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NERO1002: Where did you see "A Certain" reference? I didn't know that I did one? Also, I had a different idea of the 'multiversal Avengers' in mind, involving the Guide Protagonists.
Ariadne Venegas: Caren is the kind of girl who likes to bring out the worst in a person. And when you realize that Shirou Alter is basically a mild version of canon Angra Mainyu, who she's stated to like, you can be sure that Caren will do her best in riling the hero up.
Chapter 12: Familial Links
"I've finally reached here, Maou Shirou."
In a dark, fantasy-like throne room, Maou Shirou raised his head to acknowledge the one that had blown away his bloodstone doors, causing some pieces of it to be flung towards him.
Summoning a shield glyph to block a particularly sharp piece, Maou Shirou hummed at the woman that had entered. "Indeed you have, Yuusha Caren!"
The woman before him was dressed in a red outfit, along with a short skirt that displayed her long, shapely legs being clad in pantyhose. On top of her long, wavy, silver hair was a red beret, which glowed as it transformed into her Holy Shroud.
Maou Shirou, who had no need for armor, was dressed in a tight bodysuit which had a white haori with sword designs.
With slow steps, the duo approached each other until they were finally close enough that their feet were no more than two inches away from each other.
"Well, well." Yuusha Caren tilted her head mockingly. "For such a demonic being, it's amazingly disgusting how the color white suits you."
Maou Shirou twitched. "I wonder if you'll be able to say more by the time I'm done with you. Maybe that dirty mouth of yours is better served to pleasure my rod instead."
Yuusha Caren's leg shot upwards and collided with Maou Shirou's crotch, only for a metallic clang to resound throughout the room. "...huh. You learned from last time."
"I won't burn you bad enough to kill you." Small balls of fire slowly manifested around Maou Shirou. "But I will be incinerating those pesky Holy Garments off of you!"
The Shroud moved, obeying Yuusha Caren's will to form a shield.
"[Cursed Bombardment!]"
"[Blessed Shield!]"
The shield protected adequately against Maou Shirou's offense, although it's large size made it nearly impossible for her to notice the next move.
"[Blessed Shield: Quartet!]"
"[Cursed Spear!]"
A lance of concentrated demonic flames completely destroyed Yuusha Caren's quadrupled shield, although it couldn't do more to hurt the Heroine herself. Out of the smokescreen briefly provided, Yuusha Caren soared upwards, her Holy Shroud transformed into wings.
Flame missiles flew after her, causing her to dodge about in the air until she rushed towards the Demon King himself.
"[Blessed Hammer!]"
'"[Cursed Rampart!]"
The Holy Shroud transformed into a massive hammer only to collide against an equally massive curtain of solidified black smoke.
With a roar, the Heroine tore through it, only to not find the Demon King behind it.
"Too slow." Maou Shirou muttered as he held up a concentrated ball of flames right against her Holy Shroud from behind her.
"[Cursed Bullet!]"
The bullet fired, exploding with enough force and heat to not only send her flying and tumbling to her back, but also destroying her Holy Shroud along with exhausting her Holy energy as it tried to protect her from the malefic burns.
"And with that, it's my victory." Maou Shirou crouched over her downed form. "Let's see... How do I play with you now?"
"Play?" The Heroine shuddered, trying to get up only for a chain to instantly ensnare and bind her, tightening around her body in a way that accentuated her curves. "So you even had this as well? This is... Ah~" The Heroine shuddered with a blush as the chain vibrated and heated up slightly as it slowly moved against her crotch. "What's... with this... chain...?"
"A personal project I've been working on just for you. Rejoice, Yuusha, for it was your Holy Shroud that inspired the creation of the Chain of Perversion." Maou Shirou ripped off the Heroine's garments, exposing her swaying breasts and groping one immediately. "Ara? No bra and cherry hard nipples. You came prepared."
"Wh... What nonse-?!" Yuusha Caren gasped sharply as Maou Shirou suddenly twisted her nipple, causing her to arch against him from the pleasure. The Demon King gave no mercy, squeezing the soft flesh almost painfully hard and rolling her hardened nipple between his strong fingers.
His other hand ripped through her pantyhose and easily tore off her panties, leaving her drenched pussy up for the taking as he shoved three fingers in, instantly causing the Heroine to clench almost painfully around them as she moaned and jerked about, only being held in place by his chains.
Suddenly, he stopped, uncaring as Yuusha Caren's confused expression turned shocked and needy as he revealed his cock, spreading her legs apart as he rubbed the pillar of hot flesh against her entrance. "Beg for it."
Even though the Heroine sent him a disgusted glare, her blush said otherwise as she gingerly looked way as she wiggled her hips. "P-Please..."
"Please, what?" Maou Shirou teased, grinding his cock against her harder as the chain on Yuusha Caren's body heated up more before cooling down.
"Please, fuck me!" The Heroine screamed as she shuddered from another orgasm she'd been denied. "Shove your cock into me and dominate me, already!"
He pushed in, smirking in triumph as Yuusha Caren tensed up and shuddered, her heat enveloping his cock again as her chest heaved from the sudden loss of her virginity.
Uncaring of her first time having a cock in her, he pulled out and thrusted in again, pushing in deeper than before. "Holy slut."
Yuusha Caren clenched him tighter from the insult, clearly loving to be his submissive bitch. Pressing his full weight over her on the floor of the throne room, Maou Shirou started to pump his hips, relishing the cries that ripped out of the Heroine's throat.
"You're mine, Yuusha Caren." Maou Shirou growled as he grabbed her hair, pulling back her head and whispering into her ear after leaving bite marks over her throat. "Mine to use. Mine to fuck. Mine."
"I... I..." Yuusha Caren whimpered underneath him, her pussy positively dripping as it tried to milk the shaft that was doing a great job in permanently molding her to fit just him for the rest of her life.
"Cum."
And she did. Sparks flew as her body seized up, a sharp and blissful sound stumbling from Yuusha Caren's lips as she came, squeezing Maou Shirou tight enough that he could feel his own peak approaching.
He felt his orgasm hit, his shaft pounding into her as he blew his seed into the Heroine's pussy and he-
"Senpai? Wake up, Senpai."
In the garage, Shirou Emiya lurched forward, nearly hitting Sakura Matou as his dream disappeared into reality. "Wh-What?!"
"Senpai... You fell asleep here again..." Sakura Matou spoke, blushing immensely as she tried not to focus on the bulge below his waist.
"Sorry, Sakura." Shirou blushed as he got up, cursing his unrepentant alter ego for his dream as he followed her inside the house. [What was that dream for?!]
[...]
Shirou frowned at the lack of a reply. [Alter?]
[...]
'Weird.' Shirou wandered at the lack of response that would have usually followed. His Alter usually wasted no time in complimenting the female form, especially with Sakura's swaying ass currently taking most of his visual attention.
If Sakura had just happened to notice his line of sight, it was a total coincidence that she put slightly more effort into rolling her hips while her blush deepened.
