My Fate Codex of Type-Moon

So then…

"Don't even think about it." Before Artoria could even speak, Sakutsuki cut her off. The young man, dressed in a kimono and appearing refined and elegant, picked up his Servant and declared righteously:

"The world is so beautiful, yet you are so violent. Always thinking about fighting and killing, aren't you tired of it?"

The golden-haired, blue-eyed girl's mouth fell open, her expression blank.

A man who could pierce her with a thousand swords according to her intuition, holding a Caster-class Servant, and then lecturing her about world peace with a straight face?!

And Irisviel actually believed him, nodding in agreement: "Indeed, how can we involve Miyu-chan in such a cruel battle? Saber and I will go."

"Is... is that so?"

Miyu, who was in Sakutsuki's arms and could kill Medea with a single thrust, stared with vacant eyes as the two unscrupulous Masters toyed with Saber. In the end, the two Master-Servant pairs tacitly parted ways. Irisviel pursued the direction of the aura, while Sakutsuki headed in the opposite direction, winding through alleys into a small shop.

As soon as he entered, the strong smell of alcohol made Miyu cough repeatedly, her small face flushing a deep red.

Good wine needs no bush.

Hearing the sound at the door, an old man came out from behind the counter. Seeing Sakutsuki, he smiled: "You again, young man. What are you buying this time? I have everything here."

The old man was right; on the shelves beside him were fine wines from all over the world.

There was the Singaporean cocktail Sling; the Dutch Gin; the Spanish sunshine Sherry bottled up; the famous Portuguese wine PORTO; and the Japanese national liquor, sake, developed by borrowing the brewing methods of Chinese yellow wine… Even Moutai, one of the world's three great liquors, sat quietly on the top shelf.

Wines brewed from thousands of cultures were all here, their aromas so rich they could make one drunk to death, unwilling to wake.

Sakutsuki was a regular with the owner and said without hesitation: "Give me a few bottles of strong liquor, the stronger the better. Get me some Red Star Erguotou and Water of Life. Oh, and a bottle of sake and a bottle of beer each. Just charge it to my card."

"You know your stuff, straightforward!" The old man laughed heartily, quickly gathered the bottles, put them in a bag, and handed them to Sakutsuki.

Amidst the clinking of the bottles, Sakutsuki declined the old man's invitation to drink together and left with Miyu, who was staggering slightly.

Stepping out of the alley and into the cold winter wind, Miyu, who hadn't touched a drop, sobered up a bit: "Onii-chan, you bought so much alcohol, where are we going?"

Facing the wind, Sakutsuki smiled. A silver-green motorcycle engine roared to life beside him, restless and howling:

"To find someone to drink with, and..."

"To watch the show!"

The Fuyuki Bridge, spanning the Mion River near the estuary, is a three-span continuous tied-arch bridge with a total length of 665 meters.

The top of the bridge arch is over 50 meters high. At such a height, if hit by the sea breeze, one would surely lose their footing and fall into the river. Without safety ropes, even the most skilled riggers would never go up there.

Waver Velvet had no safety ropes or any other equipment tied to him. He clung tightly to the cold steel frame with his bare hands and feet. He usually told himself to act composed, but at this moment, he couldn't afford to.

His Servant, Rider, sat beside him with his legs crossed. He looked imposing, making people grit their teeth in annoyance.

"Let's... let's get down from here quickly..."

Waver said to Rider, his teeth chattering from the cold and fear. However, his voice was just background noise to Rider.

"This is an excellent vantage point. Let's stay up here for a while and observe."

Rider held a bottle of foreign liquor, taking large gulps from it from time to time, while looking down at the wide seaside park below the bridge on the west side, which stretched from the estuary to the coast. Although Waver's eyesight couldn't see much, according to Rider's description, their target – the Servant's aura they had been tracking for four hours – was right there.

Rider and Waver had been wandering the city hoping to make contact with the enemy. They had discovered the Servant's aura that afternoon.

As a king who had conquered all directions, Rider immediately recognized the opponent's intention to lure them in. He decided to wait and watch, waiting for other Servants to appear, and waiting for the opportunity to benefit from the conflict between others.

