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SentinalSlice- Morgan can maintain herself as a Servant and give Shiro some extra energy without compromising her own abilities, so she supports Shiro by transfers him that extra mana. However the actual Reinforcement is Shiro's own work, and his healing is the work of Avalon, which works in the World Egg because Morgan is giving him this infusion of mana. Rather than a deep story reason why it stays at this, it is more of a meta thing. I don't want Shiro to become absurdly broken via a mountain of buffs, so I limited in what ways Morgan can support him to as being energy and healing (although with any offensive spells she might utilize). In regards to the class container stuff, I haven't decided on the finite specifics of how Morgan differs from normal Servants beyond her being still alive. I'd imagine she'd be slightly less restricted, but I don't plan on treating her fundamentally differently from the other Servants.

King-Chris 2426- Izuku is a main character, but in these first arcs, involving him would have felt odd to me. He is a General Studies student here, so it doesn't make sense for him to be involved in the U.S.J. Attack. One tricky thing with fanfiction's model is that I'm limited to four characters in the story description, even for an ensemble cast story such as this one. As such, the four listed are ones I consider to be the characters who represent the story as a whole. Both Izuku and Shiro have more involvement in later arcs than they do in earlier ones, but I still feel it is correct to have them represent the story overall. Also, regarding your concern about Nobunaga being summoned because of being a strategist, I can confidently say that was not at all a factor in why I paired them up.

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Unforeseen Heroics IV: Contention of the Demigods

Tintagel, England
A Long Time Ago…

"So, you won't help us in our search?"

Looking at the black-and-white-haired man riding atop a white horse, Morgan sighed. She cared not for his charisma, sword, nor entourage of companions. She might be a simple wanderer now, but she was still a queen whose power eclipsed the man's own. She was not afraid to speak her mind.

"No, Charlemagne, I will not. The Harvest Star will be your downfall."

Charlemagne shook his head, unfazed by Morgan's words, "I cannot stop my quest. I will have the answers I seek. I will find out the truth about this world."

Morgan, holding back a sigh, locked eyes with the defiant monarch, "Then go, King of Paladins. Find the answers you desire. But mark my words… you will regret searching for them. The secrets of Velber are best left undisturbed."

Scoffing at Morgan's words of discouragement, Charlemagne signaled his entourage to depart. As the young monarch's horse trotted away, his loyal Paladins followed one by one. Only two of them, a blonde woman with pigtails and a pink-haired androgynous-looking man, lingered. The male paladin, Astolfo, was riding a horse, but his female companion was riding a Hippogriff, a Phantasmal Beast even Morgan had never seen before.

Morgan smiled at them, disappointment lingering in her voice, "Your king was less impressive than I had come to believe."

Astolfo nodded, their voice unusually serious, "About that… something changed in Charles after he found that temple in the Alps. He's been obsessed with this quest ever since."

"I see. Well, I wish you safe travels… although I doubt there is much safety to be found where your king's heading is concerned."

The female paladin, Bradamante, called back to Morgan before she could leave, "A question, Lady Le Fay… why did you give Astolfo your spellbook when you met him before?"

Morgan half-heartedly gestured to the spellbook under Astolfo's arm, "Oh, that old thing? I had no use for it anymore. Don't think much of it… just the whims of a witch who lingers too long in this world."

Bradamante was confused, but ultimately shrugged in response, "I see. Fare thee well, Lady Le Fay."

Morgan smiled, "And you, Paladins of Charlemagne. Fare thee well."

Central Plaza, Unforeseen Simulation Joint
Day 5, Afternoon

"Are you sure we should just leave you guys behind?"

At Mina's inquiry, Kyoka Jiro nodded, "Yeah. You guys get Bakugo out of here and meet up with Asui and the others. He'll just get in the way with his attitude."

Ojiro glanced toward the Flood Zone trio, who were currently carrying their teacher to safety, before looking worriedly back at Jiro and Kendo, "What about yourselves?"

Kyoka made a stern expression, "We'll be alright. I promise."

"Fine. But please, be careful, all of you."

Kendo nodded, "We will. Now go!"

As Ashido and Ojiro hauled away the unconscious Bakugo, the girls focused back on the situation in front of them. The arrival of two more individuals had redefined the situation in the plaza, and a lot had changed in the course of only a few minutes.

The hooded Servant with the spear, who had previously been fighting Jiro's Saber, was now fully focused on the auburn-haired young man. With the warp villain and the black-skinned monster focused on Kendo's Saber, the remaining villains in the plaza had begun to set their eyes on the students and the now opponent-less Richard.

Kyoka frowned, 'With the unconscious Rider, we're even more of a target. Maybe we shouldn't have encouraged the others to leave.'

Before Jiro could decide a course of action, the female half of the new arrivals spoke up, turning to her companion, "Master, I trust you can hold off the Hound of Ulster for a brief while. I am going to try and learn about the situation we are in."

At Morgan's words, Shiro nodded, "Right."

Dispelling Kanshou and Byakuya, Shiro searched his Reality Marble for weapons with which to fight Berserker. While he had plenty of incredible options, he wanted to conserve his mana. Even with Morgan supporting him, overusing a high-power Noble Phantasm might be a fatal miscalculation.

'If it comes down to it, I won't hesitate to put my own life on the line.'

But that didn't mean he was going in unarmed. The first weapon he conjured was nameless, a halberd he'd copied from the King of Heroes's vault. The second, however, did possess a name. Although Anteros was a minor Noble Phantasm at best, it had once been wielded by the Achaean warrior Patrocles. Embodying Patrocles's fatal battle against Hector, Anteros imbued its wielder with greater strength when used against a warrior stronger than oneself.

Cú Chulainn regarded Shiro with a hint of intrigue, "I see you've learned some new tricks. You remind me of that filthy Archer."

Shiro shook his head as he prepared to fight, "No… this is the only thing I've ever been able to do."

"Is that so? Then that will make my hunt easy, boy."

Berserker rushed forward, thrusting Gáe Bolg deftly, but this wouldn't be like their encounter at the beginning of the Fifth War. Maneuvering with agility that the Servant didn't expect of him, Shiro managed to avoid being skewered. His attack having failed, Berserker twirled his spear before arcing it forward like a hammer. Choosing to block instead of dodge, Shiro caught the crimson spear with the crossed hafts of his weapons, clenching his teeth as he endured the fearsome blow.

'I don't know what's going on… but I know who my enemy is!'

Meanwhile, Morgan made her way over to the other part of the battlefield. Despite the chaotic situation, she seemed eerily calm. A few villains did try to stop her, but they were all quickly blasted away with some simple spellwork.

