In the Fate, she’s most likely not an Executor, and Aoko has never even seen Ciel in Tsukihime. Mahoyo Aoko means Ciel wasn’t even born yet so how do they know her? Doesn’t this break the lore?
I think Len will probably play an important role in RG, especially in Satsuki’s route. With the removal of the sex scenes in the remake, Len’s role as a succubus and her core concept will likely undergo some significant changes. I feel like Len will probably play some kind of role in the sequels or future stories.
The Wandering Sea, the Clock Tower, and Atlas are the three major branches of the Mage's Association, but it feels like we've barely seen any mages from the Wandering Sea. Surely Nero Chaos can't be the only one... are there really no other known mages from there?
-It contains stories featuring the prequel episodes of the Fake masters. If you purchase the fate strange fake Bluray, you’ll be able to watch the entire stories, so if you’re interested, please check it out here. thinking about translating the Orlando's story next.
Brief summary (If you don’t want to read a long text, just read it)
>1 Hansa and his mother are from the same YAMA background (people born and raised in the mountains) as Sono G, Tohno, and Kuzuki. Hansa’s mother and her clan all lost their lives while fighting vampires. He likes spicy chili peppers.
>2 The Quartet were originally agents sent by a certain Church organization to kill the troublesome Hansa, who did not listen to the Church’s orders.
>3 Hansa has fought and defeated vampires many times, and during those battles, many parts of his body were disabled, gradually turning him into something like a cyborg. But he lets “good” Vampires go. Because of this, he has been marked by the Church HQ.
>4 The reason he keeps fighting even to the point of injuring his own body is said to be to prove that the great achievements pioneered by the Burial Agency he respects, and by people like his own clan, are not wrong.
“How is it, Hansa?” The woman was smiling. “Do you see your mother a little differently now?” Her organs had been torn apart, blood pouring endlessly from every part of her body. Death was already unavoidable. “Haha… Strong. A truly powerful monster. Honestly, it’s worthy of admiration.” And yet even in her final moments, the first thing she left her still young son with was praise for her enemy. Deep within a harsh mountain range stood a small isolated community.
It was a group of seekers devoted purely to preserving the teachings of their ancestors. They were neither assassins nor magi. Just a bloodline separated slightly from normal society, obsessively polishing a completely impractical martial art through training methods bordering on madness.
The monster that attacked that land called itself an “Dead Apostle” a being that denied humanity itself. “We fought with respect… giving everything we had, like we truly meant to kill each other. And being able to unleash every technique we spent our lives honing… made me genuinely happy. So, Hansa… I, and all of us, are proud we made it this far. We’ll return to the bottom of the valley satisfied.”
The entire clan mobilized to intercept it, and at the cost of everyone’s lives except Hansa’s, they successfully brought the monster down. “You… should become the wind. A wind that embraces everything when it wishes, and sweeps wherever its heart leads it.” Within Hansa’s fading vision, every fallen friend and relative died smiling.
To anyone else, it would have been a bizarre sight. But for Hansa, raised among these people, it felt completely natural. “This isn’t revenge. It isn’t obsession either. Just live however your heart desires. Gain the strength to live more freely than anyone else… and soar through the skies as you please.” Even with her insides torn open, his mother continued teaching him things like how to hunt wild animals and brew good herbal tea and by dawn, she passed away as though simply drifting off to sleep.
Perhaps if someone else had found him in those mountains back then, he might have grown into the kind of person who swore: “I’ll exterminate every Apostle! Revenge alone is my reason for living!” But the first person to take him in was a priest named Dillo a man practically made of pure goodwill. And the Executor who later raised him carried an atmosphere remarkably similar to his mother’s.
Growing up through those encounters, Hansa came to clearly understand one thing: His mother had never hated the monster even once. Even now, he still cannot forget the smiles his clan wore as they fought to the death.
That is why Hansa Cervantes lives freely. He joined the Holy Church of his own will. Though his attitude was carefree and undisciplined, inwardly he remained deeply devout and he held immense respect for the pure strength of those known as the Burial Agency.
And just like his master, Demio Cervantes, he became an Executor. Ironically, that profession ensured he would continue crossing paths with the same kinds of monsters that killed his mother.
Years ago Las Vegas. One afternoon, four girls arrived in the city of Las Vegas. Among them, a twin-tailed girl named Viola pulled out a photograph and spoke. “So this is Hansa... He looks kinda unserious.”
