Let's pursue Kim Yushin

Death.... this was the last thought of one of Korea's biggest heroes, one who was praised to the heavens as an Idol of Power and Wisdom. It was actually not uncommon how some businessmen tried to proof that they were in some way relatives to this ancient hero. Little Children were listening in awe to the adventure inspiring tales from their grandfathers, that often appeared to be a bit nationalistic and filled with surrealism that even the most crazy of Korean Dramas watched by the older siblings next door felt like a completely normal situation.

The fact that an ancestor was Chinese mattered little, only with a rise of communism had this once so great pearl of East Asia suffered in reputation, and the Yellow Emperor still remained a figure that rivaled the Greek who had brought Fire to the human race. They would certainly feel much different about the Japanese Jingu, who had invaded Korea and laid a keystone for several future attempts and ...successes on the Korean homeland, still leading to major tensions between the two nations, up to this modern day.

However much of those old stories may be wrong or true, a new legend was about to begin, the main cast once more the very same Yushin, who had already seen death. This time not much of the old wise general formed in the circle. Instead a young woman with light armor and a very big sword and additional side arms answered the call of this little boy. Little, he was not as much in size as in experience. Kim Yushin, a warrior who was not known for having wielded a magical sword or special horse, but instead the entire body a far above human weapon was brought back to life.

The Berserker, one of the classes just too fitting for the once wild woman, raging across the Battle Field like an Insane Storm just to calm down as if nothing had happened, took a look at her summoner and began to laugh full of joy. You would not ever hope to dream to see the world with your own eyes again, and death was boring. As much as they said. She certainly did not remember anything, because there was nothing to remember. Yet, this alone already proofed that there was nothing worthwhile to remember... boring in short.

The magical power's peak was during the hour of the Witch, some would call this the time around midnight, as such the time this rookie had chosen was quite far off the mark, and even someone who was barely involved with magic, gods and fairies excluded, knew about this bit of common knowledge. She just could not stop laughing, her steeled abs beginning to ache under the refound pleasure of laughing.

However this kid had summoned her, and managed to do it, no matter how shitty he must feel afterwards. There were clearly weaker Heroic Spirits available and Berserkers were not exactly known for their restrain, Kim Yushin was not exactly known for holding back. But she did not pity him, rather than approaching him with a wide grin on her face and slapping him on the back.

"Well done, young one. Did not expect a brat like you capable of summoning ME. Kim Yushin answered your call. Be grateful for that."

Yes, that was the way to praise an up growing child. He still had some things to learn, but he was not the only one and no matter how high the unifying symbol thought of herself, she was aware that she had some ..minor issues as well. Clearly somehow not all of her thoughts were as clear as she hoped. All the wisdom about strategical movement, accumulated over years of War and the experience of countless battles seemed distant and hazy. Everything that did not involve how to most efficiently slay your opponent, preferably up close.

"Well, the limitation of a Berserker I guess.... Ah, right. Guess you know that already, but my class is Berserker, and what's your name, kid?"

The introduction, step one on her new attempt to unify the country, no.. this time THE WORLD.. has come.

"What did you just say? We just greeted each other and you already start to complain about me?"

Her face moved close to his, the fury clearly visible in her eyes, and already taking some of his prana to eventually return it in a very unfavorable form, her fist. It was clear that this one was just a kid, but it was not uncommon for a man of his age to have fought countless battles and she was considering her physical age not really older than her master.

Yet he was whining like a little baby and she was not exactly happy of having been summoned outside of the more adequate Knight Class either, albeit thinking a bit on the side, she had to accept the inner sweatdrop and the fact that there might have been some moments when Yushin acted a bit brash and more like an unstoppable Zealot than a well mannered Knight. But it still remained that Berserkers were usually reserved for weaker Spirits who required a boost. Where in the Emperor's name was this powerful Syllan General weak!?

It had bothered her before and hearing this now only increased her discomfort about the situation. Apparently she had also not the best Luck given her master. Was he just the extremely cautious kind or really some kind of coward? ....Or could it be?

"Are you telling me that you will break the first time I draw my weapon or what? If you can't handle it, summon some cowardly assassin instead and hide under the bed." My main question is... are you adequate for me? You cannot win a War with a weak minded attitude."

