Projection magicians starting from the Uchiha clan

Just as she was falling into utter despair, a red stigma suddenly appeared on her hand. The stigma glowed faintly and automatically initiated the ritual to summon a Servant.

As the light flashed, a boy appeared in front of the girl.

"Servant Berserker has answered the call. Are you my Master?"

In the pitch-black warehouse, the boy, radiating light, reached out his hand to her.

Black hair, a red coat, a handsome face, a headband, and eyes that radiated a scarlet light that made her feel at ease.

That moment was etched deeply into her heart, and she could never forget it.

"Yes, please save me." The girl shouted these words with all her might, tears glistening in her eyes, as she tightly grasped the boy's hand.

“I will fight for you, my lady.” Uchiha Iori picked up the girl, and a skeletal arm appeared beside him.

With a swing of his arm and a sweeping slash, the surrounding insects were instantly crushed.

"So you're a Servant? I never expected you, Sakura, to become a Master. Then come back, Sakura, and obtain the Holy Grail for the Matou family." The old man said slowly.

"No, no, I don't want to stay here." Matou Sakura's voice was intense; she had just been adopted into the Matou family this morning.

After encountering this situation, all she wanted was to return to her family.

"Heh, then I'll come back to you after the war is over," the old man said with a cold laugh, preparing to split into a swarm of insects to escape.

“No, it’s all over, Zouken Matou.” Iori said calmly, his eyes having somehow turned into six-pointed stars.

"What!" Zouken Matou snapped out of his daze and realized he was standing still, with nothing happening.

"How do you know my name? Did we know each other before? No, I didn't have this name before."

"Wait, what was my name before?" Zouken Matou's emotions gradually became out of control, and the power of his Sharingan continued to probe his inner self.

“Machiri Zorgen, die with your corrupted ideals.” Iori looked at him calmly, the six-pointed star spinning wildly as she pushed the power of her Mangekyou Sharingan to its limit.

"Remember your past ideals, and then die."

"I see, is that so?" As the Sharingan interrogated him, Zouken Matou remembered everything from the past.

A complex expression appeared on his face, as if he were struggling, or perhaps he was finding relief.

In order to realize his ideal of abolishing all evil in the world, he began to pursue immortality, hoping to complete his grand ambition in an infinite amount of time.

However, time, like a merciless blade, eroded his memory and reason. He gradually forgot his initial ideals, leaving only a lingering, tenacious obsession.

"Time is truly terrifying. So many heroes and great men will eventually reveal their ugly side under the erosion of time. This applies to righteous partners, virtuous ministers, heroic generals, and wise emperors alike."

Iori sighed, looking at Zouken Matou's past, his once noble aspirations and his current ugly state.

Iori also reminded herself not to forget her original aspirations and not to become so ugly.

He turned to look at Sakura, his eyes softening, his tone gentle: "Master, what should we do next?"

Sakura said timidly, "I want to go home, back to my mother." She clutched Iori's clothes tightly, tears glistening on her cheeks but not falling.

Iori gently wiped away her tears and said softly, "Where is your mother? I'll take you to find her."

Although he knew the outcome of going there, Iori didn't want to shatter the child's illusions, which was also a sign of his gentleness.

Holding Sakura tightly, Iori followed the address she gave him and searched all the way there.

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After leaving Fuyuki City, I arrived at the Zenjo residence in another city.

Iori put Sakura down on the ground, squatted down and said to her, "Then go, Master. I will protect you from outside."

Sakura didn't move. Instead, she tugged at his sleeve and said in a tearful voice, "Can't we go together?"

Iori replied gently, "It would be better if I didn't show up. You just need to say that the Matou family was attacked by an unknown magician, the head of the family died in battle, the magic path was cut off, and he didn't lay a hand on you."

Sakura gave her a slight push, and walked away, turning back to look at her every step. Iori simply stood there, smiling as he watched her.

After losing sight of Iori, Matou Sakura mustered her courage and knocked on the door of the Zenjo residence.

"Mom, I'm home!" Sakura Matou shouted.

"Sakura? What brings you here?" Aoi Tohsaka was a little surprised and quickly came over to open the door.

"Sakura!" Rin Tohsaka rushed over and hugged Sakura. Although the sisters had just separated, she thought she would never see Sakura again.

"Sister." Matou Sakura hugged Tohsaka Rin and cried. What she had experienced during this period was too terrible for a child.

"Sakura, why did you come here?" Aoi Tohsaka asked softly. According to their agreement, they should no longer have any contact.

Sakura Matou repeated what Iori had taught her, and Aoi Tohsaka showed no doubt, simply telling her to go to the guest room to sleep first.

He then immediately contacted Tokiomi Tohsaka and told him everything.

"Is that so? I'll look into it. Sakura, you can stay here for now," Tokiomi Tohsaka replied.

After shutting down the magical device, Tokiomi Tohsaka rubbed his forehead. "At this critical moment, Matou Okina was actually killed. Was it done by a Heroic Spirit?"

"Tokiomi, what happened? Tell me, I'm quite interested." The speaker was a man dressed in golden armor, who sat on the sofa, slowly sipping red wine.

