Type-Moon, I will rewrite Lostbelts!

Meryl handed over the sign, “And this can allow anyone’s elemental mastery to reach a level that should not be reached. If you have enough magic power, you can beat that guy Kai, or even Lancelot, with just this.”

"Is that so?" Shirou Emiya took the power and hung it around his neck, his expression calm. "It's just borrowed power; I'll only use it occasionally."

This method of relying on external forces to enhance strength can be used if you can't win, but there's no need to be obsessed with it.

"Indeed, remember to introduce me next time you have the chance. Go ahead and get busy."

"no problem."

After parting ways with Shirou Emiya, Merry pondered the lip movements she had just made. "Moss? What kind of face is this? Was it also disturbed?"

"Forget it, let's not dwell on it for now."

Putting the matter aside for the time being, Meryl recalled the details on the wooden plaque and planned to ask her friends when she had time. There weren't many people with such abilities, so it should be easy to find one.

The venue doesn't need much modification or renovation. After inspection, just arrange security personnel to prevent accidents from happening due to too many people.

Hector assured them that he would leave it to the other party.

He finished everything in the morning, and at noon Hector arrived with his men. They weren't the elite knights, but the people who had joined him in the town.

Among the crowd, Shirou Emiya spotted someone who looked somewhat familiar. Come to think of it, he did have some things he wanted to arrange, and he wondered if that person would like to take over.

"Sir, is there something you need from me?"

Suddenly a voice appeared, and Shirou Emiya realized that the other person had walked up to him. He was about to shake his head but stopped halfway and nodded, saying, "There is indeed something I want to discuss with you. It's about the job that belongs to me after I leave. Are you interested in hearing about it?"

Old York in the town did not refuse, but bowed respectfully and said, "Sir, you could tell I had something to say just by looking at me. Please do not hesitate to give me your instructions."

Shirou Emiya, the middle-aged man in front of him, was stunned for a moment when he saw him skillfully bending down and bowing. Then he plopped down on the ground and patted the person next to him, saying, "Sit down first, and I'll talk to you later."

Old York had never seen anything like this before, and he was completely bewildered. Looking at that young face, Old York recalled the time he had watched from a distance before, and then calmly walked over and sat down.

Shirou Emiya sat down without making any move, and said crisply, "It's like this, there's an opportunity to develop a large area of ​​farmland around here. I've already made the plans and arrangements, but I want someone to help me look after it, since I'm leaving tomorrow."

"I'm not afraid of you spreading rumors, but I'm not very comfortable with those guys. I want to find one myself."

"Sir, why me?"

Emiya Shirou looked into the other's eyes, a smile playing on his lips as he gazed at him: "I don't know, it's just my intuition that tells me you can do it."

Old York's expression stiffened, and he gave a helpless smile.

"Sir, you're quite the joker. How am I supposed to respond to that?"

"Then I agree. We'll communicate normally through letters. How about it? Do you agree?"

Emiya Shirou smiled easily, as if he were talking about something very, very small.

Without hesitation, Old York rose and knelt on one knee before Shirou Emiya: "Knight Old York is willing to obey your orders, sir."

The Western ritual that came to him surprised Shirou Emiya, but he had seen a lot of it over the years and didn't completely misunderstand it. He raised his sword and struck the other's shoulder.

"I accept your allegiance; you are now my first knight."

A knight's allegiance is always a remarkable thing, especially since it was Shirou Emiya's first time. A few people walked over from a distance, and Guy put his arm around his shoulder and teased, "Haha, you have people pledging allegiance to you? If you wanted to pledge allegiance, you should have said so earlier. I have a lot of underlings who are interested in you."

There's a hidden meaning in his words, this guy.

Emiya Shirou instantly understood what Guy meant. Normally, it's normal for knights to pledge allegiance, just like Guy has had his underlings pledging allegiance these days. But pledging allegiance is not something to be taken lightly; it requires serious consideration.

Once loyalty is accepted and recognized, the other party becomes your vassal, an ally, a figurehead, and someone you can trust and rely on in crucial moments.

Therefore, many people who accept loyalty hope that the other party is powerful, preferably with great strength and wealth, which is the best.

After all, going out with an old man on one side and a strong man on the other would be laughable; people would think you don't have a powerful knight to serve you.

Kai meant well, and Shirou Emiya understood, but that was all he understood.

