p data-xf-p="1"Author's Note: I apologize for the late chapter. Allergies were killing me./p
p data-xf-p="1"So most of the chapters will be shorter than normal until I'm better./p
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p data-xf-p="1"The first rays of dawn filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow./p
p data-xf-p="1"She layed in bed for a few more moments, trying to ignore that the day had begun. With a sigh, she rolled over and reached for her electronic alarm clock on the nightstand, checking the time./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"It was 5:30 AM./p
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p data-xf-p="1"She took a deep breath, held in the scream and braced herself for the effort it took to get out of bed. Sliding to the edge, she grabbed the handles of her wheelchair, pulling it closer. She transferred herself into the chair./p
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p data-xf-p="1"Once Batgirl, now Oracle, her mornings were a testament to her resilience./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"First came her light exercises./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Even though her time on the field was over, she still maintained a modified regimen to keep the rest of her body strong./p
p data-xf-p="1"She had to thank Bruce for his help on that./p
p data-xf-p="1"She did some upper body stretches and used resistance bands to work her arms. The exercises helped, both physically and mentally, grounding her for the day ahead./p
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p data-xf-p="1"After her workout, Barbara wheeled herself into the maneuvered her wheelchair for her to brush her teeth and wash her face. It took some effort to reach for her usual cosmetics./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Next was breakfast. She wheeled herself into the kitchen, the smell of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. She reached for the amaretto creamer, adding it to her cup. She made herself a simple meal: eggs, toast, and a side of raspberries. As she ate, she glanced at the window, her mind drifting to the strange occurrences in the small japanese town , Fuyuki./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Bruce had left Gotham to handle a crisis in Japan, and the city was already feeling his absence. Barbara had taken on the mantle of coordination, guiding a fresh from college Dick (and whatever he felt that he had to keep close to the chest) and rookie Tim as they tried to keep crime at bay. The few gangs were getting bolder, sensing an opportunity with Batman gone for however long with the only good thing being almost all the big names being in either Arkham, Blackgate or just gone./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"She hated to admit it, but the stress was getting to her./p
p data-xf-p="1"She missed Bruce's unflinching (borderline inhumane) resolve./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"After breakfast, she headed to her work area. The Clocktower was a marvel of modern architecture, retrofitted by Wayne Construction./p
p data-xf-p="1"It was her fortress, her command center./p
p data-xf-p="1"She "oversaw" the prototype Wireless Fidelity (she called it, WiFi and no matter what Bruce or Luicus thought she knew it would catch on) transmitters for downtown Gotham, free promotion and testing for Wayne Tech and a perfect cover for her true identity as Oracle./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"She passed the computer cubicles on the top floor, where several spare computers hummed softly, providing extra processing power for the Batcomputer./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The hidden switch in a bust of Shakespeare was a comforting presence, as once on, the room hummed to life./p
p data-xf-p="1"Barbara logged in, her fingers flying over the keyboard./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"She had work to do./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Her thoughts kept drifting to the strange happenings in Fuyuki. The term "Servant" stuck out to her, capitalized in every report./p
p data-xf-p="1"It irked her that someone, something, had outpaced her in her own domain. She'd always prided herself on being the best she could be, and now there was this mysterious entity who seemed to have access to technologies and skills that rivaled her own./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"But she wasn't one to be outdone./p
p data-xf-p="1"(With Bruce's permission … and said Servant's encounter), she'd integrated several advanced technologies into her setup. Optimized hardware, automated security protocols, and prototype Wayne Technologies all enhanced her abilities. She had cutting-edge processors that could handle the most complex algorithms, custom-built encryption software, and state-of-the-art surveillance tools. All these advancements allowed her to gather, analyze, and disseminate information more efficiently than ever before./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"However, last night, though, something had caught her off guard./p
p data-xf-p="1"The Wayne Comm Satellites had shown unusual activity./p
p data-xf-p="1"She'd spent hours trying to decipher the patterns, only to witness something that defied explanation: a solar-based energy attack launched from one of the satellites./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The power and precision were unlike anything she'd seen before./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1""What the hell is Bruce doing?" she muttered under her breath./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Her mind raced with possibilities, none of them comforting./p
p data-xf-p="1"Was this part of his plan in Fuyuki? What had he found that warranted such extreme measures? And did the mysterious "Servant" play a role in all of this?/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"She rubbed her temples, feeling the weight of it all./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The city needed her, and she couldn't afford to be distracted./p
p data-xf-p="1"She sent a quick message to Dick and Tim, updating them on the latest intel./p
p data-xf-p="1"They were holding their own, but Gotham was always a powder keg, and it could explode at any moment./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Barbara sighed, taking a sip of her coffee. The taste of amaretto creamer was comforting, a small indulgence in the midst of chaos. She opened a new program, one of the latest designs she'd been tinkering on. It was a predictive analysis tool, if successful, capable of forecasting criminal activity with stunning accuracy. She fed it the latest data, watching as it generated heat maps and potential targets./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Always ten steps ahead, always planning for every contingency./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"A notification popped up on her screen: a new report from one of her contacts. She opened it, scanning the contents quickly. More strange occurrences, this time closer to home. She hoped that the chaos in Fuyuki wasn't somehow spilling over into Gotham./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"As the day progressed, Barbara juggled multiple tasks, her mind constantly shifting between her responsibilities. Secretly coordinating with the GCPD, offering discreet tips and insights, monitoring criminal activity, updating her allies in real-time./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1""Hang in there, Bruce," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "We'll hold the fort until you get back."/p
