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Chapter 3: Lottery of Murder (2)

Waking up proved to be much easier than I thought it to be yesterday.

Once I had returned to my little flat, I spared just an hour to make myself a quick dinner, eat it and then go to sleep early.

Confusion and tiredness had played a major role to get me hauled right on bed, ignoring the fact that, while Assassin was in his 'Astral form', he was still in my proximity and staring at me.

It was creepy, but I was glad that when I sprung myself back to life after a ten hour nap that the Servant had done nothing.

This very detail was also odd and creepy, but not as bad as the possibility of finding myself waking up at the sound and smell of a big fire burning my home.

I spent just five minutes lying on my bed before actually starting the day, my mind slowly getting a recollection of what had happened during that crazy night and what was I supposed to do with Assassin.

Once I was out of bed, I decided to bid him a curt 'good morning' and it was returned with a duller version of mine.

I went to ignore the inherent gloom coming from the masked figure, deciding to go quick through some early bathroom routine to get myself clean and ready for school.

One of the few things that I couldn't afford to do right now was skipping any class, especially with the kind of conflict I was now forced to deal with.

This Holy Grail War was no joke, especially since the rest of competitors were supposed to be this kind of magical people.

These Magi, individuals capable of using spells and that were sure going to make my life a living nightmare if I didn't prepare myself with proper equipment, mindset and contingencies.

Once I was done with the usual routine, I decided to not invest myself over the idea of a glove, opting for something a little less suspicious like some bandages wrapped around the hand with the glowing-red tattoo.

Breakfast was prepared quickly, just a some toasts with chocolate cream applied on their surfaces, and soon I was out of my flat with the Servant still in his Astral form.

Do you think we might encounter some trouble during daytime?

I mean, it would be troublesome if I ended up dealing with some crazies in broad daylight and I certainly didn't want to screw my anonymity so suddenly.

It's unusual, but the Grail is known to select unique individuals. I wouldn't put it past the device that at least one of the other Masters will be either unhinged or prone to insane developments.

Okay, crazies are a thing. Got it.

I huffed, making my way through the barely-crowded streets of Fuyuki as I prepared myself to face quite the different day at school.

I wasn't going to ignore the fact that, while it was a slim possibility, there was a high chance that one or two Masters might be as well have infiltrated the school already and maybe set up some traps for the other players in this War.

Plus I had to explain to some annoying people why I had some bandages on my good hand.

Some will worry uselessly, some will nag for more details but the reply will always be the same.

'I slammed my fist on the fridge a little too hard while trying to kill a fly.'

Not the brightest excuse, but mundane enough with the proper tone to make it pass as the truth to the students at Homurahara.

I proceeded to pass through the open gates of the institute, pacing moderately towards the main building's entrance while glancing around with a distracted stare.

I had to keep moving while also keeping an eye for any irritations coming my way this early.

It was just… too early.

I bit down a sigh of relief when I noticed very few people wandering the halls, only a handful of students minding their own business and mostly preparing for the soon-to-begin lessons.

But I wasn't interested in class, or at least not as 'much' as usual.

So you don't feel anyone here had set up no traps around?

As of now I've detected no Servants in the area, nor I can feel any signs of this kind of magecraft having been used recently.

So... we cool?

...We cool, Master.

I sighed in relief, starting to enjoy the fact that I hadn't to brace myself for any little trap ahead of me.

Now it was just time to go through my usual morning plan for the kind of occasion by picking all the proper paths that directly avoided making contacts with the kind of people I was trying to avoid the most.

It was still far too early to see Taiga wandering around, but it was just best to avoid dealing with any surprises from her part.

A few minutes passed smoothly, and I finally found myself easing up even more when I spotted Monk-boy himself walking in one of the distant corridors, seemingly busy by dealing with some Class President's stuff he was so prideful about.

A small grin appeared on my face as the bespectacled stick in the mud was the worst of the threats to find myself dealing right now as I was fairly certain that the Emiya was buzzing around somewhere near where the Archery club class was.

It was his little club, a place that I had long avoided for the sake of not dealing with a pincer maneuver made up by the redhead and the teacher with criminal-ties.

But just as I thought that things were actually going to be smooth for me to face without having to literally turn into a paranoid guy, here came Assassin's alarm.

Master, there is someone that is staring at you several meters behind you. He is a red-haired young man donning the school's uniform.

I tensed briefly, paling at who was following me.

