Chapter 6

A Glimpse of the Future(?)

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Gratitude, thankfulness, gratefulness, or appreciation is a feeling or attitude in acknowledgment of a benefit that one has received or will receive.

Just to clarify, gratitude is not the same as indebtedness.

While both emotions occur following help, indebtedness occurs when a person perceives that they are under an obligation to make some repayment of compensation for the aid. The emotions lead to different actions; indebtedness can motivate the recipient of the aid to avoid the person who has helped them, whereas gratitude can motivate the recipient to seek out their benefactor and to improve their relationship with them.

As the grate Marcus Tullius Cicero once said "Gratitude is not only the greatest of the virtues but the parent of all others."

However on a certain day, a certain group of people finds Gratitude synonymous to the word Pain. Another day similar to the dreaded day of hearts and diabetes is just less than a days away, and its centerpiece is to answer the love that was given during February 14... This day is called White Day, the day where men expresses their gratitude to a woman's heart felt expression of love.

And as you'd expect from Shiro, Zayd and David, they curse this day simply because it exists.

"This day... is painful..." said Shiro as he forcefully moved his zombie like body with sheer willpower alone

"Amen..." David replies as he zombie walks behind Shiro.

"Shut it... You're making me more miserable..." said Zayd who was also zombie walking ahead of Shiro.

"Sorry..." Shiro apologizes

"... No prob..." replied Zayd.

"... You know, I'm having a sense of Deja vu here" said David

""Yeah me too"" Shiro and Zayd replies.

Ah yes... Such is the life of people whom either love or luck has completely abandoned. They can only grit their teeth and watch with envy as those love birds do their enviable lovey dovey business.

"Then again, it's kind of my fault that I'm so damn unlucky when it comes to romcom encounters as of late" Thought Shiro as he wills himself to move towards the breading ground of romcoms... School

It has only been 4 days since the Great Cafeteria War, so it's no surprise that the carnage that Shiro brought down on Hasegawa Miki is still very fresh on peoples minds. Not a lot of the people in this world has witnessed the level of violence that rivals what Shiro did to Miki, so it's no surprise that Shiro effectively made himself a terrifying existence.

At the moment, Hasegawa Miki is currently a temporary resident of Moon Cell Hospital's ICU. Its actually a miracle she survived. Any normal heroic spirit would be very much dead if they took the UBW's full force head on. Being undead has its perks.

Based on what little info Emiya Kiritsugu was willing to provide, Hasegawa Miki is a distant relative that Shiro has unintentionally conquered. While his father refused to reveal any details to Shiro, he did reveal one very crucial information...

Hasegawa Miki is a Yandere

"Thank you Captain Obvious! I surely didn't realize that when she CLEAVED ME IN HALF!... *sigh*"

OTAKU 101

Yandere is a portmanteau of two Japanese words yanderu, meaning to be sick, and deredere, which is defined as strongly and deeply exhausted, infatuated, moonstruck, head-over-heels, or lovestruck, but in this case used for "lovestruck."

The word was developed from tsundere which describes a character who is both hard-nosed or moody tsuntsun and the aforementioned lovestruck. The sick portion was added when a new layer of romantic obsession came about beyond normal tsundere (where cool emotions were warmed and nurtured towards awkward, romantic or sexualized tension) where seemingly normal displays of strong and deep romantic love and affection become mentally dilapidated (i.e. kidnapping crushes, poisoning food that is to be eaten by a romantic rival, or forcing the romantic love interest to commit lovers suicide)

She is described by famous phrase used daily the African Americans: "She is one crazy ass bitch!"

Originally, Shiro has held back on making any progress with the girls in order to keep the delicate equilibrium within his group. If Shiro's predictions are correct, Hasegawa Miki will be joining the already volatile harem of his, thus making it incredibly hard to advance down anyone's route.

"Great... Just great..."

On a different note, the GOB rebellion ended up in a big success. The Vote of No Confidence enjoyed the support of 92% of the highschool population, which resulted in Adonis' removal as Student Council President.

Based on what info Shiro could gather, Adonis originally had a fair bit of support prior to the Great Cafeteria War. Unfortunately, that support evaporated in an instant when people witnessed how much punishment Shiro inflicted to Miki. While they never actually saw how Shiro did it, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that he is much stronger than the famed Izanami No Mikoto.

All in all, it's another peaceful day in Emiya Shiro's life.

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Later that day, class 3-W

What defines Highschool?

What puts the COM in ROMCOM?

The answer: CLICHES!

A cliche is often a vivid depiction of an abstraction that relies upon analogy or exaggeration for effect, often drawn from everyday experience. Used sparingly, they may succeed, however, the use of a cliché in writing, speech, or argument is generally considered a mark of inexperience or a lack of originality.

