A Dimensional Journey Begins with the Dragon Clan

Chapter 1215 1208. Breakfast at the Emiya Family

The way he cleans up looks so bad even to children.

After tidying up the scattered things.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you something important. Before you come to my house, there is something I must tell you." The man said seriously.

"Is it about where we're going later?" asked Emiya Shirou.

"No, I just want to say... First of all, I'm a magician." The man was really serious and said it exaggeratedly.

It happened in a split second.

Looking back now, Shirou Emiya felt that he was really a child at that time. He actually believed the words that he was not sure whether it was a joke or not.

"Wow, uncle is so awesome." He remembered that his eyes lit up at that time, and then he responded to the man's words.

After that, he became that person's child.

In fact, he didn't remember the conversation at that time very clearly.

But every time something happened, my father would talk about this memory.

Repeated again and again with an embarrassed expression.

Therefore, for his father, Emiya Kiritsugu, that memory might be the happiest thing in Emiya Shirou's life.

anyway.

It was incredible that Kiritsugu could say such a thing to a child who had lost his parents and home in an accident, saying that he was a magician.

But even though his eyes sparkled with envy, he wasn't much better.

In this way he became his father's adopted son and obtained the Emiya surname.

Emiya Shirou.

When I say my name like this, I feel very proud that I share the same surname as Kiritsugu.

He had a dream.

When he was young.

It was around the time he had just convinced his father to take him in as his apprentice, so that was probably about eight years ago.

After he was able to look after the house by himself, Kiritsugu often went out.

Kiritsugu said as usual, "From today on, I will go on adventures around the world," something that only a child would say, and then he actually did it.

It has been like this since then.

It was common for him to be away for a whole month. At the most exaggerated point, he didn't come back for half a year.

The Emiya residence is a martial arts hall, and only he and Kiritsugu live in it.

When he was a child, he once got lost because the house was too big.

  Even so, he still likes this kind of life.

After returning from his trip, Emiya Kiritsugu talked about the interesting things that happened during his trip like a child.

There are also children with the same surname as him who are looking forward to hearing his stories.

Although I always stay alone in the room, the loneliness will eventually be wiped out with the stories Kiritsugu brings back.

A father who always chases his dreams like a teenager.

Even though he couldn't stand it, Emiya Shirou had always envied Emiya Kiritsugu.

So for Shirou Emiya himself, maybe he also hopes to become like him one day.

Just a quick mention.

Faced with such a dreamy father, Emiya Shirou felt that he had to be independent and rely on himself. This was an idea he had had since he was a child.

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there's noise.

The old, hard-to-open door, coupled with the weight of its rusty hinges, made a sound as the door opened.

Light streamed into the dark warehouse.

“────Hmm.”

Emiya Shirou was about to wake up from his sleep.

"Senior, are you awake?"

He was aware of the footsteps approaching him and the winter temperature outside.

"Yeah. Good morning, Sakura."

"Yes. Good morning, Senior."

Maybe she's used to this kind of conversation, but Sakura seemed to find it very funny and nodded.

"Senior, it's already morning. We still have some time, but Mr. Fujimura will be angry if I sleep here."

"Oh, that's true. Thank you for calling me. I'm sorry to always be like this."

  "That's not the case. Because Senior always gets up early. It's a good day to wake him up like today.

There are very few.”

I don’t know what she’s so happy about, but Sakura feels more energetic than usual.

"Really? Sakura wakes me up quite often. If Fuji-nee comes, I will definitely be beaten up. It's better for Sakura to wake me up. Well, I will try harder next time."

Emiya Shirou answered with his newly awakened mind.

Because I don't really use my brain, I don't even know what I'm saying.

"Okay, I get it. But I would be happier if you could stop working so hard."

Sakura smiled softly.

Oops. It seems that I am still not awake, and I can't say many normal words. Emiya Shirou realized that he was confused and his words were a little ambiguous.

