"There's no time to explain now. Get in—cough, cough—get inside the house, quickly. If I'm not mistaken, the battle's about to begin." Shirou took a deep breath. "Aren't you going in yet?"
"What do you mean?" Sakura Matou asked in confusion.
"Install—Phantasmal Summon!" Shirou shouted coolly, trying to strike the pose of a cool upperclassman, but... it seemed he had failed?
A dagger suddenly flew in through the front door, aimed straight at Sakura Matou. Second Brother had finally come.
But his transformation had not succeeded yet!
Why was this happening? Could it be because the body named Shirou Emiya contained two souls? If that was true, wouldn't his tracing fail?
Just in case, he picked up an umbrella and reinforced it. "Trace on!"
The dagger struck the umbrella, leaving a clear dent in it, but it had blocked the attack nonetheless.
An astonishing noise rang out throughout the house. It was the detection alarm.
This thing had always been useless. It never went off until after someone had already broken in. Just like how the police never arrived in time—by the time it rang, everything was already over.
"You really are such a frivolous little sister, getting yourself a man too, huh? Sakura? Let your brother—malfunction? Fix? Correct!"
The moment Shirou saw that purple seaweed hairstyle, he became certain that this was Second Brother—the trash who looked frivolous and actually was frivolous.
Ever since clearing the Heaven's Feel route, he had disliked Second Brother for a long time. Especially since Sakura was so adorable, yet Second Brother still did such hateful things. That kind of thing should have been left to him, Shirou Emiya!
"Oh, right!" Shinji brushed back his hair. "I am the Matou family's official heir. My name is Matou... Matou..."
"Shinji." Shirou supplied the name as he watched Shinji struggle. Second Brother in this world had suffered enough already, and he did not seem to have done anything bad. If Shirou could end his life sooner, he was willing to lend a hand.
But Phantasmal Summon was not succeeding. He seemed unable to contact the Heroic Spirit named Emiya. Maybe he was sleeping on the Throne of Heroes and had not yet been awakened by Shirou's handsomeness? Big brother, wake up already! Stop sleeping!
"How does Senpai know my brother's name?" Sakura Matou asked in surprise. "He disappeared a long time ago."
"You're asking how I know... I can't really answer that. If I had to say why, it might be because... I like you." Shirou looked at Shinji, lowered himself slightly, grabbed Sakura Matou's hand, and pulled her into the house. He fed Sakura a line to brush her off. As long as her brain crashed, she would not think about such complicated questions.
There were no cards he could use now, but there were at least two Black Keys at home that he could roughly wield and use to put on a show. In his memories, a certain priest had charged him a fortune for those Black Keys.
As for that priest, after selling the Black Keys, he had probably run off delightedly to become the owner of a Mapo Tofu shop.
"Looks like Gilgamesh's card can't be used." Shirou curled his lip. He was not interested in it anyway. That heart-ripping maniac, king of delight—not to mention it would affect the user's mind and turn the user into an idiot. Still, at least using it now would keep him from dying.
If he did not transform soon, he was afraid he would become the weakest Shirou Emiya of them all.
And the one who died the earliest.
Even that weakling Shirou next door was, at the very least, a man running a harem in a yuri series!
He could not go out like this—not on the first night, the first hour, after transmigrating!
"Watch out, Sakura. Shinji might suddenly appear..." Just as Shirou spoke, a ghostly head emerged from above them. Sakura, with her back to Shinji, noticed nothing.
"Get down!" Shirou forced Sakura down, but he himself was sent flying out the door, even throwing away the Black Keys.
"After I kill Sakura, I'll kill you too, so don't cut in line!" Shinji threw out a dagger, which pierced Shirou's shoulder. The pain was so intense that Shirou let out a muffled groan.
But Shirou knew that he now had the means to fight.
He wore a skintight suit, a headband on his head, and held Guan Yu and Mo Ye—the weapons Red A loved to use most.
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