Shirou made his way through the strange forest, each step crunching against the unfamiliar earth beneath his feet. The forest was dense, its towering trees stretching high into the sky, their canopies blotting out much of the sunlight. The leaves above were tinted an unnatural shade of green, shimmering faintly as if infused with some otherworldly energy. Even the shadows felt alive, twisting and shifting with each breeze that whispered through the foliage. The air was cool, but not in the crisp, refreshing way he was used to. It carried scents both sweet and foreign-fragrant blossoms mixed with the musky, almost metallic tang of magic, so potent it clung to his skin like a second layer.

The last thing he remembered was the blinding blast of white light hurtling toward him and his friends. The light was overwhelming, not just in brightness but in presence, as if the very fabric of reality had been torn apart at the seams. It wasn't a simple explosion or a burst of mana-it felt like the end of the world itself, a force so absolute it left no room for resistance. His final memory before succumbing to the darkness was the desperate faces of those he cared about, their eyes reflecting the same mix of fear and defiance that burned within him.

Then, nothing.

The next thing he knew, he was waking up in the heart of this alien forest, surrounded by his still-unconscious lovers. Sakura lay nearest to him, her breathing steady but shallow, her body curled protectively as if warding off some invisible threat. Rin was not far, her posture tense even in sleep, as if prepared to spring into action the moment she awoke. And Luvia... well, she managed to look as dignified as ever despite being sprawled awkwardly on the forest floor, her blonde hair fanned out like a golden halo, contrasting sharply with the dirt beneath her.

They were all alive-thank whatever forces had spared them-but this wasn't the world they knew.

Shirou's gaze shifted to their surroundings, his eyes narrowing as he took in the strange wildlife. The forest was teeming with creatures that defied classification. Phantasmal Beasts stalked between the trees-some resembling creatures from myths he'd read about during his time at the Clock Tower, but others were entirely unfamiliar, their forms twisted and alien. That was saying something, considering how deeply versed he'd become in magical lore. These weren't beings tied to the modern era; their presence felt ancient, primal, as if this land had never moved beyond the Age of Gods.

But what unsettled him most wasn't the creatures-it was the air itself.

Mana. It was everywhere. Thick, heavy, and suffocating, it seeped into his skin, filling his lungs with each breath. It wasn't like the ambient mana of Fuyuki or even the dense reserves he'd encountered at the Clock Tower. No, this was something else entirely. It pulsed through the environment like a heartbeat, resonating with the very ground beneath his feet. It was as if the world itself was alive, and Shirou could feel its gaze pressing down on him, watching, waiting. The sheer volume of magical energy felt unnatural, almost oppressive, and for a brief moment, he wondered if they had been transported to another era-a time when gods still walked among men.

But that was a question for later. Right now, survival was the priority.

Shirou pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the task at hand. His crimson jacket, crafted from the Holy Shroud of Tokisada, billowed in the wind as he moved. The shroud wasn't just for show-it provided both physical protection and spiritual reinforcement, shielding him from hostile magecraft and curses alike. Its deep red fabric contrasted sharply with the lush greens and eerie blues of the forest, but Shirou wasn't worried about blending in. He was more concerned with making sure nothing-or no one-got too close to his girls while they were vulnerable.

With practiced ease, he activated his magic circuits, feeling the familiar hum of power coursing through him. Acting quickly, he erected a small bounded field around the clearing, a thin, invisible barrier designed not to repel but to alert. It would serve as a tripwire, warning him of any approaching danger while minimizing the risk of attracting attention. The shoddy field shimmered briefly before settling into place, its presence subtle but effective.

Satisfied with the precaution, Shirou took a final glance at his girlfriends. 'I'll be back soon', he promised silently, his eyes lingering on Sakura for just a moment longer before shifting to Rin and Luvia. The sight of them unconscious, vulnerable in a world they didn't understand, filled him with a steely determination. He couldn't afford to let his guard down-not now. Not ever.

The forest was vast, and he needed to find a safer place for them to recover. Somewhere defensible, where they could regroup and figure out what the hell had happened.

As he moved deeper into the woods, his senses sharpened. The mana-rich air made it easier to trace magical signatures, but it also meant he was more exposed to whatever forces lurked in this world. The trees whispered around him, their leaves rustling like distant voices, and the occasional growl or screech of a beast echoed in the distance.

