—To bolster Chaldea's forces.
—And to welcome the vessel's queen (without her consent).
The fateful summoning begins—!
"Allow me to introduce myself again. I am Kiyohime. Pleased to meet you, Master…?"
A Berserker appears, clad in a kimono, wielding a fan, with horns and an air of refined elegance.
"Kiyohi! It's Kiyohi!"
"That snake woman again? I expect little in terms of strength, but there's a limit to mediocrity."
"My, how harsh. True, I was raised like a delicate butterfly, but my Noble Phantasm ranks equal to yours…?"
—Really!? Equal to the Hero King!?
"Hm… Very well. I'll trust those words and permit you to join Chaldea. Stick to Master like glue."
"Ufufu, as I wish. When it comes to devotion, none surpass me…"
"Nice to meet you, Kiyohi!"
"Yes, Anchin-sama."
"…Snakes are unorthodox, aren't they? Snake-like. Haha!"
"Pardon?"
—Japan, that far-eastern island. What kind of wild land is it…
"Next!!"
Regaining focus, the summoning circle activates.
"Berserkers aren't my top pick. They're strong but mana-hungry and disobedient… Honestly, if we've got Heracles, that's—"
"Better safe than sorry. There might be a pleasant Berserker out there, right?"
Da Vinci-chan chimes in, backing Romani.
"Is that even a Berserker?"
"No idea. Here it comes!"
The light fades, revealing—
"Yo! I'm Sakata Kintoki! I'll be in your care. Call me Golden!"
A burly, spirited giant brimming with vigor and muscle appears… Sakata Kintoki? Another Japanese hero!?
"Hm. Golden… A fine name you bear."
"—!!"
The moment he sees the vessel, Golden freezes.
"What? Got something to say?"
"—Cool."
"What?"
"…Super ultra-cool, man… The goldenest of all Goldens, shining dazzlingly…!!"
"Pardon?"
Golden trembles with awe, then bows deeply.
"You're the true Golden King! Please, an autograph! Right on my back, a wicked cool Golden signature!"
…Huh? He's a Japanese hero, right? Why all the foreign slang?
"What, a Berserker who gets it? Recognizing my majesty instantly—truly, I'm great. Haha. Marker's fine?"
He scribbles "Gilgamesh" boldly. Golden nods, satisfied.
"Thank you! Now, my Master is—"
"Me!"
"—…What's that?"
"Nice to meet you… uh."
"Huh? What's up?"
"N-Nothing! You're just… close!"
"?"
"Haha, so fresh. Elementary school vibes? Get along well."
—Japan is…
"Next! That's it for Berserkers!"
"Yes! Summon program, start!"
Light bursts and converges.
"Two Japanese heroes in a row. Another one?"
"I don't know Japan's deal, nor do I care, but too many Berserkers, no?"
Does that mean there are a lot of crazy people…?
"Haha, national trait, maybe? —Here it comes!"
There appears—
"Shinsengumi Vice-Commander, Hijikata Toshizo. Class? Doesn't matter. As long as I'm here… this is the Shinsengumi."
A tall swordsman in Western-style combat gear stands tall.
"Another Japanese… Too much madness, isn't it?"
"Wazzat!? Hijikata-san!?"
Master gasps. The man called Hijikata glances over.
"You're the Master. …Give it your all. Don't give up."
"Y-Yes!"
"Shinsengumi… Speaking of, you've got an acquaintance here. First a Saber wannabe, now a Berserker wannabe?"
"Who're you?"
"I am Gorgeous, Gilgamesh. The king of kings ruling this Chaldea."
"Got it. —I'll be in your care."
He returns the greeting. …Huh? They all talk? Maybe Heracles can talk too, secretly.
"Good. Keep at it."
"So, this acquaintance…"
Before he finishes, a loud, cheerful voice echoes.
"Heyy! Gacha time!? Spending's like eating—go all in! Check this out! A Kuma no ○-san mask I made with Jeanne-san! Looks good, right? Looks good!? Time for a mimic act! 'Hi, I'm ○-san. I ate honey—'"
"What're you doing…?"
"—…Huh? H-Hijikata-san…?"
The air freezes. Okita trembles.
"So it's you, huh? Having quite the blast, Okita."
"W-W-W-Wait, wait, wait!"
"—You haven't gone soft, have you!?"
Hijikata draws his sword—Whoa!
"What's this 'Pooh-san' nonsense!? Are you mocking me!? Shinsengumi Code, Article One! Recite it, Okita!!"
"Yes!! 'Never betray the way of the warrior'!!"
"That pathetic act screams negligence!! I'll assist your seppuku—Cut your belly, Okita!!"
His demonic aura surges as Okita flees like a rabbit.
"Wait, wait, wait!! It's free time, so I'm allowed!!"
"Excuses after you cut your belly!! Behave, you punk—!!"
"Eeeeek, help!! Isn't Okita-san getting treated too harshly!?"
"Uoooohhh!!"
They storm out, nearly breaking the door…
"…"
"Gil…"
—No words needed.
"…Well, I don't expect Sabers from Berserkers. Think positively. Talking Berserkers are a win, no?"
"R-Really…?"
"Reining them in is your job, Master. I'm out."
"Next… Let's go with Assassin."
—It's gonna be lively, at least.
"⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ (Recent Berserkers are living in the future…)"
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