"Now, now… I need to talk to these children. Behave yourselves."

Morgan's eyes washed over the quintet of U.A. Students and Servants. Her soul-piercing gaze lingered on all of them, particularly Kendo, before finally settling on the injured Servant of the group.

'Well, I'll be… it's Astolfo the Paladin. Although, if I don't help with the treatment quickly, he will be a dead Servant and nothing more.'

Richard, meanwhile, was staring at Ruler dumbfoundedly, "I don't believe it… is it really her? Lady Le Fay?"

Morgan turned at the sound of her name, "You know of me, Servant of the Sword?"

True Saber's eyes sparkled, "Yes! I am Richard the Lionheart, an ardent follower of Camelot's stories!"

Morgan smiled as she watched Saber's very soul glimmer with fanboyish excitement, "So, you are the king that befriended my other half… come here, please. I'll need your help."

Saber faltered and gestured to Shigaraki and Berserker, "I… I cannot abandon my Master to those villains."

Morgan responded with an assuring tone, "My Master will hold back Berserker. As for the villains, worry not. All your Master and her friends need is a little assistance— Cryfhau."

Suddenly, both Kyoka and Kendo's bodies glowed with beryl-colored light. Kendo muttered softly, "My body… it feels so light."

Shigaraki scratched his neck, "Ahh… I gave them time to set up. That's no good. I'll have to get right to it."

The man, moving with the same incredible speed he'd displayed before, rushed toward Jiro, but the girl was surprised to find he seemed to be moving much slower than before. Raising her boot toward him, she plugged her jack into the amplifier…

…and Shigaraki was blasted backward.

Kyoka looked at the sight in shock as her hair fluttered from the overpowered sonic blast, "Huh?"

Content upon seeing what Morgan's magecraft was capable of, Saber dispelled William's steed and made his way over to Ruler, Rider, and Momo.

"Quite the spell you've imbued them with, Lady Le Fay. Not that I understand magecraft too well, though."

Although he spoke seriously, Morgan could hear the undertones of mirth in Saber's voice. It was only the direness of the present situation that stopped him from fanboying completely.

"Thank you. However, we don't have time for such pleasantries."

Kneeling next to Momo Yaoyorozu, who had been focused on trying to staunch Rider's bleeding, Ruler gazed at the Master of Astolfo. Glancing at Momo's hand, Morgan could sense the lingering energy of a spent Command Spell.

'So she expended a Command Spell to strengthen Rider's vitality. Smart. But it won't be enough.'

Momo yelped in surprise as Morgan knelt, nearly dropping the roll of bandages she had created.

"W-Who are you? What do you want?!"

Morgan's voice remained calm, "I am Ruler and he is Saber. We are Servants, and we are here to help."

Putting her hand above Astolfo's chest, Morgan spoke with purpose.

"Dewch yn ôl… Datganiad Dinistrio!"

Below Ruler's hand, a purple magic circle appeared as an aged-looking tome slowly manifested from Rider's body.

Momo's eyes widened. Rider had shown her that book once before, "Is that…?"

"The Luna Break Manual… or to use its proper name, Casseur de Logistelle. I gave this spellbook to Astolfo during his travels in the Isles—something you might have seen through the Dream Cycle. History misunderstands it to be the tome of the witch Logistella, but she never existed in the first place."

"Will this help us heal Rider?"

Ruler shook her head, "No, this book's purpose is to counteract magecraft. But it can serve a secondary purpose… as a catalyst."

Putting her hand on Astolfo, Morgan spoke softly, "Marweidd-dra."

At the quizzical look of Momo, Ruler smiled, "A stagnation spell. It will buy us time to summon the help we need."

Richard raised an eyebrow, "You're going to summon a Servant? I'd have expected all the slots to fill up at this point."

Ruler shook her head, "That's very true. But there is a loophole… and it lies within you, Saber."

"My secondary Noble Phantasm, Rounds of Lionheart."

"Precisely. It's quite the remarkable ability, to be able to summon supplementary Servants alongside yourself."

"But who could we summon… wait, you intend to summon her? Is that even possible?"

"Vivian, or Nimue I suppose you'd prefer, is my other half. While two of the same being should not be able to coexist, as Servants, our situation is… muddled. As Ruler, I am confined to my identity as Morgan. Meanwhile, as your Servant, Nimue would be confined to her own personality. There would be no overlap."

Richard nodded and took the spellbook from Morgan, "Alright."

Taking a deep breath, Saber spoke firmly, "Play the Lion's Melody on the Round Cross… Rounds of Lionheart!"

The very next moment, a strange wave of energy washed over the group… and the world around them shifted. Where once had been the concrete and organized greenery of the U.S.J. Plaza, now stood carved stone bricks and battlements. The entire group, through the power of Saber's Noble Phantasm, had been transported onto the wall of an infinitely vast medieval castle. Although similar in appearance to a Reality Marble to those experiencing it, Rounds of Lionheart was not a power that overwrote physical space. Instead, it was consciousness alone that was stolen away to a dreamscape, their bodies left where they sat or stood. If any of the other denizens of the plaza had been watching closely, it would have appeared as though Momo, Morgan, and Richard had entered some sort of trance.

Momo, confused by the strange place she found herself in, tried to stand and look around. Yet, as though drifting in another's dream, she found herself unable to move, only able to observe. Glancing around, she quickly noticed something— they were not the only group within the space.

Perched atop a neighboring battlement, three men stood watching. First was a man in a monk's robes, his face featuring a prominent stubble. The second man was a stern-looking, elderly knight, dressed in a cuirass. Clutched from the top by his right hand was a mighty-looking shield emblazoned with the image of a fearsome lion. The third man sat in front of the others, looking as though he might tip himself off the battlement at any moment. He was a striking individual in bloodstained leather armor, his messy white hair covering one of his eyes.

Richard nodded to his vassals, "Joachim, William, Mercadier. No doubt you've been listening as to why we are here."

The stern-looking man, William, nodded, "Yes, your majesty. We wish you luck."

As Morgan and Richard prepared themselves for the summoning, Momo continued to marvel at the space around her. No matter how she tried, she couldn't apply logic to this. Even in this marvelous era of Quirks, this was something on a different level.

'A Servant can do this…?'

Her focus on Rounds of Lionheart was broken, however, by a golden glow that emerged from behind her. As Momo turned back around, she heard the fluttering sound of pages turning rapidly.

The tome in Ruler's hand, Casseur de Logistelle, began to float up in golden light, responding to the energies of Rounds of Lionheart. The pages of the spellbook, compelled by a gravity only they could feel, were steadily torn out, whirling around Richard's body.

