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Chapter 3: Crossed Paths

Makoto stood atop a building, gazing down at the dark streets of the Miyama district. Though his posture was relaxed, his mind was caught in a storm of thoughts.

He was organizing the information obtained from the Grail. He had been so unsettled by his new condition that he hadn't paid attention to the details at the time of his summoning. Now, everything fit together in a confusing way, like pieces of an incomplete puzzle.

It was strange to think that he no longer had a human body, that his existence had been reduced to pure energy—Mana, according to the information provided by the Grail. That thought should have worried him, but all he felt was a distant emptiness, a sense of inevitability that had accompanied him for some time.

Makoto let out a deep sigh, and a card partially materialized in his hand: The Universe. The miracle that had allowed him to seal Nyx. The card's soft glow illuminated his features, standing out against the darkness of the night.

"What is my wish?"

The question escaped his lips in a barely audible murmur. His eyes softened, and a flicker of nostalgia lit his expression. His mind wandered back to the past—to moments shared with his friends, laughter that now felt like distant echoes, memories he desperately wished to relive.

There was no doubt in his heart. His greatest desire was to be with them, even if only for a moment. But he knew that was impossible, even in his current state. His fingers tightened around the card before it disappeared in a flash of blue light.

Without thinking much further, Makoto, standing at the edge of the building, simply let himself fall.

The icy wind whipped against his face as the ground rushed toward him. But just before impact, his form vanished, dissolving into a trail of blue energy, as if he had never been there.

He reappeared in an alley of a nearby neighborhood, materializing with the same calm he had shown while falling. His boots landed softly on the pavement, and he adjusted his jacket as he began to walk.

Bazett had given him a clear order: patrol. But she hadn't provided specific instructions on how to do it.

Makoto scratched his head with a slightly annoyed expression as he wandered the streets, lost in thought. He didn't notice the red-haired teenager approaching from the opposite direction. They passed each other with mere inches to spare, neither of them aware of the other's presence—at first.

A few steps later, Makoto stopped abruptly. A sharp presence, like the edge of a blade, sliced through the air.

"Servant."

The word flashed through his mind like lightning. His eyes hardened, and with a fluid motion, he pivoted on his heels and advanced swiftly toward the source of the threat.

When he arrived, all he found was the red-haired teenager standing still on the sidewalk, frowning. His eyes reflected confusion, as though he had just seen something he couldn't comprehend.

Makoto followed his gaze toward the alley. There, amidst the mist that slithered like a ghostly curtain, he glimpsed a small girl with white hair. Her silhouette vanished the moment Makoto tried to focus on her, as if the mist itself had swallowed her.

Slowing his pace, Makoto resumed a calm stride, cautiously approaching the young man. There was something unusual about him, something out of place, as if he stood on the edge of an abyss he couldn't perceive.

As he walked toward him, the lingering sense of danger hung in the air like an echo that refused to fade. Makoto didn't know exactly what to expect, but something told him this encounter was only the beginning. Finally, he stopped in front of the teenager.

"Are you alright?" Makoto asked, his tone calm, though his eyes studied him carefully.

The question seemed to catch the young man off guard. He hesitated for a moment before replying.

"I'm fine," he answered, rubbing his neck awkwardly. "Is there something I can help you with?" he added, attempting to sound polite.

Makoto shook his head, but his expression grew slightly more serious.

"I just find it strange that a student would be out at this hour," he remarked, his tone neutral but hinting at concern.

The teenager looked away, as if searching for an excuse.

"I was helping with some school matters," he replied, trying to brush off the situation as he adjusted his school bag.

Makoto observed him intently. He didn't sense any signs that the boy was a Master, but he couldn't ignore what he had felt moments earlier. If a Servant had been nearby, this boy was a potential target. He couldn't simply leave him to his fate.

"Then, if you don't mind, I'll walk you home," Makoto said casually, as though it were the most obvious decision.

The teenager looked at him in surprise, opening his mouth to protest.

"There's no need; I don't want to waste your time," he quickly objected, shaking his head with a nervous smile.

Makoto raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms.

"Why would it be a waste of time?" he asked, his tone calm but firm.

