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

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

The battle was over.

The village still smoldered, black smoke curling into the cold air.

But the enemy was gone.

And he—

He was still standing.

For the first time, he had fought not as someone's blade, not as a tool—

But as a warrior of Echigo.

And now, the battlefield had acknowledged him.

So had the men around him.

The warriors of Echigo watched him.

Measured. Calculating.

Not with suspicion—

But with understanding.

Because today, he had proven himself.

Not with words.Not with loyalty.

But with blood and steel.

"You held your ground well."

Sakai Nobuhisa's voice was even, but his smirk held approval.

"Not bad for a man without a past."

The warrior met his gaze.

"I don't need a past."

"I have a future."

Sakai laughed.

"Hah. Well said."

And just like that—

He was no longer an outsider.

The journey back to Kasugayama Castle was different this time.

The men who once walked ahead of him, apart from him—

Now rode beside him.

Not as strangers.Not as skeptics.

But as comrades.

Because now—

He belonged.

Uesugi Kenshin was waiting.

As he stepped into the war chamber, the Dragon of Echigo studied him.

Not as a runaway.Not as a ghost of the past.

But as a warrior.

"You fought well."

Not a compliment.

A statement of fact.

The warrior nodded.

"The enemy was testing our borders."

"They will try again."

Kenshin's lips curled slightly.

"Yes. And next time, they will be prepared."

"But so will we."

A pause.

Then—

"And you? Are you prepared for what comes next?"

The warrior did not hesitate.

"Always."

Kenshin smiled.

"Good."

"Then rest."

"Because war waits for no one."

And the warrior—

The man who had once been a nameless blade—

Now carried a name forged in battle.

A name the world would soon know.

[Fated Death: Forgotten.] You have proven yourself as a warrior of Echigo. Your comrades now recognize your place among them. The next battle will not be a test—it will be war.

The battlefield no longer questions you.

Now, it will remember you.

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

For the first time in months, the castle was still.

No war horns.No distant clashes of steel.No whispers of incoming battle.

Only silence.

A silence that did not soothe.

But one that warned of the storm to come.

Because this was not peace.

This was a pause before war.

"You fought well at the border."

The voice was familiar—Sakai Nobuhisa.

The older warrior stood beside him, arms crossed.

The smirk was there.

But this time, so was respect.

"The men speak your name now."

"Not as an outsider."

"But as one of us."

The warrior said nothing.

Because words were not needed.

He had bled for his place.

And now, he had earned it.

Uesugi Kenshin sat before the war map.

The Takeda's movements were carefully marked, shifting like shadows.

The warrior stood before him.

Waiting.

Kenshin's sharp eyes lifted.

"You did well."

"But the war is not over."

"Harunobu will come again."

"And next time, he will not be testing us—"

"He will be striking to kill."

The warrior nodded.

Because he already knew.

Kenshin studied him for a long moment.

Then—

"And you? Are you ready?"

There was no hesitation.

"Yes."

A pause.

Then, slowly—

Kenshin smiled.

"Good."

"Then when the storm comes—"

"You will stand at its center."

The halls of Kasugayama Castle were no longer unfamiliar.

The men no longer ignored him.

He had carved his place here.

With blood.With steel.With his own will.

And soon—

That place would be tested once more.

Because war was coming.

And this time—

The world would remember his name.

[Fated Death: Buried.] You have been fully recognized as a warrior of Echigo. The Takeda will return—not as scouts, but as an army. The next battle will be one that changes the course of war.

The storm is coming.

And when it arrives, you will stand in its path.

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

The winds were changing.

The castle halls were filled with movement.

Messengers hurried through the corridors.Warriors sharpened their blades.Strategists pored over maps stained with ink and blood.

Because war was no longer a distant threat.

It was coming.

And soon—

It would be here.

"Takeda Harunobu has begun his march."

Uesugi Kenshin's voice was calm, steady.

But beneath it—

There was something else.

Anticipation.

"He will not send scouts this time."

"He will bring his army."

The warrior stood before him.

He did not speak.

Because there was nothing left to question.

Only one thing remained.

"Where do you want me?"

Kenshin's lips curled slightly.

"At the front."

"Where else?"

The soldiers of Echigo watched him now.

Not as an outsider.Not as a tool.

But as one of them.

And now—

They would stand beside him in war.