Richard spoke calmly as glowing pages of the book swirled around him, "I am Richard, King of England. On my authority as King… come forth within the Caster class! Manifest— Nimue!"

The space flooded with light, and when Momo reopened her eyes, she found herself back at the U.S.J.'s Central Plaza. Morgan turned to Richard, an expectant look on her face. She felt the reverberation in her Saint Graph, but she had to make sure the ritual was successful. After all, the summoning had drained Casseur De Logistelle. There would be no do-overs.

For a moment, all was still, and Momo wondered if what Richard had just attempted had failed. Morgan, however, smiled calmly.

As Richard himself opened his eyes, small globules of water began to manifest around him, a phantasmal melody echoing in his soul.

Three… had become four.

Reaching out from within his soul, Richard's newest vassal Servant made her presence known, the drops of water glowing in response to her influence.

Nimue, the Lady of the Lake, had arrived.

ĩ) « Hello, Richard. I see you and my other half need my help. »

Saber smiled, "Indeed. Will you lend us a hand, Lady Nimue?"

The Lady of the Lake chuckled in response.

ĩ) « Of course. My time here may be limited, but until I fade, my power is yours to wield. »

SUB-CASTER: NIMUE

Main Entrance, Unforeseen Simulation Joint
Day 5, Afternoon

Hearing the sound of footsteps on the stairs, Rikido Sato turned, ready to fight what villains were coming their way. To his relief, however, he was greeted by the familiar sight of several of his 1-A classmates. Turning around to speak to the only other student who remained near the entrance, the muscular boy spoke with hopefulness in his voice, "Hey, Uraraka! Some of our classmates are back!"

The girl looked up, pausing from her treatment of Thirteen, who she had bandaged with pieces of her and Sato's Hero Costumes, "Really? Who?"

Sato didn't need to even answer. Clamoring up the stairs with haste, the returning students hollered to their classmates.

Mina sighed with relief in her voice, "Uraraka! Sato!"

With Ojiro's help, Mina set down Bakugo.

Ochaco looked at her unconscious classmate confused, "What happened to Bakugo?"

Ojiro answered as he stood, "We asked one of the vigilantes to knock him out. He might've done something really stupid otherwise, so we made a judgment call."

A few moments later, another group of students arrived. Helping Asui lay the unconscious Aizawa against the exterior wall of the U.S.J., Denki Kaminari greeted his classmates.

"So this is everyone who's made it? Looks like some of us are still out there."

Sato nodded, "Yeah. Tokoyami, Koda, Shoji, Aoyama, Todoroki, and Sero… we're missing more than a few."

Ojiro looked a little surprised, "I'm shocked Todoroki isn't back yet. Although I think we can all agree he's in the Landslide Zone."

Mineta and Kaminari glanced toward the Landslide Zone, where masses of ice kept manifesting. The yellow-haired boy mumbled in amazement, "Geez… what I'd give for a Quirk like that."

Asui put a finger to her chin, "Perhaps the villains singled him out? He's probably our most well-known classmate, after all, Kero."

Mina nodded, "Yeah, they must have sicced a really nasty villain on him."

Turning to Ochaco and Sato, Ojiro asked a question lingering in his mind, "Say… where's Iida? You didn't mention him earlier, Sato."

Ochaco piped up excitedly, "Iida got away!"

Kaminari's eyes bulged in hopeful excitement, "Seriously? That's awesome news! We're saved!"

Mineta, meanwhile, was focused on the unconscious villains around them, "W-What happened to these guys?"

Sato glanced over, "One of the vigilantes, the lady with pink hair, beat them up. We don't have any way to tie them up though."

Ojiro nodded, "We keep an eye on them all… until Iida gets back here with help."

U.A. High School, Mustafu
Day 5, Afternoon

Looking over the students of Class 1-C, Haruka Osano pushed her textbook shut, "... and that's all for today. You've all got PE, so change and head down to the General Athletic Grounds. Don't keep Ms. Mizusawa waiting."

With that, the umber-haired teacher walked out, leaving her class to their own devices. As students shuffled around and packed, Izuku Midoriya began to put his books back into his bag. Next to him, Chikuchi Togeike whispered softly, "Hey, Midoriya?"

Midoriya turned, "What is it, Togeike?"

"Is that Archer lady who helped you in here? She can turn invisible, right?"

Midoriya paused nervously before he whispered back to Togeike, "I… I don't know. I haven't seen Archer since this morning."

Before the two could talk any further, a loud voice interrupted them, "Hey, whatcha guys talking 'bout?"

The voice belonged to one of their classmates, Taro Suzuki. Taro's hair and uniform were both sloppy, and his tie was decorated with a small harlequin pin. He also had a pencil stuck to his right hand.

Glancing at the pencil, Togeike spoke flatly, "Oh hey, Taro. By the way, your Quirk is acting up again."

Seeing the object stuck to his hand, Taro laughed sheepishly, forgetting about his question to Chikuchi, "Aw thanks, Chi! I'm always getting stuff stuck to me!"

"I know that, idiot! We've been neighbors for years!"

As the two continued to banter as they left the classroom, Izuku followed behind. He glanced for his other seat neighbor, Hitoshi Shinso, but the purple-haired boy was already further down the hall.

Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, Izuku noticed movement. Turning toward the window, his eyes fell upon the access road to some of U.A.'s more distant facilities. At the edge of his vision, running with superhuman speed, was one of the Heroics Students. Midoriya didn't recognize them in particular, but from their armor, it was clear they were involved with Heroics in some way.

'I wonder why he's running back all alone. Maybe it's a training exercise?'

If Izuku had possessed a sight-enhancing Quirk, he might have thought differently. He might have seen the panicked expression on Iida's face. He might have rushed to the speedster's aid. But, being Quirkless, he saw nothing and continued on his way. He didn't want to be on the shouting end of their gym teacher for being late. Ms. Mizusawa was a stickler for punctuality.

Izuku's Servant, however, had the superior sight of her class. Manifesting in the empty hallway, she watched as Ectoplasm and Snipe rushed over to the arriving Iida. Narrowing her eyes as she gazed in the direction of the U.S.J., Archer's instincts told her something was happening elsewhere on campus. That, however, wasn't her primary concern. Looking back at her Master as he moved down the hall, she sighed in disappointment. Her mind was made up on what to do next regarding her Master. The only question was… what would the boy do as a result?

Principal's Office, U.A. High School
Day 5, Afternoon

"That covers just about everything, no? Unless there was anything more that you wanted to add, Mr. Cervantes?"

Looking at U.A.'s principal, Hansa Cervantes shook his head, "No. I've said my keep."

