Volume 1: The Strongest Sword

Chapter 1: The Life of Shirou Emiya

As a sword, it is natural.

iamboneofmysword――

Steel Cast Remnants -

steelismybody――

Flame Forge Blood Soul -

andfireismyblood――

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"Hmm"

Getting up, Emiya Shirou pressed his forehead. Because I slept on the concrete floor with only a plastic sheet last night, my whole body was stiff like rusty gears. It's hard to get hurt.

It was dark, he looked up, looked at his watch, and pressed the illuminated button, which showed the time, it was three o'clock in the morning.

"I knew that dreaming wouldn't end well"

He smiled wryly and shook his head, but since he was no longer sleepy, he didn't plan to sleep again.

Standing up, he walked out of the warehouse.

Outside, it was still dark, autumn had already arrived, the sky was getting colder, and the daylight hours were short. Although the body that has been exercising all year round will not be bothered by such a little cold, because of the sudden exposure to cold air, the red-haired teenager still shivered unconsciously, and then showed a little wry smile.

"Ahh

It's about underwear.

Although the school uniform of Hokuchihara Academy is very good, and the warmth of the autumn clothes is also very good, it is time to put on the underwear.

Although Emiya Shirou is a guy who doesn't pay attention to the climate, seasons, or whatever, but if it's such a thing... Well, it's not too late to make amends.

Walking to the big house that is the main building of the Emiya house, returning to his real room, and living directly in the warehouse like last night is only an occasional thing, after all. No matter how obsessed he is with magic, Emiya Shirou still needs a human life.

This point, no matter which Emiya Shirou, is the same.

Past, present, future, right, wrong.

"And the one who crossed over"

He took off his work gown and walked into the bathroom, where he first took a cold shower that was not excessive. Wipe your body clean and change into the high school uniform of Suiqunyuan, although the color of the khaki school uniform is not so pleasing, but because the fabric is good, Shirou also likes it quite a lot.

It's clean, clean, dirt-resistant, and... durable.

For him who invests a large amount of money in his personal hobbies, so that although he is not poor, he is definitely not wealthy, he is a very appreciative set of clothes.

- Although for a traverser, he was more eye-catching than the red archer's holy cloth trench coat.

"Step by step, step by step"

But even if you are envious, you can't help it, things have to come step by step. He can't be impatient, because he can't do anything if he is impatient.

This is his lesson -- a bloody lesson.

"Hmm!?"

Accompanied by self-deprecation, a sharp pain suddenly rose on his right arm. Shirou immediately stretched out his hand and pressed his forearm tightly, clenching his teeth tightly, and beads of sweat the size of beans continued to seep out.

The burning pain of his right arm - and the source of this feeling was the 'lesson' he had laughed at before.

"It's time again."

Not yet in his school coat - it was home, after all, he rolled up the right sleeve of his shirt and rolled it up to his elbow. The exposed white rune bandage that firmly wrapped around the entire forearm was already stained red with blood.

It was a terrible scene, but Shirou didn't care.

With a slight stroke of his left hand on the bandages, the bandages broke apart and fell to the ground as if they had been cut with a scalpel.

"It's worse than I thought"

The flesh under the bandage was worse than expected.

Large chunks of flesh rolled up, and the flesh of his entire arm was blurred to the point that it was impossible to see as it was, as if it had been pierced from the inside by countless sharp swords, and his skin was cut into pieces and shattered. Losing the comfort of the rune bandage, some shiny metal fragments 'grew' from the inside out, slowly but surely turning Emiya Shirou's entire right hand into a terrifying appearance of sword blades.

"Sure enough, it's irreversible, did you do too much at the beginning?

He grinned, and then shook his hand.

"A hand for a sword, it's probably worth it"

On, a switch.

In an instant, the personality reversed.

"Soul Metallurgy—"

Whispering, in an instant, switch his mind from a mortal to a magician. After this moment, the person standing here is no longer the good gentleman of Hogungahara and the trustworthy Emiya Shirou, but a magician who has nothing but a sword.

Click――

The group of swords broke through the earth, and the cold front pointed straight at the sky.

Under the infinite red sky, the endless wilderness in the heart fell apart, and the endless silver shouted to the sky.

"Refining—"

Ping-pong - !!

On his right hand, the jagged blade fragments made a sound in unison, like a huge hammer striking on that arm, countless brilliant sparks burst up, and with the sound of shaking the atmosphere, the blades broke one after another, but the fragments only sank back into the broken arm.

Shirou's expression didn't tremble in the slightest, not because he was able to tolerate the seemingly painful process, but because it didn't hurt at all.

His right arm, although it retains a minimum of 'consciousness' and is still a part of his body, on the other hand, is no different from a weapon, and there is no pain in the slightest.

