The Holy Grail War, the fierce battle between mages and their Servant to achieve the supremacy that allow them to fulfill their most desired wishes at the cost of their enemies' lives.

July 1, 2025
Prefecture of Yamanashi, Lake Motosu.
2:43 in the morning.

The impacts of weapons came and went, the battle was fierce on two different flanks, where the duo formed by a giant man with blond hair, eyes of a curious black color with blue iris that shine brightly and dressed in a curious suit of bright blue and red colors, behind him a woman with the same hair color, and in her hands seemed to hold something despite not being visible anything in them, wore a breastplate of steel armor and gloves, a blue dress under it. Both had wounds all over their bodies, especially the man, who had an apparently lethal blow on the lower left side of his body.

—How are you feeling, Master? —The woman asked as she secured her grip of the invisible object between her hands. She felt her body slightly heavier meaning that the one who answered the Master's degree, was losing Manna alarmingly.

—I've been better, Saber-Shoujo—It had been a brutal battle, but it still was not over and the golden figure descending from the heavens confirmed this. A soft round of applauses could be heard, long and hollow applauses.

—Bravo, Toshinori Yagi! Bravo! —He heard that voice held by the respirator, it was not difficult to recognize it—How many humans can withstand a direct attack from the King of Heroes? Bravo! —He listened to the false praises of his worst enemy, while a huge floating object of golden color descended to the ground, revealing a throne of the same color where a man with blond hair and intense red eyes saw his enemies, his side an imposing figure whose face was covered by a helmet with a respirator was visible as well.

—I consider more an insult than a feat to have survived my attack, that mongrel deserves death for not accepting the grace of die at my will—Spoke the one that was sitting on the throne, his right hand covered his mouth lightly while his gilt Armor gleamed before getting up from his seat.

—King of the Heroes, I ask you in the kindest way to end this war at once—The man asked at his side while making a slight bow.

—Silence—Ordered the one that was proclaimed so many times as King of the heroes while he took several steps to the edge of his transport —Woman! —Called up while pointing to the female fighter— I have defeated you, I have conquered this country without striving in the least and all those who were on your side have been exterminated! —An arrogant smile formed on his lips before moving his hand so that the palm was up—Surrender to me, join my collection of treasures and be my queen. Then, I will forgive your life and your mongrel of a Master as well—The woman's eyes widened at the proposal.

She watched the blond man out of the corner of his eye, the servant could feel as more and more manna escaped from him and he would not have enough to keep his strong form very soon, clenched her teeth and took two steps forward, surprising her summoner.

—Saber-Shoujo. . —He murmured before the woman's armor vanished leaving only her blue dress visible but far from going to the red-eyed man she only raised her invisible weapon in front of her.

—I'm sorry, Mas. . . No, I'm sorry Toshinori—Turned her face to see him with a soft smile on her usually stoic face—We couldn't keep our promises—The man looked at his right hand seeing the only symbol that was drawn on it blinked softly. . . But far from letting himself be overwhelmed, only forged a huge smile on his lips and walked beside her, his body began to lose muscle until it was completely skeleton like, yet he took the woman's hands and secured the grip of the weapon.

—I told you the day I invoked you, we will fulfill that promise and we will win this war for the sake of your wish— Even though the opposite appearance became so emaciated, the smile that uttered inspired confidence in the woman who only sighed heavily, letting the magic cover of his weapon vanished. . . Revealing a golden sword worthy of a legend.

—Then, let's face our enemies. . . Until the last of our breaths—She looked up again, this response provoked a clear anger in the opposite.

—You dare to reject me, preferring death. . .— Strangely his face forged a smile but did not erase the frown, he was truly furious but at the same time ecstatic due of the rebelliousness of the woman — A lion that refuses to be tamed, you are wonderful, incredible without a doubt! — He raised his hand while the same sky was paralyzed—Since you have decided to reveal your true nature, I will do the same! —A strange sword appeared on his hand, a cylindrical reddish design and a golden cover with a long handle, just to see it the woman opened her eyes.

— That weapon. . . It's not like the other Noble Phantasms—She swallowed hard, her eyes could see it: The ranges of that weird word were above the scales.

—Exactly! This is Ea, the greatest of my treasures! —One single beat the weapon destroyed tens of hectares showing the monstrous power it possessed—Only the worthiest have seen this sword, only those who deserve to see its power have fallen before it! —He held it up in front of him, the edge pointing to the heavens—And it's already here. . . Ready to receive you—Above them, on the summit of Mount Fuji, a huge dark-colored figure was formed, whose center expelled a slimy black slime.

—The Holy Grail . . . —The Master of the golden warrior murmured, despite the cover on his mouth, you could hear his emotion—At last its here, ready to be taken. . . Only you are missing. The final sacrifice! —He pointed to his two rivals as he bowed his head once more—King of Heroes, kill your enemies and claim victory in this war—His victory was near and absolute power as well.

—Don't tell me what to do, mongrel—The blond man in golden armor spoke harshly before focusing his weapon on his rivals, his smile returned—It's over. . .—

—I refuse to fall before you if it is not fighting, King of Heroes—Golden Energy began to surround them, it was time to release all the power of her own Noble Phantasm—Master, give me your power to defeat our enemies —She begged while the man at her side just nodded.

—By the power of my command seals—The tattoo on the man's hand began to glow brightly—I, Toshinori Yagi, ordered you to defeat your enemy using your Noble Phantasm! —The woman opened her eyes while reddish energy he covered his rival and the biggest forces were about to collide.