Why is he actively searching for me? I thought I had been fairly fine to leave me alone yesterday.

I couldn't waste too much in pondering over the reasons driving such an irritating idiot from seeking to maybe have a 'talk' with me.

I didn't need it, especially with how dangerous things are right now.

Without bothering to turn around and properly check if it was really Shirou or someone that had red-hair (a strange case, but not truly impossible considering how many redheads are wandering the school), I continued for my merry way with a quicker pace, trying to appear as unaware as possible of the little pursuit that was happening away from public eye.

How much far is he from me right now?

He is reducing the distance quickly, I think you should take a pattern with numerous corners.

I nodded, taking a swift turn and proceeding to push a little more energy in my legs.

I was now power-walking, swiftly and steadily, but I still kept myself from appearing actually panicking or even distressed as to gain the least kind of attention possible from the other students.

Still, why are you avoiding him? I would have thought that you didn't have any enemy at your school.

Oh, I don't. It's just that certain circumstances led me to have quite the problematic trouble in the form of the individual currently chasing me.

Truly? Must be quite the 'irritation' to get you this much active in the morning.

I bit down a huff at the little jab coming from the Servant, but my attention was all directed at the mere fact that I was slowly starting to get away from the classroom I was supposed to be going inside to and that I was running in hallways of the school that were going to be less-crowded compared to right now.

I finally increased the pace a little more, this time growing a little bit desperate as I needed to find the best hiding spot where I can stop this chase and return to the classroom I was supposed to go in less than ten minutes from now.

He is kind of a stalker. He isn't that bad, but he is making his effort to mess up with my own life.

Is that so?

Yeah. Now, while I would like to keep entertaining this discussion, I kind of have to find a place where to hide and-

The classroom by the corner on the left, now.

Without hesitation, I rushed towards the place selected by Assassin and I almost jumped inside, quickly closing the door behind me.

I stared for a while at the only barrier that divided me from dealing with Shirou, the moment of the truth stretching far more than a few seconds.

Yet as I waited silently, trying to see if the boy was going to come inside after maybe somehow noticing me entering the place or not, I felt a finger poke twice at my left shoulder and forcing me to tense up in minor panic.

Assassin, tell me that whoever it is behind is a girl and is naked.

The invisible Servant hummed quietly.

Girls, yes. Naked, no.

Goddammit.

Disappointed and relieved that I wasn't going to be pummeled to death in that impossible-to-happen animesque scene, I slowly turned around only to find myself facing two girls I was very familiar with.

A confused Sakura Matou blinked quietly as she stared at my ruffled uniform and my winded state.

She was holding what looked to be a stack of documents and-

Two bright-blue orbs were now staring furiously into my own eyes and I felt a headache suddenly approaching my poor brain.

"Graham," A certain twin-tailed girl greeted me coldly.

"Tohsaka," I returned with a lazier and informal manner, drawing a frown out of the annoyed modelt student.

We continued what seemed to be a silent game for a few moments before the twin-tailed girl ceased this with a huff.

"Are you trying to pester me again with your pranks, Graham, because I've other things to do other than dealing with some childish idiot."

Oh, classy Tohsaka, trying to win a battle she has already lost. What a saddening sight.

"As if I want to be near your boring self, you egocentric brat," I scoffed with a disdainful tone, causing Rin to look murderous for a moment. "I am just trying to deal with issues way beyond your 'important' self."

"Egocentric brat?!" She shot back with a snarl. "That's rich from the lazy dumbhead that almost blew the entire class up during the first lesson of chemistry."

Now I remembered why I despised being in the presence of the Tohsaka, she was just as unnerving as she had been from the very beginning of our knowledge of each other.

I could still remember the tinier but bitchier version of the prick before me, and I wouldn't be lying in saying that nothing truly changed about her.

Still the same arrogant girl that had been pestering me for an apology for 'trying to kill her' even now that it's been almost four years of knowing each other.

"At least I'm not begging from the priest for pocket money," I mentioned with a giddy hum. "So, still eager to take money from Kirei?"

She snarled again at this sad and quite sore part of her current life, something that I had learned without even digging for too much dirt about her.

Kirei had been almost too eager to tell me about the fact that Rin was under his care after her parents passed away and that he controlled the finances of her family until she reached adulthood.

"You work for that very priest!" Rin rebuked furiously, almost turning in a tomato with how much red she was turning on her face.