But before Nezu could continue, Piero Shiozaki spoke up, "Hold on, Nezu. I've been thinking about that report about Momo Yaoyorozu's Servant… and something's troubling me."

Only a few minutes earlier, Nezu had received a call from Midnight, who had been assigned to watch over Momo and the Midoriyas' new shared residence. According to Inko Midoriya, the Rider-class Servant Astolfo (although Inko had believed them a vigilante) had been present in the residence. When they ran into Inko on accident, they quickly vanished in a flash of red light.

Detective Naomasa looked over to the man across from him and Toshinori, "What is it, Father Shiozaki?"

"It's just… Rider vanished in a flash of red light. Isn't that the color of a Command Spell, Mr. Cervantes?"

As Nezu processed that information, he felt a strange chill go down his spine. Hansa, meanwhile, answered Piero's question, "That's correct."

Nezu looked at Piero, who nodded before speaking again, "Piero, you told me that each Master in the Holy Grail War only gets three Command Spells, to be used in times of dire need. So then… why would Momo Yaoyorozu need to compel Rider with a Command Spell in the middle of class?"

Before the group could finish connecting the dots, the door to the office burst open, as Snipe arrived at the office in a panic.

"Sir. We've got a situation."

Nezu nodded, "What is it?"

"The U.S.J. is under attack. Tenya Iida managed to come and warn us, but the others are still in danger."

Naomasa paled, "So that Command Spell..."

Piero frowned, "Was because of the attack, it would seem."

Nezu interrupted the conversation by standing up from his chair, "Excuse me, gentleman. This matter far outstrips the importance of our meeting. Snipe, lead the way. Naomasa, call the police force. Toshinori, head to the gate as well."

The man nodded, buffing up and startling Piero and Hansa.

The trio then exited the office through the window, landing next to a surprised Iida and Ectoplasm.

Nezu nodded in greeting to Ectoplasm, before focusing on the bespectacled student of 1-A, "Mr. Iida, please describe the situation again."

"Villains have interrupted our rescue training! My classmates were warped around the facility and Thirteen was defeated!"

Nezu nodded as Toshinori clenched his fist, "How many villains?"

"Dozens at least, I'm not sure exactly… I apologize!"

"Any vigilantes?"

Iida was confused by the principal's guess but nodded, "Two of them… a woman wielding swords and a blonde man in knight's armor."

Nezu found this information quite intriguing, 'Neither of them match Rider's description. So there were other Masters amongst Class 1-A…'

Meanwhile, as the teacher gathered and prepared to depart for the U.S.J., Piero, Naomasa, and Hansa remained in Nezu's office.

Hansa whistled, "Wow… never would have guessed that Yagi guy was capable of such a thing. So he's that No.1 Hero of yours?"

Naomasa nodded, "Yes. It's a secret though, so please don't go spreading it around."

The eyepatched priest laughed, "Keeping secrets? Now that's old news to me, detective."

Central Plaza, Unforeseen Simulation Joint
Day 5, Afternoon

ĩ) « We must act quickly. Richard, I am going to channel my Magecraft through you. »

"Right. Go ahead, Lady Nimue."

Looking behind Richard, Momo swore she saw the visage of a beautiful woman made of water, but when Momo blinked, the woman was gone. As Momo continued to watch in fascination, Saber's hands became enveloped in spheres of glowing water. Setting his hands above Rider's wound, the two spheres fused before stretching into a thin layer that covered Astolfo from head to toe.

Morgan smiled wistfully, "Ah, the waters of Dozmary… how nostalgic."

Steeling herself, the black-clad witch nodded toward Richard, "I will support you. As for you, young Master of Rider, you should go help your classmates."

Momo was hesitant, even though she knew her classmates could use a hand. Although the two had been enhanced by Ruler's spell, Shigaraki was getting accustomed to their boosted abilities.

"I…"

Although she wanted to stay and help Rider, Momo knew Ruler was right. She needed to help her friends. She wouldn't let this be like her parents' deaths. She wasn't going to let anyone die in front of her again.

Morgan smiled at the girl's resolute face and chanted the same spell as she had earlier. As the beryl glow enveloped Momo, the young girl felt her Quirk overflow with power. If she had less control over her Quirk, she might have even started passively making springs and matryoshka dolls from the overwhelming energies welling up in her lipids.

Manifesting her first creation with remarkable speed, Momo brought forth a small cannon, pre-loaded with gunpowder and shot. Angling it towards Shigaraki, she lit the fuse with a newly crafted matchbox set. Normally, she never would have considered using lethal weaponry against a villain. However, her encounter with her parent's killer and her recent run-in with Berserker had changed her. She might lose her place in the Hero Course for this… but that was a consequence she was prepared to accept.

Ruler smiled at the sight, 'She is certainly deserving of Masterhood… that girl has a mettle to her.'

As he dodged a sonic blast from Jiro, Shigaraki saw the cannon out of the corner of his eye. However, he wasn't able to move out of the way before a resounding boom filled the plaza.

It was only Shigaraki's instincts that protected him. Reaching out in the direction of the cannon, his hands grabbed the searing hot cannonball. Withering the cannonball as it closed in, Shigaraki was able to nullify most of the flesh-scattering force it carried. Even so, the projectile managed to leave his hands and arms in a burnt and mangled state.

Shigaraki bit back the pain of the burns and broken bones, "Grrr… damn mobs."

The cannon, however, was just the beginning of Momo's assault. As Kyoka and Kendo watched in surprise, she conjured a tranquilizer gun. Firing three shots at Shigaraki, she hoped to tranquilize him while he was staggered.

Just as it seemed the darts would hit, Kurogiri's mist rushed in front of Shigaraki. The darts, warped by Kurogiri's power, shot off in random directions.

With her second attack foiled, Momo took a moment to assess the situation, discovering a pair of villains trying to sneak up on her.

Before Momo could react to them, however, Kendo and Kyoka covered her.

Yelling to her classmate, Kendo knocked out the two villains with a single strike of her enlarged fist, "Yaoyorozu! We've got your back!"

Kyoka smiled at the black-haired heiress, "Geez, Yaoyorozu… you weren't this crazy when we fought together in the Mountain Zone."

Momo's face flushed in embarrassment, "Well, I…"

Kendo interrupted the banter, her eyes locked on Shigaraki and Kurogiri, "No time for small talk, girls. Those two are still standing."

As he coalesced in front of Tomura, Kurogiri's voice echoed, "Apologies for interrupting, Tomura Shigaraki… I couldn't allow you to fall here."

Glancing at the warper, Shigaraki shrugged, "Meh. Deal with them for a while. I'm checking on our muscle."

"Very well. I shall coordinate with the recruits."

