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

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

The warrior stood amidst the dead.

The battlefield was silent now.

Only the wind remained—cold, unfeeling.

The enemy had begun to fall back.

But the war was far from over.

Because Takeda Harunobu was still waiting.

And soon—

The final battle would come.

"You did not hesitate."

The voice was calm, knowing.

Sakai Nobuhisa approached, eyes flicking to the fallen warrior at his feet.

"Was he a friend?"

The warrior exhaled.

"Once."

Sakai studied him.

Then, after a long silence—

"And now?"

The warrior did not answer.

Because he already knew the truth.

There was no past to return to.

There was only what lay ahead.

The Uesugi forces held the battlefield.

But the war was far from won.

Takeda Harunobu was still out there.

Watching.

Waiting.

And soon—

They would meet one last time.

Not as master and blade.Not as teacher and student.

But as two warriors with nothing left to hold back.

And when that moment came—

Only one of them would walk away.

Uesugi Kenshin's messenger arrived before nightfall.

"Lord Kenshin calls for you."

Not an order.

A summons.

Because this time—

The next step was his to decide.

And so, with the weight of war on his shoulders,

The warrior turned toward Kasugayama Castle.

Because the final battle was coming.

And soon—

His fate would be decided.

[Fated Death: Vanishing.] The battlefield is yours, but Takeda Harunobu remains. The final battle is approaching—one that will decide everything. What happens next will define your place in history.

Your past is behind you.

Now, only the future remains.

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

The warrior stood before the castle gates.

The battle was behind him.

The war was ahead.

And now—

The Dragon of Echigo was waiting.

The chamber was silent.

Maps of the province lay across the wooden table.

Red markers marked enemy movements.

Takeda Harunobu's forces had not retreated.

They had simply pulled back—to strike again.

Uesugi Kenshin looked up.

"The war is not yet over."

"Harunobu will return."

"And next time—"

"It will be a battle that neither side can walk away from."

The warrior nodded.

"Then we must be ready."

Kenshin's sharp gaze narrowed.

"Are you?"

Not just for the battle.

But for what it would mean.

The warrior exhaled slowly.

Then—

"Yes."

The Uesugi forces gathered.

Weapons were sharpened.Armor repaired.Orders given.

But there was no hesitation.

No fear.

Because they knew what was coming.

The Takeda would return.

And this time—

It would be the battle that decided everything.

The warrior stepped forward.

Because this was not just a war between nations.

This was a war between the past and the future.

Between the man he had once been—

And the warrior he had become.

[Fated Death: Disappearing.] The final battle with Takeda Harunobu approaches. Uesugi Kenshin has placed his trust in you. What happens next will define the course of history.

The storm is no longer coming.

It is here.