It feels weird wearing a clip-on tie. Throughout my life, I’ve always had to wear the proper version at formal events. It’s a common thing if you come from money. The reason why I am wearing a bck suit is that I am at a funeral.

  The ceremony is for Takashi Tachibana, Shirou’s father in this universe. The things I had to do to make this happen were not easy.

  I first had to discreetly deliver the body to someone who knew what to do with the corpse without getting caught. Then, they had to be convinced that it was a dead body as well as Takashi Tachibana's. After that, I just needed to prove Shirou's retionship to have a reason to attend.

  That was the easy part, as all I needed to do was ask about my original family and get some blood taken.

  Many people came to me. They feel sorry for me, or they feel pity for my situation. I can't bme them. I would act the same, given the situation. A boy who survived a tragic accident and has amnesia hears the chance of retives. However, said retives died in the said accident. It’s almost funny how tragic this is.

  ‘Hold on… I can use this to my advantage’.

  There is something I want to try. In this scope of the multiverse, there is a pce known as the Throne of Heroes. In which there are those of legendary status that, with unique circumstances, can be summoned back into the mortal realm.

  While that is not my intention, I do want to see if it is possible to get in there during modern times. While having a tragic past won’t get me in trouble, it will help. The thing I’m about to do will be perfect to kickstart my legend.

  Next Day

  Surprisingly, school is starting back up soon. It would have made kids focus on something other than the tragedy. However, for someone with amnesia, my knowledge is always being put into question.

  'Thankfully,' Taiga volunteered to be my tutor. I've already graduated from university, so it's unnecessary; pying the part of a seven-year-old kid will require me to act dumber than I am.

  For one subject, that won’t be the case. Science is a field of study that will help revolutionize the way we live in the future. I pn to cim a stake in that success.

  My method will be courtesy of Shirou's future self. His bow is made of a unique, durable, flexible ceramic. I’m pretty sure it's the same material used for some space technology in the future.

  I pn on recreating it. However, I have some conditions in pce. The first is that I can’t use any magecraft to make it. If anyone from the moonlit world caught wind of this, I would be killed without hesitation.

  The second problem is that I can’t Trace the bow. While I have seen it, I can’t copy it with my memories. I know the parameters and how it can be used; though, without the item on hand, I'm pretty much working from scratch.

  Oh well, challenges like this will only make me stronger.

  Four Hours Later...

  There are many things I can call myself—intelligent, charismatic, pragmatic, selfish, and many others. One of them would not be irritable. Nothing has ever annoyed me; if I know it is possible to reach a goal, I will endure whatever it takes. That being said, this is the closest I've ever been to feeling the emotion.

  After brushing up on the topics, I doubt I could know more about the subject. There is also the fact that I was doing this before 2000. Because of that, the technology at my disposal is very limited.

  This will be my st attempt for the day, and then I'll start training. I closed my eyes and flexed my circuits to warm them up.

  BEEP BEEP BEEP

  My eyes shoot open. The machine is smoking. I started typing frantically to get it to stop. After trying multiple commands to get the program to end as well as firm taps, the computer finishes its task.

  Or at least I hope it will, as the device explodes in my face. On pure instinct, I managed to Reinforce my arms and shield my face. My body is sent into a wall regardless. Pain erupts on my back as it collides.

  That almost worked. I guess everything was going too smoothly anyway. Me and my damned luck. I stand up and slowly walk over to the computer. Looking over my body, there aren’t any scars, and my back is only sore. My left arm on my original body has a nasty scar on it; I don’t need one on this body either.

  Opening the lid, I immediately started fanning the smoke. The machine might be salvageable, but I would have to spend a day at least trying to repair it.

  Looking inside, I notice a bck rectangle without any deformities. Putting on gloves, I pull out the tray. Grabbing and inspecting it, there aren’t cracks or anything. Reinforcing my arms, I bend the ceramic. I let it go, and it slowly fixed itself. I drop the ceramic back onto the desk and sit back on my chair. I've done it…

  Thinking about it, it's sad that I can't feel anything about this. I have just succeeded in creating something revolutionary, and I don't feel anything. Not happy, sad, or anything.

  Oh well, I spent years of my life trying to figure out what's wrong with me and how to fix it. Now it doesn’t matter to me. This is what I desire, and I will do what is needed to get it.

  (...)

  "SEVEN-YEAR-OLD GENIUS DISCOVERS REVOLUTIONARY NEW SUBSTANCE"

  "Seven-year-old Emiya Shirou from Japan is a homeschooled boy with an interest in chemistry. Last week, he discovered a material that had been out of reach for scientists for years: flexible ceramic.

  "Ceramics are materials that are neither metallic nor organic. They are tough and strong, like diamonds. However, they come with a fatal fw: their brittleness.

  "When I heard about this, I didn't believe it. High toughness and strength are usually incompatible in a ceramic," said Eric Stach, a materials engineer at Purdue University. Paul Hansma, professor of physics at the University of California at Santa Barbara, called the work "astonishing" and said the performance of the new ceramic "raises the bar in this important field."

  There have been many discussions about the uses of this new substance among the professional community. Emiya Shirou was unavaible to comment, but sources show that he may be in negotiation with the US military for a patent exchange for the price of two million..."

  The newspaper gets closed and then folded. The man who was reading the story furrowed his brows in contemption.

  He is a tall Japanese man of 193cm. His brown hair reaches the end of his neck and is parted evenly at the top. He wears simple vestments with a cassock on top and a golden cross around his neck.

  This man was not like most people. For most of his life, he appeared emotionless, doing whatever was asked of him without care. A machine, if you will.

  However, recently, an incident occurred that made him reborn. He had finally found his purpose in life.

  His name is Kotomine Kirei.

  "Interesting," he said. It was then that he felt an approach from behind. This was another man. But calling him a mere man would be wrong.

  Short golden hair, fierce ruby-red eyes, and expensive clothes. He’s got the look and walk of a man whose ego could swallow the world whole; that is because, at one point, it did.

  He is Gilgamesh, king of Uruk and owner of all the world's treasures.

  “What nonsense are the mongrels saying now?” He demanded.

  “A young boy has just discovered a new material,” Kotomine replied.

  “I doubt it would compare to anything in my time,” Gilgamesh said offhandedly.

  “It is not the what that interests me; it is the who." The king only needed to narrow his eyes to make Kotomine continue.

  “His name is Emiya Shirou." This caught Gilgamesh’s attention.

  “The man you’re obsessed with had a son?” He asked with genuine surprise.

  “With how old he is, the boy is probably adopted."

  “So what are you going to do now?”

  “I will leave him alone unless necessary."

  “How boring, although the boy hasn’t shown much interest. I wonder if he will be worth my time." With that, Gilgamesh leaves. But he isn’t the only one with a question.

  ‘Why did he choose to announce his achievement? Why would the Magus Killer's son willingly choose to reveal himself?’ Kotomine thought. He closed his eyes and remained still for a minute.

  ‘Whatever it is, I'm sure it will be very interesting,' The priest smiled, looking forward to the upcoming trials.