In the endless white space, a man toyed with several "marbles" in his hands.
"It's a little quiet."
"Decided. I'll randomly pick lucky ones to fulfill their wishes."
Balancing the beautiful "marbles" in his hand, he looked at them wantonly.
The identity of the man?
That was a meaningless thing; after all, he didn't know how long he had existed.
He only knew the last time he met others, they called him this...
God.
However, that was unknown how long ago.
"Mn, but giving it directly like this seems too boring."
"Oh... then let's hold a special war."
As if seeing some interesting scene, he murmured so.
At the same time as thinking, seven orange orbs appeared in his hand, each orb having a varying number of stars inside.
"Tentatively pick Earth."
Location and era also had good choices; God then began to prepare to look for personnel.
"..."
"..."
But just at this time, God also sensed the communication conveyed by two consciousnesses.
Gaia and Alaya of this place...
"You want two participant spots?"
"Mn... it's not impossible, but don't choose guys who disrupt the situation too much."
"Although I know you want to reproduce the existence of people from other worlds to create new Heroic Spirits... but it doesn't matter..."
Understanding the targeted request of these two existences, God agreed to Their conditions.
After all, the stage was on others' territory; it was fine to give some face.
Under a good mood, he was still very easy to talk to.
"Then... Dimensional Dragon Ball War..."
"Let's begin..."
"This is a war that can truly realize wishes."
The seven orange orbs in his hands gradually became smaller, then turned into light beams and flew to different locations.
...
"Announcement—"
In the late night of Fuyuki City, an unknown ritual was proceeding.
Holy Grail War...
The omnipotent cup rumored to be able to grant any wish, even enabling people to reach the "Root." The seven participants of this war would command Servants as "Masters" to launch it, and the final winner would obtain the wish-granting machine.
And tonight was also the time for many "Masters" to summon their Servants; the selected ones all believed they were the chosen ones.
The red mark emerging on the back of the hand was the symbol of a "Master."
Bang!!
"Cough cough..."
Waver Velvet, a student of the Clock Tower, intervened in this war due to some special reasons.
The pervasive smoke was dissipating; the shadow presented in it also made him breathe a sigh of relief.
'The summoning ritual of the Servant surely succeeded.'
'Just don't know which Heroic Spirit exactly it is...'
Although he still didn't know who he summoned, in this "alien" Holy Grail War, at least it proved he had the most basic guarantee.
The hand placed in his pocket tightly gripped that orange orb; Waver became somewhat nervous.
When seeing clearly the face of the person ahead, he appeared a bit sluggish.
Too cold momentum and handsome face, plus pitch-black hair color and deep purple pupils, highlighted the owner's bewitching appearance. A gorgeous white emperor outfit vividly portrayed his status exceeding ordinary people.
Although his physique looked too slender, his aura was indeed amazing...
"Are you my Master?"
The comer sized him up first, then issued an inquiry.
"Yes!"
Responding nervously, Waver was inexplicably trembling slightly.
"This is Japan?"
Not paying too much attention to Waver's reaction, he looked back at the surrounding environment; from the high platform, he could even see the beautiful night view of the city.
"Eh?"
Hearing the other party's words, Waver was stunned for a moment. Although Servants were heroes and talents in history, even with instilled knowledge, recognizing it so quickly was also quite strange.
"Nothing. Then allow me to introduce myself. After all, we are partners cooperating in the subsequent war; it would be troublesome if a relationship of distrust exists."
"Class is Rider..."
"My name..."
"Lelouch Vi Britannia."
"Kirei, have you completed the summoning?"
"Yes, Teacher..."
In the dark mansion at night, as one of the landlords of Fuyuki City, Tokiomi was looking at his disciple with expectant eyes.
"Class is Assassin."
Without much hesitation, Kirei Kotomine spoke out the Class of the Servant in his hand.
"An alternative Assassin?"
"No harm. Used properly, it can also bring us great advantages."
Tokiomi turned his gaze to the man leaning against the door. The other party's attitude like dead silence was really curious.
Brown-red long hair tied in a ponytail, a clear cross-shaped scar on the left cheek, eyes carrying cold light making people fearful, dressed like an ancient ronin, with a katana hanging at his waist.
"He is a quite excellent swordsman. Fighting frontally, I might die in his hands in an instant, right?"
