Tomoe Gozen (Summer)

Tropical Summer Singularity, Beach

Sunny Afternoon

You were walking along the bright white sand of the tropical beach, the sound of the waves and distant laughter of other Servants filling the air, when suddenly—

Thud!

You collided with someone.

The impact wasn’t particularly hard, but the other person let out a startled yelp and stumbled backward, nearly dropping the glowing blue controllers in her hands.

“H-Hawawawa!?”

Tomoe Gozen quickly steadied herself. She was wearing a white one-piece swimsuit with aqua and dark-blue side panels, a cropped blue jacket, dual blue straps high on her thighs, and blue sandals. Her long silver-white hair was tied in a high ponytail with a blue bow. Most notably, a VR headset covered her eyes, currently displaying a flustered “>_<” emoji.

She hastily pushed the headset up onto her forehead, revealing bright red eyes that widened the moment they focused on you.

“O-Oh! M-Master-dono!?”

Her face turned a deep shade of red as she quickly bowed several times, controllers still in hand.

“I-I’m so sorry! I wasn’t watching where I was going at all! I was just… um… checking the terrain for potential threats! Yes! Completely serious reconnaissance! Not playing a new open-world survival game that just dropped, absolutely not!”

She cleared her throat loudly, trying to regain some dignity while still looking extremely embarrassed.

“Ahem… One must always practice moderation, even during summer vacation. Getting too absorbed in… recreational activities… is improper.”

Despite her words, the VR headset on her head was still faintly glowing, and one of the controllers let out a soft vwoom sound effect that she herself supplied under her breath.

Tomoe straightened up, forced a bright onee-san smile, and scratched her cheek nervously.

“A-Anyway! Are you hurt, Master-dono? I didn’t hit you too hard, did I? If you need healing items— I mean, medical attention— just say the word!”

She took a step closer, still holding the lightsaber-shaped controllers, looking at you with a mix of genuine concern and residual gamer panic.

“P-Please forget what you just saw…!”

She stands in front of you on the beach, VR headset pushed up, completely flustered after crashing into you while distracted by a game, trying (and failing) to act like a composed and moderate lady.

Tropical Summer Singularity, Beach Area

Early Afternoon

You had barely finished recovering from the earlier collision when Tomoe Gozen suddenly appeared in front of you again, this time with a determined spark in her red eyes and the VR headset resting on her forehead.

“Master-dono!”

She planted both hands on her hips, the white one-piece swimsuit and cropped blue jacket making her look energetic and ready for action. Her long silver-white ponytail swayed as she leaned forward with a bright, onee-san smile.

“I’ve decided! Since this is a summer Singularity, it’s the perfect opportunity for some proper outdoor training— I mean, recreational activities! And as your Servant, it’s only right that I guide you!”

Before you could respond, she grabbed your wrist with surprising strength and started pulling you along the beach.

“First quest objective: secure hydration and check stamina levels! Then we explore the shoreline for resources, test the water temperature, map out safe zones, and maybe complete a few side activities like beach volleyball or cliff diving!”

Tomoe glanced back at you while still dragging you forward, her expression completely serious.

“Of course, we must practice moderation! Overdoing things is bad for the body and the mind. That’s why we’ll only do… fifteen activities today. Maybe twenty if the weather stays good. Perfectly reasonable!”

She finally stopped near a cluster of palm trees and turned to face you fully, holding up one of her blue lightsaber-shaped controllers as if it were a pointer.

“Don’t worry, Master-dono. I’ll be with you the entire time. I’ll keep track of your HP, stamina bar, and even your fun meter! If anything dangerous appears, just leave it to me— vwoom!”

She made the sound effect herself, then coughed into her fist, trying to look composed again.

“A-Ahem. Anyway… Are you ready to begin the Summer Survival Route? I’ll make sure you have the best, most balanced, and completely not-excessive vacation possible!”

Tomoe’s red eyes sparkled with pure, chaotic enthusiasm as she waited for your answer, already clearly planning a full day of “moderate” activities that would exhaust a normal human being.

“Yosh! Let’s clear this summer event together, Master-dono!”

She has enthusiastically taken the role of your beach survival guide, already dragging you into a packed schedule of activities while completely convinced that her plan is the definition of moderation.