Shigaraki walked toward the two other battles currently occurring in the plaza, half of it now a field of blades. The auburn-haired man who was fighting Berserker seemed to have some sort of weapon conjuration Quirk. Although he was primarily defending himself from Berserker's attacks with a spear and halberd, he also seemed to be summoning numerous swords as makeshift shields and projectiles. However, these extra armaments weren't having a lick of effect on Berserker, whose very body seemed to repel the blades.

Tomura's primary interest, however, was the other battle raging on— the clash between Second Saber and Nomu.

Shigaraki watched with glee as Saber attempted to stun Nomu with a kick to the side, only for it to have no effect. He laughed and mocked Musashi's attempt, "It's useless… Nomu has Shock Absorption. You'll never get through that."

He continued laughing as Musashi leaped out of range of a grab from her opponent, "Nomu is a weapon bioengineered to match up to All Might himself. Even if you're a Servant, you'll stand no chance against him!"

Musashi smirked confidently, "Well, I can't take that one lying down. Seems it's time I took this a little seriously."

Shigaraki mumbled in surprise, "What?"

"Void Stance— Treading the Twofold Realm."

In an instant, faster than Shigaraki could perceive, Musashi had moved behind Nomu. Elegantly, she lowered her blades as lines began to appear across Nomu's body.

The bioengineered beast let out one final confused growl before realizing it had been sliced to pieces. Collapsing into a pile of flesh, Nomu's blood barely even had the chance to spill as it died.

Shigaraki lost his composure at the sight and began scratching his neck wildly, "Whaa… what? That's… that's cheating! This can't be right… Nomu, cut up like a tutorial monster? Hacks! This is hacks!"

Musashi laughed, "Oh well! Seems your toy just couldn't handle me!"

The Saber-class Servant looked away from Shigaraki's tantrum and surveyed the battlefield. She could go team up with her Master, but that wasn't where the true battle was at. Settling her sight on Berserker and his opponent, Musashi vaulted forward.

'I needed a real battle anyways! Time to join in!'

As he battled Berserker, Shiro Emiya couldn't help but be reminded of his words to Gilgamesh at the end of the Fifth War. They had mainly been used as a means of taunting his enemy, yet it would be wrong to call them a lie.

"Against any other Servant, I wouldn't stand a chance."

Even now, after having spent time at the Clock Tower and completing numerous missions for the Association, he still felt that rang true. He'd already traced the memories from Berserker's variation of Gáe Bolg, but knowing the warrior's fighting style wasn't going to solve his current dilemma. Berserker's strength was just too monstrous for him to keep up with.

Shiro didn't have time to think further, however, as Berserker closed in on him once more. Raising his weapons to block, he cursed as the sheer force of Gáe Bolg's strikes began to splinter his weaponry. Both Patrocles's spear and Gilgamesh's halberd were on the verge of breaking.

'I need to create distance. Maybe…!'

Flooding prana into his traced weapons, he caused the Noble Phantasms to overload. Simultaneously, he strengthened his own body even further with Reinforcement.

Already exhausted by battle, their energies only produced a small explosion, but it was enough to knock Shiro away from Berserker without hurting him.

Unfortunately, the explosion wasn't enough to stun Berserker either. The maneuver had bought Shiro distance, but not the time he needed to summon a new weapon that could stand up to Gae Bolg. Seeing Berserker was preparing to throw his spear, Shiro raised his arm as his eyes widened. Gathering his magical energy, he prepared to call upon the best defensive Noble Phantasm in his arsenal.

The Seven-Layered Oxhide Shield: Rho Aias.

A legendary shield used by Aias the Great in the Trojan War, Shiro knew Archer had used it to block a blow from Gáe Bolg during the Fifth War. He'd have to bear through the pain of any shattered layers as he traced a new weapon, but he was fine with that. It was better than the result of being actually struck.

"The Seven Rings that Cover the Burning Heavens—"

Just before Rho Aias could manifest, Second Saber suddenly leapt into the fray, her attack disrupting Berserker's own, "Sorry to barge in, but you looked like you could use some help!"

Shiro's eyes widened at the approach of another Heroic Spirit, and doubly so once he got a glance at her blades. It was such a wealth of information he forced himself to stop tracing the blades' history before it overwhelmed him. Pushing back his newly-gained knowledge of an alternate Musashi Miyamoto and the multiverse, Shiro refocused himself. Musashi's intervention had given him a chance to re-arm himself, and he was going to take full advantage of it. Stepping back, Shiro began to consolidate his mana. To his surprise, he felt a lot more at his disposal than usual. Looking over at Ruler, he saw his Servant wink at him.

'She's providing me with mana? Tohsaka will riot when she hears this. However… I'm certainly not complaining.'

While Shiro concentrated, Musashi continued her clash with Berserker, swinging her katanas towards him simultaneously. The fallen hero blocked the swords with his arm, pushing them back before they had a chance to cleave through flesh. The Celtic demigod yelled in anger, "Wench! Get out my way!"

"Now that's not nice. Have you seen a therapist about those anger issues?"

Consolidating power around Gáe Bolg, Berserker thrust his spear toward Musashi. It was not imbued with the same intent that Berserker had used against Rider, however, so it lacked the heart-piercing certainty it might have had. Dodging, Musashi whistled as the energy of the blow melted the floor of the plaza.

Taking advantage of the fact that Saber was holding Berserker back, Shiro had entered a state of pseudo-meditation. While he had trained to the point that calling upon even weapons like Vajra formed quickly, the key to tracing divine weapons quickly was practice. Even the aforementioned Vajra, which he had used during a battle in Monaco two years ago, had been something he had practiced tracing before using in a real battle. This weapon wasn't one he'd called on before— he'd need time to sort through its history.

It was a weapon enshrined in the memories of the Gáe Bolg, a yew-hewn spear that glistened with the purest light.

Judging the concept of creation.

It was looted from the island city of Gorias during the rise of the Tuatha Dé Danann.

Hypothesizing the basic structure.

Made by the hands of men, even the Tuath Dé acknowledged its worth.

Duplicating the composition material.

Given to Lugh, the God of Light, it became a weapon he wielded with terrifying proficiency.

Imitating the skill of its making.

Formed from a light that refused to cease, only a barrel of umbral water could serve as its sheathe.

Sympathizing with the experience of its growth.

In the hands of Lugh, its branching fury was unleashed upon the warriors at Magh Tuireadh.

Reproducing the accumulated years.

Striking like lightning, its radiance blinded the Fomorians who faced its wrath.

Excelling every manufacturing process.

Its glory, reminiscent of Odin's Gungnir, would go on to inspire the spears made by the Witch of Dún Scáith.

