First of all, it’s nice to see LiSA in action again as she performs in Fate/Zero’s opening sequence, “oath sign”. Her voice was certainly nice to see in Angel Beats, and I’m glad that she’s getting more exposure now. The animation is also solid as of now; we’ll see how this goes. We’re off to a slow start as the series introduces its cast, but we’re starting to get the cliffhangers now by the end of the second episode.

First of all, some masters are definitely going to have some problems with their servants. Waver and Iskandar are already off to a bad understanding, with Iskandar having more interest in re-conquering the world now that he’s back, with Waver wanting the Grail just to prove his teacher wrong. Well, he is the King of Conquerors. I can’t see how they’d get along well together with such little rapport. Waver did steal the artifact to summon Rider, after all, so he shouldn’t be in this crazy game in the first place. Rider does show a fraction of his power, though, so we’ll see how far they can go after they meet head-on with another master and servant.

Naturally, I’m interested in one of the protagonists, Kiritsugu. Just because he appears to have much more of a backstory and personality than Shirou. He reminds me almost of Hei from Darker than Black: Cold and mysterious on the exterior (with threatening titles as well: Black Reaper/Magus Killer), but with a tragic past. Of course, he is kind and caring to the people he truly cares about. I’m glad he and Ilya are getting along well, especially after when he didn’t even seem to look at the newborn Ilya. However, after seeing that King Arthur isn’t all that he seems to be, Irisviel says that he’s already given up. Just because he is a she? Or just because she, Saber (Arthuria), was forced to accept her fate as king after pulling out the sword from the stone? In any case, we also end up with a broken relationship between master and servant.

Now here comes the dangerous part. We have quite a situation here: Uryuu and Bluebeard. Two dangerous murderers who love to kill. Especially when Bluebeard, Caster, likes to drill hope into his victims then kill them in even crueler ways. Uryuu, a serial killer, is drafted as the seventh master, and the circle is complete. We have an understanding, and therefore dangerous, relationship between the two, and I’m not sure whether they’ll even try for the Grail, or just go off mass murdering anyone they come across. Another one to watch out for is Kariya, but I’ll talk about him after he takes action.

Something to look out for is also the relationship between two masters, Kirei and Tokiomi. Sure, they have an alliance, but it becomes seemingly broken when Assassin gets destroyed by Archer when Kirei sends Assassin in to kill Tokiomi near the end of the second episode. We also get to see a glimpse of Archer’s abilities as well. Too easily done in? Although knowing Kirei, he probably has something else up his sleeve. The animation sure was fluid during the infiltration part, though.

So here’s my two cents on Fate/Zero so far. Not that big of a fan of Type/Moon, but Fate/Zero is definitely going to be blogging material. On the approach to blog it, however, I’m not that sure yet.

It was the end of the day. A troubling school day. I headed to the supermarket, list in hand. Wallet equipped with only enough money to buy a cheap ben-to, I let out a sigh of disappointment. Nonetheless, I had to move on.

I pressed onwards towards the entrance of the supermarket. My Asian frugal senses began tingling. I knew I had to do this soon. Even then, I still waited for her. Suddenly, a whisper. I quickly turned around, expecting her smiling face to be there, as if to show off her mischievous smile. However, she was not there. I checked my phone. 7:02 pm. “She should be here by now,” I thought. “We promised at 7:00 pm today.” I checked the date on my phone. Perhaps it was the wrong day. Saturday. We definitely set it for today, didn’t we? I started doubting my own recollections. A quick shock ran through my fingers as the mobile phone started vibrating. Blood rushing to my head, I swallowed my saliva as I inspected the message that lay before me.

“Sorry! I know we promised last Saturday that we would go out and eat dinner together, but I forgot I had a date with my boyfriend tonight. We’ll do it another time!”

A sinking feeling began to take place in my heart. A boyfriend? Why wasn’t I informed of this? No one ever said she had a boyfriend. Not even her. Feeling depressed already, I had to take a deep breath of the cold air around me to regain my composure. Nonetheless, it was almost closing time. I had to go in now. It was almost time.

There it was. My eyes fixated on the treasure that lay before me. Half off. Half off tags everywhere. Ten minutes before closing time. Every Saturday. It was my tradition. It was my passion. My eyes quickly looked around, examining the tension around me. I was prepared to sacrifice my dinner just for her. But it looks like I’ll be left with cold turkey tonight. I saw the people move in. My fists clenched, and I was ready. I quickly dashed in to snatch my prize.

But what lay ahead was no fight. No brawl. Nothing that I expected. There were tons of meals half off. There were to be no competition. Impossible. Never before was a situation like this. I had watched that anime. There had to be a challenge. But there was none. My eyes almost began to tear up. A young girl, possibly in middle school. I could tell by the uniform. She slowly moved in towards my treasure.

“DON’T TAKE THAT! YOU WANT TO FIGHT?!” I screamed out in frustration.

This was it. Any second now. A fight to the death.

But nothing happened. “O-Okay…” she uttered as she began to tear up, slowly moving away. I slapped her hand away from the prize. It was to be mine. Mine only. There had to be satisfaction. I was drawing attention to the crowd. I had to leave now.

“Hmph…” I grunted, making my leave. I had won the battle. Yet another victorious day.

I walked back home, with prize in hand. I slowly unwrapped it, and began eating. It was to rain tomorrow, said the weather report. My parents hadn’t come back yet. “Their loss…” I murmured. More for me.

And I cried that night. My emotions took a hold of me.

Forever alone.

Based on yesterday’s leftovers.