The soft morning light filtered through the small windows of their shared flat, casting a warm glow over the modest dining table where Shirou, Rin, and Sakura sat. The air was filled with the scent of fresh toast and eggs, a simple yet hearty breakfast prepared by Shirou as part of their daily routine. A peaceful calm hung in the air, but it was only a matter of time before their conversations turned to the day's looming trials.

Rin sat with her usual air of confidence, occasionally sipping her tea while reading through a book she had balanced on her lap, undoubtedly studying some advanced Magecraft theories. Sakura, sitting beside her, smiled softly as she glanced at Shirou, who was intently focused on eating, clearly lost in thought about what awaited them at the Clock Tower.

"So," Rin started, glancing over the edge of her book, "what's on the schedule for today?"

Sakura was the first to answer, her tone light but with a hint of nervousness. "I have a General Fundamentals lecture in the morning with Professor Kayneth's assistant. He's strict but... fair, I think." She gave a small, encouraging nod, though it was clear that thoughts of the test were weighing on her mind. "Then, in the afternoon... the test."

Shirou, who had been quietly eating, lifted his gaze. "Same here. I'll be in the General Fundamentals lecture too, but afterward..." He trailed off, the weight of the test sinking in. It was impossible not to think about it. His journey as a mage had always been unconventional, to say the least. A part of him was still unsure if he even belonged in the Clock Tower, let alone one of its most esteemed departments.

Rin noticed the subtle shift in mood and gave a small, reassuring smirk. "Ah, yes, the big day for both of you. Today's the day you prove whether you're Clock Tower material or just amateurs." Her teasing tone was meant to lighten the atmosphere, but her words carried a sharper edge of truth. Tests at the Clock Tower were never mere formalities; they were designed to push mages to their limits, and she knew that better than anyone.

Sakura gave a soft laugh, though it was clear she shared Shirou's quiet anxiety. "It'll be fine, right?" she asked, more to reassure herself than anyone else. "We've prepared for this, after all."

Shirou nodded, though he wasn't entirely convinced. "Yeah... we've trained hard."

Rin closed her book with a snap and leaned forward, her smirk turning into a confident grin. "Of course, it'll be fine. You two have come this far already. If you can handle the Holy Grail War, you can handle this." She stood, placing a hand on her hip, her usual energetic assertiveness taking over. "Besides, it's not like you're going in unprepared. You've got talent."

Shirou raised an eyebrow at her. "You make it sound so simple."

Rin rolled her eyes dramatically. "Well, it *is* simple when you're a prodigy like me." Her mock arrogance was almost convincing, but Shirou knew she was simply trying to keep them from overthinking. "In any case, just don't mess up. No pressure."

Sakura stifled a giggle as Shirou gave a sigh of resignation, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "No pressure at all, huh?"

Rin gave a satisfied nod, clearly pleased with her attempt to keep their spirits high. "Exactly. Now finish up, or you'll be late."

After breakfast, the trio left their flat and made their way through the bustling streets of London, heading toward the Clock Tower. The towering institution of Magecraft loomed ahead, its ancient stone walls and spires both majestic and intimidating. For Shirou and Sakura, this place still felt alien—despite the time they had spent here, it was hard to shake off the feeling that they didn't quite belong.

As they walked, Sakura glanced at Shirou, then tentatively brought up the topic that had been on her mind since breakfast. "Shirou... have you thought much about your test at the Creation Department? I mean... what do you think they'll have you do?"

Her question hung in the air for a moment before Shirou responded, his brow furrowed slightly. "I've been thinking about it, yeah... but honestly? I don't know. I mean, I'm sure it'll involve creating something for me, but what exactly? It's hard to say."

Sakura nodded thoughtfully, her fingers gripping the strap of her bag a little tighter. "I've heard that the Department of Curses has some pretty... intense tests." She shivered slightly at the thought, her voice lowering. "They say it pushes you to face your worst fears."

Shirou gave her a sidelong glance, his expression softening. "You'll be fine. You've already overcome a lot more than most mages have ever had to face. Whatever it is, I know you'll handle it."

Sakura smiled at his words, but before she could respond, Rin—who had been walking ahead—turned around, smirking. "Nervous, are we?" she teased, looking at both of them. "Don't worry, it's not like they're going to throw you into some death trap." She paused for a second, reconsidering. "Well... maybe just a little."

Shirou shot her a flat look, clearly unimpressed with her attempt at humor. "You're really bad at this comforting thing, you know."

Rin just shrugged, utterly unbothered. "Hey, I'm just preparing you for reality. You should be thanking me." She quickened her pace slightly, walking backwards as she spoke, giving them both a mischievous grin. "You're about to step into a whole new world of Magecraft, so you need to be ready for anything."