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p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Raiga Fujimura sat in his private office, a thick cloud of cigar smoke swirling around him./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"His office was a curious blend of traditional Japanese aesthetics and modern luxury./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The walls were adorned with ancient scrolls and sumo wrestling memorabilia, interspersed with the latest in entertainment technology such as VHS and multiple PCs./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The old man leaned back in his leather chair, his fingers drumming on the polished wooden desk./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Raiga's mind drifted to the strange happenings that had begun to plague Fuyuki over the past month. The city, usually a bustling hub of activity, had been overshadowed by an undercurrent of unease. Whispers of supernatural bat creatures, bizarre occurrences that defied explanation, had reached his ears./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The most troubling of these events was the supposed terrorist attack at the docks./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"It was officially labeled as a dirty bomb smuggled in by some Emiya fellow, but Raiga had his doubts./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The explosion had been unlike anything he'd ever seen, more reminiscent of a localized blast than a crude bomb./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Raiga's eyes narrowed as he took another puff of his cigar, the smoke curling around his weathered face. He was not a superstitious man by nature, but there was something about this incident that made him uneasy./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The Fujimura Group, was built on an "anything-goes attitude." They thrived on flexibility and adaptability, able to shift gears and navigate the murky waters of the underworld with ease. It was this very adaptability that had kept them afloat for so long./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Yet, Raiga felt an instinctive need to tread carefully now./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"He glanced at the photograph on his desk, a picture of him and his granddaughter, their faces beaming with pride after watching a match./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Raiga sighed, extinguishing his cigar in a crystal ashtray. "Strange times, indeed," he muttered to himself./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"He had always prided himself on his ability to read the tides, to sense when a storm was coming. And right now, every instinct screamed that it was time to batten down the hatches./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"He made up his mind./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"They would lay low, avoid any unnecessary attention, and wait for the storm to pass. It was a calculated risk, but one he felt was necessary. Better to lose a little now than everything later./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Raiga picked up the phone and dialed a number. "Get the word out," he said to his second-in-command. "We're scaling back operations until further notice. Keep a low profile, avoid any entanglements. Understand?"/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The voice on the other end confirmed, and Raiga hung up, feeling a sense of relief. It was the right decision, he was sure of it. Whatever was happening in Fuyuki, it was best left alone./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"For now, they would wait and watch./p
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hr /
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1""Hello, you've reached the Emergency Line-"/p
p data-xf-p="1""Hello, you've reached the Emergency Line-"/p
p data-xf-p="1""Hello, you've reached the Emergency Line-"/p
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p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The Fuyuki Docks used to be a bustling hub of activity by day, with cargo ships unloading their goods and workers scurrying about./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"But once, late at night , the docks were eerily silent, shrouded in a thick unnatural mist that clung to the air like a veil./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1" It was in this quiet, ghostly hour that the incident occurred—a blinding flash of light followed by a deafening roar, the ground shaking violently as if the very earth were tearing itself apart./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Inspector Hiroshi Sato arrived at the scene just after dawn, the first rays of sunlight piercing through the lingering haze. The docks were now a smoldering ruin, the twisted metal of shipping containers scattered like toys thrown by a petulant child. The acrid smell of burnt chemicals and charred metal hung heavy in the air, mingling with the saltiness of the sea./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Sato adjusted his gas mask and surveyed the scene./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"As a forensic investigator, he had seen his fair share of gruesome crime scenes, but this—this was something else entirely. The epicenter of the explosion was a massive crater, its edges still glowing faintly with residual heat. The sheer scale of the destruction was staggering, and Sato knew immediately that this was no ordinary explosion./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"He approached the crater cautiously, his Geiger counter clicking strangely as it detected low levels of radiation. The readings were off the charts… in the opposite direction confirming his suspicion that this was not a conventional bomb./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Pure Energy in the form of light and heat./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"He bent down to examine the soil at the edge of the crater, using a pair of tweezers to collect a sample. The earth was fused into glassy, vitrified fragments—/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"As he continued his examination, he noticed the distinct pattern of blast damage. The shockwave had radiated outward in a perfect circle, the force of the explosion flattening everything in its path. The level of precision ?/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Sato's mind raced with the implications./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"A localized thermonuclear explosion launched from a high altitude was a staggering revelation. The technology required to deliver such a strike was far beyond the reach of any known terrorist group./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"And yet, the official story being spun by the police was that of a dirty bomb smuggled in by the infamous terrorist, Kiritsugu Emiya./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Sato knew nothing of this Emiya's reputation—a shadowy figure rumored to be involved in numerous high-profile incidents./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"But even then, with all his imagined and exaggerated resources and cunning, couldn't possibly have orchestrated something of this magnitude. The pieces didn't fit, and Sato couldn't shake the feeling that there was something much larger at play./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"He stood up and walked over to where his team was setting up a makeshift command center. The air was thick with tension, the officers and investigators exchanging worried glances as they went about their tasks. Sato approached Detective Nakamura, who was hunched over a map of the docks, marking the points of interest./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1""Nakamura," Sato called out, "have you found anything unusual?"/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Nakamura looked up, his face etched with concern. "Everything about this is unusual," he replied. "The lack of radiation levels, the blast pattern—it's like nothing we've ever seen. And the higher-ups are pushing this story about a dirty bomb, but it doesn't add up."