It Is Said Heroic Spirit Summoning Is the Most Copied Trope in Fanfiction

After helping Rin Tohsaka carry luggage that clearly exceeded her physical limits into the car, Jizi had intended to help Rin into the seat herself. However, the tsundere loli seemed determined to demonstrate to Jizi that she could handle any situation independently. She refused Jizi's outstretched hand and instead struggled to climb onto the car seat, which was too high for her.

"Pfft..."

Despite her best efforts to hold back, Jizi couldn't help but let out a chuckle at Loli Rin's deliberate attempt at "elegance." To prevent her from becoming embarrassed and resorting to using her hands and feet in an "ungraceful" manner, Jizi scooped her up and handed her to Aoi Tohsaka. Naturally, this earned her an unappreciative "Hmph!"

Aoi Tohsaka lightly tapped her daughter on the head, then turned and bowed to Jizi, saying earnestly, "Rin has been under your care these past few days, Miss Assassin."

Jizi quickly bowed in return, offering a solemn bow. She was not good at dealing with people like Aoi, so she could only murmur, "Not at all, not at all."

"Ever since Sakura... well, Rin has always been suppressing her emotions, which worries me as her mother. But these past few days with you, she's finally been able to express herself. I'm truly grateful."

With Aoi saying as much, Jizi couldn't continue to be perfunctory. She replied earnestly, "Actually, I might be the one who received more care. I was very happy to be with your daughter."

"Hmph! Don't think I don't know... What is this?"

Rin Tohsaka's involuntary sharp comment was interrupted by Jizi handing her a piece of paper.

"It's my phone number. You can call if anything comes up!" This was also a safeguard against any future impulsive trips Rin might make to Fuyuki.

"Who would call you!"

"Well then, take care. Goodbye."

Watching the car drive away until it disappeared from view, Jizi knew that the real show was about to begin.

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In a clearing within a patch of mixed forest in a corner of Miyama Town, Fuyuki City.

After confirming that no one was watching, Waver Velvet began preparing the summoning ritual.

The three chickens that had been struggling and squawking all day, tormenting Waver's nerves, were first cheerfully sent to meet King Yama by him.

The magic circle pattern had to be drawn on the ground while the dripping blood was still hot. The sequence had been practiced countless times: four "dissipation arrays" inscribed in the center of the summoning array – no mistakes allowed.

"Manifest. Manifest. Manifest. Manifest. Manifest. Five times. Release the binding sequence."

Waver chanted the incantation while carefully sprinkling blood onto the ground.

In the underground workshop of the Tohsaka Residence, also located in Miyama Town, a similar ritual was being prepared.

"With silver and iron as the material, with stone and the god of justice as the foundation, in the name of our ancestor Schweinsteiger.

Let the wind rise and surround the walls, let the four gates be tightly closed, let the crown lead to the crossroads, and let it wander at the three-way intersection leading to the kingdom."

Tokiomi Tohsaka recited loudly, simultaneously laying out the magic circle. The magic circle was drawn not with sacrificial blood, but with dissolved gems. Tohsaka used all the gems he had accumulated and saved for this day without hesitation.

Observing from the side were the father and son duo, Risei and Kirei, as well as Jizi, who, at least for now, was part of the Tohsaka faction.

Kirei stared intently at the Holy Relic placed on the altar. This fragment, which looked no different from a piece of a mummy at first glance, was said to be the fossilized shed skin of the very first snake to shed its skin in this world, from the distant ancient era.

Kirei couldn't help but shiver at the thought of the Heroic Spirit that would be summoned using such an item.

He finally recognized Tohsaka's firm confidence. Now, he believed that no Servant could defeat the Heroic Spirit Tohsaka had chosen.

As for Jizi, she was naturally calculating in her mind how to cling to the coattails of Type-Moon's biggest spender.

Simultaneously, at the end of a distant continent, within Einzbern Castle, Kiritsugu Emiya was checking the completion of the magic circle in the center of the chapel.

"Is such a simple ritual enough?"

Irisviel watched from the side, seeming somewhat surprised by the simplicity of the preparations.

"You might be disappointed, but summoning a Servant doesn't require a grand ceremony."

Kiritsugu explained as he checked for any distortions or unevenness in the lines drawn with mercury.

"In reality, it's not the caster but the Holy Grail that draws the Heroic Spirit to the human world. As Masters, we only need to anchor the summoned Heroic Spirit to this world and supply the small amount of Mana required to maintain their materialized form."

Satisfied with the result, Kiritsugu nodded and stood up, placing the fated Holy Relic—the scabbard of the legendary holy sword—into the altar.

"With this, the preparations are complete."

"You remembered the summoning incantation, right?"