The Otaku world lives and breaths these copy-paste scenes which is also the main reason why so many animes/mangas get axed only after a few chapters/episodes. The only difference between a good cliche and a bad cliche is the way it's presented.

Like any cliche anime set in a highschool setting, it is required to have atleast one beautiful transfer student.

"REJOICE LUSTFUL MEN OF CLASS 3-W!" roared their homeroom teacher, Freya. "Less than 24 hours before the great White Day Festival... WE GET A BISHOJO TRANSFER STUDENT! "

With blood shot eyes, the male population of class 3-W roared like the beasts of war.

"*sigh* ... I'll never understand men" said Hera Cles "Whats the point of the over the top reaction?"

"We don't need a reason." Zayd replies in an overly serious manner. "Do all men and women need a reason to stay alive?"

"Well, no... But-" replied Hera Cles but was cut off by Zayd.

"EXACTLY! We don't need a reason to live! We dent need a reason to do our best! Hence, we dent need a reason to celebrate a Bishoujo entering our lives!" said Zayd with such charisma that every male student in their class roars in agreement. "Stand up brothers! Let us praise the sky for th-"

Zayd is blown off his feet as a dictionary thrown by Freya connects with his skull.

"While I do like lively students, going into inspirational speeches while in my homeroom is no go." said Freya. "Besides, why would you prolong the entrance of your new bishoujo classmate?"

At her words, all the men instantly returned to their seats like good little boys. Satisfied with their compliance, Freya signals the transfer student to enter.

The person that entered blew everyone away. Yes... Even the girls could believe how beautiful the person is. The person had violet eyes and long light pink hair with hair ornaments that only a beautiful princess would wear. With a single bright smile, class 3-W averted their eyes as if they were staring straight to the sun itself.

"Alright. Introduce your self" said Freya.

"My name is Astolfo Charlemenge. I hope we'll be friends" said the transfer student.

The class erupts with cheers and roars. Random words of joy echoed from the mouths of the male population, thanking which ever god they believed in.

"An Angel!"

"Did the gods finally throw me a bone?! Hell yeah!"

"Oh good... So M*therF*cking MOE!"

"OMFG! Its a flat chested girl!" roared Zayd. "Thank you Allah! THANK YOU!"

Unlike the others, Shiro's reaction was that of a man that has reached enlightenment. He remains cool, composed and silent while observing. Atleast, that's on the surface...

"To conquer or not to conquer... That is the question."

Yes... Shiro has already started making plans to get Astolfo into his future harem.

"Will Astolfo fit in with the other girls? Or would it turn into a blood bath... Hmmm..."

While Shiro was deep in thought, Astolfo make an announcement that no one could believe.

"By the way, I am a man"

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""""PWHAHAHAHAHA!""""

The entire room bursts out laughing.

"Good one Astolfo!"

"Looks like we've got a regular joker here"

"Boring is not going to be the label of our class this year!"

These are among the many responses to Astolfo's ridiculous claim, much to Astolfo's displeasure.

"It's true! I am a MAN!" Astolfo said in desperation. "I'm even wearing a male uniform"

But as expected, human beings only see what they want to see.

"Dont worry about it transfer student." said Shiro."Class 3-W is full of weirdos. We wont question your taste in clothing."

"B-but!... I know! Ms. Freya, it's written in my records that I'm male right?" Astolfo asks Freya

"That's true, but I bet someone just typed the wrong words during your registration. I guess that's to be expected from a school with more than a million students." replied Freya. "For now take your seat. I'll sort that later okay?"

"Please dont!" cried Astolfo

And so begins Astolfo Charlemenge futile attempts to prove that he is, in fact, a man.

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After a couple of lessons, 3-W leaves their class room and heads for the PE building to change into their PE uniforms. And by some Divine Assistance, Shiro was given the task to show Astolfo the ropes under the reason that he was the only one who remained calm during the transfer student's introduction

"Mwhahahahaha! It all goes according to plan!" Shiro thought as he calmly walks side by side with the bishoujo Astolfo.

Naturally, he has earned the disdain of many many men around him.

"Envy me fools! That's what you get for not controlling your urges!"

"So... Anything you'd like to ask?" said Shiro in an attempt to set up a repertoire.

"Yeah... I've been wondering, but is the school about to have a festival or something?" asked Astolfo while looking at the different decorations through out the school

"Oh that would be the White Day Festival. I think Freya-sensei announced that before you entered the class" replied Shiro

"Oh... Now that you mention it..." said Astolfo. "But why would this school bother making a festival for white day?"

"Er... No clue." Shiro answers apologetically "Lets ask someone who knows."

