What's up, everyone! This is GKC here bringing you a new story set in Fate/stay night. A self-insert to be more precise.
I've seen so many that I wanted to try my own hand at an SI story involving Fate/stay night. Not sure which route it will take but maybe I'll just mess it up for the shits and giggles.
Anyways, I've been scratching my head on how I was gonna do this but a friend showed me a picture of a certain Servant and it got my juices flowing.
Just a heads-up: It's M-rated. So expect a lot of f-words being thrown left and right in case someone decides to bitch about it.
Now for the disclaimer: I do not own, except my OCs, the Fate series. All rights belong to Type-Moon and Kinoko Nasu-sama.
Now let's get this party started… BEGIN!
Chapter 1: A Dream and Reality
Lucid dreaming is quite an impressive experience.
It's as if you're in a whole different world. Everything you experience seems to transfer to your body.
From the slightest touch to the deepest pain.
I never questioned how such a thing is possible. Rather, I just let it run its course for as long as possible.
Dreams were endless but even the dreamer needs to awaken.
At least, that's what I believed until my dream took a complete 180. For one thing, I was in some sort of establishment that played corny music from the Renaissance.
Another thing is the stage. Something I would usually see in a high school talent show. Pretty weird to dream about something like this. But that was second to none when the red velvet curtains suddenly moved as if someone was coming out.
As soon as I thought of it, out came someone from the side- Oh… oh! Ohhhhhh! GodDAMN! Who is this?!
Stepping out onto the stage, was a beautiful young woman with long, unkempt white hair, startling greenish-yellow eyes, and a voluptuous hourglass figure with possibly the biggest breasts I had ever seen in my life. She wore… Wait, what is she wearing? I can't really tell. But holy shit, she is making it look good.
Then from the stage floor, a metal pole sprang out until it hit the ceiling. Wait, is she-
The woman suddenly takes hold of the pole and…grinds her body against it.
Hell yeah! Lucid strip show!
Seems the woman was also eager to give me the show. Her eyes stared deeply into mine, which seemed oddly hypnotic.
For some reason, she looked familiar…
As I kept my eyes on her, she continued grinding her body, eventually placing the pole in her cleavage, cupping her breasts and moving them up and down.
Best. Dream. Ever.
I wonder what they feel like…?
The woman looked at me and seemed to speak but no words came out of her mouth. Instead, what came out was-
*RIIIIIING*
I shot awake from the loud noise, blinking several times in shock as the enticing dream was disrupted and I was brought back to reality.
"Dammit, I liked that dream." I cursed, rubbing the crap out of my eyes as I reached for my glasses to put them on. Strange, I didn't hear my cat make a sound nor felt its fuzzy body against my-
My vision cleared as I found myself in a fancy apartment room. Something I don't remember being in.
"The hell? Where the fuck am I?" I couldn't help but ask myself. This definitely isn't my apartment and I don't have the funds to afford something like this place.
Pushing myself out of the soft comforts of the king-sized bed, I found a set of clothes resting on a chair that looked strangely like a school uniform.
"Why the hell is a uniform here-" I paused when I took note of how familiar the uniform seemed. It was tan in color with a white shirt that looked to be hidden by a tan school jacket and there were pants of the same color. Resting beside those clothes were transfer papers with my picture, my credentials and my name that were written in English and Japanese. The transfer papers were for a place called Homurahara High…
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No… no way! NO FUCKING WAY! THAT CAN'T BE RIGHT!
I'm in the Fate universe!?
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I couldn't help but scream my head off. I mean could you blame me?! I didn't get hit by Truck-kun, but somehow I'm in the Fate universe!
I've read and watched the material of Kinoko Nasu-sama and the rest of the Type-Moon series. I know how fucked it can be. If I'm in this world with transfer papers for Homurahara High then I'm in Fuyuki, Japan. The site of the Holy Grail War in the mainstream media. Problem is, which year? The time of the 4th Grail War or the 5th one?
I checked for a newspaper. Normally, those things had the year of publication at the top.
2004
Yep, I'm in the 5th one…
Normally, this war is more tame than the Fourth because, I'll be honest, I'd fucking die ten times over in that one.
Plus, it has some of my favorite Servants in the War. But if I've been isekai'd here…
Ah shit, don't tell me!
No wait, calm down, I have a 1 in 3rd chance. It's either Fate, UBW, or Heaven's Feel. And I hope to God it's not Heaven's Feel.
