(AN : Edit) This chapter was beta'ed by lioncousin, and he did a really awesome job. He also pointed out a few flaws from the last version, and helped me come up with more ideas for this fic. He has also written a cross-over of Fate/Apocrypha and Akame Ga Kiru, "Fate New Rebellion" which is really good. Do check it out.
The reason of re-posting this chapter was because, as lioncousin and a certain guest reviewer pointed out, there were a few points that I missed when I posted the previous version. You can ignore this chapter as the overall content remains same, but I suggest going through this once.
If you are going through this chapter for the first time, I hope you enjoy this chapter.
(((Finding oneself)))
Sasuke knelt down on one knee, his finger tracing along the curves of his art, which he drew not so long ago on the floor of his apartment. Having tried his hand at drawing only once in his class, he could say he was rather proud of how perfect the outcome was.
"But, still I can't believe drawing this took me over two hours."
Luckily for him though, the engraving specified in the book that the priest handed him, already matched with the ex-tenant's weird graffiti design. It couldn't have been a mere coincidence but it made things easier on him. Now he just simply had to retrace the design afresh on top of it. But Sasuke's suspicions kept resurfacing to the front of his mind.
What kind of mess was the previous occupant involved in? And, why did they draw the summoning circle of all things in the first place?
Sasuke was sure he would find the answers to those questions eventually, but now was not the right time to be investigating. Not when there were other important things that needed to be tend to, such as his security in this war.
Based on what the priest and the arrogant blonde said, summoning without a catalyst held its disadvantages. He would lose the right to summon a specific Servant which may cause him to summon someone weak with minimal combat capability. If that was the case, this war would become that much more difficult. Sasuke knew he was already a step behind the other participants. His knowledge about this so called Holy Grail War was limited, and he's been randomly tossed into the thick of it. There was no time to prepare.
Rin certainly seemed confident around him back in the park, but that was probably because she had already summoned a servant. Or, she was just strong as a mage and was confident in herself. Either way, he had two choices now.
Either suffer the possibility of a pathetic defeat and die, a worse case scenario, or go to Shinji and beg for a catalyst, and accept whatever terms his family come up with to stand a chance in this war.
If it were anyone other than Shinji, Sasuke might have considered the second option, but fate didn't leave him much of a choice here. It wasn't like he hated Shinji, the coward served a purpose in getting some girls off his back. That didn't mean he liked him either. Discounting his opinion, if Sasuke asked for a catalyst he might be used as a sacrificial pawn by the Matou family for all he knew. That was an outcome he refused to accept.
So, the only option left for him would be to summon without a catalyst. If there was one bright side about this scenario he should in theory summon a Servant that was compatible with his personality.
Sasuke's stare focused on the summoning circle before him. All that was left was the incantation. It seemed too simple for a ritual meant to evoke a Heroic Spirit. However, as the Master was supposed to be nothing more than the string which ties the Grail and the Servant together, this shouldn't prove to be a problem.
Sasuke found himself reflecting on the absurdity of this situation as he stood up. The Holy Grail War is the smallest and yet the biggest war in the world... with only one winner. What stood in his way were utter monsters—Heroic Spirits against which he doubted his hand to hand skills would be of any use against heroes of legend.
Vaguely, his mind turned to his own wish for the Holy Grail. What he wished for was not really so excessive. To Sasuke, it was not even that urgent of a matter. In fact, he had lived his life for the past year believing that he was truly alone in this world with no way of finding himself. And yet, the hope that he was sure he had thrown aside long ago was right before his eyes, within his hand's grasp.
"…Can I really win though?"
That was just a foolish thought by now. If he was really that desperate, he would have been performing this exact same ritual at the Matou residence by now.
Sasuke's right hand rose parallel to the ground, his command spells, the proof of his participation stared back at him. "Let's just get this started."
With a deep and shaky breath, he began the chant. The chant that was supposed to manifest a miracle.
"Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.
Let a wall rise against the wind that shall fall.
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate."
He began the incantation, and at the same time, he felt a dull sense of discomfort before pain started to wash over him. He felt his eyes shift and the only comparison he could make was that fire travelled through his veins as what looked to be blue circuits started to spread across his skin. The Command Spells on his hand shined a fierce scarlet.