Shirou was however forced to look away as he greeted Miyu and Taiga Fujimura, patting the former's head and letting the latter briefly pinch his cheek as he passed her on his way and entered his kitchen only to find a strange woman already ther-wait.
Right.
Shirou Emiya had an aunt, now.
To think he had made an excuse of going to investigate potential blood relations of both him and Miyu's in order to leave the country without fuss, only to return with a real relative.
"So... You are their father's little sister?" Taiga Fujimura began her interrogation, none of her usual childishness present. "How did you two meet?"
"We actually ran into each other in the airport." Kuroyuri Muramasa replied, her gentle smile not showing the tiniest bit of being intimidated. "After hearing what had happened to my brother and his family, I was so pleasantly surprised to see what I mistook for a younger him!"
"Do you have proof?" This time, the query came from a just as intense Sakura. Earlier, when Shirou had halfheartedly suggest she headed home, the look she had sent him sent the vigilante reeling. "Senpai resembling your brother isn't enough to assume family relations."
Taiga nodded in agreement. "Yeah. What she said. We'll have to go to the hospital for some DNA tests-"
"I already did." Shirou mumbled, pulling out a folder from his bag and passing it to Taiga, who instantly snatched it and looked through it's contents intensely. As Sakura leaned over to read the medical files as well, Shirou brought a picture as well and placed it onto the table where everyone could see it. "She also had this."
The picture showed what seemed like a family, except he could see both his and Miyu's younger selves in it. Along with them was a muscular man with the same features as him except much sharper, a gentle woman with red eyes which held a strange golden shine and Miyu's lustrous black hair as she played with toddler Miyu in her arms.
Along with them was an old man with white hair which still had some black in it, depicting him as the maternal grandfather and a teenage Kuroyuri herself, her red hair much shorter.
"After some years of preparation, he had just fully moved in, with you two and his wife, and had just finished creating a small Workshop when the tragedy struck that same week." Kuroyuri moaned, a look of grief overshadowing her face. "When there was no mention of either a Muramasa or Sakatsuki surviving the Fuyuki Hellfire Night, I was so distraught that I nearly lost myself in several vices if not for my father-in-law who smacked some sense into me when he visited a year later. Unfortunately, he has passed on now."
Kuroyuri raised a hand to gently caress Miyu's head. "He would've been so glad to have known that his daughter's children survived."
"Oh..." Miyu blinked, a strange feeling loss she hadn't felt since Kiritsugu's death welling up in her. She had always known that she and her brother had had a family before Kiritsugu Emiya adopted them, but it was a whole other thing to meet someone who had known them as 'Muramasa' rather than 'Emiya'.
"It's such a good thing that you and Senpai managed to find each other." Sakura wiped a tissue against her damp eyes. Even though she could feel the Magic Circuits within the woman which signified her a Magus similar to Shirou and Miyu, and boy, were they were high in numbers and quality, several times superior even to her former father's own, Sakura could still notice the genuine affection in her voice and eyes. A talented magus adult who had "I'm so happy for you." 'And envious as well...'
Taiga herself loudly blew her nose before putting a comforting hand on the redhead's shoulder. "I don't care if you're a freeloader or part of that weird society Shirou and Kiritsugu joined but can't talk about. Stay and catch up as much as you want!"
"Speaking of which, who is this Kiritsugu and where is he?" Kuroyuri asked with some curiosity. "I'd like to give him my gratitude for saving and raising you two."
Taiga wilted. "He's... departed. For 4 years now."
"...I see." Kuroyuri gave an understanding smile. "What a shame."
With a sad smile of his own, Shirou agreed. "Yeah."
"Emiya!"
Later at school, Shirou blinked slowly as Shinji Matou slapped a hand onto his desk, coming between him and Issei Ryuudou. "Hey, Shinji."
"Don't 'hey' me!" Shinji berated. "Where were you?! There was a good sale on bows two days ago and you weren't home!"
"What did you need Emiya for?" Issei queried. "He isn't part of your club anymore."
"He still has a good eye for it." Shinji tsked, displaying some of the still present respect that he had for Shirou's archery skills. "A couple of our own got broken and Shirou could've easily picked out some high quality ones if he was with me!"
'True...' "I'll look at them later, okay." Shirou assented.
Shinji huffed and then crossed his arms. "So Sakura mentioned you found a relative of your biological father. Is she hot?"
"That's what you want to know?" Issei rebuked an uncaring Shinji before turning to Shirou. "Is it true, though? The first part, I mean."
Shirou nodded. "Her name's Kuroyuri Muramasa and yes, she's an attractive woman of 26."
"Really?" Shinji rubbed his chin in... confusion? "Muramasa, you say? That sounds familiar..."
'What... was I doing...?'
This thought plagued Sakura for a good while after leaving the Emiya Residence and continuing into lunch period.
After that incident in which she had 'ridden' Shirou that morning, the girl had been so unbelievably furious with herself for taking things so far.
Unbelievably, not only had Senpai apparently forgiven her as he didn't mention it at all, he still seemed to be interested if the way he had kept looking at her earlier in the morning meant something.
'Should... I try... that again...?' Sakura blushed as she thought back to that moment, never forgetting the feel of his strong hands holding down her hips. She silently shuddered as her thighs rubbed together, aching to have him between them again. 'Maybe somewhere where Miyu and Fujimura-sensei can't interrupt... No!'
Sakura lowered her head in doubt and fear. 'What if Senpai rejects me? And on the offside that he accepts, what if Jii-sama or Nii-san find out?! Nii-san might argue but it still doesn't change the fact that he at least trusts Senpai enough to allow me at his home constantly and is his closest friend. However, Jii-sama might consider devouring him, especially if he realizes how much stronger Senpai has become!'
Both Sakura and Shinji were well aware of their grandfather's constant hunts of durable hosts to extend his lifespan. Even Shinji, as antagonistical as he was, went through great efforts to ensure that not a single person he cared about so much as knew even the street he lived.
If someone as powerful as Senpai ever encountered Zouken Matou...
Sakura shook her head to be rid of that horrible thought. It would not happen.
No matter what happened, Sakura would not let any of the Emiya family meet hers.
The Matou Patriarch had already ripped her away from her old family and punished Uncle Kariya, the only Matou who had not only succeeded in escaping Zouken's influence until Tokiomi Tohsaka's cruel decision, but had also truly cared for her until he died for it.
He could not take Senpai.
Sakura would not let him.
Later after school, Shirou accompanied Kuroyuri into the burn site in order to find the house in which he would have lived in if not for that fateful night.
Luckily, Kuroyuri herself already knew the way, due to her not have amnesia like him and perfectly remembering where to go.
"Here."
Shirou turned to face the destroyed building that Kuroyuri had stopped before, and his nose instantly alerted him to the Magecraft he could still smell of it.
