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

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

The battlefield had fallen silent.

The snow, once pristine, was now stained with blood.

Takeda Harunobu sat atop his horse, gazing at the silver-haired boy who stood among the dead.

His warriors, his handpicked men, lay motionless at the boy's feet.

And yet—

There was no anger in his eyes.

Only amusement.

And something far worse.

Expectation.

"You have grown."

Harunobu's voice was calm.

"Stronger. Faster. More ruthless."

"Just as I trained you to be."

The boy said nothing.

His blade remained raised, steady despite the weight of battle.

Because he knew.

This was not a conversation.

This was a test.

Harunobu's eyes narrowed.

"So tell me—"

"Did you think you could simply walk away?"

"That I would let you go?"

The boy's grip tightened.

Because deep down—

He had always known this moment would come.

The Tiger of Kai was not a man who let go of what was his.

And in Harunobu's mind—

The boy had never been anything else.

"You were my sword."

Harunobu's voice was quiet, yet sharp.

"My weapon."

"And yet, here you are—wielding that blade against me."

His smile did not fade.

"Do you believe you can kill me?"

The boy did not answer.

Because the truth was—

He did not know.

Could he kill Takeda Harunobu?

Could he cut down the man who had forged him into what he was today?

The thought had never crossed his mind.

Until now.

Harunobu's hand moved toward his own sword.

"I will give you one last chance."

"Kneel."

"Swear your loyalty once more."

"And I will forgive your betrayal."

The boy's heartbeat slowed.

His breath steadied.

And then—

He spoke.

"No."

"I am no longer your sword."

"I am no longer yours."

The words rippled through the battlefield like a storm.

Harunobu's smile finally faded.

And for the first time—

His hand tightened around his sword hilt.

"So be it."

"Then die as a nameless traitor."

Harunobu moved first.

A single step—

And the air shattered.

His sword flashed like lightning, faster than the boy had ever seen.

This was not a test.

Not a lesson.

This was a killing blow.

Because in that instant—

Takeda Harunobu was not his former master.

He was not his teacher.

He was the Tiger of Kai.

And he had come to end this fight.

The boy's instincts screamed.

Move.

Now.

And in that moment—

He raised his blade to meet the full force of the Tiger's wrath.

[Fated Death: Reaching Its Climax.]

You have defied Takeda Harunobu. You have rejected your past. Now, you must fight for your future.

The Tiger does not forgive.

And he does not leave unfinished battles.