That being said—

"This is too high! I, I want to get down! No, let me down! I, I've had enough!"

Waver's shouts were scattered by the wind, completely unheard by Rider.

"Hold on a moment. What an impatient fellow. Waiting while sitting is also a form of warfare."

Rider said leisurely while drinking, not even glancing at Waver's increasingly desperate expression. It seemed there was no shared understanding of "heights being dangerous" between them from the start.

"If you have nothing to do, then read the book you're holding..." Rider suddenly stopped talking, turned his head sharply, and looked towards the entrance of the bridge.

This time, even Waver saw it. A cool and stylish motorcycle sped over, stopping at their feet with a stylish drift.

The man in the kimono took off his helmet and, as if he already knew they were there, shouted up:

"King of Conquerors, Iskandar! What are you doing standing so high up? Hurry down, let's drink together!"

Who wants to drink with you!

Even though he was terrified up there, Waver wouldn't foolishly jump down. This Caster's Master had been fighting them fiercely just a few days ago. Now he was suddenly showing up, who knew what kind of trap it was…

The steel frame suddenly vibrated, startling Waver. He instinctively looked at Rider, only to see the red-haired strongman standing up and reaching out a giant hand.

Then he grabbed Waver by the collar, lifted him up as if he were a kitten, and even gave him a little shake.

"R, Rider, what are you doing?" Waver swallowed.

Rider, however, gave him a kind smile.

"Are you ready, kid?"

Amidst the frantic screams of premonition of death, Waver felt as if he were sitting on a freefall ride without safety restraints, beginning his descent.

"Waaahhhhhhh—!"

The scream echoed on the Fuyuki Bridge for a long time.

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Under the Fuyuki Bridge

Under the cover of magecraft that dispersed the onlookers, no one noticed the four figures beneath the bridge. Beside a red-haired giant, good wine was laid out, and he was engaged in a lively conversation with a young man with golden eyes and white hair. A girl in a kimono stared intently at the image projected on the screen in mid-air. Behind her, a frail young man clutched a bottle of sake, spitting out his soul.

These were the Masters and Servants of the Caster and Rider factions.

The projected image in mid-air was currently displaying a fierce battle taking place somewhere.

It was in the warehouse district adjacent to the seaside park. Amidst rows of prefabricated warehouses, two figures clashed, their fierce combat tearing through the air and shattering nearby cargo containers.

One of the figures wielded a spear, the other a sword.

The spear-wielding man had a handsome face, a high-bridged nose, stern eyebrows, and a sharp jawline. His refined lips suggested strictness and abstinence, but his eyes, filled with gentle melancholy, exuded a powerful masculine charm. The tear mole beneath his left eye made his gaze even more captivating.

His weapon was quite striking. He carried a spear about two meters long in his right hand and a shorter spear, about one-third the length of the first, in his left.

"Servant Lancer, a dual-wielder?" the red-haired giant mused, stroking his chin. "Both spears, from haft to blade, are wrapped in some kind of talisman-like cloth. Their true appearance is completely hidden."

"There aren't many dual-wielding spear users in history," Sakutsuki said, benefiting from his foresight but not intending to reveal everything. "However, since they dared to reveal their presence and issue a challenge, they must be quite skilled."

"If you say so, then the Heroic Spirit who responded to his provocation and chose to fight must also be a strong one!" Iskandar raised his wine cup, his gaze shifting to the Saber confronting Lancer, his face filled with admiration.

The girl knight, with soft, snow-white skin, golden hair, and blue eyes, held an invisible sword. The ahoge on her head stood up high, and her armor gleamed with silver and azure light.

"I didn't expect it to be such a beautiful young lady."

"Indeed," Sakutsuki's eyes brightened as he looked at her, nodding in agreement. "She's as beautiful as an elf."

"But what weapon is she holding? The way she grips it looks like a sword, but why can't I see the blade?"

"Just as Lancer wrapped his twin spears, Saber must be doing this to conceal her identity," Sakutsuki said with a smile, clinking glasses with Iskandar.

"Not knowing the appearance of the weapon puts Lancer at a disadvantage."

"That's something for the warriors to consider. We just need to watch with peace of mind."

"Precisely. Come, let's drink!"

