Matou Kariya: "Haven't you figured it out yet? The store in this system sells Magic Circuits, and they only cost one Saint Quartz each."
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Matou Kariya: "I bought fic Circuits already."
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Tohsaka Tokiomi: "What?!"
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Tokiomi hadn't noticed this at all. His focus had been on rare items like the Jeweled Sword of Zelretch.
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Keh: "You actually buy Magic Circuits?"
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Magic Circuits were fual to a magus. They were vital pos that allowed oo vert life forto magical energy. Without them, one simply couldn't be a magus.
The number of Magic Circuits determined a magus's magical potential, but it wasn't just about quantity—quality was also crucial.
Normally, the number of Magic Circuits was set from birth and couldn't be increased by any known means. But now, this mysterious system had turhat belief on its head.
If word of this spread, the Mage's Association would be thrown into chaos. Until now, none of them had truly delved into the system's store, but it seemed like it was time to iigate it thhly.
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"What a fasating system."
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Waver had finally arrived in Fuyuki City and was staying at an inn. However, his thoughts were occupied by the treasure chests in front of him, a gold one and a bronze one.
These were rewards from the previous two days' quizzes, but he hadn't had the ce to open them while traveling.
With the Holy Grail War's summoning ritual eng tonight, Waver decided to open both chests, hoping to find something useful.
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"Hmm? What's this?"
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Waver found himself holding a card and a dagger, both items that left him puzzled.
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Meanwhile, at the Einzbern castle...
"Irisviel, there's a ge of pn."
Kiritsugu Emiya approached his wife, who was carefully polishing Avalon. His expression was serious.
Irisviel looked up, curious. "What's the matter, Kiritsugu? I thought you were pnning to summon King Arthur?"
"The summoning target remains the same," Kiritsugu replied, holding up a card. "What's ging is who performs the summoning."
His gaze drifted toward Fuyuki City, specifically to a hotel room where Chihiro reparing.
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"Ding!" gratutions to the host for acquiring a "Heroic Spirit Summoning Card - Chaldea Version"!
Chihiro's eyes lit up with excitement. Finally, a det item.
The "Chaldea Version" allowed for a summonihod that used the "Fate Summoning System," enabling Heroic Spirits to remain in the world indefinitely until dismissed or defeated.
This meant that Chihiro could potentially summon two Heroic Spirits during the Holy Grail War.
However, he had to aowledge a bitter truth, the Holy Grail was corrupted by Angra Mainyu's curse and could not grant any genuine wishes.
"I'll save this for ter tonight."
With a pn in mind, Chihiro opehe sed treasure chest.
Ding! gratutions to the host for obtaining a "Magical ary Item - Extremely Spicy Mapo Tofu"!
Chihiro's expression darkened. What kind of reward was this? How did Mapo Tofu end up as a prize?
He wasn't Father Kotomine; what use did he have for this dish?
He g the item description: "Produces one serving of extra spicy Mapo Tofu per day. Eating it boosts alertness, revitalizes the mind, and accelerates physical recovery."
Well, it made sehat something so spicy would jolt someone awake, but enhang recovery? That was ued.
"Fi's irely useless. At least I won't starve."
With a resigned sigh, Chihiro prepared a serving of the Mapo Tofu and took a bite.
The taste was surprisingly good—spicy, yes, but not overwhelmingly so. At least, not for him.
Being able to tolerate spicy food was a small fort. As he tinued eating, he felt a renewed sense of vigor.
Could this be a remedy for exhaustion during prolonged magecraft use? If so, it wasn't a terrible reward after all.
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Night fell, and all the partits prepared to summon their Heroic Spirits.
Like Waver, Chihiro had found a secluded spot in the mountains outside Fuyuki City for his ritual.
Having no relic to act as a catalyst, he was gambliirely on lubsp;
Since he had essentially taken Uryuu Ryuunosuke's pce, it was almost certain that his summoned Servant would belong to the Caster css.
Given his heritage, there was a high probability of summoning a Heroic Spirit from Japan.
Among the legendary Casters associated with Japan, Chihiro could think of several possibilities: Abe no Seimei, the famed onmyoji, or perhaps even one of the lesser-known mystics.
The thought of summoning someone like Seimei was thrilling, but he had to be prepared for the possibility of calling forth a pletely different figure.
No matter. He began the summoning ritual.
"I hereby swear, I shall be all that is good in the world. I shall deliver from all that is evil in the world..."
As Chihiro pleted the t, a red pattern materialized on the back of his hand, the and Seals, marking him as a Master.
The design was distinct from the others he'd seen, resembling an a sigil.
The summoning circle glowed brightly, and an old voice emerged from within the light.
"Ahem, are you my Master?"
An elderly man a traditional robe appeared in the ter of the circle. His hair and beard were long and white, with a pigtail that hung down his back. A scar ran across his left cheek, adding a rugged touch to his otherwise gentle appearance.
"I am Chihiro, a humble practitireetings" Chihiro said, perf a respectful bow.
Though he wasn't sure who this man was, it was clear from his attire that he was a figure steeped in mysticism, perhaps even onmyodo.
"Haha, you're quite the polite ohe old man chuckled, stroking his beard. "But don't get the wrong idea. I'm ly a venerable elder. You could say I'm more of a rogue among mystics."
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