Oh well, this began rather bad. The temper was more than normal for the currently young woman and renowned to act a bit strict to the people who would not fit to her Standard, this even included the own children. However there was more standing on the line than just a single life, the entire Honor of the Family, the entire Kingdom, and now that Kim had noticed the real size of the World, the entirety of Mankind. They were really slacking off and becoming weaker. She could not deny that she was actually worried how long humans would last like that.

But she decided to pull her master some slack and distance herself a bit from her ally. This was the problem, he was not an enemy, but her very life insurance. Breaking him would also break her ambitions. There was no way she could last long enough without his mana.

Calm down.... calm down... you need that guy right now.

Her fist trembled for some additional seconds, before she let out a sorrowful sigh and finally calmed down. No matter how much she would have imagined kicking his head off the shoulders, instead of just breaking the neck, all another thanks to how the human physique had grown weaker over the past thousand years, it was a bit too much, even for her.

I might be overreacting a bit.

Another sigh followed.

"Hmmm... maybe I was a bit fast there."

She said while absentminded playing with the end of her braided hair. The boy did honestly not look like a Warrior or anyone who could become an intimidating figure on the battle field. However this did not mean much. In her case there were some moments when the enemy looked down on her and some display of skill was the only means to lead them back into their little stable, filled with all the other scared lambs.

Indeed... there were a couple of people who were better at showing off than fighting for real. The true power was something that came from within and you could not measure bravery by the size of one's muscles. Well, it would not be bad for the kid to work a bit on himself. Guts alone could not win a War. He really needed the Strength to succeed and while Yushin was more than willing to play the brawns, it did not mean that the master had to be a lightweight pushed away by the first gust of wind some enemy magus might send his way.

There was also the fact that a General was not exactly only known for the muscles but also the brain, and Berserker hoped that the kid had more to offer than just some prana, which from his earlier statement also could be in the lower levels. She sure had chosen herself a weird one, or rather he had ... chosen her? Even that slowly began to sound more like some kind of accidental summoning than a real thought out plan or he would not have been so confused about his servant.

Oh geez... what a mess! But the Korean general remained quiet and looked like she had no care in this world, shifting her balance slightly and then taking another side glance at her master. What was his name again? Oh heck, it was so more easy to just call him kid or boy. At least the brat was left aside and also slightly unfitting when Kim reminded herself of her own physical age. Hey, it was really nice to be young again. However some things also felt amiss, thanks to Berserker Status, and that was to evaluate his inner strength by just looking at him.

Yeah, his true potential had to be explored in Battle, the old way, and this could become either interesting or very disappointing. Maybe the idea of seeing a young warrior grow enough that he could actually really stand on a shield filled with pride and not falling off clumsily when the wind got a bit rougher entertained her, Kim Yushin smiling for a brief moment.

"Well, let's hope that you really will not get the shield as a Burial Gift at this young age. It is wonderful to be young, but also not too shabby to grow wise enough and old enough to see what the future might bring. Although there is a certain limit when this really just means getting old. Anyway..."

Berserker now turned her full attention back to her master, and decided to add a little bit to her earlier statements, as well as making her only existing rule quite clear, clear enough that he could burn it into the back AND front, as nonexistent this metaphor was, of his head.

"I will accept that you are my master. There is no need to be scared of me being in the Berserker Class either. It is more or less a specialty of mine to return to sanity quite easily. This means that I am a bit less difficult to handle when I go a bit crazy than other candidates you might know of. I have in fact no interest in going completely mad to fit as a role model for that class. The typically summoned servants are supposedly weak and get a boost to fight well enough in this Mad Enhanced State. There is no need to do this with me at all. What I don't accept is cowardice. That is all. Any other questions?"

Somehow the lady with a fierce temperament and a slightly rude attitude had adapted a bit to her environment and softened up before the boy would break under the tension, without having even met his very first opponent. Berserker needed that guy, and his lack of superior skills or fighting power was more than just a hassle. It was also a little bit challenging. She liked a good challenge.~

"So you are one of those fast shooting low stamina guys. Well, fighting's my job anyway. As long as you don't break while trying to stand around, I have no great issues with that."

She threw her hands into the air, albeit easily mistaken for a sign of frustration, Kim just had no other idea to express herself. The summoning went quite well and she had also stopped being disappointed in the Grail's Team Set Up. This was more due to his behaviour than some glass bombs or whatever they were supposed to be. As a Servant she certainly had some knowledge about Thaumaturgy, but this implanted wisdom was all she could muster up when it came to magic.

