"Mm... the second round ends here."
"Well, losing could only be blamed on that Jewel's carelessness."
"Surprising that someone actually died, though."
Hovering high above, having witnessed the entire process, God mused aloud.
Though He'd prepared "Spectator Seats" for those eliminated, He'd never guaranteed their safety before reaching them.
After all, things that could affect the soul were rare. He couldn't be bothered to prepare every contingency.
Without risk, where was the fun?
"The Dragon Balls are supposed to bring hope and beauty..."
"But will any selfish bastard manage to win?"
Gazing skyward, peering through the rifts between universes, He traced exactly which world the seven Dragon Balls had entered.
"Oh? So that's how it unfolds?"
"One second to annihilate everyone else... ending the Dragon Ball War just like that."
"That won't do. The others haven't even summoned Servants yet—this hardly counts as a confrontation."
"Time to add some appropriate intensity."
Observing a certain Servant's absurd battle record, God was mildly displeased.
He rewound that world's timeline to before the start, redirected three Dragon Balls elsewhere, then turned His gaze away.
Following His will's search, it finally settled on three individuals.
...…
Morioh Town.
"We agreed to meet Josuke and the others at Hayato Kawajiri's house tomorrow at 8:30 to search for clues... but something feels off."
Rohan Kishibe sat in his studio, watching the sky darken outside, murmuring softly.
"!"
A crimson mark suddenly flared on the back of his hand, startling him.
"What the—?!"
"A Stand attack?!"
"Yoshikage Kira?!"
Cold sweat beaded on his forehead as he stared at the unfamiliar symbol. Panic crept in.
But he couldn't stop it. Even scanning for hidden Stand users nearby yielded nothing suspicious.
*Clatter.*
A familiar bead struck the ground. Rohan Kishibe froze.
He recognized it immediately.
Any manga artist who didn't would be an embarrassment to the profession.
This was from *Dragon Ball*, created by Akira Toriyama-sensei at Shueisha.
"How can something this absurd exist..."
Before shock could fully set in, a flood of information surged into his mind.
Dragon Ball War.
Master. Command Spell. Summoning Servants.
Defeat the other six Master-Servant pairs to obtain the right to make a wish.
The incantation to summon Shenron. The chant to summon a Servant.
And finally, Rohan Kishibe noticed the most critical detail.
[There is one Master in this war. Upon meeting them, it would be best not to let them die.]
"What..."
"...does that mean?"
Even with his wealth of experience, Rohan struggled to process this.
"Seven... so besides me, there are six others?"
"This is terrible timing. Right when we're about to investigate Yoshikage Kira, this happens?"
Sweat trickled down his cheek. He picked up the fallen Dragon Ball, rose, and examined it through a magnifying glass.
Impossible to determine the material...
But judging by what just occurred, this was almost certainly the real thing.
He, Rohan Kishibe, had been chosen by this mysterious ritual—made one of seven Masters!
Dragon Balls and Shenron...
This was monumental!
Not just Morioh Town—this could involve the entire nation. The world. The universe.
"I need to call Koichi-kun first and check on the others..."
"If I, a Stand user, was selected... there must be others..."
Stand users attracted each other. Rohan believed this unwaveringly.
Since he'd "won the lottery," Koichi, Josuke, Okuyasu, and Jotaro-san might also be among the seven.
...…
"Ugh..."
The girl wandered through unfamiliar streets, flinching at the dim lamplight.
Yanked into this world without warning—she was frightened.
She stared at the Command Spell on the back of her hand, then at the six-starred bead in her palm. She had no idea what to do.
Miyu Edelfelt was utterly lost.
As a Holy Grail herself, she'd apparently been dragged to some terrifying place and flooded with strange knowledge.
Stand Dragon Ball War.
How had she gotten tangled in something this troublesome?
Her brother had just wished her to another world—and suddenly she'd been "snatched" here instead.
Why her?
Was there some necessary reason?
She didn't understand. Couldn't understand.
But one thing was clear:
She needed to survive to the end.
Arriving at a deserted park, she steeled herself and strode toward the center.
"I just summon something like a Heroic Spirit with this?"
The magic circle had already materialized—no catalyst or material required.
All she had to do was recite the chant.
"I announce—"
...…
"What kind of joke is this?"
He stared at the Master who'd summoned him, voice dripping with irritation.
Was he some babysitter?
Great. Stuck with another person who needed constant protection.
"Tch... can't even speak normally?"
"Your wish is to cure yourself?"
"Pathetic."
He glared at the girl lying in the hospital bed, not bothering to hide his contempt.
'You're using a crutch too, you know.'
The girl's mental complaint earned nothing but a cold snort.
"Don't compare me to you."
Understanding her condition, he responded icily.
His words were harsh—but he was already confident of victory.
Summoned as Berserker, he'd retained full rationality despite "Mad Enhancement."
In fact, the boost from Mad Enhancement had restored him to peak condition.
Academy City's strongest Level 5, returned to his prime—that was no joke.
'Then I'm counting on you, Berserker!'
'My name is Konno Yuuki.'
'If that's too much, just call me Yuuki.'
"Tch. Couldn't care less about your name."
With those callous words, the white-haired Servant walked out of the ward.
...…
Having completed the incantation, Miyu watched a figure with long, straight black hair emerge from the array.
She froze.
"Are you my Master?"
"Y-Yes..."
The question caught her off guard; she answered reflexively.
"Archer—Akemi Homura. Pleased to work with you."
"Miyu... um..."
Slightly unnerved by Homura's "keep your distance" aura, Miyu hesitated to give her full name.
'So this is the war Sakura participated in?'
'My condition is better than before—because I've become a Heroic Spirit?'
Simultaneously, Akemi Homura assessed her own state.
Far more powerful than when she was merely a Magical Girl.
And this "Master" seemed to possess extraordinary magical reserves...
Drawing on her Master's energy alone, she could freely manipulate time-stop and reversal through her Servant abilities.
This war... she was certain to win!