It irritated me about the first name, sir name thing. So I went back and switched the order lol. Shirou Emiya is now Emiya Shirou, just like it is in the anime, game and stuff.

I.. I really didn't extend the conversations, even though I should've.

Also about the name Arturia; Even though Kirei said he knew her name was Arthur, there was no way that he knew her name was Arthuria, just saying.

In the end, I have no idea why invisible air was taken out. If somebody could clarify why it was taken out, I'd appreciate it. I might shove invisible air back in somehow. For now, I'm just going to assume that she never needed to use it or something as she was pretty beast when Sakura was her master.

Footsteps can be heard outside; a new presence has presented itself within this household. It wasn't trying to hide his presence. If the person is trying to hide his presence, they are doing a horrible job at it.

Avenger silences herself in an instant, if not for a moment. There is no ambush or anything of the like, an ambush would mean that they would try to destroy this whole shed. It looks like the person outside is either waiting for us to communicate, or is some honourable, prideful, servant that's waiting to fight us. But it's not possible for them to know I'm a master, if that is truly the case.

"We will settle this matter later." Avenger lets down her sword with an emotionless expression. She slowly and cautiously walks to the entrance of the shed.

Would she have truly cut off my head, despite me being her master? I don't want to test her, but the way she is right now, she could be more of a liability than an ally.

I slowly walk behind her from a distance. I was careful, even though she is my servant, she had her sword at my throat. It feels like if I let my guard down at any moment, she will cut me down.

There was a tall, tanned man with a red cloak standing outside. He has a frown on his face. He's eminently staring at Avenger in shock. It looks like he was expecting someone else to be summoned.

"Saber…" Archer mutters quietly.

Avenger narrows her eyes at Archer's comment. That name has significant meaning to her, even though she is summoned into this war at Avenger.

"Though I may wield a sword, my class is not Saber. I am the servant, Avenger." Avenger promptly corrects Archer. She may have been Saber in the previous war, but now she has announced herself as Avenger.

The shock on Archer face is now apparent, his eyes widen, and his teeth grind against each other in displeasure. He's trying to say something, but it looks like each time he does, his words lose all rationality. He is at a loss for words, he looks like he wants to say something, but laying his eyes on Avenger has left him speechless. He hasn't taken his gaze off Avenger once.

What is going on? Why is Archer acting this way? It's even strange that he would come here out of all places. There was no relation between Archer and this place, no foreknowledge, no information about the summoning circle here, no idea that I am even a master. Yet, why does he arrive at this place?

A flash of guilt strikes his face. He stops staring at Avenger and looks down onto the floor. A careless move, he was letting his guard down. But Avenger does not do anything to prepare her sword.

"Why have you come here?" Avenger questions Archer.

Archer quickly looks back at Avenger. The emotional drama in his head is still going on. But it looks like he's still going to talk.

"I came here to negotiate terms. I'm Archer. I think we should have a truce." Archer says in a wavering tone

"I am not asking about your desire. How did you know that I would be summoned here?" She asks again in a louder tone. The irritability in her voice seeps through her voice.

I couldn't have said it better, myself. Actually, I could. At the very least, she was one the one who brought out this point, not me. If I asked, he probably wouldn't have answered.

This is currently the most important question, how did Archer get this knowledge? It's highly unlikable that he just stumbled upon this place by chance and waited. Unless… unless he is from the future, just like me.

A smirk surfaces on Archer's face, and he crosses his arms together. "Who knows? It's a mystery, isn't it?" He says in a cynical tone.

It wasn't funny, at all. Not to me, and especially not to Saber. Because Saber is now fuming with black mana around her, it was dancing and squirming around her. The mana itself looks alive, it's almost like it's moving as it pleases. I could have sworn there were voices coming out of it.

Archer's smirk, disappears, and lets his arms drop.

"I can't say, not until I can figure out where this war will go. And not until I can find out whether you're an enemy, or ally." He answers back. "At the very least, can we have a ceasefire?"

