My Fates Codex of Type-Moon Chapter 4

To this, Sakutsuki responded with a wild grin, keeping his left hand raised as he began to chant:

"Arrival here is countless research!"

Reciting the incantation, the chant was merely a self-suggestion to alter his own state.

Mana surged around him, distorting even the sound of his voice.

Thousand Swords as Template

Piling Up Countless Sword Mounds

There was only one direction to guide—faced with such mystery, such a "sword," the smith who had spent his life forging blades had no reason not to appear.

Through the medium of the blank card, the power that burst forth instantly filled the vessel that was Sakutsuki.

Arrival Here is the Convergence of All Things

Display Here is the Wish of All Creation

Gathered Here is All Karma

Everything in my life exists only to reach this blade.

In the air ground apart by mana, a stunned voice came through in fragments.

"Wha—t?"

What was the shock for?

Was it the heavy, clear sound of hammering, or... the incantation completely different from the last time?

The pulse of the sword is here—

After creating a wilderness of countless blades, all weapon edges shattered like snowflakes, leaving only this single beam of light in the man's hand.

The magic circle was withdrawn just before collapse. Facing the unabated Star of Creation that Splits Heaven and Earth, the man, now half-naked, swung the light in his hand.

"Take this—this is my Tsumukari Muramasa!"

In the distant past, the age of the gods, the Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi that emerged from the tail of Yamata no Orochi was now manifested.

With a roar, two beams of light that pierced heaven and earth collided, illuminating all phenomena within the reach of light.

And no one noticed that at the end of the night brighter than day, a sliver of dawn light leaped up from the horizon.

The final moments left for Sakutsuki in this world declared the end.

Mugen no Kensei (Tsumukari Muramasa) / Unlimited Blade Works (Tsumukari Muramasa)

Rank: A+

Type: Anti-Personnel Noble Phantasm

Range: 1~10

Maximum Targets: 10 people

Tsumukari Muramasa

A Noble Phantasm that creates the ultimate single slash.

By deploying a special Reality Marble (said to resemble the scenery of the Heroic Spirit Emiya's 'Unlimited Blade Works'), it creates a wilderness of countless blades, then shatters them all like snowflakes, leaving only the single sword in Senji Muramasa's hand.

A single slash capable of cutting through time, space, or even causality.

The blade inscription reads "Tsumukari Muramasa."

Tsumukari refers to the Tsumukari no Tachi (Tsumuha no Tachi).

That is, the divine artifact that appeared from the tail of Yamata no Orochi—the eight-headed, eight-tailed crimson monster, Japan's greatest calamity dragon whose body spanned eight valleys and eight peaks—slain by Susanoo: the Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi / Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi.

This is the Noble Phantasm of the Heroic Spirit Senji Muramasa, which once cut through the sorcerer Amakusa Shirou's Reality Marble, the Shimabara Hell Scroll, in a Lostbelt. One can only say that old man truly lives up to being Emiya Superhero.

Fates Codex Updated

001: Angelica Einzbern (Gil-Girl)

Character Info: Einzworth Family Doll (DOLL)...

Hidden Info: B98/W62/H94

Record Conditions (2/3)

1. Escape from Einzbern Castle (Completed)

2. Successfully flee from her pursuit for seven days (Completed)

3*. Survive Enuma Elish without dying (Completed)

Condition 2 completed. Reward obtained: Depart from this world, proceed to the Origin of Fate.

Hidden Record Condition 3* completed. Reward obtained: Replace Magic Modification!

Permissions activated. Locking World Line... Lock successful.

Beginning transfer.

When the aftermath of the clash between Enuma Elish and Mugen no Kensei (Tsumukari Muramasa) faded, Angelica's gaze found no trace of Sakutsuki before her. Only a few embers of scorched fabric drifted and vanished in the sunlight rising from the horizon.

"Finally dead, is he?" Angelica withdrew her weapon and cleared the data on Sakutsuki from her mind.

The pursuit mission was complete. All that remained was to return to Einzbern Castle and await the next time she would be used.

Yet, as if determined not to let her forget, even though the caster was already gone, the seven magical arrays Sakutsuki had laid down rose once more. Under Angelica's furious gaze, they channeled all the absorbed mana toward a single point.

That point was—Einzbern Castle, at the very heart of Fuyuki City!

"Sakutsuki—!!!" A shriek like a vengeful spirit tore through the morning ruins.

The young man's smug laughter seemed to linger in the air, only to be swept away by the wind and vanish.

Germany, the Alps, the little town of Lauterbrunnen.

