Alright, I'm back. After this, I'm probably gonna work on Wish Upon a Star, and delete Be a Chef from my account. No offense to the people who like it, but I enjoyed the premise of Duality more and having three versions of the 'same' story would bother the hell out of me. I'm even considering deleting Duality at this very moment.

As for reviews…

Moon Ashura was confused over the Eight Precepts of Death and the Eight Bullets, specifically the names. The latter (The Eight Bullets) are Lieutenants in the former group (The Eight Precepts). The Eight Precepts is just a translation for the Shie Hassaikai. It's pretty simple, but I understand the confusion. Funnily enough, each Bullet matches up with an IRL Precept.

A Guest, Anon, basically noted that, should Shirou's supernatural weapons be revealed, it shouldn't just be retconned and ignored. Trust me, they won't be. But that's not happening yet.

Side note, my story surpassed Fate: Event Horizon, at least in Follows. Somehow. I thought that was impossible, but apparently not! If my story gets into the top five… I don't even know what I'm gonna do with my life at that point.

Now, on to the story!

Chapter 6: Demonstration

Naomasa flipped on the siren of his police cruiser, speeding down the streets of Musutafu. Several voices were coming out of the radio. At least a dozen other cruisers were ahead of him, several vans were behind him, and a handful of Pros were accompanying them. The officers on the other end of the radio weren't coming out very clearly, but one thing was very obvious to the department.

The Shie Hassaikai had re-emerged, and they managed to find Eri. No one had any idea how, and it didn't matter at this point. What did matter was keeping them from getting Eri back. Not only was leaving a young girl in the hands of a man like Overhaul against what the police stood for, but if Overhaul had perfected the bullets he was making, that would tear down the world order.

Specifically, five members of the Eight Bullets, Overhaul's direct subordinates, were sent to retrieve her. The Eight Bullets were the only ones to go with Overhaul when he went into hiding, alongside his Aide Chronostasis and his Director Mimic. Due to this fact, they most likely knew where Overhaul was hiding, and the locations of his other hideouts. Capturing them for interrogation was a top priority. Still, they were the more troublesome of the bunch. Naomasa thought back on the files they got on the Bullets.

Rikiya Katsukame. Quirk: Vitality Stealing. By making contact with another and breathing in, he can steal their stamina. This not only increased his own vitality, but also increased his size and strength. He had a habit of using Trigger to steal people's vitality at range. With him present, they couldn't make their attack force too large, or he might take all their stamina and take away any chance of victory. They hoped to bring along Ryukyu to subdue him, but she was unavailable, unfortunately.

Kendo Rappa. Quirk: Strongarm. Rappa could rotate and move his shoulders with far greater speed and strength than an average person. Getting information on him was probably the most difficult, strangely enough. Fatgum was available, so they were able to bring him along to hopefully counteract Strongarm.

Toya Setsuno. Quirk: Larceny. Setsuno could steal anything within his line of sight, including manifestations of other Quirks. The only downsides were that he needed to see the item to steal it, and he couldn't take anything large. At some point in his life, his lover left him with a large debt he couldn't pay off. He attempted suicide, but a hero saved him, and he fell into deeper despair. Overhaul extended a hand to him, and Setsuno joined. Flashbangs should be enough to deal with him.

Yu Hojo. Quirk: Crystalize. Hojo can grow crystals out of anywhere on his body. They're durable and they grow fast, but not unbreakable. He also shaves his head, so it's possible that hair may hinder the creation process. They also tear any clothes that he's wearing. Originally, he grew them out for a man who intended on selling them, but they were found to be worthless. Being beaten into an inch of his life, he was found on the streets and offered to join the Shie Hassaikai. He accepted.

Soramitsu Tabe. Quirk: Food. Tabe can bite through, chew, and digest anything he can sick his teeth into. He doesn't seem to get hungry either, meaning his Quirk can be used indefinitely. However, he needs to be in biting range in order to use his Quirk, so ranged attacks should be enough. Also, he's affected by poison just as normal people are. If they can deal with Setsuno first, then taking down Tabe at a range shouldn't be difficult.