This is most troubling. He wants to have a truce, but not disclose any information he has. We could possibly have a potential ally that could stab us in the back if left to his own devices.

His ability to project Noble Phantasms, however, is extremely valuable. He could possibly be one of the stronger servants in the war that could turn this whole game around.

A threatening enemy, but reassuring ally if he is trusted.

But, he's not asking me, he's asking Avenger if she wants the truce. I feel insulted, why is it the servant and not the master that decides?

"Where is your master?" I ask the red servant.

His attention shifts to me now. He is looking at me from top to bottom, he's checking out my appearance and is making notes of me. And for an instant, there was a tinge of regret.

"I had my master retire early. She needed her beauty sleep after all." He says in a sarcastic tone.

In other words, it translates to 'my master is an eyesore, so I ditched her.' This servant was going to plan ahead in this war, without informing his master? From what this servant has shown so far, there was no malicious intent behind his words.

As if my thoughts were being read, she turns this way.

"Master, I will leave this decision to you." She makes me decide on whether to take this truce or not.

My mouth curls slightly upwards. Should it not be obvious what my choice will be?

"Master, are you not going to cook?" Avenger 'requests' me, in the form of a question.

She has stripped off her whole armor, and is now wearing, what people of this generation call these clothes: Goth fasion. A black dress with a white skirt underneath; black stockings that are worn on her feet; and a black ribbon that ties her hair into a pork bun.

"No." I answer to her. I could feel it, the chance that my head is going to come off is increasing, and the culprit is the girl that is staring at me. "It's late at night." I quickly follow up.

It hurts, her stares hurt me. I visibly shake. Each time I deny her actions, I'm hurt by swords, in the form of a stare. Was there some magic involved?

"Surely you jest, is it not the duty of the host to serve the guests?" She argues back.

What ridiculous joke, is this? A servant does not need to eat food, a blackened servants should be no exception to that rule. The only thing she would gain, is the pleasure of the taste from the food.

Pleasure? In the end, servants are no different from humans, they all desire happiness and pleasure, even after death. Very well.

"Indeed it is. Rejoice, you shall get the meal you so much desire." I almost say in a happy tone, my voice only rises slightly. I am looking forward to my next experimentation.

"What is this monstrosity?" Avenger looks at me with a pale face. Her already pale face, has gotten even paler from the sight of my dish.

My mouth slightly curves upwards.

I'm currently sitting across her.

Lying on the plate in front of Avenger, is a bubbling, black, corrupted looking dish. It looked as if it is alive. The bubbles on my dish have morphed itself into a skull looking face for a moment.

Avenger swallows her saliva.

"What's the matter? It would be rude of the guest to refuse a dish from the host." I make fun of her.

Her expressionless face, cringes into an expression of worry. Her mouth was slightly frowning.

"It's mapo tofu. In short, it's a dish that uses chili and spices." I explain to her.

"I see. I can clearly smell the spices in this dish."

She picked up the spoon that was set aside the dish, and poked the mapo tofu. The moment the spoon made contact with the sauce, a bubble welded up from that spot and exploded into tiny bits of mapo tofu.

As if she's under the might of the dish, Avenger shrinks away from the dish.

I am staring with amusement in my eyes. It is indeed a hilarious sight, to think such a 'simple' dish could make a servant feel this much displeasure.

"Where is your pride as Britain's King?" I mock. It was at times like this that, I could use her title, as the King of Knights, in situations like this. "Eat."

She puffs her chest up and holds onto the spoon. The moment that metal and sauce makes contact, the same thing occurs. This time she doesn't falter. She brings the spoon to her lips, and…

"Quite impressive, you managed to consume the whole dish." I complement the King of Knights.

"Y-your… complement i-is… unnecessary." She says as she shakes her head and massages her temples. The mapo tofu has taken its toll on Avenger, even for a servant, it's too strong.

The ingredients for the dish were all, conveniently in the fridge. All the pots and pans were ordered in the cupboard, and so were the utensils and plates. How ordered.

