Hello again, dear readers! I'm KaleidoMirror.
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Chapter 5: "The Echo of Seasons"
The night was calm, and the whisper of the nighttime wind flowed into the room. The siblings were sharing a heartfelt moment on the same bed. Both wore relaxed expressions and smiles on their faces, but within their gazes, deeper and more reflective thoughts were revealed.
Shirou stopped adjusting Miyu's hair and admired his handiwork for a moment. "I believe this has been one of my best works in a long time," he smiled with satisfaction as he offered her the headband with long ribbon ears, which he had removed before beginning his task.
Miyu didn't seem to pay much attention to the conversation, as she held the golden rabbit-shaped pin in her hands. Only when Shirou embraced her tenderly did the younger of the two siblings snap out of her thoughts.
"You miss her, don't you?" she asked, admiring the melancholic look in the girl's eyes.
"It was truly amazing, but it feels unreal to think that the time I spent with her was actually so short," Miyu sighed as she took the headband from Shirou's hands. "But still, Alyx taught me so much about so many things. She helped me understand a bit, but I still have many questions about Remnant."
"I can understand that. It's the same for me, you know?" Shirou shifted his gaze for a moment, admiring the starry night outside the partially open window. He took a few seconds to enjoy the refreshing breeze before continuing. "I still find it hard to believe everything about 'our new reality.' But to be honest, it all feels like a dream I haven't woken up from yet." Shirou decided to be more direct and gently took a ruby pendant from his pocket, offering it to Miyu. "I want to know your opinion about the farewell gift that Archer left me. I can vaguely recall his words, but he mentioned that someday I would understand its meaning." He sighed for a moment before continuing, "But I'm in no hurry to figure it out."
Miyu took the pendant and examined it closely. Her first impression was the elegant shape of the ruby, a deep and brilliant red, captivated by the mysterious inner glow that seemed to shimmer with the room's light. It was set in a delicate silver necklace, making the pendant an exquisite and valuable piece.
"You're right, Shirou. It may be just my assumption, but I can sense that this gift represents something very valuable to the Servant Archer. It's an item that another version of Shirou Emiya turned into a reminder of his legend, something so personal that only you would be able to appreciate it when the right time comes," Miyu expressed as she got up and placed the pendant around her brother's neck. "Moreover, I can see that this piece holds incalculable magical value and might become something that allows Lord Don Quixote to expedite the assimilation of Archer's power in the future."
"I wasn't the only one who received a great gift," Shirou countered playfully while stroking Miyu's loose hair. "That little lily-shaped brooch that Jeanne d'Arc left you, at first glance, seems very special to me as well. I may not be a magic expert, but it has a unique scent."
Miyu nodded as she removed the brooch from her hair. She couldn't help but admire it since the first time she received it. The gift was finely crafted, with a stylized Gothic design of the armor that Jeanne wore in life. But what moved her the most was the small inscription hidden inside the brooch, symbolizing the bravery and determination of the Maid of Orleans. Every time she looked at it, she felt a surge of emotions that motivated her to keep moving forward, facing her own challenges and battles.
"Foi et Courage," Miyu pronounced as she placed the brooch back in her hair.
"That's right, it may not make me the most intellectual person in the world, but I can tell it's written in French, as it's Jeanne's original language," Shirou replied, looking at his little sister curiously. "It means 'Faith and Courage.'"
"You get 100 points for your findings, Master Emiya," Miyu teased with an ironic smile, causing Shirou to raise an eyebrow in protest.
"I understand your point, but that won't stop me from voicing my complaints later, Miyu," accepting his sister's words, who still wore a victorious expression on her face, Shirou decided to acknowledge his defeat, bowing his head slightly.
"The entire brooch feels magical to me. This little lily, just like Jeanne, represents purity, faith, and her determination," with both hands in a prayer-like pose, she said a sincere prayer to honor the saint. "I may not be able to see her physically right now, but I know she's by my side, whether through this brooch or her legacy. She inspires me just like you do, Shirou!"
Shirou gazed up at the ceiling, sighing with a deep sense of happiness before responding, "For the first time since we arrived in Remnant, I'm thinking we're special, especially you, Miyu. Right now, I can imagine the first pages of your fairy tale."
Miyu blushed at her brother's words and playfully threw a pillow toward his face. "You're shameless, Shirou! You should learn to read the room first, as well as what you can or can't say to a lady like me."
"Hey!" Shirou responded defensively as he tried to dodge a second pillow thrown by Miyu. "Don't take everything so seriously, you uncouth little lady!" This marked the beginning of a playful game between the two siblings, who had a wild frenzy of fun. Soon, they found themselves caught up in a pillow fight that left the room in complete disarray. Furniture displaced, books scattered, clothes and robes strewn about, rumpled sheets, and crooked paintings were the result of the chaos.
In the end, both of them found themselves panting next to each other in the middle of the room, catching their breath. Despite the 'mess,' they both wore genuine and sincere smiles on their faces.
"I love it when we share moments like this, you know, Shirou?"
The older of the Emiyas found himself looking at Miyu's blushing face after the game. Although they called it 'unbridled play,' he couldn't help but worry; his little sister showed more pronounced physical numbness than he did, but it was also in line with the doctors' assessment that it was a side effect of the stress from the past few days. "I love it too, Miyu. I've noticed how much your aim has improved lately." That's why Shirou decided to playfully tease her a little. "Now that I think about it, that last pillow hit was stronger than all the others. My little delinquent sister is becoming quite unstoppable," he added while comically rubbing his left shoulder.
"That will teach you a lesson the next time you try to intimidate me!" Miyu declared, understanding her brother's intentions. In the end, both siblings shared a knowing laugh over their antics.
After a few minutes of chaos, Shirou turned to one of the two beds in the room, heading toward a shelf that had survived the pillow fight. From there, he retrieved a small white box. The item seemed humble but well-preserved.
"In addition to the resemblance that Don Quixote left me to awaken my aura, this was the last gift the old knight gave me," Shirou explained as he removed a small golden locket from the center of the box. "I vaguely remember him mentioning that he would give it to the person who would hold the most special place in my heart in the future, but..."
Miyu looked at her brother with concern. Shirou seemed to be lost in thought, his facial expression changing from the joyous one just moments before to a melancholic one. She couldn't help but dislike the look of pain she noticed when he sighed before partially smiling at her.
"I don't think I can find someone to call family other than you, or for whom I can feel any other kind of affection," Shirou continued. "So, I don't feel the need to meet someone else to be happy in my life. As your brother, I'll always watch over your future and safety. That's why I'll be happy as long as you are."
Miyu couldn't help but feel anxiety and guilt upon hearing those words.
"How can you say that?" Tears welled up in her reddish-brown eyes. She threw herself at Shirou, not caring about anything else. "You can't give up your life like that! I won't allow it! You have the right to be happy too!"
Shirou accepted his sister's light punches and endured her tears.
"I don't have the right to be happy, you know?" he sighed, "I'm the one responsible for all the tragedies that happened in our world. I was the worst and most despicable villain by letting all those people die. I'm the complete opposite of a hero!"
Miyu, unable to bear seeing Shirou cry, placed her small hand on his head in a comforting gesture. It was what Shirou had always done for her, and now she wanted to do the same for him. Her actions helped slightly calm Shirou, momentarily halting the tears he had struggled so hard to contain as the former aspiring hero.
"You're my hero, Shirou, you know?" Miyu's serene voice gently slid through Shirou. "You were the only person, aside from my mother, who always looked out for my well-being. From our first encounter until now, you've always been there to take care of me and protect me, no matter what stood in our way. Even now, in this new world, in this Remnant we know nothing about, you're still my only family and my savior, deep in my heart. Are you really thinking of leaving your little sister after all you've done?"
Miyu's words left Shirou stunned and deeply surprised. It took him a few seconds to process and understand the depth and weight of his actions in his sister's heart. "No, Miyu," was all he could respond, his voice slightly quivering with emotion. "I would never abandon my family. I'm here to protect and care for you. You're Miyu Emiya, the younger sister of Shirou Emiya. That will never change. I'll always be by your side."
For a brief moment, the emotion behind his own words filled Shirou's heart with a warm sensation. He felt the cracks in his crystal heart slowly beginning to heal, regaining some of the color it had lost so long ago.
Unbeknownst to both siblings, they were accompanied by the translucent figures of Don Quixote and Alyx, who smiled warmly at them. After a few moments, the brown-haired girl sighed with sadness before taking the hand of the elderly knight and whispering a few words to him. Then, with a certain heaviness in her gaze, she began to fade away into golden specks over the illusory figure of a large tree that shone with a variety of vivid colors. The hidalgo, on the other hand, stayed a bit longer, sighing with a hint of nostalgia as he watched Alyx's silhouette disappear. He couldn't help but feel sad for the young woman but respected her final decision.
Now, his attention was focused on Shirou, feeling pleased by the young man's internal thoughts. 'This is the beginning; today he has taken his first step on the path of his own legend,' Don Quixote reflected. 'It's nice to see that young Shirou Emiya is slowly beginning to form his own judgment in search of his own answer to what it truly means to be a hero, and how heroism may not always involve sacrifice,' he thought, following the example of the young woman, dispersing into golden specks that ended up surrounding the elder of the two siblings as if it were a gentle breeze.
That scene, worthy of a fairy tale, left a powerful and touching impression on both siblings. Shirou reaffirmed his convictions never to abandon his sister; he would be her knight in shining armor and would be there to support her. The bonds between the siblings were strengthened even further in that moment, filled with determination and deep fraternal love.
Miyu smiled with tenderness, tears of happiness glistening in her eyes. "You're the best brother in the world, Shirou; I truly love you."
Shirou was deeply moved by his sister's words due to the profound meaning they held for him. He felt grateful for Miyu's comforting presence, but he still harbored doubts deep within his heart. "But... but..." He struggled to express what he felt deeply.
Miyu took a deep breath before continuing. "I can't claim to fully comprehend all your feelings, Shirou. I also have my own doubts about what happened in our world and the reason why it was destroyed. But we can't keep carrying that burden, the hatred and the pain of our sins. We must take the first step toward redemption, just as Jeanne and Archer did, by trusting in ourselves and the legacy they've left us. Besides, we're not alone. We have wonderful people like Don Quixote and Alyx, who never gave up even in the toughest moments. That's why I wholeheartedly want everyone to know about the incredible brother I have, someone so special and irreplaceable to me. I want everyone to know about Shirou Emiya."
"I can't believe it's you who's comforting me," Shirou said, admiring the figure of Miyu in front of him. Even though Miyu was only six years old at that moment, her figure seemed to have grown in his perception. Smiling once again at his sister, he accepted the handkerchief offered to him.
Miyu puffed up her cheeks in an expression of irritation, but with tenderness, she asked, "What do you mean by that?"
"You've got it all wrong, Miyu," Shirou replied as he wiped away his tears. "It's me who wants the whole world to know the incredible person you are. I've never doubted why Jeanne chose you, despite your young age, you have the ability to provide strength and inspiration to people to keep going. You can have full confidence in yourself. As your big brother, I'm sure Miyu Emiya can achieve that and more." Shirou looked at his sister with a mix of emotions, leaving the raven-haired girl speechless.
"But... but..." Now it was Miyu trying to contradict Shirou, but she didn't know how to respond. So she decided to resort to the first thing that came to mind as a defensive move, hastily grabbing two handfuls of her long hair in an attempt to hide her blushing face.
"From the start, I could sense that you felt guilty, thinking you were the reason I gave up on my ideals. But it's time you know the truth. You're completely mistaken about my decisions."
"Don't try to justify me," Miyu retorted with fervor, lowering her gaze. "My sacrifice might have made a difference in our world."
Shirou gently shook his head. "Before, I fought to be a hero of justice, willing to face any danger to save others, inspired by our father's ideal, Kiritsugu Emiya. However, after facing so many dangers that threatened you, I realized that I had to make a decision that would fundamentally affect my life. That's when I realized that 'I couldn't save and protect you if I kept risking my life constantly.' In the end, I made my own decision."
"But your ideals, your promise to Kiritsugu," Miyu squeezed Shirou's hand tightly while watching the serene expression on her brother's face.
"Those ideals have changed, Miyu. I decided to voluntarily give up being a selfless hero of justice to be your protector. I found a new possibility for Shirou Emiya, one I don't regret now or ever." Gently taking Miyu's other hand, he continued, "It might sound selfish, but it's actually a decision driven by love and responsibility towards you. My role as a big brother is more important to me than any hero title."
Although Miyu still harbored persistent doubts, Shirou could see that he had reached his sister's heart with such sincerity that he couldn't help but embrace her with all his fraternal love.
"Since my conversation with Don Quixote in Ever After, I've found some peace and had time to reflect on our role in Remnant. But in the end, it all depends on us and what we both desire." Softly, Shirou ran his right hand through Miyu's long hair. "That's why my new philosophy in this life is about finding a balance between protecting others and ensuring that you're safe and happy. While I no longer pursue being the selfless hero in every situation, I haven't lost my desire to do good."
"That doesn't sound as pragmatic as Kiritsugu Emiya would say," Miyu responded with some reservations.
"You're right, Miyu, but you must know that..." Shirou sat back up and placed the hourglass on the shelf. Then, with both hands, he lifted Miyu and spun her around the room, watching her enjoy the fun. "I've redirected my focus towards a more personal and immediate goal, prioritizing my little sister while still trying to make the world a better place as much as I can."
