Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts! Author: Happy Bear

Introduction:

Shirou has experienced a lot through dreams, and as a champion of justice, he cannot bear to see his friends face a terrible future.

He is changing; many failures will eventually lead to success.

He will succeed this time!

How could a mere Lostbelt only have one path: destruction!

Next up is…!

Five Laws Converge: King of the Lostbelts - Mushroom Shirou!

Ongoing: [True Britain]: A combination of the three worlds of Avalon's Court, Fairy Britain, and the Round Table, possessing the Holy Lance's power to strike across worlds, capable of defying humanity and the forces of restraint.

Volume 1: 1: Everyday High Jumps, Breathtaking (4k)

In this pitch-black world, in this endless space, life shouldn't exist... No, we can't be so absolute.

At this moment, a large, mysterious sphere was floating in this space, out of place with its surroundings, and filled with an air of mystery.

Upon entering through the surface, a floating throne appears, upon which sits a man.

His white hair was messily combed back, and although he was a serious old man, his energetic expression made him look like he was in his fifties. If anyone saw him, they would find that Germanic hair would fit him perfectly.

However, if someone with discerning eyes were here, they would recognize the other person's identity at a glance and immediately kneel down to acknowledge him as their father.

Simply because the other party is Kishua Zelrich Schbein'ogu.

That second law, known as the Gemstone Elder, is Kishua Zelrich Schbein'ogu.

"This won't do; it's clearly not going to work."

"This won't work either, it will wake up the strange and terrifying giant spider."

"This is predictable from beginning to end, it's not very interesting."

"...Sigh, isn't there anything interesting about this?"

Gemstone Elder rested his chin on his hand, observing the objects floating in front of him that resembled books but were not books at all, and his words were mostly tinged with boredom.

This represents the development of different timelines and parallel worlds.

Simply put, it's the 'world'.

As a renowned world-class traveler, he can go anywhere with minerals and gems. Finding interesting worlds and going there to watch the show is one of his few pleasures.

He originally thought today would be the same as usual, and was about to wander around somewhere when he suddenly noticed an interesting scene.

"Huh... isn't this the failed product I casually threw away before? It's actually extending a long-dead world into a new beginning, interesting~"

"A connection that seems to have no future, yet is growing faintly..."

Seemingly having seen something quite amusing, the Gem Elder's face broke into a slight smile.

"Let me see what's wrong with you..."

As the Gemstone Elder's gaze continued downwards, crossing space and the universe into a new one, he continued downwards, towards the azure Earth, the familiar and normal continental distribution, and the familiar modern buildings.

The signs for Fuyuki City passed by quietly, and finally, Gemstone's gaze settled on a school.

This appears to be a high school. Under the setting sun, the orange-red light illuminates the beauty of the campus, and on the playground, a student with short red hair is practicing the high jump.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Shirou, are you going to continue today?"

In the school corridor, a boy with short red hair was stopped by his friend.

A blonde, spirited girl with a small ponytail stood at the top of the stairs. The setting sun shone through the glass, casting a hazy, beautiful glow on her. A slight smile graced her pretty, delicate face.

"Ah, it's Xiao Mo. Haven't you gone back yet?"

The boy, called Shirou, looked at his friend, smiled, and held up the high jump bar he had just borrowed from the teacher. "I feel like I can break through this time! Besides, I've been training for so long, I'm used to it."

"Yes... Do you need any help?"

"It's okay, I can do it myself."

Mordred watched his friend leave, and only when the figure was almost out of sight did he call out loudly, "You didn't forget to take the things I gave you today, did you!"

At the end of the corridor, the red-haired boy raised his hand and waved, the red hair tie in his hand standing out conspicuously in the corridor.

Mordred's exceptional eyesight allowed him to see clearly. He hummed a little tune as he walked to the window, propped his chin up, and gazed at the reddened sky and clouds, seemingly in a very good mood.

Image: "Modred", Location: "Images/1750059467-100442483-113469590.jpg"

On the playground, Shirou Emiya skillfully set up the cushioning mat and high jump bar.

Countless repetitions had made him extremely skilled, and he quickly prepared it.

"Very good! Let's get ready to begin!"

Jump a few times in place to wake up your body, move away, bend down to adjust your breathing, find your direction, and sprint!

"Clang..."

The high jump bar fell to the ground, but the failure did not discourage the boy; he didn't even feel disappointed. He reassembled it and continued.

The boy was in excellent physical condition, as evidenced by the abdominal muscles that were faintly visible when his clothes were lifted, the muscles in his calves, and the speed at which he sprinted, jumping dozens of times in a row without even panting.

It should be easy to get through.

But reality is strange; no matter how much the boy jumped, he couldn't cross it.

It's like an insurmountable curse. No matter how deep the footprints are on the ground, no matter how fast you go, even if you could easily surpass them with a standing high jump, you will still crash into the high jump bar.

"Clang..."

After yet another failure, Shirou Emiya checked the time and began packing up his tools.

"Did I fail again today? But I'll definitely be able to skip it next time!"

The boy encouraged himself, returned all the props, and headed home.

The boy's red hair shone with a unique hue under the setting sun, illuminating his way home.

A while after the boy left, figures began to appear around the school...

