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Iri's storehouse
Mirror of Kibisis
Reopening
Persimmon cooking
Rider, bicycle, and the jealous Sakura
The King's clothes are a swimsuit (waterfront king: prologue)
Saber lately
Afternoon light
The battle of today's menu
Sakura-san lately
Fuji-nee's persimmon feast
Towards the "splash"
That past is already
Caster's shopping (hobby edition)
Quo Vadis
Lancer
Lancer's Heaven I
Lancer's Heaven II
Lancer's Heaven III
Wabi-sabi-tsumami
Horn (definitely)
Horn (no echo)
Matou residents
After coming back
Return of the wise man
The big three female Servants' super-battle
Sea of memories
Bridge of eternity - right
Warrior's knowledge
Murder at the Twin Mansion
Spearman at work (flower shop edition)
Her holiday villa
For your forgetful self
Murder at the empty mansion
Caster's delivery
Illya strikes back!
Rider and the sandwich
The light on the way home
Great problem at the archery club
How about a training camp?
Crest fever
Sakura and deluxe lunchbox
Sisters' lunch
Educational guidance
The student council chairman is still going strong.
Let's go for lunch!
Fuji-nee's teacher form
Cat-tiger family rampage
Rin and Mitsuzuri on campus
On the verge of a dream
Plushie
Potato sorrow
Marron pie temptation
Rider, reading, and the jealous Sakura
Light-hearted promise
A guest from 5 years back
The trap of high-class ingredients
Sugar candy teatime
This is not Heaven.
Rider's errand, no return
Cleaning alone
Cleaning with everyone
Caster's shopping (good wife edition)
Mimic Tohsaka Lvl 1
Mimic Tohsaka Lvl 2
Mimic Tohsaka Lvl 3
Familiar kid
Angel and a diamond
Visitor
Suspicious pair
Makidera and Rin's pendant
Loitering on the way, main road
Towards the cultural festival
Caster's cooking practice
Dowsing housing
100 views of corpses
Respecting the countless servants
Iron and the second button
Gorgon's cellar
Selected for the King
Pool tickets and a threatening letter
What kind of wedding?
Sakura's memories
Autumn, sky, and a golden taste
Because I groom it twice a week
Mitsuzuri visits
Rin and high tech
Three girls one day
Killing and a fancy bear
Persistent cooking Caster
Successor
Bridge on an ordinary night - left
Two detectives
Mitsuzuri's revival
Himuro Kane's inquiry
Smuggling, fishing boat, round-the-world trip
Rin's magic lesson
Invisible servant
Sakura, Mitsuzuri, and the archery club
Mitsuzuri Minori
Snake princess in the evening sun
Lunch with the track-and-field club
Day of the festival
Praying Fuji-nee
Rider investigates
Adventures of Himuro Kane
A samurai and a wild flower
Dragon trance military history (??)
Pool and the Mystic Eyes seal
Penguin-shaped shaved ice machine
Level up?
Tohsaka exploration party
The secret to finger pressure massage is devotion.
Dreaming cooking Caster
Gossip between the two
Anachro-analog Rin
Border
Adventures around the maid
Sakura and Caster, united edition
Shin-chan and the sea
Blue Panther vs. Black Panther
Big trouble! The ancient legend of the resurrected supreme king inscribed in stone
Big pursuit! Two teachers, an elf, and an apprentice
Flip-flop 2
Flip-flop 3
School maid
On the way home
Crosswords and shogi problems
Training camp, approval
Justice and the kitten
That night: ghost stories
Curse collector
National treasure
A cat, a priest, and a stubborn teacher
Rin at the temple
monster
Ath nGabla
Final night
Good night
Hero of the bath
Sisters' crisis
The future is now
Airmail
Emiya massage
Quartet overture
Stray tiger
Dead Bridge (I)
Dead Bridge (II)
The things that suit Rider
In London
Peace and quiet (I)
Peace and quiet (II)
Peace and quiet (III)
Peace and quiet (1)
Peace and quiet (2)
Peace and quiet (3)
Ritual window
Kagetsu Tohya
Awakening (fake)
Awakening (not yet)
Silver thread
Decisive battle
Temple guardian
End of the four nights
Cruel teacher
One last drink
Execution appreciated
Those that give and take
The shore where he stayed
Choice sake - proof of the wild
Streets at night (patrol)
Streets at night (battle)
Haunted mansion
Tohsaka's advice
Haunted night
Good night - Illya
Good night - winter
No trespassing
Ghost Gossip
Ghost Gossip Glamorous
Hotel Einzbern
Memory
Twilight castle
Not yet
Reopening
A moment in the morning
Rin comes back
Wish.
