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

Echigo Province – Kasugayama Castle, Year 8 of Tenbun (1539 AD)

The castle halls were quiet.

Soft footsteps echoed as Uesugi Kenshin led Yuki through the dimly lit corridors.

Despite his simple robes and monk-like demeanor, Kenshin walked with the presence of a ruler.

A man who was used to being followed.

A man who did not need to look back to know he was being obeyed.

"You followed without hesitation."

Kenshin's voice was calm.

"Most would not trust an enemy warlord so easily."

Yuki tilted his head slightly.

"Most warlords would not invite a spy into their home."

Kenshin chuckled.

"True."

They reached a wooden door.

Kenshin slid it open—

And gestured for Yuki to enter.

Inside was a small shrine, simple yet elegant.

A single bronze statue of Bishamonten, the God of War, sat at the center.

Candles flickered, casting long shadows across the floor.

"Sit."

Kenshin lowered himself onto a woven mat, his hands resting in his lap.

"You came here to understand me."

"So listen well, child of the Takeda."

"What do you see when you look at me?"

Kenshin's sharp eyes met Yuki's unblinking red ones.

"A warlord," Yuki said.

"A ruler."

"A warrior monk who speaks of peace, yet sharpens his blade for war."

Kenshin smiled.

"And what do you see when you look at yourself?"

Yuki was silent.

For a moment—

The candlelight seemed to flicker.

Then, finally, he spoke.

"A sword."

"A weapon, forged by war."

"Nothing more."

A long silence.

Then—

Kenshin laughed softly.

"I see."

"Then that is where we differ."

"You see yourself as a weapon."

"I see myself as a shield."

Yuki frowned slightly.

"A shield?"

"Yes."

Kenshin's voice was steady.

"I fight not for conquest."

"Not for power."

"But to protect those who cannot protect themselves."

"That is my only purpose."

The flames flickered.

For the first time—

Yuki felt something unfamiliar in Kenshin's presence.

Not fear.

Not hostility.

But something even more unsettling.

Conviction.

Kenshin rose to his feet.

"A sword is meaningless without the will to wield it."

"A weapon is only as strong as the one who holds it."

"So tell me, Yuki—"

"If you are truly just a sword…"

Kenshin's gaze sharpened.

"Then who do you fight for?"

Yuki did not answer.

Because for the first time in his life—

He did not know.

[Fated Death: Progressing.]You have glimpsed the heart of Uesugi Kenshin.For the first time, you have questioned your own purpose.The course of fate continues to shift.

But death has not forgotten you.