His entire body was being turned into something human… yet inhuman. A piece of equipment bearing the miracles of the world, a component of a machine, or perhaps a gear—that was what he had become. A tool, a catalyst, a promoter for bringing this miracle to the living world. Aware of this, Sasuke took a step further on the pedal, further accelerating the life force circulating within his body almost unconsciously.
Sasuke noted out of the corner of his eyes that the summoning circle glowed red. But now was not the time for him to be paying attention to what will finally be the realization of a miracle as the book suggested. But, he did not notice the delivery package which lay on his bed, the one addressed to Matou, had started burning all of a sudden.
"Let it be filled. Again. Again. Again. Again.
Let it be filled fivefold for every turn, simply breaking asunder with every filling."
(((Finding oneself)))
The only thing that stayed in her heart to the very end was a prayer—unblemished by regret, filled only with sincerity. She did not think of the impossible futures, or a what if scenarios as she looked over from the temporary stage made especially for her out of timber.
She decided that she had to at least stay true to herself until the very end. She did not regret the decisions she took throughout the course of her short life, nor did she blame the people that were indignantly blaming her for all the fault.
Their words now only sounded like a melody coming from an infinitely distant land, which she would be joining soon.
...O Lord, I give myself to You...
Those were the last words in her heart. Her last prayer. Her consciousness ceased and she was released from all suffering.
The girl's dream ended in the face of reality. But it was not quite the end. Yes, the dream of the girl had ended... but the dream of La Pucelle was only just beginning.
MATCH FOUND.
INITIALIZATION… BEGIN.
ADAPTATION OF PHYSICAL BUILD AND SPIRITUAL BUILD… IN PROGRESS.
ADAPTATION COMPLETE.
ALL CLEAR.
CLASS {RULER} SERVANT ACTUALIZATION COMPLETE.
Amethyst-colored eyes opened slowly after the complete actualization. One moment, she was offering her final prayer to the god and when she thought her journey ended, a new journey began.
But the means by which she was summoned were so very unusual... There was no pattern for a summoning where the summoned was so weakly linked to the present world. What could be the reason for such an unconventional summoning?
Was it because the grail war was taking place only after a mere ten years? Or, was it because the grail suddenly decided to have a Ruler class servant to act as a judge after the mishaps of the past war?
Or, maybe because the grail did not have enough mana to summon her completely, as the war was occurring in exactly one-sixth time it would take originally.
Whatever the case was, Ruler had somehow managed to take form in this world. There are no problems with her specifications, either... but the body she took over was unmistakably that of a French girl. What's more, she possessed the majority of her memories. Yet, rather than having two personalities in one body, a so-called split personality, it would be more accurate to say both personalities have merged into one. Perhaps due to her own acuteness and deep conviction of faith, she has recognized and completely accepted 'La Pucelle' within her.
"Please lend me your body for a while, Laeticia." Ruler said to the owner of the body.
Having decided on her first task, the girl greeted 'her' friend, moving to the other bed and shaking her. After some groaning, she woke up and rubbed her eyes, looking half-awake.
"Mmn... w-what...?"
She was clearly drowsy that Ruler couldn't help but feel bad for waking her, but she spoke clearly. She needed to inform the girl's closest friend of where she was about to go. Even if it was a lie that was made up on the spot.
"I have been accepted as an exchange student into a high school in Japan. So, I'll be leaving here for a while." Because that was where the fifth Holy Grail war was taking place.
Perhaps not understanding the seriousness of the girl's words, she fell back onto the bed while waving her hand in farewell before she flung away her sheets a few seconds later in indignation.
"What did you just say?!"
"I'm sorry for leaving so suddenly, but time is of the essence," Ruler said, trying to placate her host body's friend.
"What? What essence? What is this, all of a sudden you just said 'goodnight' and 'see you tomorrow'! What are you saying?! When did you even apply for a transfer?!"
The girl looked at her bewildered friend with earnest and told her three things:
"I have been accepted as an exchange student in Japan."
"I must absolutely go."
"Don't worry. I have already informed my parents."
Her friend listened to those words with a blank expression, her mouth hanging open, but finally nodded in understanding.
"Japan, huh? Congrats, I guess. There's no helping it if you are already accepted..."
"That's right. I will explain this to the teachers."
"Well, okay… goodnight, then."
As servant Ruler, she had the ability to make others believe in her words. She did feel a bit bad for using her class privileges, but it couldn't be helped. A Ruler class wasn't summoned in the last war, but for her to be summoned this time meant something unusual, or bad was bound to happen.