Sisters' summer (apple)
Sisters' summer (lemon)
Medical medicine
A siblings' game
Waterfront king
Heaven's dress
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unlimited blade works
heaven's feel
Caren I
Caren II
Caren III
Caren IV
Caren V
Caren (?)
Spider ladder
Spiral ladder
Reverse Moon
Holy Grail
Heaven's Feel Backnight 1 (church)
Heaven's Feel Backnight 2 (rooftop)
Heaven's Feel Backnight 3 (Dialogue Möbiuslink)
Heaven's Feel Backnight 3 (out on the town)
Heaven's Feel Backnight 3 (love)
Heaven's Feel Backnight 4 (Endless)
Heaven's Feel Backnight 5 (Void)
Heaven's Feel Backnight 6 (arm)
Heaven's Feel Backnight 6 (church)
Heaven's Feel Backnight 7 (Cradle Hollow)
Chaldea
Accel/Zero Order
Unlimited raise/dead
Let's Tell a Tale of World Salvation
7 - Heaven's Feel Backnight 2 (out on the town)
A right straight, that actually made me feel sorry for the enemy, mercilessly crushes the monster’s skull. Hard to believe it came from a human being.
Probably out of revenge for having had ten of their pals killed already, more prey come leaping at her.
The moment right after she punches with her right fist, cursed claws take the opportunity to strike at her seemingly immovable position--
She dodges just by lightly turning her head, while simultaneously driving her right leg into the monster’s head.
Sharp and heavy.
The head is blown off like a ripe tomato.
Not even bothering to visually confirm that, Bazett turns around to face the newcomers arriving from behind, once again intercepting them with lethal timing.
--It’s almost as if she were a spinning-top fitted with a blade.
Responding in every direction, clearing her attackers away… A deadly dance that shows no mercy for its target.
AVENGER: Well, damn. I’m not needed at all.
I was doing pretty well on my own even while watching her in fascination, but while I was slicing up one of these guys, Bazett pulverized around three.
And I mean literally pulverized. With those skinny legs and her fists, she is totally scattering flesh and cutting through bone.
Seriously, I’m impressed. To think human hand-to-hand combat would improve this much.
It seems like there are runes of hardening carved on her fists, legs, knees and toes, but the basic bodywork for that must have been an art perfected for use by “human beings.”
Way different from us when we go berserk, letting instinct take care of the rest.
Bazett’s technique is the legacy of the old days of blood and sweat.
How many years of effort went into being able to use it? I mean, she’s a girl, whoops, a mature grown-up woman.
Weren’t there other things she should have been learning? Guess not.
These monsters are no match for the walking weapon by the name of Bazett.
They’re no better than hapless sheep, a pack of game to be hunted. Homer, stop, stop, they’re already dead.
By the way, what the heck’s a homer?
BAZETT: --I see. So these are the “mysterious things” you spoke of before.
Sighing heavily, Bazett puts away her leather gloves.
Miss Walking Weapon, what the hell? You beat almost 20 monsters to death and all you do at the end is sigh…!?
BAZETT: ...They are most likely a type of familiar. Their level of intelligence is low, and they have no function other than to kill humans. However, they are fitted for use in large numbers. It is evident that there is an 8th magus, whose identity is not yet known to us, that was not picked as a Master… I cannot ignore a magus that would use this sort of familiar to attack people indiscriminately. Do you have any ideas regarding this?
AVENGER: Who, me?
[he thinks about Caren]
AVENGER: Err, I dunno anything about the guy you’re talking about, Master. Well, we’ll run into him eventually, right?