And who knows, maybe I won't actually be a Master. I mean, I don't have Magic Circuits. So I doubt the Grail (aka Angra Mainyu) would take notice of me. One thing I will be doing is that I'm gonna protect Sakura-chan with my life. She is precious. She is innocent. And she doesn't deserve the shit she had to go through. Plus, I'll beat the living shit out of Shinji and burn his corpse before scattering his ashes.
But should I really get involved? It's really none of my business. I just wanna get back home. Boring though it may be, it's still my life.
Then again…isekai protags can gain awesome powers and a potential girlfriend, maybe even a harem.
Regardless, I'll worry about the hows and whys later. Right now, I might as well see how *shiver* my school is like…
Monday morning.
School day.
I hate Mondays and I hate school.
Those were the thoughts that ran through my brain as I followed other teenagers wearing the same uniform I was. Frankly speaking, I shouldn't be in school. I graduated years ago. Curse my youthful appearance. But then again, it does have its perks. One, my body felt stronger and leaner than my usual weight, which definitely felt like my high school figure.. Two, I'm somehow charmingly handsome. And three, and I need you to pay attention to this one… I somehow got a bigger package. I mean, I've already got African American genes but…when you see your little you after taking a shower suddenly seem bigger than usual, kinda freaks me out.
I always had that mysterious charm about me back in high school (even though I preferred being left alone) but this was like someone altered my body to suit this world.
Oh, I arrived at the entrance.
The school building reminded me of a place in Germany I went to for my final year of high school. The breeze was a little chilly but my body was used to it. I don't like the cold but this is tolerant.
When I passed through the entrance, a pressure enshrouded my body. It felt as if something was draining me of my strength.
Fuck, if this is what I think it is then how much time do I have before the Grail War begins? Because I certainly don't wanna be turned into a bloody soup.
Hunching over to catch my breath, a few students pass by me, giving me weird looks that annoyed me. It's like they've never seen an American before.
"Excuse me, are you okay?"
Looking up, I found myself staring into the purple orbs of a beautiful teenage girl with plum-colored hair that had a red ribbon and she wore the female school uniform of Homurahara High. The top is doing little to hide her impressively modest breasts size.
I couldn't believe it. I was talking to the adorable kouhai of the suicidal Hero of Justice: Sakura Matou.
"Uh…" I said like an idiot that had no experience with girls. A quick clearing of my throat and regaining my composure, I offered the girl a smile. "Yeah, just…a little bit tired. Woke up earlier than I wanted."
"Is that so,"
"Yeah, plus I'm still getting used to walking long distances since I moved here."
"Oh, you're a transfer student?"
"Yep, transferred here today, actually." I told her. It wasn't a complete lie since I really did arrive here today…with no fucking clue how.
"Your Japanese is surprisingly good." Sakura compliments.
Wait, I was speaking Japanese? To me, it sounded like she was speaking English. I mean, I have been studying and learning Japanese whenever I have free time but this is just weird.
"Thank you." I replied with an upbeat grin. "I studied a lot." If you count manga, anime, and video games. Along with the occasional Japanese drama. "Oh right. My name's Chris. Chris, uh…" I debated on whether or not I should use my real surname or not but then a thought came to me. "Holmes. Chris Holmes. Or is it Holmes Chris…" I pondered.
Sakura could only giggle. Ah, it sounds so cute! How could someone so sweet go through such hell!?
If I ever get the chance, I will kill that worm fuck, Zouken Matou.
"So, Miss…" I paused, pretending that I didn't know the girl's name.
"Ah. I'm sorry. I'm Sakura. Matou Sakura. It's nice to meet you, Holmes-san." She bowed to me.
"Ah, just call me Chris. I'm not one for formalities." I waved off. Mostly because I don't like them. "So Matou-san, care to show me around? I'm still new around here."
"Yes, of-"
"Oi, Sakura!"
Ahhhhh, this motherfucker…
Approaching the two of us was a teenage boy with seaweed-like dark blue hair and dark purple eyes. He had the most arrogant face that I just wanted to punch. I knew this little shit and the things he would do. Shinji Matou, the 'Master' of Rider. And Sakura's older brother, which is actually bullshit since Sakura is actually a Tohsaka.
"Onii-sama…" Sakura whimpered, as she somewhat stood behind me, her fingers already touching my jacket sleeve. Whether it was out of fear or instinct, I didn't know. But I knew about their relationship. It was toxic as fuck, and I hated every bit of it.
