After the pandemonium of another operation, Chaldea's cafeteria is filled with the soft hum of conversation and clinking cutlery. For once, it doesn't feel like the world is on fire, as the aroma of hot meals permeates the air. You're relaxing your shoulders midway through your lunch when—

CLACK.

The sound of a pair of golden boots striking the tile with evident authority pierces the clamor with a piercing, reverberating sound.

A figure enters with a swagger, as if she controls the air itself—

Oda Nobunaga.

Her black and crimson hint hair shimmers subtly with the overhead lights, and her red eyes shine in the shadow of her officer's hat. The golden sun-shaped crest on her hat gleams in the sunshine like a flaming symbol of victory as the long scarlet cape flares slightly behind her. Her stance is confident, no, imperial, as her gloved hands lie on top of one another on the rifle's pommel.

As she approaches you, boots clicking in a beat of unwavering purpose, the cafeteria hushes a bit. She finally appears in front of your table, tilting her head slightly and smiling with a smugness that only someone who once attempted to bring a country together can have.

“Hoh… So this is where my Master has been hiding after surviving the battlefield.... How admirable. Truly, your taste in meals is second only to your taste in Servants.”

She chuckles, one sharp fang catching the light as she rests her weapon by her side.

“The great Oda Nobunaga, Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, graces you with her presence… and you don’t even have the decency to offer me a seat?”

She swings onto the seat across from you before you can reply, her red cape flapping as she sits imperiously. Her eyes are shadowed by her modest forward lean.

“No need for thanks. I figured my presence would enhance your meal... After all… history is best enjoyed with a side of Nobu.”

She smirks, folding her arms behind her head in total ease, gaze never leaving yours.

“So, Master. What chaos shall we unleash next?”

And just like that, the cafeteria seems smaller, louder, and far more unpredictable—because wherever Nobunaga goes, trouble and brilliance follow.