After all, we’ve got plenty of time.
This isn’t going to end regardless of what we do, so we oughta bump into each other one of these days anyway.
BAZETT: ...Very well. Also, I would like to apologize for doubting you earlier. The disturbance in this city was the work of these monsters’ master. You had nothing to do with this.
AVENGER: No problem. I’m used to getting all the bad rap. Besides, we’re all birds of a feather. The only difference is who got around to it first, them or me. These guys are running around killing everything in town, so my job’s been done for me, that’s all.
I like being able to take it easy, but y’know, a job is a job.
Really can’t let other people take it away from me. My whole meaning of life is on the line here. If I go unemployed, I can’t live.
BAZETT: --Hand in your resignation, then. I do not know which Heroic Spirit you are, but as long as you are my Servant, I will not let you drag bystanders into this war.
AVENGER: Look, lady, I haven’t killed anybody today, have I? Like that guy with the food cart before? I just watched him off while drooling, y’know? And I really wanted to munch on some oden and meat too. But I’m an obedient little puppy, doing what my owner says. C’mon, pat me on the head.
BAZETT: That is what you normally should be doing. Why should I praise you for that?
My owner’s being mean.
One of these days you’ll only have yourself to blame when I move on to the rebellious stage.
BAZETT: More importantly, I want you to clarify something. I know what your Noble Phantasm is, but I have yet to hear your true name. I know I may be late in asking this, but what hero are you?
AVENGER: Told you that in the beginning, didn’t I? I think it’s your own fault for not remembering, but-- Ah ha. Your memory’s still fuzzy, huh?
BAZETT: That is -- yes, that is true. There is no point in hiding it any longer. Avenger. I do not remember forming a contract with you. I had assumed that it would recover given enough time, but circumstances proved to be more difficult than I had imagined. I cannot wait forever for my memory to come back.
AVENGER: Okay, so you want me to give you the lowdown again, right away. But look, the stuff I know is what you probably figured out already. You summoned and made a contract with me to be your Servant. Before I could tell what was going on, I was in that mansion, leashed and being bossed around by you. Now, back then I did give you my true name -- well, not that it’s a big deal if anybody hears it.
BAZETT: Not a big deal…? What do you--
AVENGER: See, I don’t have my own name. Don’t have a clue to what my name was when I was alive.
BAZETT: That’s ridiculous…! The fact that you are a Servant makes you a Heroic Spirit! There is no such thing as a hero without a title…!
AVENGER: Yup. That’s why I have a title. I just don’t have a name as a human being. I can tell you the title other people call me by, though. Is that good enough?
BAZETT: ...Of course. When our contract was being formed, I should have heard your name. Thus, I must have judged that I trus… No, I judged that you possess a power suitable for achieving victory in the Holy Grail War. So, what was this name that I have approved?
AVENGER: Angra Mainyu. The name of an old tradition from the middle of nowhere.
Yeah, don’t really need to hide it.
First off, it wasn’t that big of a deal, so I just gave her a straight answer.
BAZETT: Angra Mainyu -- that, that name…
Isn’t the name of a hero.
Or, isn’t fit to be a hero.
It isn’t a name you’d give to a person to begin with.
Yeah, yeah. Your face is just telling me all of the above.
I understand how my dear Master feels. It’s not as if I live up to my namesake.
Angra Mainyu. The name of the most powerful demon in ancient Persia.
The greatest nemesis in Zoroastrianism, embracing all evil, that kept fighting for 9000 years against the god of light, guardian of the good of humanity.
The god of evil, you could say.
The bad part is the friggin huge scale. Overseeing half of the entire world? Give me a break. This name is a bother.
...Honestly, something of a smaller genre, say, the god of desks or pots, would have been a much better fit.
The tale of Zoroastrianism revolves around the discord caused by the two gods of good and evil. It’s the first religion to introduce the duality of angels and demons.
Of course, I’ve never seen an angel in my life and I’m not exactly acquaintances with any demons.
I was just one villager that idolized those teachings.
Apparently, just one good deed was enough for me to get treated like a hero and elevated to Heroic Spirit status after death.