She would make sure to apologize to the owner's friend later. "Goodnight."
(((Finding oneself)))
The man's gauntlet clad fist lashed out like a viper. The attack was so fast, that it was almost naked to the human eye. Trying to dodge it was going to be fruitless, he was just too slow to do anything about it. For, he was already once struck by that fist and felt it pierce his chest.
But… as the hand of death was about to make its way into his heart once more, the wind slashed against it and defended him, as if to protect his life. Suddenly, she was there.
There was a young, petite blonde girl dressed in armor and blue dress that stood a few feet away from him. The moonlight behind her seemed to highlight her delicate features as her green eyes silently turned towards him. Her gaze was sharp and unwavering.
The armor was plain yet still held this regal aura to it, her posture unwavering even after deflecting a blow meant to end his life yet again. but it wasn't that which defined the blonde girl in front of him.
Despite the obvious show of strength, and the fact she was dressed for combat. There were only three words that came to Emiya Shirou, the adopted son of Emiya Kiritsugu, at that moment.
She was beautiful.
"I ask of you. Are you my Master?"
Shirou blinked, barely comprehending what she just asked him, "…Master?"
Upon seeing his confused expression, she elaborated.
"I have come in response to your summons." The enemy servant got up in the meantime, and the beautiful knight seemed to notice that. She quickly turned around, grasping the situation on her own. "I think I understand what is going on. From this time forward, you hold my sword and your fate shall rest in my hands. Our contract is now complete."
Saying so, she gripped the moonlight in her hands, and lunged forward at the man with the Chinese style tattoos on his body.
Thus Shirou bore witness to his second fight between legends that night.
(((Finding oneself)))
He seemed to be in luck, Sasuke decided.
Even he had to spare a few words of approval and praise for the servant who has been summoned before him. Even if the whole concept of a mage and mana were new to him, a novice Master such as himself was able to tell how much magical energy radiated from the Servant he summoned.
A regal figure clad in radiant golden armor stood before him. His form was lean, but muscular. His expression was apathetic, and he wore a black body suit under the golden armor that shone like the iteld sun. His sharp blue eyes seemed to scan him, as a red cape unfurled from his back. His skin was extremely pale, and he had a single golden earing shaped like a chariot on his right ear.
Sasuke still couldn't believe that this was actually happening. Whatever the priest had said turned out to be true, and he was actually participating in this war. That meant that the Holy Grail was real and his dream… but, first, he needed to address the Heroic Spirit he had managed to manifest.
He took a cautious step forward and showed the Command Spells to the heroic spirit in front of him as a precaution. Wouldn't want the servant to attack him due to a misunderstanding now, would we? Kotomine did say that it identified one's right as a Master, so the Servant should recognize that.
Sasuke cleared his throat and spoke clearly, "I believe you are the Heroic Spirit I summoned just now."
The golden man's eyes trailed slowly from his face to his hand and widened slightly at the sight of the command spells. Then, he bowed his head a bit surprising Sasuke and spoke in an apathetic voice. "Forgive my rudeness for not announcing myself, Master. I was merely checking if you were the one who summoned me, since the summoning seemed… a bit off."
Though the voice seemed cold and emotionless, Sasuke could tell that the heroic spirit meant what he said.
"It's fine for you to be cautious." Sasuke nodded and his lips curled a bit, despite himself. When he first heard of the concept of summoning a Servant, he could only hope his Servant wouldn't be loud, abrasive and annoying like his classmates at school, because on some level he just knew that was the kind of Servant he would likely summon considering all that's happened to him until now. He was glad to be proven wrong.
"I am Uchiha Sasuke. I'll be working with you as your Master in this war." Sasuke continued, as he took notice of how his Servant scanned his apartment. Sasuke took this moment to analyze his Servant's parameters.
According to the book and the priest, he should be able to read the specs of the Servant and confirm him as his own with the 'Master's vision' that the grail provided. Accessing this so called 'vision' was easier than he thought, and almost felt natural to him.
Maybe, it was because of his so called 'bloodline' that it was so easy? So, equipped with the new sight that increased his perception, he glanced at his servant.
To his surprise, and slight disappointment, all the valuable data such as physical strength and endurance, and other base parameters had mediocre values. Of course, he couldn't judge completely because he has yet to encounter another servant, but such a start did not bode well for the Uchiha.
