Fate: Emiya the Host

'I also want to know why I didn't dare to jump anymore, don't you think so, System-san?'

Shirou's sarcastic and emotionless inner monologue was met only with the silent system.

Seeing that Shirou didn't respond immediately, Jeanne thought she had said something wrong and quickly apologized, "Sorry, I shouldn't have interfered in your life, please forget it."

"No, it's actually on my side," Shirou thought for a moment and still decided to answer, "Actually, I realized I wasn't strong enough, so I planned to give up high jump."

"I see," Jeanne recalled what had just happened.

'That makes sense too. Being a guy, he almost fell just from a casual pull from me. He really is kind of weak.'

'But shouldn't that be even more of a reason to work harder and train?'

Thinking about his matters and realizing overstepping wasn't good, Jeanne smiled, "I understand. Then I won't bother you two anymore, goodbye."

"Goodbye, Jeanne-senpai."

After politely responding, Shirou and Issei walked away.

Break time was almost over, and they hadn't even seen the shadow of any drinks.

Just as Jeanne was about to leave, she caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye of a phone that had fallen to the ground.

She recalled that it was the one Shirou had thrown, and intended to pick it up and return it to him when she had time.

While picking it up, she felt puzzled again.

She was a member of the kendo club and had decent physical strength.

But Shirou's movements earlier didn't seem like someone who had never trained. Yet that strength, honestly didn't add up.

'Could it be he is a genius who picks up things instantly, so his stamina just can't keep up?'

"Hmm?", Jeanne froze.

Just as she was about to grab the phone, it was intercepted by a shadow.

She looked up and saw that striking red hair.

Jeanne was startled.

'What's going on, just a moment after, the high-jump boy turned into a cute girl?'

"Um…", Having grabbed the phone, Ritsuka gave an awkward smile, "Jeanne-senpai, I'm a classmate of Emiya, so just leave his phone to me."

"Ritsuka!", Mash hurriedly ran over, nervous inside.

The two of them had just been like peeping toms, hiding at the top of the stairs eavesdropping on the conversation.

Now facing the real person, they were suddenly like kids caught doing something bad, not even daring to make eye contact.

Let alone the fact that the other person was the academy's super popular beauty Jeanne-senpai.

"Mash… Ritsuka… Emiya?", Jeanne's mind spun like smoke for a while and then roughly understood what was going on.

'So this is Ritsuka, huh. I have heard of her before, the reputation is a bit mixed, but she is also very popular. Didn't expect her to look so much like that high jump… no, that Emiya-kun. Almost mistook them.'

At the same time, Jeanne finally learned Shirou's surname.

'Emiya, huh!'

"Sorry, Jeanne-senpai, Ritsuka just didn't want to trouble you," Mash lowered her head and apologized.

Jeanne raised her hand and smiled, "No need, Mash, I roughly understand now. Since you're in the same class as Emiya, then I'll leave his phone to you. If it's Mash, I still trust you."

"Much appreciated, Jeanne-senpai," After apologizing, Mash pulled away the Ritsuka who was examining the phone.

In a corner, Mash anxiously asked, "Ritsuka, what are you doing?"

"Studying his phone," Ritsuka, like a dedicated researcher, was holding the phone with a shattered screen trying to unlock it.

"No, Ritsuka, that's a crime!", Mash was incoherent.

Ritsuka also felt it wasn't right and sighed, "Alright, let's just keep tailing Emiya-kun."

"Ye-yeah," Mash nodded instinctively, then realized and turned into spiral eyes.

Following someone didn't seem any different from peeking at their phone. So they already committed a crime.

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"Strange," Shirou was deep in thought.

'It feels like I am forgetting something?'

"What's wrong, Emiya?", Seeing Shirou suddenly stop, Issei asked.

"Nothing," Shirou caught up to him.

'If I can't remember, then never mind, it probably isn't anything important.'

They arrived at the vending machine below the school building.

Two unfamiliar upperclassmen were in front. After waiting three minutes, it was finally Shirou's turn.

"What kind of black tea do you want, Issei?"

"Hmm?", Issei stroked his chin in thought, "Do you have any recommendations, Emiya?"

"Me?", Shirou had never drunk it himself, so he really couldn't recommend anything.

"Original flavor. Pure tea aroma. Low in calories."

"Is that so."

Shirou considered whether he should try it too.

He realized that the people around him all seemed to drink black tea.

"What do you think, Issei?"

Shirou asked his opinion, but as soon as he turned around, he saw Issei reacting as if he had met his nemesis, with exaggerated movements and a vigilant expression.

This wasn't just caution anymore, it was like he wanted to keep far, far away.

"Y-you bastard, why are you here?"

'Who?'

'Speaking of which, the voice just now did sound a little familiar.'

Clatter! Clatter!

The vending machine dispensed the drinks.

'No way!'

'I waited in line, I put in the coins, and the drink isn't mine?'

Shirou turned around again, wanting to see who was so shameless.

And then…

"Yo!", The girl bending over to grab the drinks greeted him.

The Chaldea academy uniform was already nice to begin with, on her, it carried an indescribable sense of elegance.

Not to mention the grace, it was immaculately worn.

Her long, slender legs wrapped in black stockings, skin white as snow.

To quote someone, ("I could play with those legs for a lifetime.")

"Rin?", Shirou was surprised.

"Rin?", Rin, having taken the original flavor black tea, gave him a meaningful glance but didn't correct him. Instead, she smiled and handed two of the three black teas to him, "Here, Shirou."

"Shi… Shirou!", From the moment he saw Rin, Issei had already felt something was off.

But after hearing them call each other that way, it was as if a zombie had been struck by divine thunder. Not ascending to immortality, but turned into charcoal.

"Y-you guys…", He trembled as he stretched out his finger, pointing one direction.

As if he said something, or maybe he didn't say anything at all.

Shirou, who had naturally taken the black tea and change handed over by Rin, finally sensed that something was wrong.

"You—", Just as he wanted to say something to Rin, the latter turned and walked away, leaving behind, "You still owe me for the tea. Meet me on the rooftop at noon."

"I'm going to the cafeteria, I don't have time," Shirou replied.

He didn't bring a bento today, so he could only eat at the cafeteria.

Unfortunately, Rin didn't listen, or didn't hear, and was already gone.

"What a headache," He subconsciously wanted to take out his phone to check how many minutes were left before class.

But pulled out nothing.

"Huh?", Shirou, unwilling to believe it, clearly knew both his pockets were empty, but still patted them multiple times.

Then, he remembered.

"Crap, Issei, let's go!", Shirou sprinted, "I left my phone on the stairs!"

"Wa-wait…", Issei was heartbroken.

To him, Shirou now looked like he was running away.

'You've changed, Emiya. You promised me you'd stay away from that demon?'

He now looked like a newlywed who just discovered they'd been scammed, filled with helplessness.

'Shirou, how can you treat me like this? (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)'

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