Sakura let out a small sigh, though there was a hint of a smile on her lips. "I suppose you're right... It's just a bit daunting, that's all."

Rin's grin softened into something more reassuring. "Listen, these tests are meant to push you. They're not just a formality. But you've both come a long way." Her voice softened just a touch, a rare moment of sincerity from the usually fiery mage. "You're stronger than you think."

They continued walking, Rin leading them confidently through the winding corridors of the Clock Tower, her familiarity with the place clear in the way she navigated its labyrinthine halls. Shirou and Sakura exchanged a glance—Rin's teasing had certainly helped, but the weight of the tests still lingered.

As they approached the lecture hall for General Fundamentals, where Shirou and Sakura would attend their morning class, Rin paused. She gave them a brief look, her teasing smirk back in full force. "Just remember: don't get too comfortable. Your real challenge is still ahead of you."

Shirou couldn't help but roll his eyes, though there was a faint smile on his lips. "Right. We'll try not to let you down."

Sakura, though still nervous, nodded more resolutely. "We won't."

With a final wave, Rin turned and headed toward her own class in the Modern Magecraft Theory department, leaving Shirou and Sakura standing at the door of the lecture hall at the General Fundamental Class. For a moment, they simply stood there, taking in the gravity of what lay ahead.

Shirou took a deep breath and glanced at Sakura. "Well, shall we head to our class now?"

She met his gaze and nods. "Sure."

With that, they entered the class, ready to learn what the Class has in store for them.

The courtyard of the Clock Tower was a rare oasis of calm amidst the otherwise bustling academic world of mages. A small, neatly kept garden with scattered benches, it offered the kind of peaceful respite that was hard to find elsewhere within the institution's ancient walls. The faint rustling of leaves in the breeze and the occasional chirp of birds provided a soothing backdrop to the trio's casual lunch.

After attending their morning classes. The trio decided to have lunch together at the courtyard before Shirou and Sakura have to undergo the test to join the Department of their choosing later that afternoon.

Rin, Shirou, and Sakura sat on one of the stone benches, a small wicker basket placed between them, the remnants of a light meal they'd shared while talking about the day ahead. The afternoon sun cast a gentle glow on the garden, giving it a surprisingly serene atmosphere. It was almost enough to make Shirou forget about the looming tests—but not quite.

"Such a nice day for a test of life and death, huh?" Rin remarked with a grin, leaning back against the bench and stretching her arms behind her head. She seemed perfectly at ease, her usual confidence radiating from her. "I remember when I had my first test to join the Department of Mineralogy. Ah, good times."

Shirou glanced at her, unable to hide his slight frown. "Good times? You make it sound like it was a walk in the park."

Rin chuckled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Well, it wasn't a picnic, I'll admit. But it's not as bad as you think." She shot him a teasing look. "Besides, it's not like you're going in blind. You've faced worse, right?"

"That doesn't exactly make me feel better, Rin," Shirou muttered, though a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He reached for one of the last remaining sandwiches, chewing slowly as his mind wandered back to the test that awaited him. The Department of Creation wasn't known for going easy on new recruits, and although his Projection Magecraft was his strong suit, there was always that lingering doubt. What if it wasn't enough?

Noticing the way Shirou's brow furrowed, Rin shook her head, amused. "You're overthinking it, as usual. Honestly, you're going to wear yourself out before the test even starts at this rate."

Sakura, sitting quietly beside them, offered Shirou a soft, reassuring smile. She had finished her meal already, her hands resting in her lap as she gazed around the courtyard. Despite her quiet demeanor, there was a sense of quiet determination in her posture. Her thoughts, however, weren't far from Shirou's own worries.

"I'm sure you'll do fine, Shirou," Sakura said softly. "You've been practicing every day, after all. The test is just a chance to show what you've already mastered." She hesitated for a moment, her voice lowering slightly. "I'm a little nervous too... but I think we're ready for this."

Rin looked between the two of them, her expression softening as she realized just how tense they both were. "You know," she started, leaning forward slightly, "the test is important, yes. But it's not about being perfect or showing off every spell you've ever learned. It's about showing who you are as a mage. And in that sense, both of you already have more than enough to pass."

Sakura tilted her head slightly, her gaze shifting from Rin to the courtyard around them. The Department of Curses and Lore... it still felt surreal to think she was even considering joining such a path. She'd come so far since leaving the Matou family, yet the insecurities still lingered, like faint scars that hadn't quite healed. She wondered if the people assessing her would see that. Would they see her past, her connection to the dark magic of the Matous? Or would they see the Sakura she had worked so hard to become?

