was watching Ichigo's movements with a strange intensity.

As Ichigo kicked again, Reikan guarded against the blow directly, forcing Ichigo's leg back. To Kuzuki's eyes, Reikan seemed to twitch, his arms moving as if to take advantage of this move as he should have against any other fighter. But even as Kuzuki noticed the twitch, Ichigo had already seen it, realised the intent and started moving to react. Ichigo's movement speed was very fast, but still well within an experienced fighters range, his body moving to commit to an elbow strike on the opposite side of Reikan's body that would have forced him to block in the opposite direction, making it impossible to counter-grab the first move without taking the hit.

But there was no way any human should have been able to read his foe's intentions that perfectly at the speed the two were moving at, even Kuzuki hadn't read the Black Belt Judo users intentions that clearly that fast. Sure, he had seen the twitch, and knew that in the teen's place, he would have countered and killed Reikan with the counter if he so chose, and in the end done it faster than the teen, but he would never have seen the movement as fast as the teen had, or started reacting anywhere near as fast, even with all of his training, even with all of the men he had killed.

It should have been impossible and only one who is used to doing the improbable but not the impossible would have known that.

Superhuman.

The orange teen had superhuman perception speeds, Kuzuki instantly decided. He didn't once question the validity of this; he knew it was true even if it was impossible. Nothing else about the teen surpassed human limits, but this one factor alone. To the teen, Kuzuki realised his foe must have seemed to be moving almost as slow as if he was in molasses, even though his foe was an extremely competent Martial Artist.

This was why Reikan wasn't countering, Ichigo wasn't letting him.

Ichigo's movements were clumsy, rusty and most of it was a waste of movement.

But at the same time he was perfect, nobody could ever hope to defeat this teen unless he let them.

Once again, that was impossible, but Kuzuki decided that unless one was also capable of superhuman feats, it would be impossible to defeat this teen if he decided to fight seriously. If he had been fighting the teen in Reikan's place, he knew he would lose as well.

Kuzuki was strong for a human, amazingly fast, had much more experience, knew how to kill a foe a hundred ways, and had a specifically engineered fighting style that was nearly impossible to read even by the greatest of Martial Arts masters. To the untrained foe, he may as well have been superhuman for the chances they had against him.

But he wasn't actually superhuman.

He would never be able to beat this teen unless he was superhuman as well, and even then it would be the hardest battle he had ever fought in his life.

And right now Ichigo was proving that. Up to now, four successful strikes had been made in the last five minutes (although Kuzuki was certain Ichigo had let Reikan land the two hits on him). For Ichigo; a rather simple, yet painful kick to Reikan's chest one minute in, and later on an elbow to his shoulder. Both rather amateurish moves, but successful.

For Reikan; a palm thrust to Ichigo's chest that had pierced the teens defence, and the subsequent drop when Reikan had followed through by grabbing Ichigo's shirt, dropping to his own knee and pulling Ichigo's leading heel when he had stumbled back toppled him to the ground, earning two hits. (A/N see Kibisu-Gaeshi)

Now with only one hit each left to go, Reikan had finally closed the gap again, and thanks to a badly made punch, had Ichigo's arm in his grasp. However, Reikan's stance had left his own leg wide open for a leg strike, which Ichigo tried to capitulate on to earn the final hit, even as Reikan tried to secure his grip for a throw by grabbing Ichigo's lapel with his other hand.

But it was a decoy, as Ichigo kicked at Reikan's leading leg, Reikan's stance suddenly swapped, putting all of his weight on his back leg instead as the big man finally let a victorious grin stretch across his features. Ichigo's attack missed as, rather than kicking the supporting leg out from under Reikan, the bigger man simply lifted his leg above the attack, before putting as much force as he could into his own retaliatory kick, sweeping towards the only leg Ichigo had still on the floor as he modified his grasp on Ichigo for the upcoming leg throw. (A/N see Tsubame-Gaeshi, yes the real one XP)

The moves were incredibly fast, and damn near perfection, Reikan was truly showing the skill that had earned him his 6th Dan Black Belt by using this incredibly difficult to pull off move, so much so even Kuzuki nodded slightly in appreciation of seeing this move, especially since he wasn't fighting a Judo user.