"That sounds more like what Shirou Emiya would say," Miyu replied as she laughed and enjoyed the spins. After a few moments, the interaction between the siblings came to an end. Miyu took slow but steady steps to the hourglass, picking it up in her hands and examining it with curiosity.
"Now that I think about it, this small inscription in Spanish holds some truth."
"What do you mean, Miyu?" Shirou asked, confused, as he watched his sister turn the hourglass and carefully inspect the hidden words at the base of the artifact.
"To be honest, Shirou, sometimes you can be too slow for your own good. It says here: 'Time spent in love is not wasted.'" Miyu looked at her brother with an ironic expression, while he continued to struggle to understand its meaning. "I also had the chance to read about the famous story of Don Quixote de la Mancha, so I can somewhat grasp what the hidalgo tried to tell you through this gift, Shirou."
But the elder of the siblings could only shake his head doubtfully, raising a hand nervously to his head. "When we said our goodbyes, he kept teasing me, saying it was something I would understand with time as I grew older. But now that you've grasped it so easily, I somehow feel insulted."
Miyu sighed with regret for Shirou's immaturity. "It may be my assumption, but I can deduce that this inscription represents a message: the time Don Quixote spent loving Dulcinea was not in vain and that true love endures over time."
"That means...!" Shirou exclaimed with surprise but was abruptly interrupted by Miyu.
"Don Quixote might have left you this valuable but symbolic item as a way to encourage you to find your own Dulcinea. That's why he told you to give it to the person you treasure most in your heart in the future."
Both siblings fell into silence for a few minutes as they contemplated this discovery.
"I've always had deep respect and admiration for Don Quixote, but the knight always thought of my well-being," Shirou couldn't help but sigh affectionately as he remembered his encounter with the hidalgo. "Well, when we meet again, I'll show him how far I've come thanks to his inspiration. I still hope he keeps his promise, because he promised to be by my side in this new adventure."
"I've always thought that Don Quixote and you have more in common than you think, Shirou, and to my surprise, that's just the tip of the iceberg," Miyu shared her thoughts as she returned the hourglass.
"Seriously, do you think that, Miyu?"
"Absolutely!" The younger of the Emiyas placed her hand over her chest, as if making a promise. "Besides, I can understand that both you and Don Quixote share a similar inspiration. From my perspective, both of you are dreamer knights with a beautiful and fragile mission. You both fight against a reality that doesn't align with your ideals, wanting to fight for justice and defend the weak. It's just that you're missing something..." she mentioned hesitantly, trying to hide the mischievous emotions behind her actions.
Shirou took a moment to process the words and finally, curious to know, asked, "What would I be missing then?"
"Your Dulcinea, clearly, Shirou!" Miyu's voice resonated throughout the room, followed by laughter that left Shirou red with embarrassment. He tried to argue but didn't quite know how to respond.
"I'm so excited about the idea of meeting my future older sister! Having someone to share secrets about Shirou, to be able to talk about every good aspect of my brother. Don Quixote is a complete genius!" Miyu's joy and fantasies left Shirou dumbfounded, allowing her to enjoy her own romantic daydreams.
Sighing, he realized that someone like Miyu could easily share moments with someone as vivacious and playful as Alyx, in line with Miyu's previous stories. The idea of possibly getting Miyu an older sister was still up for debate as a future possibility, but in the end, he couldn't help but feel genuinely happy that the thought somehow made him feel that way, so he rejoiced in seeing Miyu so excited.
Turning to the now-cold hot drinks, thanks to their deep sibling conversation, Shirou decided to take a moment to silently thank Alyx for taking care of his little sister in the Ever After. He could now see Miyu as more mature, yet she still retained her innocence, and most importantly, she displayed strong determination. It filled him with satisfaction as the older brother.
The night was still young, and they had time to share their own stories in more detail, talk about the surprises and challenges they had faced in the Ever After. Shirou was also eager to hear Miyu's perspective on the mysteries of Remnant and contemplate the differences between the secrets Don Quixote and Alyx had shared with them. Especially regarding their future, the Aurora project, their relationship with Atlas, and the upcoming council meeting. Nevertheless, these were concerns they would address later. For the moment, they simply wanted to enjoy an evening as siblings, something they hadn't had in a long time. So, as always, Shirou had prepared in advance some sweets and dishes he knew Miyu would love.
Smiling to himself, he exchanged a knowing look with Miyu, who responded with equal joy. It was these small moments that strengthened their bond and the trust they had in each other. It was at that moment that he reaffirmed his own conviction, no matter the challenges both siblings faced in Remnant, he knew they could overcome them together.
The night continued its course as Miyu and Shirou shared their thoughts and feelings, preparing for the uncertain future that awaited them in their new life in Remnant.
Shirou had started his day early, allowing Miyu to rest a little longer in her own room. Without wasting a moment, he immersed himself in his morning routine of stretches and exercises, although this time with reduced intensity due to the stiffness in his body. Despite being conscious in the strange world of Remnant for only two days, the old habits of his former world were still ingrained in him.
"It was a relief to have obtained the necessary permissions yesterday," he sighed with contentment, especially the high-ranking officers were flexible enough to grant him exclusive use of one of the medical training rooms. So he decided to take this opportunity to become familiar with some of the training machines, but he couldn't help feeling overwhelmed at the same time by the amount of technology that he could only describe as being taken from a futuristic fantasy world.
As he wandered through the corridors, he found himself captivated by the architecture of the buildings that made up the medical wing. He also noticed through the large windows vehicles he had never seen before, from airborne types to some terrestrial ones moving between the sky and the base streets, each with a specific purpose and an unknown destination.
Lost in his own thoughts, he found himself comparing the significant technological difference, the military aspects, and above all, the high-quality medical services in Remnant, all of which far exceeded those on Earth. Unfortunately, he had to halt his musings when he became aware of the presence of Officer James Ironwood, who was crossing the same intersection in front of him. Ironwood maintained his characteristic impeccable bearing and his white uniform, radiating a sense of authority and discipline.
The two men met at that point of convergence, observing the man who, despite his firm and authoritative appearance, was looking at him with a warm smile. This was an unexpected act of kindness that took him by surprise.
The exchange between them was a marked contrast. In an attempt to adapt to the customs, he offered an improvised military salute, emulating the old traditions of Earth. The officer seemed surprised, but only for a second, instead of taking offense, his friendly smile widened even more.
Ironwood was a man who, despite his authoritative position that inspired confidence and respect, was also able to convey a sense of friendliness that contrasted with the austere image some might associate with a high-ranking officer. Due to this, it became clear to Shirou that James Ironwood was someone exceptional in more than one sense.
"Greetings!" he exclaimed with a cheerful tone, shaking his hand firmly. "I can still see that you're adjusting to the facilities, young Emiya. How are you feeling?"
The open and friendly attitude put him at ease, and he responded with gratitude. "To be honest, I still feel overwhelmed by all these sudden changes, but I'm working on adapting."
Ironwood nodded in a gesture of understanding. "I understand perfectly. But you must remember that if you ever need help or have any questions, you don't have to hold back. You can count on my support, especially after our conversation yesterday."
Shirou couldn't help but feel overwhelmed as he recalled his conversation with Officer Ironwood. The day before, he had been summoned after his lunch with Miyu. He was escorted to the entrance of a private room where he entered to have an uninterrupted dialogue, creating an atmosphere filled with tension and expectations.
At first, both men had initiated their conversation sincerely, with Shirou sharing his initial impressions of his arrival in Remnant. Ironwood, on his part, had shown curiosity about both siblings and the mystery of their anticlimactic appearance during their first meeting.
The private room in the Atlas base was a quiet and discreet corner, decorated in shades of blue and silver that reflected the military aesthetics of the place. The soft light from the suspended lamps created an intimate atmosphere. The large polished steel conference table occupied the center of the room, and the black leather seats surrounding it provided a sense of solemnity and seriousness to the meeting.
Shirou found himself reflecting and sharing some ideas about the likely origin of their arrival in Remnant. Despite the details being confusing, he mentioned some answers that had arisen during conversations with Miyu. In the end, they had only obtained more questions than answers. Ironwood, on the other hand, maintained his stiff posture while speaking in a deep tone, allowing the necessary pauses to make the flow of the conversation pleasant, although emotions were filled with gratitude and mutual respect on both sides. He also hinted at the complexity of the circumstances in which they found themselves.
The officer leaned slightly, with his hands interlocked on the steel table.
"Young Emiya, I understand that you've been through a lot since your arrival in Remnant. But your sense of duty, quick adaptation, and, above all, courage on the battlefield have not gone unnoticed by anyone in the Atlas Council. Let me be frank and sincere when I say it was an honor to have had your assistance in our time of greatest need."
Shirou nodded with some difficulty, his eyes reflecting his internal struggle.
"Officer Ironwood, with all due respect, but everything that has happened in these last few days has completely overwhelmed us," his voice resonated with a touch of weariness and disquiet. "The impact has been such that, especially for Miyu, I noticed a level of stress she had never experienced before. I feel guilty for not having been there when she needed me most, but..."
He paused for a moment, struggling to control his emotions. "I feel that in the end, we're both lost and adrift in the unknown Remnant. I'm desperate, wondering and not knowing what Atlas expects from us. Last night, as I tried to sleep, I wished that when I woke up, all of this would be just another dream."
"But," he sighed with a slight pause and more emotion, "in our last conversation, we talked about so many things and made a decision, at least for now. That's why we've accepted this new reality in Remnant. With all that said, it doesn't mean we've given in to accepting everything without having our own say about ourselves." Shirou's expression became determined as he fixed his eyes on the man in front of him. "We've found the strength within ourselves to take our first step."
James took a moment to reflect before sighing with understanding. "I understand your perspective, young Emiya. I will respect your decision and be patient with you and Miss Miyu. I give you my word that I won't try to pressure you in any way. I am a man of my word, and I consider both of you as part of the Ironwood family."
The officer extended his hand in a promise, allowing Shirou to sigh with relief.
"But I would also like to be able to discuss other topics if you agree with my suggestion," he added, ready to continue the conversation on a lighter note.
Shirou nodded and took a sip of his drink while enjoying the snacks scattered on the table. Ironwood appreciated that he had accepted his suggestion, and they continued their conversation. However, Shirou wanted to make his internal conflict regarding the officer's revelation and the position of the Atlas Council clear. Despite both siblings being hailed as the "heroes of Hoffnung," Shirou didn't see himself as a hero. This statement surprised James, not only due to Shirou's humility but also because of the sincerity with which he spoke.
The dialogue continued with James deciding to withhold his thoughts for the moment. In a reflective tone, he stated that, in his opinion, both Shirou Emiya and Miyu Emiya were undeniably genuine heroes. No matter how the Pfeilspitze mission had ended, their actions deserved recognition and respect.
At the end of the conversation, both men relaxed and talked about more ordinary topics, attempting to release the accumulated tension. Implicitly, they agreed to meet again the following day, acknowledging that this first official meeting had been overwhelming for both. Before parting ways, Ironwood expressed his deep gratitude once again for the heroic actions of the Emiya siblings and shared his sincere concern for their well-being during their recovery.
Ironwood's gaze, marked by authority and duty, this time revealed genuine gratitude and appreciation. "Young Emiya, I want you to know how valuable both of you are. I say this not only on behalf of the Atlas Council but also as an individual. Your nature as individuals was fully exposed from the moment I saw you, and I could reaffirm it in each of your own efforts in the Vergessen Forest," with the same respect and value, he offered a military gesture towards the young man. "That experience was magical, and it will never be erased from my memory, even to my last breath. I wish you both the best, take care, and recover. Tomorrow we'll have more time for a deeper discussion. Until then, good night."
Shirou nodded with a grateful and surprised expression on his face due to the sudden gesture, responding accordingly. "Thank you, Officer. I greatly appreciate your trust. See you tomorrow." After Ironwood left, Shirou felt a little calmer, but the words during their conversation continued to resonate in his mind. "It was strange, but I didn't feel any negative feelings or hidden intentions when the officer said he considers us part of his family," he reflected. That revelation and the weight of those words stayed with him throughout the rest of the day.
After their brief interaction this morning, Officer Ironwood noticed that Shirou seemed lost in his own thoughts. Observing the young man and recalling that he had been granted access to an exclusive training wing, it wasn't difficult for him to guess where Shirou might be heading.
He decided to break the silence with an unexpected invitation that took the young man by surprise. "I believe it's the right time for some morning training."
"I suppose you want to train with me, Officer Ironwood," he responded cautiously.
"That's right, but that's only half of the reason, Young Emiya. I'd like to offer you some advice, and if you permit me, continue our previous conversation."
Shirou found himself weighing the pros and cons, remaining hesitant for a brief moment. However, the sincere expression devoid of ulterior motives on the military man's face led him to accept. "I might be a bit interested in learning more about Atlas training."
Ironwood let out a small sigh and nodded. "I'll take it upon myself to show you the Ironwood family style first so you can become familiar with it."
"That sounds like an excellent plan."
"Furthermore, after our training, we can enjoy one of the finest breakfasts. I can assure you they taste much better after the morning exercise, especially since our chefs go the extra mile to showcase their skills," Ironwood added enthusiastically.
Shirou expressed his thanks but kept his growing interest in learning more details about the culinary offer to himself.
The training room in Atlas was equipped with the latest technology, from high-end weights and training machines to a spacious combat area. Shirou and Officer Ironwood were in the midst of their training session, sweaty and focused on their respective routines. The intensity of the place was palpable, an aura of determination filled the room.
