Hiding atop Homurahara School, Rin Tohsaka scanned her surroundings. Despite it being only one day in, Rin knew she could not be lenient with her precautions, for what the previous Holy Grail Wars had taught her was that while Servants were assholes, humans were insidious assholes. Watching from her vantage point, she saw that everything was normal, before addressing the one behind her:
"Archer, find anything unusual?"
Out of the shadows, an invisible voice called out from behind her, his voice gruff and crackly. "Nothing out of the usual, Master. Though I do have to say, this town seems to be more awfully congested, to say the least. Why...?"
"Oh, nothing much. Just that during the last Goly Grail War, when the end of the world was about to occur, He was said to have come and destroyed the beast that was about to destroy the entire city of Fuyuki. But I call bullshit, for if He truly existed, Magic would've overrun the world by now..."
As the red-coated, gyaru-oh-coloured, white-haired man (who was still invisible) reeled at the unexpected news. He was forced to confront the fact that this was not the city he was familiar with, nor was there any 'gas explosion' that destroyed his home back then. Heck, even the population could be seen to be booming!
What happened back then...?
As he was ruminating over the possible causes, he picked up something cooking from the school. "Master, I believe that there may be someone inside the school right now!"
Jerking her head up, Rin realised what she had forgotten:
Any mortal who dared to enter the war was deemed a nuisance, and they must be disposed of in any way possible
"Wait, is that budget Superman flying in!?"
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Walking down the halls, Shirou once again sighed. He had snuck back into the school to collect the international version of Mahou Shoujo Krania, the one he had bought for his sister, Ilya, for her birthday. Don't ask why little girls adore magical girls – it's in their blood!
Shaking his head once more, Shirou entered his classroom, where he had kept the disc underneath his table. Wiping off the faint traces of dust that had clattered atop the cover, he took it inside his bag, before heading back out. As he wondered what Sella would be cooking for dinner tonight, he saw a bright blue man flying by–
Wait wut?
Before he could register what it was, he heard a rough shout coming from behind him:
"Leave that lolicon ALONE!"
Before he could object to this highly racist accusation, bright blurs erupted before his very eyes, as the two beings before him began fighting. He could only watch in awe as the bright black, white and red sparks flew across the hallway like beautiful fireworks, using his pathetic reinforced arms to block any stray shots that came his way.
Seeing that staying any longer would potentially kill him, Shirou decided that it would be wiser to enter the classroom for safety. As he began inching his way in, he made the fatal mistake of going slightly behind the skin-suit man...
That would be his fatal mistake
Thwip!
Looking down, Shirou saw what appeared to be the tip of the skin-suit man's weapon, piercing through his heart. Ooohhh, pointy...
"Well, fuck..."
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Watching from the shadows, the tall, rugged hairy creature gazed upon the battle, its dark brown eyes watching clearly, carefully, as the two wizards fought against each other. Though they looked spectacular, it knew, deep in its fetid heart, that it was all flashy. To him, it was important to find slaves that they could capture, to use as instruments to help them communicate, to write their history...
To serve as Her sacrifice, and her food...
Seeing that they had the qualities needed, it turned back, lumbering back into the woods where the rest of its wayward brethren lay...