"He asked me to work for him," I retorted with a smug smirk. "Plus I work to earn my money by doing chores around that creepy church of his. Things you should be asking to do because you are a good, model stude-Gah, you bitch!"

My hands rushed to massage my poor shin as the girl retracted her leg after delivering that sudden kick.

"Y-You insufferable moron. I h-hate you!"

Then she stormed out of the room, slamming the door close behind her and returning some blessed silence in that room.

I groaned in pain as my suffering lasted a few more moments but, much to my relief, the agony dissolved fairly quicker than I thought it to.

Just as the pain faded out of my system, I turned my attention back to the other student in the room that was now staring at me with a mix of concern and curiosity.

Sakura had placed the stack of documents on a cabinet nearby, listening to the heated exchange between me and the Tohsaka with utter silence.

"A-Are you okay, senpai?"

I nodded slowly, a small grin visible on my face as I continued to fight off the leftover of the cruel strike I was subjected to.

"Just a little itchy, Sakura-san. Nothing to worry about," I assured her, causing her to give out a tiny smile before nodding. "But I need to ask, did Tohsaka bully you to do her duties or-"

"O-Oh, no," She stuttered while giving a quick glance at the files. "T-those are documents regarding the Archery club t-that Taiga-san wanted me to put in the right compartments and..."

"That tsundere perhaps bumped on you and caused the papers to fall on the ground?"

The plum-haired girl blinked in shock at my deduction, surprised by how accurate it was over her predicament.

"This is not the first time she cause this kind of issues," I explained with a huff. "That brat is an incredible klutz and we have headbutted more than once over her distracted walks."

"T-That is not nice... Rin-senpai was helping me and-"

"Sakura-san."

The young girl paused her explanation, her mouth closed in silent self-disappointment but surprise as I sighed tiredly.

"Rin was just fixing her mistakes and there is no need to explain anything. I think she is old enough to do the whole proper explanation instead of having others do it for herself," I replied with a calm tone. "Plus I wasn't truly badmouthing her if it is truly that recurring. I can tell you that it is."

She looked pensive about my words, an unknown glint momentarily flashing from her eyes, but then she nodded.

Just as I prepared myself to venture outside the classroom and reach the one I was supposed to go by to begin lesson, Sakura decided to speak again.

"S-Sean-senpai, why don't you join the club?" The girl inquired with little stutter this time. "I've heard that Taiga-san had already invited you last year and that-"

"There is no need to make this kind of conversation now, Sakura-san," I interrupted with a little hint of annoyance. "While I can appreciate the fact that you are putting a big effort in making Shirou happy with your kind and altruistic behavior, I can tell you that it will not work with me. Sorry."

..."W-What?"

I sighed, this sure was going to be a difficult conversation now.

"I know that you are infatuated with Emiya, Sakura-san," I properly explained, the girl close to intervene but I was quick enough to continue the speech. "There is no shame in admitting that you are feeling attracted to the perfect husband material."

Sakura blushed at the final bit and her protests died by her lips as she tried to grasp the complications that this discussion was going to bring to herself if it continued.

"As much as it might seems wrong and quite disheartening to hear," I resumed with a hint of sadness. "I hope you manage pull out from this situation way before the worst truly happens."

The plum-haired girl paused and frowned.

"What do you mean? Shirou-senpai is nice, hard-working and-"

"Broken. He is broken."

Violet eyes glowed in a confused light at that strange adjective but I continued my little rant.

"I had been unconscious during the Great Fire but Shirou watched as the world burned around him," I revealed with a serious voice. "He saw death taking everyone but his, he saw his family died and this got him to develop some nasty survivor's guilt."

"B-But it wasn't his fault," Sakura blurted, catching my attention at the passionate tone she used regarding the stupid teen.

Of course a love-stricken girl would be so stubborn about the matter… but then again everyone had their means to deal with discoveries of this caliber.

"He has been told that it isn't his fault that he lived through that hell, yet he continued to believe himself responsible by surviving that disaster," I muttered, my voice growing a little dark. "It didn't help when that blasted old man of his gave him the 'Hero of Justice' idea to pursue before kicking the bucket."

As I finished that sentence, I felt a curious tug to my body, yet I couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from exactly.

"Taiga-san... has said something about this last year but- but I didn't thought it was so bad."

"That's because he is quite good at hiding it behind the whole 'protagonist' mask," I explained blankly. "He is afraid of being belittled for this childish mentality about life itself. He is in a burning train and those who befriends him and don't help him are going to crash onto the hard surface that is reality itself."