Shirou observed Ironwood as he lifted weights with astonishing ease. Every movement was infused with strength and control. The young man, although he had seen many skilled fighters in his life, was surprised by the physical prowess of the officer. Since their first meeting, he had been perceptive about the people he had encountered. Sharing his impressions with Miyu had allowed him to form a more partial opinion about some characters, but among all of them, the details about Officer Ironwood were the most extensive so far. In addition to being a charismatic leader and a skilled strategist, he was exceptionally fit.
While struggling to do a series of push-ups, James approached him with a friendly smile. "Have you never trained in a place like this before?"
Shirou couldn't help but pant slightly while maintaining his position. "No, this is completely different from what I've experienced. Especially your level of physical skill is impressive."
James nodded, not stopping his routine. "In Atlas, we value excellence in all areas, including physical fitness. You can't lead others if you can't keep yourself in peak condition."
Shirou contemplated Atlas's philosophy for a moment, feeling inspired to continue his training. Despite the stiffness in his body, he didn't forget his years of practice with reinforcement magic. Even though the results on himself since his awakening had been insignificant, it didn't stop him from striving to regain his previous level and even surpass it over time. But for now, he was struggling to maintain his own pace. Every weight lift, every push-up, every repetition posed a challenge, but he was determined to prove his worth.
As the session progressed, Ironwood watched Young Emiya with growing interest. While he didn't possess the same brute strength, he noticed that Shirou's determination and ability to adapt on the fly were commendable. "I can tell you don't have natural strength, but you complement it well with willpower. Despite your young age, you have the right mindset, which is equally important."
Shirou smiled, feeling encouraged by the words. "Thank you, I appreciate the opportunity to train with you."
James gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder. "I could see throughout your routine that you have the potential to be a talented fighter, perhaps even something innate, Shirou Emiya. But if you ever need guidance on training, there are some things I'd be willing to teach you, regardless of the matter concerning Project Aurora. You can trust that there are people in Atlas who will welcome you."
Shirou nodded in a gesture of camaraderie. He raised his hand in a friendly challenge, a gesture that sealed their unspoken agreement to continue their training session while enjoying sharing stories and everyday experiences. The training room echoed with the sound of weights and push-ups, but also with the construction of a bond of friendship and respect between them.
Over time, Shirou noticed a change in Ironwood's tone of conversation. The talk became more serious, and they finally decided to stop near a rest area. James, with sincerity and determination in his voice, explained his main reason for continuing the conversation. He wanted to assure the older of the Emiya brothers that he was committed to being completely honest and that his help was entirely selfless. In all honesty, James wanted more than that; he had asked Shirou to trust him.
Shirou carefully processed the officer's words but couldn't help feeling overwhelmed by all the "sincerity and goodwill" Officer James Ironwood was showing him. He chose not to speak immediately, preferring to reflect carefully on everything he had just heard.
James, on his part, understood that Young Emiya seemed to have many doubts about "Atlas's and the Council's objectives" regarding both brothers. He knew that gaining his trust wouldn't be easy, but he was willing to try for the right reasons. He made a sincere gesture, seeking to establish a solid foundation of trust with the young man before him. "I'm only asking for a chance to prove it," he reiterated, his gaze firm and determined. He wanted to make sure Shirou Emiya knew he was willing to back up his words with concrete actions.
Shirou found himself analyzing the man in front of him with a mixture of amazement and insecurity. He kept scrutinizing every one of the officer's movements with insight, from his tone of voice to facial expressions. However, he felt increasingly puzzled by the revelations of the man, which caught him off guard.
"What do you mean by all this, Officer James Ironwood?" His eyes partially reflected his confusion as he tried to hide the rest of his ambiguous thoughts, wishing to understand the extent of the man's words.
James sighed deeply, revealing the turmoil of his emotions, which were in chaos within him. But the lost and hesitant expression on Shirou's face was enough to inspire him to speak from a more human perspective, momentarily shedding the rigidity that used to characterize him as "the iron man, strong and emotionless."
With slow movements, he rose from his seat in the room and gestured to the young man to follow him. Together, they headed to a terrace on the facility, where they were met with a breathtaking view of the city. Buildings and skyscrapers stretched to the horizon, bathed in the warm golden hues of the sunrise. The cool breeze played with their hair, and the sky was tinged with golden and blue colors.
For a few moments, both of them silently observed the city, allowing the majesty of the landscape to absorb their thoughts. It was Ironwood who finally decided to break the silence.
"Shirou, I must admit that from the moment I first heard your story through Miss Miyu, I was deeply impressed and even, in a sense, captivated by the idea of magic and forces I had only heard of in myths and legends," his tone became increasingly reflective. "Your world called Earth, your experiences with your father Kiritsugu Emiya, the lifestyle you shared with your little sister, the sacrifice and the destruction of your world... all of that together is extremely intriguing to me and, to some extent, familiar."
Shirou looked at the man with growing intrigue. "Familiar?" he asked, tilting his head as he sought to better understand the words. "In what sense, Officer Ironwood?"
James sighed deeply and leaned against the metal railing, his gaze lost in the distance. "When I had the opportunity to talk with Miyu for the first time, what struck me the most was your childhood. You were the sole survivor of a great natural disaster that caused you to lose your biological parents prematurely, but somehow, that was a crucial event that completely changed your life," turning to face the young man, he continued, "I deeply admire everything you've been through, but what I value the most in all of this is the sincerity of your heart and the determination you show to protect those you love. I can't explain it exactly, but something in me resonated deeply."
The young man in front of the officer took a moment to reflect before responding, "I fear I may disappoint you, but I don't have many memories from before I was adopted," his silver eyes reflected a mix of melancholy and gratitude. "But the moments I've lived after being adopted are the memories I cherish most in my heart. My father Kiritsugu was my savior, and my little sister Miyu will always be my priority and the pillar that allows me to get up every day."
Ironwood was intrigued by Shirou's sincerity and depth, and he couldn't help feeling amazed by the response. His face, without being aware, softened with an approving smile.
"To be honest, in my youth, I faced similar pressures, although in a different context. My surname, Ironwood, came with expectations and responsibilities. My parents expected a lot from me, as did society and the lineage I represented. It was a constant pressure that accompanied me for years."
James looked at Shirou for a moment, noticing in his gaze a sense of comfort and sincerity. "That pressure led me to isolate myself. I had no true friends, only people looking for some connection with me to gain benefits from my surname. I often felt trapped by others' expectations and my own fears and insecurities. Unlike you, I didn't know how to take care of my loved ones in the same way."
Shirou nodded in understanding, appreciating the candor. "I can understand what you mean. Although our circumstances are different, we have both felt the burden of pressure and the weight of expectations. What impresses me about you, Officer Ironwood, is that despite all you've been through, you still remain such a strong and compassionate leader."
James smiled with humility, grateful for Shirou's words but gently shook his head. "I wish I could say that adversity shapes us in unexpected ways. To be able to brag that I learned to embrace empathy and understanding, qualities very important for someone in my position as an officer, but sadly, those are only a fraction of what they should be."
"But there are second chances and the ability to change course."
"You are profoundly mistaken, Shirou. What you mentioned is something only a few people close to me know, but nobody knows the true story behind them. That spark resonated strongly when I heard more details about your life, when, in the midst of all that tragedy, hope emerged when you were adopted by your father, Kiritsugu."
"So you know about the old man."
"That's right. Miyu chose not to provide many personal details about him. She mentioned it would be better to hear it directly from you, but seeing the expression on your face, I understand it's too personal a topic. I can relate."
Shirou said nothing, but his silence didn't deny the officer's earlier assertion.
"In the end, I felt a connection to the ideal that man Kiritsugu Emiya professed. Besides, it was the most important legacy you inherited from your father."
"Both my father and I wanted to become heroes of justice," Shirou clarified.
"Exactly," James sighed as he raised both hands above his head, feeling the warm morning sun. "But unlike Kiritsugu, I've always thought a little differently. I never wished to be a hero, but I've always felt the need to do what's right, to be able to look at people and tell them, 'I'm here to protect you; you just have to take my hand.'"
Once again, Shirou chose not to comment, recognizing the significance behind Ironwood's words.
"However, I've always stopped short when it comes to making sacrifices. I still don't have the courage to eliminate my emotions and risk everything blindly to keep people safe."
Shirou felt the deep sincerity in Ironwood's confession and strangely felt a resonance with that twisted way of thinking. "If you'll allow me to opine, if you ever were to rid yourself of your emotions, you wouldn't be any different from a machine, Officer Ironwood."
"You're absolutely right, Shirou," James confirmed. "But that way of thinking is largely due to my 'mettle' demeanor, which has allowed me to have confidence in myself in the most extreme situations. By being able to strengthen my determination, I've been able to temporarily suppress my emotions and move forward without compromising the mission."
"But, still, following that path will only lead you to a destination filled with loneliness and regrets," Shirou's voice, for a moment, didn't sound like that of his age, but it carried an undeniable wisdom. The depth in his words allowed James to have a brief moment of enlightenment.
"Much of my life was made possible because I blindly trusted the use of 'mettle,' which allowed me to keep moving forward without looking back. I know it's just a pathetic excuse, but that lie allowed me to gain the strength to keep deceiving myself and maintain the mask of hypocrisy for a longer time, to the point of being recognized as a hero by the Atlas military."
"You've had your own internal demons, too," Shirou sighed as he admired the sky. "We've all had our struggles, but we can't always win each of our battles."
Ironwood nodded with a half-smile. "For a long time, I told myself I had to endure, but..."
"You didn't know how to face the outcome of your actions, did you?"
"You're too smart for your own good," James sighed with a sense of defeat.
"A couple of people I deeply appreciate had told me that before," Shirou confessed with a half-smile, noticing the officer's defeated expression.
"I just wanted to free people from pain, provide them a safe place, and conquer all their fears until they disappeared. But in the end, it was due to my own mistakes that I lost all the loved ones I cherished so much, whether on the battlefield, in my family, or even in my past. I always forced myself to kill my emotions over and over so that others could survive the storm."
Both of them fell silent for a moment, reflecting on their conversation and the course it had taken. Shirou saw everything he knew about Officer James Ironwood in a new light, while the latter gazed into the distance, lost in thought.
James found himself at a crossroads; he had made a decision from the start, the decision to support the Emiya siblings unconditionally, to the point where he had resolved to be completely honest with his thoughts, to say, "I wish I could offer you the chance to lighten the burden you both carry, especially you, Shirou, as the elder brother. I can provide genuine support to you and your little sister, and I'm more than willing to do so." Unfortunately, he couldn't express himself in the right way.
From the moment he met them, a part of him felt a connection with both of them. Shirou, the elder brother, was the living embodiment of what James had idealized as a hero in his youth. Despite the adversities that had altered that dream, the weight and sincere desire that drove him still beat strongly within. On the other hand, Miyu, the little sister, embodied hope and purity in her desire to help others.
Although they were different physically, the mindset and the strong bond between the Emiya siblings made him believe that somehow there was a possibility that not all was lost, and a better tomorrow was a real possibility for Atlas, the four kingdoms, and the world of Remnant as a whole. With this conviction, James was determined to express his sincerity and his desire to be unwavering support for the Emiya siblings.
However, when he tried to speak with young Shirou, his human feelings betrayed him, and his voice faltered into an uncomfortable silence. He didn't know how to proceed, but he was determined not to give up. He opted for a different approach, believing that sometimes a physical gesture could communicate emotions in a deeper way than words.
So, in an act of determination, James removed his right glove and unfastened an old metal bracelet he wore on his wrist. This relic had been in his possession for the past ten years, a legacy from his paternal grandfather who had worn it in his glory days during the Great War. It was a treasure that held deep meaning in his family, symbolizing their commitment and strength. The metal shone with a silver hue and was adorned with intricate engravings that had been passed down through generations in the Ironwood family.
James approached Shirou with a kind smile and offered the bracelet with a gesture of respect. "Shirou, this object has been a legacy in the Ironwood family, representing our commitment and determination to the kingdom of Atlas from the beginning of its history," James took a few seconds before continuing to explain with admiration and affection, "That's why I want you to have it. This gift symbolizes my sincere willingness to be a support for Shirou and Miyu Emiya, just as you've held your role as the elder brother."
Shirou looked at the bracelet with astonishment and gratitude. At first glance, he understood the value and importance of the gift. For this reason, he was in a dilemma, internally debating whether to accept it. To be frank, he wanted to refuse it, but the sentimental weight of the gift was invaluable. Furthermore, Ironwood's sincere and determined expression was the final point that made him reconsider, ultimately accepting the gift with great care.
"I'm deeply grateful, Officer Ironwood. I can tell this gift means a lot to you, so I will cherish it. I'll also let Miyu know your thoughts about this gift when I share it with her later; I'm sure she'll appreciate it."
"There's no need to be overly formal, Shirou. I hope we can speak more comfortably in the future."
The officer's small suggestion had a big impact on Shirou, so he felt grateful and responded with an unexpected hug, taking the adult by surprise.
James couldn't help but reciprocate the gesture of friendship with enthusiasm, expressing his gratitude with a genuine smile. "This is a symbol of great importance to me; this bracelet has always been by my side in difficult moments. I hope it can inspire you as well. I genuinely wish you can trust me, Emiya Shirou. I'm here to help both of you; I want to become the support you may need."