Shiro grabs the hand a pink haired loli nun and refuses to let go, much to the loli nun's surprise

"Hey Debi, why do we have a White Day Festival?"

While still confused and very embarrassed, Debi answers the question precisely.

"Err... If I could recall correctly, the White Day Festival origin was 600 or so years ago out of the whim of the Living Goddess Amaterasu." said Debi. " Back then, a young but extremely talented seer named Michel Nostradamus made a prediction so accurate that impressed Amaterasu. While there are no records of what those predictions were, one thing is for certain, the predicted event happened in Moon Cell city on White Day."

"I see... Now it makes sense" Shiro nods at the revelation.

"Eh? What do you mean it makes sense?"asked Astolfo in confusion

Shiro then urges Debi to continue.

"Ahem... The White Day Festival is unique to Moon Cell City alone" said Debi. "For one day only, a mass fortune telling session will be held in the city for free. Thousands of seers from all over the world come to Moon Cell City to showcase their talents, and hopefully gain enough attention to warrant big time clients"

"So its more of an advertising campaign for fortune tellers?" asked Shiro

"If you put it bluntly, yes." Debi replied with a smile. "And because of the nature of the festival, women tend to flock around accurate seers to get their love life divined."

"Wasn't White Day suppose to be more of a man's event?" asked Astolfo.

"Hahaha. It cant be helped?" replied Debi with a sad smile.

The 3 joked around until they split up in the changing room. Debi heads to the women's changing room while Shiro and Astolfo enters the men's.

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"""KKYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"""

The air shook as a group of preadolescent teenager screams from the top of their lungs. Normally, the sound alone would turn any man into a primal beast filled with lust... if only they were female screams.

Yes... The all to famous (and very cliche) KYA! scream is currently performed by the young men of 3-W.

Within the men's restroom, 3-W's men are all bending forward to hide a certain body part that is currently standing in attention. Some of them are covering their eyes, while others are currently bleeding by their nose due to intense stimulation.

'What is the source of this intense stimulation?' you ask?

The answer is the topless Astolfo.

"WHAT THE FREAKING HELL ARE YOU DOING ASTOLFO?!" roared Shiro while desperately trying to stop his nosebleed.

"I'm changing into my PE uniform. What about it?" Astoflo replied with a questioning look.

Astoflo then begins to take off his pants... The room turned into a bloodbath as most of the men of 3-W dies from excessive nosebleed.

"STOP! DAMN IT! STOP!" Shiro desperately screamed. " HAVE YOU NO SHAME?! AND WHAT IN GODS NAME ARE YOU DOING IN THE MEN'S CHANGING ROOM?!"

While many of them are self proclaimed perverts, they were raised by their parents to be respectable beings. As much as they want to see a naked Astoflo, their good upbringing says that it's bad to look at a naked girl's body, especially if she is innocently clueless.

"What are you talking about? We're all men here so -" Astolfo once again attempts to take of his pants, but is interrupted when the men of 3-W exploded in blood. "Oh my god! Are you guys alright?!"

In a desperate attempt to save what little sanity they have, all of 3-W's men dropped to their knees and begged for mercy.

"Astolfo, PLEASE CHANGE SOMEWHERE ELSE!" the entire class roared in unison.

"Huh? But why?" Astolfo asked in confusion.

"Girls should not expose themselves so willingly" roared Shiro.

"A woman's body is a temple! Dont let it get desecrated so easily" Zayd follows suite

"Men are more intrigued about something they dont see! Not the other way around!" even the big boob lover David is pleading like his life depended on it.

"But I'm a guy! There should be no pro-" said Astolfo but is interrupted when he saw the faces of 3-W.

Each and every one of them is crying tears of blood. In their eyes lies both the joy of seeing such a rare sight and the sorrow that they have to turn said sight away if they dont want to die in the hands of the disciplinary squad.

"""""HAVE MERCY! WE BEG OF YOU!"""""

"O-Okay... I'll change somewhere else then" said the overwhelmed Astolfo

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A few minutes later, all of the male students of 3-W were rushed into the infirmary due to blood loss

On that same day, the school began drawing up plans to make add a new gender to the bathrooms. Though it may not be implemented for a few weeks later, Tsukumihara Academy will be the first establishment in the world with 3 gender bathrooms: Male, Female and Astolfo.

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THE NEXT DAY

Fortune-telling is the practice of predicting information about a person's life. The scope of fortune-telling is in principle identical with the practice of divination. The difference is that divination is the term used for predictions considered part of a religious ritual, invoking deities or spirits, while the term fortune-telling implies a less serious or formal setting, even one of popular culture, where belief in occult workings behind the prediction is less prominent than the concept of suggestion, spiritual or practical advisory or affirmation.