Shirou's hands hung near his side, ready to trace his blades at a moment's notice. His steps were silent, deliberate, as he scouted ahead. He didn't know what this world had in store for them, but one thing was certain: whatever had brought them here hadn't done so by accident.

...

By the time he'd returned, the girls had fully woken up. Relief washed over him seeing they were unharmed, though his eyes quickly narrowed at the drastic changes in their attire. The clothes they'd worn back in their world were gone, replaced by outfits that radiated both power and mystique.

Rin was the first to catch his attention. She stood with her staff in hand, her usual red and black mage attire replaced by something far more regal-and revealing. She wore an intricate gold and black outfit that left much of her midriff and legs exposed, her arms adorned with golden bands. Her long, dark hair cascaded freely, held in place by an ornate golden crown-like headpiece.

Next, Sakura stood quietly, her violet eyes soft but her presence unmistakably powerful. She wore a deep blue outfit with gold accents, a long, flowing skirt hugging her figure and a matching top that revealed just enough of her midriff to be striking. The delicate golden patterns across the fabric shimmered under the strange forest light, and in her hand, she held a staff with pronged golden tips, the air around it humming with latent magic. Her hair, usually loose, was now partially tied back with an elegant headpiece that matched her outfit.

Finally, Luvia's transformation was perhaps the most shocking of all. The aristocratic grace she always carried was still present, but now amplified by her new attire-a flowing, asymmetrical dress of deep blue with gold geometric designs tracing along the fabric. Her long blonde hair spilled over her shoulders like a golden waterfall, adorned with large, vibrant blue flowers that glowed faintly. The dress was accentuated with floral decorations at her hips and a high slit that revealed her toned legs, her posture exuding confidence and strength. Her sharp gaze met Shirou's, a mix of familiarity and something ancient lurking behind her eyes.

Shirou blinked, his mind racing as he tried to process the surreal changes. Their new appearances weren't just for show-he could feel the raw magical energy radiating from each of them, intertwining with the dense mana that saturated the air around them. Whatever this world was, it had altered them in ways he couldn't yet understand.

"Well," Rin broke the silence, adjusting the golden staff resting against her shoulder, "I assume you've got some answers for us, Shirou."

"Actually, I was hoping you did." Shirou replied, running a hand through his hair, his eyes flicking between the three of them. The surreal sight of their new appearances made it hard to concentrate, but the familiar glint in their eyes-the same spark that had always been there-grounded him.

Rin sighed, rolling her eyes in that signature way of hers, though the usual sharpness was dulled by the tension knotting her shoulders. The golden staff resting against her shoulder felt unnervingly familiar, like an old tool she hadn't realized she'd mastered. The enormous, ornate bow floated behind her, steady and silent, but she could feel it-like it was a part of her, an extension of something deeper she couldn't quite grasp.

"Of course you don't," she muttered under her breath, shifting her weight as if to shake off the strange hum beneath her skin.

Sakura raised her hand timidly, her soft violet eyes flickering with uncertainty. She held herself differently, more poised, like some invisible weight rested on her shoulders. "There's something I'd like to add," she began, her voice gentle but carrying an unexpected confidence. "I can't be the only one who feels this, but... ever since I woke up, I've known things I don't remember learning. And I feel... stronger." She hesitated, glancing down at her hands like she was afraid of what she might see-or remember.

Rin's smirk faded into a thoughtful frown. She flexed her fingers, feeling a faint buzz of energy beneath her skin, like her circuits were constantly active, but this wasn't just magecraft. It was something else. Older. "Come to think of it," she murmured, glancing over her shoulder at the floating bow, "I feel the same way. It's like... I remember being someone else, but it's just out of reach." The words felt strange leaving her mouth, but they fit the nagging feeling in the back of her mind.

"Same here," Luvia agreed, her usual composed elegance tinged with something sharper. She crossed her arms over her chest, her fingers tapping against her sleeves like she was holding back from saying more. "It's not just strength... It's like I've become something more. Like there's another layer to who I am."

Shirou exhaled slowly, his gaze drifting to his hands. They felt different-steadier, more precise. When he clenched his fists, there was a familiarity there, as if he'd spent years honing a skill he didn't consciously remember. The weight of that realization settled over him like a second skin. "Huh, so I'm not the only one then."