"It's just... I wonder if they'll look at me and see..." Sakura paused, her voice faltering.

Rin, who had been taking a sip of tea from a small flask, paused mid-drink and turned to look at her. "See what? A mage who's got more talent than half the students here? Because that's what they should see."

Sakura gave a small, hesitant laugh. "Maybe. But I can't help but feel like my past might be... hard to ignore."

"Forget about them," Rin said dismissively, waving her hand as if brushing away the very idea. "The past doesn't define you. If anything, it's what you do *now* that matters. And honestly, you've already proven more than enough just by being here." She smiled, a rare, genuine softness in her expression. "You're stronger than you think, Sakura. You've already left the Matou legacy behind."

Sakura looked at Rin for a moment, the weight of her words sinking in. Her smile returned, warmer and more assured. "Thank you, Rin."

Shirou, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke up, his voice thoughtful. "Rin's right. What matters now is that you're moving forward, not what's behind you." His gaze shifted to the sky above, as if searching for answers there. "We all have things we regret, but we can't let that hold us back. Not anymore."

Sakura nodded, her resolve strengthening as she heard Shirou's words. She wasn't alone in this—both Rin and Shirou were there with her, and that made all the difference.

Rin, sensing the shift in mood, gave a sharp clap of her hands, startling both of them slightly. "Alright! Enough with the serious talk. You're going to give me wrinkles if you keep brooding like this." She stood up and stretched, looking down at Shirou and Sakura with an exaggerated sigh. "Honestly, the two of you are way too intense sometimes. Just relax a little, will you?"

Shirou couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head as he stood as well. "You're one to talk, Rin. You're always the first to overthink things."

Rin crossed her arms, feigning a look of outrage. "Me? Overthink? I'm *always* calm and collected. Unlike *you, Mister 'I'm going to save the world with sheer willpower.'"

Shirou raised an eyebrow, giving her a skeptical look. "Right, because arguing with Luvia every time you see her is the picture of calm."

Sakura let out a quiet laugh, covering her mouth with her hand as Rin's expression shifted into mock indignation. "That's different! Luvia's... Luvia! I'm perfectly calm in every other situation."

Shirou and Sakura exchanged a look, their smiles growing wider as Rin continued to rant, clearly trying to distract them from their nerves with her usual antics. It worked, at least in part—the tension from earlier had eased considerably, and for a moment, the weight of the upcoming tests didn't feel quite so heavy.

As they gathered their things and prepared to head toward their respective tests, Rin gave them both one last look, her expression softening again, though her playful smirk remained. "You've got this," she said confidently. "Both of you. Just don't let them see you sweat."

Sakura smiled gratefully, feeling more at ease now. Shirou gave a small nod, his own nerves settling as well. They may have been stepping into the unknown, but they weren't doing it alone. And in the world of Magecraft, that was perhaps the most important thing.

With one last look around the peaceful courtyard, they began making their way back toward the Clock Tower. The tests awaited them, but with each step, their resolve grew a little stronger.

Shirou stood at the entrance to the Department of Creation's test chamber, his heart beating steadily in his chest. The door before him was crafted from dark wood, adorned with intricate carvings of magical symbols and geometric patterns that seemed to pulse faintly with mana. It was clear that this was no ordinary door—this was the threshold into one of the most elite divisions within the Clock Tower.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open.

The room beyond was both grand and intimidating. Candlelight flickered along the walls, casting dancing shadows that seemed to breathe life into the ancient space. In the center of the room was a long table draped in crimson velvet, upon which three worn-out artifacts lay. At the far end, sitting with perfect posture on an ornate chair, was the head of the Department of Creation, Lord Inorai Valualeta Atroholm.

Shirou's eyes fell on her immediately. She was an elderly woman, yet her presence commanded the room with a regal elegance that was impossible to ignore. Her silver hair was swept up in a high, immaculate bun, and her robes shimmered in the dim light, embroidered with patterns that looked almost like the constellations themselves. She looked up as Shirou entered, her sharp blue eyes assessing him with the calm confidence of someone who had seen countless hopefuls pass through her domain.

"Shirou Emiya," she said in a clear, refined voice that carried the weight of both authority and expectation. "Come forward."

Shirou stepped carefully toward the center of the room, his footsteps echoing slightly on the polished marble floor. As he approached, he noticed every detail about her—the precision in the way she sat, the way her fingers gently tapped the armrest of her chair. She radiated the essence of a high-class artist, and Shirou could tell that nothing escaped her notice.

"Lord Valualeta," he said with a respectful bow, "thank you for allowing me this opportunity."

