Cards: Beginning with the Oath Beneath the Snow

On the first day after I transmigrated into a card-based world, the city was gone.

Monsters, ruins, blood.

A man named Kiritsugu Emiya saved me and said, “From now on, you’ll take my surname.”

In this world, cards are everything.

Character cards let you possess their users and fight. Item cards can summon divine weapons. Field cards can rewrite the battlefield.

I was swindled out of all my savings buying a fake medium.

With that fake relic, a strand of my little sister’s hair, and a blank Holy Grail card, I closed my eyes and told myself a story: a red-haired boy who fought his way through the Holy Grail War alone for his sister.

On a snowy night, covered in blood and with his sword chipped, he smiled and said,

“I will become a hero of justice.”

The card was gold.

Epic [Vow Beneath the Snow]

My little sister said, “One strand of your hair has turned the same color as mine, big brother.”

My adoptive father said, “Don’t let anyone see this card until you’re strong enough.”

But by then, strangers in the mist had already tracked us down by following the traces left by the medium.

They had caught the scent of an epic.

I was only eleven.

I was weak.

But my story was just beginning.