DISCLAIMER: I do not own Fate/stay night, it's many spin-offs or Drifters. Both are products of Nasu-sensei and Hirano-sensei.

This story is also a spin-off of fellow Fate/Extra author Boyzilla's "Digital Human" series, which includes Digital Extra, Digital Supreme Being, Digital Kaiju and etc., all of which I highly recommend. Especially the second one. All hail Hakuno Kishinami!

It is the first kill that will prove whether or not one has the strength and resolve to walk the path of bloodshed.

Those weak of heart will falter and remain stagnant.

Those who push forward with blade in hand progress towards the future.

Regardless of which path they walk, their sword is soaked in blood.

And it is in the blood of their foe that their destiny is sealed.

DIGITAL DRIFTER

The night had arrived, and with it came the armored soldiers sent by the lord of the land to exterminate the rebellions elves. Hakuno watched them from afar, observing their actions through the binoculars offered to her by Olminu. Alongside the mage, they got the task of observing the enemy movements and reporting through the link she shared with Saber and Archer. The former would be herding the enemy and distracting them about the village while Oda and Archer prepared for the mass slaughter once the soldiers were gathered in a single spot.

Even though the battle had yet to begin, Hakuno could smell it. The proverbial blood in the air, so thick it was suffocating. The acrid smell of smoke still lingered from the burned fields not far away from them. Archer actually put the two of them there so that in the event the enemy had a means of locating them via smell, the smoke would hide their tracks. To hide them from above, a blanket of foliage covered them both.

"It looks like the soldiers have all settled in," Olminu observed through the binoculars. "And from the looks on their faces, they're none too pleased by the fact that the water supply's been tainted." The mage looked at Hakuno with a mixture of disgust and curiosity. "I'm almost afraid to ask this, but why did Archer and that one-eyed nutjob have the elves dig out their feces from the toilets?"

Hakuno shook her head. She did not know or pry as to why the two wanted elf poo of all things, but she didn't question them. If it was part of the plan, who was she to inquire?

"Still, will this plan really work?" Olminu expressed her doubt. "I mean, it boils down to Miss Saber and Lord Toyohisa acting as bait while hoping Lord Yoichi kills anyone that attempts to escape. W-what if even one of them escapes and the plan fails?"

That was a valid concern. This plan was made using what they had available, after all. There were a lot of things to consider. Oda and Archer favored boldness and brutal strength. Yoichi preferred the silent and swift end with nary a sound. Saber and Toyohisa were the most straightforward and went for the path that would end their opponent in the most bloody and chaotic state possible. Between the three groups, the plan seemed to have a chance of succeeding. The kink in the proverbial chains was the elves themselves, as despite their incredible skill with a bow, they still lacked proper discipline and training. There as a chance that they would get cold feet and freeze up, then the plan would fall apart completely.

Shara and the elves' devotion to killing the soldiers of Orta and taking back their wives as admirable, but they were not trained to fight like military soldiers. At best, they were a ragtag resistance with weapons they barely knew how to use. As archers, they were second-to-none, but otherwise unskilled in the grand scheme of things.

Still, Hakuno wanted to have faith. Faith in the Drifters and in her Servants.

"It will work out."

Olminu wasn't convinced. "I wish I had your confidence in them, Miss Hakuno…"

Hakuno shrugged and went back to observing the enemy. She felt a familiar presence approach her from behind, footsteps light even as they walked across a path littered with crunchy leaves.

"How are things looking?" Yoichi asked, not beating around the bush. "Any changes?"

"No. They're settling in the village nicely. I don't think they know anything about the plan just yet."

Yoichi smiled wryly. "Wonderful~ Oda and that rifle-bearing woman are getting ready for the main event. Keep us informed in case something happens, yes?"

