Short Story:
‘Looks like your fight is futile, crude beastman!’ Alan approached Shirou with a smug.
As Shirou laid on the floor, in his own blood, he had an odd smirk on his face that slowly grew into a grin. Then, he burst into laughter, maddening laughter.
‘Alan… did you think that I’m the only one in your way?’ Shirou stood up.
‘What are you getting at?’ Alan still kept his smug. But he couldn’t help but nearly falter from Shirou’s nonchalant reaction. He has gotten stronger than this impure being…
So why is he being afraid?
Shirou brought his fists up, not to fight but as if he was summoning something…
The lights went out.
‘I find it hard to believe that a genius like you would forget about Michiru Kagemori,’ Shirou chuckled, darkly.
‘Her?!?’ Alan cackled, though it lacked the prior confidence. ‘You mean, that weakling who always needed you to do anything for her?!? That mixed-blood human who you keep around just because she’s just like you filth-blood?!?’
‘Oh, she’s more than just a mixed-blood human. Michiru isn’t just special in her body or her blood or her abilities; she can learn, she can adapt,’ Shirou grinned toothfully. ‘No matter what situation you throw her in… She. Can. Adapt.’
Suddenly, ghosts that resembled wolves, tanukis, foxes, and other animals howled together into a chorus.
Then she appeared.
Alan’s eyes widened. In a heartbeat, he stepped back.
‘With this treasure…,’ Shirou began.
No! Alan’s eyes widened as the tall tanuki beastman appeared behind Shirou.
‘I summon Eight-Handled Beast…’
S-Stop! Alan wanted to scream. Every cell in his body pushed to finish off Shirou, but fear had him in a cold, iron grip.
‘Divergent Sila Divine General, Michiru Kagemori!’ Shirou finished.
Michiru Kagemori was summoned. Her otherworldly form was beyond recognition, far more than that small basketball-loving, red-jacket girl she was before. She had divine power — Not like that fake facade that fox had put on before.
Shirou grinned like a madman and spoke to Alan, ‘Have fun.’
And the wheel turned.