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

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

The halls of Kasugayama Castle were quiet.

Not with idleness—

But with preparation.

War was coming.

And for the first time—

He would face it as himself.

"The Takeda are moving."

Uesugi Kenshin's words were calm, measured.

A single sentence.

And yet—

It carried the weight of everything.

The warrior stood before him, silent.

"Harunobu will not march yet."

"But he is testing the borders."

"He is looking for weakness."

Kenshin's sharp gaze narrowed.

"He will not find it."

The warrior nodded.

"What do you require of me?"

Not as a servant.

Not as a tool.

But as a warrior of Echigo.

Kenshin's smile was faint.

"I have given you a place."

"Now, you must prove you are worthy of it."

He gestured to the map before him.

A single village, marked in red.

"Go."

"Defend it."

"And let the battlefield speak for you."

The warrior departed without hesitation.

The warriors of Echigo rode beside him.

Not as strangers.Not as doubters.

But as comrades.

Because now—

He was no longer a nameless blade.

He was one of them.

And this battle—

This battle would prove it.

The Storm on the Horizon

The village lay ahead.

Smoke rose in the distance.

The enemy was already there.

Waiting.

Ready.

The warrior tightened his grip on his blade.

Because soon—

The world would learn his name.

Not as Takeda's lost sword.Not as a shadow of the past.

But as the warrior he had chosen to become.

And as the first cries of war rang through the air—

He charged forward to carve his name in history.

[Fated Death: Forgotten.] You have been given your first true battle as a warrior of Echigo. The Takeda are testing the borders—you are the answer to them. The battlefield will decide your worth.

The war is no longer in the distance.

It has arrived.