The young man seemed to want to respond, but the words caught in his throat. Finally, he let out a resigned sigh.

"Alright... Thanks, I guess."

Makoto nodded and began walking beside him. Despite his seemingly carefree demeanor, he didn't lower his guard for a moment. His senses remained on high alert, attuned to any trace of hostile energy in the air.

The teenager, though initially uncomfortable, seemed to gradually relax.

The night was cold and silent, but for Makoto Yuki, the mana-laden air was a constant reminder of what was to come. As he walked alongside Shirou Emiya, he couldn't shake the lingering sense of danger he had felt moments earlier. Though the Servant seemed to have withdrawn, the unease persisted like an elongated shadow.

"Thanks for walking with me, but it really wasn't necessary," Shirou said, breaking the silence. His voice was polite, but there was a hint of discomfort in his tone.

Makoto glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, his hands buried in the pockets of his coat.

"It's nothing. Besides, it's dangerous to be out so late," he replied calmly, his gaze sweeping the empty street ahead.

Shirou frowned slightly, as if the warning bothered him more than he wanted to admit.

"Dangerous? Are you referring to something specific?"

Makoto paused for a moment, thoughtful. He was aware he couldn't reveal too much; after all, Shirou didn't seem to have any direct connection to the looming war. However, the presence of a Servant near him wasn't a coincidence.

"I'm just saying you never know what could happen," he finally replied before continuing to walk.

The teenager didn't press further, though the answer didn't fully convince him. There was something unusual about the young man with navy-blue hair walking beside him. His relaxed posture and calm tone contrasted sharply with the seriousness in his eyes.

After a few minutes of silence, Shirou spoke again:

"By the way, my name's Shirou Emiya."

Makoto turned his head toward him, offering a slight nod.

Makoto had decided he couldn't give his real name to Shirou—Bazett would be furious if he did. Instead, he chose a random name.

"Minato Arisato," he replied.

Shirou nodded, but before he could say anything else, Makoto stopped abruptly. His gaze fixed on a point in the distance, though there seemed to be nothing there.

"Is something wrong?" Shirou asked, taking a step back, concerned.

Makoto narrowed his eyes, his attention entirely focused on the surroundings. The dangerous sensation had returned, fainter but still present.

"Nothing for now," he finally responded, resuming his pace. "I thought there was something, but I must've been mistaken."

Shirou followed him, though the tension in the air made him uneasy. There was something strange about this encounter, something he couldn't quite grasp.

Finally, they reached the threshold of Shirou's home. Makoto stopped and observed him for a moment.

"Make sure to get home early the next few nights," Makoto said in a tone that, though calm, sounded more like a warning than advice.

Shirou stared at him, feeling for the first time that Makoto's kindness hid something deeper.

"I will. Thanks for walking me home," Shirou replied.

Makoto was already about to leave, but Shirou stopped him.

"Would you like to come in?"

Makoto seemed confused by the question. Shirou, noticing his reaction, quickly clarified:

"I'm about to make dinner. I bet you haven't eaten yet, right?"

Makoto ran a hand over his shoulder, as if trying to shake off the awkwardness. "It's not necessary," he said indifferently, but Shirou didn't seem satisfied with his answer.

"Think of it as a way to thank you for walking me home," Shirou insisted with a slight smile.

Makoto looked at him, briefly analyzing the situation. Shirou was persistent, sure, but he also seemed genuine. He didn't know him well yet, but he wagered Shirou was the stubborn type. Besides, if he accepted, he could stay close a little longer and ensure he was safe.

"Well, why not?" Makoto finally thought, sighing as he nodded.

"Alright. But don't expect me to be much of a conversationalist," he joked lightly, though his tone remained reserved.

Shirou smiled, slightly relieved. "Don't worry, I can talk enough for both of us."

Makoto followed him inside, allowing himself a moment of respite as he looked around the place. There was something warm and welcoming about this house, something that echoed a past that felt almost lost to him.

Perhaps this little detour wasn't so unnecessary after all.