Although he had suspected due to the prana that had been practically rolling off her, Shirou had still felt greatly surprised when Kuroyuri privately revealed them to be descended from an old bloodline.
As in Era of Samurai old.
Rather than the surrounding malice and curses, what Shirou's sensitive nose revealed to him, smelt of persistent steel, unwavering heat and most importantly, nostalgic and familiar smoke.
Kuroyuri sighed heavily, no doubt catching herself from falling into past memories, and headed into the rubble and started shifting it away from where the scent was thickest.
After joining her, they both eventually found a trapdoor underneath it all, the scent practically pouring from behind it now that Shirou was actively searching.
It seemed that the trapdoor alone was what had a Bounded Field over it. Not only did it mean that the house had been completely unprotected, likely why it was so easily destroyed by the fire, but also that it stayed somewhat protected while also hiding the Magecraft of the family from any prying or wandering eyes.
All in all, it was pretty smart, especially if they had set up other small Bounded Fields or runes on the property to hide or suck up the leftover mana somehow.
Kuroyuri raised a finger and drew across her palm, slicing it open and letting it drip onto the trapdoor. "It's a security measure. Only a Muramasa who willingly bleeds for it is allowed to enter."
As if agreeing to Kuroyuri's answer to Shirou's unasked question, the trapdoor glowed before opening up to reveal a stairway. "Cut yourself as well and come down with me."
After he had done so, which caused the stairway to spatially widen for two people, the two descended as the trapdoor closed above them.
Using Kuroyuri's calm demeanor as a guide, Shirou walked down with only the flashlight from his phone as a source of illumination as they made their way further and further down until they finally reached the bottom.
Touching his feet down on the floor, he raised his light up and looked around, only to blink slowly as the moment he took a step into whatever room was in front of him, mana powered lamps started up all around him.
Blinking a few times to adjust his eyes to the light, he turned off his phone light and began to look around, not very surprised to smell the unique scents of Magecraft incredibly thick in this workshop which appeared to be a…..forge?
-he breathed softly as he watched the man continuously bring his hammer down on the red-hot piece before him. But no matter how much he tried, he could not see the proper shape.
*Clang!*
It was a shield.
*Clang!*
It was a blade.
*Clang!*
It was an axe.
*Clang!*
It was an unending cycle. The hammer swung. The sparks flew. The shape remained undetermined. The steel became purer-
Shirou grabbed his forehead as a clear memory from before his amnesia locked itself into certainty amidst the murkiness of his lost memories.
Shaking it off, he noticed that despite the fire and devastation up above ground, this particular Workshop was completely untouched, like its own little Magus' paradise away from the world.
"Here." Kuroyuri handed Shirou a book from a filled shelf he was just noticing. Close enough for quick access but far enough to avoid fire hazards and loss of information.
"{Arcane Records of Muramasa Swordsmiths}? What is this?" Shirou's head throbbed as he accepted the book. "This belongs to our family?"
"This is a record of our family's research." Kuroyuri answered as she resumed exploring the forge. "Our Ancestor's Ideal, our culmination, the zenith we have always strived to accomplish. I still remember the day father passed it on to Akazaya and I."
"Akazaya... Muramasa..." Shirou let his birth father's name roll off his tongue, hating the pang in his chest from how easily it left his lips, as if he had already memorized it but then proceeded to forget it later.
Well, that did happen in a way, didn't it?
"Listen to me, Shirou." Kuroyuri sat on a nearby bench, uncaring of the dust as she patted her side and invited him. "I'm not sure of Miyu yet, but I can at least tell you're actively studying Magecraft. We of the Muramasa Clan are not magi or warriors. We are simply creators and swordsmiths. Right from Senji Muramasa himself, we have strived to reach the impossible goal he aimed for. The ultimate Katana which cleaves through bonds, certainty and karma."
At that moment, something clicked into place within Shirou. A forgotten aspect of his self coming into clarity.
Did Shirou not possess the capability of creating magic swords?
Despite his Incarnation as Sword, could Shirou not create anything as long as he considered it a weapon?
Of course, he could. Shirou may have trained as a Magus, but he had never trained to become a Magus.
Why would something labelled as 'impossible' stop him from doing whatever he set out to achieve?
Shirou had trained to become a Hero.
Argonaut was the persona he had created in order to save others.
Senji Muramasa's Ideal was to create a ultimate katana that could sever Fate itself, far beyond what {Kiritsugu Nidaime} was capable of despite being borne of an Origin that specifically aided in Severing.
Shirou Emiya's Ideal was to save everyone, regardless of impossibility despite his limits as a human being.
Therefore, Shirou Emiya would add on his ancestor's Ideal onto his own. After all, if he managed to create such a blade, it would definitely become helpful to Argonaut later, right?
A Sword which could Cut through Everything could also be used to Save Everyone.
But still, Shirou's naivety prevented him from understanding...
The ability to create a Katana which Cleaves through Fate...
Such a thing is absolutely impossible for humans...
Therefore, to succeed at such an endeavor...
Shirou would have to stop being human at some point...
Shirou must become something else...
Something... more...
Kuroyuri watched as several emotions flickered across her nephew's expression, until it finally stopped on unassailable determination.
Then a small but eerie smile stretched across her lips.
Hook.
"Urgh, dammit! Where did I see it?!"
Leaving from her 'training' after it had now reached late in the night, Sakura stopped as Shinji's voice called out from the family library as she passed it's door, then continued until an arm reached out to stop her.
"Sakura." Shinji had appeared behind her to grab her shoulder, a historical book on the Muromachi Period in his other hand. "I need you for something."
"Shirou... Shirou... Good morning."
Later in the weekend, Shirou Emiya awoke to the smiling visage of Kuroyuri Muramasa above him. "Morning, Kuro-nee."
"Breakfast's ready, so rise and shine." Kuroyuri got up from her kneeling position and headed for the door. "That Sakura girl should be arriving soon. I want to cook some natto tempura so if you don't get up soon, I'll give your share to that hungry tiger woman."
"Don't even joke about that. Since it's the weekend, she'll stay even longer than usual." Shirou mumbled as he got out of his futon, mentally marveling at how his aunt had proven to the Emiya Household that she was just as good at cooking as he was. [Alter?]
[...]
'He's still not responding?' Shirou frowned in suspicion and slight worry. By now, he would have been making tons of sexual innuendos towards his very attractive aunt, especially with how much she wore loose and revealing clothes indoors. 'Where did he go?'
Miyu Emiya hummed she watched her brother at work inside his Workshop, the {Arcane Records of Muramasa Swordsmiths} set aside on her lap. "Isn't she a bit weird? She's settled in with us rather quickly. Is she really our aunt?"
