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

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

The oath had been spoken.

The past was behind him.

And now—

He belonged to no one but himself.

The weight of his own choice settled deep within him.

But instead of feeling like a burden—

It felt like freedom.

For the first time, he was not a tool.

Not a nameless blade meant only for war.

He was a warrior.

A warrior of Echigo.

And soon—

The world would come to know it.

Uesugi Kenshin stood before him, arms folded.

His expression was calm, but watchful.

"You have taken the oath."

"Now comes the next step."

The warrior met his gaze.

He knew what Kenshin meant.

Words alone did not make a warrior.

Only battle could prove his worth.

"You have fought as a weapon before."

"Now, you will fight as a warrior with purpose."

"Are you ready?"

The warrior exhaled slowly.

Then he nodded.

"Yes."

Because the truth was—

He had been ready for this moment his entire life.

Kenshin turned, walking toward the table where a map of Echigo lay open.

His finger traced a mountain pass to the west.

"There have been disturbances near the border."

"Bandits. Mercenaries. Small skirmishes."

"Nothing on the level of war—yet."

The warrior listened carefully.

"You will take a small group of soldiers and assess the situation."

"Eliminate any threats."

"And prove that you are not just a survivor—"

"But a warrior who belongs here."

The words held weight.

This was a test.

Not of loyalty.

But of who he had become.

The warrior gripped the hilt of his sword.

This time—

He was not being sent to kill for someone else's ambition.

This time, he had a reason to fight.

"Understood."

Kenshin nodded.

"Then go."

"And let the battlefield be your answer."

As he stepped out of the chamber, the wind whispered against his skin.

The soldiers of Echigo watched him carefully.

They did not fully accept him yet.

But that did not matter.

Because soon—

They would see for themselves what he was capable of.

He had chosen his path.

Now, he would prove it.

And so, without hesitation—

He took his first step forward.

Not as a tool.Not as a nameless shadow.

But as a warrior of Echigo.

And nothing would take that away from him again.

[Fated Death: Rewritten.] You have received your first mission as a warrior of Echigo. You will fight not as a weapon, but as your own person. Your next battle will define your place in this new future.

The war is coming.

But this time, you will meet it on your own terms.