Shriou rubbed the back of his head. If you have a resource, exploit it. Not after you forgot to return that jewel of mine despite using it to save your life. You only have yourself to blame after all. Now obey my command servant and trace that Jeweled Sword. His sister had done it over breakfast of all things, acting as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Primarily the fact that he and Shirou used tracing, despite the fact that Rin had told him that it was a brand new type of magecraft, and that his tracing of Noble Phantasms of all things was inconceivable. Ilya of course never let Rin live her oversight down. Needless to say, Shirou was unlikely to ever live this down himself. Still, they had little to no knowledge of what exactly Archer had gone through, and in the end they simply had to be content with knowledge that he was one potential future for Shirou, and that the gem had likely been the catalyst for his summoning. His attention snapped back to the present as he focused on the Jeweled Sword of Zelretch within his memory. In a burst of prana, the sword materialized into existence and Shirou caught it before placing it on the pedestal in the center of the array. Now, step out of the circle. He sighed as he stepped out. The path of a true magus right? Really, thank you so much for helping me with this. For the next many minutes, she did very little with the sword. The whole time, her attention was laser focused, but there was a certain elation to her as she jotted down notes. She seemed to be making great progress. Without another word she began to channel a sizable amount of prana. Then, both magi froze as they heard a crack. However, even as she began to put distance between her and the code, she saw more and more cracks form in the sword. Seeing this, Shirou simply reacted. He leapt forward, pulled Rin back by the arm, spinning her around so that he was between her and the malfunctioning experiment. Yes, windows seemed like a good analogy for the dozen or so somethings that Emiya Shirou saw in the black. It was as if he saw things, but did not remember. So many windows, with so many confusing things he did not understand. For a while, he felt as if he was naught but air. Yet he still existed. He almost felt as if he would fade away. A light like none of the others. A light that called out to him in aching familiarity. But the light drew him nonetheless. That radiant light called to him so sweetly, and he followed it to one of the windows and looked. The next clash would be decisive. To have manifested such a reality marble is commendable. And yet, despite revealing your Noble Phantasm, and knowing its name of Unlimited Blade Works, I find myself unfamiliar with your legend. This is merely the fruition of my life and choices. Something I attained myself when I was still alive. As for my legend. You need not worry about it. Will you not give me your name? First my master, and now you. In that case I have but one more question for you before our final clash. You spoke earlier of that king with both familiarity and fondness. Did you know him? Yes, I knew King Arthur, once long ago. He was truly a magnificent person. Well then, let us settle this. His opponent was instantly on guard. The red cloaked servant straightened up slightly and reached out with his right arm. However, I guess being nostalgic can be good sometimes. Seeing this, Gawain waited, alert. His expression soon hardened. Both masters, stared at the blade, enraptured by the radiance it displayed. Before him, Gawain opted to silently toss his sword into the air, a red magic circle appearing beneath where he stood. A powerful sun appeared where the sword spun at its peak before falling back into his hands. He drew the sword back, as if to draw it and power and hea