"O-of course, Lord Yoichi!" Olminu nodded hastily. The effeminate archer returned to the forest getting ready for things on his end. Once she was sure he was gone, the woman let out a deep sigh of relief. "He was smiling, but it wasn't a kind one… It's like I thought. Drifters are terrifying!" She paused, looked at Hakuno, and quickly shook her head. "O-oh, but not you, Miss Hakuno! In all honesty, you're…not what I expect from a Drifter at all."

Hakuno tilted her head. "How do you mean?"

Olminu's face turned scarlet. The binoculars slipped from her fingers, bouncing off the dirt mound they were atop. "Bwuh?"

What was with that reaction? Did she do something wrong?

Several minutes later, once Olminu recovered from her shock, she and Hakuno resumed their activities. By now, most of the soldiers occupying the village had turned in for the night. Some were sleeping in the homes, others in the tent. What few that were up took up posts around the villages.

Archer, Hakuno called out to her Servants through their link. Saber, I count at least fourteen soldiers still awake. I don't know how many are in the tents or in the houses.

[Thank you, Master,] Okita's smile was visible in her voice. [I'll relay this to Shimazu. Archer, how are things on your end?]

[Kehehehe~ All preparations are in place. I hope you enjoy the show, Master! This is going to be fun!]

The excitement and palpable bloodlust in Archer's voice unnerved Hakuno.

The image of a man clad in blood-soaked armor wielding a spar came to mind.

As she waited nervously for it to begin, the impending slaughter that awaited the soldiers of Orta, she felt the air cackle of power. The Servants were on the move, meaning the show had begun.

And it opened in bloody fashion.

Arrows rained down from the sky, piercing through flesh and bone. The guards positioned near the village entrance crumpled and fell dead with nary a sound. Okita and Toyohisa slipped in unseen, footsteps light and blades unsheathed. The guards that died were soon joined by many more, but in contrast to those that died with little fanfare, these ones were cut down as violently as possible.

In contrast to Toyohisa's means of delivering death, severing one's head from their shoulders, Okita's was more painful. The strokes of her blade were as quick as they were brutal, katana dragging through their body and leaving their intestines out to hang out in the open.

Hakuno felt her stomach church at the sight of it.

The sound of death outside the tent stirred the tenants awake and began to emerge to investigate. They were quickly met with arrows raining upon them, courtesy of the archers at Toyohisa's disposal.

Chaos quickly ensued. Soldiers scrambled for their weapons and armor while those scattered about the village rallied to encircle and trap the Drifter and Servant. Okita and Toyohisa stood before them, blades drawn and caked with freshly-drawn blood to reveal themselves before the soldiers of Orta before they took off running.

They've taken the bait. Most of the soldiers in the center of the village are after Toyohisa and Saber.

Archer's gleeful cackle was all she got before Oda began to move out. At the far back of the village where their numbers were the thinnest, the one-eyed man set about his own plan. As the soldiers chased Okita and Toyohisa around the village, lured away and gathering most of their numbers to kill the two, they would leave their backs totally unprotected and vulnerable. However, that was just the first step of the dastardly scheme the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven concocted in his mind.

Hakuno watched as the soldiers that were posted at the far back of the village, confused and unsure whether to aid or stand by in case the two attempted to escape from the back, were struck by several arrows. Riding atop a cart drawn by a pair of horses was Oda, smiling like a devil with Archer, the latter equally thrilled. Once they made themselves at home at the back of the village, the elves quickly began to establish a defensive perimeter.

"What on earth is that man planning?" Olminu questioned. "That gate is so flimsy! All it would take is a few swings of a sword, and the barricade would come right down."

Hakuno shook her head. "It's not a barricade."

"Eh? Then what is it?"

"Camouflage."

"Huh?"

Olminu did not understand, but Hakuno knew she would soon.

She knew Oda was as devious as he was vicious. When he fought, he fought to utterly dismantle and destroy his enemy. What better way to destroy the enemy than to break their spirit, piece by piece? What better way to crush them than to break their spirit by showing them exactly who it was that they were messing with?