Shirou broke the hug and placed the bracelet on his wrist, feeling comforted by Ironwood's kindness and sincerity. He didn't know exactly how he should feel, but deep within himself, he believed, for the first time in Atlas, he had found someone he could trust. This certainty allowed them to take the necessary first step for both siblings to face their new life in Remnant.
The conversation continued, and both Shirou and James shared more stories and thoughts. Ironwood's admiration for the young Emiya deepened, and his desire to lighten the burden that Shirou and Miyu carried grew stronger. On that quiet morning, a new bond was born, one that was yet to be defined, but a deep mutual understanding had begun. This understanding would be of immeasurable value in the times to come.
After enjoying an exceptional breakfast, Shirou wasted no time and decided to surprise Mr. Ironwood with some of his original culinary creations. The chefs on duty were kind enough to allow him to use the kitchen in exchange for sharing the recipes of their enigmatic and unfamiliar dishes.
Atlas' kitchen was gleaming, with its shiny utensils and the intense fragrance of fresh ingredients filling the air. Shirou donned an apron, feeling more at home in the space, transforming like a fish in water. The young man moved with grace and fluidity between the kitchen stations, preparing his own "culinary magic" with passion and skill.
Officer Ironwood observed with interest, admiring Shirou's skill and creativity in the kitchen. He noticed the mastery behind each cut, mix, and cook, all of which were an expression of love for the art of cooking. When the dishes were finally served, genuine admiration lit up the general's face as he noted certain similarities to the cuisine of the continent of Anima.
"I can't believe you've prepared something so extraordinary," his voice resonated with genuine admiration. "This is amazing, Shirou."
"My passion for cooking has allowed me to offer a certain kind of peace to people who taste my dishes," Shirou humbly smiled, appreciating the praise.
It was evident to the young redhead that his cooking had exceeded the officer's expectations. As they shared the meal, the atmosphere was filled with laughter and even some friendly banter between them.
"I adore your special waffles, Shirou! They're always so fluffy!" Miyu joined the table later, using a pair of machines for support, but that didn't stop her from having her ever-glowing, joy-filled expression.
"I can always make more for you, but you shouldn't talk with your mouth full," looking at his little sister eating with so much happiness brought a genuine smile to Shirou's face. Miyu's laughter, in particular, was like music to everyone's ears. The little girl delighted in every bite to the point where she had some syrup and cream spots on her cheeks, infecting everyone with her enthusiasm.
Unfortunately, breakfast time for everyone was too short. Both siblings thanked everyone present for allowing them to spend quality time with them. Miyu hugged her brother before mentioning that she would be busy with other tasks all morning but would meet up with him later.
Officer Ironwood also decided to leave, not before thanking Shirou and offering sincere compliments about his dishes. Although he was curious about the refined taste of Mistral that he had detected, he ended up wishing to try it again on another occasion. He also took his time to talk to Miyu and confirm a future meeting.
After bidding farewell to Miyu and Mr. Ironwood, Shirou decided to tidy up the kitchen. The aroma of the delicious creations still hung in the air, and some of the chefs had the chance to taste the samples, being impressed by Shirou's talent.
Satisfied with having shared that special moment, Shirou carefully cleaned the utensils. Now, with the kitchen in order and a light heart, he decided to take a walk around Atlas' facilities to clear his mind. The Atlas military base extended around him, and as he walked, he found the tranquility he needed to reflect on his own thoughts, not knowing where to head.
For the rest of the morning and part of the afternoon, Shirou wandered through the facilities, exploring the vast military-medical complex. After an indeterminate amount of time, he found a terrace with a partial view of the city of Mantle. The colors of the sunset bathed the city in a palette of warm and cool tones, creating a scene that contrasted notably with the futuristic modernity of Atlas.
Shirou paused, gazing at the city that had remained hidden under the shadow of the floating city for so long. He wondered about the relationship between the two cities, the economic and social gap that must exist between them. Deciding he would talk to Miyu later about this topic to gain a more informed perspective.
For now, he decided to continue his walk and stumbled upon the training room he had used in the morning. With a new perspective, he chose to enter and begin training with one of the available weapons. He opted for a bow and a quiver of arrows. Although the material of the bow and arrows was unfamiliar to him, he couldn't apply his magic correctly to gather more details about it. He decided to ignore those details for now and concentrate as only Shirou Emiya could when using a bow. He focused his mind on the weapon to establish a deeper connection with it.
His movements with the bow were fluid and precise, reminiscent of the days of his training in Fuyuki. Despite being out of practice for some time, his skill with the bow remained impressive, but he noticed some aspects he had overlooked before. However, he felt some stiffness in his muscles, a sign that he needed to resume his physical training more regularly, not to mention the fatigue from the morning exercise with Mr. Ironwood.
While training, his mind wandered to his conversation and the implications of what they had achieved. He wondered if he truly deserved the title of hero. He vaguely remembered the people he had been fighting alongside in the Forest of Vergessen against the horde of Grimm, those who had lost their lives and his fellow warriors. The pain in the eyes of his loved ones when they received the heartbreaking news was a thought that haunted him. He couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility toward them and the need to ensure their sacrifice was not in vain.
Finally, exhausted but with a renewed sense of determination, Shirou stopped. He knew there was much to consider and discuss with Ironwood, and the path ahead would not be easy. But he was willing to face it, to take the first step to do what was right.
With these thoughts in mind, Shirou returned to his room in the medical wing of Atlas' facilities. Night was slowly falling over Mantle, but in Shirou's heart burned an unbreakable light of hope.
The routine in the medical wing had become a constant in Miyu and Shirou's lives. Each day began with the hum of medical machines and the unmistakable scent of disinfectant that filled the air. Their bodies were recovering rapidly, astonishing both the nursing staff and the aides. However, the doctors' strict orders couldn't be bypassed, so physiotherapy and rehabilitation were essential to expedite their recovery process.
Finally, for added comfort and following medical recommendations, they were assigned individual rooms during their stay. Despite both siblings' attempts to request a shared room, the orders were inflexible, and in the end, their rooms were next to each other. But with the help of some kind people, they managed to personalize their spaces, reflecting their unique personalities. Miyu's room was filled with warm colors and decorated with her own drawings created during idle hours. Shirou's, on the other hand, had a more orderly and functional appearance, with books and items that reminded him of his home in Fuyuki.
On this morning, Miyu was doing stretching exercises in her room, guided by a kind physiotherapist. Shirou observed from the doorway, leaning against a machine that monitored his vital signs as part of his routine check-ups. Despite sharing many experiences in the past few days, this particular moment marked a significant step towards their complete recovery. Both siblings were committed to their healing process and supported each other on this journey.
Miyu let out a small groan as she struggled to flex one of her legs. The physiotherapist offered words of encouragement with a warm smile. "Come on, Miss Miyu, you're making amazing progress. Just a bit more, and you'll be ready for the next phase of rehabilitation."
The little one nodded with determination, her black hair tied up in a messy ponytail. "I know it's necessary, but sometimes it's frustrating not being able to move as freely as I used to."
Shirou approached his younger sister and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "We're in this together, Miyu. I know you'll be fully recovered soon. As Dr. McGregor said, you just need a bit more time before you can be free from these rehabilitation sessions. And before you know it, my little rebel sister will be ready to face any challenge that comes her way."
Miyu gave him a grateful smile but couldn't resist pouting at Shirou's teasing. She decided to ignore his words and emitted a small huff, momentarily leaving her older brother at a loss for words, who looked at her in astonishment before bursting into laughter. Both shared a moment of complicity before Miyu refocused on her exercises, knowing she had unwavering support by her side.
After the day's last physiotherapy session, the siblings retreated to their respective rooms to rest a bit. Despite the initial challenges they had faced in adapting to the world of Remnant, Shirou and Miyu always found time to share sibling moments. That particular afternoon, Shirou skillfully retrieved a deck of cards from one of the drawers and began shuffling them, surprising Miyu with a couple of magic tricks.
Miyu, lying on her bed, watched her brother with a curious smile. "You've been practicing in secret, haven't you?" she commented, arching an eyebrow with her typical look of interest. "What are you up to now, Shirou?"
He gave her a mischievous look while offering her the cards. "A card game, care to join?"
Miyu nodded and gingerly sat up on the bed. Despite her temporary physical limitations, she wasn't going to let that stop her. The card game turned into a friendly competition, filling the room with laughter and conversation. This sibling moment allowed them to relieve the stress they had been experiencing lately, further strengthening their sense of unity.
Life in the hospital was a new experience for the siblings, but they supported each other every step of the way. Rehabilitation and physiotherapy were just part of their journey, and they were determined to travel it together.
Shirou found himself in one of the quietest corners of the hospital, where the gardens stretched out, providing him with the much-needed peace and solitude. The surroundings were immersed in a deep silence, only broken by the gentle hum of wild animals who, alerted by his presence, cautiously continued their activities. The midday view from that spot offered the calm and clarity he needed for reflection.
In his mind, the conversations of the past few days swirled like a whirlwind of emotions. The uncertain future of both siblings in the kingdom of Atlas, the ongoing process of discovery about Remnant, the impromptu meetings with unknown individuals from Atlas who maintained a reserved and cautious attitude about the information they requested and provided. It was clear that he had to avoid worsening the problems they already carried. But for someone of his nature, each of these encounters was exhausting, demanding constant vigilance. Fortunately, the exhaustive medical check-ups had concluded, granting him a small respite in the midst of the storm of uncertainty.
However, what weighed most on Shirou's mind was the imminent meeting about Project Aurora. In just two days, he would sit before the most influential figures on the Atlas Council, a meeting that could alter the course of their lives in ways he couldn't even imagine. The consequences of this meeting remained a mystery that haunted him at night, making him question the future that awaited him and his little sister. As the older brother, he felt the overwhelming responsibility to protect her, but sometimes he wondered if he was bearing that heavy burden properly on his still childlike shoulders.
Shirou was lost in his own thoughts, immersed in an inner world that completely isolated him from his surroundings. From deep within the thick foliage emerged a well-groomed elderly man, dressed in elegant attire with perfectly combed white hair. With serene steps, the man took his time before settling on a large blanket spread out on the grass.
At first, Shirou was unaware of the man's arrival, but when he finally noticed his presence, he experienced a slight startle. The appearance of the newcomer briefly reminded him of Don Quixote, the literary hero he knew, although his stature and elegance were completely different from the literary hero.
The intruder broke the silence with a friendly smile and a calm gesture, as if he were accustomed to similar situations. However, Shirou observed him with some reservation, not hiding his surprise at the unexpected arrival.
"I apologize for startling you, young man," the man's expression was full of courtesy.
Shirou, still a bit bewildered, nodded, "I didn't expect unexpected guests in this place, especially at this time of day."
The elderly man nodded in understanding, while his eyes settled on the surrounding landscape.
"I apologize for any inconvenience," he continued. "I simply wished to enjoy an afternoon as pleasant as this."
"I can understand that feeling. This place is perfect for enjoying a moment of reflection." Shirou, now more relaxed, looked at the sky through the treetops.
"It is gratifying and, at the same time, surprising to see the new generations appreciate the small moments of tranquility in life." His eyes observed Shirou with interest, as if seeking to uncover the secrets behind his gaze, while they shared a moment of peace.
Both shared the serenity of the place for a few minutes, immersed in the beauty of the surrounding nature. However, the elderly man decided to break the silence, pulling a small, worn book from his luggage. He glanced sideways at Shirou, who seemed to have relaxed so much that he was on the verge of falling asleep on the blanket.
"Certainly," the elderly man began, "great legends often have uncommon origins."
The man smiled faintly and returned his attention to the book, immersing himself in the reading as he enjoyed the afternoon's freshness. The evening promised to be an unusual experience, a brief but significant meeting point in the midst of those gardens.
Slowly, the scent of hot steel and embers permeated the surroundings.
Shirou opened his eyes with some difficulty. He was in the middle of a desolate, frozen wasteland, where his sight got lost in the infinite whiteness of the snow. The gusts of wind had left their mark on his skin, which seemed to blend with the icy surroundings.
As he looked up, the dense clouds, smudged by the smoke, darkened his view, adding a somber air to the scene. With the passage of time, he regained his strength and closed his eyes, listening to distant whispers of the sound of iron being shaped by the flames of a distant forge.
Shirou woke up abruptly, his breath ragged and the persistent cold on his skin. The scents of ash and steel assaulted him so vividly that, for a fleeting moment, he felt as though he were wielding a sword in the midst of a fierce battle.
"That was quite a spectacle, young man," a deep, respectful voice broke the silence.
Initially confused, Shirou struggled to understand the reason behind his situation. He had fallen asleep in the middle of the gardens, and as he raised his gaze, he spotted the old man in the distance, reading a book. Finally, all the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, and with a sigh of relief, he began to relax.
"I apologize for any inconvenience my nap may have caused."
"You don't have to apologize, young man," the old man closed his book calmly and rose to his feet. "It's just the curiosity of an old man that led me to observe you. I can tell you've had your own challenges, haven't you, young Emiya Shirou?"
Shirou was momentarily stunned by the revelation, but after a brief moment, he responded with an ironic smile. "I can say the same about you, Patriarch Schnee."
"Oh, I never expected you to uncover my identity so easily," the old man expressed his surprise. "I must admit you're a rather perceptive young man for your own good."
"I've been told that on more than one occasion," Shirou stood up and approached with confidence. "I've heard a bit about the Schnee family, but I never expected to encounter one of you in these gardens. It's an honor to meet the foremost pioneer of Dust in all of Atlas, none other than Lord Nicholas Schnee."