"Your specs appear to be quite low. Is it because of some error, or are your skills normally of that level?" Sasuke meant no disrespect towards his Servant. Despite everything he was still supposed to be a hero of legend, and the raven-haired teen knew better than to aggravate who was supposed to be his partner. However, if they were to succeed in this endeavor, he needed to know as much as possible.
"Forgive me for causing confusion," The man bowed, not at all offended by his comment. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Karna, son of the Sun God Surya, summoned under the Lancer class in this Holy Grail war. You are my Master. Moving forward from this time on, you hold my blade and I hold your destiny." As he said those words, Sasuke felt a fiery jolt run over his body. Like his entire system heated for a fraction of a second. It wasn't painful as it was with the summoning, no, it was more calming, like a warm embrace.
The white haired man also felt the same thing, as he nodded in confirmation, "Looks like our contract is complete."
As soon as the contract was established and his name was revealed, the base parameters seemed to have increased which caused Sasuke to raise his right brow in surprise. But, that should be impossible, right? Or, was it some sort of error like he had initially guessed?
The man continued talking upon seeing Sasuke's confused expression.
"My base stats are shown at half the value because of a skill I possess. However, that skill is negated when my true name is revealed." That was how the skill Uncrowned Arms Mastership worked. Because of how he was treated in the history, despite his actual skill, people had a bad habit of undermining him. Thus he was granted a skill which matched that part of his legend.
With Karna's stats being shown at their original value, Sasuke was sure that he stood a significantly better chance. Not that he thought his chances were anywhere close to good, but now that he knew more of what his Servant was capable of it helped him feel more secure. Sasuke wasn't naive enough to think he could match the other more experienced mages that were sure to be part of this war. He knew next to nothing about magecraft, and although the thought of his inferiority in comparison to the other Masters irked him, he would have to accept that fact. At least, he was confident he had a top class Servant.
The lone Uchiha would certainly have to ask Karna more about his legend later on, but he was without a doubt somebody noteworthy in history if the way the Servant carried himself was any indication. He was without a doubt humble, but still gave of an air of incomparable power. Before he could ask his Servant about the rest of his capabilities, the smell of smoke invaded Sasuke's nostrils.
"…!?"
His eyes trailed in annoyance as his head snapped to the fire which originated from the package on his bed. He immediately turned on his heels, and was about to run to the bathroom to grab a towel to put out the fire but before he could, his Servant materialized a golden lance out of thin air and in one clean and swift motion, dispelled the winds just with the power behind his blow alone.
Sasuke just stopped in his tracks, and ogled the golden lance that just saved his cot from burning down with inquisitiveness. He shook his head after a moment, clearly impressed by his Servant's actions just now. Even the weapon of the golden Lancer was made of gold, much like the ornaments stuffed into his body.
"My thanks, Lancer."
"No need for thanks, Master. My summoning was the reason for the flames. Sadly, I don't believe I was able to save the catalyst you held in that package, nor your bed."
Realization hit the Uchiha, and he couldn't help but smirk in pleasure. It looked as if he took a catalyst from the Matou without his knowledge.
The Servant just tilted his head in response and held a slightly apologetic expression, as Sasuke opened the windows of his apartment to let the smoke out. But, with his cot burned to an unsalvageable point, he supposed he would have to acquire a new one at some point. A minor inconvenience compared to the success of his summoning.
Sasuke ran his right hand through his hair, before he turned towards Lancer. "No need to look apologetic over my bedding. In the end it's irrelevant and I can always get a new one." The Uchiha walked over to the door of his apartment before he beckoned Lancer to follow him. "Come, we might as well go and meet the watchdog of this war."
"Understood," Lancer nodded before vanishing from Sasuke's vision. The Servant followed behind his new lord in spirit form.
Although he has only just been summoned, Karna could see that his Master was mysterious in his own right, and was a troubled soul. Not that would change anything for the Servant. As long as Sasuke was his Master, then he shall do everything in his power to ensure his victory. He was known as the Hero of Charity for a reason. If his Master was troubled then he would act as light to be wielded so he could find his path.
(((Finding oneself)))
"Thank you, Tohsaka." Shirou trailed off awkwardly, scratching his cheek.
Rin, who was walking with him, tilted her head. "What do you mean, Emiya-kun?"
"You know, for helping an enemy Master and for having accompanied that same Master to the church. I'm grateful," Shirou said, feeling nervous as hell. Well, one couldn't really blame him.