"—Wait a moment. I'll be up in a moment."

He took a deep breath to clear his head.

The cold winter air comes in handy at this time.

The cold wind can ruthlessly shatter the thinking that is slowed down by lack of sleep.

The person in front of him was his junior, Matou Sakura.

This is the warehouse in the courtyard, and the time is just past six o'clock.

"Senior?"

"Ah, I'm awake now. Sorry, Sakura. I overslept again. I should have gotten up early to help prepare breakfast."

"It's okay. Senior, you went to bed very late yesterday, right? Then don't be so tired in the morning. I will prepare breakfast."

Sakura said in a brisk tone.

It's really strange. Sakura is so energetic today, and seems to be very happy.

"Idiot, this is not right. Since we are all awake, let's go to the kitchen together."

"Okay, we're ready. Let's go, Sakura."

"Ah, uh, um, Senior."

"? What's wrong? Is there anything else?"

"No, that's not it, Senior. I think it would be better for you to change your clothes before entering the house."

“Ah!”

Having said that, Emiya Shirou looked down at his clothes.

Because I fell asleep at work yesterday, and I was still wearing my overalls.

The overalls were covered in dust. If I wore this and went home, I didn't know what Fuji-san would scold me for.

"Well, it seems that I am still not awake. Why do I seem to be more dazed than usual?"

"Well, maybe. So leave breakfast to me, and take your time, senior. And senior, if you mess up this place, Mr. Fujimura will be angry, right?"

"That's true. I'll go over after I change my clothes, Ying, you go back first."

"Okay. I'll wait for you, Senior."

Sakura left here quickly.

All right.

First, change into the uniform and then clean up all these messy things.

This warehouse was built in a corner of the courtyard. Just as it looked, it was a warehouse full of scrap metal. However, for me who loved playing with things since I was a child, this place was like a treasure house.

Although his father told him not to come in, Shirou Emiya sneaked in every day without telling him, and eventually this place became his own base.

To Emiya Shirou, perhaps this place could be considered his own room.

Because such a spacious house like Emiya doesn't suit his personality, and more importantly, he feels safe staying in a space surrounded by these scrap metals.

"And it's such a waste. Even though it's just scrap metal, it can still be used."

Most of the things stored in the warehouse are broken daily necessities.

Did you put things here because you like this place, or did you like this place because there are mountains of scrap metal here?

Anyway, Shirou Emiya, who sneaked in here every day, developed an interest in repairing broken items like those found here.

It’s not that he particularly takes good care of things.

He thought he just couldn't accept not using something that was clearly still usable, so that's why he cared.

Because of this, I spent the whole night yesterday fixing a broken heater.

"It won't be finished until tomorrow. Falling asleep in the middle of a repair is proof that I don't have enough concentration."

Emiya Shirou put aside his slight self-loathing.

In any case, first collect the parts of the heater and put them in a special cabinet for repair.

The cabinets waiting to be repaired were not empty. When the furnace was repaired, the next item in line was the outdated VCR.

These two were all destroyed by Fuji-nee, but let’s just ignore that fact for now.

"Hey."

Take off your work clothes and put on your uniform.

The warehouse is like his room, with spare clothes and daily necessities prepared for him.

In other parts, there are some scattered crumpled blueprints and scrap metal left over from failed training.

Was it originally used as an altar? An unknown emblem was engraved on the floor of the warehouse.

"────Okay. Let's work hard today."

With a snap, Emiya Shirou clapped his hands in the warehouse and walked towards the house.

He walked from the warehouse towards the house.

This Emiya residence is a martial arts hall outside the city.

My dad is not a noble from this area, but he has such a big house.

Although this is a mystery, it seems that Kiritsugu Emiya has no relatives in Japan.

So after his father died, no one else took over the house, and it naturally became the property of his adopted son.

But to be honest, he doesn't have the ability to manage.

