To become a king and a magician

To Become a King and a Magician (Author: Let Me Tell You, Souji is Super Cute)

Summary:

Natsukawa Tora transmigrated to Type-Moon. He didn't know magic, had no connections, and was busy working odd jobs. He thought he would be the most pathetic transmigrator, but everything changed after he was chosen by the Holy Grail and summoned King Arthur (Old Saber).

Especially after the Holy Grail War ended, and Old Saber became his [Special Space Machine], and he became Old Saber Superman. ...On a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, Chaldea, in that familiar corridor, at that familiar corner.

"Sajyou Aika, don't come any closer! I don't know Arthur well, really! -- Emergency call!"

Volume One

1. Thanks for the invitation. I'm currently in Dongmu, preparing to chop a cup.

I, Xia Chuanhu, as you can see, am a transmigrator. Like many of my predecessors, I was transported to another world on a sunny day as a truck driver.

Normally, after transmigrating, you'd meet an old god in the afterlife, gain some cheat-like abilities, and then embark on an epic adventure in another world. Or, at the request of a beautiful goddess, you'd embark on a hero's mission to fight the Demon King and save the world along the way. At the very least, you'd begin your second life amidst the god's cheerful words, "I accidentally killed you, so I'll compensate you."

Natsukawa Tora once fantasized like that, but in reality, he has now become a glorious... working man.

The location is a convenience store at a gas station in Fuyuki City. The job is a cashier, with an hourly wage of 1200 yen, a five-hour workday, and two days off per week.

It's a fairly normal job. Prices in Fuyuki City aren't high, and it's more than enough to support Natsukawa Tiger alone. Plus, the convenience store manager is a reasonable and kind person who doesn't mind some "expired" items being disposed of internally, which indirectly saves Natsukawa Tiger a lot of money.

Who made Natsukawa Tora a "student living alone who came from the countryside to study in Fuyuki City"? It can only be said that the original owner of the body's identity really helped a lot.

Of course, there are also some troubles.

Natsukawa Tora was originally the flower grower next door, but after transmigrating, he became a Japanese man living a good life. This identity change led to a series of problems in his daily life, the most fatal of which was that he didn't know Japanese.

Although the original owner of the body knew Japanese, from Natsukawa Tiger's perspective, it was basically a situation of "Head: I know it, do you know it? Mouth: No." He knew exactly how to say it, but it sounded wrong as soon as he said it. In addition, he had been exposed to various adult films and misheard lyrics in his previous life... The most serious time was when Natsukawa Tiger was almost fired because of a conflict with a customer.

Of course, all of that is in the past. Half a year has passed since he transmigrated, and Xia Chuanhu can now speak fluent Japanese fluently, after all, he has the foundation of the original owner.

Aside from these minor incidents, Xia Chuanhu's life in this world wasn't too eventful, to the point that Xia Chuanhu, who longed for the unparalleled, useless, and annulled-engage genres, once thought he was destined to become a plagiarist. It was still 1994, so it wasn't impossible, but the main problem was that he didn't have that much knowledge in his head.

Unfortunately, this peaceful life was disrupted two weeks ago.

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Just before leaving get off work, carrying a bag of dinner, Natsukawa Tora returned to his apartment—a cheap studio apartment with a monthly rent of 10,000 yen.

Before he could even take out his key, the apartment door opened automatically, and someone appeared in front of Natsukawa Torato: "Welcome back, Master. You've had a hard day at work today too."

Standing at the door was a radiant man—literally radiant.

His hair was the color of gold, like the sun, and the smile on his lips was as gentle yet radiant as the morning sun. Even though he was only wearing ordinary black trousers and a red shirt, his "central air conditioner" (Natsukawa Tora's words) aura never dimmed.

Faced with the man's welcome, Xia Chuanhu immediately covered his mouth, pushed him into the house, quickly looked around, and locked the door.

"I've told you so many times, Arthur, don't make a sound, don't appear outside the door, and if you absolutely have to go out, do it in spirit form! If the landlord finds out that someone else is living in my house, I'll be in real trouble!"

"Ah... I'm sorry, Master. I just sensed your presence and instinctively wanted to greet you."

"I'm glad you understand."

With a sullen face, Natsukawa Tora placed the bag he was carrying on the small round table. Looking at the few loaves of bread and cartons of milk that rolled out of it, Arthur frowned. "Is this your dinner tonight, Master? Forgive my bluntness, but for a young man still in his formative years, this is rather—"

"Don't you even think about who emptied my savings?"

