Miracle Summoner

Rozen's first morning in Uruk was surprisingly lively, making for a rather pleasant start to his new life.

Even though he personally felt rather annoyed—so much so that he wanted to stomp on Merlin's face again to vent his frustration—after hearing Mash, cheeks flushed red, say something like "I'll come find you tonight, Senpai," Rozen's mood brightened, and he decided to let Merlin off the hook.

However, Anna seemed to have subtly distanced herself from Rozen, as if trying to keep a safe distance.

This, in turn, left Rozen feeling somewhat hurt.

"I'm really a gentleman, you know…"

Rozen wanted to say that, but in the end, could only sigh in disappointment.

Everyone gathered in the first-floor common area, sitting at the communal table in preparation for breakfast.

Breakfast had been arranged by Siduri, who had mentioned the day before that she would be delivering the morning meal and paying them a visit.

However, when Siduri arrived at the Chaldea Embassy, she wasn't alone—she brought quite a few people with her.

"So this is what the King meant… You're the foreign visitors from the future?"

The one who said this was a girl dressed in samurai armor—but only the armor.

In fact, she wasn't even wearing an inner shirt, with bare skin visible underneath.

Though her outfit was rather risque and revealing, she didn't seem to mind at all.

She held a katana sheathed in a tail-like scabbard and had long, black hair tied up behind her.

While she scanned the group, she wore a pure, innocent smile.

The girl was both beautiful and commanding. Her voice was elegant and easy on the ears, and she gave off a friendly impression—aside from the embarrassment caused by her attire.

Despite her light tone, an intense chill radiated from her like a flower blooming under the moonlight—impossible not to notice.

Beside her stood a warrior monk, holding a guan dao and carrying multiple weapons on his back.

"Ohhh, so you're the so-called guests from Chaldea, huh?"

The monk spoke with apparent emotion, but only managed to come off as terrifying.

This was because the monk's body was densely muscled, veins faintly bulging beneath the surface. His face was tightly furrowed like dried wood, giving the impression of constant frowning. He didn't resemble a compassionate monk in the slightest—more like a wrathful Buddha from hell, utterly fearsome.

This pairing of the samurai girl and the towering monk gave the vibe of a warlord's noble daughter being escorted by her brutish bodyguard, creating a striking contrast.

But while they were certainly memorable, they didn't compare to the next pair in terms of energy.

"Isn't the last Master of Humanity supposed to be here? Where, where? Let this Okita take a look!"

The excited voice came from a girl dressed in a cute, form-fitting kimono, also holding a sheathed katana. She had short, cherry blossom–colored hair tied with a ribbon at the back of her head, wore a haori, over-the-knee socks, geta, and even had a scarf wrapped around her neck.

She appeared to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a youthful face and lively energy, yet the chilling aura of her swordsmanship surpassed even that of the previous samurai girl.

If that earlier girl was a samurai, then this one was undoubtedly a swordsman, through and through—with no secondary identity.

Her appearance also struck Rozen as oddly familiar.

That was because her face bore a remarkable resemblance to Artoria [Alter], sparking instant affection in him.

As for the last person…

Well, she surpassed any notions of familiarity and instead inspired exhaustion.

"What perfect timing! My matchlock unit has been short on people lately! Doesn't matter who you are—join my ranks and let that so-called king witness my greatness! Wahahahahaha!"

Accompanied by such bombastic laughter, the final girl made her entrance before the group.

She was dressed in military uniform, draped in a red coat, wearing a military cap, and had a long sword at her waist.

Astonishingly, she carried a matchlock musket on her shoulder—a look that clashed absurdly with this B.C. 2600 setting.

Of course, all four of them were out of place in this time period. Whether samurai, monk, or swordsman, none of them belonged to this era or this land.

But even among them, this girl's incongruity was on another level. If anything, she was the one most likely to convince others that she truly came from the future.

Thus, the Chaldea Embassy welcomed this eccentric four-person team, and the atmosphere instantly grew more chaotic.

"Everyone, please settle down. Making such a commotion will only trouble others."

Siduri had to squeeze her way out from between the four of them as she offered a helpless plea.

Back at the communal table, Rozen and the others watched the scene unfold.

Everyone—except for Merlin—was frozen in shock, unsure how to react.

Just then, Roman's voice came through the communicator.

"Servant readings! All four of them are Servants!"

Indeed.

All four of these individuals were Servants.

"They finally arrived."

Merlin, still rubbing his bruised and battered face, let out a wry smile. "These four were summoned by King Gilgamesh along with me. Hope they didn't disappoint you?"

They definitely did not.

Each of them had a striking presence—and none of them were simple characters.

"Ah, apologies—I forgot to introduce myself."

The samurai girl suddenly straightened her posture, as if remembering something important.

"My name is Ushiwakamaru, youngest son(?) of Minamoto no Yoshitomo."

—Ushiwakamaru.

That was a childhood name.

Perhaps not everyone would recognize that name, but if one mentioned her other identity, it would surely ring out like thunder:

One of the most famous and tragic warriors in Japanese history, a descendant of the Genji clan who learned martial arts and strategy from the tengu at the age of eleven—Minamoto no Yoshitsune.

The samurai girl before them was none other than Minamoto no Yoshitsune herself.

And if she was Yoshitsune, then the monk standing beside her was easy to identify as well.

"I am Musashibo Benkei, retainer of Lady Ushiwakamaru. It is an honor to meet you."

The monk gave a respectful bow.

—Musashibo Benkei.

This monk was the historical companion of Yoshitsune, a famed warrior-monk renowned throughout Japanese history for his strength and loyalty.

Even modern kabuki and joruri theater favor his image, and stories of his "standing death" and tragic end remain widely told to this day.

He is a legendary figure in his own right.

The other pair were no less famous in Japanese history.

"I'm Okita Souji of the Shinsengumi. Pleased to meet you all, kay~?"

The swordswoman offered her name with a bright smile.

And then…

"I am the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven—Oda Nobunaga! There's no one who doesn't know that name, right? Wahahahaha!"

The military-clad girl laughed thunderously as her voice rang out across the room.