After surviving the revolution that tore his homeland apart, Tatsumi wanders the earth aimlessly, Alone and burdened by his past, his journey takes an unexpected turn when he's summoned to a new battlefield-this time as the Berserker of Red in a gr...
Within the dense woods surrounding an ancient church, four circles flared to life, casting an eerie glow amidst the towering trees. From the light emerged four figures, each dressed in different, distinct outfits. One of them, a young man with brown hair and a worn yet determined expression, It was Tatsumi.
A moment ago, he had been standing at the graves of his fallen comrades, and now—without warning—he found himself in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by strangers. His heart raced as he instinctively took in his surroundings, his senses on high alert. What the... where am I? he thought, his gaze shifting warily to the others standing with him. A church loomed in the distance, its ancient walls peeking through the canopy of trees. The air was thick with an unnatural stillness.
Before he could process what was happening, a sudden, overwhelming rush of memories crashed into him like a wave. Tatsumi staggered, his eyes shutting tight as his mind struggled to comprehend the flood of information.
The truth became clear: he had been summoned as the Berserker of the Red faction in something called the Holy Grail War. It was a battle royale where seven Masters, each bound to a Servant, fought to the death for control of the Holy Grail, Servants were summoned into specific classes—Saber, Lancer, Archer, Caster, Assassin, Rider, and Berserker. But oddly there weren't just seven Servants—there were fourteen. Two factions, Black and Red, each with their own servants pitted against the other.
Tatsumi grimaced. It didn't make sense. He wasn't dead. How could he be summoned as a Heroic Spirit, something reserved for those who had passed into legend?
His confusion deepened as strange, alternative memories began to surface. He saw not just the path he had walked, but two other endings to the revolution he had fought in: one where he died in Akame's arms after a brutal battle with the emperor, and another where Tyrant's soul was slain by Akame, allowing him to live out a peaceful life with Mine, even having a child with her.
What's going on? Tatsumi's head ached with the weight of it all, struggling to make sense of these parallel realities that he somehow remembered but had never lived. But he looks down at his hand as he recalls the reward for winning,
A chalice said to grant any Wish
If he can get it he can redo everything his friends can live, but what about— No that's not important in the grand scheme of things.
His musings were interrupted by a voice. "Servants of the Red Faction, I am Shirou Kotomine, the priest overseeing this war as well as a master, a Pleasure to meet you," Shirou introduced himself with a friendly smile.
Tatsumi's face went to an emotionless mask as he gazed at him taking in his appearance.
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Tatsumi glanced around at the rest of the servants but he noticed a distinct lack of something important and looking at the other servants they noticed it.