At least that's what the teacher said.

Despite the festive mood of the White Day Festival, Shiro chose to attend a very unpopular special lecture on this world's Fortune Telling.

Back in his old world, Shiro firmly believes that fortune telling is a scam that only the fool of fools would fall for. The future is a possibility, not an absolute. Anyone who says otherwise is delusional at best, pitifully desperate at worst.

Unfortunately, Shiro was forced to accept Fortune Telling as a legitimate branch of magic thanks to it being an actual college course. While he still holds the subject in low regard, he might as learn a thing or two about it.

At the moment, he is listening attentively while the fat bald teacher explains with passion.

"Poor guy... I might be the very first person to ever attend his lectures" thought Shiro while pitying the man.

"Well then, that's the brief history of fortune telling." said the bald teacher. "Any questions Mr. Emiya?"

"Actually there is one thing that's been bothering me."

"Ho... Go ahead. I'll answer all of your questions to the best of my abilities." answered the teacher with glittering eyes.

"I'm actually still very skeptical on this whole predicting the future thing." asked Shiro. "How exactly can someone see the future?"

In response to Shiro's inquiry, the bald teacher laughs heartily.

"Ha ha ha. I see your misunderstanding the very basic concept of fortune telling." replied the teacher. "Before we enter into the deeper mechanics of viewing the future, I would like to clarify one important thing. The Future is a Possibility, not a Certainty."

"Ho... Are you saying that there is no such thing as an accurate prediction?" asked Shiro.

"Exactly." replied the teacher with a triumphant smile. "Us fortune tellers are masters of probability and statistics. By taking in the data provided by our clients, we can locate the most probable future that he/she will be arriving in."

"And how exactly do you do that?"

"This will take a while so make yourself comfortable." said the teacher as he starts writing a bunch of stuff on the board.

Shiro then realizes that Fortune Telling in this world is surprisingly complex.

The basics of Fortune Telling lies on one of the most common trait among heroic spirits. While Precognition is the ability to view the future, it is an advance form of the ability to feel the most favorable course of action in battle, namely Instinct.

By using one of many methods of gathering information about the subject (palm reading, tarot cards, etc), the fortune teller partially throws his/her consciousness into the future and presents the scene to the client like a movie. The actual mechanics on how they do that varies from person to person, thus remains a mystery to the common people.

At this point, the process becomes exceedingly confusing for modern science to comprehend. Based on the fortune tellers testimony, they blindly search the future the client desires to view with nothing but their instincts as guide.

"Once they feel like the fortune teller has the future that he are looking for, the level of difficulty gets taken up a couple of notches." said the teacher as he puff his breasts (man boobs). "Viewing the future is very very taxing. At average, a fortune teller burns through mana equivalent to a soldier in intense combat."

2 particular things affect the overall mana cost of viewing the future.

First is the natural mana resistance of the subject. In essence, viewing the future is a target spell similar to offensive spells, thus can be repelled by magic resistance. The higher the magic resistance of the person, the more mana it is required to puncture through that resistance. The more mana used also equates to a shorter viewing time of that person's future. At average, fortune tellers can hold a live video feed for about 5-10 minutes. They wouldn't even last 30 seconds to people with ridiculously high magic resistance (rank B and up.)

The second factor is the events that transpires on that particular future. Similar to the principles of electronic jamming, a chaotic event causes large amounts of mana to be dispersed into the surrounding atmosphere resulting in a blanket of interference. While the solution is more or less similar to puncturing the magic resistance, interference throws off the fortune teller from the event he wishes to view. Going through mana related interference requires large amounts of mana, hence limiting the duration of the live video feed even more.

"Do you understand now Mr. Emiya?" asked the teacher.

"Yeah... I guess I need to re-evaluate my views on the whole fortune telling business." replied Shiro as he nods in appreciation. " And to think I considered fortune telling as a scam and a bunch of crack pot nonsense."

"Ha ha ha! That's the spirit! Dont let logic and reason chain you down. Let your mind open to the the possibilities even if they are absurd!" the teacher laughed heartily. "Making believers out of skeptics is what makes my job oh so satisfying!"

Mind you, Shiro still has doubts about the whole thing, but the teacher presented solid scientific data and precise evidence that even forced his skepticism to desipate somewhat.

As if responsind to his thoughts, the teacher gives a radical suggestion.

"You know, you dont take my word for it. I suggest you try it for yourself, then you can judge based on experience."

Shiro sinks into deep thought for a couple of seconds.

"Hmm... Good point." said Shiro as he stands up. "I'll do exactly that. Thanks for the insightful lecture."

