A party without Giorno

As the day's fatigue weighed heavily on him, Tokiomi slumped into the chair in his study, feeling the exhaustion wash over him. If he couldn't find a way to manage his Servant, he knew he was in danger of meeting an untimely demise unrelated to the Holy Grail War. Reaching out a hand, he grabbed the glass on his desk and brought it to his lips, the strong smell of alcohol hitting his nostrils.

Giorno materialized before Tokiomi, his spiritual form solidifying into a physical one. As he saw his Master holding a drink in his hand, he spoke up, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Celebrating our 'first' victory of the war, Master?" He stood with his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the wall with a casual air that seemed to mock Tokiomi. "Well, Master, was the show entertaining for you?"

Tokiomi remembered in satisfaction at his Servant's impressive display of his skills. "Yes, very impressive," he murmured, taking a slow sip of his drink. "The other masters will surely be worried about facing you in battle.

According to our plan, they won't dare start a fight with us now." He set his glass down on the table and fixed his gaze on his Servant.

"Now that nobody is looking for an Assassin, we can take them out at leisure. I'll have Kotomine's golems scour the city for them; even the real Assassin won't stand a chance against you."

"I'm flattered that you have such faith in me, Master, but I'm not sure a real battle will go as smoothly as you seem to think," Giorno said, nonchalantly running his fingers through his golden locks. He looked more like a high-fashion model than a legendary hero. "I have a feeling we may find out sooner rather than later. Can't you sense it? Something seems to be brewing not too far from here."

"It seems the other participants are having a party without us, Master," said the Servant, his eyes narrowing as he sensed the presence of four, no, five other Servants heading towards the exact location.

Tokiomi's eyes lit up at the news. All gathered in the same place; a battle royale of heroes was a rare sight even in the age of gods. It was practically unheard of in this Holy Grail War. Without hesitation, he jumped out of his chair and approached his Servant.

"Archer, listen up," said the commander, his voice low and urgent. "If everything falls into place, tonight could be our chance to turn the tide of this war. I need you to go to the rendezvous point and stay in spirit form, keeping an eye on the other players. If an opportunity presents itself, take it. If we play our cards right, we may end this conflict in a single stroke."

"I'll assess our enemy's power and avoid any fights that I'm not confident I can win," Giorno promised, turning away from the Magus and taking a step towards the door. "Although I must admit, I've never been very good at following orders..." Giorno trailed off, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he vanished from the room.

As he sat at his desk, Tokiomi's heart was seized with a sudden feeling of unease. Why had he chosen to summon the Servant with the highest potential for independence? He reached for the glass of liquor on his desk, trying to calm his nerves with a drink.

Giorno had vowed to only engage in a battle if he was sure of victory. However, it was a hollow promise, as he refused to even entertain the possibility of defeat. In his mind, any conflict he found himself in would end with him standing victorious. There was simply no other outcome. He had set his sights on the Holy Grail and was determined to claim it for himself, no matter what. Failure was not an option; all his efforts would be for naught if he didn't emerge victorious.

In his spirit form, Giorno made his way to the warehouse docks, where a Servants gathering was taking place. He knew that, depending on their abilities, he might be able to end the war that night. But Giorno knew that fighting many legendary heroes would be challenging. Still, he was confident in his powers and in the strength of his Requiem Stand.

As he leaped onto a shipping crate and crept closer, the sounds of battle became clearer. He had always imagined a fight between Servants would be impressive, but he needed to prepare for what he saw. Two armored figures, one clad in blue and the other in green, were locked in fierce combat. The Servant in green spun around like a whirlwind, his twin spears slicing through the air; each strike met with the invisible sword of the Servant in blue.

Giorno could see that the woman in blue armor was wielding a longsword in the European style, which meant she was likely in the Saber class. He wondered why her sword was invisible and realized that it must be a way to conceal any weaknesses from the enemy. Similarly, the Servant in green had wrapped his spears in cloth to prevent anyone from discovering his vulnerabilities.

The battle raged on, with neither side gaining an advantage over the other. The crates and boxes around them were quickly reduced to rubble as the Servants clashed. Giorno knew he would be struck down if he tried to interfere, even with his Stand's speed and agility. He watched closely, trying to determine if either of the Servants had the power to defeat his Requiem.

After another exchange of blows, both Servants backed off, eyeing each other warily. Giorno scanned the battlefield, taking in as many details as he could. He saw a woman standing behind Saber, presumably her Master, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something unexpected.

A young girl with short white hair stood perfectly still on the edge of a pier, watching the fight. An unnerving fog seemed to be emanating from her. Giorno could sense that she was a Servant, just like the others. He turned his attention away from the fight he had been watching and focused on the new arrival.