— Yes, my Master! —She grabbed the grip and raised the sword above her head—It's the final clash, King of Heroes! I put my name on the line. Arturia Pendragon; King of England! And I will not let you win in this battle! —A laugh of joy escaped in the golden warrior.

— Face me with your maximum power, let me crush your hopes and remember that if you are not mine now, in the eternity of my memories you will be! Blessed are you, woman, who will live forever in the memories of the King of Heroes: Gilgamesh! —Equally ready to attack, the strength of his weapon was not measurable on human scales.

—The breath of the planet gathers. The torrent of life shines! —She opened her eyes, securing her position on the ground—Take this! —As she lowered the weapon, her Master did the same, permeating every drop of magical power he had in his veins on that attack.

—I shall offer this one strike as the ceremony of separation! I speak of the beginning. Heaven and earth are divided and nothingness celebrates Creation. My Sword of Rupture rends the world apart—The power gathered in his weapon was immeasurable, he raised it all the way up while a reddish tornado formed in it— The vortex that turns the stars, this heavenly hell signifies the end of the eve of genesis. Subside with death! —The moment of the shock arrived.

Both Saber and Toshinori, as well as Gilgamesh, lowered their weapons at the same time exclaiming the names of their weapons and powerful attacks.

— Excalibur! —

— Ea! Enuma Elish! —

And the impact. . . Broke the heavens.

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It is said that all men are born equal, that we are all created to have the same opportunities. . . Except when you are born in a family of mages. There were all kinds in a country like Japan, old families of noble birth such as the big houses; Todoroki, Yaoyorozu or Iida, as well as new ones that sought to emerge from the crowd and earn a place in the world.

The war was about to begin, a new Holy Grail began to form in Japan, which meant that the call for the Masters who would fight in that cruel confrontation was given in the form of a bright red star in the sky. The time of invocation had come, a week in which the gap between the human world and the heroes one will be reduced and those with the potential would be able to call those who would serve them for the fierce battle. . . And that's how our story begins.

Prefecture of Shizuoka.
Friday, July 23, 2037
11:58 PM.

He walked around the circle one last time, everything was in order, each element, each symbol, each stroke was perfect. . . Nothing could fail: Nothing should fail.

He was born into a family of forgotten magicians, one of those whose blood weakens over the centuries and after many attempts to raise again, ended up wasting what was left by the mixtures with normal people, there was nothing left of the lineage of the family Bakugo; until he was born.

Perfect. That was the word his mother used to describe him, a child born of love between two people who unknowingly gave him the Jackpot of fate, because their son inherited not only mixed abilities, giving him an amazing explosion magic, but also, he had an amount of mana that bordered the ridiculous, making him an ideal candidate to perform a high-level invocation.

—It's time. . .—Clenched his fists watching the clock ticking twelve, officially was July 24, so the start of the war was at that moment. He raised his hand, palm open on the circle that was illuminated by the magic that flowed from the blond ash haired boy—Heroes from beyond time, listen to my call and appear before me when I called thy name. May your sword be my weapon and my spirit be your energy! Appear before me, as I summon you to win in this war! —He leaned his body hitting the circle with his palm before an intense reddish glow illuminated the basement where he performed the ritual, the sound of spinning steel was heard before an omnipotent figure appeared in front of him.

A tall man, too much in fact, with greenish hair, opened his eyes before supporting the huge spear he carried in his arms against the ground, sighing heavily. It was a long time since they called him to battle, it was good to be in the mortal world again.

—Who are you, boy? —Asked the newly summoned spirit as he focused his eyes on the blond ash that only put an arrogant smile on his lips, holding up his hand to show the symbols on the back that identified every master in the war.

—I'm Katsuki Bakugo, and I am your Master—He spoke without any hesitation, the opposite put a smile on his lips alike, he saw fire in those eyes, a desire to be boasted above the Gods and get beyond these . . . Eyes like his own—Tell me your name and your wish, because we are going to crush this thing and win it—His words made the spirit laugh out of joy.

— I am son of the hero Peleus and of the Goddess Thetis. Winner of the greatest battle of all time, hero of Greece and the one who defeated Hector; I am Achilles of Ftia and your Rider—He usually did not cooperate quickly with those who dared (and could) summon him, but it was a fact that there was something special with that boy or he could not have called such a spirit for combat. Bakugo on the other hand, only widened his smile from before, had wanted to invoke a Servant of the Saber class, known to be the most powerful of all, but no doubt what he ended up calling was ten times better, because only by the myth that surrounded him, Achilles surpassed almost any other Servant that could be put before him—And my wish is. . . Live like a hero and die like a hero; I have no specific wishes for the Holy Grail, so as long as you don't have any wish that attempt against humanity or my principles, I will fight on your side, Master but there are things I refuse to do—He spoke with the cadence of a King without doubt.

—Speak then, what do you refuse to do? —The young blond asked, wrinkling his nose slightly, not wanting to believe that the battle for the Grail was going to complicate him with his moral matters.

—Following my own hero code—He raised his hand with a clenched fist before showing his raised index finger—First; I will not fight with women unless it is strictly necessary, I don't like to hurt them—He clarified, snorting of the Bakugo could be heard, but nodded—Second; I will never hurt a child—He was not surprised by this, so he nodded again—And I'm against unfair battles, so don't expect me to attack from the back or innocents. You can use your command seals at will, but if I once challenged the great Agamemnon, I will also turn against you—This was a direct threat, Bakugo did not enjoy being threatened by who was supposed to be there to serve him. . . But he ended up forging a smile.

