The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Until Tatsumi Kōno found a black notebook filled with strange words.

Perhaps he thought it was some kind of incantation, or perhaps it was just a whim, or maybe it was due to some kind of innate genetic trait of his, but Tatsumi Yoru read out its long sentence.

Although there was no magic circle, those words still worked like magic.

Laiye Xun saw light, something different from the light of electric lights, flames, stars, moon, and the sun.

Then a strong wind came howling in, blowing everything in his room to pieces.

The pitch-black flames surged out like wriggling snakes, making Tatsumi Kurino instinctively want to put out the fire to save his room.

But before he could make a move, he was already frozen in place, unable to move at all.

How should I put it? It's like facing a predator at the top of the food chain; you can't even muster the will to resist, and your blood seems to have stopped flowing at that moment.

His legs went weak all at once, and he almost collapsed to his knees—no, he almost completely collapsed to the ground.

It was just that some inexplicable thought in Tatsumi's own mind made him choose to grit his teeth and persevere.

Although he didn't understand what was going on, in the stories he usually read, being strong often led to a better ending.

Amidst the surging, dark flames, a man clad in silver-gray armor, wielding a weapon resembling that of a demon king from a story, emerged.

If it weren't for the suffocating feeling that prevented him from moving, Laiye Xun thought he would have screamed in astonishment right now.

However, it was precisely because of this feeling that Tatsumi was able to think things through calmly, since he had no other choice.

"If you can still stand, then you can still be considered a warrior."

The oppressive gaze disappeared as the sound faded. Whether it was an illusion or not, Kurino felt as if he had seen something: the lizard-like pupils on that strange demonic sword moved at the same time.

But he didn't have time to think any further. The moment the pressure disappeared, he didn't continue. He swayed and leaned against the wall behind him, panting as he looked up at the stranger who had appeared before him.

"Since you can be considered a warrior, then I accept the contract with you. Be grateful! Because since I am here, victory is already predetermined."

Manju stepped out of the flames, sheathed his sword and armor, and gathered the raging fire. Then, he loudly proclaimed to his Master, who was leaning against the wall in front of him.

However, for Tatsumi Kurino, all of this was still incomprehensible.

So...uh...

Xun, who knew nothing about magic and mystery and had grown up in a stable life, opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

"Don't be nervous, kid. If there's anything you don't understand, just ask. While I'm still in a good mood."

Seeing Laiye Xun's reaction, a smile naturally crept onto Manshu's lips as she said with a laugh.

After calming down a bit, Tatsumi Yoru also moved away from the wall for support, though his mind was still a little confused.

"Please wait a moment."

Laiye Xun said this, then ran to the side to get a teapot, brewed tea, and invited Manshu to the tea table.

Although the sight of Manju when he first appeared was quite frightening, once he removed his armor and sword and transformed his clothes into everyday attire using magic, it at least gave people the courage to face him.

Unable to think of any other solution, Kono Tatsumi could only proceed according to the etiquette of entertaining guests.

"It's too rare for someone like you to participate in the Holy Grail War."

Manju sat calmly at the coffee table and gave a brief introduction to the knowledge about the Holy Grail War.

I still can't treat this Master with that completely arrogant attitude, after all, Tatsumi Kurino really knows nothing about all of this, he is just an ordinary person who was accidentally involved.

Manshu took a sip of the hot tea from his hand, and then placed the teacup on the coffee table.

As Laiye Xun poured tea for Manshu, he continued to ask cautiously.

"Then... how should I address you?" (5)

"In the Holy Grail War, to avoid revealing our true names, we usually address each other by our direct names. Just call me Berserker."

"I see." (vi)

Laiye Xun nodded, now believing Manshu's words. Neither the oppressive feeling he had experienced earlier, nor the suddenly vanished weapons and armor, could possibly be fake. (Six)

"Alright, the peaceful Q&A session should come to an end here, as my patience is almost worn out."

The time it takes to drink a cup of tea was long enough for Manshu. He picked up the cup of tea that Kono Tatsumi had spilled, drank it, and then stood up. 4.

"I must say, this kind of living space is completely inadequate; the cramped and crowded space is unbearable."

Tatsumi Kurino summons his Servant in his small apartment in Ichitagaya, where he lives alone. ②

For Manshu, such a stronghold was far from satisfactory—no, it was simply impossible to be satisfied.

"Even without Valhalla as our accommodation, it should at least look like one. Even if the warriors don't have specific requirements for their dwellings, it should at least be spacious and bright."

"There's nothing I can do about this."

And this matter was beyond the control of Tatsumi Kurino, who was only a second-year junior high school student.