Even though those five were the only ones reported present, the police force made sure to account for all of the others to the best of their ability. Sloshed would severely hinder them, and Chronostatis sounded troublesome on its own. And if Overhaul himself was there…

Naomasa cut off that train of thought before it progressed further. Not only was it distracting, but it was also unlikely. Overhaul was a lot of things, but not impulsive. Part of the reason he had stayed so elusive for so long was because he was so manipulative and level headed. He mostly worked underground to avoid police attention. He worked with Trigger to lower his priority from 'Yakuza Boss' to 'just another Trigger Dealer' while simultaneously funding his experiments. His main compound was constructed like a maze to confuse intruders, while leaving several exits in case of a large-scale invasion, just like the previous attack just before the Sakatsuki siblings were put into witness protection. So the chances of him showing up were low.

Speaking of… Those two were quite the enigma as well.

Of the two, Miyu was… less mysterious. At a glance, she seemed like your typical case of a child being raised like an adult. With that said, she was still a child at heart, and didn't try to hide it. She didn't act bratty or throw a tantrum when she couldn't get what she wanted, she was more mature than that. But there were a few moments when Naomasa caught her acting more her age. A common example of this would be whenever she asked her brother to take care of her hair, even though she knew how to do it herself, and he said no. The result was usually a pout that caused him to give in.

As for her Quirk… it was unusual, but not completely unheard of. While not very common, there were numerous Second-Entity Quirks in Japan. The odd part was that the Entity in question, Sapphire, was much more independent compared to a typical Second-Entity Quirk. That, and the fact that her Quirk was a mix of Second-Entity and Transformation. It was a rare combination.

As for Shirou… he was a mixed bag. A mysterious, confusing, mixed bag. Much more so than his little sister.

First off was his appearance. When Naomasa asked about the skin and hair, Shirou said that it was a rebound of overusing his powers, not a scar like he had assumed. While his file on the Quirk registry did mention that overheating was a side-effect of his Quirk, that didn't quite explain it. Sure, enough heat could kill the pigments in your hair. But with the skin, it wasn't quite the same way.

Speaking of, his Quirk was also a bit strange. It was officially registered as Weapon Creation, a Transformation/Emitter Quirk. Despite the registry claiming otherwise, Shirou mentioned that he could make things other than weapons, and he didn't need to transform to make things. As proof, he created a wine glass while still in casual wear. When Naomasa asked why Shirou transformed in the first place, he shrugged. Strangely enough, Shirou also avoided using the word Quirk as much as possible, usually using terms like 'powers' and 'abilities' instead. Naomasa never brought it up, but it was still an interesting thought.

The strangest thing about him would probably be his shared history with Miyu. According to him, they lost their parents when their houses collapsed, and their adoptive father passed away when he was roughly 13. They have lived alone ever since. When Naomasa asked about any relatives they might've had, or why no one else came to take them, Shirou shook his head. 'No one came to claim us either time, and I don't know about any other relatives', or so he said. No lies whatsoever, but he was definitely withholding information.

"Detective." The stern voice at his side spoke up, light reflecting off of his glasses.

"Nighteye." Naomasa acknowledged, barely looking away from the road. "What are the chances that they already took her?"

"Unlikely. The guards are capable, so they should hold out long enough for us to arrive. And even if they can't, the Sakatsuki siblings are also present. Miyu has been recommended for private training by the Hero Public Safety Commission on several occasions." The green-haired Hero replied, crossing his arms.

"You'd bet Eri's life on another child?" Naomasa asked, thinking the idea was ludicrous.

"Make no mistake, Naomasa. I'm not saying that we should leave this to her. I'm simply saying she's more than capable of protecting herself until we arrive. Besides…" He paused to readjust his glasses. "Shirou is quite capable himself."

Before Naomasa could ask what he meant, frantic voices over the radio drew his attention back on the road. Naomasa looked up for half a second before he immediately veered to the right, a car crashing into the pavement immediately after. He stared at the vehicle as it collapsed in on itself, sparks flying as metal grinded on pavement. His eyes turned back on the road, his eyes widening in shock at the sight.