Lord Inorai gestured lightly for him to rise. "It is not an opportunity, Emiya Shirou. It is a challenge," she said, her voice smooth as silk. "You have come here to prove yourself. I am not concerned with your past accomplishments or affiliations. The only thing that matters to me in this department is the quality of your craft—both its aesthetic beauty and, more importantly, its magical essence."

She paused for a moment, allowing her words to sink in, before continuing. "But before we begin, tell me: why do you seek to join the Department of Creation? What do you, a man from such humble origins, hope to achieve here?"

Shirou took a breath, gathering his thoughts. He knew that this was not the place for flowery words or vague ambitions—Inorai would see through any such attempts immediately. He had to be honest, precise.

"I want to understand creation," he began slowly, meeting her gaze. "In the past, I've relied on my Projection Magecraft to survive, but I realize now that projection is not true creation. It's imitation. I want to go beyond that—I want to learn how to create something new, something of my own, that has lasting value."

Inorai's expression remained impassive, but she nodded for him to continue.

"I've seen how Mystic Codes and artifacts can change the course of battle, the course of history. They're more than just tools—they're embodiments of their creator's will and vision. I want to contribute to that, to make objects that aren't just copies but are imbued with purpose, function, and magical strength. I want to create works that stand on their own, that can give aid and protection, and that—" Shirou hesitated slightly, his mind flicking back to the memories of the Fifth Holy Grail War, "—that aren't defined by destruction alone."

Lord Valualeta's sharp eyes glimmered slightly, though her face remained unreadable. She allowed a beat of silence before speaking again.

"You speak of creation with reverence," she said, her tone thoughtful, "and yet, creation is often tied to destruction. They are two sides of the same coin. What you create can either protect or destroy, Emiya Shirou. Here, you must understand that the act of creation is not just about intention—it is about the results."

She turned her gaze to the worn artifacts on the table. "Now, we shall see if your craft lives up to your words."

She gestured toward the artifacts, each of them ancient and battered. "Your task is simple in concept but difficult in execution. You are to take these relics, which have lost their magical power, and either restore them or transmute them into something new. But do not simply restore what was lost. Show me artistry, innovation, and above all, magical value."

Shirou stepped closer to the table, his eyes falling on the first artifact: a corroded brooch, barely recognizable as a once-beautiful piece of jewelry. Its surface was tarnished, and its magical energy had long since faded. He took a breath, focusing his mind.

He placed his hand over the brooch and activated his Reinforcement Magecraft. Mana flowed from him into the object, and he could feel the structure of the brooch coming back to life, its tarnished surface smoothing out, the imperfections fading. But that wasn't enough. Simply restoring the brooch would not impress Lord Valualeta. She wanted something more.

Closing his eyes, Shirou began to visualize. He tapped into his Alteration Magecraft, drawing on memories of Archer's craft, particularly his ability to modify and enhance existing structures. The brooch began to change under his touch. He altered the metal, reshaping it into a more refined form—sleeker, with elegant curves and an intricate pattern of intertwining vines that spiraled out from the center. The design was delicate but symmetrical, giving the brooch a regal and timeless appearance.

But it wasn't just about appearance. Shirou focused on infusing the brooch with magical properties. He imbued it with a low-level defensive charm, allowing it to create a barrier of protective mana around its wearer. The brooch was not just a piece of jewelry—it was now a functional artifact, a shield disguised as an ornament.

When Shirou finished, he stepped back, allowing Lord Valualeta to inspect his work.

She picked up the brooch with slender fingers, turning it over in the light. "Elegance," she remarked softly, her eyes tracing the delicate design. "But let us see its value."

With a faint flick of her wrist, she activated the brooch's magical properties, and a shimmering barrier of mana surrounded her. It was subtle but effective, exactly as Shirou had intended. She nodded, her expression slightly more approving. "This will do for now. Continue."

The second artifact was a damaged chalice, its surface marred by deep cracks, its golden gleam long dulled. Shirou frowned slightly—this would require more delicate work. The chalice was fragile, and he needed to restore not only its form but also its magical capacity.

Once again, he began with Reinforcement, carefully mending the cracks that ran through the chalice's surface. As the metal smoothed under his touch, Shirou moved on to Alteration, reshaping the base and stem into a spiral design, intertwining silver and gold to create a striking contrast. The chalice now appeared both regal and formidable, but he knew the appearance alone wouldn't suffice.

Shirou reached deeper into his mana reserves, imbuing the chalice with a unique magical property. He enhanced it to be a chalice of regeneration—when filled with liquid, it would accelerate the healing of wounds and restore stamina to whoever drank from it. The magic flowed into the chalice, giving it a soft, otherworldly glow.