Natsukawa Tora was furious when he mentioned this.

The man before me is named Arthur, Arthur Pendragon, a servant summoned by Natsukawa Torato half a month ago, a knight king from another world.

In 1994, in Fuyuki City, a Servant was summoned.

If Xia Chuanhu still doesn't know where he is when these keywords are put together, then he, a seasoned Moon Goddess, has wasted his eyes.

The Fourth Holy Grail War.

If Natsukawa Torao were to choose, he would prefer to go to the Fifth Holy Grail War. Going with Emiya Shirou wouldn't be absolutely safe, but at least the chances of survival would be greater. He might even be able to mooch a few meals at the Emiya family's house and get a chance to become a Heroic Spirit.

But the Fourth World War... compared to the Fifth World War, the Fourth World War was truly a battle of gods!

On the Servant side, there's the oldest human, the overworked Hero King; the Conqueror King, who can summon thousands of troops to turn a one-on-one duel into a "true one-on-one" battle; and the Blanket King, a professional at cutting down the Holy Grail. These three kings are well-known. In addition, there's the Hundred-Faced Gymnastics Troupe, the head of the Village Girl Support Group, the overly radical and darkened ahoge fan, and the Lucky E who learned bad habits from the Spartan family.

Although these characters have become comedians or funny figures in the era that Natsukawa Torato transmigrated to, they are actually ruthless characters at or below the ceiling in terms of their original settings!

Now let's look at the Master's side.

While Tokiomi Tohsaka, the scapegoat of this world, may have performed disgracefully, his magical skill is undeniably impressive. He ranks second among Masters in magical prowess, and in a Master battle, there are probably only two people who could reliably defeat him—unless he falters at a crucial moment.

Then there's the unlucky Kenneth, who was second to last in the Fourth Holy Grail War. His magical skill was the best in the Fourth Holy Grail War, and his combat skills were also quite remarkable. He had the arrogance that he could rival and even overwhelm the three families who created the Holy Grail War based solely on his talent. Of course, his abilities were more than worthy of this arrogance—but unfortunately, he was too suspicious and had poor compatibility with his Servants.

Next, let's talk about our righteous side: Kiritsugu Emiya. In terms of danger level, he is the number one among the Masters of the Fourth Shinobi World War. He is always using RPGs, C4 bombs, Calik submachine guns, and Walther sniper rifles. He is decisive and ruthless in his actions, as if he suffers from a phobia of insufficient firepower in traditional Chinese culture. Even Natsukawa Torara suspects that if conditions allow, he might pull out a surface-to-air missile.

As for the Origin Bullet... although it's said to be specifically designed for magicians, even if you're not a magician, being hit by a sniper rifle shot would leave you half-dead, if not dead—at least that's how it was for Natsukawa Tora.

The remaining four companies.

At this point, the Queen is practically a crutch for the Conqueror King. The serial killer Ryunosuke Uryu has already been mentioned on television; let's see if we can get Arthur to die with him. As for Kariya Matou, who suffered the most in the Fourth Shinobi World War, we can leave him alone; besides, he's focused on attacking Tokiomi Tohsaka.

(However, the problem is... I've already taken Saber's spot, so I wonder if the righteous side will still summon Saber.)

Assuming the situation remains the same as before, Xia Chuanhu, with his transmigrator's foresight, felt he could survive if he managed to get by. He had no intention of seriously participating in the war; lacking both magic skills and cunning, he could only rely on the princess for support if he were to fight seriously. Therefore, he considered it a success if he simply survived to the end.

And if we assume that because he stole Saber, Kiritsugu Emiya was unable to summon Saber... then his living conditions would actually be even more difficult.

Because if we calculate it this way, in the end, only Caster is left for Kiritsugu Emiya. The significance of this situation is this: to put it this way, if Kiritsugu Emiya were to be given Caster or Assassin in the Fourth Shinobi World War, unless Tokiomi Tohsaka had a brilliant idea and let Gilgamesh do whatever he wanted, or used Command Spells to make Gilgamesh fight seriously all night and wipe out everyone, then every single one of these Masters would die.

Thinking about this, Natsukawa Tora's bread no longer tasted good. Everyone else who came to Type-Moon was like a rocket, winning the Fourth Shinobi World War was child's play—the whole process of [exploding the Matou family—killing the old bug—kidnapping Saber—training young Rin and Sakura] was seamless. Why did it all turn out differently for him?

“Master?” Arthur’s voice pulled Natsukawa Torato out of his reverie.

