Type-Moon, Sakura Matou Rewrites Destiny

Type-Moon, Sakura Matou Rewrites Fate Author: Radiance of Nuclear Weapons

Synopsis:

When she fused with a Foreign Soul within the twisted insect nest.

Zouken Matou's good "granddaughter."

Tokiomi Tohsaka's good "daughter."

Rin Tohsaka and Shinji's good "little sister."

The Counter Force's most troublesome "partner."

The number one creator of "Singularities" and "Lostbelts."

Chaldea's greatest enemy...

Sakura Matou officially raised the banner of rebellion against destiny—the plot...

"Gudako, don't come any closer!"

"Sakura Matou, stop causing trouble!"

"How could my little sister, Rin Tohsaka's sister, possibly be a pervert?!"...

And so the stories of works like these began!

Let the Xinhai War begin...

The Birth of One Who Defied destiny!

The Basement of the Matou Family in Fuyuki City.

Countless writhing insects raised their savage mouthparts high, letting out eerie chirps that made the Basement resemble a demon's lair.

And standing before that demonic lair was a young girl who looked so terrified and helpless... while the old man behind her wore an incomparably sinister smile.

What a scene fit for some particularly heavy-taste... genre...

The next second, just as the old man let out a sinister cackle, like the wolf grandmother luring Little Red Riding Hood...

A small, flawless hand suddenly burst through the old man's chest, leaving him utterly dumbfounded.

His chest had been pierced through, and large amounts of blood, thick as glue, kept flowing from the wound. Yet the old man still sounded energetic as he voiced his terrified confusion.

"How is this possible... You... who are you?!"

The old man named Zouken Matou knew very well—far too well—that when he had examined the young girl behind him just one minute ago, he had been certain that the girl once called Tohsaka Sakura and now called Sakura Matou could not possibly possess such strength.

Who was it? What kind of existence could have switched out "this material" right beneath his nose?

At that thought, the old man who had lived for centuries, long since twisted beyond recognition and terrified of death, felt even his soul fall into fear at this sudden turn of events.

"Who am I? Of course I'm Sakura, the one you personally brought back from the Tohsaka Family... the Sakura Matou abandoned by Tokiomi Tohsaka, destined to live a life worse than death in the future—your Sakura Matou, Grandfather!"

"This..."

With a swish, Sakura Matou yanked her arm from Zouken Matou's body. Then her little foot, clad in a small leather shoe, kicked the curled-up Zouken Matou into the boiling insect nest beneath the stairs with a bang.

"You want to say this is impossible, right? Indeed, by common sense, this situation could never happen in any timeline... But aren't there still such things as miracles in this world, Grandfather?"

Sakura Matou stared at the insect nest below, where the swarm churned endlessly, and rambled on as if speaking to herself. A trace of pride wholly unsuited to her age had quietly appeared on her adorable face.

Zouken Matou, lurking within the sea of insects and desperately drawing on centuries of experience to judge the situation, naturally caught that trace of pride on Sakura Matou's face.

Seeing an expression no little girl Sakura Matou's age could possibly wear, Zouken Matou roared at her from within the insect swarm with absolute certainty.

"You are definitely not her..."

"No, I am Sakura Matou. I am her, she is me. Whether in the past or the future, I am Sakura Matou."

She was Sakura Matou. There was no doubt about that. Even though the Foreign Soul now controlling Sakura Matou's identity had, just one minute ago, still been a different person from the pleading Sakura Matou.

But now, without question, they had completely fused into one person.

"Alright, let's leave it at that for now, Grandfather. Please... take a nap for the time being."

Without giving Zouken Matou, a top-tier magus, any chance to react, Sakura Matou, glowing with an inexplicable blue light, took a step and leaped into the vast sea of insects below...

In only an instant, the blue light seemed contagious, rapidly spreading from Sakura Matou and enveloping every insect in the nest.

Looking at those insects, which seemed frozen and completely motionless.