"Are you saying she might be an imposter playing tricks on us? Unlikely." A blinding glow emitted from the piece of metal Shirou was hammering on his anvil, each blow ringing in her ears like a heartbeat of it's own. "Not only does she have genuine blood relations to the both of us and our old family house, even as a Magus, she's so far only focused on studying and enchanting European blades just like we're focused on Japanese ones, meaning that she hasn't lied about our family's fixation. Plus, she doesn't treat Sakura or Fuji-nee with contempt like a normal Magus would. No matter how much Magi pretend, they always let their true natures slip out when dealing with others weaker than them."
Shirou picked up the piece and walked past Miyu, swiftly quenching the new blade in a water trough. "Also, don't you think she's like you, Miyu? Focusing on enchanting rather than forging like me?"
"She's also been rather interested in Arthurian legends." Miyu cut in as he turned to her with the cooling piece still in hand. "You told me that something had happened to Avalon, right? What if's she's the one responsible for it?"
"Miyu, you and I are the only ones alive who know of Avalon's existence in me." Shirou replied he observed the metal before putting it aside to sit next to his sister. "I'll take your warnings into account, but this is a good thing. Maybe with her, we might finally get strong enough to rescue Illyasviel!"
"Maybe..." Just like her brother, Miyu loved the idea of their family growing into a complete unit.
But...
There was just something about the way Kuroyuri acted whenever she had Shirou in her sights...
As if she looked at her brother and was seeing something else entirely. Maybe not something bad, but it didn't necessarily mean that it was good, either.
Still, even Shirou was aware of something wrong regarding Kuroyuri, even if it was something other than Miyu's suspicions.
When he had shown a picture of her to his friends, Shinji had instantly labelled her an S-Grade MILF.
Even though he'd gotten punched for that, Shirou feared that it had not been disgust that propelled his fist into the Matou's stomach.
It had been possessiveness.
She was his aunt. He shouldn't want her like that. Yet, his newly awakened libido clearly didn't give a shit.
Like a seed taking root, the idea of him bending Kuroyuri over the nearest surface and plundering her body for his use was slowly but surely overtaking him.
Where was his Alter when he needed him?! Without him, Shirou felt like his lust was getting rather uncontrollable. In some insane manner, it was like all the perversion that his Alter had usually hoarded for himself was now rushing through him instead.
"Shirou, what do you think of this?"
...right. He was currently shopping with her.
Ever since learning of the Fuyuki City Mall from Taiga, Kuroyuri had taken to constantly shop for clothes she fancied. Especially as she always chose to drag him along as her escort(and shopping mule).
"Um." Shirou gulped, trying and failing to look away. "You look... nice."
Nice was a severe understatement.
Kuroyuri stood before him with a hand on her hip, in a sexy cowgirl getup. She tied her crimson, wavy hair into a low ponytail and wore a black and blue cowgirl hat on her head. As he looked at her blue top, which was split down the center and tied together with strings, it gave a generous view of her cleavage. Along with that, she also wore a simple short skirt with black strings hanging down. Her soft, smooth legs were bare all the way down to her calves, then covered by long, heeled boots.
"Nice, he says." Kuroyuri chuckled. "There's a reason I chose a young man like you as my audience rather than your guardian."
Shirou blinked in surprise and then pointed at the many bags beside him. "So I wasn't just your mule?"
"Oh, you are far more worthier than a mule to me, Shirou." Kuroyuri approached Shirou, bending down to pick up a bag with another set of clothes, while coincidentally(?) giving him a good view of her exposed bust.
"Shit." Shirou cursed under his breath as Kuroyuri strutted back into the changing room. "What Shinji would do to take my place."
"How about this?"
Kuroyuri wore a short-sleeved, kimono-like blouse that was black in color and patterned by blue birds around its edges. Closed by a large blue obi tied around her waist while a black-short skirt went down to her upper-thighs underneath. Showing off just a bit of the skin on her toned legs before being covered up by a pair of blue stockings that ran down to her black sandals.
"That's great on you." Shirou complimented. 'Finally, something tame.'
"Thank you." Kuroyuri replied. "I am amazed at how the Japanese could wear an even harder to wear variation of these clothes daily."
Shirou chuckled. "That may be true but aren't you Japanese, too?"
Kuroyuri blinked before replying. "Right. I am Japanese as well."
She quickly entered into the dressing room, causing Shirou to ponder her strange answer.
"How about this, now?"
Kuroyuri opened her dressing room again, causing Shirou to gawk once more.
She was now dressed in a black translucent top with flower designs. Underneath that was a skintight, blue cloth which perfectly outlined her large chest, giving the appearance that Kuroyuri didn't have a bra underneath her top from how easily her boobs had bounced. She also wore tight jean pants that hugged her butt well, making Shirou wonder how she had managed to put them on in the first place.
"Uh..."
Kuroyuri nodded in approval as she took some more clothes and sashayed back inside. "A good reaction."
As soon as Kuroyuri disappeared, Shirou slowly got up and moved towards the nearest wall and then suddenly smashed his forehead against it, hoping for the pain to distract him. What he didn't expect was for the wall to gain a huge spiderweb crack from the impact, which of course gained lots of unwanted attention if the shouts outside were anything to go by.
"You fool." Kuroyuri rebuked as she leaned through the curtain, her tan shoulders bare and naked. "Come inside, quick! There's not enough time to repair that!"
In his haste, Shirou instantly dashed inside her dressing room, just as a sales assistant rushed in.
"If you are here to confirm my safety, I am alright. However, I implore that you find the cause of that sound immediately." Kuroyuri instantly took charge, dominating the conversation and browbeating the sales assistant into leaving quickly with apologies.
Rubbing his aching but surprisingly not bleeding forehead, Shirou sighed in relief at the solved crisis... only to gawk at the appearance of a new (but technically older since it had just been forgotten) crisis before him.
That was the panty-clad ass of the woman before him, currently bent over as it just jutted against his crotch.
Kuroyuri hmphed as she turned away another sales assistant and leaned back, only for her eyebrow to be raised when her doughy, round butt pressed against his oppressed member, stiffening it up against the squishy, soft flesh. "Ara?"
"S-Sorry." Shirou tried to pull away only for Kuroyuri to press herself against him harder, practically sandwiching his bulge between her cheeks.
For some reason, Kuroyuri didn't reply immediately as she looked at him in the eye. "...well, aren't you a cocky boy?"
"Ah-?!" Shirou's lips were shushed by Kuroyuri's finger as turned around and leaned against him, her head slightly above his as her bust rubbed against his chest.
"Temptation is dangerous, Shirou. I am your aunt." Kuroyuri's voice felt like a whisper against his ears, her hand softly grabbing his and guided it to her bra-clad cleavage. "I am flattered, though. Maybe it is because of your environment but most men in my era prefer their women... younger and inexperienced."
Shirou's breath hitched as her other hand ghosted down and grazed against his trapped member, faltering as the woman pulled the zipper down and gently fished his manhood out.
"Oh... What a wicked weapon you have, Shirou. I wonder how many you have impaled this into... Taiga and Sakura are still beautiful young women who are vulnerable around you... It would be frighteningly easy for you to push them down and take what you desire... Reveling in their moans and cries as you drive into them repeatedly..." Kuroyuri gasped as she ran a finger up the veiny mast only for Shirou's hand to clamp upon her wrist.