—That is all. . ? — He shrugged his shoulders before raising a hand—Consider it done then, Rider. We'll leave tomorrow morning to the city of Musutafu: Start the war for the fucking Grail—

Meanwhile, twenty—five kilometers away.
Todoroki Mansion

The moment had come, the reason why he had been "created" was before him in the form of the invocation circle that would allow him to become a Master and take the path that none of his brothers had been able to achieve, it wasn't something he wanted; he didn't want to be his father's tool for it, but it was a fact that this was his chance to get rid of the fatherly yoke and become what he wanted to be.

—Heroes of the past, present and future. Listen to the call of this one which is your conduit—The circle began to light up, the old stone plate that he used as catalyst lit up in the same color while in his hand his command spells were forged—Break the veil of death, surpass the time and attend my call to fight this Holy War. Invocation! —And the fire surrounded the room, burning multiple pieces of furniture around it before a beam of light hit the ceiling, crossing it, straight into the circle where a figure began to form: It had been a success.

Between the ray of light, a figure emerged, in shadow it looked high and omnipotent, but at the end of the ray of light it revealed a ... Young girl? A girl who looked no older than 17 years, her brown hair, long and slightly wavy on the edges, brown eyes that seemed more bored than anything else and a thin, small body with a flat bust being covered by an old toga.

—. . . What do you want, Mage? —Asked calmly, her tone was juvenile, allowing her youthful appearance to be reinforced. The one in front of her only felt a drop of sweat running down his cheek. Was that the invocation he brought to war?

—My name is Todoroki Shouto, and I am—

—I did not ask who you are, Todoroki Shouto, son of Todoroki Eiji—She cut him short while sighed, using both hands to fluff her hair a little —I asked you: What do you want from this war? . . —He didn't understand how she knew his father's name. Shouto narrowed his eyes slightly before nodding.

—I don't have wish for the Grail. . . Other than have it destroyed, forever—This made the young woman raise one eyebrow slightly, before grinning.

—Do you want to destroy the Holy Grail? The divine object that fulfills wishes? —The minor just nodded slightly—Interesting. . .And do tell, why do you want to do that? —Now he was catching her curiosity.

— That thing. . .Caused my mother an irreparable damage. It has served only to bring misfortune to all those who crave it, greed corrupts them and makes them monsters—He looked down for a few seconds, despite his lack of facial expressions the woman seemed to read him like a book because she felt the rage that ate him inside.

—Very well, then I'm on your side "Master"—She called almost vehemently while smiling to herself—With me supporting you, no one can stop you. Neither do I have any desire for the Grail, I really don't like to be summoned by worldly desires. But you? —She nodded with confidence—You have pleased me, so I am in your favor—The young man closed his eyes, least he has the Servant on his side.

—Your name is . . . ? —An elementary question because he did not know what, or whom, he had invoked.

— Oh, right. The mundane details. . . —She placed a hand on her chest in a dramatic way and then got surrounded by a curious arch of floating gold that fell on her shoulders, the energy that she show off was simply overwhelming—I am the Avatar of the great goddess; I am Ishtar, the deity of Mesopotamia, lady of War, Fertility, Love, Sex, beauty, political power and above all—She stared into his eyes—Justice—He waited a few seconds and the young man of the Scar lowered her head slightly.

—I appreciate your help, Ishtar—Without a respectful honorific not sounding vulgar. . . She already liked the brat.

—Prepare my room then, I'm not easily be pleased and having bedchambers unworthy of me will be punished with curses for eternity—Another drop ran down his cheek; maybe it would not be that good have a Goddess on his side ...

Prefecture of Saitama.
Tuesday, July 23, 2037
11:58 PM.

She cursed her blood.
She cursed her life.
She cursed everything that could be cursed.

Since she was a child she knew the curse that was on her; She was a mage with exceptional abilities for spells, but with a body unable to store large quantities of Mana. In summary? She was the best Lamborghini driver, but she had to settle with a bicycle.

Fate was fucked up, too fucked up, and her last name had sunk over the years and it was not until her father, a man who had only a basic contact with the world of magic, convinced her mother of educating her to be a mage, letting her talent explode and then burst into her face.

—Ready? —The young girl asked as she took a breath, the circle was ready, she knew the spell very well, in the center was an ancient necklace, a relic of an ancient civilization that would undoubtedly be the ideal catalyst for the invocation of a Servant that would give her a victory in that war and fulfill her wish.

— As ready as a human battery can be — And next to her was her biggest problem, well, it was really the solution of one problem and the birth of another.

Kyoka Jiro and Denki Kaminari.

She was the talented magician who had no energy to make an invocation of her own.
He was the one born with a copious amount of Mana, an absurd amount in reality, but had zero control of that power, becoming useless for magic that was not basic or that he didn't want to end up in an explosion.

And it was based on that. . . Friendship? Enmity? That getting along but insulting each other? That a deal between them arose: He would be the source of energy for her Servant and she would in return give him part of the wish they would get from the Grail, it was foolproof.

—I've never done this, so be prepared for everything —Sigh with heaviness, she didn't wanted to do the next part but had no choice because both knew well the rules for the mana exchange and as she didn't accept to drink blood of the blond for it, they only had one option—Hurry up and do not dare to touch more than you must—Warned as she tried not to look more than necessary, it was enough to have to use that ridiculously tiny top in front of him in addition of having him putting his hands on her.