Makoto sat on a cushion in front of the low table in the living room, the television tuned to the local news channel. Though he already knew, thanks to the information provided by the Holy Grail, that it was the year 2004, it still felt strange to be in this time and place. There was something unsettling about this city called Fuyuki. He couldn't recall ever hearing about it anywhere, despite having lived in several Japanese cities during his youth.

The sound of the front door opening snapped him out of his thoughts. He turned his head toward the entryway just as a woman entered with confident steps. She was of average height, with short, light-brown hair framing an expressive face. Her outfit was peculiar: a green dress paired with a yellow-and-black striped shirt, and white shoes completing a look that left no doubt about her carefree spirit.

The woman froze the moment she noticed Makoto's presence. For an instant, she seemed to assess the situation before her face shifted into an expression of surprise. She pointed directly at him with an accusatory finger.

"Who are you?!" she exclaimed, her energetic voice echoing through the room as if to drive away any intruder.

Makoto, as calm as ever, stood up slowly and gave a slight bow in a gesture of respect. His relaxed posture and serene gaze sharply contrasted with the overwhelming intensity of the woman before him.

"Minato Arisato," he answered simply, letting his composed tone speak for him.

The woman blinked, clearly thrown off by the direct response and the calm demeanor of the stranger. However, she quickly regained her composure, crossing her arms as she studied him intently, as though trying to unravel some mystery.

"That doesn't explain why you're here! What are you doing in Shirou's house? Are you a friend? A classmate? Or maybe an exceptionally polite thief?!"

Before Makoto could respond, a familiar voice interrupted.

"Sensei, wait!" Shirou appeared hurriedly from the kitchen, drying his hands on a cloth as he approached. "He's… a guest. I invited him for dinner."

The woman, apparently referred to as "sensei," turned to Shirou with a raised eyebrow and an incredulous expression. "A guest? And why didn't you tell me? Did you think I'd get scared or something?"

Sensing the slight tension in the air, Makoto decided to intervene with his usual calm. "I apologize for the confusion. It wasn't planned. Shirou was kind enough to invite me after we met."

The woman looked at him again, this time with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. Her scrutinizing gaze lingered on him for a few more seconds before she finally relaxed her posture. A broad, almost childlike smile spread across her face.

"Well, if Shirou says it's fine, then I trust him! I'm Taiga Fujimura, Shirou's tutor and the one responsible for keeping him from doing anything foolish!"

Makoto gave her a slight nod. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Taiga let out a hearty laugh before pointing at him again with a dramatic gesture. "Formal and polite! I like you, Minato-kun!" She plopped down enthusiastically onto a cushion across from the table and pointed at him again, her curiosity renewed. "But tell me, where are you from? What are you doing here? And why do you look so serious? Relax, you're among friends."

Makoto, used to handling direct questions, replied calmly, "I'm from out of town. For now, I don't have any clear plans, but I thought I'd stay in Fuyuki for a while."

"Out of town, huh? How mysterious!" Taiga nodded enthusiastically, though she clearly remained intrigued. "Well, if you don't have a place to stay, this house is like a free hotel! Right, Shirou?"

Shirou sighed, a mix of resignation and slight embarrassment on his face. "Sensei, we shouldn't offer things like that so lightly…"

"Oh, come on, Shirou! You're too serious!" Taiga retorted, giving him a pat on the shoulder before turning her attention back to Makoto. "By the way, what about your family? Are you here on a visit, or do you plan to stay longer?"

Makoto glanced briefly at his empty plate before responding in a serene but distant tone. "I don't have close family. And I'm not sure how long I'll be here."

His tranquil words seemed to throw Taiga off for a moment. However, her usual energy quickly returned, as if she chose not to delve into what might be an uncomfortable topic.

"Well, then, while you're here, you're part of our family! Right, Shirou?"

Shirou nodded, albeit with some hesitation. "Sure, sensei. But maybe we shouldn't go overboard, don't you think?"

"Going overboard is my specialty!" Taiga declared, laughing as she leaned back in her seat. She then looked at Makoto with a mix of curiosity and warmth. "Listen, Minato-kun, if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask me. I'm an expert in all things related to daily life and troublesome youths. Just ask Shirou!"