Patriarch Schnee was the first to extend his hand in a gesture of greeting to Shirou. "It's understandable. The Schnee family is influential in Atlas. However, each member of my family is unique in their perspective on the world and their aspirations, young Emiya." Shirou responded to the gesture with equal intensity, shaking the patriarch's hand firmly.
"I've received and reviewed every report about the Emiya siblings, but I believe this is not the right time to discuss that matter. I can see it has left you with enough on your mind."
Shirou didn't respond to the statement, but his silence was enough for Nicholas to decide not to delve further into the subject. Instead, he chose to change the direction of the conversation to a matter he had in mind.
"I would like to enjoy a delightful cup of tea I've brought with me. It's my youngest granddaughter's favorite. I wonder if you'd be willing to share a moment with this old man," added Nicholas with a genuine smile.
Shirou considered the unexpected invitation but didn't wish to leave the place he had come to regard as his sanctuary in recent days. However, upon noting the sincerity in the old man's eyes, he finally relented and returned to the spot where he had set up his things.
Patriarch Schnee expressed his deep appreciation and wasted no time in demonstrating his skills. With elegance, he took the cups and hot water, using the renowned Schnee family "Glyphs" to manipulate the utensils and prepare two steaming cups. With a graceful gesture, he offered one to Shirou, who couldn't resist the temptation emanating from the drink.
"I can assure you it's the finest 'Baihao Yinzhen' tea you'll ever taste," he mentioned with pride in his voice. "Due to its smooth and light flavor, you can enjoy floral notes combined with a hint of peach in the perfect proportion. I can assure you it's 'my own magic' with the right tea."
Shirou examined the cup for a moment before taking a sip. The high quality of the tea became instantly apparent, particularly due to its smooth taste.
"I've tried other types of tea before, but this is the first time I've tasted something so different. I can't help but agree with you," Shirou set the cup away from his lips. "This might be the right choice for someone with a sophisticated palate."
"I'm delighted to know you can appreciate a good cup of tea, especially because I take pride in my own skills. I've always received the most incredible praise from my youngest granddaughter," Nicholas took a little more before continuing, "But I must also thank you for allowing this old man to enjoy a pleasant moment in this place."
Shirou nodded gratefully while savoring the tea. "The pleasure is mine; at first, I was surprised by your sudden appearance, but I didn't sense any ill intentions towards me at all. You're more than welcome to stay." Shirou looked at the sky and enjoyed the first rays of the afternoon. "I only apologize for not being in a position to discuss the main topic for which you've come to me. But you can ask me the other question you have in mind."
Nicholas sighed while admiring the Atlas horizon, even if it was only a partial view of the city due to the surrounding vegetation, this did not diminish its majesty. A silent understanding seemed to fill the air as both men got lost in their thoughts.
Finally, he broke the silence. "Young Emiya, perhaps to someone as young as you, these are just meaningless words from an old man like me, but I've found myself constantly thinking about life lately." His gaze momentarily hardened before returning to normalcy briefly. "Life is such a fragile yet beautiful gift. I may have lived a long life, but sometimes I wake up and feel like I've only lived such a fleeting dream."
Shirou took a few moments to reflect on the old man's words but could resonate with much of the hidden message. "This may sound presumptuous of me, but, as you know, despite my young age, both Miyu and I have been through a lot. Of course, my words are not an excuse or justification for our actions, but we've chosen a peaceful path to find a place we can call home," his silver eyes, filled with determination, met the old man's calm blue eyes. "That's why I only wish the best for the well-being of my family. Miyu is the only person I can call family. That is the reason, at least for me, why the weight of life is different from what you might think. Although sometimes..."
"Sometimes?" Nicholas asked, amazed by the maturity he saw in the young man before him. He felt enveloped in the mysterious aura that emanated from the young man, going beyond what he superficially displayed.
"We face challenges we never could have imagined, so every step we take can result in unpredictable things," Shirou's genuine smile faded with the young sunset. "For that purpose, we can say that we're enjoying life, not just living it."
Again, a kind of pause settled between them, allowing both to enjoy a second round of tea. Finally, Nicholas nodded solemnly and accompanied his gesture with a solitary sigh.
"Three years ago, I lost the most important person in my life: my beloved wife, Nana Schnee," the old man's gaze turned affectionate for a moment, lost in sweet memories. "From the first time I saw her, I knew she was the love of my life. Don't take my words as the ramblings of an old man, but one day you will feel it too."
Shirou raised his right arm in acknowledgment, allowing the old man to continue his reflection.
"The life we shared was full of good times, although we also had our ups and downs. But I always knew I could count on her through thick and thin," his voice suddenly broke. "Unfortunately, the end of our story together had an abrupt ending. Her death was an act of senseless violence, perpetrated by a terrorist group composed of people who have not yet faced justice. That was the beginning of misfortunes in my family. In the end, the impact of this tragedy made me realize how vulnerable we are, despite our wealth and power."
Shirou could feel the pain in the man's words. His first impression of Patriarch Schnee had been of the elegance and strength that emanated from his person, but now he could understand a little more deeply the person called 'Nicholas Schnee,' who, despite his apparent strength, had been carrying a profound loss for some time.
"I'm very sorry to hear about your loss, Patriarch Schnee. I can't even imagine what you must have gone through."
Nicholas glanced at Shirou, determination in his eyes. "That's why I've left the SDC company in the hands of my son-in-law. As you can imagine, I have a position on the Atlas Council, but it's only to provide significant support with the use of Dust, allowing the kingdom to develop properly, but..."
"But..." Shirou encouraged, hoping he would continue.
The old man's gaze changed, showing a mix of sadness and melancholy. "At the end of the day, I just want to spend the little time I have left with my family. I want to make up for not being a proper father to my daughter. I want to be able to spend time with my grandchildren while they're still young. I feel a responsibility to protect and guide them to the best of my ability, to see how far they can go with what I have left in life."
Shirou nodded with an understanding smile. "I find that a noble and genuine thought, if you'll allow me to say."
"Of course," the old man replied with a smile. "But that was just the beginning. When I heard about you, the story behind the Emiya siblings, what impressed me the most was not your ability to use magic or that you were from another dimension, from a completely different planet than Remnant. It was 'the appreciation and importance of family you felt for each other.' That is something I respect, young Shirou."
Shirou looked at the old man, completely stunned, analyzing every word mentioned. He was surprised to find no hint of insincerity in them.
"It was my family, my father Kiritsugu Emiya and Miyu, who provided me with the support my heart needed," Shirou said calmly. "That doesn't mean I renounce my biological parents; they blessed me with the gift of life. But what I mean by all this is that it was my loved ones who gave me the strength, purpose, and love in a world that had so often been ruthless to me."
Nicholas nodded with an understanding smile. "You're right; family is our most fundamental pillar in our lives. That's why I've tried so hard to turn my heart into the 'castle that will protect the Schnee family.' But my vision may have strayed along the way. However, it's never too late to correct my mistakes."
"I feel the same way," Shirou admitted with admiration. "Miyu is my only family in this unknown world. I'm her older brother, her hero, so I'll always protect and care for her at all costs."
Nicholas smiled, a gesture reflecting the wisdom of his years. "But that's only half of my question, my young friend." Offering a pair of sandwiches, Shirou marveled at their appearance. "What resonated with me was the sincerity and weight of your words."
"I'm a little lost, Patriarch Schnee, but I don't know what you're referring to," Shirou apologized as he took a couple of bites of his impromptu lunch.
"It's not that I feel like the best person in the world for spying on you while you slept, but..." the old man maintained his hesitant tone as he gazed at Shirou.
"But..." Shirou tried to stop the old man, but it was futile; something in the man's blue-eyed gaze wouldn't allow him to argue.
"According to the report, I became aware that your father, Kiritsugu Emiya, and you aspired to become 'heroes of justice,' is that right?"
Shirou's look became complicated as he lowered his head.
"I don't want to try to offend your memory of your father, young man, or try to change in any way what you might think of me, but as I mentioned at the beginning, those words, the genuine desire behind them, inspired me to meet you in person."
Shirou remained silent, but the brief eye contact was all the old man needed to continue.
"I mean, the motivations of Kiritsugu Emiya and his genuine desire to save everyone are commendable, to the extent that I'm deeply moved. It's like hearing an ancient story about the code of honor of knights combined with the existence of powerful and mythical magic. Due to the beginning of my story in Mantle by introducing the Dust miracle to the entire continent of Solitas, many jokingly called me the 'Dust King,'" the tone became even more vivid and eloquent. "But I'm a little different in my way of thinking from your father, Kiritsugu. 'What makes me happy is being useful to others.' That's why I've never considered myself a king despite the internal jokes. I may no longer wear my old hunter's armor, but this old man, despite his age and illness, meeting you, Shirou Emiya, has allowed him to recall his old dream once more. I really appreciate having met you in person."
Shirou finally lifted his head, not knowing how to respond to the Patriarch's sincere praise. The man's full expression allowed him a moment of deep reflection, and he ended up nodding gently.
"In the end, those ideals have changed, Patriarch Nicholas Schnee," Shirou smoothly resumed his posture while maintaining eye contact with the man. He had decided to reveal the result of his reflections and what he aspired to in this life in Remnant. "I've redirected my focus towards a more personal and close goal, prioritizing my little sister while still trying to make the world a better place as far as I can."
The weight of his words allowed Schnee to see the scope of his dreams.
In the end, Old Nick couldn't help but smile with joy at having met such a determined and dreamy young man as Shirou Emiya. In his mind, he deeply wished that someone like him could find a place to call home within Atlas in the future. He would like to witness the beginning of his legend. The old man had met countless people with great aspirations and ambitions during his life, but very few left as lasting and sincere an impression as the young man before him.
That's why he was moved and deep within his heart, he decided to show sincere support and provide help when the right time came or when Shirou himself needed it. He wanted to become a trustworthy person for the Emiya siblings, especially for the older brother.
"The hope of being trustworthy resides in the hearts of those around you," he spoke as he stood and took a seat next to the young man. "And, as you know, with that hope comes the responsibility of proving your own worth."
Nicholas's words resonated in Shirou's heart, understanding the hidden message filled with wisdom that reminded him of the commitment he had made to himself. "You're right, Patriarch Schnee. My role as an older brother is more important to me than any hero title. It may sound selfish, but I've voluntarily chosen to take on this responsibility and will do my best to live up to the expectations."
Both men continued to gaze at the city of Atlas, sharing kindred thoughts as they proceeded with their lunch in the midst of a silent understanding. It was a brief afternoon between them where their destinies intertwined, creating a special bond that went beyond words.
The evening when Shirou crossed paths with Nicholas Schnee was unforgettable. This encounter left a deep impression on his being, leaving him immersed in deep contemplation. Now, in the middle of the training field at the medical facility, he stood alone outdoors, lost in his thoughts after bidding farewell to the elderly Schnee.
As he replayed their conversation in his mind, he couldn't help but be amazed by the shared affinity of thoughts. But what struck him the most was the genuine admiration that Schnee expressed for him and his younger sister. Every word he spoke seemed imbued with authenticity, and the old man's gaze never wavered during their conversations, always observing him directly with honesty, as if he could see beyond his soul.
The evening breeze caressed his face as the sun slowly descended on the horizon, painting the sky with warm, golden hues. The track within the training field was surrounded by lush vegetation, with verdant trees providing shade in just the right places. The leaves rustled underfoot as he walked, creating a natural melody that accompanied his thoughts.
Taking control of his breath, he decided it was time to confront his own fears, with the mindset to complete the high jump that had been an impossible challenge since he woke up in Remnant. Drawing inspiration from meeting people like Officer Ironwood and Patriarch Schnee made him feel that he was not alone in this unfamiliar world. Thinking of Miyu, he couldn't help but feel a sense of peace in his heart, creating a mix of emotions that propelled him to seek through this sport his own self-affirmation and the definition of his identity.
With determination and desire at its peak, he resolved to surpass his current limits, intending to chart a clear path. Perhaps on Earth, he didn't stand out as a particularly talented mage and lacked exceptional skills, but he was determined to keep striving in this new life to achieve his goals and protect the people he considered important to himself.
The sunset triggered a wave of nostalgia, a feeling that made him relive old emotions, reinforcing his new ideals so as not to forget who he was. Standing firmly within the designated area for the test, before he began, he looked up one last time at the sun shining high in the clear sky. The words of Miyu, James, and Nicholas resonated in his mind, reminding him of the trust placed in someone like him. Somehow, he felt the need to prove that he was worthy of responding with the same intensity; he couldn't afford to let them down, especially considering the faith they had in him.
He took a deep breath and focused on the challenge ahead. His muscles tensed as he prepared for the jump. Although fear and doubt still lingered in his mind, he couldn't let them hold him back. This moment symbolized his unwavering resolution to become someone capable of protecting the people he loved, even if it meant facing challenges that seemed insurmountable.
With a powerful leap, Shirou rose into the air, but unfortunately, he didn't clear the bar. Disappointment was evident on his face as he returned to the safety mat. The stillness of the area contrasted with his determination.
He took a deep breath, allowing the air to fill his lungs before exhaling slowly, as if he were releasing the frustration building up inside him. He focused his gaze on the height of the bar in front of him. His muscles tensed even more as he prepared for the next attempt.
