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

Echigo Province – The Road to Kasugayama Castle, Year 9 of Tenbun (1540 AD)

The road was long and quiet.

The echoes of battle had faded into the distance.

Takeda Harunobu was gone.

And for the first time, he was not looking over his shoulder.

No chains.No master.No fate written for him.

He was free.

And yet—

There was an unfamiliar weight in his chest.

Because freedom was not the same as purpose.

And for the first time in his life—

He had no master to tell him what came next.

"You are thinking too much."

Uesugi Kenshin's words were calm, but knowing.

They had been walking for hours, the snow-covered mountains giving way to forests and rivers.

The boy glanced at him but did not answer.

Because Kenshin was right.

There was too much in his mind.

He had won his battle.

He had defied the Tiger of Kai.

But now—

Now he was just a warrior without a cause.

And for someone who had always been used as a weapon,

That was more terrifying than battle itself.

Kenshin studied him carefully.

Then, with a faint smile—

"Good."

The boy blinked.

"Good?"

"Yes."

"It means you are finally thinking for yourself."

The boy hesitated.

Because he had never truly done that before.

Never needed to.

But now, he had no other choice.

"What will you do now?"

The question hung between them.

A choice.

A simple one—

But one that carried the weight of his entire existence.

"I don't know yet."

The words came slowly.

But unlike before—

He did not say them out of doubt.

He said them because he knew the answer would come with time.

He did not need to decide everything in one moment.

He had time to figure it out.

For the first time—

The future was truly his.

Kenshin's gaze softened.

"Then keep walking."

"Your path is yours to carve."

And for once—

The boy felt no fear in that truth.

Only possibility.

And that—

That was enough.

For now.

[Fated Death: Shattered.] You have chosen to walk forward, even without knowing where it leads. You are no longer a blade without a will. You are a warrior without a master—and that is enough.

The war is far from over.

But this time, it will be on your terms.