In the Type-Moon World, I Have the Holy Evil Simulator

Echigo Province – The Mountain Pass, Year 9 of Tenbun (1540 AD)

The world blurred into motion.

Steel met steel.

The impact of their blades sent a sharp, ringing cry through the frozen air.

Takeda Harunobu's first strike carried the full weight of his strength.

It was not a warning.

Not a test.

It was a killing blow.

Because the moment the boy refused to kneel—

He had become an enemy.

And the Tiger of Kai did not tolerate enemies.

The force of Harunobu's strike sent him sliding back through the snow.

His arms shook from the impact.

His lungs burned with the cold.

But he did not fall.

Not yet.

"Not bad."

Harunobu's voice was calm.

"You blocked it."

"But that was only the beginning."

The boy barely had time to breathe before Harunobu attacked again.

Faster.

Sharper.

More relentless.

Each swing pushed him further back, forcing him to react on instinct alone.

Harunobu had taught him everything he knew.

And now—

The Tiger was using that knowledge to kill him.

The warriors who had survived watched in stunned silence.

The battle was beyond anything they had ever seen.

Harunobu's swordplay was flawless.

Every move calculated.

Every attack perfectly timed.

But the boy—

The boy who had once fought in his name—

He was keeping up.

Barely.

But he was still standing.

And that—

That was something no one had expected.

A sudden shift.

Harunobu's blade came in low—

Then twisted up in a sharp arc.

Too fast to react.

The boy barely managed to turn his body—

But pain erupted across his side.

A clean slice through his armor.

The world lurched.

His breath hitched.

And blood spilled onto the snow.

Harunobu did not stop.

"You're hesitating."

His voice was calm.

"You are fighting to survive."

"I am fighting to kill."

"That is the difference between us."

The boy gritted his teeth.

Because Harunobu was right.

The Tiger of Kai did not hesitate.

He fought with absolute conviction.

If the boy wanted to live—

Then he could no longer hold back.

He had to become something more.

The next attack came—

And this time, the boy did not retreat.

He stepped forward.

Through the pain.

Through the fear.

Through the fate that had chained him to the past.

Harunobu's sword swung toward his throat—

And in that moment—

The boy moved faster than he ever had before.

A sharp pivot.

A clean sidestep.

And then—

For the first time—

His blade struck true.

A thin line of red appeared across Harunobu's cheek.

A shallow cut.

Barely a wound.

But enough.

Enough to prove one thing.

The boy who had once been a nameless blade—

Was no longer just a weapon.

He had become something else.

Something even the Tiger of Kai had not foreseen.

Harunobu stared at him.

For the first time—

His expression was unreadable.

Then—

Slowly, deliberately—

He wiped the blood from his cheek.

And he laughed.

"Interesting."

"Very interesting."

The warriors around them shivered.

Because that was not a laugh of anger.

It was a laugh of excitement.

Because Takeda Harunobu had just found an opponent worth killing.

And now—

The true battle would begin.

[Fated Death: Reaching Its Climax.]You have landed a strike on Takeda Harunobu.You are no longer fighting as a student, but as an equal.The Tiger has acknowledged you—now he will fight to end you.

And this time, he will not hold back.