Emiya returned to the My Teen Romantic Comedy SNAFU world with Shizuka Hiratsuka.
As soon as she got back, she made several phone calls, informing her friends and family that she had returned safely from her trip.
Emiya originally planned to take this opportunity to leave.
He intended to stay home for a couple of days, then move on to explore a new world.
But Shizuka stopped him.
"I've run into a little trouble," she said, looking at him with an awkward expression. "Could you help me?"
"Sure," Emiya agreed without much thought.
This was just an ordinary modern world. With Shizuka's background, whatever trouble she had shouldn't be anything serious. He figured he could handle it.
What he didn't expect was what she meant by "trouble."
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About an hour later.
Inside a high-end café in Chiba City.
"Mom, Dad, this is the boyfriend I told you about," Shizuka said with a smile. "He's from China."
She gestured toward Emiya.
Sitting beside her, Emiya went completely silent.
He stared straight ahead.
Boyfriend?
When did that happen?
Isn't this just a lie?
Emiya opened his mouth, about to expose her on the spot.
Shizuka elbowed him in the ribs.
Hard.
He sucked in a breath of pain.
Shizuka's father, a dignified-looking man, shifted his attention to Emiya.
"My daughter says you're from China, Emiya-san?"
"Yes," Emiya replied.
"How long have you two known each other?"
"Since this summer."
"So, not very long."
Emiya nodded again.
Shizuka immediately cut in.
"Even if it hasn't been long, we're very compatible. Isn't fate the most important thing between a man and a woman?"
Her father nodded in agreement.
"That's true."
At that moment, Shizuka's mother spoke.
"Emiya-san, I don't care how long you've known each other. I only want to ask one thing."
"After you get married, will you live in China or Japan?"
"In Japan, of course," Shizuka answered smoothly. "I work here, and Emiya is a master martial artist. He can open a dojo in Japan."
Emiya glanced at her.
He had no idea she could make things up this smoothly.
Shizuka's father immediately understood why his daughter liked Emiya. After all, she had always loved martial arts herself.
But now, his interest shifted.
"So you're very skilled, Emiya-san?"
Shizuka didn't hold back at all.
"Emiya is the strongest martial artist I've ever met."
That caught her father's attention.
Men always had a soft spot for strength.
"Then please," he said, "allow me to see your skills."
Shizuka nodded enthusiastically.
"Since my dad asked, Emiya, why don't you show him?"
She showed no fear of being exposed.
After all, Emiya really was strong.
Especially after drinking the super-soldier serum, his physical abilities were already above hers.
There was no way he'd embarrass her.
Emiya hadn't said more than a few sentences, and she had already arranged everything for him.
He shot her a look, then silently took a 500-yen coin from his pocket.
"Please forgive the simplicity of my demonstration," Emiya said.
He held the coin between his thumb and index finger.
Then squeezed.
The coin bent.
Folded cleanly in half.
The kind of scene that usually only happened on television played out right in front of them.
Shizuka's father froze.
Everyone knew how thick and hard a coin was.
In a world without superpowers, folding one with two fingers was unheard of.
Understanding the difficulty, Shizuka's father was instantly convinced.
To make sure there were no tricks, he asked to inspect the coin.
Emiya handed it over.
As he examined it, he kept muttering, "Incredible... incredible..."
Emiya wanted to tell him to stop.
Shizuka herself could do the same thing.
In any case, after this small demonstration, Shizuka's father no longer doubted Emiya's identity as a martial arts master.
And he no longer objected to his daughter dating him.
Shizuka's mother said very little the entire time.
But she looked quite satisfied.
Around noon, they had lunch together at a nearby upscale restaurant.
At nearly two in the afternoon, Shizuka's parents reluctantly said goodbye and left in a luxury car.
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Once the car was gone, Emiya glanced sideways at Shizuka.
She turned her head away, not daring to meet his gaze.
Emiya continued staring.
Under that pressure, she finally spoke.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"So this is the trouble you were talking about?"
"What else could I do?" Shizuka said helplessly. "My mom keeps arranging blind dates for me. I had no choice but to ask you for help."
"I thought you liked blind dates," Emiya said.
"Who likes them?" Shizuka snapped. "I just want to get married already."
"And every time I go, I meet some arrogant guy who thinks he's amazing."
"They're full of problems, weird as hell, yet they still act picky and look down on me."
Emiya rolled his eyes internally.
Why do they look down on you?
Do you really not know?
When Emiya watched the anime before, he genuinely felt that Japanese men must be blind for not wanting someone like Shizuka.
He had felt sorry for her.
But after actually spending time with her, that sympathy disappeared.
She was beautiful.
But she smoked.
Read manga.
Had violent tendencies.
And acted like a middle-aged man half the time.
Who would want that?
As a friend, she was great.
Even as a close friend.
But as a wife or girlfriend?
Most men would pass.
That was why she was still unmarried after so many blind dates.
Beautiful, yes.
But her personality was... difficult.
Maybe only someone like Hachiman Hikigaya could tolerate her.
And thinking of Hachiman suddenly reminded Emiya of something.
"Oh, right," Emiya said. "Tomorrow's the first day of school at Sobu High, isn't it?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"If I remember correctly, on the first day of school, Hachiman Hikigaya gets hit by a car while saving Yukino Yukinoshita's dog."
"The driver is Yuigahama's family chauffeur."
Shizuka froze.
"What? Why didn't you tell me something this important earlier?!"
Emiya leaned back instinctively, rubbing his ears.
"I'm telling you now. It happens tomorrow. You still have time to stop it."
She clicked her tongue.
"Time and place?"
"How would I know?"
"Didn't you watch it?"
"I did," Emiya replied. "But at the start of the story, you've already forced him into the Service Club."
"He's already a second-year student."
"That accident only shows up in a flashback."
"I only know it happened on the first day of school and that he stayed in the hospital for three weeks."
"No exact time. No exact location."
Shizuka grabbed her hair in frustration.
Then she pulled out her phone and made a call.
"Hello? Haruno?"
"I need a favor."
"You're taking your sister to school tomorrow, right?"
"What? Why do I care? Just listen."
"Tomorrow, you're not driving."
"You're walking to Sobu High."
"Did you hear me?"
"No, it's not okay. You have to walk."
"No negotiation."
"If you don't, I'm cutting ties with you, Haruno."
"...That's it. Bye."
She hung up and smiled brightly.
"Done."
Emiya looked at her.
"Are you sure she'll listen?"
"Relax. Based on what I know about Haruno, she definitely won't drive tomorrow."
Emiya nodded.
"Alright. As long as you're confident."
He had said what needed to be said.
If Hachiman still got hit by a car, that was just bad luck.
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After that, Emiya planned to leave.
But with so many people around, he couldn't just disappear.
He needed to return to Shizuka's place first.
On the way back, they passed a bookstore.
Emiya stopped.
His interest was piqued.
He wanted to see whether this world had manga or light novels that didn't exist in his own.
With that thought, he walked inside.
Straight to the light novel section.
There were many books he had never seen before.
Several titles felt strangely familiar.
To be honest, when Emiya read them, he almost thought he was mistaken.
The meaning behind those titles went far beyond what he expected.
Love Metronome.
Explosive Dark Fairy.
Phantom Demon Blade Saga.
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