Fate: Emiya the Host

Using "sudden change" to describe it may not be very accurate.

In Mitsuzuri Ayako's view, the moment Shirou took the bow, his presence vanished without a trace.

But this did not mean he truly disappeared, but rather merged with himself.

It could be called the "nothingness" realm in martial arts.

This was no longer the domain of mortals, but the domain of "God."

No wonder he said there was no feeling.

A person who had surpassed the obsession with the outcome of shooting an arrow, how could he feel the act of shooting itself?

In his view, shooting or not shooting, thinking or not thinking, was the same thing.

The process of archery and the target instead became insignificant.

Thud!

In a place where even breathing was still, the dull sound of the arrow hitting the target had already arrived.

But everyone had yet to recover from that unbelievable sensation.

If there had to be a description, it would be: without realizing it, the arrow had already been released.

With a state of being oneself, without needing judgment, without needing observation, absolutely hitting the exact center of the bull's-eye.

Such a result, such flawless perfection without any flaw, only existed in legendary demonstrations.

And now it appeared before their eyes.

The boy who exited the zanshin state said, "Sorry, it seems I really am not suited for this place."

Shirou's earlier movements could be summed up in six words: natural, simple, pure.

He completely discarded the etiquette, technique, and showy moves Mitsuzuri Ayako spoke of.

Instead, he followed a rule and principle more natural to himself.

Naturally, he concluded that he was not suited to stay here.

Mitsuzuri Ayako did not respond immediately, but instead said, "Could you let me see your hand?"

"Well… there's no problem."

Shirou put down the bow and extended his right hand.

Mitsuzuri Ayako leaned in, with a solemn, almost sacred posture, held it, and looked closely.

"So it really is."

Earlier Mitsuzuri Ayako had held a sliver of hope, thinking Shirou might be joking with her.

Now that was gone.

People who often held a bow would have calluses on the first joint pads of the middle, ring, and little fingers.

The forearm muscles would also be more developed.

But Shirou had no such characteristics at all.

The slight swelling at his finger joints was only from long-term housework and contact with water.

From this, it could basically be confirmed that he really had barely touched kyudo.

He just shot based on feeling.

'Talent!'

Unparalleled talent, exaggerated to the point Mitsuzuri Ayako thought it absurd.

'Why wasn't Shirou born in the age of ancient wars?'

'With his talent, he would surely have become a general whose name would be recorded in history!'

"Um, Mitsuzuri-senpai, you've been holding… a little too long," Sakura reminded, feeling uncomfortable.

It truly had been too long, several minutes had passed.

"Emiya-kun!", Mitsuzuri Ayako not only didn't let go, but gripped tighter, "This is my one and only request in my life, join the kyudo club as our captain and lead us to wash away our shame!"

"Mitsuzuri-san?", Shirou was puzzled, "I believe I already said, I'm not suited."

"Etiquette and such, if you want to do them, you can do them perfectly. Moreover, you only need to hold the bow and stand there, and no one will question you."

"Please," Mitsuzuri Ayako lowered her head, "help us regain the honor of the kyudo club."

"…"

"President, my brother seems really troubled."

Miyu braced herself and broke Mitsuzuri Ayako's grip on Shirou's hand.

"I understand it's difficult, but Emiya-kun, do you know what kind of talent you have in kyudo?", Mitsuzuri Ayako's seriousness had gone beyond imagination.

She felt Shirou was like a beautiful jade that shone even without careful carving, needing only to be shown to others.

It would be a priceless treasure.

She believed Shirou did not understand his own value.

So—

"Hey, you brats, what are you crowding here for?", Despite being good at kendo, Fujimura Taiga served as the kyudo club's advisor.

Stepping with the swagger of a tiger king, she strolled over.

Seeing Shirou, she first froze, then froze again, then revealed a grin of having caught her prey.

———

"Really now, Fuji-nee. Next time you do something like this, can't you at least tell me? If it's you, I wouldn't refuse," At the kyudo club entrance, Shirou shook his head helplessly.

No wonder she was silent in the infirmary, she must have already decided to have him join the kyudo club.

Even submitted the club application without saying a word.

Looking at it this way, the Literature Club was hardly a proper club.

"Ho-oh-ho," the Tiger said cheerfully, "if I told you, it wouldn't be fun. Besides, what's wrong with being with Miyu? Most importantly, it'll make that white-haired red-eyed little brat jealous."

Thinking of a certain someone possibly crying, fussing, and acting spoiled, Fujimura Taiga almost burst into strange laughter.

Shirou held his forehead.

He knew it would be about that girl.

Someone Fujimura Taiga targeted this much could only be Illya.

Completely inexplicable.

He had no idea where their hostility came from.

"What about the Literature Club?"

"Oh, that," Fujimura Taiga said lightly, "it's already been downgraded to a circle."

"Hm?"

Shirou almost said "?" out loud.

"It's only slightly related to this."

Afraid he would misunderstand, Fujimura Taiga explained, "The student council already planned this, and Fujimaru knew. She sold the gossip to the newspaper club to get them to promote the Literature Club's matters, hoping to revive it."

"Now that it's failed, an early downgrade to a circle is certain."

Sensing he was about to ask something, the Tiger casually added, "As for the newspaper club, they're docked three-fifths of their funds. The clubroom moved to the Literature Club's original room."

"Our room?"

"That's right."

"What about Ritsuka and the others?"

"A circle still wants a room? Of course they'll share with the newspaper club. They're in the same boat anyway."

Shirou: "…"

Thinking of that Literature Club room that was like a storage closet, he could only offer a moment of silence for the two.

As for Merlin, he wasn't worth pitying.

'Turning the academy newspaper into gossip, serves him right.'

"And those two now?"

"Cleaning the stora… new newspaper clubroom."

"Fuji-nee, you were about to say storage room just now, right?", Shirou said coldly.

"Nonsense!", The Tiger roared in anger.

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