Prompt: "Better request: Shirou summons Hans Anderson. Both compare art and creativity. Bro moment." — Aberron
Shirou fished a crumpled paper from the trash, unfurling it only to find that he obviously couldn't read it. The Germanic script was rough, looking more like scratch marks made with ink than an actual language. It had joined 6 of its brethren in the study's garbage, and as he moved his gaze from the paper to the pen that had written on it, he considered his Servant.
"Are you going to stare all day or do you have something to say?" Caster asked without looking up from his writing.
"What's wrong with this?" Shirou gestured with the trashed paper.
"The prose is faulty," said Caster, "the grammar poor, the characters flat, and—" He stopped and frowned. "It is a failure, through and through, better used as kindling than as literature."
"You've been struggling a lot," Shirou commented, leaning on the wall.
"You leave me no choice." He out down the pen and turned to Shirou, crossing his arms. "You cannot win the war as you are now. This is our only effective weapon at the moment. I will write a story to empower us to to win."
"And it's not going well?"
A sardonic smile stretched over the Caster's face.
"You are a very challenging protagonist to justify empowering."