This time, his fall was even more dramatic, but his determined face showed no signs of discouragement. Instead, his eyes shone with an inner fire.
Shirou was far from satisfied with himself, but he wouldn't allow himself to give up. He prepared for another jump, determined to conquer that bar. Either way, he knew he had the whole afternoon ahead to keep trying as many times as necessary until he succeeded.
As he propelled himself once again, his mind wasn't solely in the present. A strange memory crossed his mind, the vision of his adoptive father, Kiritsugu Emiya, came to him. This memory was something impossible, but in it, he could see his father with a downcast look, lamenting his inability to save his daughter, Illyasviel von Einzbern.
Because Kiritsugu's memory intertwined with the challenge he was facing when he attempted to clear the bar, a surge of mixed feelings overtook him, and he couldn't complete the jump. He ended up falling to the ground with a dull thud. For a brief moment, the memory faded, but it left a lasting impression. Shirou couldn't find a logical explanation for that memory. Was it somehow related to Archer's legacy? But that would be an enigma to unravel in the future. What truly mattered in that memory was the lesson Kiritsugu wanted to convey: "A man should never give up, no matter how discouraging the circumstances." That lesson was a legacy Shirou would carry with him to the end of his days.
After that brief diversion in his mind, he regained his focus. To an external observer, it might only seem like a small child trying to overcome a personal challenge, but engaging in this sport meant much more to him than he could describe in words. For Shirou, it wasn't just an act of overcoming a physical obstacle; it was an act of demonstrating his unwavering will to face any obstacle life presented to him, prepared to forge his own path by surpassing his own limits.
Sweat dripped from his forehead, his breathing grew more labored, but he was determined to press on. Although the future remained uncertain, his resolve was strengthening with each attempt. Every new jump was a new opportunity to take a small step in that direction. Shirou knew that, sooner or later, he would clear that cursed bar, and when he did, he would complete the first page of his own story.
The sun slid toward the horizon, painting the sky with ever-changing shades of gold and pink. Weiss Schnee maintained her elegant bearing, her snowy white hair pristine. She was currently on the fifth floor of the upper medical wing of Atlas Hospital, standing in the hallway, her gaze fixed intently through the large glass window, affording her a complete view of the athletic track in the nearby training field.
The gentle breeze caressed her face, but her gaze remained unwavering, filled with curiosity. She noticed a small figure on the sports grounds. Despite the distance, she could discern that it was a boy around her age. Thanks to her education as the future heiress of the powerful SDC company, she not only identified the boy's age but also made a precise assessment of his abilities.
Weiss scrutinized every move the young boy made, noting the technique and physical effort he invested in each jump and run. Her cold, ice-blue eyes meticulously analyzed every detail, forming her initial opinion about the boy's physical abilities. She knew that behind every gesture and action, there was a story she longed to discover.
However, her initial curiosity turned to astonishment due to the decidedly immature actions of the boy, who was struggling to clear the bar, having lost count after the fifteenth attempt. Despite his apparent lack of success, Weiss found the boy's tireless motivation to tackle such a physical challenge intriguing. With her own skills and abilities backed by minimal use of her aura, she knew she could pass the test relatively easily, but the boy never seemed to call upon that support, leaving her to ponder what was the source of his determination.
Weiss's surprise gradually transformed into admiration as she observed the boy's unwavering resolve with each attempt. As someone who also strove for excellence in everything she did, she recognized and appreciated the dedication behind each jump.
She was particularly impressed by the expression on the boy's face, although she couldn't discern it in great detail due to the distance. She was sure it reflected unwavering courage. The determination on his face and the precision in his movements spoke of an unyielding initiative, as if he were willing to overcome any obstacle that stood in his way. The exact features of his face escaped her vision, but the effort was evident in the changes in his posture and movements.
Weiss couldn't pinpoint the exact moment when she began to feel concern as the boy persisted in his fruitless efforts, facing repeated failures. A frown appeared on her young face, but her expression slowly transformed into empathy and compassion because, like the stranger, Weiss Schnee was someone with an unyielding will to never give up. She watched as the wounds accumulated with each fall, but she couldn't prevent the spark of hope from rising within her with each new attempt. Her small hand clenched into a fist, as if she somehow wanted to convey that hope, wishing that he would finally overcome his own challenges.
The atmosphere during her observation was, in a sense, ambivalent. Unable to provide a concrete answer for his actions, she decided to continue witnessing the determination and evident effort in the red-haired boy. A bond of empathy formed as she watched him struggle to surpass his own limits, an emotional connection that led her to recall her own personal experiences that constantly haunted her as she bore the title of the young "Schnee Heiress," despite being only 9 years old.
It was the determination and grace with which he slowly improved with each jump that ultimately captured her attention. She couldn't help but imagine, within her childlike imagination, that a pair of wings would emerge from the boy, and he would escape into the sky in search of 'freedom.' That innocent thought allowed her to momentarily forget her own concerns and become completely immersed in the boy's seemingly 'pointless' actions.
However, her reverie was interrupted by a nurse calling her from the adjacent room. "Miss Schnee, it's time for your routine medical examination," she announced with a kind but firm tone. Weiss turned toward the woman in her white uniform and nodded, feeling the almost hypnotic sensation from the vision she had just witnessed persisting.
As she moved away from the window and headed toward the nurse, Weiss Schnee couldn't help but look at her 'reflection' through the 'mirror-like' windows, feeling trapped and isolated from the outside world. However, she strongly denied that thought to avoid succumbing to 'negative emotions that might displease her father.' Instead, she decided to recall the scene of the red-haired boy trying to clear the bar, finding solace in her childlike thoughts.
Weiss knew absolutely nothing about Shirou, but this had been her first encounter with one of the Emiya brothers. Although they hadn't exchanged words, and their meeting had been indirect, something about that brief observation of the older of the two brothers had intrigued her. Unbeknownst to her, that encounter would mark the beginning of an unexpected chapter in her life, where their destinies might intertwine in ways she couldn't even imagine, or be simply replaced by another person who could be honest with her own feelings. After all, just like the snow that falls silently, fate often can be a promise that can shatter under its cloak.
Miyu was engrossed in conversation with General Ironsides, who had taken on the role of her "mentor" in recent days. Although Miyu didn't know it, these meetings were a true pleasure for Elara, providing her with a brief respite in the midst of her hectic and tightly packed schedule as the military leader. These small moments gave her a much-needed break from her demanding role. As a result, the atmosphere between them was warm and relaxed, and they enjoyed each other's company in a simple yet elegant tea party.
Miyu held a cup adorned with elegant floral motifs, while Elara sipped her tea with an elegance only she could achieve. The delicate aroma of the infusions filled the room, creating an aura of serenity that enveloped both women.
The room was spacious with deep blue walls. The decor included Atlas emblems on the walls and detailed maps of the kingdom covering a whole section. This arrangement allowed the General to make efficient decisions in the most critical moments, thanks to her profound knowledge of Atlas's geography and politics.
Additionally, large windows along one of the walls allowed the soft afternoon light to filter into the room, creating shadows and highlighting the kingdom's bright emblems. Through them, one could see impressive panoramic views of the mountainous landscape surrounding Atlas's military base.
The room was elegantly furnished with upholstered chairs and a large oak table in the center. On it, the most recent strategic maps and military documents were spread out in meticulous order, evidence of the latest missions that had increased the General's workload. However, Elara considered this work her personal mission in pursuit of her kingdom's well-being.
The atmosphere was pleasant and relaxed. General Ironsides, dressed in her distinctive military uniform that matched her perfectly combed white hair and her unique deep red eyes, showed a side that was rarely seen in public. She was enthusiastic and willing to answer all of Miyu's questions about Atlas, separating her own impressions from the city's reality to provide objective and honest answers. On her part, Miyu wore a simple yet elegant navy blue outfit, complete with her new characteristic headband. The young girl listened with genuine interest, filled with admiration for the imposing figure before her.
"General Elara, I feel very fortunate that you've dedicated time to these meetings in the past few days," she said as she set down her teacup, her voice carrying a slight touch of nervousness. "I don't want to sound selfish or presumptuous, but I'm concerned if these meetings might be interfering with your responsibilities."
Ironsides smiled with a mixture of pride and humility.
"Miss Miyu, you are a very special young lady. I noticed it from the first time we had the chance to meet. In each of our encounters, you've shown incredible growth and development. I have no doubt that you could become a future promise," she said as she poured more tea into Miyu's cup. "My support for you is not related to the Project Aurora at all. It's simply my personal interest and admiration for your talent. I genuinely want to see what you could achieve in the future."
Miyu thanked her and took a sip of her tea. Although her cheeks turned slightly red from the General's bold comment, she felt a spark of happiness in her heart.
"It's an honor, but to be honest, I'm not sure I can live up to your expectations."
"I can understand that, but still..."
Miyu shook her head slightly, "Besides, I still have reservations about the meeting with the council regarding Project Aurora. My brother, Shirou, also has some doubts about this sudden situation." But she changed her tone and gestured with her hands, attempting to deny it in an adorable way, "But Shirou has expressed feeling truly comforted by the kindness and concern he's felt from some people in Atlas."
"Young Shirou, I know," Elara sighed as she took a deep sip of her tea, "I've had the chance to talk to him a couple of times." Seeing Miyu's incredulous look, she sighed again as she added a sugar cube, "You have my word, there's nothing to worry about; we haven't discussed anything beyond what you've shared with me before."
Miyu sighed in relief as she glanced sideways at the woman, analyzing her words. After a few seconds, she decided to put the topic to rest, taking a small bite of her pastry and staring at a lone strawberry. "In the end, even if we were to accept, we don't know if we would have the wood and the mentality needed to serve the same cause with the same passion and dedication as you."
Elara nodded in understanding, respecting Miyu's concerns and deciding not to press the issue at that moment.
A few minutes passed as they both enjoyed their respective dishes, and the atmosphere in the room hinted at a deeper but also more personal change.
"I have no doubt that Atlas will respect the decision both of you make," she expressed as she got up from her seat and walked slowly toward the window, admiring the landscape that stretched before her. "What I'm about to say is not on behalf of the kingdom. I'm saying this as Elara Ironsides, as a person," she continued, turning around to look at the girl with affection and tenderness. "I sincerely wish to support both of the Emiya siblings, but especially you, Miyu Emiya."
Surprised, Miyu stood up with a start, causing the rest of her dessert to fall to the floor. Her expression revealed confusion. "But I don't understand," she stammered. "Why would you support both of us when we're complete strangers to Atlas?"
Elara raised her hand in the air and made a gesture. "It's simple," she began. "I want to confess that not everything in life comes down to military discipline. It's also about doing the right thing at the right time, and I can easily discern it due to my... 'semblance.' Although I can't share many details due to my position and the restrictions placed on me regarding what I can discuss with unauthorized personnel, that doesn't mean I can't use it when I see fit," she added with a mischievous smile and a wink.
Ironsides's surprising demeanor left Miyu utterly perplexed. The almost childlike attitude in the General's words baffled her, but it also made her understand that every one of those words was filled with innocence, sincerity, and, above all, a friendship that was difficult to explain.
"Ever since I saw both of you, I could feel it. You are two unique individuals in all of Remnant, and I believe you're capable of achieving remarkable things in the future. My wish is simply to support you the best I can. I know you've been through a lot, but I want you to know that you can find someone you can trust in me."
"If you're telling me this so suddenly, I'm not sure what to say," Miyu's voice reflected complex feelings as she struggled to take in the emotional declaration. "It may be complicated to explain right now, but there's a part of me that really wants to trust you. I can feel it," she added, feeling a slight squeeze in her right hand where her aura briefly manifested. "So you believe it too, don't you?"
Miyu's smile blossomed with the beauty of a jasmine flower, and an ethereal violet glow enveloped her for a moment before disappearing. The room fell silent, but their emotions were on the surface.
"I can tell you've found your own answer. I see a new balance in your gaze, Miyu," Elara commented as she slowly walked over to the girl and embraced her comfortingly. "But you don't need to share it with me now."
Not knowing how to respond to the sudden turn of events, Miyu was left speechless. However, she reciprocated with the same intensity, feeling the warmth and sincerity behind the General's actions. She couldn't help but nod her head as a sweet smile lit up the scene.
"I always find it gratifying to enjoy the simplest things in life, like savoring a good cup of tea in the best company I could wish for," Elara remarked.
"We mustn't forget the importance of a good conversation with those we can truly enjoy it with," Miyu nodded, her eyes brightening with a spark of curiosity.
"You're right, little one. You're absolutely right," Elara declared as she placed a hand on Miyu's hair and ruffled it slightly.
The scene unfolding in the office was worthy of a famous painting. The afternoon provided the perfect backdrop, while in the center, a young girl and a woman shared a sibling-like moment. This was the beginning of a friendship between two individuals of different ages who complemented each other perfectly. Their bond would strengthen over time, with Miyu's legend in Remnant beginning in an unusual way. Nevertheless, she had a long journey ahead, but she had the confidence to face the adversity of her destiny, always knowing that she could count on the people she knew loved her, revealing her deep trust in them.
The conversation between the two women turned into a passionate exchange of ideas that covered a wide range of intriguing topics. Young Emiya, unable to contain her excitement, decided to share some of her most recent literary works. These works had started as a response to her exhausting physical therapy sessions, but over time, what had initially been a mere therapeutic activity had turned into a thrilling hobby.
General Ironsides couldn't help but be captivated by the literary creations, genuinely admiring the depth and creativity that flowed on every page.