AVENGER: Don’t get the wrong idea. It’s not like I’m the real god himself. My element probably just happened to be close enough to warrant getting the name as a pseudonym, that’s all. My stats are low for a Heroic Spirit and, as you already know, I’m a useless third-rate loser.
BAZETT: I’m well aware of that. I’m beyond needing you to justify it at this stage.
Hahaha. --That stings, Master.
BAZETT: But -- Angra Mainyu -- no, the Servant I summoned should have--
Had a more different, endearing name?
Bazett Fraga McRemitz wonders to herself.
AVENGER: ...Hmm, endearing, huh? What was there some other spirit you wanted to summon? Had a strong, handsome Heroic Spirit in mind, not a bozo like me, eh?
BAZETT: Ah-- N-No, not at…
“Not really,” she adds quietly.
Yeah, you’re being reeaally obvious. Had some other guy on your mind… Okay, so I already knew that, but who would have thought you’d be so picky about your Servants, too!
Tch. Ah, so our relationship was just a compromise. And I was being relatively serious about it too. Ah well, I’m over it.
7 - Heaven's Feel Backnight 2 (out on the town) (cont.)
BAZETT: W-Why are you bringing this up? We are not talking about my taste in men! I was only thinking about the difference between you and another Heroic Spirit.
AVENGER: Now look, that’s the same thing as talking about men. The most important thing when looking for a familiar is the user’s personal tastes, so normally a female Master would summon a hot stud, right? Ah. What, you wanted to summon a woman? …...Now that’s deep stuff. Never woulda guessed that manly suit was for business and pleasure.
BAZETT: I don’t let personal feelings interfere with my work. I made my contract with you because it was the correct cause of action. Feelings towards the other sex are irrelevant to that. ...However, I do admit that I said something misleading. Yes, I did have feelings of attachement to a particular Heroic Spirit.
AVENGER: Yep, keep going. If you’re going to admit that much, just spill it all out. You’ve got nothing to lose, so let’s just lay it all out in the open, shall we? So, Master. Which Heroic Spirit were you going to summon?
BAZETT: …”Going to summon” is not the right phrase. I had no guarantee that I would be able to summon him, and a part of me did not believe he had really existed.
She starts trailing off.
Must be going over some old memories.
The emotional state of the woman standing in front of me is regressing fast, like she’s berating herself.
AVENGER: Now I get it. Can’t summon a hero you don’t believe in. But, you wanted to meet the guy, huh?
BAZETT: ...Perhaps. It is embarrassing, but I am not sure myself.
...When I was a child. I, ah… I had not been interested in anything. I could not understand what others considered “fun.” Often this put my parents at a loss as to what to do with me. ...Then my father told me, “You go through each day as if it was work.” He always apologized to me with sad eyes.
The ones who suffered had only been my parents, probably. Unable to sense the guilt my father held, I wasted my youth as tediously as ever. The majority of my childhood memories are of plain days like that. ...But, there was one thing that enthralled me. I still don’t know why it alone was special. In the study, I discovered a book that could be found anywhere in the country. Reading those old legends always made me sad.
AVENGER: --Old legends, huh? So that’s it.
Someone she didn’t believe in but still wanted to meet.
One of the many phantasms that young children dream of and forget in maturity, tossed away in great number, huh?
BAZETT: ...Yes. It was only when I was in this fairytale that I could become like other children my age. It was the tale of a hero, one that was vivid even to a child. But the story had an ugly ending. It wasn’t a tale that should be celebrated.
...Yes, they all say it was a story of bravery, but I always saw it as something else. Back then, I thought to myself that I wanted to save him. ...I wondered if it really was okay to wish to save him, even though I couldn’t do anything.
AVENGER: ……………………
To be fair, the desire to “save someone” exists in all human beings, that much I can admit.
Heck, I can even feel it myself.
Now, the definition of “saving” is going to be different from person to person. But as long as that desire is just a wish, it’s not something that others can condemn.
The problem here, though…
(Should it be okay to wish to save him?)
Is that the little girl didn’t understand something that obvious.
There’s Bazett, who turned something that anybody can do into a “wish.”
