In the original Fifth Holy Grail War, hadn't there also been several clashes on the opening night? From the great battle of Red A and Blue, to the clash of spear and sword, and near dawn, even Berserker had come out to join in.
What's more, this magus was already thinking of selling out his normal Heroic Spirit. Or rather, if it was a Berserker, he should be able to smoothly exchange it for one or two other Heroic Spirits. After all, the card in his hand, even if it wasn't a top-tier existence, was definitely a first-rate one. In that case, in the form of a Berserker, exchanging it for one or two Heroic Spirits shouldn't be a problem, right?
Therefore, a black giant appeared at the docks. Because its entire body was mainly black, it wasn't that conspicuous in the darkness. Most importantly, to keep the entire city basically stable, the Church had entrusted people to spread some news in this city before the Holy Grail War was about to begin.
Of course, this news had also been discussed with the city's administrators. In order not to cause panic, the official story was that there were some terrorists wandering around this city, and it was very likely that they would enter the city. They asked all residents to immediately dial a special number and hide themselves if they heard any violent noises.
In a place like Fuyuki City, at least in the old city district, every household should have an emergency food storage and a small cellar. Even if the room was not safe, they could still hide underground.
As for the special contact number, it was, of course, Waver's. They couldn't really let them call the police. Ordinary police coming here would be of no use at all, and it was very likely that it would lead to the exposure of the Holy Grail War. Of course, special personnel were needed to handle it.
The petite Assassin leaped lightly in the darkness, just like a black rabbit. It was just that this black rabbit was poisonous.
On the other side, on the necessary path between the new city district and the old city district, a red-haired young man was frantically pedaling his bicycle. On the back of his bike, a lot of precious metals were placed. Of course, these metals were not rare in the world, but they were still relatively difficult to buy, and they also cost a lot of money.
These materials had already cost the young man all his pocket money.
As for why he had come out at night to pick them up, on one hand, it was because the delivery had indeed arrived late. On the other hand, it was because his old man had only received a work assignment in the afternoon. Of course, the good news was that this time, he would be out for about a month. The reason was that after completing the mission, he had to participate in a handmade kitchen knife forging competition.
And the young man, after getting these metal materials, was also preparing to take advantage of this one month to forge an excellent samurai sword himself. In a coastal city, the summer nights were still a bit hot. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, the young man thought of his cheap magic teacher again. Speaking of which, he didn't know if his teacher had come back. He had just sent him a message. The message said that he should go out less during this period. Thinking of the local news, which had been broadcasting for the past two days that there were very dangerous terrorists roaming around their city, the young man frowned slightly.
No matter what, he should be considered a magus now. His teacher was really a bit too worried. Faced with those terrorists, as long as a bomb wasn't thrown directly in front of him, he should still be able to run away. Unless that group of terrorists knew magic.
At this moment, all the Masters couldn't help but sneeze. To some extent, for them to send out Heroic Spirits to fight would destroy the buildings within this city, or the flowers and plants. To call them terrorists seemed to be no problem. The young man probably couldn't have imagined that he was about to become one of those "terrorists" he was talking about.
Compared to this, what gave the young man more of a headache was the red tattoo that had suddenly appeared on the back of his hand. Originally, he had thought that he had rubbed against some red paint that some naughty child had drawn on a wall or somewhere else. He had not expected that no matter how much he washed it these past few days, this red mark had not faded in the slightest. And his old man was a relatively old-fashioned person. If his old man were to discover this thing on the back of his hand, then he would probably be whipped with a belt again. Although he could dodge it, he also had to care about his old man. The old man was old. It was better for him to do less of this kind of thing, like brandishing a belt to whip him.
He really was a filial grandson.
Speaking of which, starting from today, this red mark on the back of his hand had been giving off a faint stinging pain. He always felt as if something was about to happen... In any case, it was better to go home as soon as possible. Someone had to watch the house.
"Speaking of which, I'm a little envious that the police can go and search for those terrorists. It's a pity that I still have to inherit the family business. Otherwise, it would be great to be a police officer and be able to help everyone."
Because hot blood flowed in his veins, even now, this hot blood had not cooled. Of course, he hoped to help everyone. To be honest, a person like this young man, in a capitalist country, was simply a bit of an alternative.
The young man did not notice that as he was about to cross the highway bridge, a black giant, who was advancing along the riverbank, had lifted its head. The black giant, that is, Berserker, had received his Master's order. His Master's instruction was to find an existence with magical energy and eliminate it. At this time, an existence with magical energy was either a Master or a Heroic Spirit. After all, the Holy Grail War had already begun. To still be wandering around at this time without restraining one's magical energy, was one an idiot?
Therefore, after sensing the magical energy in the young man's body, the black Berserker began to go on a rampage. And the magical energy brought by that rampage also attracted the attention of the Archer team, which was preparing to fight.
The young lady in the red clothes opened her arms. "Let's go, Archer. Let me see what kind of power you have."
The tall Heroic Spirit picked up the young lady, and then jumped directly from the tall building. The night wind cut across her face, and a hint of nervousness also appeared in her heart. After all, the one who started the battle first was also very likely to be sneak-attacked by others. The young lady had to ensure her own calmness. Although she understood that the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, was the best choice, as the heir to the magus administrator family of this region... she needed to give the others a show of strength.
At the same time, the black-cat-like Assassin also stopped in her tracks. Her two feet, which were on a tree branch, gently rotated. She then ran in the direction of the bridge. Of course, she was still hidden in the darkness.