"It's alright. Old York is in charge of different things, and I prefer experienced people to young people."

After briefly explaining the reason, Kai understood and said no more.

Shirou Emiya, having broken free from Kai's arm, waved and led Old York to Lancelot, introducing them: "This is Lancelot. If you need anything while I'm not here, just look for him."

"Lancelot, this is old York who took over my work. Please take good care of him while I'm away."

Old York gave a knightly salute: "Lord Lancelot, please take good care of me from now on!"

Lancelot laughed heartily, "Hahaha! Leave it to me!"

Right now, the person he's closest to here is Emiya Shirou, so he'll definitely agree to help him if Shirou asks.

"I won't bother you any longer. I'll go and hand things over with the others."

After bidding farewell to Lancelot, the next person to introduce Wendel, Artoria, and Melie was the defender Miyajiro, who then handed over the plan to them and officially began discussing work issues.

Looking at the thick book in front of him, covered with dense text, Old York broke out in a few beads of sweat on his forehead: "Lord Emiya, are you leaving tomorrow morning? Isn't that a bit too soon?"

"It's alright, it's alright. These are plans spanning many years. Just follow them slowly. Besides, you can write letters, can't you?"

Emiya Shirou patted the other person on the shoulder earnestly, then smiled and gave a thumbs up: "I believe in you!"

The problem is, I don't believe myself! Old York roared inwardly.

He was somewhat prepared for this person's personality, but wasn't it a bit too much to throw out such an important matter right away?

However, since things had come to this point, Old York couldn't say anything. He nodded silently and quickly reviewed the information, taking advantage of the other party's continued confusion to ask a question.

The time was very short, and soon Merry came to inform them that the match was about to begin. Since the entire match was planned by Emiya Shirou, he naturally became the first referee.

"Okay, keep reading. Write down any questions you have, and I'll give you one last answer before I leave."

The venue wasn't very large, and there weren't many people. Shirou Emiya, as the first referee, walked into the venue and looked at the crowd around him without much excitement. This wasn't even as crowded as a previous stadium, so he wasn't worried.

"Ahem! Ladies and gentlemen! This is the first-ever Knight Commander Tournament, and also the first time the Magician of King and Flower has stepped forward to fight!"

The amplification magic ensured that the sound reached everyone's ears, and since it was the first time, Merry also added a calming magic to reduce the possibility of special events.

Even so, when the names of the King and Merlin appeared, a tsunami-like roar still erupted around them.

"Oh!!!! Fight! Fight!!!"

"King!!! Merlin!!! Fight!!!"

"Wrestling! I want to see wrestling!"

"Where is the king! We want to see the king!"

"Didn't you say you'd give us eggs when we arrived? Where are the eggs?"

The shouts during the first match were a bit strange, but Shirou Emiya didn't dwell on it too much and simply took out a piece of paper and read it aloud.

"This competition is divided into two parts: a free-for-all and a solo showdown!"

"Now, the players of the Great Melee are entering the arena!"

The knights, who had been prepared, entered the arena one after another. Everyone's face was solemn. The King could see the process of this competition, and there were so many people watching. If they came in first place, it would be incredible, greatly enhancing their reputation.

Among the knights, there are a few who stand out, such as Lancelot with purple hair and white armor wielding a broad holy sword, Kai with short hair and a roguish charm, who also wears gorgeous armor, and finally, Shirou Emiya, a big red blob who doesn't wear armor and is out of place.

That's right, Shirou Emiya also participated in this competition. He didn't want to originally, but after others suggested it, he simply decided to participate.

"This battle is a free-for-all, so logically we should deal with the strongest one first."

With his hand on the hilt, Shirou Emiya's gaze met that of Lancelot in the distance.

Friend, I want to know your capabilities, and I also want you to know mine. As my best friend, I don't want to disappoint you.

With just a glance, Shirou Emiya understood what the other person meant. He raised an eyebrow, sensing that something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Hahaha! Lord Emiya Shirou! I shall be your opponent!"

Not far away, Kai focused his gaze on his travel companion. His father had been saying strange things these days, and he needed a fight to communicate with him.

"That's Lancelot! Brothers, charge!"

Lancelot has no hope of fighting his best friend for the time being, as many knights have their eyes on him.

"Then, I'm going!" Kai glanced around, drew his sword, and charged towards Emiya Shirou.

