Multiversal Grail War

Tanya's POV

The streets of this unfamiliar city bustle with life. Cars pass by, people chatter in the distance, and the whole place smells of mediocrity and complacency. It disgusts me.

I weave through the crowds, my military instinct keeping me on edge. I don't know who my enemies are yet, but in a situation like this, trust is the most dangerous illusion. The voice in my head still echoes — Master... Holy Grail War... Servant. The rules are clearer now. Summon a Servant, fight, and win. The Servants are heroic spirits, summoned to fight at my side, but I know better than to rely on anyone but myself.

It's midday, the sun high in the sky. I reach an alley, far from prying eyes. This will do. I've read the information flooding into my mind, the arcane knowledge explaining how to summon a Servant. The ritual is simple, in theory — it's the execution that requires precision.

I drop to one knee and begin to draw the summoning circle with chalk I've procured from a nearby shop. It's a strange mix of magic and ancient ritual, but with military precision, I complete the diagram. The circle glows faintly, humming with a raw energy that only I seem to notice. I mutter the incantation quietly, feeling the pull of power surge through me.

"Let the blood of my enemies be the ink in my victory. Let the steel of my will carve the path to the Grail."

The ground trembles slightly, and a cold wind sweeps through the alley. The magic builds, coiling around me like a serpent ready to strike. There's a flash of light — and then, silence.

A figure emerges from the glow. Tall, cloaked in darkness, with cold eyes that seem to see everything. His presence is suffocating, and even I, with all my experience on the battlefield, feel a chill run down my spine. His voice cuts through the silence like a blade.

"I am Assassin. Who are you to summon me?"

Light Yagami.

I know him instantly, his name, his deeds — it's all imprinted in my mind as part of the summoning. This is the infamous god complex who manipulated the world with the power of death. His cold smile matches my own.

"I am your Master," I reply, standing tall. "And together, we will win this war."

He narrows his eyes, as if gauging whether I am a worthy ally. Then, without a word, he nods.

I already like this one.

Shiba Tatsuya's POV

The city is alive with people, each one of them blissfully ignorant of the conflict that has just begun. I, on the other hand, cannot afford such ignorance. I move with purpose, scanning the streets and noting every strategic position. I need to summon my Servant as soon as possible.

The knowledge of the ritual is ingrained in me. The steps are clear, though I'd normally be skeptical of anything that claims to summon a "heroic spirit." Still, there's no denying the weight of the magic in the air. This is real, and I must prepare accordingly.

I find an abandoned warehouse, the perfect place for a controlled environment. Inside, the light is dim, and dust coats the floor. It doesn't matter. I draw the summoning circle with precision, each symbol exact, each line perfect. My magic circuits flare to life as I channel energy into the ritual.

"By the power of the Holy Grail, I summon thee!"

The air around me distorts, warping with the raw energy of the summoning. There's a burst of light — not overwhelming, but sharp, focused. I can feel a powerful presence take form.

When the light fades, a figure stands before me, his white hair glowing faintly under the low light. His expression is unreadable, but his eyes carry an intense focus.

"Caster," he says, his voice sharp. "You've summoned me. What do you want?"

I know who he is. Accelerator — one of the most dangerous espers ever to exist, someone who can manipulate vectors, essentially making him untouchable. I study him for a moment. His power is undeniable, but there's an underlying recklessness. I'll need to control that.

"I am your Master," I reply, locking eyes with him. "And we have a war to win. Your power is vital."

He scoffs but doesn't argue. "Tch, as long as I get to fight."

Good. He'll do nicely.

Elsa's POV

The streets are overwhelming. People rush by, oblivious to me. To them, I'm just another face in the crowd. But I feel different — the air here hums with something familiar yet foreign. Magic, yes, but not like mine. It's wilder, more chaotic.

I need to find a place to summon my Servant. The instructions on the ritual are clear, the symbols and words etched into my mind as though they've always been there. My heart races, though I try to keep my breathing steady. I've learned to control my powers, but here, everything feels... uncertain.

I walk until I find a quiet park, its trees casting long shadows. It's peaceful, a welcome change from the bustling streets. I kneel by a small pond, using a branch to draw the summoning circle in the dirt. My hands tremble slightly, and frost begins to creep across the ground, a reflexive reaction I can't suppress. I mutter the incantation, the magic flowing through me.

