PoV: Tohsaka Rin

He was odd.

Odd enough to be considered an anomaly. A mundane with knowledge of the supernatural was one thing, but who'd ever heard of a mundane with both active circuits and a magic crest? It was the only thing I could think about, sitting through the end of Fujimura-sensei's lecture.

I was positioned behind him, so discreetly sneaking glances his way during class was far from difficult.

'Though', I considered, 'I suppose if someone caught me it'd look a little suspicious.'

I dismiss that thought however, as important as my image was, dealing with a potentially dangerous magus in my territory without my permission took priority.

'Is what I would normally say at least…'

Truth is that I'd kept an eye on Emiya for years.

I'd sent numerous familiars, transferred myself into most of his classes, followed him home myself once, and even asked that damnable priest about any magi named Emiya.

Surprisingly there had been, a mercenary named Emiya Kiritsugu had apparently been quite infamous in the Moonlit World. Though he passed away 5ish years ago, before that, he'd been feared far and wide as the 'Magus Killer'. At first I'd immediately dismissed any possible connection between the two, writing it off as a coincidental sharing of a last name. The redheaded 'School Janitor' was as far from the ruthless 'Magus Killer' as humanly possible, lacking in the coldness the man was famous for. But when I'd sensed a bounded field around his home, when I'd verified this information with Emiya (err his father's name, not the magus bit), he'd freely confirmed his identity.

I let out a sigh.

'And that's what got me here, sneaking glances at some oblivious high school boy like a little girl with a crush.'

Despite my own personal doubts, Emiya was far too close to the Moonlit World to be completely mundane. If it was simply open circuits that'd be one thing, but open circuits, a magic crest, and a bounded field? Those last two actions were far too deliberate to be some kind of fluke.

'Someone transferred him their crest, someone set up that bounded field, so possibly,' I conclude, 'that someone opened his circuits as well.'

As far as that went, the most likely culprit was Emiya Kiritsugu, he'd been his adopted father after all, and a known magus.

'However, Emiya-kun wasn't biologically related to that man, so that still wouldn't explain the crest.'

Meaning that there was possibly another magus hiding away in Fuyuki somewhere, also without her express permission. And everyday my only existing lead, Emiya, looked to be more and more innocent.

'He's a magus…..even though he never sensed my familiars, even though he makes no attempt to avoid the Second Owner, and even though he obviously has no knowledge of magecraft.'

The groan I've been trying to stifle frees itself, my head falling into my hands in frustration.

'It's not like I want Emiya-kun and I to be enemies, but his presence in this mess complicates things quite a lot.'

Idly, I realize I'd been tuning out Fujimura-sensei this whole time, so deeply focused on the chance of a possible mystery magus running amok in my city.

'And at a time like this too….'

With the Holy Grail War right around the corner, I couldn't take any chances on potential enemies. It'd been another reason I'd been so closely watching Emiya, to confirm whether or not he'd be chosen as a Master.

'Speaking of potential Masters-'

~Riiiiiiiing~

The brown-haired teacher turns her gaze to the bell, surprise evident on her features.

"Ah, did we get to the end that fast? Oh well, you all have your homework right? Make sure to study for the test on Friday, alright?"

"Yes, Fujimura-sensei."

The tiger themed teacher nods, hands on her hips, eyes closed in content. Her mouth spreads into a content smile, and her head angles upwards.

"Good, good."

Somehow, what looks like steam comes out her nose, though her smile doesn't fade.

"Make sure to arrive on time for class tomorrow, especially when you go out of your way to bully someone who's only ever been kind to you."

The first statement was obviously meant for Emiya, Matou, and I, though the last one was only meant for the Brownie.

The person in question seemed to do little more than roll his eyes, I think he did at least, being seated behind him and all.

As soon as Fujimura-sensei steps out of the classroom it erupts into chatter. Girls and boys alike gossip about mundane concerns, nothing that has too much meaning.

At least that should be the case.

"Did you hear? We're getting a transfer student from overseas soon."

A whisper.

"A transfer? Is it a boy or a girl?"

A rumor.

"I heard it's a girl, but my source is kinda shaky."

A truth.

"I hope she's hot, you know those overseas girls are hot as hell."

An annoyance.

I stop my hand from instinctively moving to massage my brow, the only sign of frustration I let slip through.

'Seriously, do these guys think about anything else, and how'd they even find out anyway?'

My own thoughts on the matter are the complete opposite. More than anything, I wanted that shameless Hyena to get lost. I could feel my face twitching in aggravation at the very thought of her.

"A foreigner huh, wonder why she's coming to a sleepy town like this."

"Who cares? Long as she's hot, I'll be the reason she stays."

I can't suppress my eye roll at that one.

Deciding I'd had enough of teenage boys for one day, I turn my attention to the gir-

"A transfer student, hmmm." One uptight student council president thinks to himself. "I hope she's the studious sort."

Ryuudou Issei turns to his closest companion, conveniently seated diagonal to him,

"What do you think, Emiya?"

I pause, deciding to pay a bit more attention to this part.

'Emiya-kun's taste in girls huh….'

Despite that not being the question, my mind can't help thinking about it.

Caught off guard, he blinks confusedly.

"'What do I think?'", where'd this come from all of a sudden?"

The monk in training crosses his arms.

"Nowhere really, just curiosity is all."

I pay more attention to his answer than I care to admit.

"Well-," he starts.

Just as he does so however, the doors swing open, revealing the intimidating features of our newest teacher. A teacher whose class should be after our next one.

Kuzuki Soichiro's dark eyes scan the classroom, black gaze landing on me. Or rather, the person seated right in front of me.

"Emiya," he speaks in a flat tone, "when school is over, come to the Temple."

He turns to exit the room, speaking all the while.

At this point the class is completely silent.

"Megissa-san was looking for you."