Uncle Fujimura helped me with complicated matters like inheritance tax and property tax.

Uncle Fujimura is a large landowner who lives nearby.

My dad said, "He looks like a gangster boss."

Of course this is prejudice.

Uncle Fujimura doesn't look like a gangster boss, he is a gangster boss.

As for how big a problem this would be, Shirou Emiya thought it would be better not to ask further.

Speaking of Fujimura's grandfather, should we say he is scary? There is no doubt that he is very energetic. At least he is not a bad person.

As long as Shirou Emiya helps him to modify his favorite iron horse, he will give Shirou Emiya a very high amount of pocket money.

In short, it was because of these reasons that he was the only one living in such a big house.

Dad has been dead for five years.

Time flies.

When he thought about how much he had grown in the past five years, Emiya Shirou couldn't help but sigh.

In order to be like Kiritsugu, he practiced every day, but the reality was not as smooth as he thought.

Although it is understandable that this would happen if I had no talent at the beginning, the fact that I haven't made any progress in the past five years is worth reviewing.

If we were to sum up the current situation in one sentence, it would be that the goal was set too high and he hasn't even reached the starting line yet.

"────────"

No, being too anxious is not a good thing.

In short, now we should practice what we can until we are proficient.

Anyway, what we should do now is...

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There is a magnificent dojo inside the Emiya residence.

It was built while building this house.

It was built completely on impulse.

So, this temple was not built for any purpose.

“────Okay.”

Do some stretching before having breakfast.

It's not that Emiya Shirou is practicing martial arts. "If you want to do the same thing as me, you have to train your body first." Ever since his father said this, training like this has become his daily task.

"...Ninety-nine, one hundred, good."

After finishing his routine sit-ups, Shirou Emiya took off his gi and changed into a uniform.

Because I overslept today, I have less time to move my body satisfyingly.

It is enough to skip the stretching exercises and just do sit-ups to a certain extent.

He doesn't have the physique to grow that much muscle, and even if the body is an asset, he doesn't want to fight with anyone.

  It is enough for the body to be able to cope with unexpected accidents and to coordinate with one's own random actions.

Originally, Emiya Shirou wanted to be the opposite of an athlete.

"Oh, it's already this time."

I put the sweat-soaked uniform into the laundry basket.

The time is 6:20.

For the Emiya family who woke up early, they had already started eating breakfast even at this time.

Breakfast is fully prepared.

Very much like Sakura's style, the elegant aroma of breakfast wafted over from the dining table.

"Thank you for your hard work, Senior. Breakfast is ready here."

"Yes, thank you. I'm sorry for bothering Sakura because I overslept."

"No, it's not a problem at all─. And you didn't oversleep. Since you don't have any club activities, you're already up very early at this time."

"It has nothing to do with the club. If that's the case, Sakura has to come to my house for morning exercises, so she'll have to get up even earlier."

"Ah no, I volunteered. Please don't worry about the club."

"Well, I've heard you say this many times. Never mind, so I want to get up early even though it has nothing to do with the club. Since Sakura is coming, wouldn't it be rude for me not to get up?"

For Emiya Shirou, waking up early means getting up before Sakura comes over, while oversleeping means letting Sakura prepare breakfast by herself like he did this morning.

However, this is a habit that only started a year and a half ago.

  Why is this happening?

Ah... maybe we should look for the reason from the other man at the table, the one who didn't say a word.

Emiya Shirou could no longer remember when this man came to his house or why he came, or rather, his memory was vague.

All in all, it seemed natural that this man lived here.

And the reason why Ying came here every day seemed to be because of this man. Taking care of him was just a side job.

However, Shirou Emiya has nothing to complain about. After all, someone takes care of him every day, and he can't thank him enough.

"Haha. Senior really does mind this kind of thing. Senior Mizue often says that although Emiya is careless, he is too polite and long-winded."

As if she had thought of something, Sakura complained with a smile.