—You talk as if I wanted this—Complained equally while removing the shirt being naked from the torso, unfortunately for both, the only way to transfer mana effectively was by prolonged physical contact, the larger the contact surface the better It was for the transfer. He sighed heavily and slowly wrapped her hips with both hands, sticking his bare chest to the girl's back—Re ... Ready—Muttered not sure of his own tone, yet he could feel the connection between them as he shared the magic that flowed from him to her.

—Concentrate Kaminari—Warned him as she took a breath trying not to think about who she had behind, not to mention that his palms ended in her belly, making her blush even more— "Breathe, you know the spell: Everything will okay"—And after that she exhaled heavily—Make sure you repeat everything with me, understood? —She only felt the boy head nodding to her side—Well, here goes nothing ... —And then they began, both raised their hands together, one next to the other.

— Heroic spirits, those whose legends transcend time and space: Listen to my call for this war that rises on us, be my weapon, the weapon that will grant me victory in this battle. Hear my cry and listen to my words as I will be the justice and the channel for it — Everything went well, everything went great; Kyoka could see the command spells appearing in her hand. . . And also in Denki's?

—Shit! —And then everything exploded, an overload from the blonde ended up throwing them back while the skies of the entire city lit up for a moment, just a moment. . . In which seemed like the sunniest of days. The girl's hands came out of the rubble, luckily for her she landed on the blond boy, saving most of the blow—You're useless. . . —Complained as she looked up to see what had happened, but then her eyes widened as an imposing figure emerged from the circle.

—Who are you, the one who have invoked me? —He was a brown skinned man of almost six feet, his eyes were golden as the sun and his hair black as night, on his shoulders he wore a white cloak that left his chest bare, only a golden belt covered part of his chest. The curious thing was the gold ornaments on his pants and bracelets, showing that he was clearly Egyptian, in one hand he raised his staff and pointed to the girl—Answer, summoner! —The girl gave a start—Your Pharaoh speaks to you, I'm the son of Ra and his incarnation on earth, I bring joy to the world with my presence because I have returned once again to it—His tone was thunderous, the presence that emitted show the power he had—I am the great Ozymandias, Ramses II, the King of Kings and God-King—It was difficult to define his tone, it was clear that the arrogance that could be interpreted wasn't just some mindless talking, he truly belive his own words as he proclaimed himself as a God and the King of Kings.

—Move away, you're heavy! —But pulling Jiro out of her stupor, the young blonde who served as a mattress removed her from him, took a breath after having been somewhat suffocated and was surprised to see the Pharaoh in front of him that only saw him with total disinterest — Is that your Servant? It didn't turn out badly! —Then the spirit walked towards them, its presence showed the bearing of a King.

—I will repeat my question and I will not do it for the third time; Who are you, who have invoked me? —Asked sternly, pointing his scepter at them, so Kyoka decided to speak quickly.

—I am—

—I did not talk to you, woman—He cut instantly hitting her on the head with his scepter before pointing to the blond at his side—Answer me, the one who has invoked me—Denki blinked in confusion, raised his hand to see the seals on his back and he began to pale.

—Didn't you say that you would invoke this thing and that I would only be your source of energy?! — He complained instantly, earning a double picket of eyes on the part of the girl.

—Is it my fault that you did a spell correctly for once in your damn life?! — They were going to continue with their ridiculous fight, but the heavy aura in front of them shut them immediately—Damn it. . . Kaminari, you're his Master, introduce yourself and dont ruin it—Muttered under her breath, what she did not understand was that, if the stupid blond was Ramses Master. Why did she have command spells as well?

—Ugh, damn. . . —Swallowed before getting up, the fact that he was still shirtless did not help much to be formal before an incarnate deity—I am ... —Cleared his throat a little—I'm Kaminari Denki, I am a Mage (In training), eh—Didn't knew what else to tell him, not that he came from a family with a noble legacy or something similar. The golden eyed of Pharaoh studied the minor for several seconds. . . Before hitting him with his cane over his head.

—You are unworthy of being my summoner —Clarified before hearing any complaint about the blow—My return to the world prophesies a bliss for all that exists, a bright future for a corrupt world and I will not accept orders from those who do not deserve to serve me—Kyoka swallowed quickly, that spirit was too powerful to be controlled and had an extremely high will, for the human eyes would not be visible, but she could see the statistics of this and did not like what she saw at all, they were tremendous.

—Kaminari. . . —She called the boy under her breath—Use your command seals, order him to get as far away as possible and then we will break the contract so you can be free—Muttered, trying not to alert the Egyptian, he of course heard it all but ignored her words.

—But. . . What about your wish. . . ? — The girl blinked confused, how could he think about that when his life was at risk?

—This Servant is going to kill you. . . — Mumbled before taking his hand, squeezing it with reproach.

—Maybe we just need to talk to him, he doesn't seem like an unreasonable guy—Ozymandias raised an eyebrow. Did they forget he was still there?

—I will not risk your life because of my wish more than what you have done already—At his words, the boy put on a somewhat ironic smile.

—You say that a little late, don't you think. . . ? —He squeezed the girl's hand before looking at his Servant who was still waiting—Listen to me. . . I know this doesn't seem like the ideal thing for you, but is there a way we can make a deal to cooperate in this? —The opposing face remained stoic.

—There is nothing that you mortals can offer me, the King of Kings. Although this romance of yours has touched me and brought me the memories of my beloved wife, this alone is enough to generate in me pity not to kill you—The comment made both blush, noting that they were still holding hands and forcing a quick separation—I will allow you to break the contract, but your insolence will be paid anyway—He raised his staff, ready to unleash his power and exert an exemplary punishment for the two sacrilegious who disturbed him without reason.