The next second passed and Reikan crashed onto the temple floor a metre back, holding his chest as he coughed painfully, Ichigo swinging back clumsily from his own improvised kick, his stance all hell from the awkward way he had to land the last attack, wincing guiltily as he realised he may have put a bit too much power behind his last kick.

"D-dammit *cough*, how did you get out of that?" Reikan coughed at as he winced up at Ichigo, now offering a hand to the martial artist. Ichigo just shrugged as Reikan clasped his hand, pulling the big man up with one heave as he said "Not sure, just a good guess?"

An exasperated sigh was heard from nearby as a up until now unnoticed bystander finally made himself known, a disapproving voice asking "Really brother, do you and your friend have to start fights in the middle of the temple, at the front gate? Couldn't you have picked anywhere else in the entire of Fuyuki City?"

Both Ichigo and Reikan simultaneously froze, before turning as one to look sheepishly in the direction of the voice both recognized. Sure enough, standing there with arms crossed, pushing his glasses up in a manner that badly reminded Ichigo of a certain stuck up prick, was Issei Ryuudou, Reiken's little, yet strangely much more mature acting brother.

Coincidentally, in another town, having just finished slaying an errant Hollow that had appeared close to his father's hospital, Uryuu Ishida felt a strange urge to curse a certain ginger haired idiot.

(Some time later)

Afterwards, Ichigo had ended up staying for a few hours, both him and Reikan just talking about random nonsense as Ichigo had done his usual volunteer work in helping out around the Temple with any manual labour work, which in the end only included helping Issei check the traditional ofuda setup around the temple, and helping the Monks with the replacement bell for the main room in the temple.

Once again sent on his way with gratitude from the monks for his work, Ichigo headed back down the stairway, feeling generally much better now he'd not only gotten to physically workout, but also have his Reiatsu restored much faster from his proximity to the temple. As he disappeared down the steps, Kuzuki emerged from the shadows where he had been observing the teen silently all day, and returned into the temple, his face its ever stoic and blank expression as he contemplated.

Returning to the room that he was given by the head monk, he blinked slowly as he opened the door, seeing the person sitting cross legged on the floor, staring at an object that looked like a crystal ball. As the shouji door fully opened with a clack, the person on the floor suddenly turned about with slight surprise, having obviously been focused entirely on the ball and not noticed his presence.

At first, what was visible of the persons face beneath the hood showed a tense expression, lips tensed thinly as a gloved hand shot up, before the mouth opened in surprise, the hand faltering from its almost clawed gesture and moving instead towards the hood as the expression changed into a beautiful smile, the hood pulled back to reveal long, flowing blue hair, pointed elfin ears and a surprisingly beautiful face as those eyes shone with obvious adoration at the stoic faced teacher.

"Soichirou-sama!"

Kuzuki's face didn't change at all at the woman's words, instead focusing past her at the crystal ball as he asked in his monotone voice;

"What are you doing, Caster?"

Caster seemed flinched with surprise, her eyes suddenly twitching to look at the crystal ball, the contents within in clear view of her new Master. Realising she had been caught since Soichirou could clearly see the image of a certain orange haired teen descending the steps of the temple within the ball, Caster fidgeted nervously, answering "Ah, I was just keeping an eye out for any potential chances of intruders, Soichirou-sama."

Kuzuki fixed his piercing, cold gaze on her, making her both tremble in anticipation and adoration at the man, yet fear that she may have upset him, her precious person. This man had been the one to find her, and give her a home, a purpose in this time and age, and was the first and only person to ever show her genuine kindness, dedication and unflinching loyalty. Even if he didn't seem capable of loving, she loved everything about this man, and would do anything to remain with him, no matter how evil or despicable, no matter how many she would have to hurt.

Anything.