Kirei Kotomine looked back at his own Servant, recalling how big a commotion was caused at the time of summoning.
His father was even deterred by his terrifying killing intent and subconsciously wanted to act, the result almost being beheaded by a single blade.
The god-like speed displayed by Assassin was what he, Kirei Kotomine, was amazed by.
Battousai... Himura Kenshin.
The other party's title and name were also authentic Japanese. Curious about his identity, Kirei Kotomine wanted to find classical and historical documents to look through immediately.
"No need to belittle oneself."
"Servants are all particularly powerful heroes..."
"Masters naturally cannot be opponents."
Holding red wine in hand, Tokiomi showed his elegance and smiled.
"Teacher, your Servant..."
"Ah... don't worry. As expected, it succeeded."
But when asked about his own situation, Tokiomi obviously looked happy, then said enthusiastically.
The Servant summoned by Tokiomi, Class was Archer. As one of the Three Knight Classes, he had reason to be happy.
After all, he was the famous Oldest King in history...
Gilgamesh!
His status and strength were unquestionable.
'Even if there are so-called abnormal changes in this Holy Grail War, it is also my advantage...'
"Stop!"
"Kill him! Berserker!"
Merciless words came from within; the purple-haired girl looked at the old man in front without any pity.
The Berserker clad in pitch-black armor rushed forward.
"You think you can kill me like this?"
The old man stood on the stairs with a wooden cane, smiling evilly. Although the Servant was very strong, his foundation as a Magus was not for show either.
Flying swarms of insects all attacked the front, but were evaporated by the magical power of light.
That power was energy the old man had never seen before.
"Why is the one chosen you..."
As if sensing something, the old man glanced at the sound coming continuously from outside the door but ignored it.
The physical body was crushed by Berserker in an instant, but Zouken Matou didn't care at all.
"This tiny bead, as long as seven are gathered, can realize any wish..."
"This Holy Grail War, I must snatch them into my hands."
Desire emerged from his heart; Zouken Matou was already somewhat impatient.
Originally... he didn't plan to act in this Holy Grail War, but with new variables, he naturally wanted to try.
Especially when Kariya didn't become a Master, but instead Sakura was chosen, he felt surprised.
Reasonably speaking, this was the most impossible state to appear...
But it happened; he could only think of a way to deal with it, otherwise according to the extensive nature of the Holy Grail War, they definitely wouldn't be safe and sound.
Compared to Kariya, Sakura was incredibly excellent.
Initially, he still held the idea of seeing to what extent that guy Kariya could do.
In fact, he indeed thought too much; even the Holy Grail wouldn't acknowledge that waste.
Originally a long time ago he wanted to start modifying this girl adopted from the Tohsaka family, but unfortunately, the other party had been protected by a magical protection of light.
Until today, the other party summoned a Servant, which confirmed Zouken Matou's guess even more.
This girl's inner prayer and cry for help were responded to by some existence...
"Mn?"
Driving the "Crest Worm" of the main body intending to leave the lurking place, a huge magical energy suddenly generated, which made Zouken Matou feel bad.
Instinct was warning him to leave quickly.
BOOM!!
Soaring black light erupted from the ground, lifting the ceiling of the entire basement.
The remaining bugs below were all swallowed by magical energy and perished, leaving only two figures.
One was Sakura Matou with a cold expression, and the other was a warrior stroking the top of her head with his hand, exuding black air all over, wearing black armor, carrying a greatsword with ominous aura on his back, and wearing a helmet making his face invisible.
"Berserker..."
"Seems not as simple as this old man imagined."
Seeing through the other party's Class at a glance, Zouken Matou also suppressed the fear in his heart.
Although the other party didn't look like a kind person just from the appearance, he who was knowledgeable and experienced didn't fear at all.
But in the next moment, his face changed greatly.
Because the other party rushed towards the hiding him; the excessive speed left him no room to struggle.
"Stop!"
Without much resistance, the pulse hidden in the shadow was pinched, which was the "Crest Worm" as the main body.
'How did he find it...?'
'How could this old man's superb magecraft be seen through so easily?'
Sensing the threat of death, Zouken Matou couldn't care to think more and wanted to speak immediately, but the other party crushed his main body without any mercy.
"Aaaah!!!!"
In Sakura Matou's relieved mood, that old man who repeatedly tried to persecute her finally turned into dust.
"Holy Grail War..."