/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Sato nodded, his thoughts mirroring Nakamura's. "I agree. This was no dirty bomb. The energy signature, the precision—it all points to something much more advanced. But why would they want to frame Emiya?"/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Nakamura shrugged, a helpless gesture. "Maybe they're trying to cover up something bigger. Or maybe they just need a scapegoat. Either way, we're being fed a lie, and it's our job to find the truth."/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"As the day wore on, Sato and his team meticulously combed through the wreckage, collecting samples and documenting their findings. The deeper they delved, the more convinced Sato became that this was an operation of unprecedented scale and sophistication./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"As the night fell, the team continued their work under the harsh glare of floodlights./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The next morning, Sato met with the police commissioner to discuss his findings. The commissioner, a stern man with a no-nonsense demeanor, listened in silence as Sato presented his evidence. When Sato finished, the commissioner leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1""Your findings are compelling, Inspector Sato," the commissioner said finally. "But you must understand the delicate nature of this situation. Publicly acknowledging that this was some attack launched from who knows where could cause widespread panic and undermine national security. We need to control the narrative."/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Sato felt a surge of frustration but kept his composure. "I understand the need for caution, Commissioner," he replied. "But the truth will come out eventually. We can't afford to let misinformation spread. We need to be transparent with the public and work together to address the real threat."/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The commissioner sighed, a weary sound. "The decision is not mine alone. Higher authorities will need to weigh in on this matter. In the meantime, I expect you to continue your investigation discreetly and report any new findings directly to me."/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1""...Understood, Commissioner. I'll keep you informed."/p
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p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Saber was summoned by Kiritsugu Emiya to participate in the Fourth Holy Grail War on behalf of Jubstacheit von Einzbern and the Einzbern family./p
p data-xf-p="1"Kiritsugu was recruited by Jubstacheit to summon the legendary King Arthur./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"While surprised that she is a young woman, it didn't change anything about his plans. He partners Saber with his wife and vessel for the Lesser Grail, Irisviel von Einzbern, to act as Saber's Master in the open while he acts from behind to win with his own methods./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Saber and Irisviel arrived together in Fuyuki by plane from the Einzbern Castle in northern Europe because Saber could not dematerialize due to her … unique status./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Following the challenge of another Servant, they quickly encounter their first opponent that night. Saber engaged Lancer, and despite a mostly even fight, she is left with a wound from Gae Buidhe to her left hand that prevents her from utilizing her full strength and Excalibur./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Their fight was interrupted by the Rider, who declared the utter nonsense of his supremacy of his kingship and an invitation to join his army, but Saber claims her own kingship as a reason to never bow before another lord./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The arrival of Archer, who claimed that his own rule far exceeded their own, was another bit of silliness added to the ridiculousness before it all went to hell./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Artoria Pendragon is the legendary King of Knights, the one that ruled over the battlefields in the age of legends. In life, she commanded the Knights of the Round Table, the greatest knights to ever live and heroes that would later be sung of in legends. If summoned as a Servant, any of them would boast indisputable fame and strength, however, even among them, Artoria stood at the top./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The events of the night played over and over in her mind like a relentless highlight reel. Her hand throbbed where Lancer's cursed spear had struck, a constant reminder of the limitations imposed upon her by that vile weapon. The wound was not fatal, but it was enough to prevent her from wielding Excalibur to its full potential./p
p data-xf-p="1"It however was weaker than when it was initially inflicted for some reason./p
p data-xf-p="1"She flexed her fingers gingerly, feeling only a slight twinge of pain that accompanied each movement./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"That might be the only good thing about tonight, she had been tested in ways she had not anticipated./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Her Magic Resistance, a gift from her dragon blood, was supposed to make her nearly invincible to modern magecraft./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1" Yet, Caster's attack had bypassed it entirely, striking with a force and nature that defied her understanding./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"She closed her eyes, recalling the moment when the magical veil had enveloped them. The other Servants—Rider, with his grandiose declarations, Archer, with his disdainful arrogance—had all been caught in the blast./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The heat had been unbearable, almost searing through her defenses as she shielded Irisviel with her body. Her … "partner" in this war, had been safe, but only just./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Saber's thoughts drifted to her Master, Kiritsugu Emiya. He seemed to be a man of cold logic and ruthless efficiency, a someone that should have complimented her tactics./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1" He had seen her true form, a young woman, and it hadn't changed his plans. He had partnered her with his wife, Irisviel, to act as her Master in the open while he worked from the shadows./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"She even respected Kiritsugu's intellect and his unwavering resolve, even if she did not always agree with his exact methods./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"She was just a bit annoyed that -/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"It didn't matter, both with her as a Servant and her goals./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Tonight had shown her the true complexity of this war./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The challenge from Lancer had been honorable, a clash of warriors./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"No form of trickery that would caution the idea of acceptance and she was very confident in her victory./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"But Rider's interruption, followed by Archer's arrogance and then Caster's unfathomable attack, had thrown the night into disarray./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1" She couldn't shake the feeling that they were all being manipulated, pawns in a game./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Which left the question of strategy and tactics. She needed to reassess her approach. The ritual seemed like she'd face her enemies openly, but this … war was not the case if the enemy could fire such a devastating attack./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"It