He cooked a set of curry, rice and sushi for Rin and himself, and both sat down to eat side by side. While eating, Rin leaned on his shoulder and expressed her concerns about his actions, and then both of them discussed the issues that he aspired to fix in his combat style. After a lot of back and forth, they concluded that what shirou lacked was "magecraft", that is, the versatility brought by these mystical arts to any normal mage.
Shirou was unable to even conjure the basic physical barrier using mana like most magi. It's not that he hadn't tried to solve it; rather, he had spent a lot of time trying to forge armour, but its unwieldy nature had left the attempt obsolete. Most of what they can make is inferior to the combat suit his father had left behind for him.
The issue with the suit is its whole body covering nature, to offer protection, it has become too cumbersome and obstructs his swordsmanship. They brainstormed a lot, and Rin said
"The problem with most of your problems is alchemy. If you can make some form of alchemical armour with enchantments, then it will easily be strong and easy to wield."
This had stumped her, too. Her jewel craft can be considered to be half alchemy, but it was only that half. She wasn't an alchemist, and also didn't have any energy to pursue that craft without any background in it. She doesn't have much knowledge from her ancestors to base on, and starting from scratch is inconceivable.
After spending some time chatting and cleaning up the plates, he went out of the house and into the bustling city of London. Walking through the city dressed in a black overcoat, he looked like a child doing a bad cosplay of a detective. Following the map, he reached a cafe with a homely feel and dimly lit ambiance. Walking to to cafe, along with the zinging of the bell as he opened the wooden door, he looked around.
Within minutes, he easily spotted the bunch of faded red hair and followed it to a window seat. There, seated beside the window, was Bazett dressed in a brown cloured suit. She was calmly drinking coffee with a neutral expression on her face before the boy arrived. After noticing his arrival, she put down the cup and wiped the residual liquid from her white gloves clad hands and said.
"You are here 10 minutes earlier than the decided time."
Hearing this as the 1st thing, shirou was a little confused.
Sitting down on the seat opposite her, he addressed
"Miss McRemitz, we can wait for the allocated time if you wish."
Well, the magi are known to be eccentric, so he dismissed it as one of her quirks, and they began conversing earnestly.
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Shirou was walking down the streets of London dressed in a long black trench coat and holding a trolley bag in his arms. Looking at the ticket in his hands, he boarded the train while looking forward to his destination and his 1st mission.
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The light shone through the window and illuminated a room with black and white colouring and a complete lack of decoration. This room looked like a confinement cell rather than an area lived in by people, but proving this assumption wrong, a blonde-haired boy stirred on the bed and stretched himself and yawned.
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Cracking his joints, he woke up from the bed and revealed himself. His body was marked by various scars and what looked like cigarette burns, as well as messy cuts on his wrist. He appeared a little pale, like someone who had recently recovered from malnutrition and was exhausted.
He went straight to the bathroom to do his morning routine, and this made his bed stir. From the messy blankets, a voluptuous blonde-haired woman in her 20s appeared. The woman`s and the boy`s faces had some similarities hinting at a common ancestry, but that was currently overshadowed by her condition.
Her face, buttocks and breasts bore striking red hand prints that were swollen, red, and looked extremely painful. Her body was littered with bite marks, and this diminished some of her synthetic beauty, but combined with her smile as she rubbed her injuries and they stung, the surroundings gave a sense of extreme iniquity. She staggered into the bathroom and slammed open the door, and closed it with a similar bang. After a sound of shuffles echoed, a voice followed it, echoing from the inside, saying
"My lord! That`s enough, you have proven to be even weaker than William. You are objectively worse than he, so I think I should go back there into his arms, my dear little brother~~"
This was followed by the sound of a crisp slap and the mad laughter of a woman, and the sound of bodies falling into water that quickly turned into the grunts and screams. An old man in his twilight years walked outside the room and heard this sound and sighed loudly.
Sliding his hand over the symbol of an eye carved on the breast pocket of his black suit, he looked out to a large garden teeming with greenery. He muttered
"I hope this is a revival of this bloodline rather than the last glimmer before its fading or worse, the spell of silence before disaster."
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Walking out of the copper field railway station, shirou scanned the area around him while his black sunglasses hid his gaze. From Miss McRemitz, he learnt that there were no official missions in the tower; rather, they issued bounties on the common platform of the moonlit world for which everybody competed. Missions for the enforcers were rare because the only selling designation was personally issued for them, and those were once in a blue moon occurrences.
So after searching for the mission, he found one of the lower rewards and too broad an objective. There had been reports of a young spellcaster putting the secrecy of the mysteries at risk, and hence, an arrest warrant was issued for him. There was even a clause that allowed immediate execution of the culprit if they refused to comply or continue their criminal activity.
The only clue that he received was of a prestigious private school called Cranberry School, which went from elementary to high school level of education. Who the culprit was, what are his motives etc, were unknown. Hence, he used a channel to join the school, but his age became an obstruction in pretending to be a teacher hence, he could only join as a student.
He booked a hotel room using a fake ID and swiftly checked in. Opening the luggage, he muttered
"Let's see, an exchange student from Japan. This is a little troublesome, I will lack weapons to fight an unclassified level of threat."
He planned to take the sword into the school with the same excuse as fuyuki, but here he can put cultural rules and play stereotypes in his favour after dulling the blade of phosphoric fang. That will make it an accessory rather than a banned weapon, hence perfectly legal.
Retrieving his prearranged uniform from a courier service, he prepared to go to the school. Booking a taxi, he was dropped off in front of the slightly rusted gate that gave off a feeling of viscosity rather than frailty of age, he pushed forward.
Asking the security guard for instructions on the path, he turned towards a quaint corner with a little fountain with the image of an angel holding a book. Peculiarly, the principal office was separated from the main building of the school and was separated from the building by the garden and game courts.
It was like this was built to isolate the owner of this office; what he didn't know was that this was the location of a bounded field, and a school was established above a ritual field that was eroded with time due to the loss of the magi's lineage maintaining it.
As rightfully feared, this was the corpse of a disappearing magi lineage, and even this remnant was slowly rotting away. This is why people aim for the root, to fight the fear of disappearance from this history, your existance and the efforts of your lineage are becoming useless.
Again, he reached the door and was surprised by the lack of a reception desk or even a guard. After a few seconds of contemplation, he gently knocked on the door. A calm but aged voice from the other side came
"Please come in."
(A/N: guys my tests are hear again so the schedule is fucked again like a back alley who–
, ahem so yeah i will upload irregularly for some time, till my exam and projects etc are over and i hope the fucking animals stop trying to kick me.
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THANK YOU FOR READING:)