Honestly, the result was an accident. I randomly put in ingredients to see what would come out, this was the result. It's just surprising that any being, other than me, would be able to stomach this dish. You indeed have my respect now, King of Knights.

"You… still haven't a-answered my question from the beginning. Why, why do you know who I am?" She asks while trying to withstand the aftereffects of the mapo tofu. It's hard to take her seriously, the way she is now. She's putting the effort to regain her composure.

Right, she had her sword up to my neck and was trying to force it out of me. How unnecessary.

"That's because I've been in this war before, just like you." I shove this fact into her face.

The effects of the mapo tofu have disappeared, the burden is now gone. She sits up straight and has a look of shock on her face, her mouth is open. Something I haven't seen at all.

"What?" She asks me whilst stun.

"I've been in the 5th grail war before." I repeat again in annoyance. What didn't she understand with this simple sentence?

I don't think I can hide it from Avenger, it's not necessary to hide it from her anyway. The distrust would hurt our relation as master and servant. Even though she may have been Emiya Shirou's servant at one point, she's currently my servant now.

"I can't understand… what are you saying?" She brings her left palm to her head, and slightly shakes her head.

It must be an overload of unexpected events that's causing the difficulty of her understanding. It's the same for me as well, except that I've been more accepting to the situation than she has. The black grail, the attempted birth of Angra Mainyu, blackened Matou Sakura, blackened Saber, and the Emiya who obtained Archer's abilities. It's not all that surprising.

"I am from the same timeline you're from. The same timeline where Angra Mainyu tried to birth itself through Matou Sakura, where you were caught by the black shadow, and where you became Sakura's servant." I state.

She is visibly trembling. Did those words really shake her up this much? Being bathed in the curse of Angra Mainyu must have changed her personality and mindset drastically. The amount of curses amount to 5.6 billion, unless your ego was as hard-headed as Gilgamesh's, then it would've been impossible for you to withstand it.

"I-I… I'm sorry master. I was not able to protect you." She apologizes to me, in a gentle tone. She turns her head down towards the table. Her hair covers her eyes, I can no longer see them. "This time… I'll be sure to protect you."

How touching. Maybe, it would've moved my heart, but, I wasn't Emiya Shirou at heart. Those words are wasted on me.

"What happened after you killed me?" She asks me hesitantly.

"I was killed." By Emiya Shirou. However, even if I was left alone, I probably would've died anyway.

She bites her lip, and clenches her fist. "I see… are you still going to protect Sakura?"

"Of course."

She was the mother that would give birth to All the World's evils. As a priest, I also have a duty to bless whatever is born. You can't judge the crimes of a being that hasn't been born. And in this case, you can't judge the crimes of a being that has not yet committed any crimes.

Avenger will probably think of my reasons differently. After all, Emiya was trying to save her out of love.

"I see…" She says. "Master, about your personality…"

"I could ask you the same thing." I wittily reply back.

She immediately quiets herself, after my response.

The mostly likely conclusion that she could think of is, I must've been showered by the grails contents. The truth is I really was… back in the 4th Holy Grail War. But if I were to say it had an impact on me, it has only taught me of the nature of this world. The amount of evils that humans can produce is amazing.

"Then do you have any idea of what is going on?"

"An idea? Perhaps, but it's better off unsaid, until proven." I answer.

I have no proof that it's the grail that brought me here. Getting Avenger to conclusions about our current situations, might make her do unnecessary actions on her own, it might possibly inhibit my actions in the future.

"…"

"…"

There are no more words to be said. The silence has wedged its place between us. The conversation has now ended. Whatever needs to be said can happen in the morning.

Something was welling up from inside me, I yawn out loud. I needed to sleep, thinking comes after that.

"I'm going to sleep. You can do as you wish, as long as you don't make yourself known to anybody else." I say to her drowsily.

I get up from my seat and take my leave. There were numerous rooms in this place, but I didn't know which one was Emiya's. I'm assuming it's the one with the small table inside. Avenger is following after me; I guess it means I'm right if she's not questioning me. It's a tidy room, not a single speck of dust to be seen.

