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

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

The last of the autumn leaves drifted to the ground.

And in that moment—

He spoke the name he had chosen.

"My name is—"

The wind howled through the courtyard, carrying his words into the sky.

Uesugi Kenshin watched him carefully.

For the first time, the silver-haired child was not just following the orders of another.

He was defining himself.

And that—

That was more powerful than any blade.

"A name is more than just a word."

Kenshin's voice was calm.

"It is a declaration."

"A promise to the world."

"A weight that you must carry until your final breath."

The candles flickered in the temple hall.

Yuki—or rather, the person he had chosen to be—felt the weight of his decision settle in his chest.

And yet—

For the first time in his life, he did not feel trapped by it.

Because for once—

It was his choice.

Kenshin stood, gazing at the statue of Bishamonten.

"If you have chosen your name, then what will you do with it?"

The question hung in the air.

Yuki's fingers curled slightly.

"I… don't know yet."

And that—

That was the truth.

For so long, he had been Harunobu's blade.

A nameless, faceless warrior who cut down enemies without hesitation.

Now—

He had a name.

But he still did not know what to do with it.

Kenshin turned back to him, his sharp eyes softened.

"Then stay."

"Learn. Watch."

"And when the time comes, carve your own path with the name you have chosen."

The flames flickered.

And Yuki—

No, the person he had now become—

Nodded.

Because for the first time in his life—

He would not be a sword for someone else.

He would find his own purpose.

[Fated Death: Progressing.]You have chosen your own name.You have taken the first step toward shaping your own future.But fate has not forgotten you.

The past will always return.

And death is never far behind.