Abnormality In Type-Moon: Madness Of Animeverse

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Let me tell you a story about a certain man.

This man experienced despair not once but three times in his life.

He was born during the early Edo period, in the Shimabara region of Kyushu.

His family were farmers. They lived modestly but peacefully with his parents at home—such was his life before adulthood.

But the early Edo period brought calamity to Shimabara. A famine struck, leaving the fields barren, the roads littered with emaciated corpses. Desperate parents traded children for food, creating a scene of unspeakable tragedy.

Even amidst such misery, the tyrannical and greedy lord, Matsui Shigemasa, mercilessly enforced exorbitant taxes, caring not for the survival of his people. His actions plunged the region into chaos.

The land teemed with bandits turned rebels, murderers without remorse, and bloodthirsty ronin who attacked anyone in sight. The people of Shimabara were driven to the brink of ruin.

The man's village became yet another sacrifice to this cruel era.

When he returned to his village, all he found were charred remains and corpses scattered across the ground.

His father, his mother, and the familiar faces of the villagers—all of them were dead, claimed by the inferno that consumed his home.

This was the first despair he experienced: the agony of losing everyone he held dear.

The man wept bitterly, but no amount of grief could bring his loved ones back.

Overwhelmed by sorrow and aimlessness, he left his hometown.

By then, Shimabara was no place for farmers. The famine and taxes had stripped away even the slightest chance of survival.

And just when things couldn't seem worse, the shogunate issued the "Prohibition of Christianity," decreeing that anyone who failed to renounce their faith within two months would face execution.

Christianity had spread widely in the Shimabara region since its introduction. The people—farmers, merchants, and even wandering samurai—held their faith dearly.

To the impoverished Shimabara people, who had already lost so much to famine and taxes, this was the final straw. Their last solace, their faith, was being forcibly taken from them.

Unable to endure further, the people rose in rebellion.

Leading them was a boy of only sixteen, Amakusa Shirou Tokisada. Renowned for his wisdom and rumored to possess miraculous powers, he was said to bring the dead back to life and mend shattered bones.

Amakusa's arrival felt like divine intervention to the oppressed Christians.

And perhaps it was.

He performed what many regarded as miracles—healing the wounded, walking on water. Amakusa quickly became revered as the "Son of God" and a "Saint," taking his place as the leader of the rebellion.

This peasant uprising became known as the Shimabara Rebellion.

The man joined the rebellion and became one of Amakusa's close aides. He witnessed Amakusa's "miracles" firsthand, feeling deeply moved and believing they were blessings from God.

It was only years later that he realized they were merely the natural talents of an extraordinary individual.

At first, the rebellion achieved victory after victory, with just 30,000 fighters repeatedly defeating a shogunate army of 120,000.

But their success didn't last.

The tide turned.

Fearful of the rebels, the shogunate dispatched a seasoned general to crush them. After two months of siege, with no food or water, betrayal sealed their fate. The rebellion was utterly annihilated.

Shimabara Castle, sheltering over 30,000 men, women, and children, burned in a single devastating fire.

Among the dead were villagers who had suffered under famine and taxes, ronin who had opposed the faith ban, and the revered leader Amakusa Shirou. Even elderly men, women, and children—innocent lives—perished in the flames.

The man survived, but only barely.

"You must live on," Amakusa told him, helping him feign death to escape the massacre. Amakusa himself walked into the flames, joining his people in their fiery end.

This was the second despair the man faced.

Watching comrades who shared his ideals—and the countless innocents they swore to protect—burn to ash before his eyes.

Feigning death, he stumbled out of Shimabara, numb and broken.

In just thirty years of life, he had lost everyone who loved him and everyone he loved. His home, his people, his purpose—all reduced to smoke and ash.

For nearly four centuries, he wandered like an empty shell.

He couldn't understand why Amakusa spared him. What was the value of his survival? A man like him brought only misfortune to those around him. Why had he been the one to live while everyone else perished?

In his aimless wandering, he unwittingly delved into the world of magecraft.

He tried countless things. He longed to see his parents again, to recreate the past using magecraft—but failed. He attempted to summon the spirits of Amakusa and his comrades to ask the questions that haunted him—but failed.

Failure became his only companion.

Before he knew it, nearly 400 years had passed. The world changed beyond recognition.

By the late 20th century, he still hadn't succeeded at anything he set out to do.

——Until that night.

A flood of black mud erupted from Fuyuki City, spreading like wildfire across Japan. In a single year, it engulfed the globe, leaving a trail of devastation. The land burned for a year, poisoned and ruined. Humanity retreated to fortified bases, while monstrous beasts claimed the wilderness.

The world took an unexpected, irreversible turn, plunging into chaos.

Using his connections within the Mage's Association, the man traveled to Fuyuki and saw the source of this catastrophe: the Greater Grail.

He and many other magi conducted experiments on the Grail, but their conclusion was grim.

No one could use the corrupted Grail. Even the most skilled magus would succumb to its curse before achieving anything.

But as he stared at the Grail, a thought struck him—a thought that made his soul tremble.

"If it were Amakusa-sama…"

Yes.

A normal magus couldn't use the Grail, but what about Amakusa Shirou's innate talent?

Amakusa could bend magical foundations to his will, turning them into his tools. If he could use that talent, even at a distance, he could harness the power of the Grail.

The key was replicating Amakusa's ability—not through direct contact, but by embedding it into Mystic Eyes.

With such eyes, the Grail's power could be wielded safely.

The man—Chiyouemon—felt his entire being quake with newfound purpose.

"Amakusa-sama, I've found my calling!"

Tears streamed down his face as clarity swept over him.

For four centuries, he had lived burdened by guilt, but now he had found his mission.

Everyone else was gone.

His parents, his comrades, his villagers, even Amakusa—they were all dead.

But because he survived, he bore the responsibility of living for their sake.

His purpose was clear:

He would harness the Grail.

He would save the world.

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