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It's only been a few days since he had summoned Saber and he had been brought back to life. To say that Shirou Emiya was dazed would be an absolute understatement. He was completely out of his element and that visibly affected his performance.
Rin had aske- no, ordered him to accompany her on a trip around the city. Her reasoning was to keep an eye out and potentially lure out other Servants thinking they would have the drop on them. She even ordered him to bring along Saber, whomst he normally told to stay at home much to her own chagrin. Though the main difference between Rin and Saber is that Rin doesn't take no for an answer.
So he eventually caved in. Though what actually ended up happening was just the three of them shopping around..well Rin dragging along Saber to shop with.. Yeah, he knew Archer was around as well, but all he did was play lookout.
Right now he just needed a break from all the shopping and he just rested for a moment on a bench. He let out a deep sigh as he realized how tired he's become the last few days or so. He wasn't normally like this, but anyone would take a moment to rest after what he's been through.
“Oi, lil bro. The hell you think you're doin on my bench?”
His attention immediately fell upon a man around his mid 20's in a hoodie, his face poorly groomed as hair was sporadically placed on his chin. The man was followed by 3 other men in similar casual clothing.
They were bad news to say the least. He needed to leave as soon as he could. Shirou got up from his seat and bowed deeply, “I am terribly sorry for taking your spot. It won't happen again.”
The man in the hoodie smiled, the fakest one could possibly do, “Relax, lil bro. I was just playin. Tell you what, I'll forget all about this for about…¥5,000.”
Shirou didn't say anything as he kept his head down. What was he going to do now?
“Hey asshole! He's offering you a deal! Normally you would be charged ¥20,000 for each of us, but big bro is feelin generous cuz you're in high school.”
If they actually were generous they wouldn't be mugging him in the first place. Though Shirou kept his head down, “I'm terribly sorry! I don't have any money on me!”
“Then what the hell are you doin out here? You're basically askin to get beaten.”
They weren't being subtle at all. Things were quickly escalating and he needed to get out of here.
If push came to shove he would defend himself, but doing so would probably give them grounds to press charges against him. There was an ever invisible tug of war on who would commit the first strike. He didn't like his chances for a 4 on 1.
“Hey, douchebags, leave the kid alone.” A much older voice spoke out to the group.
A few of them jumped just in case they were being confronted by the cops, but they calmed down when they saw a man with an afro with a red suit and white undershirt. He looked to be just about in his 40's. Shirou looked up and felt a bit of relief that someone had noticed and spoke out. He admired the bravery of this man.
The man in the hoodie laughed and approached the newcomer, “Stay outta of this gramps. Unless you're willing to generously pay this guy's fees. Lil bro was just about to cash out ¥40,000 to each of us. I'm sure a senile old fuck as you wouldn't mind bailing the young folk out.”
“That's a shitload.” The man replied.
The man in the hoodie smirked, “I thought so, get the fuck out of here. I'm feeling quite generous today.” He turned back towards Shirou. Shirou thought he would probably need to make a dash for it, but he didn't want to leave the man behind in case they decide to turn on him.
That's not what a hero would do.
“So ¥40,000 each? I'm sure that would cover your hospital bills.”
“The fu-”
The man in the hoodie turned around and his face was immediately met with the bench that Shirou had been sitting on before. He let out a scream before passing out in agony.
“Holy shit! Kota!”
His three lackey's gathered around him in a small show of concern. The man walked up to Shirou and said, “Are you alright? You should get out of here.”
Shirou immediately shook his head, “No! It wouldn't be right to leave you behind. A hero wouldn't abandon a person who helped him.”
The man smirked a glimmer of…familiarity shone in his eyes., “Hero, huh? You got balls, kid. Hope you know how to fight.”
Shirou looked at one of the now broken bench legs and picked it up. He waved it in front his face like a sword and gave the man a thumbs up. He hoped that the man would step in front and away of him for a few moments so he could reinforce the leg.
The man shook his head instead, “If you're gonna be a hero you need a legendary weapon. Take this.” The man pulled out a baseball bat with barbed wire on the end of it, “It's a legendary weapon pulled from the ground and only wielded by those worthy enough. I think you got what it takes.”
To a normal person it would be just a bat. But Shirou was different. He could tangentially feel the status of the bat and the legend it holds and will go on to tell. This truly was no ordinary weapon, but something that would tear apart the very fabric of reality if the wrong hands got their hands on it. And he would have the honor to be able to wield it, even if for just a moment in time. He could feel the name inscribed on it, the Hero's Bat.
He proudly held it high in the air as golden rays shined down upon it.
“What's your name, kid?”
“Shirou Emiya.”
The three goons started to get ready to fight. They brought out their own weapons: a nightstick, a knife, and a goddamn sword!
“Alright Shirou! I'm Ichiban Kasuga! Let's show these punks what two heroes of justice can do!”
Punks
Meanwhile on the sidelines Rin and Saber both looked on both with completely different expressions. Rin looked rather annoyed and unamused, “What the heck is that idiot doing?”
Meanwhile Saber could only look on in genuine curiosity at the so-called Bat. There was an unusual aura surrounding it as she could see a faint trace of light shine on from it.
“A legendary weapon?” She whispered to herself as she watched the grown boys beat the punks down.