After all, just an hour ago, he would have lost his life again if not for Saber. Saber was able to force the other Servant to withdraw, but no actual wounds were acquired on either end. It was concerning to see that the enemy Servant was able to parry Saber's invisible blade with his gauntleted fists.
The blows that those two exchanged while fighting… Shirou could honestly agree that he couldn't have stood against either of them for a second if he were to face them in a true combat. And, he had unintentionally wasted a Command Spell later, when he stopped Saber from attacking Archer and Rin.
"Well, you did waste a Command Spell for my accord, so you could say I owe you," Rin said, as she eyed the blonde knight that was walking a few feet behind them. Then, all of a sudden, her moody demeanor kicked in and changed when she looked back at Shirou, "D-Don't get the wrong idea. Our truce is only for tonight. We are going to be enemies again once tomorrow starts. You do understand, right Emiya-kun?"
"I get it, Tohsaka." Shirou only smiled in return, causing Rin to turn her head away from him.
"He doesn't get the situation he's in at all." She mumbled, wanting to cry as a result of the altruism that Shirou was sporting at the moment. He sounded like he got what the grail war meant when he met Kirei, and even expressed his distaste for the priest and the whole concept quite openly.
But, he was not taking her words seriously at all. How could she possibly fight him when he won't fight back?
They walked past the cemetery, and were about to cross the bridge when Rin suddenly stopped.
Shirou tilted his head, "Tohsaka?"
"No offense, but you should go home on your own now."
Shirou blinked, "huh?"
"We are enemies officially, now that you have been debriefed by the priest." Rin said, turning around. "Get it? You are an enemy Master that I must defeat at all costs if I want to win this war."
Shirou shook his head in response, "I have no intention of fighting you."
She narrowed her eyes when her suspicions became true, before she sighed. "I should have known. Why did I even bother bringing you down here?"
"Rin."
The three of them looked to their front as Archer materialized, with his arms folded and an annoyed expression gracing his face. "If an easily slain enemy presents itself, we'd be remiss not to take advantage of it."
"You don't have to tell me that," Rin huffed and turned her head away with a pout.
"If you agree, then act." Archer spoke up. "Or what? Will you let him go too as you did with the other one?"
Shirou blinked at what Archer said. "Which other one?"
"W-Why did you suddenly bring him up?" Rin flailed her arms at Archer, shuffling on her feet.
"Hey, Tohsaka! What is Archer talking about?" Shirou took a step forward. "Is someone else you know also participating in this war?"
"No, not someone you know," She lied, shooting a dark glare at Archer.
After all, Sasuke and Shirou belonged in the same class, and she had seen them together on more than one occasion. Sasuke was his friend, even if the former didn't display their bond often with the latter. At least that's what she believed. Being forced to fight someone whom you considered a friend to the death was already a cruel thing. She wanted to spare him of that truth at least for now.
Learning about the Holy Grail War and Servants possibly altered his entire perception on the world. She idly wondered how Sasuke took all this when he was debriefed by Kirei on the entire concept of Holy Grail and if he decided to drop out from the war.
"Well, Emiya-kun. Whether you decide to fight, or not, be prepared for tomorrow." She said, her eyes narrowed and voice serious.
But, if Sasuke decided to continue participating in the war, then that would mean there would be around three Masters in her school alone. Talk about the odds.
As Rin thought on how she found out about Sasuke and the meeting she had with him the day before, Sasuke was entering the church through the rusty steel gates, with Lancer in tow.
"Master, I detect multiple enemy signatures. Presumably, two or three Servants." Lancer informed, as Sasuke stopped right at the entrance to the church and looked back at his Servant.
"What do you suggest we do?" He asked for his Servant's opinion. If they were to work together, then he should show that he was willing to listen to his Servant. The man was a lot more experienced than him anyways, and he still didn't know much regarding how these battles were exactly waged.
Lancer, answered after thinking for a moment. "I assume that a battle may ensue. It would be best if we could get some early information on them."
Sasuke nodded, in agreement. "Very well, I need to register with the war's overseer. Refer to your own judgement when it comes to observing the other Servants."
Lancer nodded silently and bowed, turning to leave before Sasuke called once more.
"If you think an opportunity presents itself to take out an enemy Servant, do it." Sasuke ordered. Such a situation was definitely a possibility, with two to three heroic spirits possibly clashing. The method might seem underhanded, but this was a war after all. And, this way he might also get a better idea of what his servant was capable of and where he stood in front of other Servants.