Kuzuki held his piercing stare for another second, before simply asking "Is he a problem?"

Caster blinked those beautiful eyes in surprise, once again underestimating the man she loved. Those words were pure and simplistic, yet spoke his faith in her to an unlimited level. She knew what he was asking already, it was obvious.

Did she need him to kill the teen?

There wasn't even a hint of hesitation in the man, simply desiring to know what she wanted of him, almost like he was the Servant between the two of them. He wasn't being subservient; he just asked what it was she needed as if it was the most obvious thing on the planet, and she knew if she said yes, that person would be dead before she awoke tomorrow.

But that would be a complete waste.

"Ah, no…I was merely curious, he seems to have higher Prana reserves than average, but he doesn't seem to be a Magus, just another untrained, like that Ryuudou boy, Issei." Caster quickly spilled out, eager to hide her actual thoughts on the subject from Kuzuki.

At first, just like she explained, she thought the boy simply to be the same as the Monk's son, that Issei, just a human with higher than average latent magical reserves that had never been tapped into. However, after seeing that rather brutish little confrontation the teen had with the older brother of Issei (who had no magical talent she could detect, just an average human), she had been suspicious of the capacity the orange haired teen had shown for battle.

Most likely the boy was utilising his Prana reserves subconsciously to bolster his body's ability to fight. This wasn't unusual as humans with magical capacity often ended up utilising their powers in strange and surprising methods, even if they had no knowledge of it or knew they were capable of it. That Issei boy was the same, Caster was certain the boy could sense magical reserves within other people even if he didn't know it, which was why he was uncomfortable around her and being near her presence.

Due to her suspicions, she had eventually chosen to use a relatively unused branch of her magic, almost disgustingly alike that god awful atrocity they called *Modern Magecraft* (the barbarians) to cast a Biological Analysis on the teen. The fact that the boy's body hadn't even attempted to resist the magic made her feel as though her suspicion was off, until it revealed the truth

The simple spell she had cast on the boy had analysed the condition of his magical circuits as well as his reserves, and while the reserves truly did seem low, they oddly enough seemed to be increasing in proximity to the temple, almost like he was subconsciously accessing the Ley Lines without any mage craft intervention of his own, a very unusual mutation in a human.

It wasn't a useful ability, as accessing Mana in your surroundings was almost the bread and butter of Magecraft, as easy as living and breathing to any 3rd Rate Magus, even these modern day shams. However, seeing it manifest in an untrained human was rather strange.

But it wasn't that which had Caster amazed when the results came in from the Magecraft she used, oh no. It was the sheer capacity of his circuits!

It was unbelievable, the boy possessed only a meagre 20 circuits, which from her understanding of the knowledge imparted by the Grail was around the average for a modern day first generation Magus (coincidentally, the same number as the first fool who dared to believe himself her Master). However, each singular circuit that boy possessed would have surpassed the combined output of her original Master's twenty, plus the ten contained within his pitiful Magic Crest!

In other words, the boy's 20 circuits totalled together may very well surpass the same capacity an average Magus who had access to 300 circuits would have had! His maximum output at any one instant could have shamed the full capacity of a weak Servant! There hadn't been any known examples amongst the Grail Knowledge of this kind of potential in humanity since her own times, the Age of the Gods!

Think of the possibilities that would happen if she had access to this boy's circuits!

What's more, that boy was a Master, the 6th candidate. The command seal the boy was too stupid to think of covering on the back of his hand was obvious proof of that. Her analysis of the incredibly complex Grail System hiding beneath the temple yesterday had revealed enough to understand that there were still two unfulfilled seats amongst the Servants, and at least one of them was a Knight Class, meaning there was still either a Saber, an Archer or a Lancer up for the summoning, and if she was the gambling type, she would put everything on the uninitiated, oblivious teen being the one the Knight was being kept in reserve for.

This changed everything; a clueless Master without Servant was happily wandering about her territory without any knowledge of his impending role in the war, one who not only had almost unparalleled ability to conduct Prana in his circuits which would have any Magus in this modern day damn the magical secrecy and kidnap the boy from the streets if they learnt of it, but was also a dead cert for one of the Knight Class Servants.