"I don't want to fight, but I won't back down either."

Volume 1: Chapter 20. This is the art of assassination! (4k)

Emiya Shirou is a very stable person, and he is a great friend. This is the common understanding of everyone who has met him.

Emiya Shirou has many friends, so many that they are countless. As a rather unusual magician, he enjoys communicating with his friends and learning new things, and he often seeks guidance and advice from them.

This includes emotional control, assassination techniques, forging, and making elixirs, among others.

Of course, this is in dreams and in books; Shirou Emiya always considers books his friends (just kidding).

Faced with Kai's challenge, Shirou Emiya did not refuse much. He simply raised the katana at his waist like a knight's sword, the blade reflecting light on his side, his expression serious, and his red hair swaying in the wind.

"Assassination is a science, a very profound science."

Even though Shirou Emiya was quite far away, his calm voice still reached his ears, and Kai felt a strange chill in the air.

A 'ding' sound rang out; it was the sound of Emiya Shirou's finger tapping the blade. Looking around, the opponent had vanished without a trace, with only wisps of wind lingering on the ground.

I'm behind you.

A cold, emotionless voice came from behind, making the hairs on my body stand on end. My martial arts instincts, honed through years of practice, made me raise the sword in my hand to the back of my neck.

With a clang, the two weapons clashed, the point of contact being only a few centimeters from the skin, just enough for the sharp blade to block the impact.

With a forceful push of his arms, he rolled away in an unsightly manner. Kai, his gaze fixed on Shirou Emiya, remained unwavering, muttering under his breath:

"Good heavens..."

That's amazing! If the other party hadn't reminded him, he might not have even been able to react. What an incredible assassination technique!

"However! The key to assassination is surprise. Right now, I'll focus all my attention on you, so you won't be able to use your assassination techniques!"

Kai was full of confidence, but Shirou Emiya shook his head indifferently: "Being discovered does not mean the assassination is over."

Ok?

To Kai's astonishment, Shirou Emiya did not retreat or leave his hiding place, but instead charged straight at him with his greatsword raised.

"Don't underestimate me! I'm not weak in a head-on confrontation!"

That's what Kai thought, that's what he said, and that's how he went to confront them.

Then, amidst a series of clanging sounds, Kai was pinned down and beaten. Kai felt that those few minutes were incredibly long, and his arms were so numb that he was about to lose all feeling.

"Emiya Shirou's strength should not be underestimated; he was actually able to overpower Kai."

On the grandstand, Melie and Artoria watched the battle unfold. The latter spoke up as she observed the fight.

"Not bad, but this battle was unfair to begin with. First of all, Kai hasn't reached his peak yet, and Kai's advantage in combat is his skill."

Meryl stroked her staff with a hint of pride in her voice; after all, he was her apprentice.

However, Kai did suffer a great loss. First, he underestimated his opponent and lost the initiative. Then, he was suppressed and dragged into the opponent's rhythm. Most importantly, he had not reached his physical and strength peak. With three losses, it was already good that he could persevere.

“Emiya Shirou-sensei asked me for swordsmanship advice before, but now it seems he has nothing to learn.”

Artoria grumbled slightly. She was so happy back then, and then she told the other person to practice the basics for a few years. Now, seeing this scene, she felt inexplicably embarrassed, and her fingers unconsciously wanted to rub something.

"Hehe~" Meryl, who was standing next to her, successfully discovered it and let out a strange laugh.

"Ahem, speaking of which, the winner of this competition will be Emiya Shirou-sensei, right?"

Artoria wanted to distract herself.

"No, there will be no winner this time."

Merry pointed to the arena, where the battle between Kai and Shirou Emiya was still ongoing, while on the other side, Lancelot had already dealt with all the knights who had challenged him, and his gaze fell on the two fighting.

Should we wait until they finish fighting?

Lancelot thought to himself, and then his eyes met those of Shirou Emiya.

'Ding~'

The sound of fingers touching the blade was so clear and bright that it reached my ears, and Shirou Emiya, who was just out of sight, vanished just like that!

【Something's wrong! 】

Lancelot's hair stood on end, and he swung his holy sword behind him in a strange arc.

"clang!!!"

The broad, rice-filled holy sword and the katana made contact, and Shirou Emiya coldly said, "Not bad, much better than Gai."