As for him, he would finish his business with the priest as quickly, and join Lancer to at the very least discover the identities of the other Masters. He froze when he thought about it. Speaking of Masters, there was a high chance that Tohsaka might also be involved in the battle that was going to ensue. If that were the case…
"On second thought, if you see a girl with twintails in danger, step in immediately and save her. Even if she is an enemy Master. I owe her. If anything unprecedented happens other than that, I leave the rest of the decisions including the use of your Noble Phantasms to you until I arrive."
"Understood." Was Lancer's short reply, and left dematerializing. Lancer was in the simplest term a soldier. When commanded, he behaved as though the very concept of defiance does not exist.
He would do anything he was asked to, no questions asked. Something that Sasuke found very convenient. Because, going this way, he wouldn't have to bother wasting the greatest weapon that was granted to him.
Sasuke looked at the Command Spells on his hand. Lancer explained that the Command Spells could be used to augment him in battle or to summon him despite his location. These Command Spells could very well be the difference between victory, or defeat.
You could call it a gut feeling, but Sasuke decided he at least owed this chance to Tohsaka, because of her assistance the other day, and for not trying to take him out the moment she discovered the command spells on his arm. Did she decide to give him a chance because of her confidence in her servant and her skills, or was it out of pity? No, Tohsaka was too proud to pity the situation of others. If anything she held some sort of code which caused her to give him this chance.
Whatever the case was, she was going to be his enemy. Just not today. Though, he wondered if he could really kill someone for the Grail. What worried him was the thought of bloodshed wasn't as offputting as he thought it should have been. Either way, he held no intention to kill Tohsaka, and hopefully it wouldn't have to come to that. But Sasuke couldn't deny himself. He had a goal and he would see his wish come to fruition.
But, the real question was could he allow his wishes coming to fruition at the cost of blood on his hands?
"I see you have returned, young man." The Priest grinned upon seeing him.
The priest seemed awfully happy for some reason. Sasuke pushed all his thoughts to the back of his mind, and focused his attention onto the man before him. He could only hope to finish his business quickly, and get out as soon as possible. This place and the man before him raised the hairs on his arm to raise.
"Hn." He grunted in reply, placing his hands in his pockets. He looked around, his gaze searched for a particular blonde. "I do not spot your associate anywhere. Is he somewhere else?"
"He is a busy person." The priest smiled. "Though, I see that you have taken an interest in my associate. Do you need him for something?"
Sasuke shook his head, "No. Not at all. I was just curious."
The priest didn't further question about it much to Sasuke's relief. "So, did you find the book helpful, or are you here to take up on my offer?" He asked, the grin fading away as he set his prayer book aside. "If you are here for that particular reason, I am afraid that you might be a bit late as the war had already begun with the appearance of the last Master."
"Then, I suppose it is a good thing that I already summoned a Servant of my one," Sasuke said coolly, his tone confident and positive.
"Oh! So, where is this servant that you summoned?" Kirei asked, his eyes having an unrecognizable glint. "The one that you summoned without a catalyst, that is."
"Ah," Sasuke smirked. The priest held no knowledge that he unknowingly had a catalyst. There was no reason to enlighten him though, "I have assigned a task to him, and am waiting to see what he can do."
(((Finding oneself)))
As Rin instructed Archer through the link and turned to leave, she froze in her spot letting out an audible gasp.
"What's wrong, Tohsaka?" Shirou asked, mild concern permeated through his voice as he turned towards her.
Before Rin could answer, Saber instinctively moved in front of Shirou and gripped the invisible sword in her hands, taking a defensive stance. Shirou turned in the direction in which she directed her gaze and was surprised just when he spotted a short, white haired girl standing a few meters away from them.
"Ne, are you guys done chatting?" The white haired girl asked with an innocent smile, as the mist around her began to clear to reveal an enormous man behind her.
Rin fumbled in her steps, unconsciously moving backwards as she took in the sight of the absolute beast in front of her. Only the class of the enemy servant managed to make its way out of her throat
"Berserker!?"
(AN) I have taken some content from Apocrypha as you guys may have noticed. Because, Jeanne is bae and Karna is dope. For those of you wondering about Karna and Jeanne, they are the servants from the Apocrypha timeline.
This war is obviously going to deviate from the canon version as a result. There are also going to be pairings in this one. Well then, until next time!