Ping-pong - !!

Again.

The sparks burst out, Shirou's right arm began to redden, and the flesh began to gradually become transparent, and under that layer of skin and muscle, the veins gradually became clear, and the bones gradually became clear, but... When the music could see the bones, what appeared there was not the two arm bones of ordinary humans... instead, it was two entangled spiral swords formed by the stiff blending of countless blade fragments.

One red and one white, entangled and swirling with each other, never stopping.

This is the trace left by Emiya Shirou's right arm, a few years ago, in the presumptuous battle.

The sword of doom that has awakened from the wilderness of the sword, a challenger who shouts to the world.

Doomsday Remains: Elegy

"Uh-huh!!"

This time, Shirou had a pained expression.

Unlike when he removed the broken part at the beginning, what he had to do now was to reforge the skeleton of this 'sword' and reforge the sword body like a fusion of fragments, which was a big project that directly affected the soul.

It was as if the nerve bundle was pinched in his hand, and the intense pain of constant twisting made his eyes wider, and he couldn't stop leaving in a cold sweat. But he gritted his teeth and didn't scream.

It must be recast, recast, recast, recast, recast

The pieces are driven by will, melt off the edges, glow with a golden sheen, and then come together to put together a complete shape.

The intertwining of two spiral swords covered with golden meltdown marks was a beautiful sight.

But it also hurts.

And then what is needed is coolingcoolcoolcooling-

"Ahh!!h

A large amount of white smoke rose from Shirou's right arm and quickly filled the room, as if water had been poured on a reddish iron plate.

"Whew-"

That's it.

After slowly waiting for the smoke to clear, Shirou breathed a sigh of relief. Raise your right arm and look.

It's not the same red color as before.

After cooling, the arm is pale and unhealthy.

But there's still a bit of iron gray in it, but if you don't look closely, you can't see it.

Jingle Bell Bell -

At that moment, the phone rang.

Putting down his sleeves, Shirou walked to the living room, complaining that he didn't remember to take another shower again, and picked up the wall-mounted phone.

"Hello, this is the Emiya family-"

"-It's me, stupid"

was interrupted mercilessly.

"Well, it's Isayama."

Listening to the voice, he knew who it was, and Shirou pressed his eyebrows a little distressed when he thought of what he had done before.

He already knew what Huang Quan, who was working in the countermeasures room, was looking for what he was doing at this time.

"Well, it's me, so you know what I'm calling for, right?"

One stupid scream.

It's a human being who gets angry.

Emiya Shirou is not among them.

"Sorry, sorry"

At this time, for him, the natural action is to apologize.

Isayama Huangquan's voice was very low, and I didn't know if it was because of getting up.

"Really, I'm sorry for being so simply."

There was silence on the other side of the phone, and then there was a small murmur from Huang Quan.

"Anyway, I can't sleep anyway... Hey, I want meat for breakfast, remember?"

"・・・Understand"

There's no way to refuse this, right?

――――The dividing line that appeared because the starting point does not recognize the empty line of the return car――――

Shirou Emiya is good at cooking.

Well, the level above the level of ordinary people.

Not as good as a chef, but a little bit of experience.

My specialty is grilled meat.

This is also why the Weigong family is a major source of consumption.

It has something to do with the fact that there are often bad customers who come to eat (laughs)

"It's disgusting to laugh, you guy"

Huang Quan shuddered at Shirou's smile and looked at him dissatisfied.

The time was 6:20 a.m.

At the dining table of Emiya's house, several people sat around.

Well, the purple-haired girl is Sakura Makiri, an orphan who was killed by Emiya Shirou a few years ago with his right hand, killed his grandfather and brother, and then put his hand into her heart (?).

The black-haired girl is a wicked guest (??) who called early in the morning, a former colleague of Shirou Emiya, and a kendo girl Isayama Huangquan who is now working part-time in the Ministry of the Environment's countermeasures office.

Well, a girl who dares to love and hate, broke up after slapping one of the rice gangs, and her current hobby is a girl who eats big (???).

and...

"Huang, Huangquan, don't say that in front of the palace..."

Quietly pulling her sleeve, Tsuchinomiya Kagura, who smiled bitterly, sealed the spirit beast Bai Rui's body in the natural stay.

Probably.

"It's okay, Kagura, isn't it true?"

"Heh~"

"・・・Kiri, what do you mean by laughing?"

"It's nothing... Come, senior~ah~~"

Something black seemed to be coming out of Sakura's back

"Hey!What are you doing over there!!!"

"You don't have to worry about it, right?Besides, this is the food cooked by the seniors, and it's good that people who are not grateful are killed by cars~"

"You!

"Huang, Huangquan!

Well, the situation is grim.

Emiya Shirou could only eat silently with his head bowed.