"This isn't to blame you, but rather to say that you should move to a new place to live; things here just aren't satisfying."

Manju shook his head, saying that he naturally couldn't say he planned to rely on his Master to exchange for a place to live; that would be exploiting child labor.

"All I need is to acquire some wealth, but before that, come with me first, and I'll show you what this Holy Grail War is all about."

"Ah...ok."

Laiye Xun couldn't bring himself to refuse, so he just nodded and followed Manshu who had stood up.

“I’m not very familiar with this place yet. Do you know any open spaces around here where there won’t be many people at this time? I plan to use those places as the initial battlefield to explain the battles of the Holy Grail War to you in detail.”

"Ah, um... there should be a place around here."

After a moment's thought, Tatsumi Kurino gave his answer.

"That's good, let's get going."

It's still the same old method, but at least it should still be considered practical.

Among the Servants summoned in Tokyo, at least a few were able to sense the fighting spirit rising from the sky.

"They've issued a challenge so quickly? Let's go check on Lancer."

The man wearing sunglasses said this.

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I've only been getting 4k a day these past few days.

Chapter Two: Juggling

"This is indeed a good place, and it's good enough as a stage for the first battle."

Manshu glanced around at the place that Laiye Xun had brought him, then nodded and said with pleasure.

"Before the battle begins, you should hide on that rooftop over there. For someone who has only just begun to explore the mystical, being targeted would be quite risky."

Manju spoke to Kurano Tatsumi, casting some magic on him, lifting him up and sending him to the shadowy rooftop.

The feeling of rising lightly surprised Tatsumi Kurino.

"I understand, I won't cause you any trouble."

Laiye Xun nodded vigorously as he floated in the air.

"It's just for reasonable risk avoidance, but even if we are discovered, it will only cause a little trouble, so you don't need to worry."

Manju's tone softened a bit when he heard his Master cooperate, and he withdrew his magic only after Tatsumi Kurino stepped onto the roof.

"I wonder how many I'll run into tonight."

After doing all this, Manshu released the magic and aura within her body, letting that soaring fighting spirit serve as the best provocation and challenge.

The armor was once again covering Manshu's body, and the black magic sword was stuck in the ground, waiting for the first visitor.

"A Servant wielding a sword, could it be Saber? But apart from magic power and luck, her attributes are slightly inferior to Lancer's."

Lancer's Master Nigel appeared on a rooftop not far away, observing Manju standing on the empty street.

Lancer Brunhilde's ability parameters are indeed astonishingly high, with three dimensions at B+AA. Even Saber and Berserker might not have such a panel.

"It doesn't look like there's any ambush. Let's use this Servant as your first outpost, Lancer."

Nigel had already prepared a tactic, intending to have his Servants engage in at least a preliminary battle with other Servants.

Since such an opportunity has come knocking on our door, there's no need to let it slip by.

"I understand."

Brunhilde nodded slightly, and her figure disappeared from the spot.

"I didn't expect Lancer to be the first to respond to my call. What an exaggerated spear! I hope you can possess power that matches its extravagance, Lancer."

Sensing a follower approaching, Manju pulled the demonic sword from its sheath and, upon seeing who it was, spoke in a provocative tone.

"What a spirited warrior you are! No wonder you made such a grand display of fighting spirit at the very beginning of the Holy Grail War. You must be a renowned warrior."

Brunhilde showed no anger at the provocation, but instead smiled and spoke.

If you only look at this part, you might mistake her for some weak woman.

But no one could ignore the enormous spear she held in one hand.

"What a gentle woman you are, but with this look on your face, are you perhaps planning to surrender to me? Although this will make everything seem rather pointless, I do accept it."

"But if not, then grip your spear and launch your attack. I will allow you to attack me first, so that you may have a satisfying battle."

Brunhilde is indeed a gentle woman in her normal state, which is good in everyday interactions.

However, at this moment, although Manju didn't dislike this, he still didn't have the patience to say anything unnecessary.

Therefore, he unceremoniously channeled his magic into the demonic sword in his hand, causing the dragon's flames to fall to the ground and spew forth.

"But if I wait until my patience runs out, then I will only be destined to be destroyed."

"You really are an impatient person, but those brave warriors are often like that. Well then, I—"

Brunhilde's smile remained unchanged; only she, as a warrior, set off.

Brunhilde approached with incredible speed, the massive gun swaying like a bird's feather at her supple fingertips.

"It's about to start."

The voice and the attack arrived almost simultaneously; the concrete floor paved with brick-shaped tiles suddenly cracked open, followed by a sharp metallic clang.

At the same time, a ferocious shockwave, indescribable even by the wind, swept across the surroundings, smashing the trees along the roadside.