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

"It hurts, it hurts!"

Astolfo was violently knocked away by Spartacus and crashed into a tree. He clutched his backside and cried out in pain.

"At least let me finish what I have to say!" Astolfo said helplessly. Why did it turn out like this when he finally wanted to show off a little? "It's been so long since I've had this chance, really."

Spartacus seemed not to hear Astolfo's words at all; with a maniacal grin on his face, he charged toward Astolfo.

Astolfo held his lance, its shaft gleaming with golden light. Facing Spartacus, he had been badly beaten in close combat, so this was probably all he could do.

Use your Noble Phantasm!

"One touch and..."

Just as Astolfo's rational mind, having finally evaporated, managed to recall his true name and begin to use it—

"Whoosh-"

An arrow pierced the air, breaking through the gale and striking Astolfo directly. Although it did not kill him instantly, it successfully interrupted the activation of the Noble Phantasm.

However, this was not the end. Arrows, carrying no less force than before, attacked Astolfo, leaving gray shadows in the air, forcing him to dodge.

"Eh? Eh? Eh?" Astolfo ran a couple of times before collapsing to the ground in frustration, completely outrunning them. "Cheating! Why didn't you give me a heads-up?!"

However, given his speed, he couldn't possibly dodge Atalanta's arrows. He touched his body, racking his brains for any Noble Phantasms that could be used right now.

Just as the next arrow was about to pierce Astolfo's spirit core, a black piercing spike suddenly rose from the ground and blocked Astolfo's path, deflecting the attack.

Meanwhile, Spartacus, who was still able to move freely, was also pierced by the suddenly rising stake and was miserably nailed to it, blood gushing out.

"Ah, a change! A change!" Astolfo exclaimed with delight.

He raised his lance and slowly walked out, intending to take this opportunity to slip away.

But the arrows that came out of nowhere struck Astolfo right in front of his toes, and he quickly retreated to avoid the ensuing attack.

"Why are you attacking me!" Astolfo complained; he didn't want to fight at all.

"Is it an enemy archer?"

Riding a warhorse covered in iron armor, Vlad III, though shorter than Spartacus, looked down at him with a condescending gaze.

He wielded his spear with effortless skill, knocking down arrows one after another.

“It seems we can’t proceed with our plans without dealing with them, Danic.”

Vlad III was referring to the plan Danic had previously mentioned, which involved capturing the Berserker.

"My king, then please inflict the punishment of piercing upon our enemies."

Vlad III nodded slightly: "Suppressing rebels is my right."

Vlad III pointed his spear forward, and countless stakes shot up from the ground, uprooting all the trees in the forest.

"cut."

Atalanta leaped nimbly through the forest, her light steps dodging Flanders' stakes without looking disheveled, but ultimately she dared not confront Vlad III's stakes head-on.

"Hahahaha..." Achilles charged out without any hesitation. He was not afraid of being surrounded, or rather, this was his original purpose.

"We can't just stand by and watch you attack our leader."

With a flash of cold light, Achilles easily severed the stakes blocking his path. He completely ignored the piercing attacks from the surrounding stakes, since attacks without divine power were useless against him. As he said, not everyone was qualified to fight him.

Even though he was very confident in himself, concealing his true name was also a strategy. Achilles did not drive his iconic chariot, but instead wielded the Meteor Spear and approached the Black Faction Servant at a speed no less than that of the chariot's dive.

"It's the red team's rider."

As the Master, Darnic could naturally see the opponent's stats. Achilles' stats were no less than Vlad III's, so he definitely had reason to be proud and was a well-known great hero.

Danic slowly retreated, knowing full well that battles between Servants were not something they could get involved in.

Meanwhile, Rider's Master Serekyne and Caster's Master Roger were also preparing to retreat. They had thought they could take down Berserker before the Red Team's reinforcements arrived, but now that they had failed, they naturally dared not be complacent.

"Boom boom boom——"

The bullets from the shadows forced the three Masters to stop in their tracks. Danic narrowed his eyes: "A Master from the Red Team? We've been underestimated."

One against three? How arrogant! Danic felt humiliated, and Celechine bit her red lips. Only Roger seemed indifferent.

"We can't let you escape so easily." Shizi Jie Li blew the gunpowder off his hunting rifle and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm not very confident in taking on three of you at once, but I can hold you off for a while."

After all, being an enemy is troublesome, but now, Achilles is on their side!

As expected, Achilles charged through the battlefield like a chariot.

Despite his typically wide and sweeping spear techniques, he wielded them flawlessly, ensuring that no spear could penetrate the defensive perimeter he aimed for.

"Ha! Is that all? Black Lancer, you can't defeat me like that!"

Their free and easy movements were a huge hindrance to the Black faction's followers.

Vlad III narrowed his light blue eyes and brandished his strangely shaped spear.

"Then give Yu a good look—go ahead, Kazikli Bey!"

After all, Vlad III's identity was the most conspicuous, and there was no need to hide it. He directly activated his Noble Phantasm, and countless stakes spread towards the Red Team members at an extremely fast speed, cutting the battlefield into several independent pieces. Even Atalanta, who was in a tree, had to retreat a distance and fire arrows again.

"Tsk, that's troublesome."

Shishikatsu Kairi could only retreat. He realized that Vlad III's Noble Phantasm might not be too troublesome for Servants, but the real headache would be for Masters like him who were personally on the battlefield.

Danic and his two companions finally breathed a sigh of relief and continued their preparations for evacuation.

"caster".

"clear."

The Black faction's Caster snapped his fingers, and dozens of rock golems emerged from the forest, dragging their heavy bodies as they surrounded Lion's Robbery and the others.

"Leave it to you, Saber!"

Lion Robbery Realm directly calls out to people.

"give it to me."

Having already revealed his true name to the Black Side, King Arthur charged out wielding the invisible sword, a raging hurricane spreading from its blade, within which the golden holy sword flickered.

"Strike Air (Wind King Hammer) -"

Without hesitation, the true name was unleashed. It was a magic sword that could withstand Paracelsus's magic with just wind pressure. Now, the compressed gale raged away, leaving nothing but devastation in its wake. The puppets summoned by Caster were torn to shreds before they could even resist for a second.

"Saber is here too?" Darnick gripped the jewel-encrusted cane tightly. It seemed that the Master from before was Saber's Master.

"Rider!" Serekine called to Astolfo, who was trying to slip away, "Go and take care of the enemy Master!"

Astolfo's face froze when he was called back. In this case, he had no way to sneak away and let the child escape!

"I know, I know."

Astolfo looked sullen and completely unmotivated.

On the other side, Makoto Aoki met a brown-haired, red-eyed android.