"No no no. It was my pleasure."

With one final wave, Shiro leaves the classroom to find a fortune teller... not knowing that the following events will shape the rest of his life.

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LUNCH TIME

TSUKUMIHARA ACADEMY

Victory (from Latin victoria) is a term, originally applied to warfare, given to success achieved in personal combat, after military operations in general or, by extension, in any competition. Success in a military campaign is considered a strategic victory, while the success in a military engagement is a tactical victory.

In terms of human emotion, victory is accompanied with strong feelings of elation, and in human behaviour is often accompanied with movements and poses paralleling threat display preceding the combat, associated with the excess endorphin built up preceding and during combat. Victory dances and victory cries similarly parallel war dances and war cries performed before the outbreak of physical violence

At this very moment in time, no one in the world can understand the meaning of victory better than than Jacqueline D. Ripper

Jack is currently performing different types of victory poses on top of a table in the middle of the under-renovation cafeteria. While it is down right humiliating to make Sailor Moon poses in public, the emotionless loli is too happy to give a damn. And the celebration isn't limited to her alone. If she looks around, she'll spot a few more people who are high as a kite in endorphin, and it's all thanks to The White Day festival

And ofcourse, there cant be winners if there are no losers.

Around her table sat a very pissed off Fujin Akiko, an poker face Masamune Date, a super otome mode Joan Arc, a surprisingly calm Deborah Lapidoth and a deep thinking Morgan Le Fay. While Jack expected them to gather here, there are 2 unexpected addition to the lineup: the desperately-trying-not-to-be-happy Xiao Qiao and the annoyed Gilgamesh Uruk (with a very entertained Enkidu behind her).

"Miss Ripper, please stop dancing on top of the table." said Debi as she gently tries to pull Jack of the table.

"Allow me to celebrate a few more seconds" replied Jack as she easily slithers out of Debi's hands.

Debi futility tries to grab Jack for a couple of seconds... until the ever calm Akiko loses her patiences sinks her fist into the poor table.

"~Ara ara. Celebration in excess can lead to... complications" Amu said with gentle smile unbefitting her violent action.

"Calm down Akiko. It's no use getting pissed off at this point" said Gilgamesh without hiding her annoyance.

"Ho... That's unexpected." Enkidu smirked, as if clearly getting a kick out of the whole situation. " And here I was expecting you to start shooting blades at everything you see. I now see you in a whole new light."

"The fortune tellers said that future isn't set in stone." replied Gilgamesh with calm and composure that she didn't have. " I doubt that prediction will come to pass"

"Said the girl who cried in joy after viewing her future" the crossdressing beauty counters with a devilish grin. "I bet the sight of your daughter-to-be was pure bli-"

Before Enkidu could complete his teasing, he runs for his life as a hailstorm of weapons hound his every step.

"ENKIDUUUUUUUUU!" roared the golden servant while hiding her embarrassment with rage.

"... Tsundere?..." thought Jack as Gil chases after Enkidu.

"*Sigh*... Putting those two aside, we are in an interesting predicament, are we not?" said Morgan Le Fay as she leans on Joan.

"Eh?! Ah... Y-yes" Joan barely replies, a clear sign that her head is somewhere else.

The group descends into silence as they review their predicament for the umpteenth time.

"E-Excuse me!" the new Commerce Xiao Qiao rips through the silence with her energetic personality. She then turns her attention to Jack. "My name is Xiao Qiao. I know this is the first time we've ever spoken to each other, but I hope we get along First Wife!"

The effect of Xiao's careless words were instant and devastating.

Akiko rips a portion of the table.

Amu slams her face into the same table.

Joan falls from her chair.

Debi has smoke spewing out of her ears.

Morgan bursts out laughing.

As for Jack, she takes Xiao's hand and shakes it.

"I think we'll get along perfectly" Jack replies with her usual emotionless voice.

The source of all this chaos lies within the prediction they shared earlier. All of them had their fortunes told at separate times with different fortune tellers, yet they shared near identical visions of 20 years into their future.

... And in that short 5 minute view of the future, Jacqueline D. Ripper is victorious.

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20 YEARS INTO THE FUTURE

A CERTAIN JAPANESSE STYLE MANSION

JACK'S POINT OF VIEW

In human context, a family is a group of people affiliated by consanguinity (by recognized birth), affinity (by marriage), or co-residence/shared consumption . Members of the immediate family may include a spouse, parent, brother and sister, and son and daughter. Members of the extended family may include grandparent, aunt, uncle, cousin, nephew and niece, or sibling-in-law. In most societies the family is the principal institution for the socialization of children.

