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On page six, there are several people, men and women, young and old. But they are all wrapped in black clothes and wearing white skull-like masks, so their faces cannot be seen.

Page seven shows a figure covered entirely in black armor.

Smoke was still scattered all around.

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In an instant—everything became clear.

It's no longer a picture of a single person.

On a dark night, there were dark holes in the sky, as if something was flowing out of them.

Below is a red bridge that spans the two areas.

In the center of the picture is a golden cup.

In the background, the figure of a woman in white can be vaguely discerned, but the figure is too faint.

Then--

The seven characters from before were holding their own weapons, as if they were fighting inside!

The blonde girl held an invisible wind in her hand, the golden man had golden ripples behind him as if something was coming out of them, and the green man held a yellow gun pointed at the blonde girl.

The burly, red-haired man driving the oxcart burst into laughter. A strange man with bulging eyes held a book in his hand. All around were dark shadows, and from the sky, a man clad in jet-black armor descended.

"Um, Mr. Kurokawa, who is the main character here?" Iwamoto Yu couldn't help but ask when he saw this.

No, this comic has no main character.

"Huh? There's no main character?"

"Yes, this is an ensemble drama. Don't worry about too much. Just focus on the plot of the comic and then share your thoughts."

Iwamoto Yu was stunned for a moment. Is he that strong?

Are you already planning to write an ensemble drama?

Even if he draws good comics, it doesn't mean his storytelling ability has suddenly become so much stronger, right?

To avoid being proven wrong...

He didn't say anything, but kept reassuring himself, after all, he was a genius... maybe something unexpected would happen.

But... looking at the drawing in front of him, and the large English letters Fate/Zero on the next page, he lost the courage to turn the page... He didn't know if this was the progress of a genius or the fall of a genius.

In his view, Kurokawa Kazuya should just keep going as he is now, continuing to draw JoJo, creating Part 7, Part 8, Part 9... and so on.

It seems like the main character changes in each part of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure. This prevents the power levels from becoming unbalanced, meaning that as long as the story is well-told and the Stand abilities are continuously developed, it should be able to continue indefinitely...

But he did not do that.

Instead, they continuously create new comics.

The previous one was... to be honest, in his opinion, the previous one wasn't as interesting as JoJo's Bizarre Adventure.

However, based on the art style, he could only conclude that this was a work he was trying to transform, something he wanted to surpass his previous creations. So, it's not so bad that it's not as good as JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, but... if the second and third ones are like this...

Oh, right, could it be that he had the idea of ​​drawing ensemble dramas since the last one?

While the previous comic, Battle Royale, had a clearly defined protagonist—the one who survives to the end—his character development wasn't significantly more extensive than the others. It could be argued that it had the foundation of an ensemble drama.

And now...

"What's wrong?" Kurokawa asked, noticing that Iwamoto Yu hadn't turned to the next page.

"No... um... by the way, I also wanted to tell you about the situation with that manga 'Battle Royale' that I was here to do. I should have had the editor in charge of it come over, but... she asked me to come and tell you about it while I was at it," Yu Iwamoto said, changing the subject.

What happened to that comic?

"Yes...that's right. Because of the content of that comic, the magazine received a lot of complaints. They even held a meeting to discuss whether to cancel it or something."

"Well, I see."

"Huh? Aren't you surprised? It was so interesting..."

"Just like you said." Kurokawa Kazuya smiled. "Maybe it's because it's too real... I can accept something like this. I wouldn't be surprised if it were ever canceled."

At worst, we can just upload it online when the internet becomes more developed...

After all, I put a lot of effort into drawing it, so I can't let it go to waste.

Yu Iwamoto opened his mouth, then swallowed what he was about to say... Although some of the complaints about that manga were due to its gory and violent content, that was only a very small minority.

The majority of the reasons are actually...

The girl is dying far too often.

These were such lovely girls, and they died so tragically... This sparked outrage among the public.

The magazine received countless letters of complaint and threatening letters... even a razor blade...