In response to Zouken Matou's confirmation, Kariya nodded in the darkness.

The surroundings were filled with the stench of decay and sourness, shrouded in a deep, ink-green darkness like the deep sea. The Matou Residence stood atop a hill in Miyama Town, and deep beneath it lay this insect-infested lair.

"Good. However, add two more verses to the middle of that incantation."

"Why?"

Kariya asked casually, and Zouken replied with his naturally sinister chuckle.

"Why? It's simple. Kariya, your skill as a magus is far inferior to that of the other Masters, which results in a deficiency in the Servant's base stats."

"In that case, we'll compensate by increasing the base value through the Servant's class."

This was determined by the arrangement of the summoning incantation.

Normally, when a Heroic Spirit is summoned, their class is inevitably determined by their inherent attributes. However, there are two exceptions where the summoner can decide beforehand.

One is Assassin. The Heroic Spirit corresponding to Assassin is fixed, being one of the group of assassins who carry the name Hassan-i Sabbah. [Jizi: Are you sure?]

As for the other class, it's because it allows for specific additional factors to be granted to all Heroic Spirits, thereby aligning them with this class—

"This time, we will add the attribute of 'Mad Enhancement' to the summoned Servant."

As if reveling in the destruction that was about to be brought about, Zouken Matou announced with a delighted expression, "Yanye, you will be the Master of 'Berserker.' Do a good job for me."

That day, on different lands, facing different individuals, the chanted incantations sounded almost simultaneously, an alignment far beyond mere coincidence.

Regardless of the magus, their ultimate wish was the same.

A miracle belonging to only one person was about to descend, and to obtain it, they would all fight to the death. To the heroes of distant time and space, the lamenting chants of several people now echoed across the land:

"I declare..."

Now was the time to test himself as a magus; failure would mean the loss of his life. While tense, Waver felt no fear.

The passion for power, the relentless pursuit of his goal—in terms of personality alone, Waver Velvet was undoubtedly an excellent magus.

"I declare—

My will is your command, my fate is your sword.

Clad in the Holy Grail, if you heed this call, if you obey this reason—"

The sensation of mana coursing through his entire body. For as long as he was a magus, he would likely never escape the chill and pain that came with the stirring of his Magic Circuits.

Biting back the discomfort, Waver continued to recite.

"—I hereby establish this covenant. I am the embodiment of all good in the world, I am the sum of all evil in the world—"

Kiritsugu's vision began to darken.

The Emiya family's ancestral magic crest, engraved on his back, began to chant independently to support Kiritsugu's magic. His heart, as if detached from his personal will and driven by some other mystical force, began to beat rapidly.

His body, ravaged by the mana gathered from the atmosphere, had now lost its human functions, becoming a component for realizing some mystery, a circuit connecting spirit and matter.

Ignoring the pain groaning under the pressure, Kiritsugu focused on the incantation. Irisviel, nervously forgetting to even swallow her saliva beside him, was not even in his consciousness.

In the summoning incantation, forbidden phrases were mixed in, prayers in two parts that would strip the summoned Heroic Spirit of its reason and degrade it to the Berserker class. Yanye inserted them at the appropriate points:

"—And your eyes shall be filled with chaos. You, who are imprisoned by madness. I am the one who controls the chains—"

Unlike ordinary magi, Yanye's Magic Circuits were parasitic organisms residing within his body. The burden of stimulating and activating these circuits was a searing pain far beyond what other mages endured. As he chanted, his limbs began to convulse, countless capillaries bursting and oozing blood.

His remaining right eye also shed tears of blood, flowing down his cheek.

Despite this, Yanye had to concentrate.

Thinking of what he carried on his back—he could not falter at this moment.

"—You who are the seven divine spirits bound by the three pronouncements, the just envoys from the wheel of cessation—!"

Seeing that the final prayers were being recited, Tokiomi urged the mana flowing within him to accelerate.

Tornadoes accompanied by lightning. The wind pressure made it difficult for Kirei and the others watching from the side to open their eyes, while the summoning array still shone brilliantly.

Finally, the magic circle connected to a place not of this world... amidst the continuously flowing light, a golden figure appeared. Father Risei was instantly captivated by its majesty, exclaiming involuntarily:

"...We won, Kirei. We've already won this war..."

Thus, the prayers reached their ears.

From the other world to this one, legendary phantoms descended amidst whirlwinds and light.

Those who were once human but transcended humanity, ascending to the realm of gods with powers beyond mortal reach. From this concentration of extraordinary individuals... the Heroic Spirits, seated on the throne of the world's restraint, carrying the dreams of all people, now descended together upon the earth.

And then—

In the night forest, within the darkness of the stone walls, a majestic voice sounded in each location:

"Pray tell, are you my Master?"