Jack - Nature

In just a short while, he seemed to have gotten the hang of the situation, and was speaking naturally with the being.

“So, you’re saying that because you were nobody at all, you gained the power to become anybody at all, huh....”

“Righto. You got lucky, though. If I had manifested as a Servant of any other class, I would have possessed your body and gone on a maddened rampage to... well, in any case, let us just say that I would be swimming in blood by now."

“Uh....” Flatt found it difficult to interpret that as a joke. He couldn’t help but look around at the faces of the people around him.

Were Jack to go on a rampage, most magi would worry that ordinary people would come to know of the existence of magic. Flatt, however, found himself relieved for a different reason, one rather atypical of a mage.

“U-um... by the way, what class are you? Are you Assassin?”

“Ah, my apologies. I am of the Berserker class.”

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Fate/Strange Fake, Volume 1, Prologue 2: Berserker