Brionac: The Five Roaring Stars

The glowing white spear was still manifesting in Shiro's hand as he slammed it into the ground. A line of light shot toward Cú Chulainn. As the line passed under the Celtic demigod, ripples appeared in the light.

Leaping back instinctively, Berserker narrowly avoided being pierced by the four large copies of Brionac erupting from the ground. Musashi, who had also moved back, whistled in appreciation, "Wow! What sort of attack was that?"

Sliding backward, Berserker's fingernails tore into the floor. Glaring at the weapon in Shiro's hand, he spoke slowly, "So… you wield one of my father's spears against me."

Shiro smiled, "I've graduated from rolled-up paper, Lancer— no, you're a Berserker now, aren't you?"

The power of Brionac was unmistakable to Cú. A spear carved from a yew tree bathed in light. A weapon that was one, yet also five. It lacked the causality-reversing power of his Gáe Bolg or the sure-hit ability of Gungir, but Brionac's power was nothing to scoff at. The ability to manifest four copies of itself when used was versatile and deadly at the same time.

Berserker didn't know how Shiro Emiya had managed to produce a near-perfect copy of Brionac, and, frankly, he didn't care. His task was to annihilate his enemies. Nothing more, nothing less.

Leveling his spears at his opponents, Cú Chulainn's body glowed with power. He would ravage the foes in front of him. Roaring furiously, he charged forward. Even as Musashi slashed and Brionac erupted from the ground, he pressed onward— into battle.

Even if that battle meant he would have to unveil his second Noble Phantasm.

Shizuoka Prefecture, Japan
Day 5, Afternoon

Driving her motorcycle down the access highway for the city of Mustafu, Rin Tohsaka glanced down toward a red pendant attached to her waist.

Once, the jewel had been a treasure of the Tohsaka Family, endowed with the magical energy of countless magi.

Rin had exhausted that energy to save Shiro's life in the Fifth Holy Grail War, leaving the pendant largely powerless. Not wanting to waste such a fine jewel, however, Rin had found a new use for it.

Programming it using a blood sample "acquired" from Shiro, she remade the pendant into a Mystic Code capable of notifying her of her boyfriend's presence. Shiro, of course, was not informed.

"Well Shiro… sorry to say, you've brought yourself into quite the mess."

Although she was unsure of what situation Shiro might be in, Rin had her own problems to worry about. Her Servant, Hippolyta, had picked a fight with Heracles… and gotten embroiled in something much bigger for her troubles.

Through the eyes of her familiar, Rin Tohsaka had been watching Rider's battle since it had begun, but the outlook had begun to look increasingly grim. The unidentified Saber didn't seem to pose much of a threat, but Heracles continued to live up to his potential, withstanding the power of Rider's Goddess of War with the help of his own Noble Phantasm. On top of all of that, a new threat had made its way to the battleground– Gilgamesh, King of Heroes.

Gilgamesh was a Heroic Spirit that Rin was already quite familiar with. Having been summoned by her father during the Fourth Holy Grail War, Gilgamesh had gone on to survive with the help of Kirei Kotomine and became a major threat in the latter portions of the Fifth War.

'Worse still, it seems that Gilgamesh remembers the Fifth Holy Grail War. This will set him against Shiro and I from the outset.'

The situation was becoming increasingly complicated. If the multi-sided clash continued to escalate, Hippolyta might be forced to use her second Noble Phantasm.

'If I force Rider away with a Command Spell, I risk alienating her. I just need to trust her for now. If anyone can weather an assault from Gilgamesh and Heracles, it's her. My priority is finding Shiro and that eyepatched priest.'

Following the trail of mana, Rin felt herself getting increasingly close to Shiro. Revving her motorcycle, she passed into Mustafu's city limits.

After a few minutes of driving, Rin could sense the trail veering. Glancing up at the road sign for the highway's exit, the brunette magus read out the emblazoned text.

"U.A. High School… is that where you are, Shiro?"

Themiskyra, Anatolia
A Long, Long Time Ago…

"Sis!"

"Big Sis!"

"Sister!"

As she lay against the broken mast of an Amazonian ship, mortally wounded, Hippolyta heard the frantic cries of her sisters.

"Penthesilea… Antiope… Melanippe…"

Though her sight had already begun to fail her, the Queen of the Amazons could still see the tearful faces of her three sisters gathering over her.

Silver-haired Penthesilea, eldest of the three, spoke through gritted teeth, "That damned son of Zeus… how dare he! Betraying us— betraying you!"

Hippolyta coughed heavily as she shook her head, "Cough, cough… no, sister. Though Heracles may have sealed my fate, it is not his fault."

Melanippe, an amazoness with dark brown hair, spoke softly, "How? He defeated you in battle, he betrayed your trust…"

Hippolyta chuckled weakly, "No, Heracles is not that sort of man. This battle was of Hera's design, I am sure of it. She must have been the Amazon who rallied you towards my vessel."

When Heracles had come to Themiskyra, seeking to steal Hippolyta's sash, he had surprised the Amazon Queen by honestly declaring his intentions.

Hippolyta, impressed by Heracles's honesty, met him on her vessel. She had willingly surrendered her sash, Goddess of War, to him after a lengthy and flirtatious conversation.

Hera, however, had not been satisfied by this outcome. Her vindictive nature refused to allow Heracles an easy labor, and so she descended from Olympus to interfere. Disguising herself as an Amazonian scout, Hera falsely reported that Heracles intended to kidnap Hippolyta and force her to marry him.

Compelled by Hera's manipulative words, the population of Themiskyra rallied in defense of their queen. Heracles and his crew, believing themselves betrayed, turned on Hippolyta and her entourage before fleeing from the Themiskyrian reinforcements.

As Hippolyta continued to bleed out, her youngest sister began tearing off portions of chiton for bandages, "B-Big sis… we can s-still save you! Please don't d-die!"

Clutching her sister's cheek, Hippolyta smiled, "Oh, Antiope… I'm sorry. But this is where my journey ends. My only— cough— regret is that I won't get to see you blossom into a true Amazon."

With that, Hippolyta took in a deep breath, and the light began fading from her eyes. As Antiope pressed her face against Hippolyta's bloodstained chest, the Amazon Queen felt a lone tear fall from her single intact eye.

"May we meet again in Elysium… sisters…"

Akaishi Mountains, Shizuoka Prefecture
Day 5, Afternoon

With the arrival of the King of the Heroes, the battle in the Akaishi Mountains had become even more chaotic.

As Chrysaor and Hippolyta continued their respective assaults on Heracles, Gilgamesh rained fire indiscriminately onto the battlefield with his Gate of Babylon.