The armored truck crashed into a building on the side of the road, with Shirou and the bodyguards standing in front of it protectively, though the guards were looking worn out. Eri and Miyu were hiding behind the car, though Miyu was peeking out from the side. More than a few men were collapsed around them. That wasn't what surprised Naomasa though.

It was Katsukame, one of the Eight Bullets. What was so shocking however, was his current size. By default, he was roughly 2-3 times taller than an average man. Right now? He was taller than a two story house. Naomasa focused on the others. There were four other Bullets present, just as the officers over the radio reported earlier. Rappa, Setsuno, Hojo, and Tabe were all present. But there were several other members of the Shie Hassaikai present, primarily foot soldiers and cannon fodder.

While hundreds of arrests were made during the Raid on their hideout, the Shie Hassaikai was a large organization, with hundreds. While nowhere near the numbers of Yakuza in their prime, with the largest in history having several thousand members, it was still a sizable group. Naomasa counted roughly a hundred present. With that said… at least a dozen of them were already unconscious, and some looked pretty unhealthy too. As if the life was sucked out of them.

"That would explain his size, then." Nighteye commented, opening the door at his side. "Lemillion!" He called out, the Hero-in-Training stepping out of another police cruiser and running up. "Focus on protecting them, and do not engage unless attacked. Understood?"

"Yes sir!" Mirio nodded, turning towards the vehicle in preparation. One of the other officers pulled out a megaphone, while several others, Naomasa included, readied their weapons from behind their vehicles.

"Shie Hassaikai! This is the police! We have you surrounded! Surrender now!" An amplified voice rang out, directing all attention onto the sole officer with the megaphone. Several of the Yakuza turned away from the car, even the giant Katsukame paused his rampage to look at the new arrivals. "The Pro Heroes are here with us! I repeat, surrender now!" In response to his words, several Heroes stepped out into view. Fatgum, Airjet, Death Arms, Sir Nighteye, even Ingenium and Kamui Woods were present.

The blonde in a shirt and tie, Setsuno, was the first to speak up. "…Pros? And Police? Really? We took down a lot of you on the way here, what do you think you can do?"

"Those last guys were a real disappointment." Rappa proclaimed confidently, striking his fists against the other. "For a guy with a name like 'Red Gauntlet', he punched like a little girl. Could barely take one, either. I hope one of these guys lasts a bit longer."

"If you want someone who can throw a punch, your best bet would be Death Arms." The other man in a tie, Hojo, rolled up his sleeves. He cracked his knuckles and rolled his neck, the sound alone inciting several flinches. "If you want someone who can take a punch, I'd recommend Fat Gum. His entire shtick is taking blows. Tabe's already singled him out." True to his word, Tabe was looking at Fat Gum excitedly.

Both factions stared the other down, challenging the other to make the first move. A pregnant silence held over, only disturbed by the sounds of destruction around them.

Setsuno reached out, intent on taking all the guns away from the police. The officers retaliated in drawing out the several flash grenades they assembled before deploying. The other four Bullets moved out to counter the approaching Heroes. Lemillion made a beeline for the armored truck, as did several Yakuza grunts.

The abandoned street turned into a battlefield.

Lemilion phased through all of the villains that stood in his way, taking out a few on the way as he ran straight towards the armored car. As fast as he was, Mirio wasn't the first to reach their destination. A small group of grunts reached them first. The one at the front poised to strike Driver, only for an extended fist to knock him to the ground. Extended, as in the fist was separated from the rest of the arm by a spring. The fist retracted back into Driver's wrist, the kickback causing him to pull his arm back. That must've been his Quirk. Spring Fist maybe?

The others completely ignored their injured companion, charging for the car recklessly in spite of the trained guards before them, completely disregarding the red-haired magus. Driver had yet to throw another punch (literally), so maybe his Quirk had some kind of downside or cooldown. That said, it could also be the exhaustion slowing him down. Passenger rushed up to meet the second guy, pointing forward with his fingers as if it was a gun.

As if to further push that idea, a small golden light shot out and hit the second one, knocking him down. Driver had spring fists and Passenger literally had finger guns. Mirio, or rather Lemillion, could make his body intangible and phase through things. Shirou could sit back and leave this to them, simultaneously keeping his cards to himself and minimizing the amount of attention that was being drawn to him.