White. A white hospital bed.

Gold. A golden morning sun.

The calls of cattle, the songs of birds among the mountains, seventy-two waterfalls humming softly, and the fragrant steam of coffee rising from a cup by the table.

This was the real-world inspiration for the elven city of Rivendell.

Every garden here was adorned with flowers.

Every house here could grace a postcard.

A young man, half his body wrapped in bandages, lay propped up on the hospital bed, gazing toward the window. A breeze lifted his white hair, and even his eyes caught a warm, gentle light.

What a serene and beautiful little town, wasn't it?

Too bad this town was now caught in an undercurrent of panic—a vicious murderer had apparently slipped in. In just three days, several lives had been claimed, and the victims' deaths were bizarre beyond belief. The only common thread was their sheer brutality.

It was as if the killer treated human bodies as canvases, freely splashing his imagination and creativity across them—a grim joke that no one could laugh at.

But this young man didn't care what the uninvited murderer's name was, nor did he worry whose death might come next.

Having just woken up this morning, he was still basking in the joy of being alive.

"Codex, open."

Fates Codex activated.

A blue, translucent panel materialized before the young man.

Heroic Spirit Status

Name: Sakutsuki (Repairing damage)

True Name: Hidden

Gender: Male

Height/Weight: 175cm / 65kg

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Parameters

Strength: E

Endurance: D

Agility: D

Mana: B+

Luck: B

Noble Phantasm: ?

Innate Skills

Eye of the Mind (True): B

Clairvoyance: C

Reinforcement Magecraft: C

Projection Magecraft: A+

Replacement Magic: B → Replacement Magic: Modified: A+

Noble Phantasm:

Unlimited Blade Works

Rank: E~A++

Type: ???

Anyone familiar with the setting could easily see the traces of Emiya in this status. But unlike the original Emiya's parameters, all of them except Mana and Luck had dropped by one rank. The innate skill Magecraft had also been further enhanced, split apart, and altered.

The young man lying in the hospital bed was none other than Sakutsuki—who, after clashing with Angelica, had crossed into another world with the help of the Fates Codex.

He drank in the view outside the window almost greedily. After a long, long while, he finally looked away and pulled a blank, cracked card from his pocket.

"I prepared as much as I could, but in that last moment, I really thought I was going to die... Thanks for that, old man Muramasa."

As if fulfilling its final duty, the card that had once carried the power of a certain Heroic Spirit crumbled piece by piece, dissolving into dust and vanishing.

The young man quietly watched the card dissolve into motes of light, then closed his eyes, as if once again immersed in the lingering echoes of that battle.

Damaging Angelica's left hand, draining her magical energy, concealing with a grand ritual mystery, and finally stalemating Ea with the divine creation of the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi—only to have his own body (the vessel) collapse from the magical surge. If the deadlock had persisted, this much weaker frame would likely have shattered first.

"Still not strong enough..." the young man murmured to himself. As his magical energy circulated, a pair of blades—one black, one white, like a Taiji Rotation—materialized in his hands.

As long as he held them, a natural sense of reassurance welled up in his heart. This was the confidence that the heroic spirit Emiya had rightfully amassed through countless battles.

Yet the foundation that built this "confidence"—the basic quality of this body—was already teetering on the brink of collapse.

"What do I have to do to regain my original power..." the young man muttered in mild frustration.

Just then, the hospital room door slid open, and a cheerful-looking man with orange hair, clad in leopard-print clothing, stepped inside.

What exactly is death?

As a human, Ryunosuke Uryu was fated never to fully comprehend death. Even if he could grasp its ultimate truth in his final moment, all the insights that surfaced in that instant would sink with the man named "Ryunosuke Uryu" into the endless Yellow Springs River.

Humans pride themselves on their "wisdom" and fear the "unknown." Thus, no matter how terrifying the object, as long as they accumulate "experience" and come to "understand" it, they can overcome fear and conquer it with reason.

But "death" alone... people cannot experience death in life, cannot truly know it. So humans can only observe the deaths of others to imagine the essence of death, trying to simulate the experience.

Even though experiencing death is so difficult, Ryunosuke Uryu could hardly suppress his curiosity. He truly wished to understand what "death" was—the striking red of arterial bleeding, the texture and warmth of the things inside the abdominal cavity, the pain the victims felt and the symphony of screams they composed from the moment their entrails were torn out until shortly before they expired...

For Ryunosuke, this was his lifelong pursuit, his lifelong pleasure.

When a person's curiosity swells to an uncontrollable degree, worldly morality and law can hardly restrain him.