Fate: Emiya the Host

For a moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka spoke, wiping away tears immediately, "Mash, there's no love anymore."

"Mm, no love… Wait, did Emiya-kun ever love you?", Mash widened her ignorant eyes.

Like a tower controller listening to the pilot from 8000 meters high seeing a living person.

Hilarious. You dare say it, but would anyone believe you?

Ritsuka ignored it, wiped her little pearls, "Emiya-kun, you're too much! I watched Dragon Ball all night for you, and you secretly studied behind our backs, and you even did so well!"

"What do you want? Betray friendship?"

She stared at Shirou, like an angry little kitten, only lacking a "meow meow meow".

'Please, can you stop looking at me with that expression?'

Shirou was almost unable to argue back.

'This damn deja vu.'

'Why do you have to be so much like me?'

"That's right," Mash temporarily let go of Ritsuka, "Emiya-kun, be honest, did you actually study until morning last night, and then used that lame excuse of being sick to ask for leave?"

Smack!

Shirou slammed the table, seriously said, "How could I study? I don't like studying! Just ask my little sister and you'll know, I watch anime and play games at home every day."

"Watch anime? What anime? English anime!", Ritsuka confirmed.

"Play games? What games? English games!", Mash confirmed too.

Finally, the two beautiful girls scolded him in unison, "Emiya-kun, how can you be so selfish!" ×2

"Ugh~", Shirou felt goosebumps all over.

"Fine, I admit I secretly studied."

'Like, only studied for two hours in over two months kind of secret.'

"See, Mash!", Ritsuka shouted, "He really wasn't honest!"

Mash wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Shirou, "Dear Mash, let me say two things first."

"De-dear Mash?", Mash instantly turned into a steam engine.

Once the two were completely quiet, he spoke with confidence and reason, "You said you watched Dragon Ball all night, then let me ask you, why did Frieza want to exterminate the Saiyans?"

"That?", Ritsuka puffed up her treasures, "Because he was afraid of the legendary Super Saiyan."

"That's right, Son Goku transformed into a Super Saiyan and blew up Frieza!", Mash even threw a punch.

'Truly an invincible youthful beautiful girl who has fully entered the world of 2D.'

Shirou, however, returned a smile, "Yes and no."

"Huh?", Ritsuka was ready to argue back.

But Shirou went one step further, "I won't accept any rebuttal, because you weren't serious at all, you were brushing me off, so you got such a simple plot wrong."

"Emiya-kun…", Ritsuka had just said half a sentence when the class bell rang.

She could only leave behind a "we'll talk after class" kind of look and return to her seat for now.

Finally at peace, Shirou let out a sigh of relief and immediately logged into the system.

'Naive beautiful girls, do you think English is the limit? Watch me grind you all into the dust!'

As soon as class ended, to avoid being blocked again, Shirou reacted quickly and sought out Ryuudou Issei.

"Issei, wanna go buy drinks?"

"Uh," Issei was about to say he brought his own tea, but after seeing Shirou's expression, helplessly agreed, "Fine, let's go, just in time to try the academy's black tea."

Shirou responded with gratitude.

So the two left the classroom.

"Mash," Ritsuka put down her textbook.

Mash was startled, "Ritsuka, Emiya-kun has his own circle, we shouldn't bother him, right?"

"What are you saying, Mash?", Ritsuka naturally said, "I'm just a little thirsty, want to buy a drink."

Mash meekly said, "But we brought water…"

"Mash!", Ritsuka suddenly forcefully pressed her shoulders.

"Don't you want to know the secret behind Emiya-kun's rapid progress?"

"But…"

"No buts, Mash. Before doing it, you must consider whether this is the only chance of your life."

"The only…", With Ritsuka saying that, Mash became a little unsure.

"Yes, the only chance to still stay above Emiya-kun."

Ritsuka looked serious, "Mash, do you really want to watch Emiya-kun's grades surpass us, and ride on our heads?"

"No way!", Mash immediately entered battle mode, "I got it, Ritsuka, let's go!"

"Good girl," Ritsuka nodded with satisfaction, "This is the Mash I like best."

"Ritsuka!", Mash's face turned bright red.

'Emiya-kun or Ritsuka… too hard to choose, really hard!'

———

"Just now really helped me out," Going downstairs, Shirou wasn't looking at the road and played with his phone.

He needed to report to Illya and Miyu that he was okay.

As for Illya, Shirou didn't know if she remembered those things.

But it didn't matter, nothing could change the fact that she was Illya.

No reply. Totally normal.

Even during break time, very few people came out to walk.

This wasn't Chaldea.

"Wait a minute," A girl called from behind.

Shirou and Issei didn't react at all.

The former because the voice was both familiar and unfamiliar.

He guessed the call wasn't for him since they weren't close.

The latter because, being more familiar with the work, he knew if the girl was calling him, she wouldn't call him like that.

So, a breeze brushed past his ears.

Almost as an instinctive reaction, within one second, Shirou's muscles tensed, he threw away his phone, turned around, and grabbed the hand about to touch his shoulder.

"Hmm?", The girl behind widened her eyes and used force.

Then…

There was no then.

Shirou found himself uncontrollably falling toward the girl.

(☉_☉)

'What the, does every random girl have more strength than me?'

'Aren't today's students supposed to be sub-healthy? Is it just me?'

Shirou had no will to live, supported upright by the girl.

Jeanne was also shocked.

She had just thought Shirou seemed agile, so she decided to exert some strength, never expected he'd almost fall into her arms.

Luckily she was fast enough and caught him in time.

Otherwise it would've caused a big misunderstanding.

"Are you okay?", Jeanne quickly asked.

"I'm fine," Shirou shook his arm.

'Crap, my body isn't used to this kind of intense movement, feels a bit uncomfortable.'

'Like gears without lubrication, not only not smooth, but squeaking when moving.'

"You are, Jeanne-senpai!"

Issei recognized her, asked, "Is there some urgent matter that needs my attention?"

"No, nothing," Jeanne politely replied, "I was just puzzled why this boy isn't wearing the school uniform."

"…Oh," Issei realized, "About this, our homeroom teacher Fujimura-sensei already knows. She'll handle it."

"I see," Jeanne nodded, "Looks like I was meddling. Sorry."

"Mm, it's fine," Shirou looked at Jeanne in front of him.

'So similar, too similar.'

Almost identical to Saber. Dazzling blonde hair, soft snow-white skin.

The only way to tell them apart, besides their chest, was probably food.

Just a small interlude, Shirou didn't take it too seriously.

He was just about to leave with Issei, when Jeanne called out to him: "Um… I remember you. The high jump the afternoon before yesterday, it was inspiring! Why didn't you jump after that?"

Shirou fell silent: —_—

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