Chapter two

One Shirou Emiya was very entertained.

"Mmmh."

Oh, so very much entertained.

Which was weird, since school was not really entertaining, but one Rin Tohsaka, a black-haired and blue-eyed girl provided good entertainment.

In front of her was a large notebook and written there was detailed information about something from math, probably something they would discuss a few weeks later.

She was struggling, that much he could see, judging from the furrowed brows and how her eyes roamed the text a few times, she was trying to understand what needed to be done.

Deciding to spare her from the torture of her own making, Shirou wrote the simplified version of the explanation, pointing out what was supposed to happen with arrows pointing at certain points before passing the paper to her.

The black-haired girl stared at the paper, then at him, then at the paper again as a slight blush spread across her cheeks.

Did she think that it was a confession? Peh, not on her life, he wasn't a pedophile, nor a lolicon.

She could wait for a few years, but there was a chance that he wouldn't respond even then.

Avalon would make him age slower since that holy power was already flowing in his circuits since he made it that way by opening his circuits early and giving them time to

Avalon was a devine construct, divinity was residing within him, literally, it was only a matter of time before his body adapted as he grew.

Making his body age ever so slowly until it reached its peak and when it did, he would live until someone killed him or he offed himself.

Meh, he would cross that bridge when he got there.

Receiving a glare for his efforts, he raised an eyebrow, he just helped her and all he got for his efforts was a glare.

That bitch.

He didn't care if she was a child, she was a little turd.

So what do people do when someone is being an asshole to you? Mental combat.

He smirked.

She scowled.

The victory was his, and he would flaunt it in any way, shape, or form possible.

She glared harder.

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The sound of metal hitting metal rang out in the room.

The fire crackled in the background, as a hammer descended, hitting metal, again and again, until he plunged it into the fire, heating it up one more before he went back to hammering.

Prana seeped from his palms, traveling into the blade with every hit of the hammer.

With a grunt, the blade was plunged into the water as it cooled down rapidly.

Taking it out, he eyed the blade with a keen eye, the experience of his predecessor shining through his pupils as he placed the blade of the Katana on a piece of cloth.

The iconical wave shapes with narrow valleys reflect no light in the dark room as he finally released a breath and turned around taking off his gloves.

Now he just needed to make a handle and that didn't require much work, at least, not as much as the blade itself.

Ever since Kiritsugu died from the curse when he was eight, he had more time to practice, his blades became better and better each time a new one was produced.

It was only a matter of time before he could make a good enough blade to protect himself.

And hey, why not make the perfect blade while he was at it?

Humming slightly, he reinforced his body and picked up the blade.

Slowly, his prana invaded the steel, steadily reaching the top.

It only took half a second, and that's because he was going slowly, nothing was wrong with the blade, it would be perfect... Decoration for his wall, along with the others.

Taking the blade and resting it on his shoulder, he walked up to his house and took a breath.

Nothing beat the fresh air from outside.

"Shirou~! You have guests!"

... Fuck.

Walking to the entrance, he slid open the door, revealing the leech and... Rin? The fuck?

Fujimura Taiga's eyes sparkled at the sword on his shoulder while Rin just stared at the odd sight.

He still had an apron and his hair was slicked back, so it was different from his normal appearance.

"Hey Tsun-Tsun, how can I help you today?"

She glared at him and he smirked, his go-to retort to her attacks.

Taiga was still fussing over the blade, Rin was the one who had to answer.

"She told me that she knew someone who could help me with homework that I had a problem with since she was too busy."

Too busy? Yeah, too busy stuffing her face with food.

"Hmm, come in then."

He stepped aside, letting the two in though Taiga was still observing his newest work.

"Hey, Shirou, Can I have this one? Please~!"

The redhead just eyed his legal guarding for a bit before snorting.

"Pay and you can have it, just like the other four."

He was no charity, Kiritsugu may have left him a shit load amount of money but that didn't mean he would pass on getting paid.

That was stupid.

"But Shirou~!"

He ignored her, for an adult, and someone with a backing of a yakuza, she was very... Childish.

Following his classmate into the living room, he walked past her and slid open the door like a true gentleman... And walked inside before she could.

Oh, he was going to have some fun.