The girl gave a slow nod, a small smile appearing in her face despite my serious warning.

And then… she spoke again.

"Then I shall save, Shirou-senpai."

I blinked at that determined proclamation, surprised by the energy the girl had mustered just for those words but in the end merely shrugged at her.

"That's fine if you can do it, Sakura-san."

She paused, a curious expression painted in her face.

"If?"

"Yeah, it's not like you have showed much, Sakura," I admitted while shaking my head. "And I don't think that you can do it-"

"Then I will prove it to you, senpai. I shall prove that I will save Shirou-senpai."

For some reason, her voice had turned sterner and somehow also creepy enough that I felt multiple shivers going down my spine.

Something was wrong with that sweet-looking girl but… maybe it was the sudden seriousness on her face.

It had to be just that.

"Sure thing," I mused quietly. "Then I suppose I can pray for you to have some good luck about that."

As this discussion came to a halt, I decided to leave that room and reach where the classroom was before I got there far too late.

I managed to reach it and avoid interacting with Shirou for some time.

A few hours later and two lessons in, I sighed at the pause between subjects to think about Sakura and her curious promise.

I was surprised by her notion of making a 'true effort' about her affection directed at Shirou, but soon enough I was proven that there might have been some reason to find that promise actually creepy and unnerving.

I was about to shrug it off as a stupid gut feeling and I was preparing to deal with Chemistry when Taiga entered the classroom with a somber look.

"Today a student was put in extreme danger as someone had gone to push him down the stairs," The woman explained loudly enough for every student in the room to hear. "All classes are dismissed today, school will resume tomorrow and an investigation is planned to take action very soon."

I was confused, because it was something quite unheard of to hear a quick end of the lessons but then again it was quite rare for an episode of violence of this degree.

It would take about a few more minutes after packing up and pacing out of the room that I discovered the victim's name.

Which caused me to grin a little at the curious development, but also pale at the fact there was something of a proof that might have connected a certain plum-haired girl to the case.

Despite my early thoughts about Assassin's explanation over the Church's state of neutrality during the event that was the Holy Grail War, I was still supposed to go and work there.

There was still some hesitation to see Gilgamesh as someone of a Master, or even as a vice to Kotomine, but I still had to keep up with my façade, at least until tomorrow where things will get spicier.

During my walk right to the building, I found myself musing quietly with Assassin, trying to make sense about the whole 'Sakura trouble'.

Somehow, I don't feel surprised that she might have been the one responsible for tripping him.

To see such an innocent girl doing something so terrible to her kin is absurd.

Oh Assassin, if only I had you met Shinji. That shit-stain warranted more than falling down a staircase.

That sounds unfairly cruel, Master.

Assassin, I don't want to sound like a monster or anything, but Shinji is possibly the most annoying guy in the school for his own attitude and actions. And that an understatement since I am considering Emiya in the equation too.

...

I sighed at latest silence from Assassin and I was about to continue this discussion with more pressure, but then I realized that I had arrived by the entrance of the holy site and I found a... smiling Kirei Kotomine standing there patiently.

"Welcome to the Church, Sean Graham, Master of Assassin," He started with a mirthful tone. "I, Kirei Kotomine, recognize you as the last candidate to take part at the Fifth Holy Grail War."

From behind him, a familiar blond walked past the priest and started to make steps towards me.

Assassin materialized, a knife in his hand and ready to engage the Golden Moron.

"Master, be careful," The Servant warned with a hint of nervousness, enough to make me look at the approaching young man with suspicion.

"Mongrel, you should leash your mutt," Gil said with an annoyed voice. "I am half-tempted to deal with this cancerous stain myself instead of letting him spread his filth around with his mere existence."

"Only if you do the same with your ugly attitude, Goldie."

We both shared a quiet grin with each other, trying to establish our usual conversational means, and then he continued.

"I thought you to be more intelligence to engage against something stronger than you, Graham-kun," Kirei commented with a sigh.

The words of the priest left me with some confusion, but Gilgamesh replied to this with a quick laugh.

"Yes, mongrel," He explained with minor glee. "From the very beginning you have been in the presence of the King of Heroes, the King of Uruk and Babylonia."

"Is this a way to try and excuse your bitching?" My rapid fire comment surprised the red-eyed Gilgamesh, whom merely smiled zealously at my determination.

"You should be feeling lucky that I have yet considered the chance of destroying your pathetic self, mongrel," The blond retorted with a sigh. "And I'm still hoping you will entertain me until the very end of your miserable life."