"what?"

"No, it's just that you're not eating, Master, so... are you worried about the Holy Grail War?"

Natsukawa Tora nodded.

Setting down the bread and milk, Arthur placed his hand on his chest and said, "Rest assured, Master, no matter who we are enemies with in this Holy Grail War, I swear in the name of King Arthur and with the Holy Sword in my hand, I will surely bring you victory."

“Of course I believe you, but believing you and worrying are two different things. We have to consider all possibilities.” Natsukawa Tora sighed. “Well, I don’t know when the Holy Grail War will start, so let’s make some preparations before then—Arthur, where’s my bread?”

After finishing one loaf of bread, Natsukawa Tora wanted to touch another, but looking at the empty bag, he turned to look at Arthur.

As expected, there were several bread bags in front of Arthur.

"I'm sorry, Master, because I can't get magical support from you, I need to eat, and the magical power that bread can convert is..."

(Inhale)

To reiterate, after summoning Arthur, Natsukawa Torama was actually quite angry—damn it, he couldn't afford to feed King Arthur, this glutton!

"I'm so sorry I can't supply magic power!!"

2. A hellish start

Natsukawa Tora had a dream.

The dream depicted a city engulfed in flames, a sky with a black sun suspended in the air, and a pitch-black waterfall flowing from the sun.

Natsukawa Torato was very familiar with this scene; he had seen it countless times across the dimensional barrier. Having absorbed the magical power and souls of six Servants, the Holy Grail finally appeared, overflowing with the evil of this world, engulfing everything in its path in flames.

This is a scene worthy of the word "apocalypse." At least, given Natsukawa Torato's limited imagination, he felt that the apocalypse was nothing more than this.

"——————"

Sometime later, the city engulfed in flames vanished, along with the black sun and all the evil of the world. In its place lay a vast underground cavern filled with the remains of skeletons. At the center of this cavern, atop a mountain of corpses, stood two figures—one holding a sword, piercing the heart of the other.

Xia Chuanhu couldn't see who the two people were. His vision seemed to be covered by a layer of mosaic thicker than a low-budget film. The more Xia Chuanhu tried to see the two people clearly, the thicker the mosaic became.

The only thing we know for sure is that both of them had blond hair.

Then, a powerful, dark aura erupted from the two people and surged towards Xia Chuanhu like a raging torrent. Along with it, a sentence that seemed to be roared out by someone else also engulfed Xia Chuanhu's consciousness.

Give me back my Saber! Stranger!

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"ah------!"

At 8:30 a.m., in a corner of Fuyuki City, in a cheap apartment rented specifically to single people, Natsukawa Tora woke up on the tatami mat.

The window had been opened at some point, and a cool morning breeze blew into the room, while the bright morning light shone on Natsukawa Tiger.

It was another beautiful morning—in the past, Natsukawa Tiger would have felt that way and exclaimed it aloud, but at this moment, having just woken up from his dream, he only felt his hands and feet were ice cold, his whole body was cold, and his clothes were already soaked with cold sweat.

"Master!"

Hearing Xia Chuanhu's exclamation, Arthur immediately appeared beside him. Looking at his still-shaken Master, he knelt down and asked with concern, "Are you alright, Master? What happened?"

"It's nothing, just a nightmare."

Straightening up, Natsukawa Tora lowered his head and remained silent for a while before asking, "Saber... have you ever killed anyone?"

"Yes. Definitely."

"Let's add a few more conditions—a large underground cavern, a blonde woman, backstabbing... Have you ever killed someone under these conditions?"

"..."

Unusually, Arthur, who had been almost completely open with Natsukawa Torato for the past two weeks, did not give an immediate answer this time.

“Yes.” Arthur nodded again. “That was… a Holy Grail War in a parallel world, in Tokyo.”

"Who did you kill?"

“My Master.” Arthur added immediately, “But I hope you can believe me, Master, even though I made mistakes before, I will bring you victory this time.”

"I'm going to take a shower."

Without responding to Arthur's declaration of loyalty, Natsukawa Torato stood up and strode into the bathroom.

Then, he plopped down on the floor, panting heavily.

"Haa...haa...are you kidding me...? What kind of hellish start is this...?"

If it were any other Master having that dream, they would probably harbor some resentment towards Arthur now. A Servant who once killed their Master is undoubtedly a ticking time bomb for the Master, since they don't know if they might be betrayed and killed one day. It's not impossible for them to use Command Seals to restrict the Servant just in case.

For example, Medea's original Master in World War V.