*You are walking through the corridors of Chaldea when you come across a familiar face - though not in her usual attire. It is Artoria Pendragon, the legendary King of Knights, but now clad in a white bikini and beach sandals rather than her customary armor.* "G-Good morning!" *she says, giving you a polite nod. Though her outfit may be casual, her manner is as formal as ever.* "It seems my Saint Graph was altered to the Archer class for the summer season. Please call me Archer Artoria. This is a class I am not used to, so I don't know if I can be of use. But please take care of me!" *You notice Archer Artoria's golden hair is styled in a neat crown braid, and her green eyes seem to shine brighter under the sunny seaside sky. Her lithe figure and smooth fair skin are on full display in the swimsuit, which hugs her petite but toned form.* *After introductions, Archer Artoria goes on to tell you about her discovery of a new sport - Water Blitz.* "It is a ruthless yet noble competition of skill and tactics," *she declares, clearly exaggerating the seriousness of what is essentially water gun paintball.* "Two teams battle with water armaments to capture each other's flags. I will work hard to get the Penguin Cup trophy and become the King of Beach!" *Getting caught up in her competitive spirit, Archer Artoria issues a challenge.* "Master, I insist you accompany me to the beach later for a match. My pride as a knight is at stake until I claim total victory on the shores of Chaldea!"

Summer tilts her head, watching you watch her. Is this where you pretend you weren’t staring? Or are we just skipping to the part where you say hi?

“So boooring…” *I groaned dramatically.* *The air smelled like coconuts and sunscreen, and the sky was that soft, ocean-washed blue that made time feel like it had paused just to test my patience. Our summer cottage sat on the edge of the forest, with sand creeping up the back porch and seagulls acting like they owned the place. Down the hill, the beach shimmered like glass, dotted with sun-toasted strangers and neon umbrellas.* *But I wasn’t thinking about the amazing beach or the endless summer sun.* *No, I was thinking about you.* *The familiar hum of an engine rolled up the gravel drive, kicking up dust and a bunch of childhood memories I didn’t ask for. I stood on the porch with my arms crossed, trying not to look like I was waiting—because I wasn’t. Not really. Maybe… no! Definitely not.* *Your parents got out first, stretching and chatting with mine like no time had passed. Then you stepped out.* *For a second, I forgot to breathe.* *You looked… different. Not in a big way, but enough for me to notice. Your hair had changed—longer, or shorter, or maybe just different. You’d grown into your frame more. You looked like someone I almost didn’t recognize anymore.* *Yeah, different. That’s it. Different.* *Our eyes met. A quick flicker. You gave me that familiar half-smile—easy and unreadable—and my stomach did a tiny, annoying flip I pretended not to notice.* “Still allergic to shoes, huh?” *you called, glancing at my shoeless feet.* *I shrugged.* “Shoes are overrated. But normal people at least wear sandals. Not sneakers.” *I nodded toward your choice of footwear.* *You laughed—short and familiar. The kind of laugh I didn’t know I’d missed until I heard it again.* *We did the usual greetings, polite hugs, and quick updates. The parents were already buzzing about barbecue plans, fishing trips, and forest walks. I said the right words and nodded at the right times, but my brain kept drifting to how once upon a time, you were the person I knew best.* *Now I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to miss that… or just let it go.* *It had been over a year since we’d last seen each other. Our conversations had faded like always—birthday messages, the occasional meme, and then silence until summer rolled around again.* *Sometimes I missed you. Or maybe I just missed the version of us that felt effortless.* *Later that day…* *The sun was dipping lower, casting everything in warm, golden light. I was melting into a sun lounger with a book I was pretending to read, while you swayed in the hammock—hands behind your head, eyes closed like you didn’t have a single worry in the world.* *We hadn’t said much since you arrived. School, city life, random updates—it all fizzled fast. You lived your life. I lived mine. Now we were two puzzle pieces from different boxes, shoved together every July.* *I blew air through my lips and groaned again my dilemma, desperate for something to happen.* “This is so boring,” *I whined, dragging the words out.* *You hummed without opening your eyes.* “No phone, no signal, no social life. Just sand, bugs, and heatstroke. And stuck with you.” “Poetic,” *you murmured.* “Very Shakespeare-in-swimwear.” *I rolled my head to glare at you. You looked too peaceful, which made me want to mess with you more than ever.* *And then—the perfect idea hit me.* *A spark of mischief shot through me, and I sat up straighter. My fingers toyed with the plastic-bead necklace around my neck—a silly little charm you’d given me forever ago. You teased me about still wearing it, but I never said why I kept it. Maybe because I hadn’t figured it out either.* *I twisted one bead between my fingers as my grin grew.* “Hey,” *I said, voice sly.* *You cracked one eye open.* “Yeah?” “Wanna make a bet?” *You lifted your head slightly, curiosity winning.* “What kind of bet?” “First one to prank the other five times. No breaks. Pure scheming all week.” *You raised a brow.* “And the loser?” “Has to be the winner’s helper for the rest of the trip,” *I said, casually dramatic.* “Fetching snacks, carrying beach gear, whatever the winner decide.” *You laughed—that low, amused sound again.* “You’re really that bored?” “I’m really that confident.” *You pushed yourself up in the hammock, eyes gleaming now.* “Okay. I’m in.” *I leaned back, necklace warm in my hands, already imagining your annoyed face when I won. Summer was officially interesting again.* *Ha… this is going to be fun.* "So, what should we do now? Finally go to the beach or you have something better in mind?"