"It's amazing how you can infuse so much depth and imagination into whole worlds with your words. You truly are a young woman with exceptional talent."
However, as the conversation progressed, she expressed her desire to know more about the stories Miyu was creating. It was then that the young girl decided to take a sincere step and confess a particular aspect of her works.
"I must confess, General Elara, that more than half of my literary works are myths, legends, and very famous literary works from my home planet, Earth," Miyu said with a mix of nostalgia and determination in her voice. "Unfortunately, as I explained to you earlier, my world was destroyed."
General Ironsides took a moment to respond, noticing the void and the emotions still lingering in Miyu's heart. "I understand that you want to keep the memory of your home and its legacy alive," she added with an expression of surprise and sympathy. "Your words and creations are a beautiful way to do it."
Miyu also revealed that a few days ago, driven by curiosity and empathy, Miss Isolde had offered to collaborate on her little project. Together, they obtained the necessary help to advance in creating illustrations that would complement her literary works. This became a way to collect and preserve those stories and myths that she cherished so much.
As they progressed with their project, they decided on some provisional names for it. However, the title that resonated most strongly in their hearts was 'Fate/Grand Order.' It was a name that captured the essence of their goal. Miyu longed to share with the people of Remnant "some of the epic adventures that had emerged across time and space in her world." Her desire was clear: to uphold the legacy of the heroes and legendary characters who had saved humanity more than once in her native world.
Miyu's determination and her desire to keep the memory of her home world alive left a profound impression on Elara. A warm smile appeared on the general's face, who recognized the strength and creativity of the young woman before her.
However, the tranquility of the conversation was abruptly interrupted by the sudden entrance of Qrow Branwen. The man, known for his sarcasm and carefree attitude, burst into the scene with a mischievous smile on his face.
"Well, well," he exclaimed as if enjoying the element of surprise. "The mighty General Ironsides playing babysitter. I must admit, it's an unusual sight."
Elara, with the ability to switch from her previous expression to her usual seriousness, didn't allow the interruption to disturb her. "Qrow, as charming as ever," she replied calmly, though her eyes hid a spark of amusement. "I was having an important conversation with Miyu. How can I assist you?"
Miyu, on the other hand, observed Qrow with curiosity, intrigued by the sudden arrival of the man. She didn't know much about him, but from her first impression, she could pick up on his sarcastic temperament and his appreciation for alcohol, which she couldn't deny due to the faint scent emanating from the door frame. Although she was unsure of what to expect from him, she maintained an attentive and cautious gaze.
Qrow closely observed the young girl, showing surprise but also a certain curiosity about the person capable of causing such a drastic change in Elara's personality. The girl's reddish-brown eyes seemed to hide secrets and experiences not typical of someone her age, which intrigued him, briefly evoking his own childhood memories. However, he immediately repressed those thoughts. He didn't allow his curiosity to dominate the situation and, with a friendly smile, he approached her.
"Hey, I'm Qrow Branwen," he introduced himself concisely but kindly. "Nice to meet you, little Miyu... mmm... come to think of it, I still don't know your last name."
Miyu stood up and curtsied the hem of her dress to greet the newcomer, responding with a smile to his peculiar sense of humor. "I'm Miyu Emiya, nice to meet you, Mr. Qrow Branwen," she said politely and amicably, before extending her hand in a courteous gesture.
"Let's forego the formalities for now, miss, you can call me Qrow."
"Then I'll take you up on that, Mr. Qrow."
"Sweet."
Qrow nodded with a gesture of respect, surprised by the girl's manners, and shook her hand gently. However, when their hands met, a strange sensation ran down his spine. It was as if there was something unusual, something beyond the ordinary in that contact, but he maintained a hunter's mindset and decided not to dwell on it for the moment, choosing to share a "half-truth" that might ease the slight tension between them.
"Good heavens, you're really adorable, kiddo! You remind me so much of my little niece Ruby. Even though she's only seven, she can be quite clever and adventurous for her own good," he sighed with ironic resignation. "I wish she could learn a bit of moderation and manners like you. I need to have a talk with Taiyang about a few things when I get back to Patch."
"Really?" Miyu asked curiously. "She sounds like a cool kid; I'd love to meet her someday!"
"Rest assured, young Miyu. My little 'rose' is a very friendly and sweet girl, always excited about making new friends. I'm really sure you'd get along with her just fine!"
"Qrow, always boasting about your adorable niece," as they spoke, the General joined the conversation and teased with a hint of modesty. "You can't help but talk about her, can you?"
Miyu had already noticed a certain dynamic between the two adults, but she looked at Elara with some respect while Qrow simply made excuses, talking about Ruby's innate talent and how, if she kept learning from someone like him, she would become a promising 'huntress' in the future.
The conversation between the two women turned into a passionate exchange of ideas that covered a wide range of intriguing topics. The young Emiya, unable to contain her excitement, decided to share some of her most recent literary works. These works had begun as a response to her grueling physical therapy sessions, but over time, what had initially been a mere therapeutic activity had turned into an exciting hobby.
"Miyu, as you can see, Ruby's uncle, Qrow, is quite the joker. Don't take his words too seriously; he's always so witty," Elara cautioned with a knowing smile. "Although I can't deny that young Ruby Rose is in good hands, I'm not sure what kind of influence Qrow will have on her."
Miyu nodded, understanding that she didn't know Qrow well enough to form her own opinion, but perhaps the unknown Ruby had a somewhat 'unusual' uncle. She chuckled softly at Elara's jest and enjoyed the interaction between the adults.
Before the conversation could progress, a sudden sound disrupted the friendly atmosphere. Qrow answered an incoming call on his scroll, excusing himself abruptly from both women and stepping away.
It was curious that both Miyu and Elara couldn't help but release a silent laugh as they silently wondered what the future held for the young 'Ruby' with someone like Qrow by her side. They exchanged some opinions on the matter, with the promise that later, the General would tell Miyu a little about who Qrow Branwen was.
In addition, Elara couldn't pass up the opportunity to tease him for his apparent incompetence in the parenting situation. Still, her tone became more understanding as she realized that the man had shown skills that supported his teaching ability in the art of being a hunter.
Qrow's expression gradually filled with panic, displaying the signs of a complicated story behind every second of the conversation. Miyu also noticed Branwen's unusual demeanor, observing how his previous calm and sarcasm disappeared instantly.
Qrow ended the call with a sigh, gripping a nearby chair, looking tired and visibly concerned. The atmosphere in the room grew more intense as the weight of uncertainty hung in the air.
"I'm sorry, but I need to go look for my younger niece, Ruby. She's in therapy for some personal medical issues, and the little troublemaker has taken advantage of her recently unlocked semblance to escape from the lab-coated people. The kid may not have proper control, but she knows how to use it to her advantage. That's why I need to make sure she doesn't cause trouble out there."
Then, looking at each other, both women reached an unspoken agreement to offer their help in locating Ruby.
"Hunter Qrow Branwen, what can we do to find Ruby? We can't afford to waste time," declared the General with an authoritative yet understanding tone, demonstrating her willingness to be of service. At her side, Miyu showed a determined look and slightly raised both fists as a sign of support.
"You're right, General. But knowing my niece, it's hard to come to a quick conclusion. The last thing I was told before losing sight of her on her way to see Doctor Herberth was that they were looking for her near the medical wing facilities on the east wing. But they also mentioned they last saw her in the middle of the outdoor gardens," explained Qrow, rubbing his temple wearily.
"We could also check the area's surveillance records," added Miyu with her keen eyes. "Besides, even though it's a less crowded area at this time of day, there might still be records of people who noticed her wandering around that place, increasing the probability of finding a recording that can help us."
"I'll get in touch with the guards in the area to confirm her presence and make sure that all available staff continue their regular duties without limiting additional efforts in the search," Elara added.
Qrow gazed out through the large window, letting out a soft sigh. "Sounds like a good plan, but I think we should split into two groups to have broader coverage."
"Perfect, I'll just add a few more details, Hunter Branwen," Elara nodded with seriousness. "You'll go to the last known whereabouts, while Miyu and I will focus on the communications area for a more effective search. We'll keep in touch with you to update you on our findings." Changing her tone to a calmer one, she added, "Also, this is a good opportunity for us to get to know her better, don't you think, Miyu?"
Miyu nodded with confidence, looking at the still-worried Branwen but showing gratitude for the support of the two women in the midst of this setback.
"I want to thank you for showing your support in finding my rambunctious niece and being willing to help in the midst of her antics," Qrow sighed again but with renewed irony. "But I'll make it up to you later for interrupting your evening. For now, I just want to have Ruby back to give her a proper scolding. But after making sure she's safe and sound, I want to express my gratitude once again. Thank you both very much."
Miyu and Elara exchanged a surprised look before showing their determination to face this minor setback in their evening. Thus, the group split into their respective roles with the aim of finding the young Ruby Rose. The scene unfolding around them was a mix of confusion and amusement, but, in the end, the adventures of the young Ruby had left an impression on all those present.
The young Ruby Rose, at only seven years old, had demonstrated a surprising cunning that exceeded her uncle Qrow Branwen's expectations. With agility and skill, Ruby had managed to escape from the clutches of the doctors and was now determined to explore the world outside the cold and frightening hospital facilities. Her sole aim was to avoid the upcoming tedious medical check-ups and, instead, venture out to enjoy some outdoor fun.
The afternoon sun bathed the hospital gardens in a warm glow, making the flowers seem to sparkle in shades of red. Ruby stealthily made her way along the paths, her small figure dressed in white standing out against the vibrant landscape. Her silver eyes sparkled with a mixture of excitement and mischief as she explored the area near the nearby training field.
Her actions were a result of two years of being trapped in routines that left her exhausted. The simple act of taking her "vitamins" plunged her into a strange calm, but she also knew that it was necessary to face what Doctor Herberth referred to as her "issues." She hated being asked about her mother, a subject she didn't want to discuss with strangers. Although Doctor Herberth had been kind, she didn't feel too comfortable discussing that topic with him.
Nevertheless, she had found something she enjoyed. Miss Miller, whom Ruby considered a "Fun Doctor," had shown her creative ways to express herself. Ruby had come to love her recent "sessions" where she was introduced to the world of music and taught to play the guitar. Music had become her favorite way to express herself, giving her a pleasant sense of calm.
But music wasn't the only thing that mattered to her. Her uncle Qrow had been a constant presence in her short life. With his unique personality, he encouraged her to practice what he called "defense lessons." Sometimes, her sister Yang joined them, although she sometimes got frustrated at not being able to keep up with the training. However, she could always count on her older sister, who encouraged her to keep going.
Ruby deeply admired her sister and aspired to be like her someday. That's why she was determined to follow in her sister's footsteps, to develop her version of a "cool girl." Trapped between her fantasies where she imagined herself surrounded by many friends, becoming very popular, and confident.
Unfortunately, Ruby was having trouble with a particular aspect of her life: communicating with strangers. She found it challenging to engage in conversations with people outside her close circle. That's why she preferred to spend her free time immersing herself in the reading of fairy tales. They were the same stories her mother used to read to her before bed when she was younger, and through those books, she found some comfort in moments of solitude.
The absence of her mother was a pain she had carried in her heart for over two years. Although she had the unconditional support of her father, her sister, and her uncle, none of them mentioned her absent mother. Ruby didn't see herself as a child and was determined to prove to her family that she was already an adult capable of dealing with the truth about her mother. That's why she made an effort to show them everything she could do.
At that moment, Ruby was near the track she had spotted earlier. She thought she might find something more exciting here, something that would allow her to escape her worries and immerse herself in adventure. Her eyes sparkled with passion as she slipped through the bushes, making use of her recently unlocked semblance abilities in a unique and playful way.
Her childlike laughter filled the air, blending with the petals that emerged from her semblance. Ruby was determined not to let anything or anyone stand in her way on her quest for fun and adventure. In the blink of an eye, she had disappeared without anyone noticing, embarking on an adventure that no one could have imagined.
Her steps would lead her to a destination she could never have imagined before, a mistake that should have never existed, creating a new possibility. The little Rose was starting the first page of a story that never existed, allowing the 'roses within the basket' to bloom much earlier than anticipated.
After spending about fifteen minutes inside the communications room and carrying out some orders to the staff, they received professional support and assistance to conduct a more thorough analysis of the surroundings. They finally managed to track down the young Rose and confirm her presence near a training field, heading towards the track. After communicating their findings to Qrow Branwen, he sighed in relief, assuring that he would move ahead to find her. Elara and Miyu shared the same mood, feeling happy to have been able to help the loving and concerned uncle.
The General set the pace as they walked down the hallway, noticing Miyu's curious expression as she gazed for a moment at the autumn sunset through the window. With a sigh, Elara decided to share some information about Qrow Branwen.
"You know, Qrow is quite an experienced hunter, but he's also a restless soul," a hint of concern appeared in Elara's eyes. "Like anyone shaped by his profession, he's had his fair share of troubles and ups and downs, but he's always shown he has what it takes to teach in the academic field as a hunter, and he's passionate about what he believes. He's not always the easiest to get along with, but deep down, he's a good man."
Miyu listened attentively, grasping the complexity of Elara's description of Qrow. Although Elara had mentioned positive aspects of him, she still felt something in the background, a kind of uneasiness she couldn't ignore, especially because she had sensed something strange when she had first met him.
Both continued to share their opinions about the man, with Elara recounting some of Qrow Branwen's most memorable experiences. Amid laughter, Miyu received a call from General Isolde, who seemed eager to speak with her.