did matter if their were stipulations or limitations as she did not know any of them./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The rules were different, and so too must be her strategies. She would need to use the city's more public areas more effectively, to create a shield of sorts. It went against her morals, but this war required such an approach./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Still, it behooved her to make it highly fortified or./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Monitoring the leylines and searching for bounded fields would also be crucial. The magical infrastructure of Fuyuki was intricate, and by understanding its flow, she could predict and counter the war's enemies' movements./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Always a Caster it seems./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"She would need to work closely with Irisviel, whose knowledge of modern magecraft, whatever it may, was indispensable. Even just as a contrast even if the Caster was a mage of an older era than her./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"She had faced greater threats before—/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Morgana/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"This war was another trial, one she would face with the same determination that had seen her through countless battles./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"They would regroup, reassess, and prepare for the battles to come./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"All these thoughts passed through her head as the streets of Fuyuki were beginning to stir with the early morning activity as Saber and Irisviel moved through them. Irisviel, ever the gentle and supportive presence, sensed the weight on Saber's shoulders./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1""Saber," Irisviel said softly, using her true name as a gesture of closeness, "I know tonight was difficult, but we will find a way..."/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Saber nodded, appreciating the sentiment. "Thank you, Irisviel. Your faith in me is a great source of strength."/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"They continued in silence for a while, each lost in their thoughts./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"As they approached their residence, Saber turned to Irisviel. "We need to be strategic. Monitoring the leylines and understanding the city's magical infrastructure will be crucial. We must anticipate our enemies' moves and counter them effectively."/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Irisviel smiled, her eyes filled with confidence. "Of course. I have some ideas on how we can better utilize them."/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Saber nodded./p
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p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"As she and Saber retreated from the Fuyuki Docks, her mind was still grappling with the chaos that had unfolded./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The darkness that had enveloped them, the muffled sounds, and the sudden, blinding flashes of light—all these sensations swirled together in her memory, creating a maelstrom of fear and confusion./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"She recalled the terror of being unable to see anything, the oppressive darkness pressing in on her from all sides. Sound had been muffled, as if they were submerged underwater, making it impossible to discern what was happening around them. Irisviel had wished she could cling to Saber./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Then came the flashes of thunder, the blinding gold that seared through the darkness. She remembered the fear that gripped her heart as she saw the golden beam of energy descending from the sky./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"While it was not aimed at them directly, the sheer power and intensity of it had been enough to paralyze her with terror. At that moment, she felt utterly helpless./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Saber had acted quickly, using her own body to shield Irisviel from the heat and force of the attack./p
p data-xf-p="1" But as the danger passed and they retreated to safety, a sense of deep inadequacy settled over her./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Irisviel couldn't help but lament her uselessness./p
p data-xf-p="1"She was the vessel for the Lesser Grail, the key to her husband's dream of obtaining the Holy Grail to save it./p
p data-xf-p="1"Yet, in moments like these, she felt more like a burden than an asset. She longed to be able to aid Saber, to fight alongside her and contribute meaningfully to their cause./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"But her abilities were limited, and her role was primarily one of support./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"As they made their way through the dimly lit streets of Fuyuki, Irisviel's mind raced with thoughts of how she could do better. She was a homunculus, created with a specific purpose in mind, but her interactions with Kiritsugu and her experiences had given her a sense of self and emotions that were rare among her kind. She understood that most mages would treat Servants as mere tools, but she couldn't bring herself to see Saber that way. Saber was her partner, her protector, and Irisviel felt a deep responsibility to support her in any way she could./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"As they made their way to the mansion, Irisviel's thoughts continued to churn. She needed to be stronger, more resilient. She couldn't afford to be a liability. The weight of her husband's dream pressed heavily on her shoulders, and she was determined to do everything in her power to see it realized./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"When they finally reached the Einzbern Mansion, Irisviel felt a sense of relief wash over her. The mansion was a sanctuary, a place where they could regroup and plan their next steps. But as they entered, she was met with an unexpected sight./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Kiritsugu Emiya, her husband, stood in the foyer, looking more disheveled and disoriented than she had ever seen him. His normally sharp eyes were unfocused, and he muttered to himself in a tone of distress./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1""He found me... all this over the decade... gotta prepare..."/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Irisviel heart clenched at the sight. She had never seen Kiritsugu so shaken. She approached him cautiously, reaching out to touch his arm./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1""Kiritsugu, what's wrong?" she asked gently, her voice laced with concern./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"He turned to her, his eyes finally focusing. For a moment, there was a flicker of recognition, but it was quickly replaced by a look of haunted urgency./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1""Irisviel, we need to be ready. The enemy... they're stronger than we anticipated. We can't afford any mistakes."/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Irisviel nodded, trying to remain calm despite the fear gnawing at her. "We'll be ready, Kiritsugu. We'll face whatever comes together."/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"She glanced at Saber, who stood nearby, her expression resolute. Together, they would find a way to navigate the dangers of the Holy Grail War. Irisviel knew she had to be strong, not just for herself, but for Kiritsugu, for Saber, and for the future they all fought for./p
p data-xf-p="1"So most of the chapters will be shorter than normal until I'm better./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
hr /