"No." Shirou growled through the haze clouding his mind. "I won't... ever... do that... to them...!"
Kuroyuri blinked in surprise... then smiled in approval. "Ah... Of course, you wouldn't... Still, the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. It may be strange for a Magus to quote the Bible but that is still a solid truth..."
Shirou breathed heavily, trying to shake the heavy mist clouding his mind.
"So tell me..." Kuroyuri started to stroke him, slowly with just her fingers. "How many women have fallen to your weapon?"
"One." Shirou muttered deliriously. "Just a day before I met you."
"Ara? No wonder your desire is so high..." Kuroyuri sighed, twisting her fingers in a way that made his cock jump along with Shirou in surprise. "You tasted the sumptuous fruit... and believed you could simply withdraw yourself away from it... So wound up... You require release..."
Kuroyuri leaned forward, softly nibbling his neck, then slowly planting kisses down his now unbuttoned chest (when did my buttons separate? why is my t-shirt seamlessly torn through?), then gave a slow, sensual lick to the cock.
Shirou groaned and held on to Kuroyuri's shoulders for support even as she teased him more, licking his cockhead but never going beyond that as she kept her eyes on his expression.
After so much enticement, Shirou could only take so much, grabbing the top of her head swiftly thrusting his cock into her open mouth.
Kuroyuri herself simply sealed her lips around the staff invading her mouth and started sucking, her tongue traveling every inch it could as she bobbed her head in time with Shirou's thrusts.
Unfortunately, it wasn't long before Shirou felt his orgasm ripple through him like a wave, shoving Kuroyuri all the way down as he released his sperm directly down her throat.
To her credit, Kuroyuri took it all, even hugging his waist as she sucked harder than before, seeming to drain him completely. With a satisfied groan, Shirou slowly pulled back, his cock turning flaccid as Kuroyuri licked the remnants of his seed on her lips after licking his cock clean.
"Well... That should satisfy you for now..." Kuroyuri tucked his manhood back into his pants, smiling at his virility as the cock slowly 'rose' up to disagree. "We can only go so far in public, after all. However, if you ever feel the urge, how about you come to me, okay?"
Shirou slowly nodded, not questioning her mesmerizing words as he helped her pack out, ignorant of the female teenager at the entrance, who kept blushing as her eyes followed the duo out of the store.
Weirdly enough, even his prana levels felt drained enough to a quarter of his usual levels.
Kuroyuri said nothing after Shirou said something about an emergency when he had seen the News detailing a gunfight. But when he had rushed off and left her alone, another eerie smile crossed her lips.
Line.
Kane Himuro was shocked!
Homuhara's Brownie wasn't exactly the kind of guy she'd expect doing something so Shinji Matou-like. Hell, she didn't even think he had noticed the sheer amount of girls he had unknowingly attracted. Girls would gladly replace that redhead woman, on their knees while getting his huge dick shoved down their throats.
Then again, getting a blowjob in such a public and risky place seemed like the kind of thing that casanova would genuinely praise Emiya for.
A lot of people (formerly including her) thought that Emiya might have been simply asexual, considering it a fortunate shame. It was a widely guessed fact that Emiya, while being a guy who would obviously treat his girl lovingly, would still ditch any important ongoing activities with her if someone needed his help.
In other words, Shirou Emiya was a guy who could probably get any girl he wanted but totally lacked interest in actually doing so.
However, today debunked that theory!
Emiya was apparently on a date today! That woman might have called him her nephew (truthfully, their shared hair and eye colors went a long way in aiding that claim), but there was no way they would've done such a thing if it was true!
'Is Emiya actually just interested in older women? Is this even something I should tell others?' Kane seriously pondered. 'Is it something that can even be believed?'
"If what Sakura tells me about Shirou is true," Kane stiffened as the redhead woman's arm suddenly encircled her shoulders, shocking her as she hadn't even noticed her approach. "I really don't believe anybody would believe your words."
Kane resisted the urge to shiver and stared right into the redhead woman's golden eyes, which seemed to pierce all the way down to her soul with none of Emiya's characteristic warmth.
Even now, her form seemed to flicker for a millisecond, revealing something immensely mystical and transcendent.
"Oh?" The redhead woman leaned down until their noses were almost touching. Why was nobody noticing them? The workers and Kane's fellow customers were just walking around them like it was completely natural to do so! "What did you just see, girl?"
"Don't just label me 'girl'." Kane bristled against her better judgement. "I am Kane!"
Even as annoyed as she was, Kane wasn't about to carelessly give her surname.
The redhead woman just blinked before busting into laughter. Not mocking laughter but actual, gut busting laughter. Kane, much to her distress, noted that the woman's grip on her shoulder hadn't lessened in the slightest.
"You... You really crack me up." The woman wiped a tear before suddenly digging her fingers into her shoulder, causing Kane to stiffen up in pain as several glowing lines manifested under her skin, like a bioluminescent circuitry board on her skin. "Hmm... 34 Circuits overall. Not bad for a First Generation. It would be nice to have a side project beyond my main one. Ah, speaking of main projects, how would you like a fresh insight of the world you are about to live in?"
"I-Insight?" Kane shivered, the pain of her freshly opened Magic Circuits already starting to fade away. What did this woman just do to her?!
"Yes. It will require you to question and recontextualize everything you know about Shirou Emiya." The redhead woman put a finger under her chin and pulled it up for her face to her own. "Let's get along well, Kane Himuro."
Argonaut dropped down just as the shootout passed over a minute in existence. The shock of a person crashing down in the middle of the flailing bullets hard enough to break the road, briefly ended the gunfight.
"Argonaut! Great to see you!" Captain Aiho Yomikawa yelled through her megaphone, her tense expression melting into relief. "I'm gonna need your help with subduing those crackheads."
"Fuck you, spandex freak!" One of the criminals launched a grenade at Argonaut, which was promptly caught and proceeded to detonate right in his face.
There was a brief yell of shock and panic from the police and nearby civilians as Argonaut's upper body disappeared in the smoke. However, when it faded away, it revealed a completely unharmed Argonaut.
"Ow." With only a small hint of annoyance in his tone, Argonaut crushed the remains of the grenade still clenched in his fist. After shaking the remains off, Argonaut cracked his neck and took a step forward. "Right. Let's start with the one who just shot me."
"Um..." The crackheads huddled together, all of them dropping their guns and raising their hands up in surrender with clear terror in their eyes. "We surrender. Please."
From there it was a simple matter to handcuff them, while several wondered once more at Argonaut's ability to ignore explosions to the face.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Yomikawa questioned as she approached. "I've got a paramedic on standby. She won't take any DNA or inquire on your civilian identity if you want."
