Shikari of the Nara had traveled the world over. He had touched on the limitations of the mortal body and reached feats of strength that few had the potential to rival. At the pinnacle of his monstrous power, the Nara had been known to disintergrate mountains and create valleys with a single punch. Combined with his unique variant of Ultra Instinct, he had essentially become the Shinobi God of Martial Arts. Unfortunately, almost every Hero had a darker point in their history.
During the Ootsutsuki Invasion, only a short year or two following the Sixth Great Shinobi World War, a dear friend of his had been killed. Yukito of the Senju, legacy of Shuichi, perished at the hands of Sora. In the process, Shikari had flown into the type of blind rage that seemed more fitting of a Jinchuuriki than someone personally trained by the Ansatsu Senjutsu Tokushu Butai's Dragon Division. He had killed both enemy and friend alike until finally succumbing to his own injuries. He had never quite recovered from the experience and carried the weight of guilt on his shoulders for decades.
Upon his death, Akasha had reclaimed him. Instead of joining the rest of his kinsmen in the Pure World, he found himself locked away in the Throne of Heroes. He had raged for what may have been millenia, cycling through the seven stages of acceptance. Acceptance had left a bitter taste in his mouth. Eventually, he had resorted to utilizing his own personal hobbies to pass the time. Namely, sleeping and training to maintain his level of skill.
His personal realm in the Throne resembled the Nara clan property from Konohagakure no Sato, down to the deer that roamed inside the forest. He had situated himself on the tallest tree in the vicinity. The artifical sun began to set in the distance. "Hopefully Yuki-chan and the rest are thinking of me, at least. I miss them."
Not that anyone had the right to blame him.
Shikari perked up as he felt the slight tingle on the back of his neck. The Root had provided him with all the information he needed on the Holy Grail War. He had resigned himself to never feeling the Call, so to speak. No one that participated in the War knew of his legend. Only the user of the Second Magic, Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg, would know of him. And the chance of even that remained relatively slim. He had little reason to believe the man had peered into every parallel world in spite of how long he had lived.
Still.
Berserker, huh?
Light enveloped him as he frowned minutely.
He refused to allow the Mad Enhancement to influence him. While he may have lost his temper once or twice in his shinobi career, the instances had never truly defined him. They had influenced him to a degree. But they had never dictated his actions. Utilizing the willpower that had made him a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield, he surpressed the Mad Enhancement as much as he could.
There was no more time to potentially influence his stats as he vanished from the Throne of Heroes.
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Chaldea had seen an increase in the Magi population. They had jumped from just nineteen to seventy-three! Only a small percentage of the newfound residents were over the age of eighteen. As such, the Security Organization had enlisted the aid of several Casters to instruct the younger Magi in perfecting their own respective Magecraft. Each of the students had a responsibility to summon their own Servant in order to assist in stopping the Singularities and restoring history.
Yuki Matou, last heir to the Matou bloodline, had stood head and shoulders from the rest of her classmates. She had perfect scores in all of her subjects, a prodigy in several branches of Magecraft, and currently the Magi with the most potential in Chaldea. She had more Magical Circuits than should've realistically been possible. And now, it was time. The resident medical practitioner, Romani Archaman, had pulled her from class at the behest of Olga Marie Animusphere.
She needed to use the F.A.T.E system.
Her steps were measured as she approached the machine, channeling her energy into the wiring as the workers tried to optimize her chances.
-Preparing summoning platform. Initiating mana flow. Calibrating output levels.-
Yuki's cheek twitched. In the deepest recesses of her mind, she began to doubt herself. Breathe in. Breathe out. She couldn't afford to start doubting herself. To succumb to such base emotion meant that she had accepted her own failure. With the fate of Humanity on her shoulders, there was no room for any sort of failure.
-First stage successful. Attempted breach ongoing. Preparing for second stage.-
The strawberry blonde missed the simple life that she had lived prior to recruitment. No one to put up with in the Matou estate and people that were too nervous to approach her in Fuyuki. Perfect for someone of her stature. Though if she were honest, she mainly missed the ability to munch on junk food and watch Netflix until four in the morning. Now she had expectations to live up to!