I frowned at this but merely shrugged, instead I decided to probe for something that I was still unsure about.

"So... how are you still around?"

…

"Excuse you, mongrel?"

"I'm quite sure that you have been around for more than two years, and I know from Assassin that Servants can't be summoned so early on for the War," I expanded on my question. "It's possible you are from the Fourth War, maybe the Third, but how exactly you are still walking around is something I'm missing."

The smile was rekindled by the explanation, some kind of eagerness building up behind his eyes.

"That is a curious secret, cur, and the only way I will reveal it is if you merely submit to-"

"Nah, don't care anymore then."

...

"What are you talking about?" Gilgamesh asked quietly.

"If you are already trying to bribe me out of the competition, I can assure you that I am not willing to surrender,"

"Is that so?" The King asked amused by the whole situation. "Then please fight your foes to your best, overcome the challenges of this wrongful war. I want to see if you are truly worth my attention."

…

"Gil, you are so being the Vegeta to my Goku-"

"Shut up, mongrel! And go pester someone else, I need to return to my duties."

He call playing with videogames 'duties'. He is quite bratty, like Tohsaka.

...Indeed.

It was surprising to see the collected Servant that much on the edge by merely standing in front of Goldie- Gilgamesh...

Was it something that just Servants could feel?

"For the duration of the War, Graham-kun, your part-time work is sadly going to be postponed until further notice. I hope you understand and I bid you a good day."

"N-No wait, I need the money to-!"

The door closed, leaving me jobless and confused but-

The door reopened just a little, the priest's head peeking out with a smug expression.

"I also wanted you to have you know that I might have explained to my student that you have been chosen to be in the Holy Grail War and which Servant you might have. Have a good day~."

The door closed one last time, but I continued to burn glares at it for a little while before actually marching away from the building.

It will be difficult to find a new job, but maybe we could try something once we beat one of the Masters.

While I would have advised for you to pick a newer hideout, I suppose you consider your home safe enough to wage the War.

It's comfy enough, plus only a few know where I truly live… but I think the issue might be another one.

And that is?

We need to make some shopping. I need your advice to pick up the best equipment to make this a 'proper war'.

I will offer as much counsel as possible, Master.

Good and now…

Let's go for a shopping spree!

AN

In just a single day, Sean was capable of getting Sakura to become more vicious, to have Kotomine cut his income and to have Tohsaka now in his enemy list.

What a nice day to live in that world!

Fun Fact 3: Sean loves explosions.

Fun Fact 4: He is actually a softie with a super-tough shell around himself. What a good boi.

Also- [ZA WARUDO: OVER CHAPTERU OMAKE!]

Omake 1: Summoning Issue (Emiya Combo 1)

Suggested by: Tazamz

But just as my frightened thoughts domineered my mind over the predicament, something else happened just mere moments later.

It all stopped, the light and the noises.

Darkness fell once more in the room and, as I opened my eyes to try and gauge the circumstance about what the heck had just happened, I found myself going tense at presence of numerous people all at once.

The first one that I noticed was the close-up of a fairly tall and intimidating masked man.

He was wearing a red cloak and some armored clothes that looked to be a mix of medieval chairmail and modern combat clothes.

In contrast to his dark theme, I found my eyes burning a little as I turned to look at the woman standing beside this figure and… I was stunned by her beauty.

Mesmerizing red eyes that were kindly directing trust towards my way, her white hair matching well with the oddly-religious undertone of her pure-white dress.

She does look familiar…

Just as I concluded studying the second intruder, my attention was drawn to some noise still happening behind the two and soon even these two adults were looking at what was going on behind themselves.

Two semi-identical girls trying to unwrap themselves from each other from their awkward positioning, the task appearing incredibly comical from the way the two were tangled with one another.

These two… why do both of them look so…

"Servants Assassin, Caster, Archer, and Caster heeding your call, Master," The woman ultimately proclaimed with a mirthful tone. "By the way, what's your name, young one?"

I gulped nervously at the sudden question, but I managed to reply just fine.

"S-Sean, Sean Graham, ma'am."

The lady's smile widened at the response.

"Sean-kun, I suppose you are not well-versed in this kind of summoning… and I can say for sure that you don't seem aware of what is going on," She continued politely and kindly.

A reply was a must now, especially with how beautiful and-

…

I think the masked figure is somehow connected to the woman, or else I couldn't explain why he was glaring at me so intensively.

