Fate/Incursio

Ch.6 || Kill The Date

It had been nearly an hour since their chaotic game of Uno ended, and Tatsumi was already growing restless, fidgeting in the quiet confines of the church. With nothing but the stillness around him, he glanced over at Atalanta, who was leaning against a pillar, her gaze distant. A thought sparked in his mind, and he decided to break the silence.

"Hey, Atalanta, how about we take a walk around town again?" Tatsumi suggested, his voice soft but eager for something more lively.

Atalanta's eyes lit up at the suggestion, her natural restlessness aligning with his. "Sure, that sounds fun," the Huntress of Artemis replied with a nod, eager to escape the suffocating stillness of the church.

Achilles, lounging nearby, overheard their conversation and couldn't resist the opportunity to tease. He let out a playful whistle in Tatsumi's direction, smirking mischievously.

"Oh, asking the virgin huntress out on a date, huh? You're quite ambitious, Tatsumi," Achilles teased, a knowing grin spreading across his face.

Atalanta shot Achilles a withering look, unimpressed with his attempt at humor. "This isn't a date. And besides, I've taken a vow of chastity," she stated bluntly, her voice sharp and matter-of-fact.

Tatsumi merely shrugged, brushing off Achilles' playful jab with ease. "Don't mind him. He's just trying to get a rise out of us. Let's head out," he said to Atalanta, his tone calm yet reassuring. With a final glance at Achilles, who was grinning like a cat that got the cream, Tatsumi led the way toward the door. Atalanta followed closely behind, her pace quickening as they stepped into the cool air outside.

The bustling streets greeted them, filled with the hum of activity as townsfolk went about their day. It was a stark contrast to the quiet of the church, and Tatsumi couldn't help but feel a sense of relief at the change of scenery.

"So, where should we go first?" Tatsumi asked, glancing at Atalanta, who was eyeing her outfit with mild scrutiny.

She glanced at Tatsumi, then back at herself. "Hmm... maybe we should find some casual clothes. Blending in might be better than sticking out like this," she suggested, gesturing to her warrior attire, which clearly set her apart from the crowd.

Tatsumi thought for a moment before nodding. "There's a decent clothing store nearby. They should have something comfortable enough."

They made their way down the main road, Tatsumi leading the way to the shop he had in mind. As they walked, Atalanta's thoughts wandered back to the events of the previous day.

"So," she began, her voice thoughtful, "what do you think will happen with the new Saber of Black? He seemed... inexperienced, to say the least."

Tatsumi's eyes darkened slightly as he considered her question. "He's got potential, but he's also incredibly naive. If he doesn't wise up, he'll get himself killed," Tatsumi replied, his tone devoid of sympathy. There was a pragmatism in his voice that revealed his battlefield-hardened mindset.

Atalanta nodded in agreement, her thoughts drifting to the battles they'd faced so far. "Speaking of which, are you concerned about your identity being revealed after using your Noble Phantasm? That armor was... unmistakable."

Tatsumi glanced at her, the corners of his mouth twitching into a small smile. "Not really. Even if my name gets out, it won't mean much. I've scoured every historical record I could find, and there's hardly any mention of me or the kingdoms I was a part of. Either I'm from such ancient history that I'm a complete mystery, or... I never existed in the first place in this world."

Atalanta blinked, taken aback by his response. "That's... oddly reassuring," she admitted, her lips curving into a small smile. "It gives us an advantage, especially when the Red Faction eventually turns on itself."