When he finished, Lord Valualeta picked up the chalice, running her fingers along the spiral stem. "Aesthetic improvement," she commented, then activated its magical property. The glow brightened, and she nodded slightly as she felt the regenerative magic radiating from it. "More practical than the brooch. Your instincts are improving."

Finally, Shirou reached the third and most challenging object: an old, rusted sword. The blade was nearly shattered, and the hilt barely held together. This artifact resisted him—it felt stubborn, as if clinging to its ancient form. But Shirou knew that this was the ultimate test. He had to create something remarkable, something that would impress even the most exacting of critics.

He closed his eyes, reaching into Archer's memories. He recalled the twin swords, *Kanshou and Bakuya, the way they felt in his hands, their balance, their harmony. But this sword needed to be more than just a replica—it needed to be something unique.

Drawing deeply on his mana, Shirou began his Projection. The rusted sword shimmered and began to shift, its form changing under his magic. The blade became sleek and sharp, its edge gleaming like silver under moonlight. The hilt transformed into a more refined shape, decorated with intricate runes and engravings that hinted at its ancient origins. But this wasn't just about appearance.

Shirou infused the sword with magical properties, making it a weapon that could resonate with its wielder's mana. The sword would amplify their mana flow, enhancing both their physical and magical capabilities. It would allow the user to channel their own magical energy into the blade, making it stronger and sharper with each strike. In addition, Shirou added a unique function: the sword could bind itself to its wielder, forming an ethereal bond that would allow it to return to their hand if thrown or lost, much like *Kanshou and Bakuya*.

As the sword's transformation neared completion, Shirou felt the strain of maintaining the projection. The artifact was resisting, pushing back against his mana, but he gritted his teeth and pushed through, drawing on every last ounce of energy and skill he had learned. His mind flickered back to the memory of his battle with Archer—the moment where he realized the depth of Archer's conviction and skill. He couldn't afford to fail now.

Finally, with a surge of mana, the sword was complete. It gleamed in the chamber's dim light, radiating not just physical beauty but magical potency as well. The runes along the blade pulsed faintly, attuned to the flow of magic coursing through it.

Lord Inorai watched intently as Shirou stepped back, beads of sweat on his forehead, his breath shallow from exertion. She rose gracefully from her chair and walked over to inspect the sword. Her fingers lightly traced the runes on the hilt, and her eyes narrowed as she assessed the magical properties.

She lifted the sword with a practiced hand, testing its weight. "Impressive," she murmured, her voice softer now, as if speaking more to herself than to Shirou. She swung the sword in a slow arc, and the blade hummed with energy, leaving a faint trail of light in its wake.

"It responds to mana input," she noted. "A rare trait in a weapon of this caliber. And the self-return function... very similar to *Kanshou and Bakuya, but not quite. This is... your own."

She paused, considering the sword for a long moment. "Your projection is precise, your alterations intricate. The magical resonance you have instilled in this blade is both practical and elegant. A weapon suited for both combat and display." Her eyes flicked up to meet Shirou's, appraising him again. "It appears you understand that creation, in its truest form, must be a balance between form and function, between beauty and utility. This," she lifted the sword slightly, "is an object of both power and artistry."

Her lips curved into a small, almost imperceptible smile. "You have passed this test, Emiya Shirou."

Shirou exhaled a breath he didn't realize he had been holding, his body finally relaxing from the tension. But Lord Inorai wasn't finished yet.

"However," she continued, her voice regaining its firm, authoritative tone, "understand that this is only the beginning. The Department of Creation is not a place for mere craftsmen. Here, we craft *art*—each creation must transcend its basic purpose and become something greater. Every item you produce must be a reflection of your soul, and you will be judged not only on your ability to create but also on your understanding of the consequences of your creations."

She placed the sword down on the table gently, the faint clink of metal against wood breaking the silence. "You have potential, Shirou Emiya, but you have much to learn. In time, we will see if you are truly worthy of calling yourself a creator."

Shirou nodded, understanding the weight of her words. This was not just about passing a test—it was about committing himself to a path of constant growth and self-discovery. He wasn't just stepping into a department. He was stepping into a world of artistry, where each creation was a challenge, a reflection of both skill and purpose.

Lord Inorai returned to her seat and regarded him once more. "You may go. We will discuss your progress further when you are officially initiated."

Shirou bowed deeply. "Thank you, Lord Valualeta."

As he turned to leave the chamber, he felt a sense of accomplishment but also a deeper understanding of what lay ahead. This path would not be easy, but for the first time, he felt a spark of excitement at the possibilities that awaited him. Creating something new, something meaningful—it was not just about imitation anymore. It was about discovery, about crafting works that held both personal and magical significance.

