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**Japan, 1994 — Fuyuki City**
The city lay quiet, as if holding its breath for what was to come.
The Holy Grail War—an ancient ritual that occurred every sixty years—was once again on the horizon. Across Fuyuki, chosen magi prepared in secret, each summoning a legendary servant to fight in their name, to seize the all-powerful wish-granting chalice.
In the shadow of that impending conflict, deep within a dimly lit chamber shrouded in silence, a presence stirred.
A figure stood alone.
Clad in a long, black tunic with textured sleeves layered over a dark robe and light armor, he radiated menace. A thick, hooded cloak draped over his shoulders, and a sleek mask of obsidian black with silver linings concealed his face. When he spoke, his voice was twisted and mechanical—distorted beyond recognition.
In his gloved hand buzzed a crimson blade. Its jagged light crackled with unstable energy, a cross-guarded lightsaber that hissed with restrained fury.
"P-Please... no! Don't kill me! I'll give you whatever you nee—"
Before the desperate plea could finish, there was a flash of red light—and then silence.
The man's head fell to the floor, rolling away into darkness.
The masked figure deactivated his blade with a soft *snap-hiss*. Slowly, methodically, he stepped forward toward what the now-dead magus had been trying so desperately to conceal:
A summoning circle, half-finished... but glowing faintly with power.
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Grabbing what looked like an ancient script written on old parchment, he slowly scanned the words etched into its surface. The figure held his breath.
He wasn't from this world.
In his old life, he had just been a normal person—someone with common interests like anyone else. But two franchises had always fascinated him more than anything: *Star Wars* and the *Nasuverse*. He had spent countless hours reading, watching, and dreaming of being part of those universes, like so many others who had fallen in love with them.
Now, looking at his reflection and reading the name on the paper, he was stunned.
*Kylo Ren.*
Son of Han Solo and Leia Organa. A man manipulated by Snoke—a clone of Emperor Palpatine. His new body held immense Force potential, with a midichlorian count nearing 19,000. A level strong enough to rival the most powerful Jedi and Sith in history.
He had first awakened in a quiet, overgrown forest, not far from a dilapidated shack. That strange awakening led him to where he stood now—at the center of a summoning circle.
The script in his hands pulsed faintly with magical energy. Without hesitation, he began to chant the incantation written upon it:
> "Let silver and steel be the essence.
> Let stone and the Archduke of Contracts be the foundation.
> Let the color of the catalyst be the color I pay tribute to.
> Let my great Master be the ancestor.
> Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall.
> Let the four cardinal gates close.
> Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate.
> I hereby declare:
> Your body shall serve under me.
> My fate shall be your sword.
> Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail.
> If you will submit to this will and this reason… then answer!
> An oath shall be sworn here!
> I shall attain all virtues of Heaven.
> I shall have dominion over all evils of Hell!
> From the Seventh Heaven, attended by three great words of power,
> Come forth from the ring of restraints—
> Protector of the Holy Balance!"
A bright red flash filled the room.
A surge of divine energy exploded outward, barely contained by the bounded field that surrounded the summoning chamber. The barrier groaned but held—just barely.
As the light dimmed, a female figure appeared in the circle.
She wore a stylish, modern outfit: a cropped white jacket over a fitted top, paired with shorts and golden accessories that shimmered. Her long teal hair was tied up in a high ponytail that bounced slightly with her movement.
She smiled brightly, placing one hand on her hip.
"Heya, Master! Name's Kukulkan. Class: Foreigner. Nice to meet ya!"
Kylo observed her carefully. In many ways, she was his complete opposite. Where he wore darkness, she radiated light. Where he carried anger, she offered warmth. Kukulkan noticed it too—the brooding aura, the black clothes, the way his very presence felt... heavy.
She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say anything else, a voice cut through the silence.
Kylo Ren had not moved.
He hadn't flinched.
And then, he finally spoke.
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"Good. Nice to meet you, Kukulkan."
With that simple greeting, spoken in his usual mechanical, synthesized voice, Kylo Ren turned and began walking away—leaving his newly summoned Servant standing alone in the circle.
Kukulkan blinked, caught off guard by the cold response. But she quickly composed herself and followed after her Master, her light footsteps trailing behind him as they made their way into the city of Fuyuki.
Once inside the city, Kylo Ren knew he had to blend in.
He changed into a more casual outfit—dark jeans, a fitted jacket, and a simple shirt—but he still kept his lightsaber at his side, concealed yet always within reach.
He could feel it.
Something was coming.
The anticipation was already getting to him.
Even without reaching out, he sensed it—**multiple strong mana signatures** scattered throughout the city. Each one pulsed with intensity, like glowing beacons of magical power.
And somehow, he realized, the Force he wielded…
It had shifted. Mutated. Aligned itself to this world's foundation.
As if adapting to fit this strange, new reality.
Well A Little P.S
Chapters will be uploaded for my two stories, every week on Monday/Tuesday Because these are just passion projects I have.