The elves knocked back their arrows, tips alight with fire. At Oda's order, the arrows were set loose and launched into the air. Each and every arrow struck the roofs of their former homes – the land Orta provided them. What should have been their graves would become the Orta soldiers' resting place. An irony that Archer was laughing at.

By now, Okita and Toyohisa had succeeded in their task. They had evaded the soldiers and led them back over to Oda and Archer before vanishing into the smoke. The bulk of Orta's soldiers began to congregate towards Oda and the elves.

"They're going to be run over!" Olminu cried in concern.

It wasn't the Drifters, the elves and the Servants she should be worried about.

The elves, at Oda's orders, knocked back their arrows and took aim. All the fury and rage that built up over the years was finally being released as they released the arrows and sent them flying. Several soldiers went down moments later, arrows buried in their necks and chest and face.

[They're nothing more than cannon fodder…]

Hakuno blinked, hearing Archer going on a rant.

[These men are nothing more than meat bags for the lord to use. Shields to hide behind. There's no glory in killing nameless bunch of elves in some random village. There's no honor or fame to be found here. Hell, as far as Orta's concerned, these are nothing more than worthless bags of meat. They aren't soldiers. They aren't disciplined. They'll fold sooner or later. Kill a couple dozen more men, maybe another forty, and their formations will crumble. And if you cut them off at the head, well…]

Archer laughed. [Even better. Now, you elves! Give these bastards a dose of fear! Show them what hell looks like! Rifleman, take aim!]

"W-what?" Olminu rubbed her eyes in disbelief. "D-did she just create those…weapons from thin-air?!"

Muskets. Rifles, to be more accurate. The favored weapon that brought countless deaths across Japan when it was introduced. With weapons such as those, the feared Oda Nobunaga nearly conquered the country and brought forth a revolution. To her, the three-lines of matchlocks aimed at their enemy were the image of one who gunned down all opposition – even the heavens.

It was a partial manifestation, but still proof of her identity and power. Of her legend.

The Noble Phantasm, Three Thousand Worlds.

[FIRE!]

Archer's face was as manic as it was demonic, ruby eyes glowing as the elves took aim. Their hands were unsteady, unused to the weight of the weapons in their hand. A bow and arrow were easier to wield, but a gun was something else entirely. A monster they knew nothing of.

But with the pull of the trigger, they came to learn how terrifying guns were.

Streaks of bloody red bullets came out flying from the matchlocks, created by a cackling explosion of smoke, fire and gunpowder. Armor and bone did not withstand the bullets at all. They would have stood better chance against actual lead balls as the bullets fired were not made of metal, but by the power of Archer's Phantasm. Stronger, bigger, and far more deadly than any ordinary bullet.

The rifles dissipated into motes of light, fading from their grasp. The symphony of gunfire shocked the soldiers to the point they were frozen solid and trembling, unsure of what just happened. Their stupor was a fatal mistake as the elves recovered from their shock first and brandished their arrows.

"Wait, what's on the arrowhead?" the mage beside Hakuno questioned when she noticed the brownish-yellow liquid sludge dripping from the metal tip.

Hakuno didn't know if she should tell her. She was still reeling in disgust by the thought. It was a sound tactic, but it was just so…disgusting.

But the idea practically lit Oda's face up as he gave the order. The arrows, caked with the feces and waste of the elves' communal toilet, were launched and landed.

Outwardly, the plan relied on luck. But Hakuno looked deeper and saw how terrifying the plan actually was; with arrows caked in waste product embedded and tainting their water supply, the soldiers had little choice but to endure and fight back with the threat of having their wounds infected, sure to die of disease at some point unless they got treated later. But they couldn't do that, not when they were trapped inside a burning village with no chance of escape.

As Archer predicted, the soldiers began to crumble under pressure. Some turned tail and ran in the hopes of escape, damning the rest of them to death. But even their cowardice would not save them.