Chapter 32 The War That Is About to Begin

"King of Heroes, are you interested in this?" Tokiomi Tohsaka asked respectfully.

"Well, entertainment is always more interesting than your clown act." The Hero King Gilgamesh's lips curled up slightly, with a hint of contempt and mockery.

“I will send an assassin to gather information, and then I will leave it to you.” Tokiomi Tohsaka replied with a deep bow.

"Then so be it." Gilgamesh put down his wine glass, and his figure gradually disappeared into the air.

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After watching Matou Sakura enter the mansion, Uchiha Iori found a place to sit down.

He formed hand seals: "Shadow Clone Technique"

Several clones appeared in front of him instantly. He said to the clones, "You all know the plot, so go and infiltrate the plot's location. The primary task is Artoria's Excalibur."

"Then there's the scabbard Avalon. Take as much of the Hero King's treasure as you can; this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"Understood," the clones replied and then departed.

Iori sat on the ground and created another clone: ​​"Go to England and see if you can contact the Edfeldt family. I'm afraid Tokiomi Tohsaka will pull some more tricks."

"Understood, I will make the contact." The clone nodded and quickly left.

At the edge of the alley, Iori leaned against the wall, closed her eyes, and pretended to sleep, waiting for the next day to arrive.

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"Ah!!" Matou Sakura woke up from her nightmare, dreaming again of yesterday's warehouse and the overwhelming swarm of insects.

In her dream, the boy did not appear; she woke up in fright the moment the swarm of insects approached her.

She got out of bed, walked to the door, and heard sounds coming from outside.

"Mom, will Sakura leave again this time?" Rin Tohsaka's voice was full of worry and reluctance. She loved her younger sister very much and did not want her to leave.

“Yes, she can’t stay.” Aoi Tohsaka’s answer was firm and cold. Although she loved her child, the interests of the Tohsaka family were the most important.

Hearing the words coming from outside, tears slowly streamed down Matou Sakura's face.

"Am I really an unwanted child?" Matou Sakura murmured to herself, her voice filled with sorrow and despair. "I shouldn't have come back."

"So, are you leaving? I've already contacted your maternal grandmother's family; they should treat you well." Iori suddenly appeared in the room, her voice gentle yet firm.

"Can't I come with you?" Matou Sakura asked, her eyes brimming with tears.

She looked aggrieved and helpless, her little hands reaching out to tightly grasp the hem of Iori's clothes, unwilling to let go.

Iori is now her only support.

She was like a drowning person clinging to a small boat in a vast ocean, unwilling to let go of this lifeline.

"I am a Servant you summoned, and I will disappear after the Holy Grail War ends, so you cannot follow me."

Iori squatted down and gently stroked her head. It felt nice and comfortable to stroke.

"Before that, I'll arrange a backup plan for you," he promised gently.

"Although the night is long, it will eventually pass, and I will lead you to a bright tomorrow."

Although he is not a partner of justice, for just one week, he is willing to become a partner of justice who belongs only to Sakura.

"Yes, I believe you, big brother." The girl hugged Iori tightly and wouldn't let go.

Where Iori couldn't see, a determined look flashed in her eyes as she made an important decision.

"Shall we go to the amusement park? The Holy Grail War usually takes place at night, so we have nothing to do during the day. Why don't we go have some fun together?"

Iori suggested that he had taken a lot of money with him when he left the Matou residence, enough to cover his expenses for the next few days.

"Yes, I'll go wherever big brother goes." Sakura looked up at him with a cute expression.

Iori lowered her head, rubbed her cheek against Sakura's face a few times, lifted her up, and said, "Let's go to the amusement park."

"Yay!" Sakura raised her hand in agreement, not only because of going to the amusement park, but also because of Iori.

After leaving a message for Aoi Tohsaka, Iori took Sakura Matou and left the mansion for the amusement park.

After enjoying the carousel, roller coaster, pirate ship, Ferris wheel, and other rides, the two left completely satisfied.

"Now go find a place to stay. The next time you see your mother and sister will be when you say goodbye," Iori said, looking at her.

“Hmm.” Matou Sakura also looked at him, tugging at his clothes as if that would give her enough courage.

After settling Matou Sakura down, Iori used magic to connect with the shadow clone who had gone to watch the play.

"So, has the battle started over at Weiyuanchuan?" Iori asked, having been eagerly anticipating the grand melee of Heroic Spirits.

"Diarmuid provoked, King Arthur accepted the challenge, Alexander the Great watched the show from the bridge, Hassan squatted on a pillar, and the Hero King stood on a lamppost."

The shadow clone gave a brief reply, which made Iori somewhat embarrassed; such a concise answer had actually given him a vivid image.

"What about the sword and scabbard? Have they been copied?" Iori pressed, as this was one of the goals and couldn't be abandoned.

"It was copied, but the scabbard is of too high a level to be projected at the moment," the shadow clone replied.

"That's good. Once I get my hands on a tailed beast or a dragon vein, everything will be alright," Iori said with a smile.

"It's all about me, stop with the jokes. Alexander the Great drove in in an oxcart to provoke us, should I join in too?" the shadow clone complained.