Prologue
This is the first Kamui has ever woken up in a parc.
What she is sure of is that waking because a duck quacked right into your ear is not the most pleasing experience.
She turns on her back and breathes deeply, taking in her surroundings.
Deeming her black armor too uncomfortable, she lets it vanish into particles, sighing as her sore muscles meet the dirt.
Her golden closing as she relaxes, she thinks. 'It's over. I did it.'
She got her revenge, and remembering all the people saying that seeking vengeance cannot make someone happy, she scoffs inwardly. 'What a bunch of liars.'
For the first time since, she does not remember how long ago, Kamui feels at peace. Wet and lying in mud, but at peace.
Knowing that the bitch who did everything she could to make her life as miserable as possible died chocking on her own blood feels the exhausted girl with an amount of joy she could not describe.
But...
What is she supposed to do now?
Maybe surviving until the end of the Sixth Holy Grail War might be a good start.
After all, while she is neither a Master nor a Servant, she still cleaved the throat of the Master of Saber. This would make her a wildcard and the possible target of the remaining competitors.
With a groan she stands up, cursing her sore left arm.
'Leaving Fuyuki might be the best course of action for now.' She decides as she tries to understand where she is in Fuyuki.
City with glass skyscrapers?
She never saw those ones but then again, she has not visited every parts of Fuyuki. So, check.
Mountains nearby?
No.
No?
She frowns. 'Maybe they are hidden behind the skyscrapers?'
Well...
Ocean then?
Neither.
An "Oh..." escapes her lips.
This is not Fuyuki.