But he was opposed to leaving Eri and Miyu's protection to others. Despite his general attitude, he was still having trouble trusting others, and the constant bodyguard duty wasn't helping. There were a lot of people he pretended to trust, including the various bodyguards and Pros that watched over them, but still made sure to keep Eri and Miyu within eyesight at nearly all times. Especially so during their witness protection, considering the fact that some of their bodyguards answered to the HPSC. Once again, he was faking smiles. 'I wonder how Julian would feel about that?'

As always, Shirou Emiya is a fake. Why did I think you were any different?

'I'm more real than you could ever be, EMIYA.'

That remains to be seen.

Shirou shook his head, clearing it of any negative and annoying thoughts. The point is, he wouldn't place Eri's life on any of them. The blueprints for a random, nameless sword came to the forefront of his mind, but Shirou dismissed it. Lethal wasn't an option right now. Alternatives… No, maces and clubs were also used in war. But it was on the right track. Eventually, Shirou decided on an aluminum bat, deciding that the hollow sporting gear would be a satisfactory weapon for his needs. A kendo sword would've worked as well, but Baseball was still a common sport, while Kendo was lost to time.

Metal bat in hand, Shirou rushed forward and promptly dispatched the other three goons with a single strike each, before any of them could use their Quirks. The first was eliminated when Shirou jammed the top of the bat into his liver, causing him to collapse in pain. The second and third with a strike to the head and 'jewels' respectively. It was at that moment that Lemillion finally reached them.

"Sakatsuki!" He called out, the blonde Yuuei Student rushing up to him specifically. He took note of the unconscious bodies around him. "We need to get you out of here."

"If that were an option, we would've left long before you got here." Shirou shook his head. "Any time we tried, the giant guy would grab one of the foot soldiers and suck the energy out of them, and block our escape. Driver and Passenger held them off for about ten minutes before you arrived, and they're exhausted." The redhead gestured to the bodyguards when mentioning them, and sure enough, they looked worse for wear. "They busted the engine, so we can't drive out of here either. If we tried moving Eri, they'd notice and divert all their manpower to take her back." Shirou paused, looking back behind Mirio.

"What?"

"Setsuno stole the guns from the police. He's distributing them among a bunch of grunts, and now they're coming straight for us." Shirou snapped his fingers, projecting four tall ballistic shields and tossing them to Mirio and the guards. "Might want to get down." He warned, the others crouching behind their received shield.

While Shirou was more than fast enough to dodge or deflect the bullets, it was near impossible for people who didn't Quirks specifically for that, it would raise even more questions. So he hid behind the large shield and held out until they were out of ammo. Being the one who supplied the shields in the first place, a larger amount of the gunfire was focused on him compared to the others.

Shirou recognized the guns being used, because they existed when he was growing up. He even trained with them on a few occasions. While he thought it was odd that a newer model wasn't invented between 2004 and today, he dismissed it as caused by Quirks, just like every other halt in technology. Either way, he was familiar with the model, so he knew that they were five-shot revolvers. And a total of eight were aimed at them, so basic math told him that they only had 40 bullets. So he started counting every shot.

The grunts clearly didn't, considering the several quiet clicks. Did they not know that the Model 60 only fit five bullets? This wasn't the States, revolvers had five bullets each. Shirou shook his head, irrelevant thoughts had no place on the battlefield.

Lemillion dashed right past him, phasing through the several Quirks that were aimed at him with his own and rushing to take out the grunts. Shirou ran towards the car and stepped around back, reaching out to his sisters. "Eri, Miyu, we need to go. Come on." Miyu was the first to grab his hand. She tried grabbing Eri to pull her out as well, but the younger girl refused to move. "Eri?"

Eri was shaking in her spot, a terrified expression on her face. She was clutching her hat tightly, like it would disappear the moment she let go. Shirou looked at her uncertainly, before gesturing for Miyu to let go of his hand. He walked up to Eri, kneeled down to her eye level, and pulled her in for a tight hug. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into his shoulder. He whispered comforting words into her ear and stroked her hair, standing back up and picking her up.