One of the primary functions of the family is to produce and reproduce persons, biologically and/or socially. This can occur through the sharing of material substances (such as food); the giving and receiving of care and nurture (nurture kinship); jural rights and obligations; and moral and sentimental ties. Thus, one's experience of one's family shifts over time. From the perspective of children, the family is a "family of orientation": the family serves to locate children socially and plays a major role in their enculturation and socialization. From the point of view of the parents, the family is a "family of procreation," the goal of which is to produce and enculturate and socialize children. However, producing children is not the only function of the family; in societies with a sexual division of labor, marriage, and the resulting relationship between two people, it is necessary for the formation of an economically productive household.

"Thank you Wikipedia" Jack thought as she readies her kitchen knife for the impending attack.

Speaking of Jack, the years have both been very kind (or very cruel) to her. Her hair now reaches her shoulders and her body has remained in tip top shape despite going through an experience that would normally ruin a woman's figure. On the down side her height has increased by a pitiful 3 inches over the span of 20 years. Her bust size didn't fare so well either as it stubbornly refuses to grow even a milimeter.

"Pettanko genes... How frightening the human hereditary mechanism is..."

While Jack was thinking of senseless topics, a 3 carrots and a potato is hurled at her at bullet speed.

"Not bad"

Before anyone could realize what happened, the vegetables are peeled and sliced in mid air. Not only that, the pieces were also sent flying into their respective basin 5 feet away. A lay person would suspect that Jack used some sort of telekenesis to perform such a feat. The truth is, Jack's knife simply moved to fast for anyone to percieve.

Satisfied with her knife work, Jack quickly grabs a potato and hurls it at her opponent.

"Oh cra-" said her opponent as he futily tries to copy her feat.

His hand moves in a blur but it was not fast enough to successfully peel the potato's skin, resulting in the potato disintegrating on the boys face.

"*sigh*... I just cant get the hang of it" said the boy as he massages his swollen forehead

"Every failure is a stepping stone to success" replying with her usual monotone voice, Jack whipes the potato remants off the boys face "I'll help you practice until you get the hang of it."

"Osu!" the boy replied lively

The child is about 12 years old with a solid build for his age. The child takes most of his physical appearance from his father aside from his pale complexion which came from Jack. While the child does take most of his personality from his father, his fighting style and overall combat logic is that of Jack.

His name is Emiya Kuro, Emiya Shiro's eldest child and Jack's very own son. He also happens to be the only male offspring from Shiro's harem.

But the most important fact of all is this: as the mother of the Shiro's first child, Jack is the head of Shiro's harem!

"It has been many years since my triump but the high never left me"

While Jack was prassing herself within her internal monologue, a finger pokes her side.

"UGYU!" said Jack in an uncharacteristicly loud voice

"Will you please stop toying with your food?" Shiro sighs.

"This is not food. This is an ingridie- UGYU!"

Once again, Shiro pokes Jack in the side, causing the white lolita assassin to flinch involuntarily.

Shiro turns his attention to Kuro and puts his hand over the boy's shoulder.

"Listen up kid. Food is the second most important resource to a human being." said Shiro in his usual overly serious manner. "Never EVER waste food... EVER."

Just as you'd expect from the son of Emiya Shiro, Kuro counters nonsense with equal levels of nonsense.

"Hmm...then what is the most important?" asked Kuro

"Obviously it's water." replied Shiro.

"Then what is the third most important resource?"

At this point, the father and son duo performs what they call the ability that only true men posses: communication through eye contact alone.

A few seconds later, Kuro bursts into exagerated tears.

"... I see... Now I understand!" Kuro looks at Shiro with eyes of an enlightened monk. "To think such an important life lesson has always been in the internet all along... You really are amazing father!"

"No I'm not Kuro. This knowledge is something my father passed on to me." Shiro lets go of Kuro and points to the table. "Now that you know this secret, your path as a real man has begun! As for your first trial... Prepare for breakfast!"

"Osu!" like a religious fanatic, Kuro dashes to the nearest cupboard and hastily prepares the plates.

"Poor boy... He didnt even know that he was manipulated..." Jack thought as she happily watched her son work.

Suddenly, Jack gets dragged by her collar.

"As for you, you promised to help me and Debi with breakfast" said Shiro. "I suggest you stop playing around and do it."

"Dont be so harsh on Jack Shiro. Playing with her child is also important job of a parent" said the pink haired lolita while she watched over the stove.

"Pettanko Alliance" Jack gives Debi a thumbs up, causing the pink haired loli to laugh.

Before Shiro do his usual retort, an avalanche of noisy children enters the room.