"The Takeda march under Harunobu's banner."

"But they will find no weakness here."

"They will find us waiting."

The warrior gripped the hilt of his sword.

Because soon—

The battlefield would call his name again.

And this time—

It would be a battle that would decide history.

That night, the castle was quiet.

The kind of quiet that came before blood was spilled.

The warrior stood at the walls, staring into the darkened horizon.

He could almost hear it.

The march of the Takeda.

The weight of a battle yet to begin.

And he knew—

Tomorrow, everything would change.

Not just for Echigo.

Not just for the war.

But for him.

Because tomorrow—

The world would no longer question who he was.

They would know.

And his name would be written in history.

[Fated Death: Erased.] Takeda Harunobu is marching toward Echigo. The Uesugi forces are preparing for war. The battle ahead will define your fate.

Tomorrow, the storm will break.

And when it does—you will stand at its center.

Echigo Province – The Fields Before Kasugayama, Year 9 of Tenbun (1540 AD)

Dawn broke over the mountains.

But there was no peace in its light.

Only the march of war.

The banners of Takeda Harunobu rose against the sky.

Hundreds of warriors, clad in red and gold armor, moved in perfect formation.

This was no raid.

No test.

This was a declaration.

The war between the Dragon of Echigo and the Tiger of Kai

Had begun.

"Positions!"

The Uesugi commanders barked orders.

The warriors of Echigo moved without hesitation.

Archers lined the castle walls.Spearmen formed solid ranks.Cavalry waited on the flanks, ready to charge.

And among them—

He stood.

The warrior who had once been a nameless blade.

The warrior who had once belonged to the Takeda.

Now, he stood against them.

And he was ready.

Across the battlefield—

The Takeda banners parted.

A single rider emerged.

Draped in armor of crimson and gold.

Sword at his side.

Eyes sharp as a predator's.

Takeda Harunobu.

The Tiger of Kai had arrived.

And from his horse, he looked toward the castle.

His gaze swept over the enemy ranks—

Until it stopped.

Stopped on him.

The warrior felt the weight of that stare.

It was not anger.

Not hatred.

But expectation.

As if Harunobu had always known—

That one day, they would stand on opposite sides of war.

The Tiger smiled.

"So this is where you've chosen to stand."

"Good."

"Then let's see if you can survive."

He raised his hand—

And the Takeda army began to advance.

The battle had begun.

"Hold the line!"

The ground shook beneath the thunder of hooves.

The Takeda cavalry rushed forward—

Spears lowered.Banners flying.War cries tearing through the air.

And the warriors of Echigo—

Did not move.

Did not break.

Because they were ready.

The warrior tightened his grip on his sword.

The moment had come.

The moment that would decide everything.

Not just the war.

Not just the fate of Echigo.

But his own name.

"For Echigo!"

The order was given.

The Uesugi warriors surged forward.

And the warrior—

The man who had once belonged to the Tiger of Kai—

Now charged toward him.

Toward his past.Toward his future.

Toward the battle that would define him forever.

[Fated Death: Destroyed.] The war between Uesugi Kenshin and Takeda Harunobu has begun. You stand on the battlefield—not as a tool, but as a warrior with your own will. Your next actions will determine the course of history.

The war is no longer coming.

It is here.

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

The air thickened with the weight of war.

The earth shook beneath the charge of the Takeda cavalry.

The warriors of Echigo stood their ground, spears braced, swords ready.

And in the heart of it all—

He moved forward.

Not as a servant.Not as a runaway.

But as a warrior who had chosen this fight.

And today—

He would prove it.

The Takeda cavalry crashed into the Uesugi front lines.

Screams.Steel clashing.The scent of blood and dust.

The battle erupted in an instant.

Men fell.Shields splintered.

And in the chaos—

The warrior found his first opponent.

A Takeda rider charged at him, spear aimed for his heart.

Too slow.

The warrior sidestepped.

His blade flashed.

Blood sprayed across the trampled ground.

The rider fell.

Another came.

Then another.

Each one fell to his sword.

Because this time—

He was not fighting for survival.

He was fighting for something real.

And he would not lose.

Beyond the battlefield—

A figure watched.

Takeda Harunobu, still on horseback, surveyed the chaos.

His sharp eyes tracked the movements of the warrior below.

Every strike.Every dodge.Every kill.