"Hmph, such irritating mongrels, buzzing about on my battlefield."

Hippolyta, who had remounted Kalion, retorted, "Your battlefield? If you want to lay claim to my prey, step down from your lofty perch, gilded king."

Gilgamesh's eyes narrowed as Hippolyta swatted away another sword with her bow before raising it toward him. When the Queen of the Amazons shot a volley of arrows toward Gilgamesh, he called forth a particular Noble Phantasm from his vault.

It was an anti-arrow auto-defensor Noble Phantasm called "The Thunderbolts". Raining down lightning, it disintegrated Hippolyta's arrows before they could strike the King of Heroes.

"You would ask me to crawl upon the dirt like a common soldier? Me— The King? You have some nerve, mongrel girl."

Raising a hand to the sky, he then unleashed another, faster volley from the Gate of Babylon. He briefly considered drawing Merodach, but ultimately decided against it for the moment. Though the Rider-class Servant below him was certainly strong enough to warrant the Original Sin's selection, her attitude was grating to him. She spoke as if she was his equal. If she proved her worth he might reward her with an admirable death, but not until he was satisfied.

There were also the other Servants to consider. While the Saber was a third or second-rate Heroic Spirit unworthy of his consideration, Heracles was the reason he had descended onto this battlefield. He'd had experience battling against a Berserker-class version of Heracles in the Fifth Holy Grail War and was eager to test the demigod once again.

'Yet, even in the presence of my radiance, the mongrels continue to fight amongst themselves.'

As Gilgamesh pondered, the heroes below were given a momentary respite from the Archer-class Servant's assault.

Seeing that Heracles's attention was still on Gilgamesh, False Saber made his move. Propelling himself with a burst of hydrokinesis, he shot forward like a bullet, his blade biting into the side of Heracles's neck.

Moving his hand up to his neck reactively, Heracles could feel Kapros's poison spreading through his body despite the blood pouring from his wound. Distracted and slowed by Chrysaor's poisonous strike, he was unable to avoid Gilgamesh's next volley. The King of Heroes, capitalizing on the situation, had shifted targets back to Heracles, impaling the demigod with dozens of weapons.

Wounded beyond his capacity, Heracles's Noble Phantasm activated in response to the immense damage. Just as before, Heracles's body glowed red-hot as Gilgamesh's weapons faded into golden dust and Chrysaor's poison was incinerated from his bloodstream. Resurrected and restored, the False Archer of the Holy Grail War stood proudly once again.

The Twelve Labors: God Hand

'Eight lives left… I'm not at risk of defeat yet, but I must be cautious. Both Hippolyta and this other Archer still have abilities they've yet to show. And while I believe I've been exposed to the majority of Saber's abilities, I still don't know how his poison will interact with God Hand.'

Gilgamesh laughed at the sight, "Hahaha! Your power of resurrection truly is remarkable."

Looking up at Gilgamesh, Heracles spoke sternly, "Fellow Archer. You speak as though we have met before. Tell me, who are you?"

"Those who do not recognize my radiance on sight would normally not deserve my name. But you, mongrel, have earned a modicum of my respect. So revel in the truth!"

Even though Saber and Rider would also overhear his identity, Gilgamesh had no issues with revealing his true name to them as well. They were also about to be tested, after all. The King of Heroes had made up his mind. It was time to unveil the Original Sin.

Opening up a single portal in front of him, Gilgamesh reached in and drew a silver sword with a golden hilt, the second-greatest weapon in his vault. It was a sword once wielded by his father, a representation of Marduk's parricide of Tiamat and Abzu, and a predecessor to the swords of selection that would entrench themselves in human history.

Merodach: The Original Sin

"I am Gilgamesh, King of Heroes! Now burn, mongrels who leech from my treasury! Burn in the light of Merodach's judgment!"

As he pointed the sword skyward, it let out a brilliant and blinding light. The energy soared into the heavens before descending as seven massive rays of light. The beams burned away everything they touched, melting the mountainside away with holy light. Chrysaor and Hippolyta barely managed to avoid being swallowed up, but Heracles was partially struck by the light. Even though it only caught part of his arm, the light seemed to target his very life force. In an instant, his body glowed red hot as three more of his lives were taken from him.

'If that had struck me head on… I might have died instantly.'

Seeing that all of his opponents had survived, Gilgamesh laughed as he returned Merodach to his treasury.

"Well done, mongrels. Perhaps you are not helpless lambs. You have earned my attention. Show me what you can do."

Resealing the gates to his treasury, the King of Heroes began lounging on his Vimana.

Hippolyta smiled, "Seems he's the sort to rule from on high. Still better than Eurystheus though, Heracles?"

"Yes. Now then, the King of Heroes may have given us a respite… but I don't intend to give either of you an inch."

Heracles' words were fitting, for Chrysaor was already trying to capitalize on his apparent distraction. Rushing toward Heracles with water swirling around his blade, Saber swung at lightning speed. Yet when his blade met Heracles's skin, it ricocheted off as though he was striking a mountain.

'What?!'

Although Gorgon's Blood had a unique conceptual property that could not be resisted by God Hand, the blade itself still had to pierce the skin of Heracles. With death having granted him multiple levels of resistance to Chrysaor's blade, Heracles was now an even harder opponent to slay.

Thrown off by Heracles's resistance, Saber was unprepared for his opponent's counter. With a firm punch to the gut, the Heroic Spirit of the Bow sent Chrysaor flying off into the forest. He then turned toward the approaching Hippolyta. Both heroes had their bows poised and ready.

"I'm going to finish this, Hippolyta."

As Kalion galloped forward, the Amazoness grinned, "Just try it, Heracles."

"Shooting the Hundred Heads… NINE LIVES!"

Due to the sheer speed of the arrows, Heracles's multidirectional attack produced a vast cloud of dust. For a moment, all was quiet as the son of Zeus lowered his head. This attack had defeated Hippolyta in life… and it seemed this battle would end the same. Or so it seemed, until an arrow came soaring towards his chest. Reacting quickly, Heracles grabbed the arrow and crushed it into splinters.

Hippolyta rode out of the dust the very next moment, a few scrapes and scratches the only evidence of Heracles's attack having struck her. Her expression was steeled, and her sash glowed with divine power.

"This won't be like in Themiskyra, Heracles. I have my sash and my steed. This battle isn't over yet!"

Gilgamesh, who watched the clash silently, smirked. The battle of the demigods was still ongoing, and he would entertain himself by observing its conclusion.