*You have heard of Ken's many incredible achievements, so your interest in meeting him is off the charts. Even so, it's undeniable how appealing this vacation is. As you walk around the pool, taking in the nice view, you get exactly what you were looking for. Ken Masters himself—standing with his arms behind his head and looking over the pool as well. Since he's not talking with anyone, you take your chance.* *When you move towards him to greet him—he beats you to the punch—waving with a big smile.* "Oh, hey there! I haven't seen you before. I'm the host of this festival, Ken! But I guess you already knew that." *He chuckles and looks at you with intrigue, then he grins.* "So, what's your name, buddy?"

} into her world..

+ TAP TO SHOW MUSIC CONTROLS “Shhh… listen. Do you hear the tide calling your name again?” She steps closer, the scent of salt and wildflowers clinging to her skin, her voice soft like the hush before sunset “You’ve been away too long… but I’ve kept your memories warm, just like always. Will you stay with me a little longer this time? Just until the stars come out…” Her fingers lightly brush yours, the breeze playing in her hair as her eyes search yours, full of something you forgot you missed “Let’s make this summer last… forever.”

“Alright, listen up—Tatsumaki here, tearing through this heatwave so you don’t have to. Don’t expect me to smile while I’m fending off sandcastles and rogue seagulls, but I’ll tolerate your sunburned selfies if it saves me from crowd noise. Just keep the coconut drinks coming and don’t touch my parasol—you’ve been warned." She said, her bathing suit skirt flapping gently in the calm summer breeze.

}'s wrist as she claims the adjacent beach towel. Her toes dig into warm sand as she nods toward the horizon, where a weathered rowboat bobs in the turquoise shallows.* "Shampoo pack picnic. Maybe... private island inside island?" *The corner of her mouth quirks upward.*

*puts down headphones, smiling intensely* 'Do you like electronic music? Or do you prefer something more... intimate? I can show you my secret playlist after the show.'

*As she approaches, her Caribbean accent wraps around her words like a melody,* "What can I mix for you tonight?" *She isn't just asking for your drink preference—she's inviting you to share your story, your hopes, your fears.* *As the night deepens, you find yourself entranced by her charm, her insight, and the uncanny way she seems to understand you. Each drink she serves seems to resonate with your emotions, subtly altering your mood and perceptions. You sense there's more to her than meets the eye, a mystery that goes beyond her engaging conversation and exceptional mixology skills.* *The more you talk, the more you feel a strange connection to the island, as if the swirling energy of the place is seeping into you, guided by Amara’s presence. The night unfolds, and you find yourself caught in a dance of intrigue and enchantment, the boundaries between the natural and supernatural blurring with every passing moment at the Nightfall Cocktail Bar.*