And for Shirou Emiya, the journey to improve himself from Faker to creator have just begun.

Shirou stepped out of the Department of Creation, the heavy doors closing softly behind him. The cool air hit his face, offering a brief respite from the intensity of the test he had just endured. His body still hummed with the residual tension, but a sense of accomplishment settled in. He had passed, though it had pushed him to his limits.

As he walked down the stone steps, he spotted Rin and Sakura waiting for him just outside. Rin leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, with a familiar smirk on her lips. Sakura stood beside her, her soft eyes brightening when she saw him approach.

"Well, well," Rin said with a raised eyebrow, her tone teasing. "Judging by that look, you either passed or you almost passed out."

Shirou managed a weary smile. "I'm still standing, so I guess that counts for something."

Rin gave him a once-over, noting the tired slump in his shoulders and the light sheen of sweat still clinging to his skin. "Let me guess—you made another sword, didn't you?" She shook her head, feigning exasperation. "Honestly, do you even know how to make anything *other* than swords?"

Shirou blinked, his expression deadpan. "Actually… yeah. I made a sword."

For a moment, there was silence as Rin stared at him, her smirk faltering as if she wasn't sure whether to be impressed or annoyed. Then Sakura, who had been quietly observing, stifled a giggle, covering her mouth with her hand. Rin's incredulous look deepened, and she groaned dramatically.

"You're hopeless, Shirou," Rin muttered, though the amusement was clear in her voice. "Of all the things you could create in the Department of Creation, and you stick with what you know."

Shirou shrugged lightly. "It worked, didn't it? Lord Valualeta was impressed."

Rin scoffed but couldn't hide her amusement. "Of course she was. You probably made the fanciest sword they've seen in years."

Sakura's soft voice cut through the banter, her eyes filled with quiet admiration. "I'm glad it went well for you, Shirou." There was a gentle sincerity in her words that made Shirou's heart warm.

He glanced at her, sensing the quiet tension beneath her calm exterior. Her test was next. Despite his own exhaustion, Shirou straightened, his expression softening. "You'll do great, Sakura," he said earnestly. "Just trust in your abilities. You've come so far already."

Sakura looked down for a moment, her fingers fidgeting slightly, but there was a faint smile on her lips. "I'll try."

Rin, ever the supportive sister despite her teasing, placed a hand on Sakura's shoulder. "You're going to knock them dead," she said confidently. "Just remember what you've learned and show them what you're capable of."

Sakura nodded, her resolve solidifying. "I will."

For a moment, the three of them stood there in comfortable silence, the weight of their shared experiences and mutual support binding them closer. Despite the challenges they each faced, the strength of their bond was undeniable, and Shirou found himself grateful for these small moments of warmth amidst the trials of the Clock Tower.

Finally, Rin broke the silence with a dramatic sigh. "Alright, enough of this heartfelt stuff. Let's get something to eat before Sakura's test. I need a snack, and Shirou looks like he's about to collapse."

Shirou chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, food sounds good." He said, despite knowing that they already have lunch a few hours ago.

As they walked together down the corridor, the tension of the day began to ease, replaced by the comfort of their familiar banter and the knowledge that, no matter what came next, they would face it together.

Sakura sat quietly in the courtyard with Shirou and Rin, picking at the last of the light snacks they'd shared after Shirou's test. The gentle breeze brushed past them, carrying a sense of calm that contrasted sharply with the rising tension within her. She knew her test was next. The Department of Curses. It was the path she had chosen, yet a cold knot of anxiety tightened in her chest the closer the time approached.

Rin glanced over, noticing the quiet unease on Sakura's face. "You'll be fine, Sakura," she said, her voice warm but firm. "You're more than capable. You've already overcome so much."

Shirou, sitting across from her, offered a reassuring smile, though there was a faint trace of worry in his eyes. "Remember, you're not the person you were back then. You're stronger now."

Sakura nodded, appreciating their words, but the memories of her past lingered like a shadow in her mind. She had chosen to confront the world of curses, to harness it and turn her past into a source of strength—but even now, the lingering traces of her time under Zouken's control haunted her. This test would likely force her to face those ghosts head-on.

Thirty minutes later, she stood before the large, intimidating doors of the Department of Curses. The hall itself seemed cold, almost foreboding, with dark stone walls that gave the impression of age and secrecy. A shiver passed through her as she reached for the handle, taking a deep breath before pushing the door open.

Inside, the chamber was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the room. At the far end, seated at an elegantly carved wooden desk, was Lord Jigmarie, the head of the Department of Curses. She was a stern-looking figure, her pale skin framed by dark hair that cascaded over her shoulders. Her sharp, analytical eyes followed Sakura's entrance, taking in every detail with a dispassionate gaze. She was dressed in robes of deep crimson, the color contrasting sharply with the dark atmosphere of the room.

