A person is in Type-Moon, goes out, and then picks up an Outer God girl?

"If you're bored, use that room over there as a studio!"

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Image: "Van Gogh!", Location: "Images/1725009535-100415105-112068327.jpg"

Is it true that no one likes Van Gogh?

Water, Wind, and Flowers: Chapter 5: From Becoming "Van Gogh" to Being No Longer Human

The dim street lights illuminated the entire straight street. Duanmu Ye, who was walking in it, disguised himself as an ordinary person who had nothing to do with magic with the help of the "Faceless Walker" and lit a cigarette again and put it in his mouth.

Perhaps because of his profession, almost all of his works contain time-travel elements, which makes him more able to accept the fact that he has traveled through time than he imagined.

Although he told his Servant, Van Gogh, that he was out to buy a pack of cigarettes.

But the RMB in 2024 can never have any purchasing power in winter in 1995 Japan.

That is undoubtedly a lie...

Duanmu Ye took a deep breath and subconsciously looked up at the sky, but his eyes widened in an instant.

It was a starry sky that could not be described in words. The stars that should have been hanging in the sky like gems inlaid on silk were now twisting together at a speed visible to the naked eye, forming a tiny vortex.

The galaxy was turning into a vortex, the starry sky was becoming distorted, and a dot of inky black spread in the corner of the full moon before the naked eye...

"M-Master...is there something wrong?"

The voice of Van Gogh rang in his mind. It seemed that because he had just caught a glimpse of the distortion, he subconsciously called her name in his heart.

"Telepathic communication... Van Gogh, are you using your Noble Phantasm?"

"No, Van Gogh is tidying up his studio... Van Gogh gave his Noble Phantasm to the Master, so Van Gogh doesn't have one now..."

Telepathic magic is a unique way for Masters and Servant to communicate, allowing them to communicate through the bond of the contract, regardless of distance. Furthermore, the victor can, through the relationship they establish with the Servant, see what the Servant sees.

But it was obvious that Duanmu Ye was not the winner. He knew nothing about magic and could not even understand why he summoned Van Gogh and became a participant in the Holy Grail War.

There were no magic circles, no chants, and no holy relics. It was as strange as if you went out and picked up an ignorant beautiful girl.

"The yellow house...are those three skills actually bonuses?"

The Water Priest Cthulhu, the Wind Nobleman Hastur, the Mars Flower Usum... Duanmu Ye was not sure whether there were other Old Ones or Outer Gods who were watching him, but the above three and Naa were a foregone conclusion.

"Van Gogh didn't know..."

Muttering to himself, Van Gogh answered a question that was not actually a question.

He stopped walking at the end of the street while talking. Looking at the crowded neon lights which was in stark contrast to the quiet street behind him, Duanmu Ye put out the cigarette in his hand.

"So, are you planning on painting?"

Some things can only be figured out by going out. If you apply the settings in the game to the current situation, it will definitely not work.

The Holy Grail War, in which one fights for something by summoning and enslaving familiars, is ultimately a projection of the records of past heroes through the earth's veins. No matter what ideals are pursued, it cannot change the fact that it is a battle royale ritual driven by familiars.

The unique setting of the Moon World that the older the character, the more powerful it is is best reflected in the Hero King Gilgamesh, but this does not mean that the heroes of modern history are inferior to the rulers of the Mesopotamian region who played with stone tablets.

Just as people could not imagine how their ancestors controlled the flood, Duanmu Ye also could not imagine what kind of monsters those figures in modern history would be turned into.

As a figure in modern history, Van Gogh, who lived only about a hundred years ago, would inevitably have been affected to some extent in his paintings. What's more, Van Gogh, who is now under the watchful eyes of the Outer Gods and comes from the world line of FGO where combat power has collapsed.

"Yeah, yeah... because Van Gogh wasn't really good at fighting. Staying at home painting like this... feels like a snail. Hehehe, it's a Van Gogh joke..."

"..."

Very good, in good spirits, and no signs of going crazy.

But before Duanmu Ye could speak, after a long silence, Van Gogh's weak voice came again with an apology.

"In fact, Van Gogh didn't know what to paint, but he always felt that inspiration would come at some point, and then he would paint something..."

"It's okay, just paint whatever you want. That room will be yours from now on. If you don't have enough paint, just tell me."

"Really? Such a nice room, and you're bothering Master to buy paint and stuff..."

The communication with Van Gogh was hung up after giving a positive reply. Looking back at the empty street behind him and the out-of-place yellow house at the end of the street, Duanmu Ye's tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

Although Van Gogh was hesitant in his words, Duanmu Ye, who had not communicated with others offline for a long time, still smiled slightly.