—Behind me, Kaminari! —The girl stepped in immediately, she had the knowledge to generate a barrier that could protect them and even knowing that this would not be strong enough to stop the Servant in front of her, she interceded without thinking.

—Stop! —But before the cane came down a soft voice stopped him, Kyoka felt the magic bond between the person in question and her; it was her Servant. She managed to summon a Servant!

She was a woman, somewhat small, in fact she was about the same height as Kyoka, had long brown hair with dark brown eyes, her skin was brown alike and the long white dress with gold and blue details betrayed her Egyptian origin equally. While at first the mage felt proud of herself for achieving a successful invocation, this collapsed when she noticed that each and every one of the statistics of her invocation were of the lowest level, practically being less skillful to battle than a novice magician

—God, we're dead. . . —She muttered to herself as the little dark-skinned woman walked to the front of Pharaoh, her face remained serene while that of the man was inflexible.

—I humbly beg to lower your weapon and placate your anger, my Pharaoh—She begged lowering her head gently, this surprised them. Does she know him? Strangely he did lower his weapon and not only that, but to the greater surprise of the mage duo, he knelt in front of the newly appeared servant.

—The existence that I have loved the most, supreme creation even above me, my Goddess, my incarnation of Hathor, Goddess of love and the heavens. . .—The jaws of the two youngsters went to the floor. What was all that? —My beloved Nefertari. . . Centuries separated us and now the centuries reunite us again. . . —

And then everything fell into place: She had invoked, without wanting to do so, the only and true wife of the great Pharaoh, the one for whom he renounced all his women because she was the only one who he really loved. . .Lucky her!

Prefecture of Musutafu.
Sunday, July 25, 2037
8:33 PM.

How many years had it been since the tragedy? 12? Yes, he remembered: His young 4-year-old being crawling through the mud of the destroyed city, he remembered well the corpses around him and the drowned crying of his mother when that man dragged him out of danger and handed him to her with a huge smile on his face. How could he forget him? He owed that person his life. . .

—It's late . . . —He had to go that Sunday to clean the Academy's dojo, a task that was supposed to share with another person who didn't show up and had to do it all by himself. The tragedy? It took double the expected time and it was already dark. He sighed, heading for the main entrance, he must return home quickly in order to have time to practice a little before going to sleep.

And it was from that day that Izuku Midoriya discovered the latent magic that lay within him, a small power that little by little was growing inside him, but without proper training or anyone to teach him how to channel it, he only ended up hurting himself and special his bones at every try. He sighed feeling foolish for not demanding the presence of his partner for the chores, but he had no choice. . .

—What was that? —Suddenly a loud sound broke the silence of the night, it sounded like metal crashing so he quickly moved in that direction to see what was happening. He went to the back of the main building, it was curious how big the academy was, but it didn't matter much when it was considered one of the best in the country, and that he was there with a scholarship thanks to his excellent grades and part time jobs such as cleaning areas and other stuff.

His eyes widened as he saw lights emerging from the trees that surrounded one of the abandoned physical training buildings, those that were left unused years ago by unexplained accidents where old teachers were rumored to practice witchcraft or sell drugs, nothing was ever confirmed. He ran in that direction, something was causing him a very bad feeling.

And he was not wrong, when he came to see what caused him a tremendous surprise: In the midst of the trees, in a clearing where the moon was fully illuminating, he could see a white-hooded man holding a fierce sword battle against a man of curious appearance because he was tall, with spiky white hair and held a huge golden spear with a design he had never seen in his life, the clash of his weapons sparking at the ferocity of the impacts.

—You fight remarkably well with a sword, to be a sorcerer—Praised the one holding the spear as he strengthened his thrust against the other's weapon, the hooded man put a smile on his lips.

—I appreciate your compliments, it's hard to do enchantments so fast without biting my tongue, maybe you should give me a few seconds to channel a good spell you'll see what I'm capable of—His teasing tone made it hard to believe the situation he was in, the expressionless face of the other fighter showed no gesture of amusement at his joke.

—. . . No. Agni—Then he threw a ball of fire that materialized from the huge circle that adorned the central part of his spear.

—Caster! —The young man recognized that voice immediately, turned his eyes to meet the owner: A young girl with brown hair, classmate of him since they began the course and despite having a month of classes together, he hasn't cross a single word with her due shame.

— "Uraraka-san?! What is she doing here?! Does she know these guys?!" —He understood instantly that those who fought must had been mages, obviously, but not why the young Ochako needed to be there or why she called one of them "Caster"

—We have a spectator. Uh. . .? — A voice behind Midoriya's back chilled his bones, he turned his head almost mechanically, barely finished turning when he saw a man of great height who, curiously, had a hand into his face and scratched his neck lightly—Alter. . . —And just when he said this Izuku felt a quick stab through his belly, spitting blood instantly, noticing how in front of him was materializing what appeared to be a spear, but as it took full form was revealed as a still wrapped banner, a black cloth in it and being held by a blond woman with a black armor and empty eyes.

—As you order, Master—She muttered in a mechanical voice before taking out her weapon, the boy fell to his knees instantly holding the wound and feeling life itself escape out of him before due the wound inflicted to him, his forehead smack the ground without understanding how he ended up in that situation.

—Take care of the Caster. . . And bring me the girl alive, we'll remove the Command seals from her soul—He scratched his neck again, the girl was surprised to see the young man wounded.

