Yoshinaka

In the summoning chamber of Chaldea, Ritsuka stood before the grand summoning circle, his heart pounding with anticipation. Today, Tomoe was beside him, hands clapsed as she waited her beloved Yoshinaka.

The odds were a million-to-one. There were alternate timelines, millions of heroes, and even particular ages of heroes to consider. To find a Yoshinaka that loved Tomoe was near impossible.

Within the swirling light of the magic circle, a tall figure clad in ornate samurai robes. His hair was messy and hung over his face, like a main protagonist in a hentai.

"I am Minamoto no Yoshinaka, known as the Thundering General. I understand the reason for my call and I shall stand as your shield and wield my blade with utmost precision. Together, we shall overcome any obstacle that lies before us."

Powerful, curt, and understanding. That was the vibe Ritsuka got from him. He was a Japanese Heroic Spirit in every sense of the word. A male straight out fairy tales. Over six feet tall, handsome, and coated in royalty.

Ritsuka's eyes widened in awe. No way...!

The impossible had happened. Before him stood the legendary Lord Yoshinaka. Beside him, Tomoe gasped and gaped, mind and words unable to process the man standing before her.

Ritsuka side-glanced her. Tomoe Gozen, a renowned general of Japan and Yoshinaka's wife, was utterly transfixed upon the summoned figure. He thought he saw heart-eyes materialize within the mix of surprise and joy in her features.

Softly, with unbridled excitement in her voice, Tomoe asked, "Lord Yoshinaka... Is it truly you?"

At first, the man was silent, seemingly staring at his wife who was garbed in a bikini. It must have been strange to see his lover in sexy, modern swimwear. It was difficult to decipher his emotions due to his long bangs, however. Eventually, Yoshinaka smiled with a warmth deserving of Tomoe.

"Yes, my beloved Tomoe." Yoshinaka stepped towards her. With every step, Tomoe grew closer and closer to tears. "Fate has allowed us this reunion, if only for a fleeting moment."

Ritsuka, his emotions swirling within him, tried to maintain a composed exterior as he observed the interaction between the reunited couple. Arms linked, hugging, kissing...

...and a subtle grope to the ass? Tomoe's cheeks heated up but she did not resist the subtle gesture. It was firmly done to the ass cheek facing away from Ritsuka but...he could tell. He could see Yoshinaka's long arms go for it.

Ritsuka proceeded to clear his throat and bring the attention to himself, the Master of Yoshinaka. "Lord Yoshinaka, it is an honor to have summoned you at last. Tomoe has been telling us for months how great you are. I look forward to working with you."

A hand was extended. Yoshinaka, after a short deliberation, took it. "I as well," Yoshinaka replied.

Lucky bastard. That's the same hand you used to cope a feel of your wife's booty.

As soon as her husband's arm was free, Tomoe latched onto him, breasts purposely squishing the lucky limb. Although her eyes were filled with gratitude towards Ritsuka, all the Master could think about was being in Yoshinaka's position. "Thank you, Master. Your efforts have brought us together once more. I am forever grateful."

Yoshinaka nodded appreciatively as well. "Indeed, your summoning has granted us a moment of respite in this chaotic world. We shall make the most of it."

Ritsuka's heart skipped a beat as he caught a glimpse of Tomoe's radiant smile. He quickly averted his gaze, determined to hide his own feelings. He cleared his throat again and tried to sound calm, cool, and collected. "Of course, Lord Yoshinaka. Lady Tomoe, please cherish this time together. It is a testament to the bond you share."