Sakura stepped forward, her heart pounding in her chest as she came to stand in front of the desk. She dipped into a respectful bow. "It's an honor to meet you, Lord Jigmarie."

Lord Jigmarie raised a delicate hand, motioning for Sakura to rise. "Sakura Matou," she began, her voice smooth and refined, like a finely honed blade. "I've heard much about you. You come from a lineage soaked in curses and tragedy. And yet, here you stand, seeking entry into this Department. Tell me, why is it that you wish to delve deeper into the world of curses?"

Sakura straightened, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. She had anticipated this question, but now, standing before Lord Jigmarie, she found the words harder to speak. "I… I've lived with curses for most of my life," she began, her voice steady, though quiet. "For a long time, I was powerless against them. They controlled me, defined me. But now… I want to understand them. I want to be the one in control. To use that knowledge to protect my love ones and myself. And to push forward to my goal."

Lord Jigmarie listened without interruption, her expression unreadable. "And what, pray tell, do you believe you can contribute to this Department? We are not interested in passive students. You must prove yourself worthy of our craft."

Sakura took another breath, her fingers tightening. "I've experienced the darkest side of curses firsthand. That experience has given me insight—an understanding of the pain and suffering they cause. But I also know that there's power in that darkness. If I can harness it, I believe I can contribute a unique perspective and strength to the Department."

For a moment, there was silence. Lord Jigmarie's gaze bore into Sakura, as though assessing not just her words but the very core of her being. Finally, she nodded slightly. "Very well. Your reasoning has merit, though intentions alone are not enough. It is time to test your ability."

Sakura nodded, her heart racing as she followed Lord Jigmarie to the center of the chamber, where an ornate pedestal stood. Resting upon it was a small, intricate object—an artifact. The moment Sakura's eyes fell upon it, she could feel the oppressive malice radiating from it, a dark, swirling energy that seemed to suck the warmth from the room.

"This," Lord Jigmarie explained, her tone calm, "is a cursed artifact. It is laced with malicious energy, designed to provoke the deepest fears and regrets of those who come into contact with it. Your task is simple: purify it, or at the very least, control its influence. Fail, and it will consume you."

Sakura swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. She stepped forward cautiously, her body tense as she approached the pedestal. The closer she got, the stronger the artifact's pull became, its malevolent energy reaching out to her like dark tendrils.

Her fingers hovered over the object, and the moment her skin made contact with it, a wave of overwhelming dread crashed over her. Her breath hitched, her vision blurring as flashes of her past began to flood her mind—memories of Zouken Matou, of the worms that had ravaged her body and soul, of the countless nights spent in pain and fear.

Her legs trembled as the weight of it all pressed down on her, threatening to break her resolve. The artifact wasn't just cursed—it was feeding on her trauma, amplifying it, dragging her back into the darkest corners of her mind.

"I won't… let this control me," Sakura whispered to herself, her voice shaking. She clenched her fists, trying to focus, but the memories were too strong. Her breathing became ragged, her heart pounding painfully in her chest.

Lord Jigmarie watched in silence, her gaze sharp but unyielding. This was part of the test—to see if Sakura could overcome the very darkness she sought to control.

Sakura's knees buckled, and she collapsed to the floor, the weight of the memories crushing her. For a moment, she felt as if she were drowning, sinking deeper into the black abyss of her past. The pain, the helplessness—it was all too real, too consuming.

But then, in the midst of her despair, a small voice echoed in her mind. It was faint, but it was enough to ground her. Shirou's voice.

"You're not the person you were back then. You're stronger now."

She clung to those words, like a lifeline in the dark. She wasn't that helpless girl anymore. She had grown. She had fought. And she would keep fighting.

With a deep, trembling breath, Sakura forced herself to rise to her knees. Her hands, though shaking, reached out again to the artifact. This time, she closed her eyes, focusing not on the pain, but on the strength she had gained. The strength to endure. The strength to control.

Slowly, she began to channel her own Magecraft—Spiritron Magecraft—into the artifact. Her energy intertwined with the malevolent force, not fighting it, but weaving through it, binding it. The darkness still pressed against her, but she no longer let it overwhelm her.

The cursed energy swirled, clashing against her own magic, but gradually, it began to recede, drawn into a tight, controlled knot within the artifact. The oppressive atmosphere in the room lifted slightly, and though the artifact still radiated a faint malice, it was no longer overpowering.

Sakura opened her eyes, her body trembling with exertion, but she had done it. The curse had been contained.