During the holographic exchange between the three women, Isolde managed to get Miyu to promise to be her new model to try out some of her new creations: beautiful dresses that, in her words, would make her "1000% more adorable." Before ending the call, she could only accept with gratitude while blushing and lowering her head as she received compliments from the General, which increased her embarrassment as she was attacked from both sides by the excited women.
In the end, the idea of spending time with both of them made her feel deep-down pleasurable and fun emotions, creating experiences that comforted her greatly. Slowly, the relationship between the three women was becoming a special bond they sincerely treasured.
As they made their way to meet Ruby and her uncle Qrow, Miyu silently wondered what Shirou might be doing at that moment. The temporary separation between them, even for a few hours, filled her with nostalgia and concern. The question about her brother lingered in her mind as she walked alongside Elara, who, despite her own concerns, decided not to dwell on them, picking up the pace a bit more as she followed her "mentor," who had become a source of support in her "new life in Atlas.".
Inside his office at Beacon Academy, located in the heart of the Kingdom of Vale, Ozpin's mind worked tirelessly, as it always did when it came to matters related to the security and future of Remnant. The room, lit by the soft glow of lamps, was filled with books and scrolls containing the wisdom and knowledge accumulated over his countless lifetimes.
With his brown eyes behind the glasses, Ozpin once again watched the video that showed Miyu and Shirou's performance in the Vergessen Forest. He was amazed by the magical abilities he saw in action. The magnitude of their power and possibilities was simply astonishing, reminiscent of ancient times when "magic" was commonplace in people's lives. He wondered if the siblings had any connection to the Relics, or if perhaps they were part of an unknown plan by the "Twin Gods" or the intervention of a third party. Mystery and anxiety filled his thoughts.
However, Ozpin decided to sigh before refocusing on what was most important. For now, he needed to find a way to intervene. Among his current goals, the most important priority was to finalize certain plans and strategies in each of the kingdoms that could ensure the protection of the Emiya siblings and, at the same time, prepare them for what lay ahead.
Although they were just a couple of children for now, Ozpin knew that both siblings had the right and the opportunity to enjoy their childhood before shouldering the weight of the responsibility that awaited them. They possessed the "Gift of Magic," and even though their origin was confirmed on an unknown planet like Earth, their existence could make the difference between Remnant's salvation and its destruction at the hands of Salem. However, he also understood that the children were not well-informed about Remnant; they didn't know enough about the world and its darkest secrets. After all, they were just kids under the custody of the Kingdom of Atlas.
He sighed again before placing his hands on his face. Of all the kingdoms where he didn't have such extensive control, he sighed once more before drowning his thoughts before they overflowed. "In the end, it's a matter of destiny, but what the present brings depends on us," he reflected. With that determination, he decided to reexamine hypothetical future scenarios.
For the past week, Ozpin had been immersed in all the information he could gather about the "Heroes of Hoffnung." The most striking detail had been the Pfeilspitze mission. He was fully aware of the consequences suffered due to some negative reaction with the aura of both young people.
However, he couldn't help but smile with admiration and appreciation for the title that Miyu and Shirou carried within his inner circle. He considered it fitting due to the courage shown by both on that critical day. Especially because, by saving the squadron led by Officer Ironwood, they had indirectly secured an important character and a potential close ally. Ozpin already had in mind to make the necessary arrangements to confirm a new meeting with Ironwood and have a deeper conversation with him. But for now, he had to focus on responding to the Officer, having postponed this task for over five days due to other equally important matters that required his attention.
The Aurora Project was a constant source of concern, so he had already begun to investigate it thoroughly. The possibility of Salem and other greedy forces infiltrating Atlas was something to consider in the face of uncertainty that they could become a threat that couldn't be ignored. He couldn't allow an unknown force to endanger the peace of Remnant.
Therefore, he was determined to use all his contacts in Atlas to protect the Emiya siblings until he had the opportunity to meet them in person and gain a deeper understanding of their situation. Furthermore, he would start mobilizing his other connections in the different kingdoms to ensure his backup plans in case of any anomalies or singularities of which he had no knowledge.
If everything went perfectly, he could establish a more personal connection with all those involved. Especially because he knew that the children could regain their former potential with enough inspiration and determination before facing the harsh truth behind Remnant, where the forces threatening the world surpassed imagination. With conviction in his heart, Ozpin felt tempted to reveal that harsh truth to them, but before that moment arrived, he knew he had to provide them with the proper guidance, as he had done so long ago with humanity in a past forgotten by many.
At that moment, Ozpin was determined to make the necessary arrangements at Beacon Academy before embarking on his journey to Atlas. He knew he could fully trust Glynda Goodwitch, a talented 22-year-old huntress who had graduated from the academy a few years ago. Glynda had completed her education with all honors alongside her team of hunters and, at times, returned to the academy to make visits and offer her expertise. With great diligence, she guided the young students with classes and opportunities between semesters.
Ozpin's relationship with Glynda was special. There was a connection based on mutual trust and respect for her experience and skills. Glynda was a respected figure in the academy, and Ozpin knew he could count on her to maintain excellence and safety in the institution.
On the other hand, despite his "cursed" ability to reincarnate, in this particular incarnation, Ozpin felt a special responsibility towards the Emiya siblings. It was hard to explain, but something inside him told him that their destinies were somehow connected. Perhaps they were all pawns in the middle of a plan that went beyond their understanding, orchestrated by unknown entities. But regardless of the reason, Ozpin was sincere in his commitment to protect them and offer his expertise to help improve their training.
Ozpin's thoughts focused on the future of the siblings and the role they would play in Remnant's destiny. He was determined to ensure they were prepared for the challenges that lay ahead and ready to face whatever was necessary. His commitment to protecting Remnant and its inhabitants had never been stronger. As the clock moved forward and the destiny of the Emiya siblings intertwined with that of Remnant, Ozpin was determined to do everything in his power to ensure a better and safer future for all.
The tension in the air was palpable as Miyu and Shirou prepared for their meeting with the Atlas Council. They were in a waiting room, sitting side by side, their thoughts entangled in a whirlwind of expectations and anxieties.
Shirou glanced at his younger sister, noticing how her hands trembled slightly. He had always been the protector, the one who provided strength, but at that moment, he also felt the pressure of the situation. He extended his arm and enveloped her in a warm hug, trying to calm her.
"Everything will be fine, Miyu," he whispered, though his own nerves were present as well. "We're in this together. No matter what happens, we'll always be by each other's side."
Miyu nodded, resting her head on Shirou's shoulder, knowing she could trust him. Her voice was soft but firm, "I know, Shirou, but I'm still worried. I don't know if, in the end..."
Shirou didn't let her finish as he looked into her eyes before holding her tightly in his arms again, sharing a moment of silence, finding strength in each other.
"I know we can make it either way. You can count on me to save you; after all, I'm my little sister's hero," Shirou's smile managed to reassure Miyu, who responded with a genuine smile, easing the tense atmosphere in the room. Slowly, as the time to face the Atlas Council approached, their hearts beat with a renewed determination, but their courage remained steadfast.
Finally, an assistant with glasses called their names, indicating that it was time to enter the meeting room. Shirou gently squeezed Miyu's shoulder before getting up and guiding her to the door. They walked together to their encounter with destiny, ready to confront the unknowns and challenges that the Atlas Council had prepared for them. Their fraternal bond was once again put to the test in the face of this new adversity, but the Emiya siblings were willing to face whatever was necessary to protect each other in the midst of this new world called Remnant.
Hello again, here KaleidoMirror says goodbye after presenting Chapter 5, "The Echo of the Seasons."
I hope you've enjoyed it. Soon, we will be entering the climax, as well as the corresponding epilogue. We are at least three chapters away from finishing the arc about their awakening in Atlas, to move on to a time skip and more exciting events. I want to thank all of you for coming this far with me and for your patience. I wanted to create this first arc to establish the foundations of the story and make it clear how the Emiya siblings will impact the plot.
Now, let's move on to the comments and support section.
I want to thank all of you because your support and reviews help updates come faster.
Runs defenseless Anus: Hello again, my friend. I greatly appreciate your support in this story; it has truly motivated me to keep writing. Greetings.
Junipolo: I understand your doubts. You're right about what's happening. However, in this version, the story is set 8 years before the official canon, so Alyx has not crossed paths with Ruby yet, as I explained in Chapter 4. Due to the unique origin and situation in the world of Remnant, there is a possibility of her appearance, but it is conditional on certain inconveniences. We could say she is just a remnant of what she was in life. As for how the Kingdom of Atlas reacts, I understand your concerns. But let's put things into perspective. Imagine if humans had contact with a race similar to ours, but with the difference that they possess superhuman powers or abilities. In that case, it would be logical not to initiate aggressive contact but rather seek cooperation or at least dialogue. Of course, there would be people who would want to use them as weapons of war. However, in the case of Remnant, the threat is the Grimm and Salem. Only the higher echelons and council leaders have access to that information and the existence of magic. Therefore, they know the possibility and the negative consequences if the situation is not handled with all possible precautions. If they were to opt for aggressive action, despite the fact that they could subdue them, there is a possibility that a recovered Shirou could be a factor in the future that could lead to the fall of Atlas or at least be a formidable enemy.
Jjj: Hello, my friend. As I mentioned to Junipolo, due to a breakpoint, a person can go through any situation. In my story, Miyu is 6 years old, so despite her apparent maturity and strength, what she has learned from her experiences with Shirou is that she must be honest with people to achieve something "genuine." She feels that the people she has interacted with up to the previous chapter are "authentic" in their actions. Of course, there are other minor characters who have approached with obvious intentions, which were handled off-screen but will be revealed in time. In Chapter 4, I wanted to explore how Miyu develops as a character, how she relates to Atlas, and, in the end, provide more opportunities to explore interactions and a fuller scenario. We are about to finish the first arc of the introduction to Atlas; we only need the arc's climax and its epilogue, approximately two or three chapters at most.
keybladelight: Hello, my friend. I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I appreciate your support for the story, as well as your review. In the future, I will explore more possibilities, as you mentioned, but approached from different perspectives.
NavyZero8745: I'm sorry you didn't enjoy the read. English is not my first language, and although I'm doing my best, I'm not an expert writer. I'm committed to expressing my ideas as best as I can. I appreciate your comments and constructive criticism. While it may seem like a "Deus Ex Machina" in this story, I always try to explain why situations occur. I hope to be improving with each chapter and will review the previous chapters in the future to enhance them. I highly value your observations, my friend.
vinayakdj1: I greatly appreciate your reviews. Thank you, my friend! Regarding your questions, I understand that not everyone is an expert in dialogues, and English is not my first language. I'm doing my best and learning with each chapter. As for the interference of the siblings, keep in mind they were injured and suffering a negative reaction from the world since they arrived in Remnant. They sought refuge in a cave while recovering and stayed close for safety from potential animal or Grimm attacks, which they were unaware of. When they saw the battle between the Atlas army and the Grimm horde, they decided to intervene. The siblings, with their ideals and a strong sense of justice, couldn't stand by. They also knew that if they didn't help, they could get stuck in the forest and die of cold in an unknown place. At this point in the story, do you think Miyu or Shirou wouldn't fight in the same way if they see an injustice?
I appreciate your insights and opinions. I take your comments to heart to improve in the future. I'm grateful for the trust you've placed in me, and I hope you've enjoyed this update. Thank you again!
PsylentFox: To be honest, I greatly appreciate your opinions, as your observations are something I value. Your analysis is well received. In the first chapter, you're right that the story might seem like a prologue, and the narration jumps in time, but I made an effort to explain that everything was destroyed. I wanted to establish this initial scenario to contrast it with hope and its impact on the story. My vision is that many clues about what will happen in the story are there, and even the biggest spoiler is hidden. Although in Fate, there have been hints of the goddess, as mentioned in the manga, along with her scope, and this is what inspired me to create the story.
I'm trying to avoid using the "second magic" as it is a common trope, and I have made an effort to provide a good explanation for why the Emiya siblings were chosen. I want to show that they represent a possibility that can change the world of Remnant, but it can also harm it more than one might think.
I understand your point, but I can't write English dialogues fluently because I find it a bit challenging, as it's not my first language, and I don't have the option of having someone as a beta reader. But, even so, your reviews and support have given me the encouragement to continue improving in that aspect. I want to think that narration and dialogues are skills I'm slowly, very slowly developing through practice in this story.
Regarding the decisions of the goddess or higher beings, they can be difficult to understand, and it's challenging to give them a reason. In future arcs, I will explore more about this and its consequences.
About using artificial intelligence to create images, it's an interesting tool. If you want to explore its use in writing, it could be a creative approach. In other words, I have trouble transitioning between first and third person in my narratives, which is a significant challenge for me, but it's something I still have to work on to improve in the future. Among my classes, I remember that a blend of an omniscient narrator and character perspective is a choice that few authors can fully achieve, but I want to aspire to become an author who can. I'll be careful with the path I've chosen.
I greatly appreciate your review, and your detailed observations are very helpful. Thank you!
REYZERO: Hello, my friend. I hope you enjoyed the update. I put a lot of effort into it, even though I had difficulties in the end due to the loss of the original version. I didn't feel it turned out as well as I had hoped, but I did my best. I hope I didn't disappoint you, and I appreciate your comment. Greetings!
With nothing more to add, I hope you have enjoyed this new update. Until the next chapter!