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BACK TO THE PRESENT

TSUKUMIHARA ACADEMY EMPTY HALLWAY

Jealousy is an emotion, and the word typically refers to the negative thoughts and feelings of insecurity, fear, and anxiety over an anticipated loss of something of great personal value, particularly in reference to a human connection. Jealousy often consists of a combination of emotions such as anger, resentment, inadequacy, helplessness and disgust. In its original meaning, jealousy is distinct from envy, though the two terms have popularly become synonymous in the English language, with jealousy now also taking on the definition originally used for envy alone

Shiro finds one particular type of jealousy is the most tiresome to deal with... And that is Romatic Jealousy.

"DIE EMIYA SHIRO!" roared Gilles De Rias as he sets his starfish minions on Shiro

"Why do you look at me with such murderous eyes Mein Freund?!" said Shiro as he runs through the school with all of his might.

"Shut it! I'm gonna murder you! I'll rip you limb from limb!" Gilles De Rias replied with a voice of pure murderous intent.

Mind you, Shiro could turn Gilles into mince meat in 5 seconds flat if he went all out. Unfortunately, Shiro considers Gilles as a mentor and a dear friend, thus forced to make like a banana and split.

"And here I was having a new found respect for the arts of fortune telling..." thought Shiro as he puts more power to his legs. "Client confidentiality my ass!"

An hour or so earlier, Shiro was convinced by the seminar he attended to give fortune telling a try. He chose a random fortune teller, stood in line and eventually reached his turn... Then everything went south.

The second the fortune teller clarified Shiro's identity, he smashed Shiro's nose in and roared...

"You cocky bastard! You think you're some kind of hot shot just because you have a harem?!"

After a few seconds of silence, the crowd erupted into cheers and curses. While uncommon in the past, modern day harems are incredibly rare due to the increased occurrence of internal strife. More often than not, majority of potential harems never come into completion due to the First Servant Rule. The ones that do succeed in the initial stages are so few that they are nearly nonexistent

Naturally Shiro was confused by the sudden assault on his nose ( which didn't really hurt that much), but his bewilderment changed to horror when the enrange seer announced the women under his future harem. While some names were familiar and some were unexpected, Joan Arc's name made certain that Shiro is on the express lane to hell.

By some sinister plot by fate, Gilles De Rias just happened to be present when the fortune teller decided to slug Shiro in the face.

After the initial shock, Gilles led Shiro into an empty hallway and then... Well... Let's just say Shiro bore witness to one of the saddest events in human history. Gilles cried his heart out while doing a painfully long flashback on his unrequited love.

With a story that's 10% sad and 90% boring, Shiro dozed off at some point which earned the wrath of Gilles De Rias. And that's how they ended up in this situation.

"STOP RUNNING DAMN IT!" roared Gilles as he rides the massive torrent of starfish creatures.

"Seriously, does he really think that I'll stop just because he tells me to?" thought Shiro.

Shiro keeps running until he reaches he reaches the stairs. From that point, Shiro's escape became a cake walk thanks to the large crowd of fortune telling customers. As vengeful as Gilles De Rias may be, he knows that he'll be digging his own grave if he causes any harm to the bystanders.

"I dont know what the fortune tellers saw, but it's giving me a headache." thought Shiro without even hiding his elation.

How could he be not happy? Though the future is still not set in stone, the news that he has successfully created his harem is a big morale boost. While he knows nothing about the details, he does know the names of his future haremittes.

"Fu fu fu... I'm so awesome. I dont know how I did it, but I'm just plain old awesome!" Shiro pumps his fist in celebration. "But for now, I need to get myself some info. If only I can find a fortune teller that wont bash me in the face..."

For the next 30 minutes, Shiro walked around the campus in search of a willing fortuneteller. Unfortunately, the fortune tellers were divided into 2 types: the ones that have too many customers and the ones who showed Shiro open hostility.

"*sigh*... Harem making is not all rainbows and sunshines..." Shiro goes into deep thought.

While thinking of other possible solutions to his predicament, a voice of an old woman snaps him back into reality.

"Welcome. Would you like to give it a try?"

"Eh?"

Shiro finally takes a look at his surroundings. He is in an unfamiliar hallway with no windows, no rooms and no way out aside from where he came in. In front of him is an old woman who dons a black outfit akin to a mourning dress. She sits behind a table with your standard issue fortune telling kit comprising of a crystal ball, tarot cards and candles.

While he cant recall when and how he got to his current location, he has a feeling that he was led here by the invisible hands of fate. If his abnormally long life had taught him anything, it is that these kinds of events could change his life for better or for worse.

"Well, might as well go for it."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Emiya Shiro" said Shiro.

"Oh... Manners. How rare is that in this day and age." the old lady replied with a chuckle. " As for my name... Well... I'm not entirely sure anymore."

