The Chosen of Tengri(Fate Stay Night)

The faint chill of the night air crept into the workshop as Shirou and Saber stepped outside, the world eerily silent around them. Saber moved ahead of Shirou, her hand resting lightly on the hilt of her sword, her gaze scanning the shadows with practiced precision.

"Stay close to me," Saber said, her tone calm but firm.

Shirou nodded, though his steps were hesitant. His heart still raced from the events of the evening, his mind reeling with everything Saber had told him. The Holy Grail War, Masters, Servants it all felt surreal, like something out of a story rather than the reality he now faced.

From her perch on a nearby rooftop, Rin Tohsaka watched the pair with narrowed eyes. Her emerald gaze flickered between Saber's commanding figure and Shirou's hesitant posture.

"Well, isn't this interesting," Rin murmured to herself, her tone laced with curiosity. "How did someone like him summon a Servant like her?"

She had been observing them since the summoning, keeping her presence hidden with practiced care. What she had seen so far raised more questions than answers.

Saber paused, her sharp gaze snapping to the left. "We're being watched," she said quietly.

Shirou stiffened, his eyes darting to the shadows. "What? By who?"

Saber didn't answer immediately. Her hand tightened on her sword, her posture shifting subtly into a defensive stance. "The presence is faint, but it's there. Another Master, perhaps."

Rin frowned from her vantage point, retreating further into the shadows. Saber's senses were sharp—sharper than she had anticipated.

"Well, well," Rin whispered, her lips curving into a small smile. "Looks like Saber's not just for show."

Her gaze shifted back to Shirou, who was standing awkwardly behind Saber, his hand hovering near his side as though he might reach for a weapon he didn't have.

Rin's smile faded slightly. There was something strange about him, something she couldn't quite place.

Shirou Emiya wasn't a typical mage—Rin had known that much from school. He didn't exude the kind of presence or control one would expect from someone participating in the Holy Grail War. And yet, he had managed to summon a Saber-class Servant, the strongest of the seven classes.

"Did you even know what you were doing, Shirou?" Rin muttered to herself.

She leaned forward slightly, her hand resting on the gem-encrusted pendant hanging from her neck. If she was going to intervene, it would have to be now.

Meanwhile, Saber's gaze swept over the rooftops, her sharp eyes missing nothing. "Whoever it is, they're skilled," she said. "Their presence is faint—almost nonexistent."

"Do you think it's another Master?" Shirou asked, his voice tense.

"Possibly," Saber replied. "Or a Servant cloaking their presence. Either way, we should proceed with caution."

As they moved further down the street, Rin shadowed them from above, her presence carefully masked. But as she prepared to descend, a new presence rippled through the air—a shift so sudden and forceful that even Rin froze in her tracks.

A figure stepped out of the shadows ahead of Shirou and Saber, their form tall and imposing. The faint glow of the streetlights caught on crimson armor and a long, wickedly sharp spear.

Shirou's breath caught. "Lancer..."

The spearman smirked, spinning his weapon lazily in one hand. "We meet again, little rat. And I see you've brought company this time."

Saber's blade was in her hand in an instant, the air around her crackling with energy as her presence flared. "Stand back, Master," she said sharply. "This is my battle."

Lancer laughed, his grin widening. "Oh, this is going to be fun."

From her vantage point, Rin's expression darkened. She recognized Lancer instantly. "Cu Chulainn..." she muttered. "And he's already making his move."

Her gaze flicked to Shirou, who stood frozen behind Saber. "You're in over your head, Shirou."

But as Rin prepared to intervene, something stopped her.

Shirou shifted slightly, his posture stiff but... different. For a brief moment, his body seemed to move with a strange fluidity, as though some hidden instinct had awakened.

"What was that?" Rin murmured, her curiosity piqued.

Lancer wasted no time, lunging at Saber with incredible speed. His spear cut through the air like a crimson streak, its sharp tip aimed directly at Saber's heart.

Saber deflected the strike with practiced ease, her blade meeting the spear in a flash of light. The resulting clash sent a shockwave rippling through the street, the ground cracking beneath their feet.

Shirou stumbled back, shielding his eyes from the sparks. But as the fight continued, he found himself unable to look away.

Every movement Saber made was precise, controlled. Her strikes were fast and unrelenting, each one forcing Lancer further back.

But Lancer was no less skilled. He countered with equal ferocity, his spear spinning in a deadly arc that seemed to cover every angle.

As Shirou watched, something stirred deep within him. The flow of the battle—the rhythm of their movements—it felt... familiar.

His fingers twitched at his side, as though they remembered the weight of a blade. His breath quickened, his heart pounding in time with the clash of weapons.

"Why does this feel so...?" Shirou whispered, his voice trailing off.

Rin's eyes widened as she watched him from above. "Is he... reacting to the fight?"

Saber and Lancer broke apart, both combatants breathing heavily.

"You're good," Lancer said, his grin still intact. "But let's see how long you can keep up."

He lunged again, his spear moving faster than before. Saber dodged and countered, her blade cutting through the air with precision.

The battle shifted toward Shirou, the ground beneath them cracking with each blow.

Saber shouted a warning. "Master, move!"

Shirou's body reacted before his mind could process her words. He stepped back, his movements swift and instinctive, avoiding a stray strike from Lancer's spear.

Saber's eyes flicked to him briefly, her surprise evident. "That was... quick."

Shirou didn't have time to think about what had just happened. His focus was drawn back to the fight, the rhythm of the battle pulling at something deep within him.

He felt his hands move slightly, his fingers curling as though gripping an invisible weapon. For a moment, the noise of the fight faded, replaced by the sound of distant winds and the faint clang of steel.

"What's happening to me?" Shirou muttered, his voice shaking.

Rin watched from above, her eyes narrowing. "There's something buried in him," she murmured. "Something he doesn't even realize he has."

The battle reached a fever pitch, Saber's strikes becoming more aggressive as Lancer pressed her harder. The spearman laughed, clearly enjoying the fight, even as Saber's blade came dangerously close to landing a decisive blow.

Shirou stepped forward, his body moving without thought. He didn't know what he was doing, but his instincts screamed at him to act.

"Stop!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the clash of steel.

Both combatants paused briefly, their gazes snapping to him.

"What do you think you're doing?" Lancer sneered, his spear lowering slightly.

Saber turned to Shirou, her expression sharp. "Master, stay back!"

But Shirou didn't move back. He took another step forward, his hand reaching for something that wasn't there—a weapon, a blade, something to defend himself with.

For a brief moment, he felt the weight of a sword in his grip, its hilt warm and familiar.

And then it was gone.

The moment passed as quickly as it came, leaving Shirou standing frozen in place. Lancer's smirk returned, and Saber's eyes narrowed as she stepped in front of him protectively.

Far above, Rin Tohsaka watched with a mixture of confusion and intrigue.

"What are you hiding, Emiya?" she whispered to herself. "And why do I get the feeling you don't even know?"