Sharing Our Possessions

Having transmigrated back to ten years ago, if the Holy Grail War ended somewhere without his knowledge, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Therefore, he had to obtain the qualifications to participate as soon as possible.

There was no hope left with Kariya Matou, so he could only seek out Ryunosuke Uryu.

Although his body had reverted to that of a seven-year-old, the Baji Quan and magecraft he had learned from Kirei over the past decade were still firmly etched into his mind.

Taking on Ryunosuke Uryu should not be a problem.

Of course, that was assuming he had not yet summoned a Servant.

By Shirou's estimation, even if he had not summoned one yet, it should be soon.

"It's freezing, and I'm getting hungry too. I should find somewhere to rest first."

The method was simple.

He would find an ordinary family and, like Waver, use Suggestion Magic to make them believe he was a relative.

Following familiar streets into a residential area, Shirou picked a house by instinct at an intersection and rang the doorbell.

However, nothing happened.

He waited for more than ten seconds, but there was still no response.

"The lights are clearly on. Why isn't anyone answering?"

Shirou muttered in confusion. Just as he turned to leave, the front door suddenly opened, and an orange-haired young man appeared before him.

From Shirou's perspective, the man was incredibly large. A certain false smile hung on his face, giving off a subtly unsettling feeling.

"You're one of this family's children too, right? Why are you getting home so late? Dad and Mom are waiting for you inside."

Ryunosuke Uryu!

In that instant, Shirou's body involuntarily tensed.

"Huh...? Did I give myself away somewhere? Or did I accidentally get blood splattered on me?"

Before he could finish speaking, Ryunosuke Uryu drew a cleaver from behind his back and viciously stabbed forward.

An opening!

"Mana Reinforcement—Arms!"

Shirou, proficient in Baji Quan, easily dodged the attack. He pushed off the ground and drove both fists into Ryunosuke Uryu's stomach at once.

However, the blow had no effect at all.

Ryunosuke Uryu neither stepped back nor clutched his stomach.

Judging by his expression, it was not as though he felt no pain whatsoever.

Still, it could only be said that his attack had failed to penetrate the enemy's armor.

"I don't dislike you, brat. Confident people are the coolest! But the moment confidence turns into despair—that's when it tastes the best."

Laughing wildly, Ryunosuke Uryu swung his cleaver down again.

Shirou hurriedly dodged, but he had rushed in too quickly just now. Combined with his short legs, he failed to evade completely.

In an instant, the blade was right before his eyes.

It's over!

The gap between seven and seventeen was even greater than I expected.

In the end, Ryunosuke Uryu had appeared too suddenly.

If I had prepared in advance, I should have been able to win.

After all, a prepared mage and an unprepared mage were completely different things.

An ambush and an unexpected encounter also produced completely different outcomes.

At that moment, time and space seemed to freeze. Ryunosuke Uryu remained locked in his slashing posture, while Shirou could only watch the blade inches from his face.

White mist appeared out of nowhere and wrapped around Shirou's entire body.

In his daze, Shirou realized that Ryunosuke Uryu had vanished from before him. The streets and houses around him were gone as well, leaving only endless white.

He could not see the sky above or the ground below. Before, behind, left, and right—there was nothing but vast white fog.

"Where is this?"

"Is anyone there? Who's over there?"

The two voices that suddenly sounded at his side brought Shirou back to his senses. He quickly turned around.

Before him stood two vaguely familiar males.

One looked about twelve years old. He wore patched clothing, and judging by its style, he seemed to be from the ancient West.

With blond hair, blue eyes, and neat short hair, he gave off a rather good impression.

The other was two years younger. He wore gorgeous aristocratic clothes and had a transparent bubble over his head.

His black hair was cut short, and white gloves covered his hands. He gave off an extremely haughty air.

Their facial features were remarkably alike. At first glance, they looked exactly like blood-related brothers.

While Shirou observed them, they were observing him as well.

After staring at one another for several seconds, the two spoke in unison:

"Shirou Emiya?"

"Shirou Kotomine?"

Shirou looked back and forth between them. A guess suddenly arose in his heart, but he did not say it outright.

"Without the prefix, I'm just Shirou."

"Why do you feel a bit like me from the day before yesterday?" the Blond Boy said, rubbing his chin as he sized Shirou up. "I seem to have said the same thing right after transmigrating too."

A transmigrator, someone who looked somewhat like him, and that familiar gaze and tone.

At that moment, Shirou felt even more certain of his guess.

"I'll go first. Ten years ago, I transmigrated to Fuyuki City, was adopted by Kirei Kotomine, and became Shirou Kotomine."

"During the Fifth Holy Grail War, on the night I formed an alliance with Rin and Sakura, I died in my sleep at home."

"When I opened my eyes again, I was already back ten years ago."