And then—

For the first time in the battle—

Harunobu smiled.

"So you truly have become something more."

"Then let's see if you're ready to face me."

With a simple gesture, he gave his next command.

And deep within the Takeda ranks—

A new force began to move.

A force meant for one purpose.

To test the strength of the warrior who had once been Harunobu's sword.

The past was not done with him yet.

And soon—

He would have to face it.

The Uesugi warriors held their ground.

The Takeda forces pushed forward.

Neither side yielded.

Neither side broke.

And in the center of it all—

The warrior continued to carve his path through blood and steel.

Because this was his battle.

His choice.

His fate.

And no matter what came next—

He would face it without fear.

[Fated Death: Gone.] The battle rages on, but Takeda Harunobu has taken notice of you. A new force is moving against you—one meant to test you further. The next confrontation will decide more than just the battle—it will decide your place in history.

The past has not forgotten you.

And soon, you will have to face it head-on.

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

The battlefield was a storm.

Steel clashed.Warriors fell.The ground ran red with blood.

And in the heart of it all—

He fought.

Blade flashing.Body moving without hesitation.

Not for orders.Not for survival.

But because he had chosen to.

And then—

Something changed.

Beyond the chaos—

A new force moved through the Takeda ranks.

Not just soldiers.

Elite warriors.

Men trained not for battle, but for execution.

The personal strike force of Takeda Harunobu.

And at the head of them—

A figure he knew.

A figure from his past.

A figure who should not have been here.

The moment their eyes met—

The world narrowed.

"So… you really turned your back on us."

The voice was calm, steady.

But beneath it—

Something else lingered.

Something dangerous.

The warrior's grip tightened on his sword.

"I made my choice."

The other man—

Once his ally, his brother-in-arms—

Now his enemy.

Smiled.

"Then let's see if you can live with it."

The battlefield seemed to blur around them.

The screams.The war cries.The chaos of hundreds of men fighting—

It all faded.

Because in this moment—

Nothing else mattered.

Only this fight.

Only the past coming to claim him.

His former comrade drew his blade.

The warrior raised his own.

And with the weight of everything that had brought them here—

They charged.

[Fated Death: Reawakened.] Takeda Harunobu has sent someone from your past to face you. This is not just another enemy—this is someone who once stood beside you. This battle will not just test your skill—it will test your resolve.

The past has come for you.

Now, you must decide if you will overcome it.

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

The battlefield raged around them.

But in this moment—

Nothing else mattered.

The warrior stood face to face with a shadow from his past.

Once, they had fought side by side.

Now—

They stood on opposite sides of war.

And there would be no turning back.

"You should have stayed in Kai."

The words were not spoken in anger.

But in certainty.

As if this outcome—

This battle—

Had always been inevitable.

The warrior tightened his grip.

"I made my choice."

The other man smirked.

"Then die with it."

No hesitation.

No further words.

Just steel meeting steel.

Their swords met in a blur of motion.

Strike.Parry.Counter.

Each movement was flawless, honed from years of training together.

They knew each other's strengths.Each other's weaknesses.

And neither gave an inch.

But the warrior knew—

This fight was not just about skill.

It was about conviction.

And he would not be the one to break.

His opponent's blade came fast.

A sharp, precise cut—aimed at his throat.

Too fast to dodge.

So he did not.

Instead—

He stepped forward.

The edge of the blade grazed his cheek.

But his own sword—

Struck deep.

The other man staggered back.

Eyes wide.

Shock.

Pain.

And then—

Understanding.

"So that's your answer."

The warrior lowered his blade.

Blood dripped onto the ground.

But he did not look away.

"Yes."

A long silence.

Then—

A bitter smile.

"Then fight for it."

And with that—

His opponent fell.

The warrior did not move.

He did not let out a breath of relief.

Because this was not victory.

This was a reckoning.

The past had come to claim him.

And today—

He had cut it down.

But the war was far from over.

Takeda Harunobu was still waiting.

And now—

He would know.

Know that the blade he once wielded was no longer his.

Know that the warrior would never kneel again.

And when they met next—

It would be for the last time.

[Fated Death: Severed.] You have defeated a warrior from your past. You have proven that your path is truly your own.Now, only one battle remains—the one against Takeda Harunobu himself.

The final confrontation is approaching.

And this time, there will be no escape.