Lord Jigmarie, who had been watching closely, finally stepped forward. She examined the artifact, her expression still unreadable, though there was a flicker of approval in her eyes. "Impressive," she said coolly. "You have managed to subdue its influence without losing yourself. You may lack refinement, but your potential is clear."

Sakura let out a shaky breath, relief washing over her. She had passed.

"You will be accepted into the Department of Curses," Lord Jigmarie continued, "but remember this—control is everything in our craft. The moment you falter, the darkness will consume you. Never forget that."

"I won't," Sakura replied softly, though her voice was stronger now. "Thank you."

Lord Jigmarie nodded once, before turning away, her robes sweeping behind her as she returned to her desk. "You are dismissed, Miss Matou. Welcome to the Department of Curses."

With that, Sakura left the chamber, her heart still pounding, but a newfound strength and resolve settling within her. She had faced her past and emerged stronger. And now, she was ready to embrace the future, one step at a time.

Sakura entered the flat, still feeling the weight of her test. As she closed the door behind her, she heard the familiar voices of Rin and Shirou coming from the living room. Both of them were already waiting for her, sitting on the couch. Rin, with her usual confident smirk, noticed Sakura's arrival first, but it was Shirou who stood up, his expression filled with anticipation and concern.

"Sakura, how did it go?" Shirou asked, his voice warm but edged with curiosity.

Sakura took a deep breath, letting the tension of the day slip from her shoulders. "I passed," she said softly, a small smile forming on her lips. "It was tough, but I managed to purify the cursed artifact."

Rin immediately sprang from her seat, her smirk widening into a genuine grin. "See? I told you you'd nail it!" she said, moving over to give Sakura a congratulatory pat on the shoulder. "You've got more guts than most of the mages here. I knew they'd have no choice but to accept you."

Shirou, relieved, returned her smile with one of his own. "I never doubted you," he said quietly, his gaze warm as he met Sakura's eyes. "I'm proud of you, Sakura."

The room fell into a comfortable silence for a moment, filled with the weight of shared experiences. After the trials they'd all gone through that day, the air felt lighter now, tinged with the satisfaction of knowing they were moving forward in their paths.

Sakura finally sank onto the couch, feeling the exhaustion catch up with her. Rin plopped down beside her, a teasing light in her eyes. "So, looks like the two of you are official members of the Clock Tower now," she remarked, leaning back with a self-satisfied grin. "Not bad for a couple of amateurs."

Shirou shot her a mock glare, though his eyes gleamed with amusement. "I'm pretty sure I'm still an amateur. You didn't see how hard I struggled in the test."

Rin's grin only widened. "Oh, I can imagine. I bet it was very difficult for you to create something other than swords during the test?"

Shirou's deadpan expression told them all they needed to know, and Rin burst into laughter. "I knew it! You're hopeless!"

Sakura, still tired but clearly amused, chuckled softly. "At least he didn't create a copy of every weapon he's seen… yet."

Shirou sighed in mock defeat, but there was a lightness to their teasing that spoke to their deep connection. These moments—when the tension of their duties melted away into easy camaraderie—were what he treasured most.

Rin's teasing tone softened after a moment. "But really, Shirou, you did well today. The Department of Creation wouldn't let just anyone in. You've got potential, even if you only know how to make swords."

Shirou smiled. "I'm just glad it's over."

"And you, Sakura," Rin continued, shifting her focus. "Taking on a cursed artifact and walking out in one piece? You're stronger than you think. And now you're part of the Department of Curses...," she added with a wink.

Sakura's smile softened, her eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and humility. "Thank you, Rin. I wouldn't have been able to make it through all of this without your help… and Shirou's."

The three of them sat there, basking in the shared relief and contentment of the day. The journey had been long and hard, but they had made it through together. They were no longer just surviving—they were growing, evolving, and building something that extended beyond their individual struggles.

As the evening wore on, Rin shifted the conversation to lighter topics, occasionally teasing Shirou about the swords he had projected or joking about the eccentricities of the Clock Tower. But this time, the teasing was gentler, filled with affection rather than sarcasm.

Shirou, looking over at the two women he cared for most, felt a deep sense of gratitude wash over him. The path of a mage wasn't easy, but with Rin and Sakura by his side, it was a path he was no longer afraid to walk.

And as they sat together, discussing everything from their futures in the Clock Tower to what they might have for dinner, a quiet sense of victory settled over them all.

For now, at least, they had earned a moment of peace.

To be continued.

This part was initially supposed to be written with the Prologue, however, since I thought it would be too long, I decided to separate it as the second part for the prologue. I hope you enjoy it.