I open the closet and find a futon inside. Grabbing it, I turn and around, only to face Avenger

"What is it?" I question her. I said before that she could as she pleased. What is she doing here?

"I will watch over you from any threats while you sleep."

"I see."

I put the futon down, and lay it out from top to bottom. The wrinkles were there, but it would probably appear again after I lay on it, so there's no point in getting rid of it.

I systematically put the pillow on the top, get in the futon, and lay my head on the pillow. On the side is Avenger on her knees, staring at my face. Hopefully, I won't be bothered by her current actions. This has never happened before.

"Good night, master."

"Ok." It's more of a stressing night.

There's a blue swordsman that's currently in battle. She's constantly moving, trying to combat the speedy opponent that opposes her.

A cloaked opponent with a mask on his face. A mask that eerily smiles at her, as if it was welcoming death out in open arms. Assassin.

They both move in the same direction when they move. If Assassin retreats, the swordsmen moves forward; if Assassin goes left, she goes left. They both move, never stopping.

Weapons clash. The swordsman is knocking out daggers that are shot at the speed of bullets, no matter how many shot in her direction; they are swatted away like flies.

She can't see these daggers at all, their too fast for the eye to see. That's why she's not using her eyes at all. The wind, she can feel the daggers from reading the flow of the wind; on top of that, her instincts are aiding her in battle. She can deflect them away, as if they were insignificant.

But, even if she does, she cannot gain any ground on the opponent. Assassin keeps his distance from her. He cannot match her at close range, that's why he retreats and waits for her.

There's irritation and frustration within the swordsman movements. Despite the clear advantage she has, there's something wrong about this battle. She has made no progress in this battle at all; all she did was exhaust assassin's daggers.

Assassin is laughing at her, and he retreats even further. He isn't laughing about the battle they are fighting,but laughing about the stupidity in her actions and choices.

There's something lurking around, something ominous and dark that could easily overpower her. She could feel it on the tip of her tongue.

It's a trap, she knows it's a trap, he knows it's a trap.

Was she fighting a losing battle from the start?

If she were to take one step furth- it doesn't matter. She's been caught.

A black shadow appears, that threatens to consume all. It's alive, it's hungry, it's cursed, and it wants to be born. It wouldn't even matter if she moved forward, that shadow isn't something stationary, it moved as it pleased.

This battle is no more, the winner has been decided. And the blue swordsman has lost, once she has been by that black shadow, there's no more turning back. All pure heroic spirits are nothing in front of that monster. It's indiscriminate and can't tell from foe or ally.

The assassin takes of the bandage around his arm, it's a noble phantasm. The name of the noble phantasm is Zabaniya: a cursed arm that once unleashed can create a copy of the opponents heart and crush it, then by touching the target's chest, he could switch the copy and the real heart. This noble phantasm completely ignores physical armaments, it means nothing in front of this cursed arm.

It aims at its target. The moment this hand touches it's chess- it's cut off instantly. Assassin retreats back out of pain.

But, that's the last resistance this swordsman can show, now she's going to be devoured by the shadow.

This is how the servant, Saber, died.

What just happened? It felt like I was dreaming just now, but it felt too realistic for it to be a dream. And that figure just now… that was Saber, before she was devoured by the shadow. So this is how she met her end…

I slowly open my eyes to the brightness that gleams through my eyes. It's morning and I still feel tired.

A figure visibly moves beside me, she's on her knees with her hands on her lap.

"Good morning, master." She greets.

I'm frankly shocked, I think I saw her in the same position when I closed my eyes to sleep. She wasn't there the whole time, was she?

"How long have you been in that position?" I enquire.

"Ever since you've been sleeping."

She was here the whole time. I have mixed feelings about this. It's definitely reassuring that she was here to protect me… but, this is clearly an invasion of privacy. Close, extremely close. Especially since she has been watching over me the whole night, it's uncomfortable.