Even though the blue light had prevented those insects from touching even a bit of Sakura Matou from beginning to end.

Sakura Matou still seemed to have a germaphobic streak. After freezing the insect nest, she fled back up the stairs like a little rabbit.

"Phew~ Outwitted by my own cleverness. Good thing Zouken Matou didn't see through my bluff... Otherwise, I might have become the shortest-lived transmigrator in history...

Right, I'm Sakura Matou now... What transmigrator nonsense... Hmph, I don't care for it.

System!"

Correction: I am not a system. Please address me properly, Master—Spirit of the Temple of Destiny!

"Tch, if I call you a system, then you're a system. Don't argue. I'm the master."

...How unreasonable... Fine. You are the master.

"That's more like it. By the way, System, how long can this Power of Destiny that freezes time keep Zouken Matou frozen?"

By the current Earth time of this world, it can freeze him for fifteen days.

"Tsk, using all the Destiny Points I gained from changing from an ordinary young man into a transmigrator only got me fifteen days?"

My apologies, Master. You had too little influence on your previous world, so the power of your altered destiny was negligible.

"What a shame... That part of me from before really was insignificant. Then... what about my Destiny Points now?"

You have created the possibility of altering the destiny of your current self, Sakura Matou, at its source. You currently have 2,000 Destiny Points remaining.

"2,000!... Looks like that former version of me really was trash. Becoming a transmigrator only gave me 50 Destiny Points..."

"Never mind. I'm not who I used to be anymore. I'm Sakura Matou now. System, open the exchange list for me. Fifteen days isn't enough. I need to prepare a detailed plan, so that fifteen days from now, Zouken Matou will at least act like an obedient dog in front of me..."

As she spoke, a Panel similar to an online game interface, created earlier at the Foreign Soul's request, appeared before Sakura Matou.

At first glance, the Temple of Destiny seemed to be the dwelling place of a deity who governed and maintained all kinds of destiny.

But in truth, this Temple of Destiny was nothing like its literal meaning.

This Temple, which possessed its own thoughts and regarded Sakura Matou as its master, was actually the collective consciousness born from countless beings across the myriad worlds who longed to break free from their miserable Destinies.

It contained not only the powers and items of those characters, but even their very true spirits...

As long as Sakura Matou rewrote all manner of tragic Destinies according to their wishes, freeing living characters one by one from the shackles of destiny, then the Power of Destiny born from rewriting destiny through the Temple of Destiny... would allow Sakura Matou, its master, to materialize everything within it through the power of destiny...

Using destiny to oppose destiny. Therefore, the Temple of Destiny in Sakura Matou's hands should actually be called the—Anti-Destiny Temple!

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The Matou Family's New Master.

Perhaps it was precisely because the Foreign Soul's bones were filled with the spirit of resistance against destiny.

That the Temple of Destiny chose him as its master.

Perhaps it was precisely because everything in the Type-Moon world had already been recorded by the Root, the Akashic Records, and everything had long been predetermined, that this world became the Foreign Soul's first stop.

Perhaps it was precisely because he came to this world that the Foreign Soul, upon hearing Sakura Matou's plea for help—knowing that almost every path led to tragedy in the end—ultimately became one with her.

In short, it was a chain of coincidences that made Fuyuki City the starting point of this storm to rewrite destiny.

Morning in Fuyuki City was like that of most Japanese cities. Even at the city's edge, the wage slaves, those little cogs of modern society, had already made the streets noisy early in the day.

Yet the bustle outside had nothing to do with the situation inside the Matou Family home.

With the help of Orochimaru, whom Sakura Matou had summoned at the cost of a full thousand Destiny Points, the Matou Family had completely fallen into the hands of the five-year-old girl after just one night.

"Uncle Tsuruno."

"Y-Yes... I'm here. Sakura, please give whatever orders you wish."

Looking at Sakura, who had brought back a man named Orochimaru last night and had him use several poisonous snakes to bind him and drag him home from his lover's side at the Fuyuki City Grand Hotel.