Oh, she had plans for that teen, and his death would certainly put a stopper to those.

Kizuki simply looked at her once again with that cold, emotionless stare, before simply taking his suit coat off to hang up. He could tell Caster was up to something, but it didn't matter to him, she was free to do anything she wanted to. Since she obviously didn't want the teen dead, then he simply wouldn't get involved with the situation until she needed him.

However, for perhaps the second time in his life, Kuzuki felt a strange feeling inside. He paused, realising with some surprise that he wanted to face the teen, to match his own fists against that strange man, not in a simple spar, but in a battle where their existences were on the line. He felt for one second, perhaps he might find something if he fought that man, meaning perhaps. Yes, perhaps he may discover some part of himself if he fought him. Even if that battle were to end with his death…

"Soichirou-sama?"

A glance down lead him to see that Caster had abandoned the crystal sphere, her hand softly on his sleeve as she looked up at him with true concern in her eyes.

Concern for him.

Just like that, the idea was dismissed from his mind, forever. Perhaps it was true that he would find some part of himself in that battle, but he had already made his choice when he had first felt that feeling inside what he assumed to be his heart. That day he had met this woman before him, covered from head to toe in rain and blood, her existence fading before his eyes, a blood drenched dagger barely held in her hands, those eyes of hers filled with pain, anger and fear, her words as she begged him, a complete stranger for help.

He had decided there and then without any hesitation that he would do anything necessary to fulfil the needs of the person before him. For the first time in his life, he felt something inside him stir, and this woman was the source. He could never fulfil the debt he had to this woman, for making him feel *something* inside, and he would never do anything to make Caster look the same way again as she did that night.

"There is nothing wrong, Caster." Kuzuki said once more in that same complete monotone, before heading in the direction of the shougi door that separated the main room from the kitchen area, asking again in the same complete monotone "Have you eaten yet, Caster?"

"Ah!" Caster suddenly tried to dash forward, a slight blush across her beautiful features as she cut in front of Kuzuki, gesturing randomly towards the orb, turning the display of the orange haired teen off as she quickly interjected in an almost embarrassed tone "I-I would like to cook if it's alright…"

Kuzuki once again just fixed her with that ever present stare, before nodding slightly and returning to the main room to sit by the kotatsu, completely ignoring the existence of the crystal ball on its opposite end as he sat with stoic poise, simply waiting like a statue for whatever would come next.

As Caster went about the strangely normal household duty of being a housewife, completely content with doing such a simple duty as one of the few things she could do for her Master openly, The Witch of Betrayal once again went over all of her numerous machinations and plans within her head, planning ceaselessly on the methods she would use to win this war.

She would kill, she would deceive, she would sacrifice innocents, she would commit murder, any and every kind of atrocity she had to in order to win this war.

Afte all, she was Medea, The Witch of Betrayal, and even if she had never originally wanted this curse, it was now what she was best at.

All to win the Holy Grail War.

All for her wish, a wish she had never once had in her entire life, and never once imagined she would want when she came into this war.

To live a new life alongside the man she loved with all her heart.

(Next time on The Magus Guardian)

Night starts to fall on the Day of Fate, Ichigo has a surprise run in with a golden haired man with a strange curiosity in him, one who asks him questions without expecting answers, and leaves with the enigmatic advice to summon it soon, and make sure it was the *Saber*...

And to make things worse, blood is on the winds, and so Ichigo finds himself dashing headfirst towards the Fuyuki City high school, the origin of the scent, desperately hoping he is fast enough to save the life he can sense already fading...

Well, thats that! I was hoping to portray a more humane side to Caster in this chapter. Sorry for Medea lovers, she is still going to be the big bitch of the story and a serious antagonist, but I just wanted to portray this small snapshot of her for the anime-exclusive fans who perhaps didn't quite realise what Caster was about.

Cya all next time!