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

Echigo Province – Kasugayama Castle, Year 8 of Tenbun (1539 AD)

For the first time in his life—

Yuki did not know what to do.

A sword does not hesitate.A sword does not question.

A sword exists only to kill.

And yet—

When Uesugi Kenshin stood before him unarmed,

He had been unable to strike.

He had hesitated.

Which meant—

Perhaps he was not just a sword after all.

Days passed.

Yuki did not leave Kasugayama Castle.

He did not return to Kai.

He did not write to Harunobu.

He simply stayed.

Not because he was forced to.

But because—

For the first time, he wanted to see where this path led.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the mountains,

Kenshin found Yuki sitting alone in the courtyard.

"You have not left."

Yuki glanced up.

"You have not told me to leave."

Kenshin smiled faintly.

"No. I have not."

The two sat in silence for a while.

Watching the wind carry the autumn leaves across the stone paths.

And then—

Kenshin spoke.

"Do you know the story of Bishamonten?"

Yuki shook his head.

"He is the God of War," Kenshin said, his voice steady.

"But he is not a god of conquest."

"He does not fight for himself."

"He fights only to protect."

Yuki's red eyes flickered.

"A warrior who does not fight for himself?"

"Yes."

Kenshin's gaze was unreadable.

"You call yourself a sword. A weapon."

"But even weapons can choose who they protect."

"Even a blade can be more than something that simply kills."

"But to do that—"

"You must choose a name beyond the sword."

"A name?"

Yuki frowned.

"I already have a name."

"No."

Kenshin's voice was calm, but firm.

"Your name was given to you by others."

"By a father who abandoned you.""By men who feared you.""By a master who used you."

"You have never chosen a name for yourself."

"You have never claimed your own existence."

The wind whispered through the courtyard.

For a long moment, Yuki said nothing.

Because—

Kenshin was right.

He had always been named by others.

He had never once claimed his own identity.

And for the first time—

He wondered what it would feel like to belong to himself.

To be something more than just a sword.

[Fated Death: Progressing.]You have begun to question your identity.You have been given the chance to choose your own path.Fate wavers… but death still lingers.