"I don't… know what is going on, ma'am."

"Oh, call me Iri," The woman replied promptly. "This grumpy man here is my husband Kerry-kun and… the two lovely girls over there are Kuro-tan and Illya-tan."

I paused a moment as she introduced the two young girls that were now done with the tangled issue and were standing close to the two adults.

"Hi, I'm Illya," The white-haired red-eyed girl said with a slightly-nervous look.

She just looked like… the other Illya I was aware about. Maybe a little more older-looking and… less doll-like.

Just as I turned my attention to the tan-skinned girl, I felt her rush to wrap her arms around my waist, staring up while pressing her chin on my chest.

I was surprised by her unique light-shade of pink that her hair was and the bright yellow-pink eyes.

"I'm Kuro-chan, Onii-chan~."

…

"You are not hitting on me, are you?" I asked slowly, the little flirtatious stare that the girl was giving me now sending me some bad vibes.

"What if I was~?"

"K-Kuro- Stop creating issues to Master!" Illya exclaimed panicking, her face sporting a burning blush on her cheek at the shameless display and words.

Even worse, I was being called Master!

One thing was being called Oniichan, that was actually acceptable and-

"I suppose you wish some answers to your question," The masked figure finally spoke, still looking tense as he glanced around the storehouse. "But first I think it's best we get moving outside of this place."

...But why would it be needed? If they were good people then-

"This place is meant to be a place for neutrality and our presence right now is disrupting its true role," Iri added with a mindful tone, glancing in confusion at her husband as the man crossed his arms close to his chest. "While I understand that you might find this to be quite sudden and fairly suspicious, I can promise you that we mean no harm and that we just want to make sure you are safe and sound."

I blinked, a little touched by the genuine wave of concern coming from the lady's tone and… I nodded.

"I-I suppose I shall trust you all," I muttered uneasily. "F-For now, of course."

"I can promise to you too that we don't mean no harm, Master!" Illya jumped in with a twitchy smile, her own nervousness shining again to my attention and… I blinked.

"Actually… can I ask you something Illya?"

She blinked a little bit surprised by my words but nodded.

"Sure thing, Master!" She accepted and I nodded back.

"Your full name is perhaps… Illyasviel von Einzbern?"

…

Her eyes widened and her lips parted to show her surprise at the possibly-correct guess.

"How do you know about that, Oniichan?" Kuro inquired with a hint of confusion and interest, causing me to turn my sight on her.

"W-Well, yesterday I met someone that looked just like Illya but…" I paused for a moment, having realized just a few moments ago about the different proportions. "But the one I met was fairly younger than the one I'm speaking to right now."

"That's quite an interesting development for sure," The woman hummed with some fascination. "But it's prudent that we start to leave the Church, Sean-kun."

I realized that we had been standing there for some time now and I nodded with a hint of panic, leading the small family out of that storehouse and towards the backdoor of the building.

But just as we finally left the Church, I noticed that there was something pressing on my lower back and… squeezing.

I blinked as I noticed that both adults were standing on each of my sides and… there were two other individuals that I wasn't seeing from my perspective and only one that I knew that could have done that.

"Kuro-chan," I called quietly as I didn't need to catch neither Kirei's nor Gil's attention.

"Yes, Oniichan~?" The tanned girl returned with a questioning tone… behind a mountain of smug and giddiness.

"You should really stop that."

"Okay~," She replied with a purr.

The pressure over my butt ended and I knew that this was sure going to become the first day of something new and… incredibly mad.

What did I just unleash upon the world?

AN

The original suggestion was just another member of the Emiya family, but I decided to drop them all in (except any of the two EMIYA Archers) because why not.

Fun Fact 5: While Sean hates Kiritsugu, there is a chance that Sean would have actually been adopted if Irisviel had been around.

Fun Fact 6: EMIYA Assassin (both in the main story and in Omake) is amnesiac and not aware of his connection with Shirou and Sean, only that he shares the same surname as Shirou.

REVIEW Q&A!

SleepyKitten355: Sean has been living alone for a longer time. I can't give a proper age without entering in the complications of 'how is that even possible'. What I can say is that it was part of the content of his parents' last wills.

West: I changed his skills to best fit with the whole situation, I know that I removed Scapegoat (Replaced with Presence Concealment) and Magecraft (Independent Action), but the main reason is because he isn't truly the FGO's Assassin EMIYA.