"Why the hell weren't you at home? Were you fooling around with Emiya again?" Shinji questioned the girl, even when he said 'Emiya' with such venomous hate that it would barely be noticed by regular people.
"N-No, I-"
"Huh?" Shinji looked up at me. "And who the hell is this gaijin?"
Oh, we're gonna play this game now, huh?
"This gaijin is about two seconds away from kicking your scrawny ass if you talk to your sister like that again." I warned the seaweed-haired punk. I know I shouldn't be threatening a teenager but I don't like it when someone abuses or belittles others.
"Hah?! What did you say, gaijin?!" Shinji snapped, causing a few students to stop walking and watch the commotion. Damn this asshole…
"You don't wanna start something with me." I pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose, staring at Shinji with my dark brown eyes. "It won't end well for you."
"You think just because you're American, that's gonna intimidate-"
"Listen here, you little piece of shit…" I muttered darkly, oh so much, that the temperature must have gone down a few degrees or so. "I don't care who you are, and I don't care if you're Sakura's brother, but if you don't step back now, I'll make you regret you ever existed. So much, not even Satan himself will welcome you to Hell."
Shinji flinched but kept his hated glare at me. "This isn't over, gaijin."
"No, I doubt it is." I remarked. "Now beat it."
"Che…" Shinji clicked his tongue in annoyance, then spared one last glance at Sakura, before storming off into the building. Afterwards, the students who watched the whole thing either murmured amongst themselves, or went back to their usual routine.
I sighed as I looked over my shoulder, flashing Sakura a soft smile. "You alright?"
"U-Unn," Sakura nodded timidly.
"Hey, if he ever talks to you like that or bullies you, tell me and I'll knock some sense into him." I assured her.
"You don't… have to…"
"No really, I'm cool with it. In America, we don't tolerate that kind of behavior. It's in our nature to do what is right."
Sakura's cheek turned pink, which made her seem cute. Yeah that's it. I'm protecting Sakura-chan.
"So, about showing me around?" I asked with a toothy grin.
"Oh yes, please follow me." Sakura smiled, leading me into the building.
The tour around the school was pretty simple. Sakura showed me the location of the principal's office, the teacher's office, the classrooms, and most of all, my favorite spot: the cafeteria.
Overall, it seemed normal for a Japanese high school.
"So, Matou-san, anything else I should know?" I asked my temporary guide.
"Oh, well, from your class schedule, you seem to be in Fujimura-sensei's homeroom. I should warn you not to get her name wrong."
So I'm in the tiger's homeroom, huh? This is gonna be interesting. After all, she was the Jaguar Man in Fate/Grand Order. And surprisingly well-endowed. A shame people don't appreciate her that much. Then again, her grandpa is head of the yakuza in the city. Yeah~ very under-appreciated.
"Why's that?" I asked her, feigning ignorance.
"Students who mention her name differently… tend to receive a bokken over the head." Sakura told me.
So, don't call her Tiger then. Saves me brain cells.
"Well, I'll take your words to heart." I replied with a chuckle.. "Anything else? Any classmates worth noting? Other than your brother…"
"Well, there's Tohsaka-senpai. She's… rather popular." Sakura looked like a kicked puppy when she talked about her biological sister. I guess being around someone that reminded her of the life she once had only made her miserable.
"Tohsaka, huh? Anyone else?" I asked.
"There's also Emiya-senpai. He's…" This time, her cheeks were burning red.
"Ah~ someone you like?" I teased.
"N-No, it's nothing like that at all!" Sakura denied, waving her hands frantically. Ah~ the sweet innocence radiating from her…
"Oh, I'm sure it isn't." I replied, totally not believing her. "Anyway, classes seem like they're about to begin. You should probably go. I can find my way to my classroom."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, thanks to the tour you gave me." I smiled again. "Thanks a lot. I'll see you around lunch time?"
Sakura gave me a timid smile and nodded, "Unn."
Dammit! Why is she so freaking adorable!?
"Alright, catch ya later." I gave her a swift wave and strolled down the hall towards my assigned homeroom.
Finding my assigned homeroom was easier than I thought. Second Years were on the second floor after all.
Though imagine my surprise when I found the Tiger herself waiting for me by the door, no doubt preparing to introduce me to the class.
"Yo," I greeted.
"Oh, you must be the new transfer." Taiga said.
"I am. Chris Holmes, at your service." I said, bowing to her. "Please take care of me, sensei."