He stepped back out, Miyu following him as he continued to comfort Eri in a hushed voice. As he did so, he scanned the battlefield between Pro and Yakuza. After a few seconds of this, he set his gaze straight at the police barrier at the end of the street. 'Roughly… 70 meters away… The shortest route is flooded with villains, so I should go around… If I'm carrying both Eri and Miyu, it should take about…'

"Hey kid, you aren't thinking about that, are you?" Driver asked, walking up to the redhead.

"If by 'that' you mean going through an active battlefield to get to safety behind that police blockade, then no." He denied, Driver sighing in relief. "I'm going around them and diverting as much attention away from me as possible so I don't have to evade as many villains." Driver gave him a look at that.

"Kid, you do realize how reckless this is, right? As your bodyguard, I'm duty bound to protect you-"

"Yes, but we're literally in the middle of this battlefield. If enough time passes and the Yakuza are still fighting, they might cut their losses and make one last attack for Eri. And if that were to happen, where would we be safer? Literally a few dozen meters away from their strongest fighter with nothing but two children, a teenager, and two exhausted men to protect us," Shirou paused to point at the massive giant who was barely restrained by Kamui Woods' branches. "Or behind several police cruisers with multiple armed officers protecting us?"

"…I knew you had an attitude, but I didn't think it was this bad, kid." Driver shook his head with a grin. Passenger looked at him like he was crazy, Driver turned to him. "I don't know what to tell you Kimura, the kid has a point. If they make some last stage grab on us while we're right here, we'd be helpless to stop them. At least over there we have some distance on 'em and more than a few bullets to fill 'em with."

"But Aji-" Passenger-Kimura protested, before getting cut off by a Yakuza body flying past them and crashing into the truck. A few quiet groans were the only indications that he was still breathing. Lemillion rejoined the rest of them, having just dealt with the initial group of gunmen.

"What are you…"

"I'm not explaining this again. Ask them if you want to know." Shirou dismissed, picking Miyu up with his spare arm. The realization crept onto the Yuuei student's face, and he reached out to stop him. But Shirou was already running, too far away to reach. He heard Lemillion calling after him, but completely ignored him.

Shirou weaved through the battlefield, dodging around Yakuza and police alike. A few grunts that stood in the way tried stopping him or grabbing Eri, and they usually ended up with their face planted on the floor. The Pros and the Bullets were probably causing the most chaos. The massive one was fighting off Kamui and Midnight, the boxer was thrashing Death Arms and Fatgum, and the other three were fending off Airjet, Ingenium, and Sir Nighteye. Obviously, the giant was causing the most destruction of all of them. He was also the most dangerous to them, considering the giant fist that was about to crush them.

Shirou jumped out of the way, the road cratering under the force of the blow. He grunted as he scraped his coat on the road, shielding his little sisters from the rough asphalt. When he opened his eyes, he was looking straight up at the R-Rated Hero. She smiled at him in a way that sent a shiver down his spine.

"My, hardly a time to try copping an upskirt look, isn't it? Aren't you a naughty boy~"

Shirou sat up immediately, simultaneously avoiding looking her in the eye and shielding the eyes of his little sisters from a bad influence. Just how many female Pros were out there in skin tight suits, how many people were trying to put those thoughts in Miyu's head!?

Whatever, he could worry about that later. He got turned around when the giant attacked, and he needed to get back on track. He turned back around, ignoring the Pro in thin white spandex, focusing his attention back on the wall of police cars. He was about to resume his mad dash to relative safety, but he was lifted off the ground before he could. Thick brown branches wrapped around him and carried him off the road. Before he could even think about struggling, a voice called out to him.

"Kid, what are you doing out here? This is a battlefield!" Kamui Woods chided, swinging over the battle towards the exact location he was headed.

"I was trying to get Eri over to the police, we were sitting ducks out by the car. We'd be vulnerable if everyone rushed us at the same time." Shirou explained, holding on to Eri and Miyu tightly. Kamui descended upon the police cruisers and dropped the family of three off, returning to battle before Shirou could even say thanks. "It's okay, you two can let go now." He reassured both of them, Miyu letting go easily while Eri was more hesitant to do so.