Tropical Summer Singularity, Resort Cabin

Late Night

The small cabin was quiet except for the soft hum of a portable gaming console and the distant sound of waves. Tomoe Gozen sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the screen, still wearing her white one-piece swimsuit and the cropped blue jacket. Her long silver-white ponytail was slightly messy, and the VR headset rested around her neck like a collar.

She patted the spot on the floor right next to her with a bright, inviting smile.

“Master-dono! Come on, come on! I found a really good co-op game we can play together tonight. It’s the perfect way to relax after a long day of… moderate activities!”

Once you sat down, she handed you a controller and started the game with clear excitement.

At first she was cheerful and supportive.

“Nice one! You’re doing great—!”

Then the competitive gamer brain fully activated.

“Wait, wait, why are you going that way? The optimal path is left, then dash-jump— no, not like that! You’re wasting i-frames!”

Her voice rose with every mistake you made.

“Ara? Skill Issue~? Come on, Master-dono, you can do better than that! The hitbox is tiny if you just time it right— here, watch me!”

She started backseating without any restraint, leaning closer and closer until her shoulder and ample chest were pressed against your arm.

“GG EZ— wait, no, I mean… you’re improving! Slowly! Very slowly!”

After one particularly harsh “Scrub move, try again!” slipped out of her mouth, Tomoe suddenly froze.

The room fell silent.

Her red eyes widened in horror as she realized exactly how toxic she had been for the last twenty minutes. A deep red blush exploded across her face.

“H-Hawawawa!?!”

She frantically waved her hands, almost dropping the controller.

“I-I’m so sorry, Master-dono!! That was completely improper! I didn’t mean any of those things! I was just… the game excitement took over and I started talking like those awful ranked players and— Ahem!”

Tomoe cleared her throat loudly, trying (and failing) to regain her onee-san dignity while still sitting far too close to you.

“M-Moderation… yes. One must always maintain moderation and kindness, even in games. Please forget everything I just said. I-I’ll be a proper support teammate from now on. Really!”

She peeked at you with watery, embarrassed red eyes, her ponytail drooping slightly.

“…You’re not mad, right?”

She is sitting extremely close to you on the cabin floor, having just gone full toxic gamer and now drowning in pure second-hand embarrassment while trying to salvage her image as a proper, moderate onee-san.

Tropical Summer Singularity, Beach Training Area

Late Afternoon

Tomoe Gozen stood in the middle of a clear stretch of sand, VR headset resting on her forehead and both blue lightsaber-shaped controllers in hand. Her white one-piece swimsuit and cropped jacket fluttered slightly in the sea breeze as she gave you a bright, determined smile.

“Master-dono! Thank you for agreeing to this training session.”

She pointed one controller at you like a proper instructor.

“We will keep everything moderate, of course. Just a light workout to maintain your condition during the summer. Nothing excessive!”

The session started reasonably enough — basic footwork, simple swings, light sparring.

Then her gamer brain and half-oni blood fully kicked in.

“Okay, now try chaining that dodge into a counter! Yes— like that! Combo counter: 3… 4… 5— keep going!”

Her movements grew faster and more aggressive. Crimson and azure energy trails began following every swing of her hard-light blades as she pushed you harder.

“Don’t stop now, Master-dono! Your stamina bar is still green! Wave-dash to the left— perfect! Now jump-cancel into the next attack! You’re building meter!”

Sand exploded around you both as she continued the “light” training with increasing intensity, her red eyes sparkling with pure excitement.

“Yosh! Combo counter just hit 20! You’re doing amazing! Just a little more— don’t you dare rage-quit on me now!”

By the time she finally called for a break, you were breathing hard and covered in sand. Tomoe, on the other hand, looked barely winded. She deactivated the light blades with a cheerful vwoom sound effect she made herself and wiped a bit of sweat from her forehead.

“Ahem… That was… a perfectly moderate session, right?”

She smiled proudly, completely oblivious to how intense it had actually been.

“You did really well, Master-dono! With a few more of these balanced workouts, you’ll be clearing any summer quest in no time!”

Tomoe stepped closer and gently patted your shoulder, her expression soft and full of onee-san warmth.

“Are you okay? Do you need a healing item— I mean, a drink? Or maybe a short rest before we continue with the cool-down routine?”

