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...
Tatsumi strolled through the dimming streets of Trifis, his mind replaying the tense conversation he'd had with Shishigou and Saber earlier. The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting long shadows that stretched across the cobblestone roads. His eyes scanned the surroundings, ever-alert. "It's getting dark... I wonder if I'll be attacked by servants. I am in enemy territory, after all," he muttered, a note of caution in his voice. He knew he had made himself a prime target for the Black Faction after his recent clash with them.
Suddenly, a voice cut through his thoughts, sharp and commanding. "Hey! I don't know why you're still wandering around Trifis, but Rider and Archer are luring out the Black Faction's servants. Your task is to assist them," his Master's voice echoed telepathically, the urgency clear.
Tatsumi nodded silently. 'Right, I'm on it,' he responded mentally. Without hesitation, he swung Incursio downward, the demonic armor materializing around him as he kicked off the ground with explosive force. The cobblestones cracked beneath his feet, leaving a small crater in his wake as he sprinted towards the church, knowing that Archer and Rider would be coming from that direction.
Five minutes later, Tatsumi felt their presence approaching. He skidded to a stop as the familiar figures of Achilles and Atalanta came into view.
"Hey, Berserker," Achilles greeted with a cocky grin, slowing his pace. "So, I heard you had a run-in with Saber and their Archer."
"Yeah," Tatsumi replied, his voice steady as he fell into step beside them. "Only thing I could confirm is that Saber's a dragon slayer."
Achilles whistled in appreciation but then flashed a competitive smirk. "You may have gotten the first hit, but I'll be the one to draw the first blood in our next skirmish."
Tatsumi raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth twitching upward in amusement. "You think so? We'll see about that, Achilles."
Before their banter could escalate, Atalanta's voice cut through the tension, her tone stern. "This isn't the time for childish bets."
Tatsumi's smile faded, his face growing cold and impassive. "Right. Focus." His tone turned more businesslike. "Archer, I'll leave cover fire to you once we engage."
Atalanta nodded without a word, her eyes narrowing as they picked up on a new energy shift. Suddenly, the air around them grew heavier, charged with the unmistakable presence of enemy servants.
Two figures approached from the far end of the forested path. Atalanta's sharp gaze caught their arrival first. "I'll withdraw and provide support from the rear," she declared, her voice low and composed. Before either of her companions could respond, she melted into the shadows of the trees, disappearing from sight like a phantom.
Tatsumi's eyes narrowed, locking onto the approaching figures. "Two more servants," he muttered under his breath.
Achilles cracked his knuckles, a grin spreading across his face as his eyes gleamed with anticipation. "Alright, then. Time for a proper fight," he said, eyes flicking between the approaching figures and Tatsumi.
As they closed in, Tatsumi's eyes narrowed slightly when he recognized one of them—Saber. The other two, however, remained unfamiliar, though the aura they exuded was unmistakably that of seasoned warriors. He instinctively clenched his fist, ready for the inevitable clash.
"Let's see what the Black Faction has in store for us," Tatsumi murmured, his voice a low growl as he prepared himself for the upcoming battle.
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