Then there’s the mythical hero, the only one the little girl looked up to.
AVENGER: --Ha.
I take back the “I’m over it.”
Bastard, next time I meet you, you’re dead meat.
AVENGER: You’re not selfish enough. That’s your wish? That’s a pretty cheap thing to use a Holy Grail on.
Wicked laughter.
Honestly, the idea of using one fairy tale against another is damn amusing.
BAZETT: T-That’s my childhood and nothing more. We were talking about which Heroic Spirit I would choose, yes? If I had a catalyst for that particular hero, that’s the one I’d be inclined to summon. That’s all.
AVENGER: Hahaha, but you ended up summoning a bum like me. You’ve got no luck with men, eh!
Cackling again.
Seriously, she definitely looks like she hasn’t gotten any luck with men.
BAZETT: Avenger. My current desire is to secure the Holy Grail and bring it back to the Association. I have no personal wishes to make with the Grail.
AVENGER: Yeah, I know. You aren’t that resourceful.
After all, you can’t make a wish with something that doesn’t exist.
Zero times anything is still zero.
BAZETT: ...It’s your turn, Avenger. I told you, now you tell me. What is your wish.
AVENGER: Huh?
Nuts, she turned the tables on me.
Actually, like my Master, there’s no wish I want to make using the Holy Grail.
Sadly enough, there’s just one thing that I voluntarily engross myself in these days.
AVENGER: My wish? Hmmm, if I had to choose, I’d say that I want to finish a picture.
Heheheh, she’s looking at me like a clueless idiot.
When we get back to our hideout, she’s going to find that puzzle I was working on and yell at me for a more serious answer.
BAZETT: --Wait. Did you feel a strong burst of magical energy just now?
AVENGER: Sorry, don’t have no magical energy detection. But if you want to know where it came from, I just saw it. Something flashed on the roof of that building.
Bazett is quick to react.
She picks Rach off the ground and, throwing it over her shoulder, runs towards the Center Building without so much as asking me to follow.
Obedient as I am, I chase after Bazett.
...However.
It’s still bugging me. Just what is that?
Bazett is carrying some kind of a tube.
I thought that, surely, there’s a weapon inside, but she didn’t take it with her when that last free-for-all happened.
I can’t help but wonder about this funny container when it’s being carried right in front of me.
AVENGER: Hey, what’s that?
BAZETT: …………
Bazett is looking for the back entrance into the building. From what I can tell, she’s pretty tense.
AVENGER: Oh come oooon, tell me. What is it?
I’m being persistent, too.
BAZETT: --*sigh*...
Maybe my sincerity got through to her. Bazett stops moving and shows me the container.
Length of observation: approximately one minute.
After showing it to me,
BAZETT: Well?
AVENGER: Yeah, I get it. There’s a tea set inside, I bet.
BAZETT: ………………………….
Whoops, pissed her off.
Wrinkles forming on her forehead, she reluctantly takes the lid off.
Several balls plop out.
Size-wise, they are about the same as track and field shots, and about the same mass, I’d guess. Looks like it can hold no more than five, but right now there are only three.
I see, I see. It all makes sense now that she’s shown me what’s inside.
To think she was carrying this relic. I tremble in your presence, Bazett Fraga McRemitz.
By the way…
AVENGER: What’re those?
The mystery had only deepened.
BAZETT: I am not going to dignify you with an explanation. But I’ll have you kow that this is not a tea set, at the very least.
She puts the spheres back inside and remounts the cylinder on her back.
So she won’t explain her trump card to someone she can’t trust, I see.
Moving on.
AVENGER: You sure are a strong one. Got enough muscles in those shoulders to support that chest of yours? For somebody not using them at all, they’re friggin huge, y’know?
I tell her the objective truth, as observed with my keen eyes.
Bazett stops dead in her tracks, turning around slowly, like a rusted doll…
BAZETT: --How charming. Your wittiness is occasionally accurate and daring enough to make me want to murder you.
Now this is more like it.
This is how a Master and Servant should be.
The anger she’s radiating could end up with me dead if she figures I’ll revive anyway.