Immediately, as he turned around and walked towards the neon street, his figure was no longer in the original vest and slippers, but changed into the most disarming outfit of a Japanese high school student.

Although it is somewhat embarrassing for a person in his twenties to wear high school clothes, fortunately, with the help of the [Faceless Walker], while changing his body shape, his self-acceptance also changes accordingly. After a few blinks of shame, he adapted to his current identity.

Duanmu Ye blended into the crowd completely as a high school student and had not decided who he should contact. The question about the historical background had been answered by asking passers-by. As the Master of a Foreigner, he was probably a complete newcomer now, just like Weber Velvet when he first entered the Holy Grail War.

But he and Webber Velvet were still fundamentally different.

For example...what he had thought about from the beginning was not conquest or alliance. He had no intention of coexisting peacefully with those guys who were always watching his life, even though he had the power.

Being kind to others is being cruel to yourself. Knowing the darkness of this ritual and being forced to participate in it, the only possible outcome is a fight to the death.

"Then let's just wander around. You should still be seeing news about the Twin Towers in Japan in 1995."

Duanmu Ye thought so in his heart as he moved among the crowd, and his contact with Van Gogh was entirely the latter's involuntary mumbling when he was alone.

But just as Duanmu Ye reached the most prosperous street in the commercial district, a dark green figure not much taller than Van Gogh hurriedly passed by him and gradually disappeared into the crowd.

"Roar?"

Although they only passed each other for a moment, for some reason the "World Map Encyclopedia" in the boy's hand was clearly imprinted in his mind through his sight.

Is it because I'm wearing Van Gogh's ghost clothes...

Who can now tell the difference between him and Van Gogh?

Turning his head to look in the direction where the figure disappeared, Duanmu Ye, who was originally moving aimlessly, gradually showed a meaningful smile on his face.

"Speak of the devil, and he'll appear. Since we've met, I'd better go and say hello politely."

Water, Wind, and Flower: Chapter 6: How can a servant reveal his true name right away?

"Ah... Really, why am I, as a Master, being ordered to do something like this..."

In the bustling commercial street, both pedestrians and cars were constantly coming and going. The black-haired boy also sighed and quickened his pace as he walked towards the pedestrian park under the Fuyuki Bridge.

In his heart, he did not think that he had done anything wrong in taking away the Servant that should have belonged to his teacher. The so-called bloodline theory was not enough to prove whether a person was excellent or not.

"I will definitely prove that even if I don't have talent, I can make up for those shortcomings through hard work!"

Duanmu Ye watched the boy mumbling but did not take any action. As one of the few kind-hearted people in the entire Holy Grail War, he did not have much hostility towards the future El Melloi II.

Of course, this was only the case before he showed that kind of thought to himself.

As for those who participate in this ceremony, no matter if they are disciples of a declining magic family, useless magicians, or allies among magicians, their ultimate goal is to seize the Holy Grail after killing each other.

Alliances and surrender are nothing but veils to cover up failure and weakness, and he also has his own wishes that he wants to realize.

"Master, do you have a wish too?"

"Nonsense! How could we all come to participate in the Holy Grail War without any wishes?"

Van Gogh's sudden voice almost ruined Duanmu Ye's plan. Although he was able to conceal his breath and improve his disguise with the help of some abilities, it did not mean that no professionals would notice him if he said it out loud on the street.

If you accidentally say that on the street, what's the difference between that and shouting "Everyone look at me" on the street?

"Then what is the Master's wish..."

Van Gogh spoke weakly after being scolded, even though when this topic was discussed in previous conversations, she always stammered and said that she didn't think of such words to get it over with.

But, since the Holy Grail appeared here, how could the servants not have wishes?

Duanmu Ye remained silent and did not immediately answer Van Gogh's question.

As Weber Velvet's figure gradually left the commercial street, Duanmu Ye's expression became a little moved as he watched the Fuyuki Bridge, a famous check-in spot in Fuyuki, gradually appear before his eyes.

"Although it's a bit inappropriate to say this now, if possible, I would like to live a little more freely."

"..."

The silence on the other end of the communication made Duanmu Ye notice that the communication was cut off as if on purpose. In Duanmu Ye's impression, there were not many people who could do such a thing, and Naya was one of them.

The inability to restore communication in a short period of time made Duanmu Ye give up the idea of ​​continuing to discuss this topic with Van Gogh. He stopped under the Fuyuki Bridge and looked at the red-haired man sitting on the bench not far away, who looked like a giant bear. His eyes gradually became cold.

......

