.....preparation
In the dead of night, seven days after the infamous message was sent out notifying each of the chosen seven of the eminent Holy Grail War, a young man named Timothy Lee could be seen leaning over the wall of a large bridge...
Below the bridge was a rushing river, one of many tearing through the beautiful city of Altissia giving it a wondrous charm. The only light source nearby was a lampost and there were no people around as patrols never come this far towards the outskirts of the city during the middle of the night.
Timothy was looking out over the water while his air swayed in the wind, his cold look showed that he wasn't happy...after coming to this world, he gained money due to his profession, power from his accomplishments and guild members, and influence with the infamous name of "Rook Leader".
However, he still wasn't fulfilled. He wanted power.....power over people like those high-level executives that forced him to be an office slave, with no hope of escaping. He wanted to hold the past, future, and present of his underlings in the palm of his hands. But, as things are now, his insatiable hunger for tyrannical power was all for not...
He could never obtain such things in the various worlds due to one thing or another, and within Dome City or Altissia, the bigger guilds would always team up to ensure no one entity ever gained too much influence. The balancing of power would never let him fulfill his dreams...
Thus, this war had to end with him alive.... 'one wish, I can get anything I want. I will wish for Raven Oscars to give me my own world...I can rule over it like a god...or maybe something else?...'
While thinking about what he would wish for exactly, a bell sound could be heard in the distance bringing Timothy out of his musings....he glanced down at his wristwatch and it showed that it was now midnight...
'So, I wonder who will be helping me destroy all those who stand between me and the Holy Grail..' thought Timothy with a cruel smile before he felt the hairs on his neck stand up. Using the body-clicker technique, Timothy sped away from his spot, landing on a nearby ledge of the bridge...
An opened scroll and ink brush appeared in his hand, while from the depths of the river below, a large blue Lagiacrus with glowing blue eyes extended his neck above the water, allowing Timothy to jump onto its head.....these were the preparations made beforehand in case whatever/whoever was summoned tonight was....less than cooperative.
When Timothy looked up and focused on the spot at which he was originally located, his breath caught as what he could barely perceive the entity that was looking at him with amusement in its eyes...
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"Kekeke...fear not little one....from the information I have implanted in my head, we're now teammates. I have been summoned to the land of Gods to participate as a hero in the Holy Grail War. Upon winning, I will receive a wish from the high god himself, just like you.....with me here, nothing will happen under our noses..."
Timothy watched the weird white creature whose body was only half above the ground....it had shark-like teeth and yellow eyes, it looked like a plant or fungus person, he didn't know. More information was needed...
"Who are you cretin and where are you from?... and what class are you?"
The creature tilted his head as if recalling some distant information before his smile broadened and he sank into the ground which prevented Timothy from sensing anything at all, which shocked the experienced veteran...he then saw three white identical heads pop out of the bridge directly in front of him, all talking in unison...
"I am white Zetsu, I am from The Shinobi World.....and I am The Caster...."
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Similar greetings and interactions happened to six other pairs at the same time, each unique in their own way. After a little bit, markings began to appear on the backhands of each summoner, and this signified that like it or not, the war was officially underway.