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In fact, no matter which side you look at, all of it looked strange. So strange that the mind refused to understand this and accept reality.

Routine actions took place automatically. No, of course, I understood with my mind that I was moving as usual only for myself, but for others ...

Well, for others, I just laid in bed. A moment later, through the house, built in the traditional Japanese style, a figure that was not visible to the ordinary gaze swept through, which seemed to people to be just a red line or a flash. It lingered in the bathroom for a split second, and immediately moved to the kitchen to turn into a young man with red hair, dressed in a school uniform and an apron stopping near the stove.

It was me. And that flash of red was also me, that in a couple of moments was in the kitchen, after got dressed at lightning speed and in a matter of seconds did all the necessary morning procedures.

It happened unimaginably fast. Indeed, I was quick. So much. It all started ... a long time ago, I would say. Most likely, this ability has always been with me. At least as long as I remember my conscious life, which began after the Fuyuki Great Fire. No one knew about it except me and my dear friend, whose name I cannot reveal to anyone because of the danger. I have never told anyone that I am… somehow different, because this is not within the normalcy of an ordinary person.

However, this normalcy has never been applied to me. Yet I move faster than the human eye, and can create swords out of thin air. Is it normal? No, but it`s still a part of me, and I can never deny this part.

Kiritsugu, my father, did not know about my abilities, so he could not help me develop them. To be honest, this force did not even show itself until one significant incident, unfortunately, which occurred literally half a day before my father`s death.

Emiya Kiritsugu was killed by a man ... a strange man. To be honest, it was impossible to get a clear picture from the scraps of memories in my head. Would you believe if I said that this was a man whose body was enveloped in red lightning and who moved so fast that it was impossible to follow him? I would not believe it too.

Nevertheless, it was like that. His eyes glowed scarlet. Because of his incredible vibration, it was impossible to discern a single detail of his body, but one thing was forever ingrained in my memory ... In those red eyes, bubbled such hatred for me... I was scared. I was scared as much as I have never been scared in my life. But that was what made me who I am now.

But when that man killed my father by piercing his chest with his hand, I felt unprecedented anger. The rage that was literally tearing me apart could not be stopped, and being usually a calm person, I literally just lost my mind out of pure rage, as if something inside me was broken. And at that moment, it seemed to me that I saw a smile on the face of that person, but the next moment he seemed to blur in the air. No, he didn`t disappear ... He just ran. Fast. Like lightning. And I followed him.

It was fast. Not remembering myself from anger and rage, I ran, giving all my best. Faster than any human, I ran past buildings, cars, people, but not paying attention to anything. Only he was ahead — my father`s killer. He ran fast, much faster than me, and I could not keep up. This thought simply did not fit my head. Then, I put all of myself, my desires, thoughts, Prana into my body — all into my legs. I was ready to give anything and pay any price just to catch up with this bastard!

And magic answered my call. Faster ... Faster ... Faster! FASTER! Everything around blurred, became lines striving forward, and I ... I ran. As fast as I have never run before. But I still couldn`t catch up with him. I was still too slow in comparison.

Then, I failed. And since then, I have devoted my whole life to this rapid movement. Because just then, in the Fire, when Kiritsugu found me, exhausted from fatigue, trying to get people out of the fire, I saw a spark in his eyes.

He made it. He managed to. He was able to find me and save me…. He was fast enough for that. Therefore, I also have to keep up ... now and forever. And I swear to myself that I will be fast enough so that such tragedies will not happen again!

And now, two years have passed. Two years spent on self-learning, searching for strength and searching for this person. Two years of bitterness, despair and anguish.

And I found it. The strength that has become my faithful assistant.

And finally, him.

My name is Emiya Shirou, and two years after my father was killed, I found the culprit. The person I thought I would deal with forever.

... Who would know how wrong I was then.