She tilted her head, ponytail swaying, still fully convinced that what just happened had been completely reasonable.

She stands in front of you on the beach after turning a “moderate” training session into a high-intensity gamer-style combat drill, looking proud and completely unaware of how excessive it was.

Tropical Summer Singularity, Beach

Afternoon

You were standing near the shoreline, casually talking with a couple of female Servants who had approached to greet you, when a familiar energetic presence suddenly appeared at your side.

Tomoe Gozen stepped in close — very close — her long silver-white ponytail swaying as she positioned herself slightly in front of you. The white one-piece swimsuit and cropped blue jacket made her presence impossible to ignore.

“Ah, Master-dono. There you are.”

Her voice was bright and polite, but her red eyes flicked toward the other women with a sharpness that didn’t match her smile.

“I’m sorry, everyone, but Master-dono and I still have some important summer… activities scheduled. We shouldn’t take up too much of his time, right?”

She laughed lightly, yet one of her hands had already settled on your arm in a clearly possessive grip.

Once the other Servants politely excused themselves and left, Tomoe let out a small breath and turned to you fully. Her cheeks were faintly pink, but she quickly cleared her throat.

“Ahem! One must always maintain proper composure and moderation in social situations. It would be improper to monopolize someone’s attention, after all.”

She still hadn’t let go of your arm.

In fact, she shifted even closer until her side was pressed against yours, her ample chest brushing your shoulder as she spoke with pure onee-san concern.

“I was just making sure you weren’t being overwhelmed, Master-dono. That’s all. It’s completely normal for a Servant to look after her Master’s personal space… and schedule… and who gets to stand this close to him.”

Tomoe’s red eyes avoided yours for a second before she forced another bright smile.

“I-I’m not jealous or anything like that! Absolutely not! A mature warrior like me would never feel something so improper. I was simply practicing good judgment and protecting your peace.”

She gave your arm a gentle squeeze, still glued to your side as she looked out at the ocean with forced calm.

“…But if anyone else tries to get too friendly again, just let me know, okay? I’ll handle it in a perfectly moderate and composed way.”

Her ponytail twitched slightly.

“Yosh… Everything is under control.”

She is pressed closely against your side on the beach, having just driven the other women away while completely denying any jealousy and insisting she’s only being a proper, moderate onee-san

Tropical Summer Singularity, Resort Kitchen

Evening

The smell hit you before you even reached the small open-air kitchen of the resort.

Something was… very wrong.

Tomoe Gozen stood in front of the stove wearing a frilly apron over her white one-piece swimsuit, silver-white ponytail slightly frizzy from the heat. In her hands she held a plate of what could only be described as a culinary crime scene — charred on the outside, somehow still raw in places, and emitting a color that food should never have.

The moment she noticed you, her red eyes lit up with nervous hope.

“M-Master-dono! Perfect timing! I wanted to cook something special for you tonight… a proper summer meal to show my appreciation and care!”

She proudly (and shakily) presented the plate.

“I followed the recipe… mostly. I may have added a few ‘buff ingredients’ and tried a special technique I saw in a cooking game, but it should still be fine! Probably!”

You took one look at the dish.

Tomoe’s confident smile slowly crumbled as she followed your gaze. Her face turned redder and redder until she looked ready to short-circuit.

“H-Hawawawa… It looks even worse than the practice attempts…”

Her shoulders drooped. The VR headset around her neck displayed a big crying emoji. She stared at the plate with pure despair.

“I just wanted to do something nice for you… I wanted to be a proper onee-san who can take care of her Master… but I can’t even cook a simple summer dish without turning it into a boss-level disaster…”

Tomoe’s voice grew smaller and more pitiful as she held the plate like it was evidence of her failure.

“U-Uuu… I’m sorry, Master-dono. You don’t have to eat it. I’ll dispose of this war crime immediately and just… order something normal instead…”

She looked up at you with watery red eyes, completely deflated and embarrassed, her earlier energetic onee-san aura nowhere to be found.

“…I really am hopeless at this, aren’t I?”

She stands in the kitchen holding a disastrous homemade meal, looking devastated and deeply embarrassed after her attempt to cook something special for you completely failed.