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The first rays of dawn filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow./p
p data-xf-p="1"She layed in bed for a few more moments, trying to ignore that the day had begun. With a sigh, she rolled over and reached for her electronic alarm clock on the nightstand, checking the time./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"It was 5:30 AM./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"She took a deep breath, held in the scream and braced herself for the effort it took to get out of bed. Sliding to the edge, she grabbed the handles of her wheelchair, pulling it closer. She transferred herself into the chair./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Once Batgirl, now Oracle, her mornings were a testament to her resilience./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"First came her light exercises./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Even though her time on the field was over, she still maintained a modified regimen to keep the rest of her body strong./p
p data-xf-p="1"She had to thank Bruce for his help on that./p
p data-xf-p="1"She did some upper body stretches and used resistance bands to work her arms. The exercises helped, both physically and mentally, grounding her for the day ahead./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"After her workout, Barbara wheeled herself into the maneuvered her wheelchair for her to brush her teeth and wash her face. It took some effort to reach for her usual cosmetics./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Next was breakfast. She wheeled herself into the kitchen, the smell of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. She reached for the amaretto creamer, adding it to her cup. She made herself a simple meal: eggs, toast, and a side of raspberries. As she ate, she glanced at the window, her mind drifting to the strange occurrences in the small japanese town , Fuyuki./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Bruce had left Gotham to handle a crisis in Japan, and the city was already feeling his absence. Barbara had taken on the mantle of coordination, guiding a fresh from college Dick (and whatever he felt that he had to keep close to the chest) and rookie Tim as they tried to keep crime at bay. The few gangs were getting bolder, sensing an opportunity with Batman gone for however long with the only good thing being almost all the big names being in either Arkham, Blackgate or just gone./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"She hated to admit it, but the stress was getting to her./p
p data-xf-p="1"She missed Bruce's unflinching (borderline inhumane) resolve./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"After breakfast, she headed to her work area. The Clocktower was a marvel of modern architecture, retrofitted by Wayne Construction./p
p data-xf-p="1"It was her fortress, her command center./p
p data-xf-p="1"She "oversaw" the prototype Wireless Fidelity (she called it, WiFi and no matter what Bruce or Luicus thought she knew it would catch on) transmitters for downtown Gotham, free promotion and testing for Wayne Tech and a perfect cover for her true identity as Oracle./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"She passed the computer cubicles on the top floor, where several spare computers hummed softly, providing extra processing power for the Batcomputer./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The hidden switch in a bust of Shakespeare was a comforting presence, as once on, the room hummed to life./p
p data-xf-p="1"Barbara logged in, her fingers flying over the keyboard./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"She had work to do./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Her thoughts kept drifting to the strange happenings in Fuyuki. The term "Servant" stuck out to her, capitalized in every report./p
p data-xf-p="1"It irked her that someone, something, had outpaced her in her own domain. She'd always prided herself on being the best she could be, and now there was this mysterious entity who seemed to have access to technologies and skills that rivaled her own./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"But she wasn't one to be outdone./p
p data-xf-p="1"(With Bruce's permission … and said Servant's encounter), she'd integrated several advanced technologies into her setup. Optimized hardware, automated security protocols, and prototype Wayne Technologies all enhanced her abilities. She had cutting-edge processors that could handle the most complex algorithms, custom-built encryption software, and state-of-the-art surveillance tools. All these advancements allowed her to gather, analyze, and disseminate information more efficiently than ever before./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"However, last night, though, something had caught her off guard./p
p data-xf-p="1"The Wayne Comm Satellites had shown unusual activity./p
p data-xf-p="1"She'd spent hours trying to decipher the patterns, only to witness something that defied explanation: a solar-based energy attack launched from one of the satellites./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The power and precision were unlike anything she'd seen before./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1""What the hell is Bruce doing?" she muttered under her breath./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Her mind raced with possibilities, none of them comforting./p
p data-xf-p="1"Was this part of his plan in Fuyuki? What had he found that warranted such extreme measures? And did the mysterious "Servant" play a role in all of this?/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"She rubbed her temples, feeling the weight of it all./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The city needed her, and she couldn't afford to be distracted./p
p data-xf-p="1"She sent a quick message to Dick and Tim, updating them on the latest intel./p
p data-xf-p="1"They were holding their own, but Gotham was always a powder keg, and it could explode at any moment./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Barbara sighed, taking a sip of her coffee. The taste of amaretto creamer was comforting, a small indulgence in the midst of chaos. She opened a new program, one of the latest designs she'd been tinkering on. It was a predictive analysis tool, if successful, capable of forecasting criminal activity with stunning accuracy. She fed it the latest data, watching as it generated heat maps and potential targets./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Always ten steps ahead, always planning for every contingency./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"A notification popped up on her screen: a new report from one of her contacts. She opened it, scanning the contents quickly. More strange occurrences, this time closer to home. She hoped that the chaos in Fuyuki wasn't somehow spilling over into Gotham./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"As the day progressed, Barbara juggled multiple tasks, her mind constantly shifting between her responsibilities. Secretly coordinating with the GCPD, offering discreet tips and insights, monitoring criminal activity, updating her allies in real-time./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1""Hang in there, Bruce," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "We'll hold the fort until you get back."/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
hr /
