Fate: Emiya the Host

As a regular club, whether you achieved results or not, there would always be a minimum amount of funding allocated and a sponsored classroom.

That included the half-dead Literature Club.

But a circle was different.

No benefits at all, purely running on love, and not even a classroom.

You could only find a place yourself.

A very awkward type.

Some clubs became circles, which caused once-close friends to drift apart.

After all, if there wasn't even a room to do activities together, what youth are you talking to me about?

Might as well find another group.

Fujimura Taiga saw this and didn't interfere.

Otherwise, with her protectiveness toward her own, she could never have not helped Ritsuka.

From another angle, it was also a way of showing she was angry about the rumors?

Hint: jealous.

Just after joining the Kyudo Club, Fujimura Taiga allowed Shirou to leave early today.

So he sent a message to Ritsuka to ask if she needed help.

The latter sent him an apologetic sticker.

Then said: [I'm really sorry for causing trouble to Emiya-kun.]

Geisha sticker: sitting politely.

[Fujimura-sensei told me about you being forced to join the Kyudo Club. Don't worry, this was with my consent.]

[And Fujimura-sensei is very nice, without her, we couldn't even share a classroom with the Newspaper Club. So Emiya-kun doesn't need to worry. If you have time… actually, better not come. There's a really nasty guy here, and I'm afraid that if you see him you won't be able to stop yourself from punching him.]

[Mm, it's not that I'm defending him, that guy… really is unusual, even though he often bites his tongue when talking…]

In short, Ritsuka wrote more than a thousand words.

Shirou had to set his phone to silent mode because it kept ringing.

In the end, he concluded that Ritsuka wasn't saying she didn't need help, she was saying she wouldn't allow it. Firm attitude.

So Shirou put away his phone and headed to the field.

At this time, the track team was definitely training there.

Passing through the green-painted safety fence, he stepped onto the 400-meter oval track.

Not only was the track team training with enthusiasm, the soccer team was no less so.

Even on crutches, they were still juggling the ball, that kind of passion, Shirou admitted he couldn't match.

So he admired it.

Illya was a beautiful girl, and on a field where you could see the end at a glance, she was easy to spot.

She was on the opposite side of the track, already in a starting pose.

On the oval track, eight lanes were marked with off-white lines.

Illya was in lane 2, and the other lanes were full of girls.

It looked like they were about to race.

He didn't know whether it was 100 meters or 800 meters.

If it was 800 meters, Shirou could just wait for her at the same spot.

If it was 100 meters, he'd need to walk over.

There was no starting gun, just a stopwatch.

With Shirou's eyesight, he could clearly see the stopwatch numbers now.

Pouring magical energy into his eyes counted as an extreme "reinforcement."

And eyes reinforced like that would be dyed blue by his magic, like the eyes of an eagle soaring high.

[Eagle Eye: D+]

'Skipping over E straight to D?'

'Looks like I have quite the sight.'

Since there was no 100-meter sprint, it had to be a long run.

So Shirou stayed in place.

When Illya rounded a bend, her red eyes lit up, and she waved this way. She had just been about to speed up, but saw Shirou's hand gesture.

She could only keep her pace and breathing steady.

As she was about to pass by, Shirou smiled and reached out his hand.

He'd meant to high-five her, but instead…

"Shirou!"

A cute voice came and the the girl pounced.

"Illya."

Shirou was startled, "Aren't you still in the race?"

"Shirou! Shirou! Shirou!"

The girl nuzzled against his chest before standing up.

"Shirou energy replenished, go!"

At that moment, no matter how heroically she set off again, Shirou had already become the target of hostility from the track team.

Note: Not just the girls' track team, but the track team.

In other words, he had offended the entire track team.

A shadow fell over him from behind. Turning around, there stood a Heracles who wasn't in berserker mode, still rational, skin a healthy color, with a smile that wasn't really a smile, "High jump boy?"

"No, look at me, timid and cautious, how could I be high jump boy?", Shirou calmly took a step back.

That height was at least 2.5 meters, and that still wasn't the demigod's limit.

His limit went above 2.5 meters.

That build, those muscles, Shirou feared he'd be mistaken for a certain blue Lancer who did spinning thrusts, and get picked up and thrown.

"Really?", Heracles smiled kindly and pulled out a photo.

"So you're saying the person in this photo isn't you?"

"Of course," Facing the photo of a boy high jumping against the sunset, Shirou nodded seriously.

Breathing steady, heart unmoved, like an ancient well.

"I see," Heracles put the photo away, "Sorry, little brother, wrong person."

"Mm, mm," Shirou righteously said, "Next time please look carefully, what if you scare me into a heart attack?"

"Mm, I'll be careful, sorry," Heracles said regretfully, "I was thinking, if you were high jump boy, with that spirit, entrusting Illya to you wouldn't be bad. But now…"

'Open scheme! Absolutely an open scheme!'

Shirou's eyelid twitched wildly.

And yet he had to step into it, "Sorry, it was my attitude that was wrong."

"Attitude?", Heracles feigned confusion, "What's wrong with your attitude?"

"I am high jump boy. Please be sure to entrust Illya to me," Shirou said it very sincerely.

His fragile shoulders were immediately seized by two huge hands.

Heracles' gaze turned fierce, hair flying, fully becoming a berserker, "Kid, let's duel!"

Shirou: "???"

———

Ten minutes later, standing on the track, Shirou was speechless.

It turned out to be a 100-meter race.

He'd been expecting for nothing.

He thought he could learn how to shoot a hundred heads.

"You brat!", Heracles' face was dark, "Listen up, if you can't beat me, you can forget about marrying Illya for life!"

"Shirou," Illya looked worried.

Heracles really did have the right to say this.

Ever since Kiritsugu and Irisviel went away, he had stayed by Illya's side as her bodyguard.

He was basically half a parent to her. And he had long regarded Illya as his own daughter.

As for why he could still attend school, Chaldea's enrollment requirements were clear.

Age requirement: Adult

"Then I have to win," Shirou's eyes became serious.

He hadn't planned to cheat before, but now, for Illya!

"Ready?"

The PE teacher held a whistle in his mouth, clearly interested.

Not only him, everyone from the track team, plus those strolling around the field and even the guy juggling on crutches, all came over to watch the fun.

Someone even shouted, "Go, high jump boy! Beat that wooden stake Heracles and Illya's yours!"

"Suzuka!"

Illya's face turned bright red as she ran over to cover the mouth of one of the Academy Four Gods.

As for the Academy Four Gods, they were Illya's four best friends in Homurahara:

Gakumazawa Tatsuka

Kurihara Suzuka

Moriyama Nanaki

Katsura Meme

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