Shirou finished the last sip of his drink and crushed the can. The goal was to test his Strength stat of D.
"Since you've said all that, I don't really have a reason to refuse."
"Then it's decided!", Ritsuka clapped joyfully and picked up her drink.
"To celebrate Emiya-kun joining the literature club, let's have a toast."
"Isn't that kind of embarrassing?", Mash was reserved.
"Don't be afraid, Mash," Ritsuka said, "It's not like we're drinking alcohol."
"Alright," Mash was persuaded.
"Then, Emiya-kun."
"Sorry, I already finished mine."
Shirou shook his flattened empty coffee can to show he wasn't lying.
Ritsuka immediately handed him her barley tea.
"It's fine, Emiya-kun, you can have mine."
"Okay then."
The three toasted together.
After eating their bentos, Ritsuka actually fulfilled her literature club duties by taking out a deep, hardcover book to read.
But she just looked very sleepy no matter what.
Mash had a very literary-girl aura. Especially when she put on glasses.
'Wait a second, what are you even reading?'
From time to time, little giggles would escape her.
'Truly a pervy eggplant.'
After observing their behavior, Shirou started thinking about himself.
He hadn't thought to try before, but now he considered, maybe he could earn money by writing novels.
He had said that morning: Shirou was living pretty tightly.
Even though he could ask Kiritsugu for money, he really wanted to earn it through his own efforts.
Writing novels seemed like a good option.
'That's right, it's your turn, system.'
'Come out and write a novel for me.'
["Please confirm the genre."]
'Genre?'
Shirou fell into thought.
As a very ordinary third-year high school boy, he honestly didn't know what to write.
'Romance?'
Shirou tried inputting that.
["Insufficient material. Would you like to establish a material library?"]
'Material library? How do I do that exactly?'
["Read books. Fall in love."]
'Very good, that's very scientific.'
'But, system, maybe you haven't heard this saying: only those far away from love can write good romance stories.' [T/N: Coaches don't play the game.]
The system remained silent.
Shirou gave up and entered a new prompt.
'Write me Fate. Make it exciting, and if possible, add some emotional damage.'
["Beginning to construct material library. Once construction is complete—"]
Before Shirou could even react, his body started moving.
He didn't have a pen, so he borrowed one from Ritsuka. No manuscript paper, so he asked Mash.
Wasted a little time, but then started writing.
'Does the control have to be this intense?'
No one answered. System Shirou had already written the first line.
『The time has come. This is a battle involving seven magi over the all-powerful wish-granting device known as the "Holy Grail."』
『The "Masters" each command a "Servant" from one of seven classes. They fight to the death for the one and only Grail.』
『This is, the Holy Grail War!』
The concise opening made Shirou involuntarily nod.
'As expected of system output, quality guaranteed.'
And the words flowed as if divinely inspired, unbelievably fast.
'But can I get a break? My hand is about to cramp!'
By the end of lunch break, Shirou had written 5,000 words. The cost: his hand was so sore it was going numb.
'System, I think we need to have a talk. You can't keep wrecking my body like this every time!'
["The Hosting System is primarily for "Hosting." Its only operational principle is: if you're not dead, push until you're near death. If discomfort is felt, the task may be terminated."]
'Did you stop for me when I was training?'
["Training is for your own good. Only with a strong body can you complete more Hosting tasks in the future."]
Shirou received the summary once more.
This system was a pure, innate labor-saint constitution.
It would stop at nothing to achieve its goals.
If he hadn't set the rule that all actions must follow laws and regulations, it might have done something horrifyingly wild.
So Shirou decided. No matter what, he had to use the system cautiously.
"Are you really okay, Emiya-kun?", In the corridor, Ritsuka looked a little worried.
Mainly because Shirou's hand was trembling like he had Parkinson's.
"It's fine. This is part of training to transform into a Super Saiyan."
Heroes of justice always had to endure unimaginable pain before success.
Ritsuka looked confused, "Mash, what's a Super Saiyan?"
"Um… I think it's a transformation from some anime?", Mash looked unsure.
"Can you explain it to us, Emiya-kun?", Ritsuka turned her gaze to Shirou.
"Sorry, I'm not interested in people who don't understand otaku culture."
Ritsuka puffed her cheeks, "How can that be? I understand it super well."
"Look!"
She crossed her arms in front of her chest, then swung them forward, shouting, "I'll punish you in the name of the moon!"
"..."
Silence—
"Ritsuka, so cool!", Mash pretended to be in awe.
Shirou.
'Who is this? Why is she so cute?'
Oh, right, she's the genderbent version of me. Then it's fin—NO F**KING WAY!'
"You don't like it?", Ritsuka was incredulous.
"Emiya-kun, are you really an otaku? Why are you unmoved?"
Shirou forced a smile, "Sorry. A hero of justice never submits to beautiful girls, nor to the moon."
"Then how about this?"
Ritsuka shouted, cupping her hands in a flower shape, then moved them to her waist, forming a light ball between her palms and pushing it forward.
"Kamehameha!"
"Argh!"
Shirou fully played along and fell backward dramatically, saying with disbelief, "Impossible! That technique takes ten years to master, how could you…"
"Hehehe—", Ritsuka giggled.
"So that's what it was! Emiya-kun was talking about Dragon Ball. But what exactly is a Super Saiyan?"
"You'll understand when you get to the Frieza arc. Don't blink. It's a transformation that shook the entire anime world."
"I see," Ritsuka nodded vigorously.
"Then it's decided! I'll watch it tonight. Mash, will you watch it with me?"
"Me?", Mash hesitated, "But I've never seen it before."
"That's fine. We can talk while watching, then sleep together tonight," Ritsuka affectionately rubbed Mash's cheek, cute girls cuddling.
"Then… I'll leave it to you, Ritsuka," Mash was very happy to be with Ritsuka.
"Good luck, girls."
Shirou looked to the sky, mysterious as ever, "Collecting all seven Dragon Balls grants any wish."
"SHIROU!!"
Tiger roar: "Class has started already! What are you all doing?"
"I should be the one asking. Class already started, why aren't you in the classroom, Fuji-nee?"
Fujimura Taiga exploded, "Shirou! I told you, at school, you have to call me Fujimura-sensei, or I'll really get mad!"
"Hai hai hai, Fujimura-sensei. So, why are you late?"
"Don't change the subject! Explain why you haven't entered the classroom after the bell."
"What's wrong with your hand?"
"I studied really hard during lunch. Got tired."
"Shirou! How could you lie to your onee-san?"
"Sorry, you're Fujimura-sensei at school."
"You can't lie to your teacher either! You brat!!", Tiger pounce.
"Stop it, Sensei!"
Ritsuka and Mash rushed to intervene.
"Emiya-kun wasn't lying! He really was studying!"
"Studying what?"
"Um… writing a novel."
"Shirou! If you're writing dirty novels, I'm telling Kiritsugu!"
Taiga's face turned terrifying in an instant.
"Why would you think I'm writing dirty novels?"
"So it's not H…", Mash bowed with circle-eyes, apologizing, "Sorry, Emiya-kun. That was my own impure thinking."
Shirou: "?"
'Why does everyone assume I'm writing inappropriate novels?'
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