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Raiga Fujimura sat in his private office, a thick cloud of cigar smoke swirling around him./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"His office was a curious blend of traditional Japanese aesthetics and modern luxury./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The walls were adorned with ancient scrolls and sumo wrestling memorabilia, interspersed with the latest in entertainment technology such as VHS and multiple PCs./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The old man leaned back in his leather chair, his fingers drumming on the polished wooden desk./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Raiga's mind drifted to the strange happenings that had begun to plague Fuyuki over the past month. The city, usually a bustling hub of activity, had been overshadowed by an undercurrent of unease. Whispers of supernatural bat creatures, bizarre occurrences that defied explanation, had reached his ears./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The most troubling of these events was the supposed terrorist attack at the docks./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"It was officially labeled as a dirty bomb smuggled in by some Emiya fellow, but Raiga had his doubts./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The explosion had been unlike anything he'd ever seen, more reminiscent of a localized blast than a crude bomb./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Raiga's eyes narrowed as he took another puff of his cigar, the smoke curling around his weathered face. He was not a superstitious man by nature, but there was something about this incident that made him uneasy./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The Fujimura Group, was built on an "anything-goes attitude." They thrived on flexibility and adaptability, able to shift gears and navigate the murky waters of the underworld with ease. It was this very adaptability that had kept them afloat for so long./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Yet, Raiga felt an instinctive need to tread carefully now./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"He glanced at the photograph on his desk, a picture of him and his granddaughter, their faces beaming with pride after watching a match./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Raiga sighed, extinguishing his cigar in a crystal ashtray. "Strange times, indeed," he muttered to himself./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"He had always prided himself on his ability to read the tides, to sense when a storm was coming. And right now, every instinct screamed that it was time to batten down the hatches./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"He made up his mind./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"They would lay low, avoid any unnecessary attention, and wait for the storm to pass. It was a calculated risk, but one he felt was necessary. Better to lose a little now than everything later./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Raiga picked up the phone and dialed a number. "Get the word out," he said to his second-in-command. "We're scaling back operations until further notice. Keep a low profile, avoid any entanglements. Understand?"/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The voice on the other end confirmed, and Raiga hung up, feeling a sense of relief. It was the right decision, he was sure of it. Whatever was happening in Fuyuki, it was best left alone./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"For now, they would wait and watch./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
hr /
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1""Hello, you've reached the Emergency Line-"/p
p data-xf-p="1""Hello, you've reached the Emergency Line-"/p
p data-xf-p="1""Hello, you've reached the Emergency Line-"/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
hr /
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The Fuyuki Docks used to be a bustling hub of activity by day, with cargo ships unloading their goods and workers scurrying about./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"But once, late at night , the docks were eerily silent, shrouded in a thick unnatural mist that clung to the air like a veil./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1" It was in this quiet, ghostly hour that the incident occurred—a blinding flash of light followed by a deafening roar, the ground shaking violently as if the very earth were tearing itself apart./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Inspector Hiroshi Sato arrived at the scene just after dawn, the first rays of sunlight piercing through the lingering haze. The docks were now a smoldering ruin, the twisted metal of shipping containers scattered like toys thrown by a petulant child. The acrid smell of burnt chemicals and charred metal hung heavy in the air, mingling with the saltiness of the sea./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Sato adjusted his gas mask and surveyed the scene./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"As a forensic investigator, he had seen his fair share of gruesome crime scenes, but this—this was something else entirely. The epicenter of the explosion was a massive crater, its edges still glowing faintly with residual heat. The sheer scale of the destruction was staggering, and Sato knew immediately that this was no ordinary explosion./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"He approached the crater cautiously, his Geiger counter clicking strangely as it detected low levels of radiation. The readings were off the charts… in the opposite direction confirming his suspicion that this was not a conventional bomb./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Pure Energy in the form of light and heat./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"He bent down to examine the soil at the edge of the crater, using a pair of tweezers to collect a sample. The earth was fused into glassy, vitrified fragments—/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"As he continued his examination, he noticed the distinct pattern of blast damage. The shockwave had radiated outward in a perfect circle, the force of the explosion flattening everything in its path. The level of precision ?/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Sato's mind raced with the implications./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"A localized thermonuclear explosion launched from a high altitude was a staggering revelation. The technology required to deliver such a strike was far beyond the reach of any known terrorist group./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"And yet, the official story being spun by the police was that of a dirty bomb smuggled in by the infamous terrorist, Kiritsugu Emiya./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Sato knew nothing of this Emiya's reputation—a shadowy figure rumored to be involved in numerous high-profile incidents./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"But even then, with all his imagined and exaggerated resources and cunning, couldn't possibly have orchestrated something of this magnitude. The pieces didn't fit, and Sato couldn't shake the feeling that there was something much larger at play./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"He stood up and walked over to where his team was setting up a makeshift command center. The air was thick with tension, the officers and investigators exchanging worried glances as they went about their tasks. Sato approached Detective Nakamura, who was hunched over a map of the docks, marking the points of interest./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1""Nakamura," Sato called out, "have you found anything unusual?"/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Nakamura looked up, his face etched with concern. "Everything about this is unusual," he replied. "The lack of radiation levels, the blast pattern—it's like nothing we've ever seen. And the higher-ups are pushing this story about a dirty bomb, but it doesn't add up."/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Sato nodded, his thoughts mirroring Nakamura's. "I agree. This was no dirty bomb. The energy signature, the precision—it all points to something much more advanced. But why would they want to frame Emiya?"