Several officers ran up to them, including Detective Naomasa. "Sakatsuki, are you-"

"We're fine." Shirou reassured, patting his sisters on the shoulder. "Lemillion and the Bodyguards helped distract the grunts long enough for us to get to Kamui Woods, and he dropped us off here just now."

"So where are-" Once again, Naomasa was cut off as Kamui Woods dropped off the aforementioned bodyguards, with Mirio right behind them. Driver and Passenger- no, Aji and Kimura were panting heavily, the latter even falling to his hands and knees. Mirio looked barely phased, as he walked right up to Shirou. "Lemillion-"

"That was reckless." The blonde hero student complained, looking exasperated at the redhead. Shirou shrugged nonchalantly, rolling his shoulders. "Seriously, you could've gotten Eri kidnapped by them again."

"No more risky than staying in the middle of a battlefield with the Yakuza's target standing a few meters behind me. And I can handle myself, Lemillion. You saw it for yourself." Shirou countered, one again projecting an aluminium bat.

"Can I please finish a sentence?" Naomasa asked, giving everyone present an annoyed look. Everyone paused to look at him, Shirou even nodded slightly and took a step back after dismissing the bat. "Thank you." The detective sighed, adjusting his hat. "Well… Now that you're here, we should get you to safety. Keeping them from getting Eri is our highest priority, and you two are synonymous to that." Naomasa stepped to the side of his cruiser, opening the door to the back seats, usually reserved for criminals. "Hop in, I'll drive you to-" A crash was heard as Naomasa was cut off yet again, and everyone turned to the source.

One of the cars forming the wall had a severe dent in it, likely unrepairable. Inside of that dent was Death Arms, his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Fatgum was standing in front of his co-worker protectively, though he also looked worse for wear. The Pro who's entire thing was taking blows, was looking worn out. That was not a good omen. "You gotta be shittin me, fatty! You seriously can't keep goin'!? I'm only just getting warmed up!" The boxer called out, walking up to the BMI Hero disappointed. When he saw Eri hiding behind her adoptive brother, he sagged even further. "Well, there's the brat. God dammit, today's just been one big disappointment. Oi, brat! Sorry, but I gotta take you back to Overhole. Get over here." Eri shrinked even further behind Shirou, her eyes shut as tight as humanly possible. "Fine, just make my job even harder. Oi kid, unless you're good for a fight, get out of the way." The boxer threatened, looming over the magus.

"No thanks, I think I'll stay right here." Shirou crossed his arms, not moving an inch from his spot. Naomasa, the bodyguards, and Fatgum all looked at him like he had a death wish.

"Fine, have it your way kid." The masked boxer shrugged, before reeling a fist back. Fatgum lunged forward to take the blow, but the fist was simply too fast. It struck Shirou in the shoulder, the sheer force kicking up enough dust to conceal his frame entirely. "Alright brat, come… on?" He paused. 'That didn't feel like a teenage kid, that felt like one of Tengai's barriers.' He thought. The Yakuza felt something wet on his knuckles, and a slight pain. He pulled his fist back, realizing that it was in fact bleeding. He looked back at the dust cloud in shock. When it cleared, the redhead was still standing there, rolling his shoulder casually.

"Not bad, definitely the hardest punch I've taken so far." Shirou muttered, letting his arm fall to the side. "Nowhere near enough to put me out of commission. It was a good attempt though."

"…You don't have some kind of barrier or invincibility Quirk, do you?" Asked the man in a t-shirt. "Cause you'd be the best punching bag if you did."

"Nah, I don't have anything like that." Shirou denied, replacing his coat and jeans with EMIYA's signature red and black armor, minus the sleeve. "Just some plain old weapon creation." As if to accentuate his point, a pair of hard knuckle gloves and red boxing wraps appeared in a flash of light. He began to wrap the cloth around his left hand and arm.

"That's bullshit." Rappa refused just as Shirou moved on to his right hand. "I felt like I just punched a metal wall, my knuckles are bleeding, and all you got is a weapon creation Quirk?"

"What can I say?" Shirou put on the gloves. "I'm built tough."

