Emiya Charm-Sidestory (Father's Day Special)

The sudden, shrill light of the circular room was almost blinding, the bright white walls reflected the lights in an excessively intense way, the sound of a grunt can be heard beside her showing that she was not the only one to be disturbed by the sudden brightness.

When Kuro regained her eyesight, she was able to fully identify her surroundings and she did not stop snorting when she noticed the green table in the center of the room.

"Poker? To-chan you said you were bringing us here so that we could learn something extremely secret, which would be necessary for our future, I honestly believed in you."

Frustration was easily identified in his voice.

The simple fact that Kiritsugu had a mysterious smile did nothing to improve the situation, which was also annoying, he knew that, without bothering to answer his questions, the magus killer indicates the table to his children before to sit.

Shirou joins him with Kuro right behind, soon the game started in perfect silence after Kiritsugu the rules are taught and of course, Kuro started to lose, and in each round, more and more frustration eventually took over, the expression on the men's faces made her snap.

"Tou-chan should we learn here, besides the fact that you two are better than me at poker ?!"

"In the first case, patience," he said in a monotone without taking his eyes off the cards.

Her cheeks turned red at that observation.

There was a moment of silence before Kiritsugu spoke softly: "When I was young, my father took me aside and taught me a secret. It was a skill he had used, many times before, he had told me this skill could be a very useful tool in my life.

In a way, this secret gave me a happy life, however brief it was, his only request was that one day I could pass on this skill. So now I'm moving on.

Although she didn't know much about her To-chan Kuro's personal past, she still had a vague idea of ​​what the happy moment of which he had been talking about must be, guilty and a little apprehensive she asks "so what would that secret To-chan be? and please don't tell me that "it's a secret" because that wouldn't have any fun. "

The man laughed briefly before saying, "Emiya's charm."

Shirou and Kuro froze, I thought it was just a joke from the forums, not a real thing, Kuro thinks.

That was when Shirou asked, "Wasn't it just something that Fujimura-nee-chan invented because he thought you were hot?"

"Y-yes" The magus responds by letting out a half-dry cough before continuing.

Kiritsugu's head scale explained: "It's a real thing. Medium. It's just basic psychology and observation."

"There is?"

"Girls paint the mysterious bad boy, boys like understanding, loyal and self-reliant women," Kiritsugu shrugged. "People want what they can't have," he continued to explain, "if you find out what they like, subtly flaunt it around, without showing recognition of their growing interest, without showing that you're doing it on purpose, you can kind of make them obsessed with you. How many people love puzzles ".

"So is it just manipulating people to like you ?!" Shirou exclaimed in outrage.

"If that's all you do with it," explained Kiritsugu before continuing, "It may not really be a thing, but yes, in many past cases I have had to use this ability to track or control targets, at the moment I use it to be alone or identify threats, that is a very useful trick ".

Kuro blinked, "What about poker?"

Tou-chan shrugged: "It's a game about not letting people read you as you read them. A training method that serves both to practice this skill and to gather information. Also, let's admit, you may end up in such a game sooner or later "

The girl tilted her head to the side and looked between the two, remembering how they both acted during the game and how they both had the same movements and even what she would dare say, however much Shirou later denies, the same strategies.

Really even though they had no biological relationship, they were very similar, the more time she spent with them the more she distrusted the credibility of certain theories about Shirou's fatherhood, even now she couldn't read them completely, especially when Shirou adopted that one again. damn blank posture, giving up she said: "So why is all this secret, to-chan if this is such a useful skill because teaching your daughter techniques of information gathering and seduction?".

Tou-chan was not at all surprised by my question, was I that predictable? Or even by her elaboration, most parents would be kind of perplexed that an 8-year-old child knows so many complex words or is disturbed by his daughter's awareness of the information gathering arts on the black market.

Only they were not Emiya Kiritsugu, a man who would do anything to defend his ideals, who would go to great lengths to protect what he loves, who even in the face of difficulty would rise up and continue to fight, a hero of justice.

But even a hero can fail after all he was also human.

And he more than anyone else was extremely aware of it.

The emyias males they turned a little red, stuttering a little in response to that observation.

"My father taught me so I could survive in this world," he said, avoiding looking her in the eye with a slight pink hue on his cheeks as if that explained everything. "It's a family tradition, and so I wouldn't leave my daughter out. ".

"Because I won't always be able to be here to protect you" were the words not spoken by his father.

Tears welled up in Kuro's eyes.

"I love you too, to-chan," she said excitedly hugging her waist.

It took 2 or 4 minutes for Shirou to join the hug.

If Kiritsugu had watery eyes, no one would point.

After all, it was a family moment, and no matter what the circumstances, they never forgot.