"I see. Next time, sleep in the next room next door." I order her, not suggest.

Her eyebrows furrow.

"Why, master? It's safer for me to stay by your side."

I completely agree with that statement, I really do. But there's something that just makes this uncomfortable for me, I feeling that I haven't exactly felt, and it's annoying.

"Because I feel uncomfortable and annoyed." I bluntly tell her.

She narrows her eyes and harshly stares at me. This is bad. I can feel the atmosphere dropping a few temperatures down. Is this going to happen when she doesn't have her way.

Lancer was easier to deal with.

"Is that so? That reason isn't justifiable enough. Unless I'm satisfied with your reason, I'm going to ignore that order." She counters back.

Is it now?

"Because if you don't, I'm going to use a command spell to make you." I hold out my left hand up, with the back of my hand facing her direction.

She slightly gasps, she tried to hold it back. Her fists clench and visibly shake. "You would go that far?"

"Yes."

"…Very well." She gets up and leaves towards the exit. "If you need me, I will be in the dojo. I expect that you will be going to school as well." And closes it.

…Wonderful. I'm now left to my own devices. Like I'm going to such an establishment, known as school…

There's a smell coming from the kitchen, it smells similar to the morning I had yesterday. I walk in, and…

"SHIROU!"

"Senpai, good morning."

I am not putting up with this again.

I walk back out, and quickly dress into the school uniform that is within the numerous clothes.

I take the food on the dish, and gobble it all up within a few mouthfuls. Sakura and Fujimura are both agape.

"Itadakimasu." I say with no rush in my voice, "I'm leaving for school."

In a way, this place is more bustling than the streets. There's so much people gathered in this one place, they all have one thing in common, they come here for education.

Something alerts my senses, once I enter the grounds of the academy, my senses alert me of something that's silently flowing through the school. I didn't sense it yesterday, but now I could feel. There's a bounded field around this school, I don't know about its function, but if it's detectable and out in the open like this, the person must be less than 2nd-rate.

I'm currently on the first floor of Homurahara Academy; and I have come to a realization. I don't have a clue of where my locker or class is.

"Tch." I should've came with Sakura if it was going to be like this.

"What's the matter, Emiya?"

Perfect, the moment I need help, my answer is called upon to me. I have no idea who this person is, but if this person knows me, it will be all the more convenient. However…

My instincts momentarily act up, and I jump back. I couldn't even hear him.

A tall man in a business suit, he has glasses and short black hair.

This man is dangerous, there's something about him that makes my blood flow faster. There's no killing intent or murderous air around him, but I can still feel the danger behind this man.

"…" The silent air around him seemed to focus itself onto me, as if it were trying to pierce through me.

His breathing is calm, controlled, yet natural. His breathing was matching with his movements.

"…Emiya?" He asks, in a monotone voice.

"I seem to be lost. Could you please guide me to my classroom?" I ask with carefulness.

He's the master of Caster, Kuzuki Souchirou. I found out his identity, due to the order I gave to Lancer when I was his master, "Fight against everyone. But do not defeat them. Survive your first battle against everyone."

"Are you saying you don't know where your class is?"

"Yes."

"Very well, come with me."

He walks to the staircase, and I follow behind him carefully.

"Did you lose your memory?" He inquires.

"No."

"Then, how do you not know?" He tries to probe me.

"Because I never learnt where my class was." I blatantly tell him.

"You were shown at the beginning of the year."

"I wasn't here at the beginning of the year."

"Are you Shirou Emiya?"

"Yes."

These questions are starting to annoy me. But, he has no shock or any visible expression in his movements, body or voice. It's been a consistent, constant, question-answer conversation. I'm quite content talking to someone like this.

"After answering all of your questions, could I perhaps, ask a few questions of my own?"

"Do as you please."

Perfect, there's been something that has me interested about him that I'd like to ask about.

"What martial arts or fighting style do you use?" I ask casually.

He stops walking for an instant, but then continues moving, "Snake."