"hmm... Amnesia?" asked Shiro

"Ha ha ha not really. Lets just say that I've lived way beyond the time god given to me "

"Then what should I call you? We cant have a decent exchange if I dont know your name right?"

"Good point. Let me think for a bit..." The old fortune teller mussed for a couple of seconds. "I was once called the Mother of Mifune a while back. I guess we can use that one."

"Mother or Mifune?"

"Either one is fine." said the old fortune teller as she readies her crystal ball. "Before we get started, I just like to inform you on what to expect."

"Okay"

"Once our vision session begins, both of us will be spectators and nothing more" said Mother. "We wont be able to speak, think, walk or interact with anything within that realm. In laymans terms, we become slaves to that vision until it ends. Understand?"

"Thats kinda scary if you put it that way" said Shiro as his resolve falters a bit.

"I dont like to sugar coat a very serious topic, my friend. Fortune telling is just as cut throat as the stock market" Mother said in a joking tone. "Well then, shall we begin?"

"Lets."

Shiro gazes into the crystal ball and a second later, his consciousness fades.

-:-

X YEARS INTO THE FUTURE(?)

A CERTAIN BURNING CITY

UNKOWN LOCATION

Destiny or Fate is a predetermined course of events. It may be conceived as a predetermined future, whether in general or of an individual. It is a concept based on the belief that there is a fixed natural order to the cosmos.

Although often used interchangeably, the words "fate" and "destiny" have distinct connotations.

Traditional usage defines fate as a power or agency that predetermines and orders the course of events. Fate defines events as ordered or "inevitable" and unavoidable. Classical and European mythology features three goddesses dispensing fate, known as Moirai in Greek mythology, as Parcae in Roman mythology, and as Norns in Norse mythology. They determine the events of the world through the mystic spinning of threads that represent individual human fates. In Islam, fate or qadar is the decree of Allah.

Destinyis used with regard to the finality of events as they have worked themselves out; and to that same sense of "destination", projected into the future to become the flow of events as they will work themselves out.

The earth shook as two figures clash within the burning city.

I am the bone of my sword...

One of them is a black haired man with red eyes and a lean build. This man is currently residing in a massive 20 foot machine shaped like a samurai warrior which is named. This man is named Susanoo, the leader of the Science-only side of the great war.

Steel is my body and fire is my blood...

The other one is Emiya Shiro who dons the blood red battle armor TYPE-00F TAKEMIKAZUCHI. While Shiro wouldn't stand a chance against the massive mechanical monster even with the UBW's full power, Amaterasu's Type-00 battle armor allows him to fight it into a stalemate.

I have created over a thousand blades...

At the moment Shiro continuously weaves through the many buildings of the burning metropolis in a desperate attempt to survive the endless barrage of rockets, machine guns, cannons and (for reasons Shiro cant comprehend) heat seeking boomerangs

Unaware of loss, Nor aware of gain...

Unlike Susanoo's war machine, the Type-00 is made as a mana amplifier thus cant take a lot of abuse. If Shiro's estimates are correct, his armor can last about 5 seconds max under Susanoo's concentrated fire. In short, he's dead if he gets hit.

Withstood pain to create weapons, waiting for one's arrival...

"What's wrong Futsunushi? Are you just going to just run around like the rat that you are?!" roared Susanoo in frustration.

"*sigh*... No one calls me by my real name anymore..."

No one can really blame him though, seeing how Shiro has done nothing but run ever since the battle began. But then again, who would NOT run if they were to face Susanoo's super mecha samurai of doom.

I have no regrets. This is the only path...

While tempted to go all out, Shiro decides to stop at the 2nd to the last line of his chant. Unlike UBW v3, the Type-00F powered UBW is so great that it has done near irreparable damage to the world.

If anything, it is comparable to a nuclear bomb where the earth is saturated with dangerous amounts of radiation, thus making life within those zones very hard.

"Well, I guess he'll just have to be satisfied with this."

He begins tracing the most powerful weapons he could possibly create... Himself.

6 identical clones suddenly appear near Shiro. Though he calls them clones, they possesses all of his powers, skills and combat logic.

"Well then, it's time for you to meet your fate" thought Shiro as he and his clones spread out and begins Susanoo's demise.

To Susanoo, he believes that his destiny is to rule the world.

To Emiya Shiro, the opponents fate is to die by his hands.

-:-

BACK TO THE PRESENT

As both Mother of Mifune and Emiya Shiro's consciousness return to the present, neither can utter a single word.

And how could they?

They just saw something so unrealistic that... Well... Its just unreal.

After a few seconds of silence, Shiro speaks the phrase of the day.

"What the hell did I just see?!"

-:-