Fate: Hero of Justice Takeover

The so-called Assassin class is one that specializes in stealth abilities but is weaker than other classes in various attributes.

The Hassan of the Hundred Faces summoned by Kirei Kotomine, through the Noble Phantasm "Zabaniya: Delusional Illusion," can split itself into multiple different individuals. While the number of individuals increases, the total power remains the same. Based on this, the more it splits, the weaker each individual becomes.

What's more dangerous is that if any of the split individuals die, they do not return to the original Assassin, but are completely annihilated. This is because it is not the typical mechanism where a "higher" body creates "lower" copies; instead, all Assassins exist on the same level.

So, every time a split individual dies, the Hundred Faces Hassan grows weaker. It might be fine for gathering intelligence, but now Kirei Kotomine has used his command spell to send all of them into the path of the killing god, wielding two giant blades.

Sakatsuki, an anomaly among the Masters, is a peerless, rugged man capable of even withstanding an all-out Lancer at his peak.

Sending this guy into the Assassin ranks? There's no better word for it than "harvesting grass" (a metaphor for easy kills).

The Hassans are suffering, but they do not complain.

After all, for the "Assassin Sect," the employer's orders are absolute. Since Kirei Kotomine hired (summoned) them, the Hundred Faces Hassan must faithfully carry out his command.

Even if it's a mission that guarantees death.

"Steel is my body and fire is my blood."

"I have created over a thousand blades."

Kirei Kotomine is retreating rapidly, but the torrent of sword rain is tearing apart the black robes around him. With each step he takes, a gap forms beside him, forcing him to use more Hassan bodies to fill the void.

"Unaware of beginning,"

"Nor aware of the end."

…

"Yet, my flame never ends."

The enemy's prolonged chanting didn't reassure Kirei Kotomine. Instead, it made him feel even more disturbed.

He doesn't understand why Sakatsuki has murderous intent toward him from the start, but escaping is his current top priority.

But will the prepared Sakatsuki allow him to escape?

The final magical particles gather into a giant arm, blocking Kirei Kotomine's way, leaving only a small gap in the door, the last obstacle that will determine his life or death.

"My whole body was still..."

The flow of mana grew even steadier and more majestic. Even a half-baked magus like Kirei Kotomine could tell that Sakatsuki's ultimate strike was nearing completion.

Clenching his teeth, Kirei Kotomine unhesitatingly grabs one of Hassan's bodies beside him, using his wrist to throw her toward the phantom barrier!

"...Unlimited Blade Works!"

The stairway is shattered as a figure steps on the dissolving Hassan's body. The figure crouches, crashing through the cement wall, a wound carved into their side by virtual particles, blood pouring out as they tumble down the stairs.

The egg of the world expands in an instant, swallowing the entire floor.

***

Snowflakes flutter as the cold, lonely moon hangs in the sky.

Reality Marble—Unlimited Blade Works.

A young man in a white robe and red clothes stands atop a hill, his god-like eyes looking down on the fragile black shadows below.

"Ten, fifty… Hmm, fifty-two people. Including those I killed earlier, that means I've only killed twenty-five, huh?"

Only twenty-five? That's only?

Do you think we're just cabbages? You've killed almost a third of them!

Although the split Hassans have different personalities, the stubborn ones were all killed by this killing god. The remaining fifty-two are nothing more than prisoners still awaiting judgment under the Reality Marble.

However, the young man passing judgment did not act immediately. Instead, he muttered to himself.

"Although I launched a beautiful blitzkrieg, in terms of results, it was a failure... Tsk, I'll pay more attention next time."

Blitzkrieg?

The Hassans exchanged glances, and through their shared memories, they understood Sakatsuki's meaning.

When Kirei Kotomine approached Maiya Hisau alone, he naturally had the Assassins keep an eye out for any other Servants that might approach, so he wouldn't be caught off guard.

During the battle, Saber and Sakatsuki certainly didn't escape the eyes of Hundred Faces.

Because he had been attacked by the Magus Killer, Kiritsugu Emiya, he chose to oppose Saber and engage in combat... This logical chain was simple and clear, leaving no room for criticism, so it was only natural that Hundred Faces lowered their guard against this fight.

Who would have expected that Sakatsuki would decisively clash with Saber as she released her Noble Phantasm, using magic to interfere with Assassin's surveillance, and then instantly appear beside Kirei Kotomine to launch an attack?

The so-called blitzkrieg truly lived up to its name, with Sakatsuki's displacement ability even surpassing Rider's mobility.

"I didn't expect Kirei Kotomine would use one of the Assassins as a meat shield, using her as a springboard to escape. Sigh... it's also because I used too much mana when fighting with Kayneth, leaving me with no strength to completely block the exit."

After revealing how Kirei Kotomine escaped, Sakatsuki seemed to lose interest in the matter. He looked down at the remaining Assassins, a strange smile appearing on his lips.

"What do you think, Hundred Faces Hassans, about your Master Kirei Kotomine using you all as cannon fodder?"

After a brief silence, one of the shadowed Servants stepped forward and said coldly.

"We, the shadows, will devote the rest of our lives to our Master, even if it costs our lives."

"Oh?"

Sakatsuki whistled lightly, his golden eyes scanning the rest of the Hundred Faces Hassans.

"Is that what you all think?"

A thousand faces for a thousand people—each split from the Hundred Faces Hassan, inheriting different aspects of her personality. While some remain calm in the face of the enemy, others are willing to bow their heads before death.

But no matter what, they all maintain an eerie silence.

For the killing intent radiating from Sakatsuki was so thick it seemed to materialize—like the tolling of a funeral bell, announcing their inevitable demise.

Listen, that is the ancient sound of the bell.

The clear, crisp ringing, the deafening clash of swords and blades rising behind the young man, sweeping everything in sight like a tsunami.

Boom… Boom… Boom…

The symphony of swords and spears, the roar of axes and halberds, all ultimately transformed into the sacred rites of death.

The late bell has revealed your death date.

Hand over your heads!

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