/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Nakamura shrugged, a helpless gesture. "Maybe they're trying to cover up something bigger. Or maybe they just need a scapegoat. Either way, we're being fed a lie, and it's our job to find the truth."/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"As the day wore on, Sato and his team meticulously combed through the wreckage, collecting samples and documenting their findings. The deeper they delved, the more convinced Sato became that this was an operation of unprecedented scale and sophistication./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"As the night fell, the team continued their work under the harsh glare of floodlights./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The next morning, Sato met with the police commissioner to discuss his findings. The commissioner, a stern man with a no-nonsense demeanor, listened in silence as Sato presented his evidence. When Sato finished, the commissioner leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1""Your findings are compelling, Inspector Sato," the commissioner said finally. "But you must understand the delicate nature of this situation. Publicly acknowledging that this was some attack launched from who knows where could cause widespread panic and undermine national security. We need to control the narrative."/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Sato felt a surge of frustration but kept his composure. "I understand the need for caution, Commissioner," he replied. "But the truth will come out eventually. We can't afford to let misinformation spread. We need to be transparent with the public and work together to address the real threat."/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The commissioner sighed, a weary sound. "The decision is not mine alone. Higher authorities will need to weigh in on this matter. In the meantime, I expect you to continue your investigation discreetly and report any new findings directly to me."/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1""...Understood, Commissioner. I'll keep you informed."/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
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hr /
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Saber was summoned by Kiritsugu Emiya to participate in the Fourth Holy Grail War on behalf of Jubstacheit von Einzbern and the Einzbern family./p
p data-xf-p="1"Kiritsugu was recruited by Jubstacheit to summon the legendary King Arthur./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"While surprised that she is a young woman, it didn't change anything about his plans. He partners Saber with his wife and vessel for the Lesser Grail, Irisviel von Einzbern, to act as Saber's Master in the open while he acts from behind to win with his own methods./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Saber and Irisviel arrived together in Fuyuki by plane from the Einzbern Castle in northern Europe because Saber could not dematerialize due to her … unique status./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Following the challenge of another Servant, they quickly encounter their first opponent that night. Saber engaged Lancer, and despite a mostly even fight, she is left with a wound from Gae Buidhe to her left hand that prevents her from utilizing her full strength and Excalibur./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Their fight was interrupted by the Rider, who declared the utter nonsense of his supremacy of his kingship and an invitation to join his army, but Saber claims her own kingship as a reason to never bow before another lord./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The arrival of Archer, who claimed that his own rule far exceeded their own, was another bit of silliness added to the ridiculousness before it all went to hell./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Artoria Pendragon is the legendary King of Knights, the one that ruled over the battlefields in the age of legends. In life, she commanded the Knights of the Round Table, the greatest knights to ever live and heroes that would later be sung of in legends. If summoned as a Servant, any of them would boast indisputable fame and strength, however, even among them, Artoria stood at the top./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The events of the night played over and over in her mind like a relentless highlight reel. Her hand throbbed where Lancer's cursed spear had struck, a constant reminder of the limitations imposed upon her by that vile weapon. The wound was not fatal, but it was enough to prevent her from wielding Excalibur to its full potential./p
p data-xf-p="1"It however was weaker than when it was initially inflicted for some reason./p
p data-xf-p="1"She flexed her fingers gingerly, feeling only a slight twinge of pain that accompanied each movement./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"That might be the only good thing about tonight, she had been tested in ways she had not anticipated./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Her Magic Resistance, a gift from her dragon blood, was supposed to make her nearly invincible to modern magecraft./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1" Yet, Caster's attack had bypassed it entirely, striking with a force and nature that defied her understanding./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"She closed her eyes, recalling the moment when the magical veil had enveloped them. The other Servants—Rider, with his grandiose declarations, Archer, with his disdainful arrogance—had all been caught in the blast./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The heat had been unbearable, almost searing through her defenses as she shielded Irisviel with her body. Her … "partner" in this war, had been safe, but only just./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Saber's thoughts drifted to her Master, Kiritsugu Emiya. He seemed to be a man of cold logic and ruthless efficiency, a someone that should have complimented her tactics./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1" He had seen her true form, a young woman, and it hadn't changed his plans. He had partnered her with his wife, Irisviel, to act as her Master in the open while he worked from the shadows./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"She even respected Kiritsugu's intellect and his unwavering resolve, even if she did not always agree with his exact methods./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"She was just a bit annoyed that -/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"It didn't matter, both with her as a Servant and her goals./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Tonight had shown her the true complexity of this war./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The challenge from Lancer had been honorable, a clash of warriors./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"No form of trickery that would caution the idea of acceptance and she was very confident in her victory./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"But Rider's interruption, followed by Archer's arrogance and then Caster's unfathomable attack, had thrown the night into disarray./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1" She couldn't shake the feeling that they were all being manipulated, pawns in a game./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Which left the question of strategy and tactics. She needed to reassess her approach. The ritual seemed like she'd face her enemies openly, but this … war was not the case if the enemy could fire such a devastating attack./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"It did matter if their were stipulations or limitations as she did not know any of them./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"The rules were different, and so too must be her strategies. She would need to use the city's more public areas more effectively, to create a shield of sorts. It went against her morals, but this war required such an approach./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Still, it behooved her to make it highly fortified or./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Monitoring the leylines and searching for bounded fields would also be crucial. The magical infrastructure of Fuyuki was intricate, and by understanding its flow, she could predict and counter the war's enemies' movements./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Always a Caster it seems./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"She would need to work closely with Irisviel, whose knowledge of modern magecraft, whatever it may, was indispensable. Even just as a contrast even if the Caster was a mage of an older era than her./p
