I manage to sleep peacefully despite the fact that I had met one of the most popular/historical figures in Japan i.e. Tamamo-no-Mae. Her cheerful and bubbly attitude didn't bother me that much as I could get used to it for the time being. But she was the tip of the iceberg.
(6 1/2 days later)
I'm scared. Not because of the many new servants eternally loyal to me nor the night terrors but the fact that something is bothering the air around me. Could it be?
OK I'm not scared anymore. But my sisters are rather livid because of, let's see here:
I can't explain it but the fact that this VN is heavily infatuated with the "incest is wincest" analogy is like drinking a warm glass of 10 year expired milk laced with lime juice and sweat. Be that as it may I'm still waiting for an escape route, knowing that some of the perverts in this family will probably assault me but that backfired.
Chapter II: version 1. (432000 seconds ago)
"Are you sure you'll be okay with my sisters while I'm gone Tamamo?" She nodded ignoring the envious air coming from the Nanase livestock. I trekked the town out of boredom and the said feeling made me ponder about the crucial topic of passion. The moment I stepped foot on that beartrap of a path I realized that it's not worth it and could care less about it.
"Hello noice to meet you, my name's Keiichi Nanase." Introducing myself to some random people from different disclosures. I predestined a little bit and found out that immediate bloodshed will be a factor here.
Berserker: Kiyohime. Another Japanese legend except this time it's a self titled one.
Lancer: Scathach. The cliche witch of some random-@$$ swamp.
Archer: Atalanta. Nya.
Saber: Arturia (It's not Engrish) Pendragon. A reminisce of a weed.
Rider: Astolfo. Ray Jessel's swinging singing story come true.
Assassin: Semiramis. It's a Dark Elf from the future!
Ruler: Joan of Arc. Damn! she's a bad b*tch!
Shielder: Mashu Kyrielight. I ALREADY NOTICED YOU KOUHAI! JEEZ!
They're all mine now...
Chapter II: version 1. 97546807525679 (Today)
The tattoo I have on my arm is starting to burn.
8 vs 10. The servants from history written in stone or paper against my sisters (Ah shoulda nevah stayd 'ere). Well I can't stop their animosity so I just dragged every single female that isn't blood related to a nearby hockey game.
Alright got the tickets, snacks and appropriate attire for this event. Why is there no hockey players in the ring? Wait, Hold on one darned second there. My eyes glued towards an embracing duo, both of them are male for some reason.
"Err Master? Are we supposed to be in a hockey tournament or a figure skating competition?" Atalanta said as she tries some popcorn for the first time in her life.
"Oh mah Gahd, That's my friend Yuri!" No offense towards dudes who don't swing my way but Yuri loathes stuff like that and me alongside his girl have been looking for him since last year.
"This looks like a job for the Masked Avenger!" The girls shivered, weird. Don't worry bud I'll get you outta here. I stood up and blasted my phone on full volume: m.youtube.com/watch?v=4m-_kutq…
It worked! Yuri is disoriented and freaking out but I managed to grab him and escape. To his real home!
"Master, you do realize that you have a belligerent army coming towards here because of your actions." Jeanne has a point there.
"Then all of you man the fort. I'll deal with this incursion!" They know how serious I am and fortified themselves in Yuri's place.
I see them. Massive in numbers and strength. I gripped my weapon: a rusty spatula tightly.
"HOW DARE YOU HALT THE PREMISES OF LOVE!"
"YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS ATROCITY WHELP!"
"THIS IS FOR OUR FANTASIES!"
"BRING HIM BACK TO HIS LOVER!"
Oh no they're surrounding me.
"YOUR MOTHER WEARS ARMY BOOTS!" Hey I might as well go out with a bang.
Rest In Peace my Pink Friend.