Snake? I think I may have heard of that from somewhere, it had something to do with an isolated group, raising children.

"How long have you trained?"

"Ever since I could remember." In short, it means since he was a child.

He's been fighting since he was young on whatever path he has took, just like me. His hands are stained with blood.

"Why are you at this school?"

"This occupation is what I have happened to land on, on my path to find meaning in my life."

Meaning? This is not a surprise at all, to be trained as a killer since a young age would lead you to a lifeless, meaningless, and pleasure-less life.

"We're here, Emiya. Work hard."

I look up to the sign above the class door, 2C. I see, so this is my classroom.

"Much appreciated, Sensei." I give my thanks. "One last thing. Where do I sit?"

He points a finger towards a seat, and then he walks away.

Most interesting, people like him still exist. If anything, I would consider him the same as Emiya Kiritsugu and I. The same thing we all have in common is our background in fighting and training. However, Kiritsugu had meaning in his life and was trying to work towards a goal. While I'm trying to find happiness and pleasure in life, this is what my meaning in life is.

Does he not doubt who I am at all? Maybe he doesn't care if I'm an imposter or fake? I find it completely outrageous, someone who would let something like this slide.

Upon walking inside this classroom, I notice the particular pattern the student bundle themselves up. Everyone is split into their own factions, the ones with the nude magazines, the arrogant ones are teamed up, and the ones who are apparently beautiful, have girls crowded around them.

I walk towards my seat, put my bag on the side, and sit.

And now I wait for class to start…

"Yo, Emiya. You seem brim and proper, why were you away yesterday?"

I look towards the direction of the voice and am greeted by the sight of a blue boy, that's surrounded by girls.

Matou Shinji, good for nothing garbage, that's descended from the parasite, Matou Zouken. The inferiority complex this boy has is intense; he was born powerless, with no attributes for being a magus. The Matou line will end at his generation, their bloodline will thin out into extinction.

"Killing a puppy." I say with a smile on my face.

The cheery atmosphere around them broke, and they slowly backed away.

"H-Ha, that joke isn't funny, Emiya." He replies with stutter.

"Joke, me? I'm completely serious." The smile on my face gets slightly bigger.

"Y-you, you are freaking creepy!" He says with disgust. And he walks out, with the girls around him.

Walking out now? Class is going to start soon.

"SHIROU! HOW COULD YOU DITCH US INTO THE DUST, AND LEAVE ON YOUR OWN!" A monstrous voice travels its way towards me. Trouble is brewing its way towards me. And the roaring figure flies through the door like lightning.

She is also a sensei. I forgot.

"Wha- Fujimura-sensei?"

"Taiga, what are you doing?"

"Sensei, you're too loud in the morning."

Numerous students talk back to the roaring lion, that tries to tackle its way through the students.

"DON'T CALL ME TIGER!" She roars at the students that comment about her.

A familiar tall man appears behind her back.

"Fujimura-sensei, class is about to start." Kuzuki says. He holds onto the collar of Fujimura with an iron grip.

"NO, NOT UNTIL I LECTURE SHIROU!" But Kuzuki ignores her and drags her out of the classroom.

A teacher walks in with a few books in his hands. "Your teacher is currently busy right now, so it's self-study for now."

"Yes! Free time."

"Yay."

The students all celebrate, despite the purpose of this place is to have an education. Such a contradiction, why do they even bother to come here?

"What the hell was that, Emiya? What'd you do to piss off Taiga?" One of the students ask me

"That's right Emiya. When I come back to class, I see this trouble you've caused." The trash, Matou Shinji, is back, squabbling to me.

"Quiet yourself, trash. You'll bite your tongue."

"WHAT!? How dare you say that to someone like me!?" He shouts with wrath in his voice. "Are you trying to pick a fight?"

His haughty, arrogant personality is now starting to surface from its hiding place. Emiya was friends with someone like this? How unfortunate.

"No." I tell him.

"Then watch your words. Otherwise I'll make you regret it!" He scowls back at me.