No one was going to leave the village alive.

Okita emerged from the flames, her form soaring alongside her sword. Her movements were so fast that she may as well have been like a bolt of lightning on the battlefield. The soldiers that turned tail and ran were cut down in an instant, blood spurting in the air. With a sword bathed in blood and eyes worth of her position as a legendary manslayer of the Shinsengumi, those who would have turned tail and ran were frozen on the spot.

But in their dazed shock and fear, there was an opportunity yet to be seized.

"OOOOOOORAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

A war cry, burning with fervor and raging with bloodlust, pierced the air as the flames seemed to part. Toyohisa's sword rested on his shoulder, eyes settled on the commanding officer and teeth revealed in a wide grin.

Like a bullet, Toyohisa charged and launched himself at his quarry. The soldiers were too startled by the war cry and stumbled back, some crying out in fear. Toyohisa used one of the soldiers in his way as a springboard, jumping off his shoulder and soaring through the air.

Hakuno closed her eyes. "It's over."

His sword came down. The commander's head was sent flying, followed by a geyser of blood spurting from his neck.

The mountain of corpses, the blood that pooled from them, the village aflame and burning to the ground while the massacre continued.

It was…unsettling. Unfamiliar. Terrifying. This should have been no different than what she saw and experienced in the Holy Grail War, so why…?

Why was she so terrified…?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Aaaaaaaand we're back.

Sorry I took so long. Same reasons as Digital Quartzer: lethargic, no drive to write, etc. But, I didn't want to rush this chapter at all. Sure, it's very short in length and the action wasn't very long, but for me Digital Drifter isn't so much on action as it is on showing Hakuno just how goddamn BRUTAL the Drifters are, much less the events she'll witness.

But don't worry! Hakuno's innocence will remain. I mean, I'm sure she'll be fine when she sees the raped elven woman, right?

…right?!

That aside, quick question for you guys: should I portray Saber and Archer as a mix of how they do in Koha-Ace and Fate/type Redline? For those who don't know, type Redline is more or less a "serious version" of Koha-Ace, albeit with differing events like different Servants and characters involved in the story. Hell, Okita is introduced by way of smiling at her Master after she just got done killing some poor bastard and is smiling.

So, thoughts on whether I should strike a balance between comedic idiots and savage manslayers or go as is?

Also, now that Digital Drifter is updated and caught up with Quartzer, I can now focus on a third spin-off. Keep in mind that this fanfic in particular is prooobably going to be more comedy oriented until way later.

As for what kind of fanfic it is, well... How'd it go again? Let's see, ahem!

Roses are red, and violets are blue

That day we cruised down Blood Gulch Avenue...

REVIEWS:

ptl: Ultimately decided, no, the Ends will not have any Servants on their side. If any Servant does appear, it will be neutral and unaffiliated with the Ends unless convinced to their side.

Gen2324: There will definitely be some tension early on, but Okita and Toyohisa will warm up towards each other. Especially when they encounter End!Hijikata.

Boyzilla: Perhaps, but she's never seen just how far humans can sink. As far as I know, she hasn't exactly seen rape, pillage, and murder before.

The One True Slacker: Might consider doing omakes like that. Hell, just imagine Yoichi's reaction to Ushiwakamaru, who is a young Minamoto no Yoshitsune.

Guest (Nen): Oh, they're definitely going to get along. I mean, Nobu's Noble Phantasm lets her make guns for Pete's sake. Oda's definitely going to like her, and god knows what they'll do to their teammate's sanity!

Guest (Len): Stop. Tempting. Me.

Don Orbit: Honestly, I'm not sure how Oda would react to learning Archer's his alternate self. On the one hand, I could see him in disbelief and wouldn't believe it, but on the other hand, he'd be green with envy that people don't remember him summoning guns. Now, if he were to see Demon King Nobunaga, he wouldn't mind being born a woman if he looked like THAT.