The orange orb rolled down from above; Sakura Matou picked it up tremblingly. The four-star orb looked so beautiful.
Instilled with corresponding knowledge, she also understood what kind of dangerous struggle she was involved in.
'But... it doesn't matter.'
'Because Berserker is here.'
At the time of her despair, the only one who responded to the call for help was not Father Tokiomi, nor Mother Aoi, nor Uncle Kariya and Sister Rin.
But Berserker called "Warrior of Light"!
He was the strongest!
Sakura Matou believed so...
"Ptui ptui ptui!!!"
"What is this?"
"Disgusting. This guy is simply like Marik."
In a house, looking at the dirty environment in front, the blonde young man's tone was very dissatisfied.
He was invited to participate in a duel that could realize any wish; how did he encounter this kind of thing?
His partner turned out to be a perverted homicidal maniac.
"Fortunately, an accident happened to him. Otherwise, grouped with this guy, I would really be annoyed."
Didn't know if this guy was unlucky or Jonouchi's strong luck flared up, the homicidal maniac as the Master actually hit the wall because his head leaned back and died directly.
Witnessing this scene, Jonouchi looked disgusted. Picking up the "Dragon Ball" dropped by the other party, he was also a little uneasy at the same time.
"My Class is... Caster?"
"An identity fighting using magecraft?"
"But I don't know magecraft... And the so-called Master died; what should I do? If not, won't I exit immediately?"
After worrying for a while, he still collected the corpse for this guy, then had a headache.
"Eh, I thought of it. Maybe using this will work."
Clapping his hands, as if thinking of something, a mechanical creation suddenly appeared on his left arm.
"Sure enough, the Duel Disk and Deck are both here!"
"Hurry up and see if there are any cards that can be used..."
"Don't let me exit before it even starts!!"
"I ask, are you my Master?"
Kiritsugu looked at the girl in holy armor asking in front with an expressionless face, feeling absurd.
This girl was the rumored "King Arthur"?
Or did he actually draw a dud?
Although it looked like drawing a good card like Saber, he was still a bit surprised by her identity.
Without saying much, Kiritsugu finally chose to leave this scene to his wife Irisviel to handle.
"Have to gather seven?"
Touching the Command Spells on his hand, considering the subsequent war, Kiritsugu frowned.
He then reached out and took an orange orb engraving one star on it; it was so conspicuous in the night light.
Harboring doubts, he thought so...
"Can this kind of small thing really realize wishes?"
"Kayneth, why do you insist on coming?"
"You said it was just a simple countryside competition, so why necessary?"
Sola, who was about to set off, was very dissatisfied with Kayneth's arrival. Clearly she warned the other party many times, but he insisted on coming relentlessly, making her somewhat angry more or less.
She shouldn't have told the other party about this special Holy Grail War initially.
Masters needed to gather items called "Dragon Balls," and then wishes could be realized.
Setting aside whether it was true or fake for now, since she was selected, naturally she had the name to explore.
Even less reason to retreat...
Unfortunately, Kayneth seemed a bit restless knowing it and insisted on following here.
"Sola, I just came to help you as a collaborator."
"Although Lancer manifested as a Heroic Spirit, she looks just like a little girl with unknown background no matter how one looks."
"Magical Girl? Simply ridiculous..."
Kayneth explained his behavior. He wasn't selected in this Holy Grail War, but his fiancée was selected; this was very mysterious.
But adhering to the attitude of not being able to leave it alone, he still followed.
With his help, it would be more or less better.
After all, although what Sola summoned this time was also one of the Three Knight Classes, she looked unreliable no matter how one looked.
"Tch..."
Leaning against the wall, the girl wearing light green casual clothes and blue jeans, with long crimson hair and a black bow tie, heard this sentence and revealed an unhappy expression.
"Hmph, you are not allowed to say that about Lancer. If you don't trust her, don't come to get in the way."
Hearing this, Sola was also very unhappy. She finally had a chance, but an "outsider" happened to chatter there saying "this card of yours is no good," "it's better to do this."
People who pointed fingers before starting, it would be strange if they weren't annoying.
"Forget it. If you insist on this."
Coughing, seeing the displeasure on his fiancée's face, Kayneth didn't bite the bullet to continue with low EQ.
At this point, the seven Servants were summoned, and the huge Holy Grail... Dragon Ball War was about to unfold.