"Wow, an American that speaks Japanese and knows the customs." Taiga said with awe before looking off to the side. "Not to mention he's cute."
"Excuse me?"
"Oh nothing! Don't mind me! Just useless banter!" Taiga laughed forcefully.
Yeah, nice try. I already heard what you said. Giving me ideas for a potential Student/Teacher relationship route which I will hold off for later.
"So…am I gonna wait out here any longer to greet my classmates?" I pondered.
"Ah right, you'll be introduced soon."
*DING DONG DING DONG! DING DONG DING DONG!*
"Classes just started it seems." I pointed out.
"Crap! I gotta get in there!" Taiga panicked as she immediately opened the door and ran inside. What followed next was the sound of Taiga tripping and crashing onto the floor. I can imagine all of her students' sweat dropping right now.
"WAKE UP, TIGER!" I heard the students inside yell in unison, triggering the teacher.
"Don't call me that!"
Huh… so they're in on that. Maybe calling her Tiger won't be so bad after all.
I heard Taiga regain her composure and she started talking to her class, telling them about a new transfer student, aka me. I took that as my cue to enter the room.
Of course, being the new transfer student, everyone's gonna start talking about me. And I'm sure after homeroom, between that and first period, there's gonna be the mandatory Question Time where everyone gathers around the new student aka me, and asks everything about me. Lovely…
When I entered the room, I was greeted with a multitude of different faces that were staring at me like a sideshow attraction. It was pretty uncomfortable. But I ignored it and set about writing my name in English because, let's be honest, I may be able to read Japanese but writing it is an entirely different can of worms to be opened.
"It is a pleasure to meet you all." I said to the class after turning to face them. "My name is Chris Holmes. And I transferred here from the United States of America. I hope we get along." Following that came a polite bow.
No doubt that the students were surprised that I know Japanese fluently. Their murmurs of me being proof of that.
"Okay, settle down. Now, Holmes-san will be with us for the semester before he returns to America. So I expect each of you to treat him with respect." Taiga informed her class. She turned her attention to me. "Holmes-san, why don't you take a seat next to Emiya-kun?"
What? For the love of God, no…
Anyone but him…
…I'll even take the Twin-tailed Tsundere!
"Uh… who?" I asked.
"Emiya-kun, can you raise your hand?" Taiga called out, to which a hand was raised. Ahhhh… there he is. That idealistic fool of a Magus. Seriously, if he didn't follow Kiritsugu's ideals of a hero, the series would've been much better…
…I, honestly, never saw the appeal of him. He was a suicidal idiot that ran headfirst into problems without even thinking. Not only that, he thinks taking on all the World's problems will make him a hero. Honestly, he never heard of the Avengers or the Justice League. No hero fights alone. Then again, I guess that's why he and Saber are perfect for each other.
Arrrrrrrrrrgh, but even then, he's still a suicidal idiot with no common sense!
With a sulk, I strolled over to the empty seat next to a boy with auburn red hair and amber eyes. He gave me a friendly smile while I merely nodded in acknowledgement as I sat down at my seat.
"Alright then, now that Holmes-san has settled in, let's begin!"
My favorite period has finally arrived…
LUNCH TIME!
My only chance to try out actual Japanese food, even if they are basically snacks.
Until a realization came to me…
"I DON'T HAVE ANY FREAKING MONEEEEEEY!" I screamed in despair.
Everyone stared at me with either shock or sweat drops. I couldn't blame them since I did shout out of nowhere.
But frankly, I couldn't help it. I was in Japan, sure. Unfortunately, I woke up without anything from my world like my cellphone or my wallet. Which meant no ID, no Driver's license, and no fucking money!
"I can get you lunch." Emiya offered.
"You don't really have to…" I muttered with a slump of my shoulders and my head hanging down.. However, my growling stomach betrayed my words. 'Damn you, hungry belly!'
"It's no trouble at all." Shirou replied as he headed over to purchase a school bento lunch for me.
Well, there's one perk about a Hero of Justice at school.
"Sorry…and thanks." I said.
"It's no problem. I like helping people in need." The auburn-haired teen replied with a smile as he returned with a bento. "I didn't know what you liked, so I purchased the first one I could grab."
I shrugged, accepting the bento box from the young man. "It's cool. As long as I get something in my belly, I'm all good." I then grabbed the chopsticks provided, and split them in two. "Itadakimasu." I bowed slightly before opening my bento box. Man, real life doesn't do bento boxes justice like this one. From the smell, I could tell it was chicken katsu. I only ever had this in sushi restaurants. Along with it was a serving of rice, and a few snow peas. I took a piece of chicken cutlet and took a bite.