"It's fine, captain." Argonaut heartily replied. "Other than the taste of ash in my lips, the flashing lights in my eyes and the ringing in my ears, I'm totally okay."
"That's not okay in the slightest!" Yomikawa refuted. "Please, go see the paramedic!"
To her consternation, Argonaut only laughed before leaping into the air and blasting off, causing her to scream after him. "Are you seriously flying in that state of your's?!"
Unsurprisingly, Argonaut crashed down harder than he wished, as Avalon's healing aspect was all but gone now, with his still injured hand unhealed.
'At the defense aspect is still strong as ever.' Argonaut thought as he transformed back into Shirou in the empty park and flopped down to a bench. 'However, what happened to Avalon? Ever since I came back, the healing aspect disappeared at an even faster rate!'
Come to think of it, didn't his Alter disappear around that same time?
Back at the Emiya Residence in the late afternoon, Kuroyuri hummed as she and Sakura drank tea together. "I believe that this might be the first time we have been alone together, Sakura."
"Ah... Yes, Muramasa-san..." Sakura replied, nervously taking a sip of her own. 'Why isn't Senpai here?'
"So, what are those horrid worms in your body for?"
Tea flew through the air in a sparkly spray from Sakura's mouth as she choked in surprise. "Wh-What do you mean by that?"
"I am not as insensitive as my nephew and niece are, girl. Well, Miyu isn't but I believe that Shirou is being ignorant on purpose for some reason." Kuroyuri scoffed. "Who did this to you? Right now, your body is undergoing a very slow transformation into something abominable."
Right, this person was an adult Magus. She had always acted so kindly with her own family members that Sakura had almost forgotten. "I cannot say."
Kuroyuri's eyes narrowed. "Cannot or will not?"
"I cannot say." Sakura repeated before glaring back. "But please be assured that I do not wish any harm or ill intent against any of your family."
"Of course, you do not." Kuroyuri rolled her eyes. "My nephew must be emotionally blind to constantly miss the glances you send him."
Sakura turned crimson. "Eh?! I-I-It's not like that! I-I only admire Senpai a lot!"
"Relax, girl. I do not disapprove." Kuroyuri assured as she patted the embarrassed girl's head. "However, I see that there may be some reciprocation in the manner he stares back at you."
"R-Really?" Against her better judgement, Sakura was desperate for what was looking like approval from an adult Magus guardian beyond her own. If Zouken Matou could even count as a 'guardian' as he was. "Senpai might be interested in me?"
"In your sexual appeal, at least." Kuroyuri raised an eyebrow as rather than be disgusted or disappointed, Sakura blushed even harder. "Ara? Is there a story I don't know about?"
"I-I-I-I-I need some more tea!" Sakura escaped away from the chuckling woman, hastily rushing into the kitchen only to run into Shirou. "S-Senpai?"
"Ah, Sakura." Shirou replied as he held up his bleeding hand before the gushing tap. "Um, this isn't as bad as it looks, I swear."
"Senpai, you're bleeding!" Sakura rushed forward and grasped the injured hand as she held it up close to her face. "What did this to you?"
"Just a small accident." From a grenade clenched in his hand. Thank goodness he had already removed the fragments.
Sakura sighed as she tended to his wound, gently cleaning the lacerations and bandaging it up. "I don't like to see you hurt, Senpai."
"Sorry for worrying you, Sakura." Shirou frowned with some regret. He needed to change the subject. "So what were you and Kuro-nee talking about?"
Something embarrassing if Sakura's sudden blush was an indication. The girl squirmed about uncomfortably before speaking. "Senpai, do you... feel disgusted with me... for what happened that morning before you left?"
'Ah.' A furious blush overcame Shirou as well as he coughed to the side. "N-No. I actually liked it a bit."
"I see..." Sakura's lips parted and closed, as if trying to gain the courage to speak her next words. "Do you... want to... do it again?"
'Eh?' Shirou's mind brilliantly thought up as Sakura gently directed him into the storeroom inside the kitchen and locked it behind them. 'Is this... for real...? If so...'
Sakura breathed heavily as she pressed her head against the door, wondering for herself if she was currently in a dream herself, only to gasp softly as Shirou gently hugged her from behind and softly kissed her nape, causing her to shudder as she felt the familiar bulge pressing into her butt from behind.
Shirou groaned into Sakura's hair, idly rolling his hips against her ass as his hands found her breasts and squeezed, eliciting a sharp gasp from the girl who started to push her hips back as well.
Releasing a shaky breath, the purple-haired girl slowly rucked the front of her long dress higher up her thighs and let her hands slip beneath it. Hooking her fingers in her underwear, she tentatively tugged them down her thighs—a glistening string of wetness clinging to them as she pulled them away, let them fall from her knees to the floor—the sight of it forcing some breathless sound out of Shirou.
And even if it was hidden behind the folds of her dress, it still felt bold to slide her hand under them as he watched her.
Sakura released a trembling breath the moment her fingertips dipped shallowly into her pussy and stroked over her slick clit.
Shirou undid his own pants and let them fall as he pulled up the back of Sakura's dress and let his cock rest between her ass cheeks, causing her to shudder at the heat she could feel.
"Sen... pai..." Sakura's breath quivered as she rocked back against him harder, his precum acting as a natural lubricant as his shaft slowly rubbed against her, causing her to finger herself more excitedly.
Shirou bit a moan as he pulled back and let his cock fall away before pushing forward to drive it against her wetness, clasping a hand against Sakura's sharp cry as the shaft rubbed directly against her clit and fingers.
He started to move, shallowly thrusting his hips up as she kept grinding her closed thighs against his cock and Sakura was so sensitive that it nearly maddened her, her thighs shaking as Shirou's strong hips repeatedly drove against her and left her pinned between him and the door.
Sakura could feel it building, swelling up tight in her gut and feeling the shudders already rippling through her as tingles branched from between her legs. Her cunt throbbed, clenched with every roll of her hips—inching ever closer—and she was helpless to stop it when it spilled over, fingers scrambling against his shoulders and toes curling—
Thankfully muffled by Shirou's palm, Sakura released the scream that tore its way out of her throat, cumming so hard it startled her while arching her back against him. As her clit throbbed hard, ecstasy tingling beneath Sakura's skin while her cry tapered off from broken moans into breathless whines.
Shirou's mouth was clenched in a growl and Sakura could feel how his other hand shook as he gripped her hips, could hear the grunts catching in his throat and watching her finish had him so painfully close to tipping over the edge.
With how slick she had become, she shouldn't have been surprised when his cock suddenly found it's way into her pussy.
Still, Sakura was very unprepared as Shirou's cock accidentally invaded her depths and was promptly welcomed due to how tightly she clenched him.
Shocked at the sudden tightness, Shirou muffled his groan by biting into Sakura's shoulder as his hips thrusted hard against her, relief coursing through him as he finally peaked, releasing thick ropes of white into her depths.
"Oh... Oh, no. Sakura, I-?!" Shirou's panicked apology was instantly quelled by her finger daintily pressing against his lips.