Under the moonlight, after a brief exchange, Saber and Lancer began their battle without hesitation.

"Ooh, it's starting, it's starting," Iskandar exclaimed, his eyes wide. Sakutsuki also held his breath, concentrating.

This was a brutal duel, extinct in modern times, only occurring in that distant era when myths had not yet completely faded.

The armored knight and the spear-wielding warrior fought ferociously amidst flashing blades and sparks.

Although it was the clash of cold weapons, the magic generated by their impact and the powerful air currents that seemed capable of destroying everything were in no way inferior to modern firearms.

It was as if the weapons held by the two Servants were not spears and swords, but some more ferocious implements.

Their feet crushed the ground as they moved.

The air pressure from their weapon swings severed the streetlights.

Even with magically enhanced dynamic vision, it was difficult to keep up with their movements. One could only judge the intensity of the battle from the occasional stray shockwaves.

The outer walls of the warehouses could not withstand the onslaught, peeling, twisting, and flying off like tin foil in a gust of wind.

The wind wailed.

Facing a space that completely defied the physical laws of the world, the surrounding air let out a neurotic cry.

A wild storm raged through the deserted warehouse district, destroying and trampling everything.

A mere close-quarters combat between two individuals threatened to destroy the entire street.

Witnessing this dazzling spectacle, the King of Conquerors forgot to drink. The young man with white hair and golden eyes was filled with fighting spirit. The girl who descended as a Caster had a grave expression, while the frail Master's mouth hung open in stunned disbelief.

This was the Holy Grail War, the great feat of recreating the world of myths and legends.

Thunder tore through the sky, waves shattered the earth, and the world of fantasy miraculously became reality.

This was the battle between Servants.

A movement from an object in his arms brought Sakutsuki back from the fierce battle, and he activated his communication magecraft.

"Sakutsuki, I've arrived at the warehouse district. I'm hiding under a warehouse right now."

"Did you disguise yourself?"

"Of course. As you instructed, I not only concealed my presence but also eliminated thermal detection... But Sakutsuki, will Tokiomi Tohsaka's Servant come here? I only see Saber and Lancer fighting."

"Shallow, too shallow, Kariya."

"???"

Sitting cross-legged beneath the Fuyuki Bridge, Sakutsuki smiled, visions of various scenes appearing in his eyes – these were the surveillance systems he had long since set up.

Having arrived here a year in advance, how could he not have made preparations?

"Above your head, Lancer's Master is observing the entire battlefield. On top of the crane, a presumed-dead Shadow Servant is spying. As for the mage killer who is ready to snipe, and us along with the Rider faction currently squatting under the Fuyuki Bridge... count how many people have come tonight?"

"I..." Kariya was dumbfounded, and after a long pause, he blurted out a curse, "Fuck (in both Chinese and Japanese)."

"And since our ally Assassin is already on the scene, will Tohsaka and his Servant be far behind?"

"Understood, Sakutsuki. I'll be ready. As soon as Tohsaka's Servant arrives..." Kariya pulled down the hood of his tracksuit, his eyes burning with the fire of vengeance.

"I'll defeat him!"

"No, Kariya," Sakutsuki smiled, his golden eyes deep. "Before that, you can help me with something..."

Meanwhile, on the battlefield where the two Servants clashed, the situation had quietly changed.

"This game ends here, Lancer."

A cold voice, seemingly emanating from nowhere, echoed all around. As if displeased with the stalemate, Lancer's Master commanded, "Don't let this battle drag on any longer. That Saber is a formidable enemy, finish her off quickly—I permit you to use your Noble Phantasm."

These words from the hidden Magus made Saber's expression stiffen.

Noble Phantasm—Lancer's Master was finally urging him to reveal the Servant's true weapon.

"Understood, my Lord."

Lancer's previously elegant demeanor shifted, his tone becoming serious and low as he changed his stance with the spear.

Without hesitation, he threw the short spear he held in his left hand to the ground.

"So... that long spear is Lancer's...!?"

Under Saber's gaze, the binding talismans on the long spear in Lancer's right hand loosened and fell away.

It was a deep crimson spear. Immense magical power, entirely different from before, faintly emanated from its tip, like an ominous mirage.