But Shirou was no ordinary person. His moves never followed the usual script.
Ultimate Technique—Home Swap.
A Home Swap meant that if Sakura ran to his home, then he would run to Sakura's home. With that exchange, Sakura would never find him.
Shirou believed this Home Swap move had inherited the ultimate art of some master Home Swapper.
Strike where they least expected, attack where they were unprepared. Hide somewhere no one could possibly guess—and that place was Sakura's home. This was absolutely hiding in plain sight.
This was no ordinary Home Swap. This was Home Swap elevated to art, Home Swap with style. This Home Swap was a hundred years ahead of the world! (Heavy fog)
This could be called a thoroughly perfect plan.
Shirou quietly crossed the road, shield raised, utterly fearless. With a shield in hand, the world was his. If he remembered correctly, after the Matou family home had been sold, Sakura's home should have been in some residential district in Shinto, probably around the twentieth floor.
Shirou's memory was quite good. He ignored the access control system entirely, climbed over the wall, and jumped straight in. The first outer security gate was dealt with. Facing the second, Shirou easily used the hacking skills Shinji had taught him before (by projecting Shinji's laptop) and cracked it without difficulty.
The final checkpoint was the door. But that was simple too. He only needed to analyze the lock, then project a key, and everything would be solved.
What a perfect infiltration.
If things went like this, his teacher should acknowledge him as a qualified disciple, right?
Shirou boldly and confidently dismissed his shield, ready to enter the Matou family home.
Just then, the elevator doors opened. Shirou had no time to project anything and grew a little nervous.