Fate: Emiya the Host

Fujimaru Ritsuka had just wanted to step forward, to ask Mash what the situation was right now.

Who knew the latter jumped over and hugged her, propping her shield upright, "Senpai, no matter what words you have, save them for later. Anyway, hurry and get down."

That serious posture made Ritsuka instinctively obey.

Or rather, she had no choice but to obey.

Exaggerated, it was as if they were being targeted by missiles.

Countless crimson streaks of light flew in from the distance.

At first they looked like cross-shaped stars, glowing red and dazzling, flickering in the darkness of night.

But when they fell, it turned out they were nothing less than explosives shaped like cold weapons with immense destructive power.

The ear-piercing roar shook the eardrums.

The explosions almost never ceased.

"Ugh!!!"

Mash struggled to block in front of Ritsuka, her body sliding back across the ground from the impact.

"Mash!"

Ritsuka wanted to stand up and help her, but in the next second, she was stunned by the blast at the edge.

Not really stunned, but simply a normal reaction, scared.

It was only for an instant, and she pressed up right behind Mash.

"Are you okay, Mash?"

"Senpai!"

Flames burst against the shield.

Thick smoke billowed up.

———

"Oh?", For these outsiders, red A had no particular opinion, only to do his own job.

This bit of smoke could never block the vision of an Archer.

He lazily took out a low-quality Noble Phantasm, transformed it into an arrow, "Come on, try this, despicable foreigners."

The instant he locked Red A's position, the Dog-Bro began to move, arriving about fifty meters below the opponent's position, his mana-infused fingers wrote letters in the air. "F," a rune, roughly the shape of this letter.

In that instant, the mana fluctuation belonging only to a Servant was sensed by Red A.

Before the magical bullet could arrive, he abandoned his sniping of Ritsuka and Mash, and leaped away.

BOOM!

Under the strong impact, the tall building collapsed.

The Dog-Bro arranged the numbers, relentlessly chasing red A with his attacks.

The latter used the skyscrapers and inhuman agility for rooftop parkour.

The magical bullets nipped at his heels.

He leapt from one building, turning midair.

About twelve arrows were loosed.

The Dog-Bro didn't counterattack, only laughed heartily, "Mission complete, the rest is up to you, Master."

"Mm, thanks for the hard work."

An equal number, though not crimson but pure blue mana, intercepted all twelve arrows midair without error.

A voice rang by Cu Chulainn's ear, "Caster, from here on act independently. You can test whether these outsiders can be used as main force."

"Indeed," Cu Chulainn praised.

"Though the enemy of my enemy is not necessarily a friend, they seem to have 'qualifications' too."

Turning into spirit form and vanishing, red A said indifferently, "So you had Caster seal off my position just to wait here for me, Emiya Shirou."

"Of course."

Gathering from the front, Shirou projected Kanshou and Bakuya.

"Came to borrow something from you."

"Hm?"

The exact same weapons appeared in his hand.

As Shirou had said, there was no way he would give up the chance to personally kill Emiya Shirou.

Of course, there was also the warrior's habit of not forgetting close combat.

This time without system assistance, Shirou smiled, "Let me borrow that Jeweled Sword for a bit, Archer."

A question mark popped above red A's head.

And in that very instant, Shirou made his move.

The twin blades flew, his hands instantly reconnected to new projections, his legs braced powerfully, springing forth like a coil.

Together with the spinning Kanshou and Bakuya, he shot at red A, immediately slashing with both blades.

"Useless," Red A sneered.

"If I were you, I'd have Caster cooperate with that divine archery to snipe me."

Quickly sidestepping, displaying godlike defense, Shirou's only C-rank swordsmanship was easily dismantled.

"To naively think close combat could defeat me, should I call it stupidity, or ignorance of death?"

After three exchanges, Shirou was forced back, his planned Crane Wing Triple Linked interrupted.

His eyelid twitched slightly, retracting his earlier words.

Trash talk didn't just not work on this guy, it only gave him the chance to act first.

Unwilling to back down, he said, "Not at all. I just think compared to other Heroic Spirits, you're too easy to fight, Ally of Justice."

"Hmph!"

This time it was red A's turn to attack, and with his speed, Shirou couldn't even react before he was already upon him.

But he showed no fear.

Bracing and meeting him head-on.

Though before the force fully pressed down, he'd appropriately yield a bit of ground, retreating with borrowed force.

Afterwards, it was endless offense, leaving Shirou only able to defend again and again.

"What's wrong, Emiya Shirou?", Red A's attacks fell without pause.

Every time, Shirou was forced to block.

Once, twice... on the tenth, Kanshou and Bakuya in his hands were finally knocked flying.

"It's over!"

Red A stepped forward, "Drown together with your ideals, Emiya Shirou."

"I'll properly return those words to you."

His blade-gripping stance unchanged, blue mana formed shape in his hand.

This process was enough for red A to cut Shirou down.

Yet Shirou's expression remained calm, as if possessed by the system itself.

When Kanshou and Bakuya were about to touch his skin, cold enough to raise goosebumps, Red A suddenly retreated, his twin blades hacking wildly toward the sky.

Dense steel arrows poured down like rain, quickly flooding over him.

"Already prepared your arrows in advance?"

After a string of defenses, red A's clothes were slightly dirtied at the edges.

He stepped out of the smoke and dust, face cold.

"Still don't understand? No matter what you do, against me, it's all useless effort."

"Who knows."

Shirou taunted, continuing the clash.

To defeat the Heroic Spirit Emiya, standing at the end of ideals, it was actually simple.

Of course, this "simple" only applied to Emiya Shirou alone.

For others or other Heroic Spirits, unless he deliberately played along, what they faced was a Heroic Spirit Emiya who possibly held the script and would use any means necessary.

Continuous blocks, each clash sparking, each one barely managing to defend.

Faintly, red A felt something off.

He wanted to accelerate and finish Shirou, but as he shifted forms, Shirou for the first time caught an opening.

'An opening!'

In the instant of blocking, sword light flashed. Shirou, always on the defensive, for the first time knocked away red A's Kanshou.

The latter hastily defended, caught off guard and forced back a step.

Then, his expression changed, launching a fierce assault.

But at this moment, the airtight storm of attacks, normally leaving others flustered, was received completely without flaw.

"So that's it," Red A's eyes grew slightly terrifying, "I seem to have heard of this… summoning forth your former self, using it to learn past swordsmanship and magecraft."

"So that's what it is."

The first time, the second, the third, closer and closer.

[Swordsmanship: B+]

Still breaking through without pause.

"Every time you fight me for a round, your technique gets tempered."

"Yeah. If you're scared, then hurry and surrender, Heroic Spirit Emiya."

Shirou didn't hide it anymore, and launched a fierce assault.

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