Tsuruno Matou no longer dared show even the slightest disrespect before his adopted daughter.

Born into a magus family, Tsuruno knew very well what kind of monsters Magi were.

So while Sakura looked only five years old, Tsuruno, who understood perfectly that ordinary people like him and Magi belonged to different worlds, had already regarded her inwardly as a monster on the same level as Zouken Matou!

No! Tsuruno feared Sakura even more. Zouken Matou was still his father, after all, and they shared some blood ties. But Sakura had nothing with him. As for being her adoptive father... Tsuruno had already taken the initiative to forget that identity.

"Uncle Tsuruno, there's no need to be so polite. We're family, aren't we?"

"Y-Yes, family, family... But Sakura, even family has ranks, doesn't it? I'm sure that old man passed the position of family head to you before he died. This is simply the basic etiquette due to the family head. No matter what, it must be observed properly. Otherwise, if the Tohsaka Family elders visit and see me being so disrespectful... that would be truly disrespectful."

Faced with Tsuruno's fawning expression and deferential attitude, as well as the excuse he had even prepared for himself, Sakura could not help but sigh. There really was a reason Tsuruno Matou had managed to survive under Zouken Matou until dying of old age.

What a talent!

"Never mind. If acting like this makes you feel at ease, then do as you wish. But... remember one thing. My name is Sakura Matou now, not Tohsaka Sakura. The Tohsaka Family are merely old acquaintances... and opponents!"

Carefully studying Sakura's expression, Tsuruno used his years of skill at reading people to confirm that she meant every word sincerely. His smile immediately became even brighter.

If the fawning look on Tsuruno's face before had still seemed somewhat forced.

Then now, his expression was simply natural and harmonious.

Sakura Matou! Didn't that mean Sakura had completely acknowledged herself as part of the Matou Family? Even if his status declined later, even if he could no longer live in luxury as he did now, at least he would not end up starving on the streets or becoming experimental material after the Tohsaka Family swallowed up the Matou Family...

"I understand. S-Sakura, I know what I should do from now on."

"Good. Oh, and here's a list. Uncle Tsuruno, please gather the supplies listed on it as quickly as possible."

Taking the list Sakura handed him, Tsuruno glanced over it. Even though he feared Sakura just as much as he feared Zouken Matou, he could not help frowning at the densely packed requests for construction materials and various Experimental Equipment.

"What is it, Uncle Tsuruno? Is there a problem?"

There was no real difficulty. Although the items on the list were expensive altogether, the Matou Family, which rented out Spiritual Land in many places, could afford them.

It was simply that mobilizing such an enormous sum all at once to purchase the listed items was beyond Tsuruno's authority.

To produce funds on this scale at once, he would have to use the family head's token... and Zouken Matou himself would even need to act for much of it.

"Um, Sakura... I... I don't have the authority to mobilize such a large amount of money all at once... Why don't you see whether that old man left behind the Matou Family's token?"

"Is that so? I didn't think it through. How about this, Uncle Tsuruno? First use whatever funds you can access to purchase as many of the supplies on the list as possible. As for the rest... I'll ask Grandfather to mobilize the funds after he wakes up."

"Alright, no problem... Wait, Sakura, did you just say... that old man isn't dead?"

Tilting her head adorably, Sakura gave him a faintly smiling, seemingly cute head tilt.

But whether Sakura's head tilt was cute or not in Tsuruno's eyes was truly a matter of personal opinion.

In the end, Tsuruno never managed to learn from Sakura whether Zouken Matou was still alive.

Yet Tsuruno already knew the answer quite well. Thinking of living in a home that would contain more than two monsters in the future, Tsuruno's trembling mind could only feel that his future looked bleak.

Watching Tsuruno leave shakily with the list in hand.

Sakura made several turns through the empty Matou Residence before quickly arriving at the Basement where she had awakened—or perhaps been granted new life—the previous night.

Compared to last night.

The insect nest that had resembled a demon's lair was nowhere to be seen in the Basement now.