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

Echigo Province – Border Village, Year 9 of Tenbun (1540 AD)

The village burned.

Smoke coiled into the sky, dark and thick, choking the air.

Screams echoed between the wooden houses, drowned by the roar of battle.

The enemy was already here.

The Takeda had made their move.

And now—

It was his turn to answer.

"Form ranks!"

Sakai Nobuhisa's voice cut through the chaos.

The warriors of Echigo rallied, steel drawn.

But the enemy had momentum.

The Takeda mercenaries charged, ruthless and efficient.

This was not a battle of strategy.

This was a test of survival.

And in the heart of it—

The warrior moved.

The first enemy came fast.

But not fast enough.

His blade carved through flesh and bone.

A spray of red.

A body collapsed at his feet.

Another enemy lunged—

He pivoted, sword flashing.

Steel met steel.

Then one strike, clean and final.

The enemy fell.

More came.

He welcomed them.

Because this battle—

This moment—

Would define him.

Not as a tool.Not as someone's shadow.

But as a warrior of Echigo.

The world blurred into motion and blood.

The ground beneath him became slick with bodies.

Every strike held weight.

Every step forward was a challenge.

But he did not falter.

Because this time—

He fought for something real.

Not for orders.Not for a master.

But for the warrior he had chosen to be.

And by the time the dust settled—

The battlefield was his.

The village still burned—

But the enemy was retreating.

They had come to test the Uesugi's borders.

Instead—

They had found him.

And today—

He had given them their answer.

The warriors of Echigo stared at him.

Not as an outsider.

Not as a runaway from the Takeda.

But as one of them.

And when Sakai Nobuhisa finally spoke—

His voice carried something different.

Respect.

"Not bad."

"Not bad at all."

The warrior said nothing.

Because he did not need to.

The battlefield had spoken for him.

And for the first time—

It had spoken his name.

[Fated Death: Buried.] You have fought your first true battle as a warrior of Echigo. The Takeda have tested your borders— and they have failed. Your name is no longer lost to history— it is written in war.

The enemy will return.

But next time, they will know exactly who they are facing.