My youth story, a crossover anime, turns out, is FGO!

Each strike was like a mountain collapsing or the earth splitting open.

Every step can cause the earth to tremble.

Spartacus wielded his short sword, easily shattering the tan golem that blocked his way with sheer force.

The equally tall puppet looked like paper in front of him, unable to even slightly hinder him.

This man is all muscles; with his physical strength, he can split mountains and seas, and is invincible.

"Hahahaha!"

His dark golden hair was disheveled, and Spartacus opened his mouth wide, laughing maniacally. His joy and elation were infectious, and he genuinely enjoyed this behavior.

Resisting oppression and rule, Spartacus will destroy all enemies.

"Do you think the only option is to abandon him, Rider?"

Light and agile like a mountain spirit, the female hunter, holding a hunting bow and dressed in emerald green, blends into the forest and lightly leaps onto a branch.

Her eyes, as green as new leaves in the forest, gazed at Spartacus, then asked the Rider beside her.

"It would be strange if you thought you could convince him, big sister," the armored Rider said, arms crossed, somewhat helplessly.

He didn't think Berserker could be persuaded either; as a fellow hero, he could undoubtedly feel Berserker's obsession and madness.

Berserker never stops, he uses his life to uphold his beliefs, that is what makes a hero!

"My name is Atalanta. Don't call me sister, Achilles."

This one sentence reveals their real names.

One of them was a famous Greek huntress who had received the blessing of Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, and had hunted the boar of Calydon. She was also one of the famous heroes of the Argonauts.

As a Servant in the present world, their level is undoubtedly top-notch.

The other is even more famous, a hero in Greek mythology second only to Hercules in popularity. His weakness, his heel, is as infamous as his immortality. He shone brightly in the Trojan War, but ultimately died.

Achilles is definitely a top-tier Servant.

"Haha, it's just an affectionate nickname, don't mind it." Achilles spread his hands, appearing unconcerned with formalities. He was by nature a straightforward person, and all he sought in the Holy Grail War was a thrilling battle with a powerful opponent.

"However, this is a rare opportunity, so let's also go and meet those guys from the Black Faction." His casual remark revealed absolute confidence in his abilities.

However, Achilles, who possesses immortality, undoubtedly has the right to say so.

“That works too.” Atalanta was a bit more meticulous. “But if that guy activates his Noble Phantasm, retreat immediately.”

"By the way, according to that priest, our Saber will also be coming, along with his Master." Atalanta gave a heads-up in advance, trying to prevent their side from getting into a fight.

"Saber? The class with the strongest overall abilities, I really want to know what kind of person she is. I hope she's not the kind that doesn't pique my interest." Achilles' brows furrowed with fierce fighting spirit.

“Alright, we’re still companions, so let’s not cause any trouble,” Atalanta reminded him.

"I still know this."

Achilles restrained himself slightly, then frowned slightly: "His Master also went to the battlefield in person? He's quite a courageous guy. I admire people like that. Speaking of which, Big Sister."

"Have you seen our Master? The magic circuits are connected, and the orders have been issued, but he just won't show up. Isn't that an unusual situation?"

"No, I've only ever met the white-haired priest who is the Master of Semiramis."

Atalanta pondered for a moment: "However, there is a reason why the magician is hiding, but compared to Saber's Master, he seems a bit too timid."

Sometimes, the difference becomes apparent when you compare them. Both Atalanta and Achilles are well-known heroes in Greek mythology, and even if they follow the contract, they are not without any demands on their Masters.

If they didn't know that Saber's Master was someone who would act alongside Servants, they wouldn't have any complaints about their Master.

"Hahaha, again!"

A maniacal laugh echoed through the forest, accompanied by a strike from the gladiator's short sword that sent the puppet flying like a giant hammer, knocking down several large trees and startling a flock of birds.

"It seems he'll be using his Noble Phantasm soon." Atalanta frowned slightly, then looked back as if sensing something, and drew back the Heavenly Bow.

Achilles also became more vigilant, and his spear was now held upside down.

Accompanied by a rustling sound, and still reflecting a noble radiance in the dim moonlight, a knight clad in azure silver armor emerged, followed by a man wearing sunglasses and a leather jacket who looked like a villain.

"Are you Saber and Saber's Master?" Atalanta relaxed her grip on the Sky Bow slightly, but she was not completely off guard.

"Archer and Rider?" The middle-aged man with a scar on his face patted the cigarette butt off his clothes. "Looks like we're not too late."

His words undoubtedly confirmed Atalanta's guess.

She lowered the Heavenly Bow to show her sincerity: "I didn't expect you to arrive so quickly."

"After all, this is likely to be the first time the two sides have faced off, and I don't want to miss it."

This is a lie.

Shishikage Kairi and Saber rushed here mainly to make things bigger, so as to draw more attention to Aoki Makoto and the others who were carrying out the operation.

"You're really something, aren't you?" Achilles' speed was so fast that he didn't even leave a afterimage in the air, almost like teleportation. He patted Shishikage Kairi's shoulder affectionately, completely ignoring the invisible sword that Saber was already holding to his neck. "Unlike those cowardly guys, you're quite brave. I'm a little envious of Saber."

After all, given Achilles' personality, he would prefer his Master to be a warrior who can fight alongside him, regardless of how strong he is, but at least has the courage.

"Say less, Rider," Atalanta interjected, even though she was also displeased with her Master's behavior, but that wasn't a reason for Achilles to make random comments.

"Alright, Saber, he meant no harm." Only after Shishikage said this did Saber put down her sword.

His voice was clear and pure: "Please keep your distance, Rider, or I will take it as a provocation."

After all, it is too dangerous for a Servant to get so close to the Master of other Servants.

"Alright, alright, I meant no harm." Achilles spread his hands, laughing heartily. He wasn't the kind of Heroic Spirit who was overly self-centered. "However, I did consider fighting you, but unfortunately, you're not qualified to fight me."

As a fellow hero, Achilles could sense from Saber that she was definitely not a minor character. However, since she was not a pure warrior and lacked divinity, Achilles' fighting spirit was not very strong.

"Is that so? For me, ensuring Master's victory is the only thing that matters." I have absolutely no intention of wasting time on irrelevant matters.

Not only a warrior, but also a king, Arthur was very good at weighing the pros and cons.

Moreover, he already knew about Achilles' Noble Phantasm, and Servants without divinity couldn't even harm him.

Unfortunately, King Arthur did not possess divinity.

"All right."

Atalanta interrupted the inexplicably tense atmosphere between the two, her fresh green eyes gazing into the distance as if reflecting the shadow of an enemy.

"The Black faction's servant has arrived."