…
…
Meh, I've had better.
As I ate my meal, I took notice that Emiya had sat next to me.
"Something you want?" I questioned.
"Eh? Oh, no, I just thought you might need a friend." Shirou replied with a sheepish grin.
'We barely know each other, you weirdo…' I said in my head as I continued eating. "Whatever." I shrugged while chewing my food. I took a subtle glance at the teen's hands for any sign of a sigil. Much to my dislike, I spotted the barely formed tattoo of a Command Seal. 'So it's almost time. Meaning tonight is the night for a summoning.'
"By the way, Holmes-san, what brought you out here to Fuyuki?" Emiya questioned.
"Business from my folks. Had to move out here." I swiftly told him. It was the only believable story I could offer since anything else would be unclear or have holes in the tale.
"Oh, I see." Shirou nodded in understanding.
Of course, he believed that. This guy would believe anything unless it was something related to evil. If, for some reason, I manage to become a Master and summon a Servant, he might make for a good pawn to use in the Grail War.
In any case, I was about finished with my lunch and laid down my chopsticks. "Thanks for the food." I clapped my hands together then proceeded to throw the empty bento box away.
"Hey, Holmes-san," Shirou said, trying to get my attention. I briefly stopped from leaving as I glanced at the redhead. "There's supposedly a serial killer going around. Will you be alright going home?"
He must be referring to the unfortunate deaths involving Heroic Spirits that were forced or willingly drained souls of civilians. Well, if I'm lucky enough, I should avoid that kind of bad end. Though, knowing me, my Luck is probably as shitty as Lancer's. The good bruh doesn't deserve that kinda shit.
"Serial killer? And here I thought Japan's the safest country in the world." I raised an eyebrow. "What gives?"
"It's been happening for the past few weeks and I'm worried about other students, including those that just transferred here. I hope you don't mind, Holmes-san."
"I'll be fine. Even if they somehow get to me, they're gonna wish they never messed with an American like me." Though I only say that because my folks were former military and my only fighting experience was wrestling with my friends or shooting guns with my dad.
Shirou released a breath of relief and smiled, "That's good. I've got a lot to worry about when it comes to students."
"Here's a piece of advice. Don't worry about everything."
The redhead blinked in confusion. "But if I'm gonna be a Hero of Justice, I need to help on a moment's notice."
"Ah! Ah! Ah! That right there is your problem." I stopped him. "You can't do everything by yourself and think everything's gonna be okay. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about."
"But-"
"Emiya. Listen to me. What you do is up to you but no 'superhero' has ever fought alone. Or should I bring up Superman or Spiderman?"
"I…"
"Heroes they were, but they didn't do it alone. They had people that supported them along the way no matter how big or small. But like I said, what you do is up to you. You're free to ignore my advice. It's your life." I said with a shrug before leaving the cafeteria, passing by other students that had either just finished their own lunch or were chatting with friends for the remainder of the lunch period.
Maybe by the end of this school day, I might get lucky and avoid an encounter with a Servant.
Or maybe not…
Immediately after school had ended, I took a quicker route back to my 'apartment' in Fuyuki (still not sure how I got there) but I ended up with a brief surprise from a chain wrapped around my left arm and nearly yanked it out of the socket.
"GAHHH! WHAT THE-!"
I could've sworn I saw something purple. Actually, the chain and the brief flash of purple was already clear enough who my assailant had been.
Dammit, it's Rider!
On one hand, I was meeting with one of the hottest waifus in Fate/stay night, especially with the way she's crouched like that with her shapely ass in the air. But then again, she's always the first one to die except for Heaven's Feel.
"Okay, I'm not into bondage, but if you would be so kind as to let go, that'd be appreciated." I said to the blindfolded woman. My eyes did wander to her cleavage which seemed to be pressed together. "Though…if you wanted some fun, you could've just asked."
Yes, I know, why would I talk to someone that could snap me in two? Simple, I rant when I panic and being a sarcastic ass is part of my charm.
Rider seemed to slightly tilt her head. "You are a strange one."
I shrug, "Says the lady in a tight-fitting dress and wearing a blindfold."
Rider stared at me for what seemed like forever…until she loosened the chains and retracted them back to her. "Who are you?"