Heracles readied himself, knowing that Rider wasn't his only threat. Any second now, Saber was likely to return. This wasn't going to be like in Themiskyra at all. This was a battle royale between Heroic Spirits, and no one was going down easily.

Chūbu-Sangaku National Park, Chubu
Day 5, Afternoon

As he sat at the small campsite he shared with Lancer, Sigma quietly went about eating a light meal of nuts and wild berries.

The day, like the one before it, had been quiet in the mountain forest. Enkidu had settled in to focus on the presence of their dearest friend.

'Seems like Gil is fighting again. It's quite the interesting set of souls he's set his eyes upon.'

In addition to Gilgamesh's radiant presence, Enkidu's Presence Detection had detected at least three strong souls in proximity to him.

The first was a soul that seemed to embody strength. It reminded Enkidu of Gilgamesh's pet lions, Urmah and Urgula. A soul that was both ferocious and gentle in its own way. Their divinity was remarkable as well, comparable to Gilgamesh's own.

The second soul wasn't as powerful as the first, but they had a radiance about them that assured Enkidu of their ties to divinity.

The final soul was more strange, an odd mix of monstrousness and divinity. They were undoubtedly the weakest Heroic Spirit present, but they had a shadowed radiance that intrigued Enkidu nonetheless.

There had been additional strong presences Enkidu had sensed in that direction, but it was difficult to discern any details. The only proper glimpse the earthen doll had felt was at a moment when the world opened up, and a soul of steel descended into this reality.

Just as Enkidu was about to refocus back on Gilgamesh, they felt a change in the forest. The sudden approach of two presences, one eerily familiar. How had they gotten so close without being detected?

Standing up, Enkidu gazed out into the woodlands. Sigma, noticing the change in Enkidu's demeanor, put his plate down. If Lancer was on edge, that could mean many things— but none of them were good.

Gazing out into the empty woodlands, Enkidu spoke in a stern tone, "I know you are out there, Ishtar. Show yourself."

For a moment, the forest remained quiet. Then, the air in front of the camp shimmered as the goddess released her concealment spell.

Ishtar was dressed in a burgundy dress and black heels, and her white hair was fashioned into twin tails. Behind her, dressed only in khaki pants and large yellow shoes, was Curator's former bodyguard, Bearhead. Around the bestial villain's furred claws were two cyan wristguards with metal handguards.

Enkidu nodded curtly at the goddess, "I see you pierced through my barrier."

Ishtar laughed, "Oh, are we not doing pleasantries, Enkidu? Yes, I did pierce that barrier of yours. Perhaps you should make it sturdier next time, no?"

"It was made to repel ordinary people… not hold against a goddess's authority."

"Of course not. You may be the Chains of Heaven, but a simple barrier would never contain me."

Ishtar winked at Sigma, who had drawn a black combat knife. As she spoke, he felt a compulsion wash over him, but firmly resisted it.

When Ishtar saw the young man's expression stay neutral, she frowned, "So, another soul with fortitude. You empty types are always so boring. Yatsu, deal with the boy."

Before Bearhead could make a move, Enkidu stepped forward and the ground began to shift around them.

In the next moment, three magnificent lances shot toward Ishtar and Bearhead, poised to strike. The goddess, unfazed by the sudden attack, simply snapped her fingers, causing the weapons to explode before they touched her.

The entire exchange had taken only a second, with even Sigma's magically-enhanced perception unable to follow the two Servants' actions. Yet Sigma was not the only one confused. Gazing perplexedly at Ishtar, Enkidu spoke softly.

"That power of yours… it's different from how it used to be— more alien."

Ishtar chuckled. Enkidu was quite observant, being able to notice her newfound ability— her Quirk— so quickly.

The goddess's echo smiled, "The Grail was unwilling to provide me with a proper body, so I had to make do… but this shoddy vessel comes with benefits. Now then… like I said, Yatsu, go deal with the boy."

Enkidu spoke firmly, "I will not let you harm my Master."

Ishtar's eyes glimmered as particles of ash began to swirl around her. Steadily, they began congealing and crystallizing, "And how will you do that, doll… when you're busy dealing with me?!"

Ishtar raised her left arm, launching forward a gemstone that soon splintered with destructive force, releasing dozens of lightning bolts that pushed Enkidu back.

Sigma, seeing his Servant was occupied, focused on the large bear-like man rushing towards him, the villain's bestial maw grinning at the prospect of a hunt.

Lacking information on his opponent, Sigma opted to make for the treeline. He had faced strong opponents before, but this would be his first time going it alone.

As Sigma went to hide amongst the trees, Bearhead sniffed the air. He then laughed and grinned menacingly, "Run all you like, boy… ol' Bearhead's here to hunt you down!"

To be continued in Chapter 22: Bladestorm

A/N: It's hard to believe, but tomorrow is the first anniversary of this fanfiction! It's an odd feeling for me, as I'm someone who usually keeps their story ideas to themselves, and this fanfiction has helped me shift my perspective on my own writing abilities. I'd like to give an extra special thank you to everyone who has supported the series in its first year, as well as to my editors, who have helped me refine this story thus far despite their busy schedules.

There's a lot of Fate: Mysterious Night left to go, and I have no intention of quitting halfway. We've still got two chapters of Arc 4 left to go, and then we'll be continuing on into Arc 5.

Here's to more years of Fate: Mysterious Night to come!

Now, on to the Lunar File!

Lunar Files: U.S.J. Situation Report (Updated)
Numerous characters have moved around the U.S.J. over the last few chapters. With this arc now in its latter half, here's an updated look at their current locations.

Main Entrance:
:: Anan Kurose / Thirteen (Incapacitated)
:: Shota Aizawa / Eraserhead (Incapacitated)
:: Ochaco Uraraka
:: Rikido Sato
:: Mashirao Ojiro
:: Mina Ashido
:: Katsuki Bakugo (Unconscious)
:: Denki Kaminari
:: Minoru Mineta
:: Tsuyu Asui

Central Plaza:
:: Itsuka Kendo
:: Momo Yaoyorozu
:: Kyoka Jiro
:: Shiro Emiya
:: False Rider / Astolfo (Incapacitated)
:: Ruler / Morgan Le Fay
:: True Saber / Richard I
:: Second Saber / Musashi Miyamoto
:: Nomu (Deceased)
:: Tomura Shigaraki
:: Kurogiri
:: Second Berserker / Cú Chulainn

Downpour Zone:
:: Fumikage Tokoyami
:: Koji Koda
:: Mezo Shoji

Landslide Zone:
:: Shoto Todoroki
:: Ashuto Himura / Airgetlám

Location Unknown:
:: Yuga Aoyama
:: Hanta Sero

At The Main Campus:
:: Tenya Iida