10 a.m.
Now here we see a very conspicuous person on the streets. An American in a cowboy outfit, like the one you'll see in Old Western movies. Short dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, tanned skin and most certainly taller than the average Japanese. Though he wears a poncho now, it's still not ideal to wear such things, especially in front of many, many pedestrians in a culture where going outside the norm is 'condemnable'.
One may guess how they all respond to this man:
"Who is this guy?"
"What is he wearing?"
"Oh, he's so handsome!"
"Mommy look! It's a cowboy!"
"Don't look!"
This man right here is Clive Underside Gunheart. A Freelancer with a title of 'Magus Killer', a magus that specializes in killing another magus. Just like a certain someone from the 4th HGW....
Clive POV
Got all eyes on me. Like they haven't seen a single American before....
"Tch."
The crowds are getting uneasy.
"If you have something to say to me, then say it to my fucking face! My outfit bothering you? Do I look like I care? I wear what I want to wear! I don't need your approval for every single shit that I do! DO-YOU-UNDERSTAND?"
They nod.
"Then fuck off!"
Seemingly embarrassed, the crowds dispersed.
[Master, disturbance of public morals can get you arrested here.]
[I did nothing wrong, man! My clothes are different from them and they already treat me like I'm some kind of an alien invader from Mars or somethin'. It pisses me off!]
[Get used to it then. At least the ladies like your looks.]
[I swear, it's not this shitty back in Tokyo.]
[That's because they're preoccupied with their lives there. The way I see it, this is THE authentic foreigner experience compared to the capital.]
[Good grief...]
The gunslinger starts walking. His Servant, Archer, is trailing him from the rooftops, invisible to all but the finest of magi.
[So, how's the weather today?]
[Cloudy with a chance of meeting a bombshell.]
[Archer, we just met one yesterday.]
[That Yasaka girl? She's too much of a hassle. Not my type.]
Flashbacks of Archer ogling on the heiress's 'treasure' comes to his mind.
[*Monotone* Suuurrreee... I can't wait to hear that you and her have a little quickie tomorrow.]
[Geez, how low do you think of me, Master? I'd rather go to a brothel than to go on a date with her. Not to mention, a guaranteed trip to jail should I go with the latter.]
[Enough fooling around, any hostiles nearby?]
[Nope. We're safe for now.]
[Good. I'd rather not lose my head after a shopping trip or two. You never know just how desperate the other Masters could get.]
One guy in particular is Hein Portley. As the last Master, contracting Berserker must have made him lose his marbles more than the 90's Bubble Crash. That, combined with losing one of his Command Spells on the very first night would've made him much, much more 'unstable'.
[Eh?! Master, I got contact! A Servant's mana reading, 500 ft ahead!]
That's fast!
[Where?]
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Fate/Remembrance (Dead Apostle OC X Osakabehime)
Fanfic(Warning: Slow/Inconsistent Updates.) Set 18 years after the events of Fate/stay night, another holy grail war is set to commence in another city, this time: Himeji. Who's the mastermind behind all this? Why are magi so eager to join this bloodshed...
