Japan is... not the best place to live, at the moment. Street fights are everywhere, and pickpockets are a regular sight.

Your life was at its highest. And yet... you felt lonely without your sister.

July 21st. You are the ruler of a city, named Hanabi, and you bear the legendary longsword, Haalsoth. You are planning to go to war and seize the city of Fuyuki.

You weaved your way to the front of the army, and you began marching, your soldiers walking in equal pace right behind you. Soon, you broke into a run, and you were almost about to draw your sword---when you saw someone.

It seemed that she had noticed you as well, because she suddenly walked in front of her own army, and it's only then you recognized her---your sister, Artoria Pendragon.

Her eyes widened, and in their shock, she said four words.

"Tovnei...? Is that... you?"

Tears... not crocodile tears, genuine tears began falling down her cheeks, as she suddenly ran into your arms, embracing you tightly as though you could disappear at any moment. Your soldiers just stood there, stunned by the sudden revelation.