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

Echigo Province – The Mountain Pass, Year 9 of Tenbun (1540 AD)

The snow fell softly, covering the bloodstained ground in an eerie silence.

Takeda Harunobu and his warriors had left.

The battle was over.

And yet—

The boy who had once belonged to the Tiger of Kai did not move.

He lay on his back, staring at the pale sky above.

His breath was slow, uneven.

Pain throbbed through his body, every muscle aching from the brutal fight.

But he was alive.

And for the first time—

He had no chains binding him.

"You survived."

A familiar voice.

Steady. Calm.

The Dragon of Echigo had arrived.

Uesugi Kenshin stood above him, his robes barely touched by the wind.

His sharp gaze scanned the battlefield, taking in the remnants of the fight.

His warriors stood behind him, silent.

They had not interfered.

Because this was a battle that had to be fought alone.

Kenshin's eyes finally returned to the boy in the snow.

"You defied Takeda Harunobu and lived."

"That is no small feat."

The boy did not answer.

He simply closed his eyes.

Because for the first time in his life—

He was exhausted.

Not just in body.

But in soul.

Kenshin did not speak immediately.

Instead, he lowered himself onto one knee.

For a long moment, he simply watched.

Studied.

Then, at last—

"So… what will you do now?"

It was not a command.

Not an expectation.

Just a question.

A choice.

The boy exhaled slowly.

His mind felt empty.

But not in the way it once had.

Before, he had been lost because he had no purpose.

Now—

He was simply free.

No chains.No orders.No master.

He had chosen his name.He had chosen his own fate.

And for the first time, his future was truly his.

Slowly—

He opened his eyes.

"I don't know yet."

"But for the first time—"

"I want to find out."

Kenshin studied him for a long moment.

Then, slowly—

He smiled.

"Good."

"Then walk with me."

"Until you find your own path."

The boy staggered to his feet, his body screaming in protest.

But he did not fall.

Kenshin watched him rise.

Watched him stand.

And in that moment—

The silver-haired child who had once been a nameless blade

Had become something more.

A warrior without chains.A blade without a master.

A soul searching for his own way forward.

And so, as the snow continued to fall upon the battlefield—

He turned his back on the past.

And stepped into the future.

[Fated Death: Altered.]You have survived the Tiger of Kai. You are no longer bound to Takeda Harunobu. You walk forward, not as a weapon—but as your own person.

The war has not ended.

But for the first time, you are free to decide how it begins.