Fate/Nusantara: The First Holy Grail War
Chapter 1

On a quiet night there was a boy standing in a temple ruins with a broken old keris, then drawing a magic diagram that read ancient Javanese script on it. It makes him use a piece of wood with high precision. After all is ready, there are only two things left that he needs to fulfill: drain the chakra – magic energy – accompanied by a spell reading.

the boy held his hand that sealed the Commandments forward, then drained the chakras from all over his body. But he did not recite the mantra. He just said something in his heart. It is not ancient lyrics that are hundreds of years old, but rather a line of hope for the future. I don't know what he said, which was clear along with it, a golden light emanated from the magic diagram on the ground.

"My hope will shape your body" he said at the end of the ritual. "And your sword, shape my destiny."

The explosion of light was created for the second time that night. It was just that this time was not just to call someone into the world. The materialized figure on top of the magic diagram was, a figure brought in from the Throne of Heroes. Existence that lived a millennium ago, but his name is still engraved in the historical record to this day.

The sharp-edged dashing figure whose presence actually made the man who called him feel small. The figure uses akarambalangan asusungkul ⁇ mas'. It stood up gallantly and let out a fierce detached aura pressure, even though it just stood up without doing anything. No doubt, he must have been the most respected man in the past.

But all that power immediately seemed to contradict his humble attitude when he bowed his knees before the man who called him. His gaze was glued to the ground as if paying the utmost respect. With his right hand on his chest, he spoke with courtesy.

"Greetings, Milord. I'm the Rider" He introduced himself as one of the seven classes of Servants who will fight in the Holy Grail War. "Your hope has shaped my body. And my sword, will shape your destiny."

the boy who had become a master did not immediately reply. He frowned to himself for a while, never imagining that one day a king would bow to his knees before him. The thrill of suspense as well as pride, which feels impossible to believe. As soon as his calm returned, he immediately said out loud.

"Can you lead me to victory?"

"I once vowed to unite the archipelago I did well. There is no reason for me to make you fail now, my lord."

Hearing Rider's reply, the man showed no change in facial expression. Though secretly, there was little relief when he heard the words of his great Servant.

"Sir I have one question for you willing are you my question?"

"What's your question?"

"The goal of following this war is to create peace in the world"

"So noble goal and now my rider vows to give victory to you"

"Good"

"To convince you, would you be willing if I show you something, sir?" ask Rider.

Without a second thought, the boy replied, "Show me."

Rider smiled steadily, then stood up. He stretched one hand to the sky, triggering a miracle. The orange light suddenly radiated from nothing created a very gallant horse.

The boy was surprised by the horse.

"Alright sir let's go with your mount to victory. Now go up," asked Rider while the horse to duck obediently in order to be ridden.

For a long time nothing surprised him like this. The Holy Grail War was no ordinary war. The War of the Holy Grail, is the setting where legends with their respective wonders clash, of which only the best can survive to the end.

"Alright Rider." replied the man while riding the rider's horse.

When the two were at the top, the rider immediately spurred his horse to leave where they met.