He Carries Her Home

Shirou eventually settled on doing the only thing he could think of. He lifted the **** Rin up in his arms, as gently as was possible for him, and with her head comfortably settled into the nook of his underarm, he carried the woman home in a bridal carry.

It was a long walk through town, but he was not afraid of coming across anyone. He had an understanding of his new normality powers now. Not a comprehensive one, but enough that he knew that he wouldn't be troubled for walking home after dark with a woman in his arms, one who had one of her tits out exposed to the open air. The Spear Woman had healed her body, but Rin's clothing retained the great hole from where she had been run through after all.

Still, these normality powers. They were both restricted, but also very open for his ****. But should he **** them? Should he use them at all? They were a tool yes, and tools were merely something to be used to fulfil whatever task or need you had for them. But it would also feel like cheating to just say a few words and wish all of your life's problems away. Perhaps someone less moral might not have had such a problem, but Shirou Emiya was determined to be a Hero of Justice. He couldn't just throw away his moral code because he had a way of escaping consequences.

Those thoughts didn't really count for much through, considering his hand wouldn't stop casually groping the **** Rin's backside no matter how much he willed it to. It was a stunning thing. A perfectly balanced combination of fat to give it jiggle, but also musculature to give it firmness and poise. Even with only a single hand groping one of her ass cheeks, he could feel the way it had just a little give to it, but beneath that was more than ready to be ploughed into with the **** of a battering ram and ravaged without hesitation.

He needed to stop thinking like that. He was practically daring himself to use these new powers of his. That was not a good thing.

Whatever the case, it was probable that a situation would arise again in the future where these earrings were required to solve. Another near fatal impaling, or something worse. And much like Yoda had said in that one film. It was better to have something and not need it, than need something and not have it. He would keep the earrings. They would remain where they were on his ears, and if a situation arose, he would use them to help people. The rest of the time he would just have to try his best to be responsible.

He finally arrived home, and managed to open the door without dropping Rin. Moving into his own bedroom, he carefully laid the woman down in his own bed so that she could get a peaceful nights sleep and manage to heal from whatever was still going on with her now that her heart stab was healed. It also had the effect of finally covering up her exposed tit. It had been drawing his eye the entire walk home, contained just within his peripheral vision and oh so perfect. It was the perfect handful, tailor made to be cupped and fondled in the palm of a hand, and his hand had been twitching in desire to give it a test squeeze.

He slid the door shut and left Rin to her rest.

He had plenty of spare rooms, it would be a simple matter to lay out a futon and get some sleep of his own, but after the excitement of earlier tonight, and the rush of adrenaline and exhilaration that he had gotten from actually managing to unambiguously save someone's life, he was running a bit high on life right now. Sleep would not be something to come easily.

So he didn't try it, instead he slid open the back door and made his way over to the shed that served as his Magus Workshop. Inside was as cluttered as he remembered, stacks of boxes about, with a few objects left out on a small tarp that he used to practice his reinforcement magecraft. If he was going to occupy himself with something to do while he allowed his energy to burn off and his exhaustion to catch up with him, it might as well be some practice.

He picked up a small metal pipe off of the floor, and began to flood it with his magical energy. While he did so, his mind drifted off to the last time he'd used his magical abilities. Just earlier that night. When he had used structural analysis on Rin to study her wound and see if there was anything he could do to save her. At the time, that was all he had focused on. But now he could think back on what else he had discovered about her.

Rin wasn't human. Not entirely anyway. Physically her body was a humans on a fundamental level, but it was like looking at the Mona Lisa next to a real human. It was beautiful, but not perfect. 99% accurate, but not 100%. She was human extra. She had been enhanced on a spiritual and conceptual level, her body better in every way. During normal, passive, everyday activity, she would still be better physically than he could ever hope to achieve with reinforcement.

But it went beyond that. There was something else there as well. It was almost like two separate beings overlaid one over the other, but in a patchwork. In some places, one of them was dominant, while in others the counterpart poked through, until overall it was impossible to tell which one the body belonged to. There were two women, so exactly a like, and now superimposed over each other until they were indistinguishable.

What was she? That didn't sound like any normal Magus, nor did it sound like a Dead Apostle or any of the other terrifying horrors that his father had spoken of. But then again, he had never spoken of any kind of magical monstrosity that enhanced its own looks for any reasons. So why did Rin looks like some model of perfect human form. Was that a new thing, or had she always been like that and he had simply never noticed.

The pipe in Shirou's hand shattered from being over reinforced beyond what it could take, and his blood slowly began to drip onto the workshop floor. His eyes snapped open in response, and he looked down at his hand, where a good amount of blood was now rapidly leaking onto the floor below him.

He took a hold of his already tattered school shirt, and tore off another strip of cloth, dabbing at the wound to clean away some blood and get a better look at the wound. What did make him blink was that there was apparently some blood that had gotten onto the back of his hand as well, forming a sort of fancy pattern. He continued to dab away and ignored the strange work of coincidence

As his life's essence, and the mana that was naturally infused with it, dripped onto the cold stone floor of the workshop, it encountered something that had already been there for many years at this point. A ritual circle, ready prepared to be used, but never having been able to fulfil its purpose. Now, as it received just the trickle of energy required for its activation, it sprang to life, eager to fulfil the function it had been dying to do for so long.

The servant summoning circle slowly began to activate.

There are many strange peculiarities to the Holy Grail of Fuyuki city. The Holy Grail War functioned on a number of arbitrary rules, most of them additions made to the system for various rules rather than due to some actual impossibility. The summoning of only one servant for each class, the inability to summon servants of Asian origin, that there could be no extra class servants summoned and many other 'rules' were actually quite easy to circumvent when one had the knowledge.

Or if one had a particularly powerful item of magical power on their side.

Normality is a strange thing, and when something fantastical becomes normal, then the rules of reality can become quite flexible. As the Grail began to respond to Shirou's summoning of a servant, it realised that Shirou summoning a servant was entirely normal. Shirou could summon as many times as he wished, and it would be entirely normal for the grail to respond every time.

This time it was only going to provide one servant, but in the future, the grail would be more than willing to dole out more.