This year's opening ceremony was a real pain in the ass, all because of one willful young lady and someone acting on a whim.
Yes, there were only two transfer students this year, yet one of the culprits had absolutely no awareness of it. Instead, he was practicing the Ten'nen Rishin-ryū swordsmanship Miss Okita had taught him in the open space of the courtyard.
Erina Nakiri, who had come to see whether Shirou was still alive after saving her life, happened to witness this scene.
"Hisako."
"Here!"
"Write this down. If anyone comes looking for trouble next time, contact Emiya directly."
"Yes!"
With that kind of fighting ability, if an ordinary person dared to pick a fight, their skull would be split open within three minutes.
"Miss Nakiri, if you have something to say, just say it."
You were practicing swordsmanship at a cooking school. That alone was ridiculous enough, wasn't it?
"It's nothing. I merely came to express my gratitude—that's all!" Erina tossed her hair, wearing an expression that practically said, "You should be deeply grateful now," without the slightest awareness that she was the one who had been saved.
Of course, Shirou had not saved her in order to receive gratitude. Becoming a hero just so others would be grateful was already a corruption of the idea itself.
"And then?"
Using the kind of six-stroke apple-cutting technique favored by Dubai locals, Shirou sliced a huge boulder into a perfectly neat cube in six cuts. He plopped down on it, casually stowing the two-meter-long odachi in his... sleeve?
"Actually, Miss Erina was frightened after seeing that monster yesterday, so she wanted you to be her bodyguard." Arato Hisako calmly exposed her young mistress.
"Hey, Hisako!"
"If you're scared, then take this." Shirou casually tossed something over. Erina Nakiri caught