"The summoning was successful, so why am I suffering like this... What kind of books are these?"

The young man hunched over and gasped for breath, while the tall man in the red cloak mercilessly snatched the books from his hands.

"Since this is a war, we should prepare in advance. First, understand where we are and what we need to conquer. This is the first step on the journey! Boy!"

The hearty laughter did not conceal his intention to move forward. Even when the young man kept jumping around and trying to cover his mouth, the red man continued to smile and flip through the book in his hand.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, the red man turned his head, and his originally cheerful smile turned solemn in an instant.

"Assassin? Or Caster? Hiding in the shadows is not heroic. Show yourself!"

The dagger drawn from the waist flashed with the power of thunder, and the intimidating words even blew the surrounding bushes a little.

"Rider! The ritual is performed in secret, it's a secret!"

Although no one knows where the Assassin or Caster that Rider mentioned is, and it is not even clear whether it is true or not.

But Waver, trusting Rider, continued to look around, constantly reminding himself that this was under the bridge bordering Fuyuki's most prosperous new capital, with countless pedestrians and vehicles passing by.

If a conflict between servants broke out here, he couldn't imagine the chaos that would fall upon the people around him.

"Coward, if that's the case, I'll flatten this place!"

"Be careful not to die at the hands of others because of this impulsiveness."

A human figure gradually emerged from the void. It was a figure wearing a tattered yellow cloak, and its figure was completely hidden in the shadow of the cloak.

Both Rider and Waver froze in their places after witnessing this scene, for the Servant that appeared before them was not, strictly speaking, a "person," but merely a shadow with a vaguely humanoid appearance.

The person with the characteristic yellow robe and summoned here as a Heroic Spirit should be very easy to identify, but even Waver, who had some understanding of this, could only open his mouth and be speechless for a moment.

"A phantom? I am the King of Conquerors, Iskandar! You are participating in this Holy Grail War as a Rider. Since you have the courage to step out from the shadows, then state your name like me!"

Image: "King of Conquerors", Location: "Images/1725095517-100415105-112072018.jpg"

The heroic voice made Waver cover his ears, and even the laughter mixed in with the words made Waver Velvet, who was squatting on the ground, scream in his heart that he was doomed.

Duanmu Ye's expression was somewhat moved. Although he had long known that Iskandar was a king who believed extremely in his own strength and great achievements, it was somewhat idiotic to give his real name when they first met.

"A Servant doesn't understand the rules, so don't you, the Master, understand them either?"

Looking at Waver Velvet squatting beside him, perhaps because his real name was exposed, the young boy gradually showed despair.

He did not deliberately release the pollen of illusion, nor did he deliberately give them any hints. He simply appeared in front of them as the "Nobleman of the Wind", and the rest was left to the guesswork of those who saw his true appearance.

Silence spread. Rider, who always did his own thing, put away his previous smile. Under his slightly unhappy expression, thunder flashed on his dagger.

"Since you're unwilling to reveal your name, you're not someone seeking an ally. Since you're an enemy, there's no room for negotiation!"

The dagger held high above his head connected to the sky, and the rolling thunder flowing among the clouds seemed to come from the wrath of the gods. A flash of lightning fell, and the majestic natural magic stirred up a cloud of dust on the ground. A strong cough was accompanied by some horse roars.

When the smoke cleared, it was a two-headed chariot in a very Greek style, and the patterns carved on it all had terrifying magical powers attached to them.

Even what was tied in front of the chariot was not a horse or a mythical beast, but a burly and strong bull with flashing thunder and muscles surging like waves. Every time it raised and lowered its hooves casually, it generated indescribable pressure.

"Come on, kid. Standing next to you is the king who conquered the earth, Iskandar!"

"The war has begun. I will use the lives of these rats to usher in a new era of devastation and domination for me!"

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Woohoo, thank you all for your support, I will work hard on writing!

Water, Wind, Flower: Chapter 7: You mean, Assassin can fly?

Wait, I said stop.

I'm just standing here, why are you using your Noble Phantasm?

Leaping lightning swept across the oxcart, and both wind and thunder became visible to the naked eye amid the bull's roar, enveloping the chariot. With such a scene, it was hard not to realize that a treasure had been deployed.

Logically speaking, a Servant who appeared in the human world through the ley lines and the Holy Grail would only carry a Noble Phantasm that was most compatible with his or her job, but this was only theoretically speaking. In reality, the job adaptability was high, and with the blessing of legends, it was not surprising to have a second or third Noble Phantasm.

Silently watching Iskandar who inexplicably entered the combat state, Duanmu Ye saw the tentacles inadvertently spreading out from under his yellow robe.