Shirou had never been arrogant enough to think he could learn the Nameless Three-Stage Thrust. Strictly speaking, he did not even plan to learn Sokugeri. After all, he had Sound Transmission, so there was no need to take the long way around.
Even so, he still needed to learn a couple of similar techniques from Okita Souji, at the very least so he would not be crushed by the other Servants in terms of martial skill.
Not to mention, that fight with Karna had been unbelievably frustrating. They had held the advantage in attributes, yet they still could not beat him. Was that not infuriating?
...Eight hours later
In an open area of Yugdomirenia, Shirou swung his Zanpakuto, practicing an unnamed sword style over and over beside a flowerbed.
Because of the peculiar nature of his memory system, Okita Souji's teaching process with Shirou was somewhat special. Okita Souji demonstrated it once, then Shirou copied and pasted it. The entire process flowed smoothly, making Shirou feel like some Copy Ninja from Konoha.
But precisely because of that, he had already memorized every move Okita Souji had taught him.
However, remembering them was one thing. Being able to use them in actual combat was another.
Just as when he had learned rapid aiming and rapid reloading from Kiritsugu, Shirou was used to first committing something to memory, then turning it into instinct through inhumanly repetitive practice.
Of course, merely practicing the movements was not enough. To rid these martial techniques of their flashy emptiness, he needed sparring practice as well.
Tonight, the Red Faction's Rider and Archer would attack alongside Berserker. This was the perfect opportunity.
A set of footsteps approached, and Shirou paused slightly.
"Caules? What do you need from me?" It was easy to identify the visitor. Looking across