A heavy silence settled over the group as they absorbed the implications. The forest around them was unnervingly quiet, the air thick with mana that seemed to pulse in time with their thoughts, like the world itself was aware of their changes.

"This isn't normal," Rin finally said, her voice steady but low, like she was trying to convince herself as much as the others. "Something happened to us. I don't know what, but it's not just random." She glanced at the others, her eyes narrowing. "We're not the same people we were yesterday."

Sakura nodded slowly, her expression unreadable. "I can feel it too... like there's something inside me, but it's buried deep. I don't know if it's a memory or something else, but it's there." She shivered slightly, but whether from fear or something else, she couldn't say.

Luvia's eyes flicked to Shirou, sharp and inquisitive. "Then the question is, what did happen to us? And why?"

Shirou met their gazes, his own thoughts spinning. He didn't have answers-only more questions-but the determination in his chest burned bright. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice firm despite the uncertainty, "but we'll figure it out. Together."

Rin's smirk returned, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "You'd better be right, Shirou. Otherwise, you're explaining why you woke up with all the answers missing."

Sakura chuckled softly, the sound light but distant, as if part of her wasn't fully present. "And why we feel like strangers in our own bodies."

Luvia tilted her head slightly, her usual grace laced with something harder. "We'd better hope the answers come soon."

Shirou chuckled despite the tension, shaking his head. "Great. So no pressure, right?"

Rin sighed again, shaking her head, though there was a faint smirk on her lips. "You always liked a challenge."

"That I do." Shirou chuckled, before jerking his thumb over his shoulder. "But in other news, I think I saw some sort of village not far from here."

That got their attention.

"A village?" Luvia asked, tilting her head slightly. "What kind?"

Shirou shrugged. "Hard to say, but they sort of looked like goblins to me."

Rin frowned. "Goblins?" She exchanged glances with Sakura and Luvia. "Are you sure?"

"Well, they were short, had greenish skin, and were walking around like a proper community. But they didn't look as scrawny or pathetic as you'd expect from, you know, typical goblins in fantasy stories." He scratched his head. "Actually, some of them looked pretty strong."

Sakura folded her arms, deep in thought. "If they have a proper village, that means they're at least somewhat organized. Maybe they're intelligent enough to talk to."

Luvia tapped her chin. "If they are evolved monsters, they might be more than simple beasts. Either way, if they have a settlement, they may have information we need."

"Or they could just be desperate and living out in the open because they don't have a choice," Rin muttered. "Still, it's our best lead so far."

Shirou nodded. "Right. We check it out, but we stay cautious. No need to rush in without knowing what we're dealing with."

Sakura shifted slightly, glancing at the others. "If they're really goblins, we should be careful. In most stories, goblins are either weak and cowardly or violent and cruel."

Luvia, arms still crossed, smirked. "And which category do you think these ones fall into?"

Shirou, who had been watching the distant wisps of smoke curling above the treetops, shifted his gaze back to the group. "They didn't look like the goblins you hear about in stories."

Rin raised an eyebrow. "Meaning?"

He exhaled, crossing his arms as he organized his thoughts. "For one, they weren't skulking around or acting like scavengers. They moved with purpose. I saw them carrying supplies, reinforcing buildings, even patrolling the area. That's not something you'd expect from cowardly or mindless creatures."

Luvia tilted her head. "So, they have structure?"

"More than that," Shirou continued. "They were training. I saw a group sparring in an open space near the center of the village, and it wasn't just wild flailing. They had technique. Some were using spears, others had bows. And the way they interacted... they weren't afraid of each other. No bullying or infighting. If anything, they were disciplined."

Sakura furrowed her brows. "That's... not what I expected."

"Neither did I," Shirou admitted. "But if they're that organized, it means they have leadership. Someone is guiding them."

Rin frowned, tapping a finger against her staff as she processed Shirou's words. "That doesn't match up with what I know about goblins. They're supposed to be chaotic, self-serving, and generally a menace to anything that isn't them."

Luvia hummed thoughtfully, brushing a stray lock of golden hair behind her ear. "Yet these ones are acting more like a proper militia than a band of wild animals. Curious."

Sakura folded her hands together, a small crease forming between her brows. "If they have discipline and leadership, does that mean they're more intelligent than normal goblins? Or could something have changed them?"

Shirou shook his head. "I don't know. But they weren't acting like mindless beasts or typical raiders. They worked together, helped each other. Some of them even looked like they were standing guard, keeping watch over the village's perimeter. If they were just a group of weak creatures scraping by, I wouldn't expect that level of coordination."