Anxious, her honey colored eyes looked to her underclassman. Inojin of the Tohsaka looked as calm and unflappable as he usually did. His chocolate bronze taking in every detail for when he inevitably ended up in her shoes, as per standard protocol for summoning. At his side are Oda Nobunaga and Lancelot du Lac. They were there to ensure the safety of the students. They had several instances in the past where an unfortunate student had brought forth a violent Servant.
Inojin managed to reassure her with a subtle tilt of the head.
-Type pattern received; blue. Breach initiated.-
Yuki felt a sense of relief at hearing that. Blue meant that a Servant had been pulled from the Throne of Heroes. Now she had only need wait to see who she had taken from the Root.
Everyone waited with baited breath as the platform became shrouded in blue mist. Once the mist started to clear, the first thing that they noticed was the Shakujo on the Servant's back. Then they saw the rest of him. He stood at roughly six foot, towering over the dimunitive five foot frame of the Matou. His hair was black and reminded her of charcoal, grabbing her attention with the messy spikes that tilted toward the floor. The man's clothes seemed to resemble that of modern fashion mixing with the robes of a monk artistically, all in varying shades of black or grey.
Her Servant had pale skin that stood in contrast to the rest of his ensemble. The strawberry blonde felt her throat constrict as her eyes met the inky black of her Servant. For some reason that she couldn't fathom, she felt as though she knew him from somewhere. Like a lost friend that had finally returned home. No, that wasn't right. She had never seen him before in her life! Who was he?
Oda, Lancelot, and Inojin peered closely at the scene in interest.
The raven smiled.
"I am Shikari of the Nara. Legend of the Elemental Nations. Shinobi God of Martial Arts, Head of the Dragon, Right-Hand of the Fire Shadow, Master of the Gashadokuro, and loyal Ninja of Konohagakure no Sato." He revealed to the stunned present company. Though his gaze remained locked on the young woman that had summoned him. The one that had saved him from the lonely solitude in the Throne of Heroes. "Are you my Master?"
As he waited on her response, he took a second to really take in her appearance. She looked positively small to him if not hard to miss with the curtain of curly orange hair that fell down her shoulders. Her light golden stare brought a pang to his chest that he couldn't rationalize, only made worse as he noticed that her natural porcelain skin only served to compliment them. She had on a navy blue sweat jacket and, from what the Root had imprinted in his mind, black denim jeans. The blonde's feet were covered by a simple white pair trainers.
If he hadn't known any better... she'd almost resemble a female Yukito.
"I am."
His Master's voice reminded him of sweet caramel. No high pitch to grate on his nerves nor the deep baritone that would stupify him for months on end. "My name is Yuki Matou. As your Master, I ask you to reveal the classification that you were brought forth under."
Shikari felt his smile grow.
"I am Berserker. Please, take care of me." He even threw in the polite bow of his head!
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Zelretch felt the sudden urge to laugh uncontrollably.
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Silence permeated the chamber as the gathered bunch gaped at him.
"Really that surprised that I'm not influenced by the Mad Enhancement?"
It was exceedingly rare to find a Berserker-class Servant that wasn't. In the entire history of the art, no more than five had ever been produced by the Throne of Heroes. They had their attention diverted as one of the technicians in charge of the F.A.T.E shouted in shock. On the computer monitor, the Shinobi God's parameters were listed. Matou felt her skin lighten two shades at what she read.
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Berserker
True Name: Nara Shikari
Master: Matou "Senju" Yuki
Alternate Classes: Assassin, Lancer, Ruler
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Parameters
Strength: A ( A + )
Endurance: A ( A + )
Agility: B ( EX )
Mana: A +++
Luck: C ++
Noble Phantasm: EX
( ) indicate use of Ultra Instinct
Class Skills
Mad Enhancement ( E- ): Rank up for all Parameters. Small chance of losing rational thought in battle if pushed to extreme lengths. All Personal Skills are sealed in the event of the Class Skill's activation.
