In the Nasuverse: Lion Leon Johnson

Type-Moon fanfiction

My name is Leon Johnson. I'm 3 meters tall this year and currently a squire.

After being hit by a truck, I woke up to find myself a baby, raised by a lion.

At age eight, I met a group of knights and was adopted by a human lord. I lived a human life, learning the local language and culture.

This world has dazzling magic, powerful knights, mysterious fairies, and I've heard there's a sword that, once pulled, makes you king...

Reflecting on my 16 years of experience, Leon finds it somewhat familiar.

My adoptive father named me "Leon Johnson." Before I even grew up, I was 3 meters tall. Lions, knights, military aristocracy, medieval society...

Fuck.

Is a golden giant going to descend from the sky in a spaceship next?

Knowing where he had ended up, he cried in his heart like a grot stepped on its toe.

Wait, what the hell is Artoria?

Where have you brought me? Is this still the Human Empire?