Besides having met one or the other creature strongly tied to mysteries and other Realms reserved for Gods and Fairies, Berserker had absolutely nothing to do with Magic. A good kick to the neck or splitting enemies apart with the massive edge of her weapon were all the ex General had needed to take care of her enemies. Although some would definitely say that magic was involved in some of her actions and as much Mysteries fell into the part of magic, especially a member of the Grail War could hardly deny its existence.

Yet things had definitely changed a lot... one could easily feel it in the Air, and this included Kim as well. "But humans sure have grown a bit weak these days." The reason not just because life had become more convenient, the decadence rising, and people mostly training their butt muscles on some sofa while a lot of unnecessary stress and unhealthy food did the rest to wear out any human being.

"If this goes on, hamsters will rule the world." Of course a stupid statement without any meaning and Kim could not sound humored or interested enough to give her own words any weight. The young appearing woman was too worried about mankind's future and frowned slightly. At least a hamster would also grow weak just like anything else. If someone would be interested in science fiction films, they might develop a serious paranoia about aliens probably still having the same strength as people of old. Fortunately for her and everyone who had the nerve of intruding her inner monologue, not her specialty.

"I have some information about a box showing news from the world. A TV. Do you have one? I want to use the night to watch some things. But get yourself ready for some action. There is no need to push you on the field when you are this exhausted, but I want to get out of this place soon. This will be one of your last nights with a good portion of sleep. Remember that."

"....no TV? I thought that was a common device that only the extremely poor could not afford one of those. Wait! Could it be that you are just extremely poor?"

Now... if she hadn't landed the jackpot. A little spartan lifestyle was not unwelcome and despite her wealth in a time before unhealthy luxury also found their way into Warrior Nobility she certainly had only lived with the absolute necessities. The only items that had to go through better treatment were weapons, armor and keeping the soldiers in good health and form. You could not bring gold statues to the battle field and expect great use out of them, albeit history speaking for itself when it concerned the foolishness and reckless pride of mankind and some especially comical examples of warriors simply overdoing it with their ornaments over practical need. And yet, the sight of this place could easily betray all expectations and hopes of someone who held a great interest in the new World.

She wanted to see so much more of the World than just some house that was simply lacking in appeal and some scrawny guy who really needed some serious work out. If not for the fact that he was already too old for it, she would consider to ask his mother to give him more breast milk for healthy growth. "So, you have no money, no strength and you are in the end an 'Eight-Shot-Wonder', heh?"

Berserker grinned waggish as she was undermining his manliness once more before patting him on the shoulder. "Well, don't sweat it. I will make a real man out of you, one way or another. We can start by drinking." Without another second of wait, she grabbed him by the legs and threw him over her right shoulder. Kim Yushin was not exactly one of those overly tall and broad shouldered generals that history loved to speak about, turning their heroes into true Symbols of Might, if not turning them into Gods themselves. Well, in a sense there was at least a bit Divinity in her bloodline, but none really mattered when you had to prove your worth on the battle field. A name was only as important as the holder and not as important as the family. Mother, dearest would definitely not save you from death after you had been mortally wounded because of your lack of skills.

Yushin did not know much about magi, but they seemed to be the perfect example for people who relied too much on the past. This boy had to be carried into the future and so she decided the next step by herself. "We will now head to this bar you mentioned to gather information and drinks. We also need to celebrate your summoning. ...Hmm, still, I wonder why you like Berserkers."

She shrugged and decided that this would be the last time that she complained about this awkward class for some time, rather enjoying the present than getting bothered about the lack of a proper steed. It was only one City anyway, and not a World Conquest ... for now. Berserker's strong legs would find no problem in carrying her swiftly over the Battle Field to bring despair and death to her enemies, her legs alone broken countless of enemies in the past.

"Down the street, right? It should be easy to find."

Despite her question she was just making conversation. Her master would certainly be capable enough to guide her if she decided to head down the wrong direction. She proceeded with fast steps and thought to have found the doorknob before making a halt to verify her intention and the required backup once again. Needless to say that she was a bit concerned about the payment of their little trip to the bar and their celebration of the Start of a Glorious War.

"...I hope you have the money for that."