"It's fine, Senpai... Today's safe." Sakura moaned as she pulled away from his cock, already feeling Shirou's prana-rich semen being absorbed by her body. "Besides, did you... enjoy it with me?"
"Of course, I did." Replying with utmost honesty, Shirou hugged her close, pressing his face into her nape while missing the utter relief and bliss on Sakura's face. "So... what does this make us?"
Sakura started to rearrange her clothes, prompting Shirou to do the same. "It doesn't have to mean anything right now." 'Not with Jii-sama around.' "I just..."
Understanding Sakura's failure in trying to comprehend it, Shirou placed both hands on her shoulders. "It's fine, Sakura. If you can't put a label on it, then don't."
'Senpai's too kind to me.' Sakura smiled before looking aside shyly. "If so... can we... do this again, another time? If you'll have me?"
"R-Right." Shirou answered enthusiastically. "I-?"
The doorbell rang, cutting off him off.
"Another time, Senpai." Sakura turned and opened the door. However, before she stepped out, she turned about and quickly kissed Shirou's cheek before rushing out.
Shinji hummed as both he and Issei stood before Shirou's house. He was just about to ring the doorbell again when the smoking hot lady herself opened the door, dressed in what was supposed to be a conservative dress but was flat out sexy when coupled with her body proportions.
"My, how nice." Kuroyuri smiled as she welcomed them. "Are you two friends of Shirou?"
Before either boy could respond, Sakura suddenly appeared at the door as well before halting at the sight of her brother. "Nii-sa-"
"Grandfather wants to see you." Shinji cut off whatever Sakura was about to say, causing the girl to pale. "Get going."
"...alright." Sakura responded in a demure manner, blankly greeting Issei as she left.
"Is she alright?" Issei questioned.
"...no. And there's nothing we can do about it anyway." Before Issei could inquire into that worrisome tidbit, Shinji went inside just in time to encounter Shirou. "Hey, Emiya! Mind having us over for dinner?"
"What... are you both doing here?" Shirou asked in confusion. How unfortunate that it was one of those evenings when Taiga wasn't present.
"Shinji and I wanted to meet your new family member." Issei explained. "Sorry for the intrusion."
"It's fine." Shirou replied. "I need to go increase dinner and alert Miyu. Go take a seat and have some oranges while you wait."
"Welcome home, Sakura." Zouken Matou greeted as he absentmindedly watched his worms devour a bear's carcass in the pit. However, his attention was suddenly taken back as soon as Sakura stepped close enough. "Hoh?"
Swifter than Sakura could react, the Wraith approached and placed his hand directly over her abdomen. "Such vitality. It seems that there might be a tangible benefit from your constant companionship with the Emiya boy."
"W-What do you mean, Jii-sama?" Sakura questioned.
"In order for the Lust Worms within to be satiated before they grew strong enough to fry your mind, I was going to persuade Shinji into assaulting you." Zouken casually revealed, uncaring of the sheer evil and depravity in his sentence. "Not those small things where he just satisfies himself with your mouth, but actual coitus."
Likewise, Sakura's reaction was only that of muted surprise, without the tiniest outward display of disgust or outrage. However, deep in the recesses of her soul, a small but strong voice clearly stated it's mind.
'Senpai already knows my body and has loved it. Nii-san cannot have it anymore. I won't let him.'
Unaware of Sakura's silent rebellion, Zouken burst out laughing, his cackling as cold and damp and disgusting as the Worms that composed of his body. "However, Shinji is utterly hopeless as a Magus! The Emiya boy, on the other hand, looks like a far worthier prospect. Can you not feel how utterly satisfied the Worms are within your body, Sakura?"
Unfortunately, Sakura agreed with Zouken on that. Whenever the Worms in her body acted up, she was reduced to either masturbating furiously or letting Shinji use her as he wished. Now, even as she fondly remembered her time with Shirou, the Worms stirred feebly, like a creature acknowledging a delicious meal but still too satisfied with the previous one it had.
"What a shame." Zouken mused. "And I was actually considering making him my next host. He looked like he would've lasted pretty long."
It was brief.
It was smaller than an instant.
But in that millisecond, Zouken Matou felt the fear of Death for the first time in five hundred years as his world became blacker than an abyss.
He could not see. He could not hear. He could not feel even his own Worms.
WANT
ME
TO
EAT
YOU,
WORM?
Then it was gone, leaving Zouken in confusion as Sakura did nothing but keep staring downwards.
'Did she... No... that's impossible.' Shaking off that worrying thought, Zouken tapped his walking stick on the stone floor, causing the worms in the pit to start squirming up the walls and stairs towards Sakura. "It is time for your 'training', Sakura."
"Yes, Ojii-sama." Sakura quietly undressed as her eyes went even blanker than before, retreating deep into her blackened mind while her body became besieged by hundreds of worms.
As she was drowned into them, Sakura imagined the feel of warm arms encircling her and hoped it to not be a dream.
Around the dinner table, everyone was gathered together as they ate while Kuroyuri led the conversation.
"You must be Issei Ryuudou." Kuroyuri said to Issei, who nodded in acknowledgement while adjusting his glasses. "Thank you for taking care of my nephew."
"Not at all..." Issei replied. "I am glad myself that Emiya-kun was able to find and meet you."
"And you are Shinji Matou, right?" Kuroyuri turned to Shinji, who haughtily flipped his hair. "Thank you for constantly watching Shirou's back. I'm actually worried about how blasé he is whenever people of all sorts ask him for favors."
"Keh! Emiya's just hopeless like that!" Shinji replied with a scoff, causing Miyu to quietly snicker at the overly grandiose gestures he made. "No need to worry, though. I'm quite capable of terrifying those who try that kind of stuff."
"I'm glad that my nephew has such reliable friends." Kuroyuri cheered. "That's Shirou for you. Although, I do wonder if he has any female friends other than Sakura."
"Onii-chan attracts too many girls." Miyu revealed without preamble. "There wouldn't be any space present at the table if you called for those interested in him."
"Miyu, don't make jokes like that." Shirou scolded, unaware of Shinji's envious huff and Issei's exasperated sigh.
"Hey, should I lock him in some closet with a girl from my club or your council?" Shinji whispered. "I'm pretty sure that at least half of the girls in my club are still hoping he'll 'come 'back to them'."
"There's only one girl currently in the student council, Matou." Issei whispered back. "I can't afford to sacrifice her, regardless of how annoying Emiya-kun's obliviousness can become!"
At that moment, Shinji's phone started to buzz, causing him to excuse himself from the table.
"What is it, Sakura?"
"Nii-san, regarding the thing you wanted my help with before, I wanted you to know that I've finished searching through it." Sakura called from the house phone, being unpermitted to own a phone of her own.
"So, did you find her?"
"No." Sakura replied as she looked at the book in her hands. "It's understandable, though."