"By the will of the Holy Grail, I summon thee, heroic spirit. Come forth and fight by my side."

The water in the pond ripples as if disturbed by an unseen force. The air grows colder — not my doing, I realize — and a dark figure begins to emerge from the circle. A tall man, armored in black, his presence cold and overwhelming.

A lightsaber ignites with a hiss, glowing red in the twilight.

"I am Saber," he says, his voice deep and mechanical. Darth Vader.

I gasp, recognizing the name. A dark lord, consumed by power and destruction. But there's something about him — something in his aura that speaks of redemption, of conflict. He glances at me, his mask unreadable.

"Are you my Master?"

"Yes," I whisper, trying to hide my fear. "We will fight together."

He nods, extinguishing his blade. "Then we will crush our enemies."

Tony Stark's POV

I always did like a good show.

Summoning a Servant? Sounds like something straight out of a fantasy novel. Still, I'm here, and it's happening. Might as well enjoy the ride. I find an old rooftop with a good view of the city. The people below have no idea what's about to go down, but that's how it always is.

I chalk out the circle on the concrete, the ritual steps playing out in my mind like a set of blueprints. My reactor hums slightly as I channel energy into the symbols. Magic and tech working together. Who would've thought?

I murmur the incantation with a bit of flair — hey, if I'm gonna summon a legendary hero, I might as well do it in style.

A burst of light explodes from the circle, and when it clears, I'm greeted by the sight of a massive figure. Yellow and black, towering over me, shifting parts and gears clicking into place.

"Rider class. I am Bumblebee."

I whistle. "Now we're talking."

Bumblebee transforms, his eyes glowing blue. "Ready for action, sir."

I smirk. "I like you already."

Newt Scamander's POV

This city is overwhelming. It's nothing like the quiet places I'm used to. People rush by, paying no attention to me, which is fortunate. My creatures are still safe, tucked away in my case, but I can't afford any unnecessary attention right now.

I find a secluded spot in a small park, away from the chaos. The instructions for the summoning ritual are clear, though the magic involved is... unsettling. It's not the gentle magic I'm used to. This is something older, more dangerous.

Still, I kneel in the grass and begin drawing the summoning circle. My heart pounds as I murmur the incantation, hoping that whatever I summon will understand my intentions.

The air grows thick, and the ground trembles. From the circle emerges a figure—massive, with a powerful frame, holding a large spear. His presence is commanding, yet calm.

"Lancer. Whitebeard."

I look up at him, realizing just who I've summoned. Whitebeard, one of the greatest pirates in history. His size alone is intimidating, but there's a kindness in his eyes. I can tell he's a man of honor.

He looks down at me, his voice booming but not unkind. "Are you my Master, lad?"

I nod, trying to hide my nervousness. "Yes. I... I'm Newt Scamander."

He chuckles, his laughter deep. "Well then, Master Newt, let's make sure we win this war."

Subaru Natsuki's POV

Of all the things I've done, summoning a Servant for some kind of magical war takes the cake.

I wander the streets, trying to make sense of it all. I died. I should've been dead. But I'm here, in some weird city, with a voice in my head telling me I'm supposed to fight for the Holy Grail. A wish at the end. A wish that could bring Rem back.

I have to try.

I find a quiet alley and quickly sketch out the summoning circle, my hand shaking. This feels wrong, like I'm playing with forces I don't understand. But if it's the only way...

I mutter the words of the incantation, praying to any god that'll listen.

There's a flash of light, and when it fades, a man stands before me. His white hair sways slightly in the wind, and his red and black clothing is unmistakable.

"Archer, EMIYA."

He crosses his arms, studying me. "You're my Master?"

I swallow hard. "Y-yeah. That's me."

He raises an eyebrow. "You don't look like much. But if you're willing to fight, I'll follow you."

I nod, trying to hide my fear. "Let's win this, okay?"

He smirks. "If you're serious, then let's do this."

Conclusion: The Game Begins

We've all summoned our Servants now. Seven Masters, seven heroes from across time and space. The city around us hums with life, but the people are unaware of the war that's about to tear through their streets.

The Holy Grail War has begun.

And none of us will back down