"I wonder what reason you have for putting everyone else below you. Perhaps it's an inferiority complex?"

"Inferiority complex? I don't want to hear that from someone with a broken shoulder."

Emiya has a broken shoulder? He hadn't shown any problems relating to his shoulder at all in the last war, and I haven't felt anything either. I should test the limits of this body when I get back to the household.

"Hearing that from someone of the Matou household, with no circuits whatsoever, is most humorous."

"W-What!"

Hmph, another sentence should push his buttons.

"Did you not hear me, temporary master? Don't degrade yourself any further; otherwise you'll stain the name of Matou."

He grinds in teeth in rage and irritation, and prepares himself like a carnivore, aiming for his prey. The other students watch as we argue, not trying to do anything. Of course, they have no reason to interfere at all.

I think I may have purposely provoked this fight. But there's something about him that just makes him irritating.

He dashes towards me, whilst raising his right hand up, and prepares to punch me.

Futile. He must have a death wish.

I quickly get up from my seat and use my right leg to dash in. I bring my right arm to grab his own rised arm to raise it above us. The moment I land with my left leg, I use it to rotate my body 90 degree to the right, and knead his stomach with me left elbow.

Acid from his insides drips out of his mouth the moment I make contact. I could feel the sensation of my elbow, squishing something soft. It wasn't fast enough, this body is different to my own, but it was quite fit.

And he goes down on his knees, curling as he holds his stomach, because of the pain.

How weak.

Everyone around me stares in fear.

"What the hell, Emiya?"

"Didn't you overdo it?"

"You're overreacting."

I ignore their meaningless drabble from around me, and stare at the temporary master in front of me. He's trembling on the floor, while trying to endure the pain.

How weak. How short-lived.

Is this school life? My impression so far… it is a rush of events that seems to not link whatsoever. It's random events that group together.

He brings his face up and stares at me with immense hate. He uses his left hand to wipe his mouth, and tries to take a deep breath, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING RIDER? ACTIVATE IT NOW!"

The boundary field that's set up, around this school, starts to act up. I look outside. From the ground up, everything is slowly dyed into a blood-red world. Slowly, as it brings its way up, the students that touches the magic, instantly collapse and foam at the mouth.

As it makes its way towards this height, I feel something trying to invade my body. It was trying to eat away at my skin, and penetrate my whole body. It was like there were tiny bugs, trying to eat at me.

Up above the school at the top of the bounded field is an eye.

This is… a bounded field that's designed to dissolve humans and turn them into magical energy. This is bad. With this many students, who knows how much energy the user could get. Luckily, the culprit is right in front of me, sitting in his own fluids.

I hastily close in to smash his skull, but as my hand makes contact with his hair, something fast and sharp tries to slice my hand off. I back out at the last second.

"Hoo, you have good instincts."

A blind folded figure with long purple hair, Rider. She's one of the faster servants of this war, with speed similar to Lancer's.

This is bad, I did not think this through. Matou Shinji is the false master. If I kill him, the ownership would just transfer to Matou Sakura, therefore increasing the effect of this bounded field, due to her having a better aptitude for being a master. This field does have a few magic sources though, like the ones I saw through Lancer's eyes. However, I can't determine a thing, not like this, not when I'm confronting a servant.

"Ha… hahaha. You'll regret crossing me, Emiya." Says the half-dead trash on the floor.

Do I have no choice but to resort to a command seal?

If I show an opening, she'll quickly slice off my hand. Damn it, I have to get away and quickly call Avenger.

I stance myself, preparing to counter whatever she does, even though I know it's suicide trying to combat a servant.

A rain of arrows comes from the door, aiming at Rider. She elegantly dodges her way around them, and quickly grabs the Matou boy and breaks through the window.

"Tch." The tanned man goes.

"Ahh, I can't believe you missed, Archer. It was a surprise attack too." A twin-tailed girl, behind Archer says. She had her palm up to her face, but crosses her arms and sighs, "To think there was another magus under my nose, and he's also a master. I'm losing my edge."