"What do you mean?"
Sakura made a confused sound before replying. "Kuroyuri Muramasa is a Magus. Were you not searching information on her because of that, Nii-san?"
"...what?"
"...what?" Shinji gasped. "She's a Magus?! But if that's true, then... Sakura... Emiya and his sister... are they...?"
"...yes. But Senpai hasn't lied about anything beyond that! His personality is still as honest as we thoug..."
Shinji didn't hear anymore. Shirou Emiya was a Magus. That moron was a Magus. 'All this time, had he been mocking my lack of ability?!'
"That treacherous little-"
"That's rather cruel." Kuroyuri spoke lightly, causing Shinji to suddenly note her presence behind him. "It's horrible to believe your friend betrayed you by simply not telling you all aspects of his life."
"You-?!" Shinji's words were cut off as Kuroyuri's fist sunk into his gut, causing him to drop his phone and watch uselessly as she stomped it hard enough to break the wooden floor.
"Kuro-nee! Shinji!" Shirou, Miyu and Issei rushed into the hallway, the former blanching as he saw Shinji's state. "Shinji! What happened to you?!"
"Shut up!" Shinji growled. "I don't any pity from you, Magus!"
While Issei frowned in confusion, Shirou and Miyu flinched before the latter asked. "What's going on, Kuro-nee?"
Kuroyuri turned about to face them, her usually sunny warm eyes now cold as topaz as she sighed in resignation. "I was going to see how far I could take this, but I guess this is it."
"...what?" Shirou gasped in disbelief while Miyu manifested her sword. "What are you talking about?! Answer me, Kuro-nee!"
Kuroyuri stepped forward. "Shirou, your abilities are certainly fascinating. Normally, an Incarnation would have their expertise narrowed into an area where they would easily surpass all others and trespass into the impossible. However, you are descended from a clan that specifically dabbled in the art of creation, even if focused on weapons."
With every step Kuroyuri took forward, Shirou took one back. Even now, Kuroyuri's words went uninterrupted.
No.
It was more like for whatever reason, nobody dared to interrupt her.
"With that prowess in your blood combined with your Magecraft, you could- No. You will trespass into the domain of the First Magic. I do not know if Senji Muramasa somehow gained future knowledge of your existence, but I am quite sure that you have a very high chance of accomplishing the passed on Ideal. However, you're still too human weak. The sheer versatility you possess is immense but your raw power is too lacking. Unfortunately, I cannot just take your abilities as it would deny the realization of their full potential."
Kuroyuri finally stopped before Shirou and held his chin. "Therefore, it is only obvious that I take you as well."
And that was enough to break whatever spell holding the others in place.
Miyu swung her wakizashi blade, light forming and extending around it's end to pierce through Kuroyuri!
Issei swiftly utilized the martial arts taught to him by both his brother and Souichirou Kuzuki, bringing his leg about for a devastating kick!
Even Shinji, maybe out of jealous rage for being attacked then ignored for Shirou or out of the miniscule protective instinct he still had left, threw himself forward as he cocked his fist!
While as all three attacked at once, Kuroyuri simply snapped her fingers.
Enveloping the entire house in a flash of black light!
Shirou moaned weakly, unable to speak as Kuroyuri kept her mouth over his, holding his head with her hands so that he couldn't even move it away while she straddled him.
With a throaty moan, she pulled back, letting the glowing flowers around her illuminate her body as she transformed back into her true form.
Neck length, wavy, red hair transformed into knee length, straight, silver hair. Tan skin became pale with red Fae tattoos above her cleavage and abdomen. Golden eyes became emerald.
Even her clothes changed as well, completing her transfiguration from 'Kuroyuri Muramasa' into Morgan le Fay.
"Who... Who are you?" Shirou spoke as he tried to move, despite the numerous enchantments binding him. "What did you do to the real Kuroyuri Muramasa?!"
"I am Morgan le Fay and 'Kuroyuri Muramasa' was never real." Morgan spoke as she leaned forward, draping her entire body over Shirou's as a golden dagger manifested in her hands. "And from now on, you are mine."
With that said, she reared back and sunk the blade into Shirou's chest.
Within Shirou's body, the Scabbard completed it's Alteration.
Sinker.
The World of Avalon.
It was a paradise, with everlasting days over peaceful landscapes, which possessed the greenest of trees, the pinkest of flowers and the bluest of rivers and lakes.
It was into one of these lakes that Miyu, Shinji and Issei splashed into after an orb of bluish darkness appeared and released them there.
For one brief second, Miyu marveled at the sheer beauty of the underwater world, teaming with fishes that she had never seen or heard of.
*CRACKLE!*
*SURGE!*
Then pain filled her, her Magic Circuits screaming as the sheer mana density in the environment ripped though her Od.
Close to her, Issei and Shinji were no different, only being spared slightly less pain due to not possessing opened Circuits of their own.
"Oh, dear."
The trio disappeared from the water only to appear before a figure in white. Before any of them could respond, all of them had a bread-like substance forced into their mouths and down their throats, simultaneously stopping the pain and knocking them unconscious.
"Such madness you possess, Morgan." The figure dramatically proclaimed before chuckling to himself and revealing himself to be Merlin. "Then again, I can't call you boring!"
Stats
Alias: The Queen of Fairies, the Black Madonna, The Primeval Cursed Witch of the British Isles
True Name: Morgan le Fay
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Sex: Female
Strength: B
Endurance: D
Agility: D
Mana: A
Luck: C
NP: A
Personal Skills
Villain Creation (Rank EX): The techniques and arts to artificially give birth to and raise an "Usurper". Morgan owns this skill due to creating Mordred the Knight of Treachery and forever imprinting her as the most infamous wicked knight into Human History.
Charisma (Rank D): As the firstborn daughter of King Uther Pendragon, Morgan possesses the talent to command others. However, it is low due to her never gaining the loyalty of others beyond any other means than manipulation.
Item Construction (Rank A++): Morgan is capable of creating various weapons and tools of immense capabilities. Not only is she responsible for the creation of Clarent and it's wielder Mordred, she is also said to be almost capable of replicating the creation of Excalibur but lacks the ability to "Understand" such a sword's purpose as she is not an Incarnation of Sword. Merlin is rightfully terrified of someone like Shirou Emiya under her thrall.
Mystic Codes & Noble Phantasms
Erosion - Penetrating Blade of Gold (Rank E~B: Anti-Unit): This is a golden dagger which has the ability to sever the mind and soul from the body, as well as allow the user to slip something else into the body, spirit, and soul of its victim. According to legend, it can also transforms into a different weapon for different wielders, altering it's shape to fit their mindsets.
Primeval Blackening - Dark Dragon Curse of the British Isles (Rank A+++): This is the power granted to the avatar of Britain itself, allowing Morgan to be clad in the primordial darkness that had once dominated the lands. It can only be countered by Excalibur's primordial light and is only available if Morgan herself steps foot in her home country.
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