Well, since I didn't seem to be in immediate danger, I might as well be courteous. Let it not be said that I was a full-on jerk. My mother raised a gentleman after all. "Holmes, Chris Holmes. And may I know the name of the woman that nearly tore my arm off?"
"I cannot disclose that to you." The woman said curtly. "But you may simply call me Rider."
"Rider, huh? Okay, Miss Rider, why did you decide to attack me?" I questioned.
"You threatened my Master…"
Ah, so Shinji decided to be a spiteful bastard. No surprise there. But I sincerely doubt he would send Rider just to kill me.
"...plus, your soul smelt… enticing."
…
Okay, I wasn't expecting that.
"Excuse me…?" I blinked. "Can you clarify what you mean by that?"
"Your soul… I could sense something strong. It's so much…" Rider's posture seemed to tense and I suddenly felt like a mouse before a lion. "...I must have a taste!" She lunged at me, her chained daggers primed to pierce flesh.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" I cried out, dodge rolling left and right. "Hey, we were being civilized a moment ago! How about restraining yourself?!"
Rider didn't seem keen on listening. In fact, her pace only got faster and because she was beyond a mere human, I had no chance against her. One of her daggers was thrown at my head and I barely managed to avoid it. At least, until the dagger sliced open my shoulder, much to my discomfort.
"Ergh…!"
Next thing I knew, I was suddenly grabbed from behind, one arm wrapped around my waist and the other wrapped around my head. My blood ran cold as I was caught in an embrace of what would be my death. It didn't help that her boobs were pressed against my back. But her hot breath against my neck only sent a cold shiver of fear down my spine.
"H-Hey… let's not be hasty…" I got out.
"Don't worry. I'll make sure that your death is quick." Rider purred in her sultry tone of voice.
This was it.
I was gonna die.
My soul was gonna be sucked from my body and left to rot in this world.
I can't die now.
Not here…
…I needed to go back home.
I MUST GO BACK HOME!
"Is that your wish?"
Huh?!
Next thing I knew, everything around me went black.
Suddenly, I wasn't in some dark alleyway wrapped up in the grip of a Servant. Instead, I was in a white void and nothing seemed to be visible except me. Oh god, I'm like Stewie and Brian trapped in the white void. And I don't have a return pad to overload either!
There's no need to panic.
Huh?
Something just talked to me in my head. Or maybe it talked to me in general? Just where the hell am I?
I would not worry about where. Worry about your present predicament.
Oh, right. I still have Rider about to suck out my soul.
Do you wish for power?
…power?
You want to live, don't you?
Yes…
You want to go home?
…yes.
Then the answer is simple: Summon your Servant.
But I don't have-
I will assist in the summoning. You need only visualize the Servant that you want.
…
…
I want power. I want to live. I want to go home…
…I WANT TO SURVIVE!
I felt my consciousness return, when I opened my eyes, below my feet was the summoning circle. Rider had taken notice and immediately backed off from me. I then felt a searing pain on the back of my left hand, and wouldn't you know it, I got Command Seals. But the strange thing is, they were shaped almost like a cross made of blades with a strange marking that resembled a cloak.
"Impossible, he's a Master?!" It seems Rider was equally as shocked as I was.
But I wasn't focused on her. I was focused on the summoning circle and the Heroic Spirit that would answer my call. Stepping out of it, I held out my left hand towards the summoning circle.
Silver and iron to the origin.
Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone.
The ancestor is my great master Schweinorg.
The alighted wind becomes a wall.
The gates in the four directions close.
Coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulates.
Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill.
Repeat every five times.
Simply, shatter once filled.
"I won't let you!" Rider shouted, throwing her daggers, but for some reason, they were deflected by the summoning circle, as if it hit an invisible barrier.
Your Self is under me, my fate is in your sword.
In accordance with the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.
Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world, I am the one who destroys all the evil of the world.
You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance!
Wait, did I say that? I didn't even realize I had spoken.
Suddenly, the circle erupted in a surge of crimson light, nearly blinding me as I used my arms to shield my eyes.
"I ask you…" A feminine voice that bordered between innocent and seductive had spoken to me. "...are you my Master?"
Once the light died down, I moved my arms to focus on the Heroic Spirit that I had summoned. And, I shit you not, my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
It was that same woman in my dream!
A/N: And that's the first chapter. Hopefully, the story is good. This is my first time trying my hand at a Self-Insert.
Just who could the Servant be? Well, you'll see soon enough.
Review and comment on this chapter. Love it, hate it, but just know that you've read it.
Peace out, everyone!