"Stay out of this, fatty." The boxer glared at Fatgum, though it was hard to tell with the mask. He turned back to Shirou. "Name's Kendo Rappa, they called me 'The Rapper' while I was a Quirk Boxer. How 'bout you, kid?"

"Shirou. I don't have any nicknames or anything like that, though 'The Faker' seems fitting enough, I guess." Shirou replied calmly, cracking his knuckles and rolling his neck. Miyu walked up behind him and pulled Eri away. "Fatgum, can you focus on protecting them? I got a boxer to KO."

"You're pretty cocky, ain'tcha brat?" Rappa grinned under his mask.

"There's no bell to save you, Rapper. If you're going down, you're staying down." Shirou maintained a neutral expression. "I'll make sure of that."

"Pretty ballsy, brat. I like that. But can you back up those words?!" Rappa dashed forward leading with a strong right hook. With how early it was broadcast, Shirou could've blocked, dodged, or deflected the attack pretty easily. Sure, the guy punched fast, but not C-Rank Agility fast. Weaving around all his attacks would've been far too simple for the magus.

But that would've done nothing to help his recently built-up stress. Shirou was no battle junkie, and neither was EMIYA. But he was still a hot blooded teenage boy who could fight on par with literal Heroes of Legend, and he's been locked up for nearly a month with nothing to do. He couldn't even go Class Card hunting because of the constant surveillance. Who wouldn't want a chance to let loose every once in a while? He'd have to keep it under a certain threshold though, or else the Government, and especially the HPSC, would get suspicious of him and his abilities.

But Rappa struck first, so this counted as self defense, right? Right.

So instead of dodging, blocking, parrying, or anything like that, he met Rappa's right hook with his own. Less than a second later, Rappa's left fist was barreling towards him, and it too was countered. Punches were thrown faster than a normal human could even keep track with, neither side backing down from the flurry of fists. Both stood their ground, their feet planted firmly on the ground.

Eventually, Rappa had to stop, otherwise running the risk of overworking the muscles in his shoulders. When that time came, Rappa tried backing off to recover, but Shirou pushed forward, landing several strikes to his chest and a single to his face from under his guard. The force sent Rappa flying back farther than he intended, his shoes scraping on the road. He faltered for a moment.

"Heheh… Sorry for underestimating you kid, you're pretty great." Rappa took a second to stand back up, and rolled his shoulders as well. The punch to the face tore his mask, exposing his feral grin. "No, not just great." He rushed right back into their brawl. "YOU'RE INCREDIBLE!"

"What are you doing, Rappa!?" The bald one in a medical mask called out, crystalizing his arms to block a kick from Ingenium. "Eri is right there, we came here to return her to the young master! Quit being selfish and take her already!"

"You tryin' to piss me off, Hojo!? I finally found a worthwhile opponent, and you want me to stop and grab the brat for that Overhole bastard!? There's no world in existence where I'd think about doing that!" Rappa protested, turning around to shout at his teammate. Hojo wanted to protest further, but was blown back by Airjet's wind cannon. "Heh, got what that bastard deserved. Let's get back to it!"

"You still want to keep going? Your fists are shaking, and a couple of your fingers are broken." Shirou noted, though he didn't back down either.

"Of course I do! I don't half ass shit like this! If neither of us dies, it's just a damn draw!" Rappa replied fanatically, a wide grin threatening to split his masked face in half.

"Dammit Rappa, just grab the brat so we can go already!" Setsuno protested as he stole Sir Nighteye's metal stamps after they were thrown.

"Shut up!" Rappa growled, turning a full 180 degrees and looking straight at the blonde. "I'm not grabbing that kid, I'm busy fighting this one! Now shut up and let me have this!" The ex-boxer refused to listen to anyone else after that point, solely focused on fighting Shirou.

"Fine, we'll do it! Hojo, Tabe!" Setsuno called out, pointing his hand at Airjet and activating his Quirk. Airjet's jetpack was in his hands, and Airjet crashed into a window of an office building without his jetpack to guide him. Hojo rushed to face Nighteye and Ingenium, growing the crystals at an extreme rate. He swung his arms out, intent on hitting either of the Pros with his extended range. The added weight made the attack too slow however, allowing both Nighteye and Ingenium to dodge easily.

