Fuyuki City, Japan. A young man emerged slowly from a high-end hotel iy ter.

  The boy had jet-bck hair and captivating red eyes that set him apart. His warm and inviting smile brightened his face, hinting at a pyful fidence. Dressed casually yet stylishly, he showcased his slender frame, and his rexed but attentive posture radiated a quiet charm.

  After leaving the hotel, he wandered aimlessly around Fuyuki City until he found an open-air café. He sat down, taking in the familiar yet fn sery.

  His name was Tachibana Chihiro, an 18-year-old who was not just any ordinary person, he was reinator.

  In his previous life, Chihiro had died of leukemia. Fortunately, he had a younger brother who could look after their parents, so he passed without too much regret. While bedridden for most of his final years, he had taken so anime and manga, especially the Fate franchise. He had admired the heroes who fearlessly fought to protect the fabric of human history.

  Perhaps his passion had reached the ears of some higher power, because when he awoke again, it was in a world unmistakably ected to Nasuverse.He hadn't even ged nationalities; he was still Japanese.

  However, he was found abandoned as a baby, left at the doorstep of a Shinto shrine on Mount Koya, and was subsequently taken in and raised by the shrine's priests.

  Through them, he was exposed to the are arts specifically, Japan's own mystical practiyōdō.

  Onmyōdō, also known as "Way of Yin and Yang," was a traditional magic system that had been adapted to manipute the world's natural energies. It focused on using one's spiritual power to influence reality, bending the ws of nature to one's will.

  Japanese practitioners believed that since reality's rules were malleable, shaped by human i and belief, the pursuit of altering these rules was a lifelong endeavor. t to a ging world when you could ge the world to suit yourself?

  The core principle could be summed up as: "Words create reality." The stronger one's vi, the more effective the magic. But if one's will wavered, the magic would fail.

  Now, Chihiro found himself in Fuyuki City for a singur purpose: to participate in the Holy Grail War.

  If he was in the Nasuverse, how could he resist the ce to join the war for the omnipotent wish-granting chalice?

  It was 1994, and the Fourth Holy Grail War was about to begin. He had been uain about the exact timing until a few days ago, when a mysterious system suddenly appeared in his mind.

  It was called the "Type-Moon unication System," but after announg itself, it had gone pletely silent.

  Now, with the war looming, Chihiro wondered if its activation was ected to the approag flict.

  He had taken a gamble, requesting time off from his mentor uhe guise of a week-long spiritual pilgrimage. His mentor, who had always enced Chihiro to explore the outside world, readily agreed.

  With that, Chihiro made his way to Fuyuki City.

  He could only hope that the system wouldn't disappoint him.

  [Ding! The Type-Moon unication System has been officially activated!]

  ["Mage Killer" has joihe chat; "Jewel King" has joihe chat; "Princess" has joihe chat; "Director K" has joihe chat; "Mapo Priest" has joihe chat; "Rebellious Spirit" has joihe chat; "The Showman" has joihe chat; "Red Devil" has joihe chat; "Tragic Sakura" has joihe chat; "Background Character Chihiro" has joihe chat.]

  [Ding! ected to the Throne of Heroes!]

  ["Foolish King" has joihe chat; "Golden King" has joihe chat; "queror King" has joihe chat; "Radiant Gnce" has joihe chat; "Knight of the Lake" has joihe chat; "Bluebeard" has joihe chat; "Troupe of Acrobats" has joihe chat.]

  Suddenly, a voice echoed in the minds of everyone involved in the uping Fourth Holy Grail War, apanied by a virtual s appearing before them.

  Well, apart from the Masters and Servants, a few other partits seemed to have been thrown in food measure.

  [Wele to the Type-Moon unication System.]

  [This system ects all parallel worlds iype-Moon universe. The timelines of each world differ, so do not be armed.]

  [The system will initiate a live Q&A mode when signifit events occur across these worlds. The topics covered will range from the past to the present and eveure.]

  [Partits who answer questions correctly will receive Saint Quartz as a reward. versely, incorreswers will result in a loss of Saint Quartz.]

  [The top three scorers for each question will receive additional rewards.]

  [The first Q&A session will begin in ten minutes. Please prepare.]

  For a brief moment, everyone in the chat was sturying to digest the sudden flood of information.

  Chihiro was no exception.

  Damn it, he thought this "golden finger" system was his personal cheat, but it turned out he wasn't the only one who had access to it.

  He reized most of the partits who had joihe group, but who was this "Background Character Chihiro"? Could it actually be... him?

  Before he could delve deeper, an imperious voied through the chat.

  Golden King: "Who dares to disturb my royal slumber? Show yourself, you cowardly cur!"

  Wait, could the group chat really transmit voice messages?

  Red Devil: "Holy crap, I'm actually hearing voices! I'm not halluating, am I?"

  Director K: "What kind of sorcery is this? Who dares pull such a cheap prank?"

  Princess: "Is this some sort of illusion? No one else around me seems to notice the s."

  queror King: "Hahaha! Whose Noble Phantasm is responsible for this? But it's refreshing to finally have some eai. The Throne of Heroes is dreadfully dull."

  Jewel King: "The Throne of Heroes, you say? Are you g to be a Servant?"

  Jewel King: "No way, this has to be a trick. And what's up with these ridiculous niames?"

  Princess: "Hey! What's with this 'Princess' nonsense? I'm not a girl!"

  queror King: "Oh? I didn't expect a prio be in our midst. Might I ask which kingdom you hail from?"

  Princess: "I said I'm not a princess! I'm just a student!"

  Golden King: "You rabble dare to insult the king? Have you no fear of death?"

  Red Devil: "Who do you think you are, talking like that? If you want to fight, e at me!"

  Golden King: "Hah! Do you not know who I am? To speak santly to me is an offense worthy of death!"

  Golden King: "You should be grateful for the ce to perish by my hand!"

  Red Devil: "What a joke. You think I should thank you for threatening me?"

  Red Devil: "You've got some nerve. I'm getting my old man to put you in your pce!"

  As the group erupted into a heated exge, several partits remained silent, the spectacle unfold.

  Somewhere in a snow-covered forest in Russia, a middle-aged man with a grizzled appearand a lit cigarette in his hand stared at the s in front of him.

  "What is this nonsense, and why is it happening now of all times?"

  "Whatever it is, I'll stay on my guard. Hopefully, it won't interfere with the Holy Grail War…"