Shinji Matou at Your Service

Shinji heard voices, from the deepest part of his soul.

"Brother, come back quickly. Sakura misses you."

"Shinji, I learned a new skill and want to show it to you."

"Shinji, I have something good to show you."

"Shinji, I found another fun place. Let's go there together next time."

"Shinji, is that you?"

"Annoying, so annoying. Why do I have to take care of your body?"

"Hey, are you okay, you big liar...?"

"Shinji..."

"Matou..."

"Black Assassin..."

...

One voice after another.

Some clear, some indistinct.

Different ways of expressing, different intentions.

Every voice was familiar to him.

Each voice's owner had a mysterious connection with him.

"Sakura, Dad, Mom, Uncle, Shishou, Fujino, Touko, Lorelei, Kirie, Rin, Illya..."

"Fiore, Artoria, Jeanne, Leticia, Jack, Rieka, Caules, Chiron, Achilles, Atalanta..."

These connections arise from fate, transforming into bonds. They are an indispensable part of humanity, the source of human strength.

They transcend space, time, and worlds, converging into an eternal light in Shinji's heart. As long as this light remains, as long as Shinji believes in these bonds, his soul will not be completely taken by darkness.

"Ah, I see. So you all are thinking of me, worrying about me. I am a lucky person."

"Not lucky, but blessed."

The light representing Justeaze's soul merged into the brilliance formed by the purest emotions.

"Yes, blessed."

"Then you must hold on tight. Never let go."

This time, it was not just Justeaze's voice, but a mixture of voices from this world, another world, all those who cared for him.

"Of course, I will never let go."

Shinji extended his hands, holding the light that gathered all the voices, pressing it tightly against his heart.

In an instant, the world before him completely changed.

Darkness was completely driven away by light, and the shadow of hatred melted in the warmth of human emotions.

Even the divine punishment of the Moon Goddess, even the embodiment of hatred and desire, could not taint this pure bond.

"I see, this is my Third Magic."

An epiphany arose in Shinji's heart, and the fog that clouded his mind cleared. He clenched his hands, letting the light of bonds envelop his entire being.

The Third Magic, the Materialization of the Soul, is an immense concept. The Holy Grail's creation of vessels for Servants, Justeaze's bestowing of physical form to souls, and Touko's indestructible soul all belong to the realm of the Third Magic. Now, having continuously come into contact with the Third Magic and experienced incarnation once, Shinji also comprehended his Third Magic—emotion, thought, and will.

"The will can create miracles" was no longer an empty phrase, but something truly achievable.

The brilliance dispelled the black mist emitted by the boar hide, forcibly halting the transformation of the spiritual foundation.

Next, even the source of the divine punishment's power, the Noble Phantasm "Agrius Metamorphosis" itself, was eroded by the brilliance and gradually assimilated by the most beautiful human emotions.

At this moment, the boar hide could no longer be called divine punishment but a blessing—not one bestowed by a lofty god, but one born from human thoughts themselves.

When hatred was completely eradicated by bonds, Shinji's spiritual foundation underwent a new transformation once again.

He was no longer a monster, not a demon, not a servant, and not even a reincarnated being, but a pure entity materialized from a soul.

Not a vessel bestowed by the Greater Grail, but a completely independent individual.

His chaotic eyes regained clarity, and his consciousness returned to lucidity. Shinji moved his new body and spoke to Shirou, who had also returned to his original state.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. First, let me thank you for giving me enough time."

Seeing how different Shinji was from before, the smile on Shirou's lips deepened.

"No need to thank me—although I don't want to say this, you probably wouldn't agree to stop if I asked you to, right?"

"Of course, what you did to me and Justeaze before isn't something I'd let go with just this."

"So, we still have to fight?"

"I won't be satisfied until I give you a good beating."

"Then let's continue. I also want to see your new power. But, let me remind you—it's not going to be easy to beat me. Don't end up embarrassing yourself."

"Words are useless; the bigger fist wins."

As they spoke, Shinji took a step forward, but Shirou quickly raised his hand.

"Wait!"

"What now? No matter what you say, I won't change my mind."

"I'm not asking you to change your mind."

"Then what do you want?"

"I want to change my appearance, it will only take a few seconds."

Shirou closed his eyes. With a slight magical shift, his brown skin rapidly turned white, and his white hair swiftly turned black, finally settling into the typical appearance of an East Asian with black hair and yellow skin.

This was the true appearance of Amakusa Shirou Tokisada. The white hair and brown skin were a result of his reincarnation and his need to blend in while hiding in the Middle East.

"Alright, that's better."

"Uh, what's the point of this?"

Shinji, despite all the changes, still couldn't keep up with Shirou's thinking.

"It has a point. This look matches your new appearance, giving it a sense of a final showdown."

"Me? New appearance?"

Shinji was taken aback. He quickly drew an ice rune, using its surface to reflect his image.

Indeed, he had a new appearance.

How to describe it?

One word: white. Two words: very white. Three words: extremely white.

In his incarnation state, only his clothes had turned white. Now, even the fur exposed on his body had turned white.

Yes, fur.

Shinji was still draped in the Boar Hide. Though he hadn't turned into a demon, the fusion of the boar skin and his body hadn't been undone. Half of his body was covered in white fur, making him look like an Eskimo living in the extreme northern ice fields.

"You in all white, me in all black—this creates a strong sense of opposition, like light and darkness, justice and evil. Come on, master representing light and justice, come defeat me, the evil dark priest."

"...I'm on it."

Shinji felt he couldn't let Shirou continue talking. Although Shirou made sense, if he kept talking, Shinji feared his fighting spirit would weaken.

So, Shinji moved.

Without any warning—yes, that's right, without any warning, not even the declaration before striking.

His movement was not just fast, but exaggeratedly so, with no "initial movement" visible.

Before the words even finished, Shinji was already in front of Shirou, punching with his fist wrapped in white fur.

Even with Shirou's dual "Mind's Eye," even having reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship, and possessing sage-level "Reduced Earth" Shirou couldn't react in time and was sent flying by Shinji's punch.