“Did this person really betray the Church…?” A black-haired girl wearing a band-shaped eyepatch, Meisia Kuo, asked the others as though trying to confirm something. “Miss Meisia, investigating that is exactly why we’re here.” Shanti Mukherjee, who had a circular tattoo on her forehead, answered calmly. “Depending on the situation, purification may become necessary.” Katya Campanellis, wearing her hair in a bob cut, smiled faintly as she spoke those dangerous words.
The four girls had been dispatched from one of the Holy Church’s facilities as Executor trainees assigned to work under Hansa. However, their true objective was not to assist him but to monitor him. Hansa was unquestionably among the highest-ranked Executors in terms of ability, but he notoriously lacked dedication toward his work. There were even rumors that he would “let monsters go as long as they paid enough.”
Their mission was to determine whether those rumors were true. And if it turned out that he truly had betrayed the Church, then “purification” in other words, disposal also had to be considered. Their personalities, meanwhile, could not have been more different from one another. Each of them had already reached the average standard expected of an Executor, and together they had been trained as a coordinated four-person combat unit capable of responding to a wide variety of situations.
Originally, they believed that even if things became difficult, subduing a single rogue Executor would be easy enough. But... On the very first day, after being forced to eat pasta buried under a mountain of blazing red chili peppers, the four girls mistakenly assumed their mission had been exposed and nearly launched an attack on him.
Yet they stood absolutely no chance against Hansa. And Hansa himself barely seemed to regard them as threats at all. Not only did he completely neutralize all of their coordinated attacks, he calmly continued deflecting their assault after assault without even counterattacking hard enough to injure them.
For a full two hours. By the time the girls were too exhausted to even stand, Hansa finally seemed to understand why they had attacked him. Without changing expression in the slightest, he casually said: “Well, this is awkward. Wait… do you girls not like spicy food? Sorry.”
“Ahh… I really owe you girls an apology. …Looks like I completely misunderstood how you’re supposed to raise disciples.” Thanks to mediation from Demio Cervantes, the man who called himself Hansa’s master, the incident was ultimately resolved peacefully.
After that, the four girls continued accompanying Hansa for some time as his assistants. There were certainly many occasions where his attitude toward work could only be described as “lacking in sincerity,” and while understandable to a degree, his personal rule of “letting things go if they’re harmless not because of money” was undeniably troublesome as well.
But put simply Hansa was undeniably powerful as an Executor. Even Apostles capable of overwhelming ordinary Executors were handled casually by him, and because he never hesitated to sacrifice parts of his own body if necessary, the rate of his bodily modifications continued to rise higher and higher even after the four girls joined him.
Before long, the girls officially became Hansa’s assistants and accepted him as their mentor as an Executor. Part of the reason was the respect they developed for his overwhelming strength but it was Viola’s remark that ultimately united all four of their feelings into one.
“If we leave him like this, that guy might seriously turn himself into a complete robot someday.” Why would he go that far? When the four girls asked him that question, Hansa answered without the slightest pretension. “Because I know what the real thing looks like.” Hansa spread both arms wide and enthusiastically began speaking to the four girls, who tilted their heads in confusion.
“The Burial Agency. Those people are the true ‘agents of God’s miracles.’ And it’s not just them. Back in my hometown, there were people who fought Apostles to mutual destruction without even sacred armaments like Black Keys. And then there’s executor Karabo, who fights using Mystic Eyes despite standing in the same position as an ordinary Executor. Ahh… once I start talking about this stuff, I seriously can’t stop.”
After finishing his stories about the powerful people he admired, Hansa looked up toward the sky and continued speaking. “The real ones expanded the heavens… for the sake of humanity’s domain. So in that case, I have to keep proving it.” “Proving what?”
“That the successors can freely soar through the skies the pioneers carved open. That the path all of you walked… was something undeniably real.” Hansa spoke with an oddly cheerful expression but none of the four girls understood the words that followed.
After all, they had never known Hansa’s mother. “Because that’s the way of life I chose for myself.” “…Though honestly, maybe even then, I still won’t ever become the real thing myself.
Hansa shrugged his shoulders and added the words with a self-deprecating smile. Looking up at the blue skies of Las Vegas, he let his thoughts drift toward the people who had shaped the long course of history. “Somewhere in history… there were probably people who truly roamed the world exactly as their hearts desired.”