Chapter 55

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Looking up at the massive hole in the ceiling, Shinomiya Yanan was silent for a long while. Then, he turned to his still-dazed daughter.

"Kaguya," he said, gesturing for her to follow. "Come with me to the study."

Inside the dark-paneled study, lined with centuries of family secrets and tradition, Yanan faced his daughter with a seriousness she had rarely seen.

"Kaguya, is Mr. Envoy your boyfriend?"

For the first time in years—perhaps the first time ever—Shinomiya Yanan was speaking to his daughter on personal terms.

"I… Father, I…"

Kaguya's lips trembled as she tried to respond, but no words came. Her cheeks were flushed, her composure shaken.

She liked Kurosawa Ren—really liked him. And today… today had been her first kiss.

But…

He already had a girlfriend.

Was she just one of many? Was there any future between them at all?

"Ah," Yanan said quietly, watching her expression. "So it's not official yet… or perhaps he's being pursued by other women?"

Sharp as ever, Shinomiya Yanan saw through her hesitation with one glance.

She didn't answer.

But she didn't need to.

Yanan leaned back, his voice calm and measured. "Child, you don't need to worry about that."

He folded his hands behind his back.

"It's perfectly normal for a man of such strength and status to have women around him. Admirers, suitors—that's the world he lives in."

"You have to understand," he continued, "the world has changed. What lies ahead is no longer determined by tradition or wealth alone. The future belongs to the extraordinary. To people like him."

The room fell silent as his words settled.

Shinomiya Yanan wasn't just speaking as a father. He was speaking as the patriarch of one of Japan's most powerful dynastic families.

He couldn't—wouldn't—let the Shinomiya name fade in his generation.

This was strategy. Survival. Legacy.

He looked his daughter squarely in the eyes.

"You have the chance to walk alongside a man who could change history."

And with that, Yanan told her everything.

Everything about the extraordinary world—the hidden reality that existed behind the veil of society.

The world of demons, curses, magic, and those who controlled it.

"Wait… what?" Kaguya's voice trembled. "Ren… he's an extraordinary being?"

Her wide, astonished eyes locked on her father's.

She hadn't imagined this—hadn't even dreamed it. But as she listened to Yanan recount how Kurosawa Ren had defeated Gojo Satoru—the man hailed as the strongest sorcerer alive—it became impossible to deny.

"Yes," Yanan said. "They call him the Special Envoy for a reason."

"He's powerful enough to level nations. The kind of man who could change the world with a whisper."

"A person like that," he added grimly, "can only be friend, not foe."

And then came the real reason he had called her here.

"Your father wants you to win his heart."

Kaguya stared at him, stunned.

Before she could speak, he continued, voice unwavering:

"Don't worry. You'll have the full support of the family. If you become pregnant, we'll arrange the wedding immediately."

"...Father," she whispered.

Her face turned crimson.

She had always known.

Even as a child—living in opulence, draped in privilege, groomed for greatness—she had known that her fate wasn't truly hers.

The Shinomiya family was a patriarchal dynasty, and daughters were often political chess pieces. Her future, her marriage, her love… all were tools to extend the family's power.

But this?

This was different.

If she was going to be part of someone else's future—why not make it the future she wanted?

Kurosawa Ren wasn't just her first love.

He was her only love.

Maybe… just maybe… she could accept this fate, and choose it too.

She nodded slowly.

"Very good," her father said, his stern face softening ever so slightly. "You may go."

The next morning…

Kurosawa Ren sat in his private courtyard, enjoying a quiet cup of black coffee brewed by one of the estate maids.

The night before had been… unforgettable.

He smiled to himself, recalling Kaguya's shy, blushing face. Her delicate features, her perfect silhouette, her slender waist that trembled slightly under his touch…

He took another sip, savoring the memory.

Then, gently setting the cup down, he stood and walked toward the sprawling arena beside the main house.

Time for training.

"Unlimited Blade Works!"

As the ancient incantation echoed across the field, the sky changed.