Rin sighed, rolling her shoulders. "Well, that makes things trickier. Organized or not, we have no idea how they'll react to us."

"Which is exactly why we proceed with caution," Shirou said firmly. "If they're peaceful, we don't want to start a fight for no reason. But if they see us as a threat..." His voice trailed off, but the meaning was clear.

Luvia smirked. "Then we remind them why that would be a mistake."

Sakura shot her a wary glance. "Let's... try to avoid that if possible."

Shirou nodded. "Agreed. If they have a leader, talking things out might be an option. We just need to approach carefully, show that we aren't enemies."

Rin folded her arms, glancing in the direction of the village. "I'm not opposed to diplomacy, but if they even look like they're about to attack, I'm not hesitating."

"No one's asking you to," Shirou reassured her. "Let's just be smart about this. We're walking into the unknown, and we need to be ready for anything."

Sakura exhaled, adjusting the sleeves of her outfit. "Then we should get going. The longer we stand here, the more we risk them noticing us first." She made a face as she realised something, "Wait, where's Rider?"

...

Meanwhile, in the large bustling medieval city of Lura, the streets was lively with activity, the hum of voices blending with the clatter of wooden carts and the rhythmic stomp of armored boots against cobblestone roads. Merchants shouted their wares from colorful stalls, the scent of fresh bread and roasted meat wafting through the air. Towering stone buildings framed the scene, their weathered facades giving the city an ancient yet well-kept charm.

Amidst the crowd, three ten-year-old girls stood out like lost lambs in a wolf's den.

Miyu's deep violet eyes darted around, her normally calm expression betraying a flicker of unease. The sheer scale of the city was overwhelming, with towering walls and unfamiliar architecture unlike anything she had seen before. Even the air smelled different, laced with foreign spices and the lingering scent of metal and oil from the many blacksmith stalls they had passed.

Illya, standing beside her, fidgeted with the hem of her dress, her crimson eyes wide with uncertainty. "Miyu?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Where... are we?"

"I don't know," Miyu admitted, her fingers tightening slightly around the small bag she carried. "But this isn't Fuyuki."

Kuro, the third of their group, sighed dramatically, placing a hand on her hip. "Well, no kidding! Unless I missed the part where Fuyuki suddenly got a medieval makeover and ditched all modern technology."

Illya swallowed, looking around nervously. The people here wore thick cloaks and tunics, leather boots and armor, some carrying weapons openly as if it were the most normal thing in the world. There wasn't a single car, telephone pole, or sign of electricity in sight. It was like they had been dropped into a fantasy novel.

"Okay, so... we're definitely not home," Illya said, forcing herself to stay calm. "Which means... we need to figure out where we are."

Miyu nodded, scanning the street for any signs of useful information. "We should start by gathering information. Finding an inn or a tavern might be our best bet."

Illya was about to agree when a loud, excited voice suddenly rang out from the crowd.

"Illya?!?"

Before she or the others could react, she was swept up in a crushing bear hug, arms wrapping around her so tightly that she could barely breathe.

"M-Mom?!" Illya gasped, blinking in shock as she found herself smothered against soft fabric.

Kuro and Miyu barely had time to react before they, too, were pulled into the embrace. Kuro, despite her usual confidence, looked thoroughly caught off guard, while Miyu-who rarely showed strong emotions-was stiff as a board.

After a moment, the grip loosened, allowing Illya to pull back slightly. She finally got a good look at the person hugging her-her mother, Irisviel von Einzbern, beaming at her as if this were the happiest moment of her life.

"Wha-how?!" Illya stammered, her brain struggling to catch up. "Wait-who are they?!" she asked, glancing at the unfamiliar faces standing behind her mother.

Irisviel chuckled, clearly delighted by her reaction. "Oh, just some new friends I ran into while looking for you!" She gestured to the tall woman standing beside her. "Illya, Kuro, Miyu, meet Rider!"

Illya's eyes widened as she looked up at the imposing yet elegant woman. Rider stood with a calm but imposing presence, clad in a revealing yet regal black outfit with armored accents. Her long, violet hair cascaded down her back in waves, and despite the black eye mask covering her eyes, Illya could feel an almost supernatural sharpness in her gaze.