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p data-xf-p="1"She had faced greater threats before—/p
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p data-xf-p="1"Morgana/p
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p data-xf-p="1"This war was another trial, one she would face with the same determination that had seen her through countless battles./p
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p data-xf-p="1"They would regroup, reassess, and prepare for the battles to come./p
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p data-xf-p="1"All these thoughts passed through her head as the streets of Fuyuki were beginning to stir with the early morning activity as Saber and Irisviel moved through them. Irisviel, ever the gentle and supportive presence, sensed the weight on Saber's shoulders./p
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p data-xf-p="1""Saber," Irisviel said softly, using her true name as a gesture of closeness, "I know tonight was difficult, but we will find a way..."/p
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p data-xf-p="1"Saber nodded, appreciating the sentiment. "Thank you, Irisviel. Your faith in me is a great source of strength."/p
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p data-xf-p="1"They continued in silence for a while, each lost in their thoughts./p
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p data-xf-p="1"As they approached their residence, Saber turned to Irisviel. "We need to be strategic. Monitoring the leylines and understanding the city's magical infrastructure will be crucial. We must anticipate our enemies' moves and counter them effectively."/p
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p data-xf-p="1"Irisviel smiled, her eyes filled with confidence. "Of course. I have some ideas on how we can better utilize them."/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Saber nodded./p
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hr /
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p data-xf-p="1"As she and Saber retreated from the Fuyuki Docks, her mind was still grappling with the chaos that had unfolded./p
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p data-xf-p="1"The darkness that had enveloped them, the muffled sounds, and the sudden, blinding flashes of light—all these sensations swirled together in her memory, creating a maelstrom of fear and confusion./p
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p data-xf-p="1"She recalled the terror of being unable to see anything, the oppressive darkness pressing in on her from all sides. Sound had been muffled, as if they were submerged underwater, making it impossible to discern what was happening around them. Irisviel had wished she could cling to Saber./p
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p data-xf-p="1"Then came the flashes of thunder, the blinding gold that seared through the darkness. She remembered the fear that gripped her heart as she saw the golden beam of energy descending from the sky./p
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p data-xf-p="1"While it was not aimed at them directly, the sheer power and intensity of it had been enough to paralyze her with terror. At that moment, she felt utterly helpless./p
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p data-xf-p="1"Saber had acted quickly, using her own body to shield Irisviel from the heat and force of the attack./p
p data-xf-p="1" But as the danger passed and they retreated to safety, a sense of deep inadequacy settled over her./p
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p data-xf-p="1"Irisviel couldn't help but lament her uselessness./p
p data-xf-p="1"She was the vessel for the Lesser Grail, the key to her husband's dream of obtaining the Holy Grail to save it./p
p data-xf-p="1"Yet, in moments like these, she felt more like a burden than an asset. She longed to be able to aid Saber, to fight alongside her and contribute meaningfully to their cause./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"But her abilities were limited, and her role was primarily one of support./p
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p data-xf-p="1"As they made their way through the dimly lit streets of Fuyuki, Irisviel's mind raced with thoughts of how she could do better. She was a homunculus, created with a specific purpose in mind, but her interactions with Kiritsugu and her experiences had given her a sense of self and emotions that were rare among her kind. She understood that most mages would treat Servants as mere tools, but she couldn't bring herself to see Saber that way. Saber was her partner, her protector, and Irisviel felt a deep responsibility to support her in any way she could./p
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p data-xf-p="1"As they made their way to the mansion, Irisviel's thoughts continued to churn. She needed to be stronger, more resilient. She couldn't afford to be a liability. The weight of her husband's dream pressed heavily on her shoulders, and she was determined to do everything in her power to see it realized./p
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p data-xf-p="1"When they finally reached the Einzbern Mansion, Irisviel felt a sense of relief wash over her. The mansion was a sanctuary, a place where they could regroup and plan their next steps. But as they entered, she was met with an unexpected sight./p
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p data-xf-p="1"Kiritsugu Emiya, her husband, stood in the foyer, looking more disheveled and disoriented than she had ever seen him. His normally sharp eyes were unfocused, and he muttered to himself in a tone of distress./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1""He found me... all this over the decade... gotta prepare..."/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"Irisviel heart clenched at the sight. She had never seen Kiritsugu so shaken. She approached him cautiously, reaching out to touch his arm./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1""Kiritsugu, what's wrong?" she asked gently, her voice laced with concern./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"He turned to her, his eyes finally focusing. For a moment, there was a flicker of recognition, but it was quickly replaced by a look of haunted urgency./p
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p data-xf-p="1""Irisviel, we need to be ready. The enemy... they're stronger than we anticipated. We can't afford any mistakes."/p
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p data-xf-p="1"Irisviel nodded, trying to remain calm despite the fear gnawing at her. "We'll be ready, Kiritsugu. We'll face whatever comes together."/p
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p data-xf-p="1"She glanced at Saber, who stood nearby, her expression resolute. Together, they would find a way to navigate the dangers of the Holy Grail War. Irisviel knew she had to be strong, not just for herself, but for Kiritsugu, for Saber, and for the future they all fought for./p