"Don't worry master, we'll get her next time." Archer says in a reassuring tone. He dematerializes his bow.

She looks at me with a judging gaze, try to study me. Then she points at me. "Emiya-san, you are a master aren't you? Why didn't you bring your servant?"

That's the first thing she asks about? You have your priorities wrong, I've taught you better than that. It should be information about the first, foremost, danger.

"That's beca-" Wait a minute, she wasn't Saber anymore. She's in the Avenger class, is she able to dematerialize? Due to touching the black grail, she reincarnated as Black Saber and received a physical body. But, since she was summoned, perhaps she can keep her sprit form. She never tried to dematerialize so I don't know, "It's complicated. We had a disagreement"

It was an easier response, than explaining the mix-up in my head.

"I… see… to think there was another magus under my nose" She stares at me with exaggerating eyes. And brings her hand up to her face again, and sighs, "I guess we're enemies."

Archer on the other hand crosses his arms and shakes his head, side to side, with a half-smile.

"Are we? Strange, your servant should say otherwise."

Rin's eyes go down, in response to my statement. She stares at Archer, "What is he talking about?"

The smile on Archer's face got bigger.

"The truth is, I encountered them on my patrol last night when you were asleep. I offered a truce and they agreed." Archer say's casually.

"WHAT!? When were you planning to tell me this!? Who let you decide without my permission!? Explain yourself!" Rin crankily throws questions at Archer.

But all Archer does is smile, not being pressured by Rin's questions.

"Rin, we'll talk about this later. Right now, we should deal with Rider and her master." Archer quickly changes the topic.

Rin sighs again. "I guess we should. Ok, Emiya. What can you do?" She asks about my abilities.

"I can cook... mapo tofu."

"Not that! Combat wise! And mapo tofu? Your sense of taste is just as bad as that fake priest's." She says back in anger.

Bad as that fake priest? I feel slightly offended.

"I know Bajiquan. As for magecraft… I never progressed beyond the degree of a beginner for most things. " I state.

Archer raises an eyebrow at my statements. He now has a curious gaze on me.

"Hmm… Bajiquan, huh. In other words, you're going to be useless here." She says, without any guilty conscience, whatsoever, "Alright. Archer, you take care of Rider. Emiya and I will look for the magic sources for this bounded field!" She orders.

"Alright, master. But you don't mind if I take care of Rider first, right?"

To think he can keep a sense of humour in this situation. Does nothing faze this servant? Rin just smiles at his question then runs off.

"Use your senses and reinforcement magic to find them. It'll make life a whole bunch easier." He turns his back to me and heads out the window.

Reinforcement magic… huh.

"Ah, damn it! Where do we start finding them!? Who knows how long it's going to take to go through the school." She voices her complaints out with irritation.

"Complaining won't make this any easier." I say my thoughts.

"Shush, you! If you have any bright ideas, please do share them!"

Archer said to use my senses. It can't be that easy, can it?

I control my breathing and slow down my body activity. I adjust it to so I could concentrate on my senses, to find these magic sources. I would go further, but, I can clearly feel them, the positions of the magic sources near me. Is it that I've gotten better at this, or is it that this body is just sensitive?

"There's one there, behind the papers on the bulletin board." I point it out for Rin.

"Ehh? What are you talking about? Like it could be that easy to find…" Her voice slowly fades away, as I rip off all the paper. I'm right, behind it is one of the magic sources. "I'm surprised, I see that you have your uses."

My mouth curves, ever so slightly. That's what I taught you Rin, use people as you please. Is this my teacher's pride, welling up within me? Who knows.

She goes to the magic source and gets rid of it.

"One down, who knows more to go!" She says with confidence in her voice. "Where's the next one?"

This is going to be an easy, but repetitive task.

"Next is over there."

Honestly, I do want to try and type a Rider vs Archer scene, and try to brush up my writing skills for fighting scenes, but this viewpoint is strictly from Kotomine's. I might just post it as an intermission or something, but I might not do it. We'll see.