Flames spread over a desolate, endless wasteland. In the horizon, massive gears rotated slowly in the sky.

Swords—dozens, hundreds, maybe thousands—jutted from the ground in a graveyard of steel.

This was the iconic Unlimited Blade Works, once wielded by the red-clad counter guardian, Archer.

But Kurosawa Ren wasn't done.

He began a second incantation.

And the sky turned blood red.

The gears above began to darken. Chains coiled around them, binding them in place. The ground was no longer just a desert of blades—it was a tomb soaked in red.

This was not the original.

This was something new.

Something more.

Two realities—Red A's and Black A's Infinite Sword Systems—were now clashing inside a single domain.

Trying to force the concepts together was like stitching fire and shadow with a thread of lightning.

It nearly broke him.

Ren gritted his teeth as his magical circuits surged, threatening to spiral out of control.

This wasn't like his last encounter with the Demon Goddess. Back then, the barriers had harmonized naturally.

Now, he had to rely on underground dragon veins just to stabilize the two systems.

But he managed it.

Sweat pouring, heart pounding, he succeeded.

At last—he had achieved a new level of mastery.

With this dual sword system, he could summon a rain of weapons to strike inside and out simultaneously. A technique no ordinary warrior could defend against.

But he wasn't finished.

Ren tried one more thing: integrating Senji Muramasa's Originless Blade System into the fusion.

And then—

BOOM!

The entire domain shattered like glass.

Raw magical force erupted in a vortex, howling like a beast unleashed.

Ren barely managed to escape, activating his dragon scale defense and redirecting the blast mid-air.

He landed hard, coughing dust.

"Still not enough…" he muttered.

He surveyed the ruined stadium and sighed.

Trying to harmonize three conceptual realities was simply too much.

Maybe it would only be possible when all versions of Emiya Shirou across the heroic spirit timelines were united in his treasury.

Maybe then… maybe only then, the Unlimited Blade Works could evolve.

Into something beyond projection.

Something like Creation Magic itself.

A spell that didn't copy—but invented.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept across the broken training ground.

Riding atop a yellow-furred cat-like creature, Nero Claudius, the Roman empress herself, approached with a bright smile.

"My, my! Your strength is truly astonishing," she said. "You're no heroic spirit, and yet you wield such terrifying power."

"Thanks," Ren replied, turning toward her with a half-smile. "Since when did you and Mr. Pan become such good friends?"

"Have you forgotten?" Nero giggled. "I possess the Riding skill! Be it cat or chariot or airplane, none are beyond my command!"

"Uhhh, your majesty," came a panicked voice from behind her. "Could you please tell this stupid cat to slow down?! We're about to crash and I can't hold on—!"

As Mr. Pan bucked like a rodeo bull, Nero screamed with laughter.

Ren rubbed his temples.

Definitely a mascot.

She still had her Servant-class abilities—but in this tiny form, she could barely take on a minor spirit. Only when she returned to her full adult form would her true power return.

It was Monday.

Ren put on his uniform, hopped on his armored motorcycle, and rode to school.

As he parked near the college gates and dispelled his transportation magic, he heard a soft voice from behind.

"Hello there! My name is Hayasaka Ai. Would you mind if we talked?"

He turned—and was met with a dazzling sight.

Blonde hair tied in a playful ponytail. Perfectly applied makeup. A flirtatious gleam in her eyes. A short skirt and long, porcelain legs that practically shimmered in the sun.

He blinked.

Hayasaka Ai?

She was one of Kaguya's attendants… which meant she was definitely here on a mission.

Interesting.

A cute blonde spy, walking right into his trap.

Ren gave her a warm, sunny smile.

"Sure! I'm Kurosawa Ren, class 2-C. Which class are you in?"

Hayasaka's big eyes sparkled, her glossy lips curved in a sweet smile—but inside, her thoughts were sharp and cold.

"Playboy. I'll expose you for the fraud you are. You won't fool my lady Kaguya—not on my watch."

And so, the two walked side by side toward the school building—each wearing a smile, each hiding their own plan.