The air hums with anticipation as a new singularity unfolds, pulling the heroes into a vibrant, chaotic clash on Roman soil.
"Gather 'round, kids! I'll read you a story!"
"Yay!"
"So exciting!"
"Make it a golden one, Boss!"
"Leave it to me—huh?"
The call to battle rings out.
A rayshift complete, eyes snap open.
The sky stretches wide, the earth's scent fills the lungs. Life pulses in the air.
This world, undeniably real, challenges them once more—
"Hmph, a second go-around dulls the novelty, doesn't it? Mash, Master. You're here, right?"
"Of course!"
"Yes, right here!"
Their voices echo at her back as she gazes upward.
"That ribbon of light in the sky—it's an eyesore, no matter where you are."
A radiant band streaks across the heavens, burning away ⬛⬛⬛, binding ⬛⬛⬛'s ⬛⬛.
Her soul still lags behind the body's knowledge. Will she ever grasp that?
"What is that thing?"
"I don't know… it feels like something immense, but…"
["We're analyzing it full throttle, but it's a complete mystery. What is that?"]
"Well, for now, we leave it be. That's the only certainty."
Right. Set aside the unknown for now.
That ribbon ties to the incineration of humanity—no doubt about it. One day, they'll unravel its truth.
"Yeah, let's shelve the mysteries for later!"
["That'd help! Uh, that's not a Roman city, is it?"]
Scanning the surroundings: rolling hills, no buildings, no city.
"More like a pasture begging for sheep."
"Some glitch must've skewed our coordinates. Honestly, nothing ever goes smoothly. Oh well—trips come with surprises."
Every mishap brings new encounters, new wonders. Embrace them, and they're no burden.
"Oh, right, Master. I meant to tell you—after that last summoning, we've forged contracts with a slew of heroes, bolstering our forces."
"Yup! I talked to everyone!"
"Good. This journey, use them boldly. Gain experience as a Master."
"As a Master?"
"Exactly. Judge your foes, choose your Servants, decide who to summon. Take command of the battlefield. Mash will guard you as always. I'll handle the singularity's root and take the general's head."
This time, they'll likely cross blades with countless generals and lieutenants—Roman ones, no doubt Servants. Perfect for honing Servant combat skills, for her and the Master alike.
"I'm not cut out for grunt work anyway. I'm better suited to holding the line, striking the final blow."
She won't slack in battle, of course.
"Use your allies wisely, let them clear the chaff. That's the path to victory. Got it?"
"Got it! Think for myself, right? I'll do my best!"
"I'll support you, Senpai!"
"Hah, you're getting it! Alright, let's hit the road—"
["Hold up! There's a battle raging nearby! No records mention a fight near a city in this era!"]
An impossible event means—
"Hmph, things are moving fast. Mash, Master! Let's go—time for some sightseeing!"
"Yes, sir!"
"Got it!"
An undeniable anomaly. They must face it without fear.
On a plain barely crossed, two armies clash.
Both gleam in crimson and gold, but one figure stands out—a radiant beauty wielding a sword, outshining all, holding the line.
That figure, that face—
["That's me! I'm right there!!"]
Nero's voice booms out of nowhere.
"Don't yell out of the blue! You're here?!"
["Of course I'm here♪ Look! Fighting with the grace of a rose and the ferocity of a lion—that's me!"]
"True, on closer look…"
["She is none other than the true Roman Emperor, Nero Claudius! That's me! Praise me—you're allowed to!"]
So, Nero's a woman. Like Arthur. Historians are sloppier than I thought.
"Got it. Different outfit, but—no, you're the odd one, bride-wannabe."
["Not a wannabe—a true bride! More importantly, she's outnumbered! We must aid her!"]
"B-But… what if she's the enemy?"
["Impossible! I am Rome! Rome is me! I'd never betray Rome!"]
["She's right—no Servant signature from her. That Nero is human!"]
"So, Master, what's the call?"
She wants to save her. But the final decision rests with—
"Let's save Nero! Nero is Rome, and Rome is Nero!"
["Yes, Master! I'm thrilled!!"]
The Master's call is made!
"What a morally bankrupt operator you are, Jeanne. Fine—let's scatter them! Channel your mana! You lot, back her up! I'll handle the rabble!"
Sort the treasures. Load sword, spear, bow.
"Got it! They didn't get a turn last time, so I'll let these two take point!"
Raising her right hand, she connects to Chaldea.
"Come forth, 'Emiya'! 'Cú Chulainn'!"
A blue flash erupts, summoning a red archer and a blue lancer.
"Didn't think I'd fight alongside you."
"Save it, Archer. That's my line."
"Nice choice, Master. Skewer 'em from behind, no guilt!"
"Watch it, Goldie! Try anything funny, and I'll skewer you first!"
"Hah, you're the lancer who can't hit a barn, fool. How about a contest? Most enemies felled!"
"Bring it! Don't cry when you lose!"
"Master, we need to talk later."
"And one more! 'Jeanne d'Arc Alter'!"
"Veto—!"
"Hah, that's why you're a faker!"
What is it? Facing these two, I feel… alive.
Ignoring Emiya's protest, the Master's hand glows again, summoning the black saint.
"Me? Really?"
Jeanne d'Arc Alter, Avenger, her fur cloak billowing as she faces the Master.
"You're the one!"
"…Fine. I'll burn them all!"
Weapons locked and loaded—ten gates ready!
"See ya later! First strike's mine!"
"Ugh, fine. Let's meet expectations."
"It begins! The glorious ravaging of Rome starts now! You're on your own, Mash, Master, Alter!"
Red, blue, and she charge into the fray.
Let's begin—the fight to save the future!
"Be careful! Here we go, you two!"
"Yes!"
"Burn it all to ash!"
["Charge, citizens of Chaldea!"]
"'Who're you calling Roman citizens?!'"
Chaldea's battle begins now!
"You lot—!"
"Nice to meet you, Your Majesty! I'm Rikka Fujimaru!"
Mash blocks—
"Take this!"
Jeanne Alter incinerates!
"—The last Master of humanity!"
"Hey, Hijikata, let's watch some anime! It's fun—'Gun x Sword' is a must!"
"What's that? …Huh, not a bad look."
"Right? The voice is spot-on too!"
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