Emiya Shirou's house is a nice two-story building. Having one in this area indicates that his family is quite well-off.

"Mom and Dad have gone on a trip and won't be back for a while. Dahe is coming over for dinner later; it's a dinner for two."

As Shirou Emiya finalized the guests for tonight's dinner, his thoughts inexplicably began to wander.

He recalled how, when his family caught fire as a child, he immediately called the police and used his small body to guide his parents to safety.

I also remembered that time I found a card with a red heart-shaped gem engraved on it.

He also remembered that his parents kept going abroad to work after he entered junior high school, and under normal circumstances, other relatives or friends would take care of him.

Although it's supposed to be about taking care of people... the reality is a bit different.

Finally, I thought of the surname "Emiya".

Strictly speaking, Shirou now has two surnames: one is his original surname, "Nakatsuki Nasu," and the other is "Emiya."

It was after the fire that his father's friend came to visit and accidentally discovered that he had a talent for magic. In order to learn magic systematically, he asked the friend for help.

On the surface, he is Kiritsugu Emiya's adopted son. He received the Emiya surname as an adopted son, and also gained a ticket to enter the world of magic.

In most cases, Shirou uses the surname Emiya, only using his original surname on certain specific occasions.

However, it doesn't matter; as long as you can cross the threshold of accessing magic, that's enough.

After changing into a cooking apron and washing the ingredients he had just bought, Shirou Emiya picked up a kitchen knife, twirled it a few times, and began to cook.

The sounds of cleavers clattering against cutting boards, the stove igniting, water boiling, hot oil sizzling, and ingredients mingling together, combined with the gentle demeanor and decent looks, would surely draw anyone in.

Who wouldn't like a gentle young man who can cook?

"Snap~ thump thump thump!"

The door was pushed open, and footsteps thumped rapidly on the ground.

"Shirou~ I'm here~!"

Image: "Fujimura Taiga", Location: "Images/1750059883-100442483-113469590.jpg"

A beautiful woman with short, flaxen hair, dressed in work clothes, ran over, calling the boy's name as she took off her coat.

He collapsed the moment he touched the table, seemingly relieving the fatigue of the day.

"Sister Dahe, please don't leave your coat lying around, really."

Adjusting the size of the flames, Shirou Emiya walked over, picked up the clothes from the ground, patted them clean, and hung them up beside him.

Looking helplessly at the person who had collapsed, the boy's eyes held a gentle light: "Well, thank you for your hard work, Dahe-nee~"

Taiga Fujimura, one of the guardians when his parents were not around.

The two have a very good relationship.

"Hehe~ I want to eat~!"

She's clearly the eldest sister figure, but she's acting all cute and spoiled right now.

Emiya Shirou returned to the stove, pointed to the bathroom, and said, "It'll be ready soon. Would you like to take a shower first?"

"Is this an option for you?" Fujimura Taiga looked at Emiya Shirou with a wicked grin.

"No, there isn't an option to blow-dry your hair."

They refused, but left a loophole.

"Yay! I've washed!"

Having received the benefit, Fujimura Taiga rushed to the bathroom, with Emiya Shirou following behind, reminding him, "Don't run, watch your step."

"understood!!!"

After blow-drying my hair and finishing my meal, I chatted with Sister Dahe and saw her off when she didn't want to leave.

After taking a shower, drying his hair, and changing into his pajamas, Shirou Emiya reviewed his lessons at the table for a while before busying himself with other things.

He finally lay down in bed.

Looking at the ceiling, the boy slowly closed his eyes and whispered.

"Another day has come to an end... Time for bed... What should I learn from Senji Muramasa-senpai today...?"

His brows gradually relaxed, his consciousness slowly sank into the depths of the sea, and the boy fell asleep.

On the bedside table, there was a card with a red gemstone on it; a flash of red seemed to appear and then disappear.

And right next to him was the hair tie that his best friend Xiao Mo had given him that day.

In the pitch-black space, Shirou Emiya observed his surroundings, and after a moment, a puzzled expression appeared on his face: "Hmm? Why is this different from usual?"

In the past, Shirou Emiya would go to another small courtyard after he fell asleep.

He didn't know the exact location, but there was a person there, an old man who called himself Senko Muramasa.

A senior who enjoys forging and teaches him swordsmanship.

Falling asleep and then traveling to that 'world' or 'place' to forge and train, and chatting with the other party, has been a routine that has continued for the past ten years or so.

The most frequent change was personnel replacement, but it never stopped.

But this time was different. The completely unfamiliar environment made him feel uneasy, but it was only temporary because the change in space distracted him.

In the pitch-black space, a red light appeared, followed by a card slowly falling and stopping in front of him.

The tarot card features a red gemstone.

Emiya Shirou recognized this card; it was the one that suddenly appeared in his childhood and he couldn't get rid of it. It was after this card appeared that he started having those strange dreams!

Hello, human. This is a 'game,' or you could call it 'gangsterism.' The future direction is still up to you...

Text appeared on the card, then began to be deleted one word at a time, like a stroke patient.

The text was rearranged and finally fixed.

This card will serve as an anchor point to help you travel to other worlds, provided you possess new 'cards'. The method for obtaining these cards is unknown. Travel will take place while you are asleep, and the time conversion between the two worlds is unknown.