(Y/N) inspected his fellow Servants while still adopting a rather fabulous pose, just for the hell of it.
(Y/N): So this is this war's roster, huh? Neat.
Rider: Oh, young warrior! It's good to see you again!
(Y/N): Well, you're awfully chirpy. Whatever, you too, I guess.
(Un)Fortunately, this was the friendliest interaction (Y/N) would get from the other Servants at the moment. The others were far more hostile, especially Archer.
Archer: So, you face the king again, Jester.
(Y/N): Uh-huh, the next one is...
Everyone almost gawked at the dismissive tone as the new Servant simply ignored Archer as if he wasn't worth his time.
Archer's ego was NOT amused by this. (Y/N)'s ego scoffed at the inferior opponent.
Archer: You dare-?!
(Y/N): Yeah, yeah. Oh, look, it's blondie and albino. Did you buy that one dress the other day?
Saber did not respond. Irisviel, on the other hand, saw no harm in such a simple question.
Irisviel: We did.
Saber: Irisviel!
Irisviel: What? It's a harmless question, Saber.
(Y/N): Yeah, stop being a high-strung bitch about it, blondie. You looked pretty damn uptight while throwing down with, uh, I wanna say Unimportant Fuckboy, but...
Lancer: Lancer.
(Y/N): Fuckboy it is, then. Didn't I crash through your hotel room the other night?
Lancer: Crash... That was you?!
(Y/N): On the positive side, that hotel's got good shampoo. My Mistress can testify to that, right?
He snorted as he felt an annoyed huff through the mental link, no doubt it being Manaka revisiting that incident.
(Y/N): There's my boy Zerker. Any wisdom from your Shakespearean verses?
Berserker: Rrrrrgh...!
(Y/N): Truly an intellectual, this man. Right, that's about all of 'em. Anything else before this goes down?
Irisviel: ...Are you perhaps Caster?
(Y/N): Well-
Saber: There is no need for such a question, Irisviel. If he is a Servant, then the only class left to reveal themselves is Caster.
(Y/N): Yeah, here's the thing: I'm not Caster. Do I look like a chuuni to you?!
Shinketsu: Says the guy striking a JoJo pose.
(Y/N): Those are two ENTIRELY different concepts!
Lancer: You must be. Then again, with yesterday's performance, you are indeed an abnormal Caster.
(Y/N): I'm NOT Caster!
Rider: So, Caster, will you reveal your legend for all to witness?
(Y/N): OI, SAY I'M CASTER ONE MORE TIME! I DARE YOU! I DOUBLE DARE YOU, MOTHERFUCKERS!
Rider: Well then, why don't you tell us your mysterious new class?
(Y/N) paused before shrugging. It wasn't like they could find an advantage with someone not from this world. He had nothing to lose.
(Y/N): I'm the Eighth Servant. Extra Class: Foreigner.
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At that moment, a collective thought emerged in the minds of the majority of the Masters of the Holy Grail War.
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FanfictionWhat if the Fourth Holy Grail War had an additional Servant? What if this extra Servant was the single most overpowered jerk summonable? No, not THAT overpowered golden jerk. This one makes him look like a saint with the sheer abundance of his ego. ...