—Is that ... Midoriya-kun? —She could not understand what he was doing there, clenched her teeth watching where her Servant received a direct attack to the face and felt helpless because he had two enemies of tremendous level, a wounded companion and she was completely alone.

—Are we late? —The guy of the hand in the face opened his eyes when a pistol cannon aim to his forehead, in a blink a woman with reddish hair, tanned skin and a huge bust appeared in front of him—Don't move sea rat, or your Master will lose his brains—Warned sternly in reference to the blond woman who only squinted but didn't move for the welfare of her invoker.

—You're late, Rider! —The hooded man's voice was heard, the smoke cleared after the direct attack, revealing a blue aura covering his head and, therefore, ridding him of the damage. His face was now bare, revealing a tousled albino hair.

—It's the fault of my inept Master! —She complained as the aforementioned appeared, carrying the wounded Midoriya in the matter of a second right next to the young mage girl who until a few seconds ago was considered finished.

—Uraraka-san, I've arrived! —Even in his convalescent state Izuku could recognize that voice, it was Iida Tenya, the class president, but the question was, what the hell was he doing there in the middle of a mage fight?!

—Caster, retreat!—The girl yelled, causing the albino to raise his hand quickly.

—We'll see you later, Lancer! —He lowered his hand, giving a quick enchantment in a forgotten tongue, thus causing a dense fog that served as an escape route for the youngsters and their Servants, the one with the spear tried to attack, but he was blinded and it wasn't until the woman with the banner waved her weapon that it dissipated, revealing that they were completely alone.

— Well done, Tomura. . . —The aforementioned only snarled as he saw how from the trees a young man with a face full of horrid scars sewn to his skin walked in his direction —I gave the full control of my Lancer and you could not eliminate a girl with a Caster—It was hard to know if he scolded or mocked him, probably the later.

—Don't tlak about what does not concern you, Dabi. . . —He closed his eyes with considerable annoyance, then channeled his energy to evoke a telepathic contact with another of his companions— "Toga, you and Assassin locate those three and kill them, I'll send Alter and Lancer alike" —He heard giggles in response as he ordered with a wave of his hand to look for those who had escaped.

Meanwhile, behind the abandoned building.

—Are you all right, Midoriya-kun? —The mentioned could barely contain the bleeding that threatened to leave him disemboweled, but even with this he nodded slightly.

—Iida-kun. . . Uraraka-san. . .— He called them under his breath, it hurt to breathe but luckily the blade did not give in any vital point or surely he wouldn't be there telling the story—You. . . You're mages? —Asked softly, leaving both surprised.

— How do you know what we are? — Asked the girl who, despite everything, never separated from his side helping him to stand.

— He is also a mage. Isn't it obvious? — The voice of the "Caster" was heard while he materialized in front of them— Although his magical potential is remarkable, his capacities are low, probably due to the lack of proper training—His lips folded into a huge smile.

—He ...Who is ...? —Asked surprised, because he never saw anyone appear and disappear that way.

—He's Caster, my Servant—Ochako explained as she put a guilty smile on her lips—I summoned him to fight in the war for the Holy Grail. . . The boy blinked confused.

—Since you're a mage I think its okay we explain you the basics, part of your magical lineage is ultimately based on it, Midoriya-kun—Spoke the president of his class taking a step forward, willing to be the one who gave the quick class—Every so often in the world a materialization of the desires of humans is formed, it is known as "The Holy Grail" or the chalice that grants the wishes of men—

—. . . Holy Grail—A fuzzy memory of his childhood began to come to his mind.

—When this happens, the mages of the country where this materializes, receive the call in the brightness of a red star on the nation, this augurs that you have 7 days to make a successful invocation of a Servant to fight in a battle for the Grail—Then next to him appeared the same redheaded woman who had previously saved him—The Servants are personifications of heroes of the past, people who lived legends and now can be called to fight in this war as companions and allies—Continued explanation before the above mentioned redhead hit her huge bust to the square boy face who only grieved instantly and began to wave his hands.

—You're so sweet to say we're partners! —She spoke in her hoarse voice as he only complained about how close they were.

—So. . . —Ochako saw the scene with a drop of sweat on the nape of her neck—The Servants come from various classes, for example she is a Servant of the Rider class, my friend here is of the Caster class—The aforementioned raised his hand in greeting.

—So. . . They are "Heroes of the past? —Asked doubtfully to what his schoolmate nodded slightly.

—Sadly it's not a good idea to reveal the true name of your Servant, to avoid your enemies know much of his legend and therefor his weaknesses. . I hope you understand—Ochako bowed her head a bit embarrassed, as she didn't wanted to leave her companion with doubts of any kind—After the time of invocation passes, the war becomes what it is: A battle between Servants and Masters to see who survives at the end, the Master that in the end his Servant will be granted with the Grail and a wish completely free at his or her will—That totally surprised him.

—Uraraka-san and I have allied in this war, since we have found many potential enemies in the city. It is rare for mages of unaffiliated families to make these deals, but due the camaraderie that I feel towards Uraraka-san, this alliance was formed—Explained the speedy boy while keeping his Servant at a distance and she just laughed.

—The important thing is to treat your wounds —The girl raised her hand showing a greenish glow in her palm, sweating remarkably—Healing is not my strong point, but at least it will stop the bleeding. . . I hope—Murmured as she moved her hand closer to the wound, Izuku winced at the fact that he was being touched by a girl, this being the first time in his life.