But before he reached the ground, Tabe was already behind Ingenium and trying to take a bite out of his arm. The Turbo Hero was able to move most of his arm out of the way, but Tabe still took a chunk off of his exhaust pipe. Sir Nighteye, on the other hand, was smacked out of the air and into the road by the giant Katsukame. While Sir Nighteye was a predict-and-react type of fighter, he couldn't dodge midair, thus he did what he could to minimize the impact and try to hit another person. But that still left him crashing into another human being, thus rendering him out of the fight for some time.

With the trio now freed up, they made a mad dash towards the police blockage. The few officers who hadn't had their guns stolen opened fire, but Hojo blocked with a crystalized shield. They charged through the gaps between the cars, and sent the policemen flying with a swing of the shield. Lemillion charged forward to intercept them, phasing his arm through Hojo's crystal shield and striking him in the face. Tabe tried biting at him, but Mirio made his body phase through Tabe's teeth and kicked the side of his head. Setsuno was keeping his distance, but drew the gun he kept for himself.

At the same time, Shirou and Rappa had resumed their slugfest, and its intensity increased severely. Shirou was putting much more force into his punches, hoping to break Rappa's wrists and end this prematurely. Protecting Eri and Miyu was a higher priority, and those three were dangerously close to disrupting that. He'd wrap this up.

"Let's finish this." Shirou declared, stepping back at the same time Rappa did. Rappa grinned at the prospect, if the wide, bloody smile were any indication. Rappa rushed forward one last time, Shirou ducking down and dodging under the blows. He clenched his fist, pushed himself off the ground, and landed a devastating uppercut. The shock rocked back Rappa's head, causing his brain to slam against the top of his skull. There was a reason many boxers called the chin 'the button', and this was why. Rappa fell back, and didn't get back up. Shirou disregarded the unconscious man and dashed straight towards the other three Bullets. Lemillion was fighting them off pretty well, but Shirou still wanted them taken down quickly.

Setsuno was the closest to him because he backed away from Mirio, so he was the first one for Shirou to deal with. A swift strike to the back of the neck was all it took, since he was the few with a non-combatant Quirk and a relatively weak frame.

Next was the sack guy, Tabe. He bit through anything in his way so far, and Shirou didn't want his hand bitten off, so he picked up the gun Setsuno was about to shoot at Mirio. Killing him would be problematic, so Shirou went for the knees, firing two shots in quick succession. Tabe cried out in protest, but didn't chase after Shirou as he dashed past. Or rather, he couldn't. Aiming for the knee was a common practice when one desired to limit their opponent's mobility.

Finally, Hojo. After seeing Tabe get shot in the knees, he grew crystals on his legs to protect himself. He completely disregarded Mirio, focusing all his attention on Shirou for attacking his comrades. In the face of the Yakuza's wild charge, Shirou wasn't even phased. He simply side-stepped around him and struck him with the same bat from before. It didn't take a lot of force to render a man unconscious, and there were plenty of ways to do so.

The sound of sirens filled the air once again, and Shirou turned to the source of it. On the other side of the road, another group of police arrived. They all exited their cars, training their weapons on the masked Yakuza. Most of them put their hands in the air before anyone even said anything. The giant was being restrained by Kamui Woods' and Midnight's Quirks. Shirou dropped both the bat and the gun onto the floor, letting the former fade away yet again. The battle was over.

Sorry if the end seemed rushed, I was tired and trying to get this posted before Midnight, for some reason. I was a few minutes late to my goal, unfortunately. And I know this isn't the 'Shirou thrashes the Eight Bullets' chapter some of you were hoping for, but considering the fact that Shirou is balancing between 'Punish the Yakuza' and 'Hide his abilities', he could only go so far. At least, that's what I'm telling myself.

This was supposed to come out sooner, but I had to dump and rewrite my original plan because it didn't feel that coherent. At least it took less than two months, eh? Eh.

Alright, now to work on Wish Upon a Star.

Until the next chapter, this is the Namer, signing out!