Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [236]

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!!! I’m going to kill you!!!!!”

After finishing breakfast, Shana’s mind cleared up considerably. As she looked at Shirou Emiya, who was tidying up the dishes and putting away his bedding, she suddenly remembered exactly what had just transpired.

A burst of vivid crimson flames erupted from her body, and everything around her instantly froze—except for Shirou Emiya, who stood before her.

In that instant, Shana gripped her flaming great katana.

Scorching embers danced wildly around her.

Her jet-black hair turned blazing crimson the moment she unleashed her power, flowing weightlessly through the air.

Her clothes rippled in the surging heat.

A pair of eyes blazing like flames stared at Shirou, filled with embarrassment and fury.

A deep flush instantly covered her cheeks.

She raised her great katana, ready to slash straight at Shirou Emiya.

“Hey! What are you doing!? Swinging around a blade like that is dangerous!!”

Shirou quickly set aside the bedding in his hands and gently shifted his body, dodging Shana’s sudden attack.

The strike wasn't particularly powerful, merely a casual swing from Shana. Even if it had connected, it would've left only a superficial wound—nothing that wouldn’t heal in a few days for an ordinary person.

Shana just wanted to teach Shirou Emiya a little lesson.

Of course, the lesson was secondary; the primary reason was that Shana couldn't ignore the overwhelming embarrassment and indignation rising within her, and she needed an outlet.

And Shirou Emiya was naturally the perfect target for venting.

Yet, even a casual strike like this was something an ordinary person could never dodge.

Suddenly, Shana recalled those sword-arrows Shirou had fired earlier—faster even than bullets. She had forgotten this human before her wasn’t ordinary, but someone who possessed the strength to confront even Crimson Lords.

“I say, you. Come fight me!”

Shana stabbed her great katana decisively into the floor and stared at Shirou Emiya with a deadly serious expression.

Shirou, who had just been about to scold Shana for stabbing the katana into the floorboards, paused briefly.

Seeing her expression turn so solemn, Shirou chose not to refuse. He also wanted to clearly gauge the strength of the girl standing before him.

...

Misaki City, the banks of the Manami River.

After tidying up the house, Shirou and Shana arrived beside the gently flowing river.

Recently, the only spacious, deserted area nearby was here beside the Manami River.

Had it been sunset, many couples would be relaxing on the grass here.

Literary-minded girls would also wander here, expressing their feelings or imagining fantastical encounters.

As long as the supermarket down the road wasn't having a half-price chips sale, everything would usually stay peaceful.

But right now, it wasn't the breezy evening—it was a blazing early morning. Most people were either heading to work or school along the main roads, so few passed by this place at this time.

Shana reached beneath her cloak-like black garment.

This garment wasn’t ordinary clothing, but a treasure unique to Flame Hazes who contracted with Alastor, named Yogasa.

It synchronized with its wearer’s will, capable of shifting freely within perception, possessing defensive properties and item storage capabilities.

This was why Shana could draw her weapon, Nietono no Shana, at any given moment.

Unfortunately, the Holy Shroud Shirou wore had no such convenient function. Although both garments were cloak-like, their forms and functions differed greatly.

“[Trace—On].”

A reversed-blade katana appeared in Shirou Emiya’s hand. It was a weapon Shirou had personally forged himself, and the only weapon he had created without the intent to harm.

Seeing the blade in Shirou’s hand had its cutting edge facing inward, Shana couldn’t resist asking aloud:

“Why does your blade’s edge point inward?”

“When people are killed, they die. Whether it’s to protect oneself or to fight evil, what’s done can never be changed.”

It was both atonement and a means of ensuring he would never again harm someone merely to survive.

Shirou still couldn’t forget the gazes of those warriors who had tried to devour him on the battlefield, nor the hateful eyes of those he had slain.

“Everyone has a past they do not wish to speak of.”

A solemn voice came from in front of Shana. Alastor expressed understanding toward Shirou Emiya, indicating they should drop this heavy topic here.

Listening to Shirou say these words, Shana felt a strange agitation rising within her chest. She didn’t understand what exactly Shirou Emiya was feeling at this moment.

She had never encountered emotions this complex in another person. Yet what troubled Shana wasn’t Shirou’s emotions themselves—it was her own inability to comprehend such feelings.

“Let’s fight!”

The clash of swords was an outlet for emotions, as well as the best way to communicate them.

At least, that’s how Shana saw it.

BOOM!

Shana fiercely stomped the ground, flames bursting beneath her feet. Her entire figure transformed into a blazing comet, leaving behind a faint trail of fiery red as she shot explosively toward Shirou Emiya.

Clang!

With a crisp ring, the reversed-blade katana and the great katana collided heavily. Sparks exploded outward from the point of contact.

In fact, the reversed-blade katana’s hardness already rivaled some lower-ranked Noble Phantasms. It wasn’t because Shirou’s forging technique was especially miraculous, nor because Imperial metals were especially strong.

It was because this blade had been forged by Shirou’s own hands. He was far more intimately familiar and skilled with it than with any weapon he projected.

After achieving complete familiarity, the weapons Shirou projected gained certain unique qualities.

Because Shirou clearly knew exactly how to prevent these projected weapons from breaking down, and what subtle adjustments could greatly enhance their power.

Much like Archer’s Kanshou and Bakuya, which could not only transform into winged longswords, but also into handguns—something nearly impossible even for Archer Alter.

Naturally, the reversed-blade katana in Shirou’s hand didn’t shatter even when clashing with Shirou Kotomine, precisely because Shirou had partially modified it.

After this initial collision, Shirou instantly kicked off the ground and swiftly retreated backward.

Shana pursued relentlessly, trailing swirling embers, dashing toward Shirou with speed rivaling a bullet’s flight.

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