—Thank you . . . —Muttered completely blushed, although she was not touching him a lot, or well almost nothing, he felt the wound heal quickly, maybe it wouldn't be perfectly healed but at least it will prevent him from dying.

— What an ugly wound, big brother. . . —That voice made everyone jump, just in front of Ochako and Izuku was a little girl with gray hair and huge gray eyes who saw the boy's wound with total interest, the Caster was surprised by the speed with which she appeared and the thick fog that started to surround them out of nowhere.

—Stand back, she's a Servant! —But he didn't had the time to do something since he was quickly attacked by the Lancer, the one who just released a huge fireball in his direction, causing an explosion.

—Caster! — Ochako took her classmate jumping back at the same time as Iida.

—Rider, attack! —Ordered the eye glassed, the redhead woman unsheathed her two weapons but the little one just put a smile, throwing a blade in her direction, forcing her to dodge this quickly, as soon as she turned in the little assassin direction she was gone.

—The brat is hidden in the fog, her stealth is B Rank, if not higher—Cursed as she kept both weapons pointed up, how deeply she hated Assassins.

—Who are your new friends, Jack? Dont you think about inviting me to play? —From among the trees a plump young blonde girl emerged, her lips folded in a huge smile showing sharp canines and her golden eyes shining with emotion that reflected in her flushed cheeks covered by a mask with a respirator.

— Sister! — The girl was formed from the mist embracing the girl with fraternal love — I found a boy who bleeds a lot, look at him, look at him! —Pointed with emotion to Izuku that only stuck a wince with a "Oh, God why me?" face and for some reason he was starting to feel dizzy.

—Don't breath brats, the fog is poisoned! —Screamed the red-haired Servant before she jumped back, for the blond emotionless woman from before appeared attacking head on and began a rapid exchange of attacks.

—Uraraka-san, we must flee, we are at a disadvantage here—Quickly instructs the young man in glasses while covering his mouth with a handkerchief, the rest imitated him but the effects of the poison were already eroding their magical energy little by little.

—She has a Servant in front of us Iida-kun, it will be impossible for us to run away, Caster and Rider are being hold back by two strong opponents—He bit his lip under the handkerchief he used to cover his mouth.

Izuku felt a strong heartbeat in his chest, all this was his fault, if he hadn't been there they would not have been distracted trying to save him and could have escaped without problem. He looked down and gritted his teeth, his attempt to help just ended up in the condemnation of two innocent people, Izuku quickly separated from Ochako, making weak steps forward.

—Midoriya-kun? —Iida was surprised as the greenish hair boy raised his hand in a sign of don't follow me.

—I'm going to distract her, you guys run as fast as you can. . . — This was obviously suicidal, the mere thought that he could face a Servant for more than a few seconds was ridiculous.

—She's going to kill you, back off Midoriya-kun! —Iida tried to get in but the boy again raised his hand and pushed him back.

—Don't stop me! . . . When I was a child I was saved by the bravest act of heroism I have ever seen and I refuse to let go that feeling I will not let you die because of me! —Without knowing it, his words reacted an ancient invocation symbol that rested inside the building behind him, it was old and neglected but the call of his voice pierced the veil of reality and reached a dimension of pain, suffering and red skies, where in a pile of rocks surrounded by corpses, a young maiden in silver armor and stained with blood saw the heavens with lost eyes. Back in reality Izuku got stabbed by a knife thrown by the small Servant straight to his shoulder, but he didn't halter, just clenched his teeth, without realizing it, in his hand began to shine an intense reddish color.

—Sister, I stab him and he doesn't die! —The little girl complained while the blonde only held her face with ecstasy.

—He's bleeding but, doesn't fall. . . It's so beautiful. . . —

—Even if my body dies. . . —He clenched his teeth again, the pain of his injuries was tremendous, but he refused to let it knock him down—The image of that hero in my memory will live on! —The assassin licked her lips before running in his direction with both hands holding blades—And while I'm still here, I'll become a vessel who projects that image! —In the other world, the maiden rose from between the bodies, in her face a huge grin—And I'll save everyone in front from me! —The symbol was completed in his hand, both Tenya and Ochako were shocked by this fact.

—Die! —The little assassin threw herself at him, just a couple of feet separated from her target that could not evade her now.

—At your behest! —Without warning, from the wall behind him emerged a figure concealed in a large steel armor, the helmet with two horns giving a strong head-butt to the girl who got tossed backwards—I had been summoned! —The mysterious armored figure landed in front of Izuku fully in shock, the aura that the figure emitted was equal to the two Servant of his companions. . . Maybe that was. . . ?

—It can't be . . . —Uraraka covered her lips with surprise, the arrival of that Servant had dissipated the fog and now the moon shone on them. She took her helmet and pulled it out slowly revealing a young woman with golden hair and brown eyes, her face looked in her 17s but with the severity of the experience looking straight at her Master.

—Thou art my Master, who had summoned me from beyond the whitered grasp of time, born as is the new moon to engage and slay at your grin command. . .? —Midoriya couldn't understand a single thing she said and just fell to the floor, unable to believe what just happened.

—. . . Wh ... What? —Asked stuttering. The blonde maven raised an eyebrow erasing her previous seriousness and changed to an utterly sarcastic gesture.

—Screw it, I can speak your language just fine—Her tone changed completely, causing everyone to fall back—Are you my Master? —Asked now pointing at him with her huge sword.

—Ye ... Yes? —Said the best he could.

—Is that a Servant? —Pointed back to the girl who was mentioned as Jack, who barely recover from the surprise impact she had received before.