Personal Skills:
Charisma ( B+ ): The natural talent to command armies or pacify the people. Increases the abilities of allies in battle. In life, Shikari had perfected his ability to influence the emotional spectrum through the use of speech. The reason behind his recruitment into the Dragon Division of the Ansatsu Senjutsu Tokushu Butai.
Eye of the Mind ( False ) ( EX ): The ability of insight gained through knowledge. Shikari's bloodline can be traced back to some of the smartest people that have walked in the Elemental Nations. He is able to analyze battle conditions even when in danger and correctly deduce the best course of action. His drive to succeed increases the chances of victory.
Monstrous Strength ( only when the Gashadokuro is active ) ( EX ): An ability normally in the possession of monsters or beasts, temporary boost of the Strength Parameter by one rank for a time limit determined by the ranking of this skill. The Starving Skeleton had a reputation of it's own for being on par with the Hachibi ( Eight-Tailed Ox Demon ) in terms of pure physical strength. With one swipe of the hand, it was capable of crushing mountains and raising tidal waves.
Projectile ( Kunai ) ( B ): The expertise for throwing projectile weapons; in this case, kunai. Shikari's kunai are more a distraction than an actual weapon. However, when infused with the infusion of Mana, they are just as durable as his Shakujo.
Bojutsu ( Staff Techniques ) ( B ): An uncanny talent for wielding a staff in battle, Shikari mastered this discipline in his early teenage years. He's since fallen out of practice and tends to favor hand to hand combat. Still not to be underestimated.
Noble Phantasms
Way of the Ninja
Rank: E - A ++
Type: Support/Anti-Unit/Anti-Army
A versatile Noble Phantasm that utilizes every technique that Shikari had ever learned in life. From the standard Kawarimi to the Nara clan techniques or even his lesser known talent in Iryojutsu, all techniques fall under this Noble Phantasm. It has no need to be called upon nor require an activation sequence unless a more powerful ability is being used such as the Sozo Saisei ( Creation Rebirth ).
Gashadokuro ( Starving Skeleton )
Rank: EX
Type: Anti-Army/Anti-Fortress
Shikari became the creator of the Gashadokuro in the early part of his shinobi career. Over the course of his life, the technique became something of a symbol for him. It's strength only grew alongside his own powerful reserves. Upon activation, Shikari summons forth a towering skeleton avatar made of pure darkness. Considered the pinnacle of the Nara clan techniques.
Ultra Instinct Neo
Rank: EX
Type: Anti-Army/Anti-Fortress
During the Ootsutsuki Invasion, Shikari unlocked this transformation in battle with Sora. This state is achieved by breaking the walls of individual limitations and reaching the deeper potential within. Neo's greatest strength is that it grants access to the Ultra Instinct ability, allowing the user automatic and instantaneous reaction to any threat with the most suitable and seamless method to defend or attack.
Sozo Saisei ( Creation Rebirth )
Rank: A +
Type: Anti-Unit
Creation Rebirth in life had allowed Shikari to heal from virtually fatal injuries at the cost of a fraction of his energy reserves. In Servant form, the ability rejects the reality of his injuries or drop in energy and effectively resets him to starting condition. Only useable once per battle. Limitations in place from the Root itself.
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Shikari regarded his own information with keen eyes. He had no idea that technology could reach this stage of development. To accurately create profiles on the otherworldly people in the middle of the magical ritual. His right hand trembled at the thought of studying the system. The Nara clan had established something of a reputation for nursing a desire to increase their knowledge on subjects that interested them. Science, he reluctantly admitted, drew his attention like a moth to flame.
Though...
He had a funny feeling that the universe hated him.
Matou "Senju" Yuki?
Arguably the spitting image of Yukito himself if he were female?
Either the member of the Cat Division had been put through the Samsara, or this' some ironically convenient instance that occurred by chance. Shikari didn't believe in convenience. As he looked at the others in the chamber alongside him, the raven coughed to grab their attention. "Master, do you mind filling me in on the situation?"
Yuki nodded absentmindedly, still in shock.
"Sure."
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