"Finally!" the Black-Haired Boy suddenly shouted excitedly. "I finally waited for you! Good thing I didn't give up. Eight years—eight whole years!"

As he spoke, he grabbed both of their hands.

At that instant, Shirou inexplicably felt as though he had been electrocuted.

Then, two entirely different sets of memories flooded into his mind.

Those memories were incomparably real. Every second and every day felt like something he had personally experienced.

In the first set of memories, he had died in his sleep, traveled through time and space, and returned to the Ancient Roman period two thousand years ago.

As the third son of a farmer, filling his stomach was his greatest hope every day.

On the second day after transmigrating—yesterday evening—he had lain by the river watching the stars. Thinking of his hometown, he could not help singing a nursery rhyme.

Halfway through the song, a female voice suddenly joined in behind him, singing along with him.

When he turned around, he saw a girl riding a white horse beneath the moonlight, smiling at him.

"My Lord has great talent for singing. Though it is not one ten-thousandth as good as mine, it is still rare in this world. Being a farmer is truly a waste of your talent."

"I hereby declare that from today onward, My Lord belongs to me... Now come over here and hold my horse."

Thus, at only twelve years old, he became the coachman of the famous Tyrant Nero.

In the second set of memories, he transmigrated a second time, becoming a newborn infant.

Fortunately, he had been born into a family of high status, with no worries about food or clothing.

Two months after his birth, he suddenly saw an article about the "Demon Child" in a newspaper at home.

After looking through old newspapers and asking the adults for information, he quickly confirmed that his second transmigration had brought him to the One Piece world.

Amid his panic, he suddenly noticed that his transmigrated parents had returned home from an outing with strange bubbles on their heads.

Only then did he learn that he had transmigrated into the notoriously infamous Celestial Dragons.

After that, his life of pampered idleness and waiting for death began.

Shared Assets

Section 3: Shared Assets

At the age of five, he begged his parents to buy him the Logia-type Snow-Snow Fruit and began training in secret.

He intended to train hard for ten years, then astonish the world.

However, three years had passed in the blink of an eye. Not only had he failed to learn the Six Powers, but his development of the Snow-Snow Fruit had not made much progress either.

With Fisher Tiger about to come free the slaves, he, as a Celestial Dragon, could not help feeling nervous.

After a long while, Celestial Dragon Shirou released the other two's hands and said speechlessly, "I thought I could cling to your thighs, but it turns out I'm the one you should be clinging to."

Young Shirou gave an awkward smile and said nothing.

At the moment their hands touched, not only their memories but also their abilities, physical qualities, combat techniques, and everything else had been shared.

Compared to Celestial Dragon Shirou's Snow-Snow Fruit ability, his half-baked Six Powers, and his knowledge of the Three Types of Haki, neither Young Shirou nor Coachman Shirou had anything worth sharing.

"The main issue is that there hasn't been enough time. I've only been reborn for a few hours. If I had more time, I definitely could have brought something useful to share."

"Same here. It's only been two days. There's not much I could do," Coachman Shirou said, nodding repeatedly in wholehearted agreement.

Young Shirou stared at him for several seconds. Then his eyes suddenly lit up, and he smiled.

"No, there is! Aren't you Nero's coachman? Could you trouble yourself to steal one of Nero's personal belongings for me?"

As fellow Shirous, Coachman Shirou immediately understood.

"You're planning to summon Nero?"

"That's right." Young Shirou nodded repeatedly. "If I don't use a Holy Relic, I'll definitely summon Archer."

"Is Archer no good?"

"No. I'm too young. If I summon Archer, he definitely won't listen to me."

Coachman Shirou nodded in agreement and pondered for a moment.

"Indeed, taking the initiative is extremely important. I can try, but after you're done borrowing it, you have to return it immediately. Otherwise, I'll definitely be hanged."

"Don't worry. Once the summoning is over, I'll come in and return it right away."

With shared memories, Shirou naturally understood that he was not exaggerating.

As a coachman, stealing something from his master's household would naturally lead to only one outcome if discovered.

"Wait here. I'll be right back. Just wait a few minutes."

The moment he finished speaking, he disappeared from before them.

Inside the space shrouded in white mist, the remaining two looked at each other for several seconds. Celestial Dragon Shirou spoke first, smiling.

"I've come here quite a few times. I thought it was some kind of storage space, but I never expected it to be the Clone Flow Cheat."

"Eight years have passed. I can barely remember what Rin and Sakura look like anymore. I really didn't expect this..."

"I'll take good care of them." Shirou naturally understood what he was thinking. His gaze extended into the white mist behind him.

In that direction were some of Celestial Dragon Shirou's stored belongings.

Devil Fruits, Famous Swords, Beli, gold, even clothes and fruit.

Over the past eight years, he had treated this space as storage and placed quite a few things inside.

"Can I take a look at your collection?"

"Let me think about it."