—Yes. . . —It was again difficult to know if he affirmed or asked.

—Cool. I'ma kill im'—And then turns back, towards the Assassin.

—What?! Why?! — It was not that it bothered him being defended, but. . . Morals and stuff.

—Listen here; I have many, many fucking parental problems that generate me unstoppable anger, so you better not get in the way when I vent that anger! —Expressed with total rage in her voice—Be right back—She put on her helmet again, launching herself against the Assassin, she threw quick slashes but they bounced quickly in the armor of the Saber, that try to catch her with a direct blow she'll would break the tiny girl in half.

—I can't help but be annoyed to know that I was about to avoid you being summoned! —The assassin said, throwing several knives at her rival who only blocked them with her huge sword without problem.

—Your abilities are incredible, Assassin! It's a shame that your skills with knives are not as big as your God damn head—This made the tiny Servant pout in a childish way.

—Sister, let me release my Noble Phantasm and put an end to this mouthpiece—The little girl asked with childish tears in her eyes, upon hearing this the armored blonde made her sword backwards.

—Kid, command me to use my Noble Phantom to exterminate this cockroach! —Ordered the boy, Izuku was shocked. What was he supposed to do again?

—Master! —Suddenly the Caster returned to the scene, behind him huge explosions of fire indicated that the enemy Lancer pursued him.

—Whenever you want, Grummet! —Shots of the red hair woman weapons kept her rival at distance, but she was quick and would soon find a way to approach safely.

—Midoriya-kun, please, do as we—Indicated the girl as she raised her hand showing how the seals on her back shone brightly—Caster, as your Master I order you to use your Noble Phantasm to defeat your enemy! —The albino put a smile turning towards the other young man with white hair.

—Finally. . . Call my name Master! —Asked as huge magic circles appeared around him and a huge book opened before him, distilled pure magical energy.

—Unleash your true power. . . Merlin, Wizard of Flowers! —The instant his name was revealed, the golden-haired sword girl turned in that direction.

—Are you still alive you fucking piece of crap mage?! — He almost released his power, but the comment made him un-channel the enchantment in seconds.

—It can't be. . . Mordred! Little Mordred is here! —The scene broke completely, the Spearman in front of him, in anticipation of a fierce attack, felt a drop run down his cheek.

—Little Mordred!? — She walks furiously towards the sorcerer, taking him from the cloak with one hand raising him without effort —What the fuck are you doing here?! Answer or I'll cut your neck! —

—Calm down. . . I was summoned to this war, it's not a big deal, is it? —He seemed too relaxed at the threats of others, even gave himself the luxury of patting her shoulders—But look how much you've grown up, you're already a lady—Then the other's sword ended against his neck.

—Bring up my vagina once more to this conversation and Ill give you one where your neck should be. . .—Warned with a severity that was scary, the mage just laughs nervously.

—Note taken, ix-nay on the enis-pay . Could we concentrate on saving our Masters now? —Asked with all the cordiality in the world, the girl just end up throwing him to the side, then Mordred turned to her Master that seemed soon to vomit his guts.

—Damn it, I have no time for this crap. . . Master, we're getting out of here! —The green haired teen looked panicked again.

—We what?! Wait! —Without realizing it, she was already in front of him and carried him like a sack of potatoes, putting him on her shoulder.

—You, survive or die, I don't care which—He said to the other two before giving a huge jump taking the one who summon her away.

—We can't leave; we must help my friends! —The boy said, writhing as much as he could but the Servant didn't listen.

—Stop wringing or Ill sweat to God I'm going to throw you! —Once they were at a safe distance, already in front of the main entrance of the school, she dropped him to the floor, keeping her sword and taking off her helmet again—Listen to me, you little piece of-of-of. . Lad!—Said at the end, he was his ally, in the paper at least—Those two there are experienced mages, you? You're a rookie, you can't even heal yourself—Pointed at his various wounds as the one in his belly opened again.

—But they ... They ...—He kept looking back, the blonde denied softly.

—They'll be fine, other Masters are on the way and I doubt they'll stay there for long. Also, if the wizard is there. . . —And just she finished saying this both could feel a crushing magical presence, without doubt it was Merlin—They're fine. . . I told you—Sighed, looking into his eyes and just frowned—So. . .? —

— ... So ...? —He didn't knew what she was referring to, but if she said they were okay, he hoped so.

— Are you not going to introduce yourself? What kind of fourth grade Master summon me? —Complained, stroking the bridge of her nose with two gloved fingers. The boy look down for a second.

—I ... I'm Izuku Midoriya ...— Even his name sounded weak, she ran both hands over her face.

—Screw it, maximum effort then—Said to herself before looking him in the eye once more—I am Sir Mordred, Knight of the Camelot round table and son of King Arthur Pendragon, future King of England—Spoke in a high, formal tone, a worthy presentation for royalty.

—But if you say son ... Why are you a. . . ? —A sword to the neck made him cut short the phrase.

—Say just once ... That I'm a girl and I'll tear you apart, Master or not. Capish? — He was surprised at the use of the modern language she had, Izuku just nodded quickly—. . . Take me to your home, Master. We have to plan a strategy, because based on what Im feeling right now—Turned the face, seeing the city on the horizon—We have at least 34 rivals to beat ... —The boy opened his eyes in panic. 34? Were other 34 mages in the city who wanted to win that thing? . . Moreover, 34 mages who wanted to kill him?!

—. . . I'm not going to survive this. . . —