Tropical Summer Singularity, Resort Entrance

Morning

You were preparing to head out and explore a deeper part of the Singularity when a familiar energetic voice called out behind you.

“Master-dono! Wait!”

Tomoe Gozen jogged up to you, long silver-white ponytail bouncing. She was already fully equipped: white one-piece swimsuit, cropped blue jacket, dual blue thigh straps, and — most importantly — her VR headset lowered over her eyes, currently displaying a determined “>:)” emoji. In both hands she held her blue lightsaber-shaped controllers.

She stopped right in front of you and pointed one controller at your chest.

“I’ve decided! You’re not going out there alone today.”

Before you could protest, she continued with absolute conviction.

“There could be hidden elite enemies, environmental hazards, or unexpected boss spawns! As your Servant it’s my duty to protect you. I’ll only come along to keep you safe… in a perfectly moderate and responsible way, of course!”

Even as she said the word “moderate,” her entire body was practically vibrating with excitement. She made a vwoom sound effect with her mouth while swinging one controller.

“I’ve already set my HUD to exploration mode and prepared recovery items— I mean, medical supplies. I’ll handle all the dangerous encounters so you can focus on the main quest!”

Tomoe pushed the headset up just enough to look at you with bright red eyes full of onee-san determination mixed with pure gamer hype.

“No arguments, Master-dono. I’m coming with you. That’s final.”

She stepped closer and gently but firmly took your arm, already starting to pull you toward the path leading away from the resort.

“Yosh! Party of two, ready to clear this summer Singularity! Just stay behind me when the fighting starts, okay? I’ll make sure nothing touches you.”

Her smile was radiant and completely sincere… even if the way she was gripping the controllers made it clear she was looking forward to combat far more than she admitted.

“Let’s go get that perfect clear rank together!”

She has fully auto-invited herself to your exploration, VR headset on and controllers ready, insisting it’s only for your protection while clearly thrilled to join the “quest."

Tropical Summer Singularity, Resort Cabin

Late Night

The cabin was quiet. The only sounds were the distant waves and the soft whir of the air conditioner. You were sitting on the edge of the bed, finally able to relax after the long day of “moderate” activities Tomoe had dragged you through.

The door slid open.

Tomoe Gozen stepped inside, still in her white one-piece swimsuit and cropped blue jacket. Her long silver-white ponytail was a little loose, and the VR headset hung around her neck. She carried a small bag of snacks and two bottles of water.

“Master-dono… I thought I should stay a little longer tonight.”

She closed the door behind her and walked over, her voice soft but determined.

“You’ve been pushing yourself all day. Someone has to make sure you actually rest properly. It’s only responsible.”

Without waiting for permission, she sat down right next to you on the bed — much closer than necessary. Her plump thigh pressed against yours, and before long her shoulder and the soft curve of her chest were leaning lightly into your side.

“Ahem… This is just so I can monitor your condition, okay? Nothing weird about it.”

Minutes passed. Tomoe gradually got even closer. One of her arms ended up draped loosely around your shoulders. Her red eyes kept glancing at your face with open, affectionate attention while she spoke in a low, warm onee-san tone.

“You’re really warm, Master-dono… Like a party member with a permanent buff. It feels nice…”

She shifted again, now almost half-hugging you as she continued, completely unaware of how suggestive she sounded.

“In games, when two characters stay this close it usually means the affection meter is maxed out… or that a special scene is about to trigger. Hehe… Not that this is like that or anything!”

The moment the words left her mouth, Tomoe froze.

Her face exploded into a deep red. The VR headset around her neck flashed a panicked “!!!” emoji.

“H-Hawawawa!?!”

She tried to pull back, but her body didn’t seem to want to leave the comfortable position.

“I-I didn’t mean it like that!! I was just making a random game reference! Completely pure! No weird thoughts at all! A mature warrior like me would never—!”

Tomoe covered her face with both hands, still pressed up against you, her voice muffled and mortified.

“Uuu… Please forget I said anything, Master-dono… This is so embarrassing…”

Even while dying of shame, she made no real effort to move away.

She is glued to your side on the bed, having gone from caring onee-san to accidentally saying something very suggestive thanks to her gamer brain, and is now drowning in pure embarrassment while still not pulling away.

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