Makoto gave a slight nod, accepting the gesture without much emotion. Despite his usual calm demeanor, something about Taiga's infectious energy felt oddly comforting to him.

For the first time in a long while, he felt that the warmth radiating from this house wasn't so far removed from what he remembered as home. Though he knew he couldn't let his guard down, he decided to enjoy the moment, at least for now.

Makoto had to admit that Shirou was an excellent cook; dinner had been delicious. The aroma of fresh ingredients and the balanced flavors of the dishes reflected not only skill but also care in their preparation. As they ate, the conversation flowed naturally, steering away from topics centered solely on him.

In a short time, Makoto had learned much about his host. He discovered that Shirou had lost his father figure at a young age, a fact that hinted at a certain melancholy in his voice when he spoke about it. Taiga, in response to that loss, had taken Shirou under her wing as if he were her own family, supporting him to this day. However, there were moments when Shirou hesitated or seemed uncomfortable discussing certain details about his past. Makoto, sensing this, chose not to press him, allowing silence to take over when necessary.

On the other hand, Taiga, with her boundless energy, provided a vibrant contrast to the conversation. Not only was she a teacher at Homurahara Academy, but she was also a kendo expert—a skill she proudly proclaimed, declaring herself the best in town. Makoto couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm, finding in her a carefree spirit that seemed to light up the room.

Time passed without them realizing it. Night had fully settled by the time Taiga stood up with an exaggerated sigh.

"Well, I think it's time for me to go. You two behave, alright?" she said with a smile before bidding them an enthusiastic farewell.

After Taiga left, Shirou walked Makoto to the door. There, under the soft glow of the streetlights, the air felt cool and calm.

"Thank you very much for the invitation," Makoto said, bowing slightly with a serene smile.

"There's no need to thank me, Minato-san," Shirou replied, scratching the back of his neck with a hint of nervousness. "In the end, you were the one who helped me get home. It was the least I could do."

"Even so, I appreciate it," Makoto replied, extending his hand to Shirou.

Shirou didn't hesitate to take the gesture, shaking his hand firmly. They exchanged glances, and that was when Makoto felt something peculiar.

It was as if an invisible connection had formed between them, a warm, familiar sensation that he couldn't ignore. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, and that was when he heard it.

"I am thou… Thou art I…

Thou hast established a new bond…

Thou shalt have our blessing when thou choosest to use it…

The Star Arcana shall guide thy path in this war…"

Makoto's eyes shot open, a fleeting mix of surprise and resignation crossing his face.

"Oh… damn," he thought, trying to maintain his composure.

"Is everything alright, Minato-san?" Shirou asked, tilting his head in curiosity at Makoto's brief distraction.

"Yes, I just… remembered something important," Makoto replied with a faint smile, skillfully masking his unease.

"Well, have a good night," Shirou said, releasing his hand and giving a slight bow before heading back into the Emiya residence.

Makoto watched him disappear behind the door before turning and beginning to walk through the quiet streets of Fuyuki. The sound of his footsteps was the only thing breaking the silence of the night. Yet, his mind was far from calm.

As he walked, his thoughts revolved around the bond he had just formed. Shirou was a promising young man, someone with great ideals and a noble heart, but those very ideals could lead him down a dangerous path.

Makoto couldn't help but murmur to himself as he gazed at the starry sky:

"If this is the path I must walk… then I'll do what I can to guide him, even if the cost is high."

The war was just beginning, and Shirou would be a key player in it. Makoto knew this. And though he had sworn not to get too involved, something inside him told him this bond was not one he could ignore.

With a determined look, Makoto continued on his way, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

End of the Chapter

First of all, I've decided to move the Chaldea Omake until Makoto has his interaction with the Servants of the war.

What did you think of the chapter?

There's been another significant change, aside from the obvious reference to the name given to Makoto in the manga.

Shirou has become a Social Link for Makoto, represented by the Star Arcana. While other Arcana could have fit, such as Justice or the Hanged Man, I chose the Star because it reminded me of another story where Yu Narukami ended up as a Master in Stay Night.

Regarding Social Links, I'll be limiting them to just a few characters.

With nothing more to add, I hope you all have an excellent day!