Looking at the serious-looking Professor Kurokawa in front of him, Iwamoto Yu even suspected that he had already guessed all this, which was why he said, "You don't need to bring him any of the letters; you can handle them yourself." Moreover, the pen name on the letters was not "Kurokawa Kazuya" but a new pen name, a single kanji character "Kuro".

That's so insidious, absolutely insidious.

Thinking about it, he suddenly shuddered and looked at the drawing in front of him, saying, "Um... should I send this out under the identity of 'Kurokawa Kazuya' or the identity of 'Kuro'?"

"Hmm... let's just call this 'black'... after all, it feels too different from JOJO's image... as for whether it can be serialized or where it can be serialized, it doesn't matter."

Iwamoto Yu was stunned.

Some people mechanically looked down at the words "Fate/Zero" on the screen, and suddenly had a bad feeling...

Could it be...?

Could it be like that battle royale game from before... where all the girls died?

He already felt a little scared, and now that fear intensified. He was terrified to open the drawing!

"Alright, is everything alright now... Let's see where we can serialize this—"

Yu Iwamoto swallowed hard. "How terrifying... With Kurokawa-sensei's confidence, he couldn't possibly think his story is bad. That means—he himself thinks this manga isn't suitable for JUMC? Then why did you call me here?"

Carrying such fear in one's heart.

Finally... under Kurokawa Kazuya's expectant gaze, he opened the manga—

Chapter 47 Fate/Zero

First of all, this comic isn't a long one.

This was determined by Iwamoto Yu's assessment of the thickness when he received it. After asking around, Kurokawa Kazuya also confirmed that this was all the content after the series was completed...

Regardless, this place gave him the same feeling as the last battle royale...

He felt that one comic like that was enough.

And another one... I guess the readers won't just send razor blades; they'll probably come knocking on your door...

'Ah... This time I won't say which magazine this manga is suitable for anymore. If it's not suitable for JUMC, I'll just reject it outright... I need to teach Kurokawa-sensei a lesson...'

Then--

He opened the comic book.

The screen begins with pure black, with two lines of text written on it.

Eight years ago.

Let me tell you the story of a man, a man more idealistic than anyone else, and more desperate than anyone else—

Then, on the next page, the scene changed.

It was an ancient and simple hall.

A man was sitting there.

Nearby, onomatopoeia suggests that a door has been pushed open, and from the lower compartment, a person who appears to be a maid pushes open the door and says, "Lord Kiritsugu, the child has been born."

The man named Kiritsugu wasn't happy or anything; instead, he clenched his hands tightly.

The story begins here.

At first, Yu Iwamoto said... he didn't understand it. Aside from the good visuals, he didn't understand what it was trying to express...

I don't understand, I don't get it...

Well, I just feel that the woman in the picture, who looks like she just gave birth, is very beautiful. As for the color of her hair? Well, it's not colored, but you can tell it's not black. As for what color it is, you'll have to use your imagination.

不 ...

He deliberately flipped to a large picture at the front, focusing on the phantom behind the golden cup amidst a group of people.

Then it was confirmed that it was one person.

This woman has white hair.

He didn't care why it was white. After being the editor-in-chief for so many years, didn't he know? What color hair don't characters in comics have?

Why worry about this?

What exactly is this about?

Einzbern? The Holy Grail? A long-held wish? An ideal? To create a world where no one cries... A case of adolescent delusions in one's teens?

He had originally planned to think about it more deeply before turning the page, but then he suddenly realized that readers wouldn't do that. Most readers would just flip through the pages to see what it was about. Instead of racking his brains to think about it, he should just keep reading.

He looked again at the completed manuscript in his hand.

Well... it's all over now anyway.

Let's just keep reading.

If the explanation is too profound or something... and I didn't understand it because I only skimmed through it... then other readers would probably understand it the same way, and that wouldn't make it a successful work.

So... let's not think about it too much, let's just move on.

Sure enough, the following scene made him understand what kind of story it was—

The Holy Grail War: A war fought over the omnipotent wish-granting machine.

The battle that ensued after seven magicians summoned seven Servants will ultimately end in a single victor. And only that person can lift the Holy Grail and have their wish fulfilled.