Rider inclined her head slightly. "It is a pleasure to meet you properly."

Illya felt an odd sense of familiarity but couldn't quite place it. "R-Rider...?" she echoed hesitantly.

Kuro nudged her. "You're seriously telling me you don't recognize her? Look at her, Illya-she screams Servant."

Before Illya could respond, Irisviel grinned mischievously and pointed behind Rider. "And I'm sure you already recognize the girls behind her, don't you?"

Illya's eyes widened as she followed her mother's gesture.

Standing just behind Rider was a group of familiar faces-her friends from school. Tatsuko, Nanaki, and Suzuka, all looking just as bewildered as she was.

"Tatsuko?!" Illya blurted out.

The excitable girl waved enthusiastically. "Illya~! You have no idea how weird this place is! But don't worry, we totally didn't get kidnapped or anything!"

Nanaki, ever the calm one, adjusted her glasses and sighed. "That's not exactly reassuring, Tatsuko..."

Suzuka, arms crossed, smirked. "Took you long enough to show up. We were starting to think we'd be stuck in this weird city alone."

Illya could barely believe what she was seeing. Not only was her mother here, but her friends as well?! How did this even happen?

And just when she thought she had reached her limit of surprises for the day, another voice joined the conversation.

"Ahem. While this is touching and all, perhaps we should move somewhere less public before we start drawing too much attention."

Illya turned toward the new speaker-only for her jaw to nearly drop.

Standing slightly apart from the others was a tall woman with short, strikingly red hair, clad in what looked like a form-fitting battle suit. She had a sharp, no-nonsense gaze that practically screamed professional mercenary.

"B-Bazett?!" Illya gawked.

Bazett Fraga McRemitz, a high-ranking Enforcer from the Mage's Association, crossed her arms and nodded curtly. "Good to see you in one piece."

Illya just stared, completely overwhelmed. First her mom, then Rider, then her school friends... and now Bazett?!

Kuro whistled lowly. "Okay, now I'm convinced we've fallen into some kind of ridiculous storybook scenario."

Illya couldn't exactly blame her. In the span of a few minutes, they had gone from being lost in an unfamiliar city to reuniting with her mother, a Servant, her school friends, and Bazett, of all people. It was like something straight out of a dream-or maybe a bizarre fever-induced nightmare.

Before anyone could respond, a sudden flicker of red and blue light pulsed in the air beside them.

"Uuuuggghhh... What happened? I feel like I got hit by a Reality Marble."

"Ruby?!" Illya gasped, eyes snapping to the source of the voice.

Floating in midair, her Kaleidostick, Magical Ruby, wobbled slightly as if shaking off dizziness. The crystalline core of the staff flickered as she fully regained consciousness.

Right beside her, Magical Sapphire hummed to life, her more composed voice sounding slightly strained. "Apologies, Miyu. It appears we were rendered unconscious due to an external magical disturbance. We have just now recovered functionality."

Kuro raised an eyebrow. "Wait, so even you two got knocked out? That's new."

Ruby twirled slightly, her gemstone core flashing. "Ugh, tell me about it! One moment I'm attached to my lovely Illya, and the next thing I know, poof! Lights out! Like some cheap third-rate sleep spell! How rude!"

Illya crossed her arms. "At least you're awake now."

Sapphire tilted slightly toward Miyu. "It would be wise to analyze our surroundings and assess any potential magical interference. We must determine how and why we were brought here."

Illya groaned. "Yeah, you and me both."

Kuro smirked, arms crossed as she tilted her head. "Well, at least now we have talking magical sticks again. That's gotta count for something, right?"

Before anyone could respond, her sharp gaze caught a glint of familiar magic in Miyu's hands. Her smirk faltered slightly as she narrowed her eyes at the Class Cards neatly stacked in her friend's grip.

Wait... when did she get those?

Her gaze flicked back to the group of girls standing behind Irisviel. They were watching the whole exchange with expressions that were... unsettlingly calm. Even Bazett, someone who should have been the most cautious about magic suddenly appearing in front of civilians, seemed completely unfazed.

Frowning, Kuro placed a hand on her hip and pointed a finger at them. "Alright, hold up. I get that we've been dealing with crazy stuff since the moment we woke up, but..." She waved her hand vaguely at the Class Cards and the floating Kaleidosticks. "You guys seem to be taking this way too well for a bunch of people who've just been exposed to the world of magic."

