Rolled 5d100 : 22, 81, 56, 54, 25. DC 85: Failure.
[X] Check your condition.
[X] Don't go.
After your reading binge, you have a small understanding of your situation. You know where you are, who you're supposed to be, and in the short term at least, what you're supposed to do.
But really, nothing forces you to follow the script. You were a dead man falling back to his purgatory, now walking in another man's shoes While you feel the slightest prick of remorse about effectively killing the boy, you didn't ask for this either. Not that you're complaining, but you don't feel duty bound to protect the life Emiya Shirou had lived until a few hours ago.
No, more than that, it's impossible for you to be Emiya Shirou. You're not him, you've not even met him, and there's only so much to be learned from his belonging. Beyond that, there's you have far too much baggage to try to leave it all behind. You can't pretend that it all never happened and become someone else. You can only be yourself.
"Emiya Shirou." Your voice is thick with emotion.
Yes. For better or worse, you are Emiya Shirou. And you get to live your own life again.
It strikes you like a thunderbolt.
You're free.
Once you get over your bout is hysteria is over, you get back to business. Whatever you plan to do, you need to know what you have to work with. Starting with your body.
"Trace on."
Structural grasping is a more thourough than any training menu or medical check up you can think of. Faster too. You are in excellent shape, you're happy to see. No matter how busy this boy may have been, he did not neglect his body. There's still room for improvement, but you have a solid base to build on.
"Now for the hard part."
You excel in Structural Grasping to the point where it's stopped being a spell and became an innate ability, something that takes only the barest amount of prana to perform. In fact, you don't even need to open your Magic Circuits. But if you need to fight seriously, you're going to need them.
It is risky, of course, to release your prana within your new body. Your soul remains that of a denizen of the Throne of Heroes, and this is the flesh of a human being. Even with perfect compatibility, you are still a lion wearing a kitten's skin. Too much stress and it will rip at the seam.
On the positive side, you are still breathing. Technically, you should already be dead (again) , your sole presence too much of a burden for this flesh to handle. That nothing has gone wrong so far is very encouraging.
Still, it is with much caution that you activate a single circuit. There is a familiar pain as the alien pathway burn itself into your body, but the flesh accepts the new organ willingly.
Next, you send a trickle of prana flowing through. The energy passes safely. You have a working magic circuit. You progressively increases the flow slowly, slowly, until it can't take no more and the overflow goes into a freshly activated second circuit. One by one you activate the Magic Circuit of Heroic Spirit Emiya as the imprint themselves into the flesh Emiya Shirou. Three, four, five... Until all twenty seven function fully.
You raise an arm, watching the green lines of prana flowing through it smoothly with a satisfaction. This is not a fifth of the power you could use as a Servant, but this is beyond your wildest hopes. Those circuits are far more efficient than the one you had in your teen. You felt it, in the way the circuit traced themselves easily, following well-worn paths. The boy had opened his own circuits long ago and in the proper way.
Emiya Shirou had been a Magus, one with a master.
Immediately your thoughts turn toward your father, Emiya Kiritsugu, the man who had stubbornly refused to teach you magic out of the kindness of his heart and the wisdom from bitter experience. Emiya Kiritsugu, whose family's magecraft revolved around time manipulation.
You clench your fists tightly, overwhelmed by dark feelings of anger and jealousy.
Then you shake your head, relaxing immediately. You refuse to jump to any conclusion with so little facts. If the boy had been Kiritsugu's apprentice, what was he doing in Academy city for the last six years? The idea that he'd completed his studies before his thirteen birthday was not even worth considering.
You need more informantion. All that you know is that the boy had functional Magic Circuits, and this serves your purpose well.
Thinking that, you Reinforce your body. The blueprint already in mind, the process is quick and efficient. You kick and punch the air, the motion letting off satisfying cracks as you move superhumanly fast. Then your favorite twin dao are in your hands, the yin and yang blades leaping out of your mind with your first thought, faster and easier than ever before. You take a few light swings but soon put them away, before releasing the Reinforcement and let your prana flow away. You'd rather not wreck your house.
That went extremely well. While the power is lacking, your talents in themselves aren't diminished in the slightest. Indeed, it feels like your magecraft responds faster than ever. You're sure you could call up more blades or deploy your reality Marble if need be.
Then, one last thing.
Mana coalesces around you and your clothes vanishes, replaced by your red and black armor and you hold your bow in your hands. Satisfied, you're back in civilian clothes a heartbeat later.
Yes. You can definitely fight.
Safe in this knowledge, you decide that's you've done enough for the day. Your asleep the second your laying down.
You wake up in the morning, slightly later than you'd have liked. Getting to school on time would be a challenge now, so it's good you've decided to blow off entirely.
What will you do today?
[]Watch TV all day. Freedom!
[] Roam around district 7. You should get to know your neighbourhood.
-[] Look for something in particular (write-in)
[] Continue reading on espers. You've barely scratched the surface.
[] Read on Shirou's ability. The possibilities are so tantalizing.
[] Make your way to district 23. You might as well learn how to get to your new school.
[]...?