The girls exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of hesitation and silent understanding.

Finally, one of them-Tatsuko-gave a sheepish laugh, scratching the back of her head. "Uh... well... It's not that shocking, y'know?"

Mimi nodded eagerly beside her. "Yeah, after everything we've seen in our city, this kinda just feels like the next weird step."

Suzuka, the more composed of the group, crossed her arms with a knowing smirk. "Honestly? After hanging out with Illya for so long, I think we all just assumed she was hiding something weird about her life. Turns out we were right."

Illya, who had been standing there nervously, froze at that. "W-Wait, what?! You guys suspected something?!"

Tatsuko gave an exaggerated shrug. "I mean, you are weird, Illya."

"I am not weird!" Illya protested, cheeks puffing up.

Suzuka grinned. "Says the girl with a talking magic stick."

"Hey! I take offense to that!" Ruby whined, spinning dramatically in the air.

Bazett, who had been silently observing, finally stepped forward, her piercing gaze shifting toward Miyu's Class Cards. "Regardless of their reaction, what I want to know is why Miyu has those. They shouldn't be here unless we were brought into another Holy Grail-related incident."

Miyu frowned, looking down at the cards in her hands. "I... don't know. They were with me when I woke up."

Caren, who had been standing quietly beside Bazett, finally sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "As much as I loathe to admit it, this situation is giving me déjà vu."

Kuro crossed her arms. "So, just to recap: We wake up in a weird medieval city, our magical sticks were mysteriously unconscious, Miyu somehow has Class Cards, and our lovely audience here," she gestured to the girls, "isn't even remotely freaked out about all this. Did I miss anything?"

"Hmm..." Tatsuko tapped her chin. "You forgot the part where Illya's mom apparently made a new friend."

All eyes turned toward Rider, who had been standing silently at Irisviel's side this whole time, her tall form wrapped in a flowing cloak with her iconic blindfold covering her eyes.

Illya, now incredibly overwhelmed, threw her hands in the air. "Okay, seriously! What is happening?!"

Irisviel simply smiled, patting her daughter's head. "That's what we're going to find out, dear."
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Finally finished! What do you guys think for this first chapter?

Now some clarifications for this story, I'm using Heaven's Feel Route for the main cast of characters, so Sakura is the main girl he's dating but this version of him has a harem because good lord that man needs all the types of love he can get as such he will add more girls to his harem as the story goes on.

Servants will be in this story with most of them being scattered across the world of Tensura with those capable of being Demi servants being bounded to their counterparts which is why Rin, Sakura and Luvia are wearing their servant outfits. Shirou also got the same treatment.

As the story goes on, I will include more elements from other animes, mostly characters like the cat girl Fran from the Reincarnated Sword anime. Weapons, skills and characters will be brought as I see fit.

Additionally, some characters have had theirs souls overlapped with over versions of themselves, so for Shirou, he has bits of Senji servant and Alter Ego self included, Miyuverse, Illyaverse, UBW, Servant and Alter selves merged into him but he won't gain their memories all at once but gradually through his dreams and it affects his powers making him stronger.

This Shirou is a Hommonculus, thanks to Heaven's Feel Illya's spell but this had the additional affect of removing the atrophy on his magic circuits. Also because this Shirou never used his Reality Marble, he hasn't developed his own Aria for it so his one will be developed as time goes on. Also because he is a hommonculus, he's body will be affected by Tensura's world and because he still has Ascalon (which is still connected to Avalon), having never given it back in the Heaven's Feel route, the effects will allow his body to develope some new abilities. Also Eroge Protagonist EX skill still exists to expect a massive, and I mean massive harem for him. Gotta keep the joke going you know. It wouldn't be Shirou without him being extremely nice, so do expect some kids getting adopted as well like Fran or the Mergirl Miyu from Arifureta and that Teifling Radomira.

In terms of Servants, they'll be blasted across all of Tensura and will be in specific class forms, so Artoria is in her Saber Lilly form and Gilgamesh is in his Caster form but that doesn't mean they're limited to that classes capabilities. Although, Artoria is an exception and will gradually turn into her Saber form then her Lancer form as the story progresses. Meaning all Servants will retain skills from all their classes while staying to one of their class forms.

And that's it! I went on a bit of a tangent inside this note but that's cause I got carried away. Any way, how was this chapter?

Have a good one!