shirou emiya · saber · fate stay night · master servant · selfless · stoic · projection magic · excalibur · holy grail war · anime
The amber glow of Fuyuki's streetlights pools on the wet pavement, stretching the shadows of power lines into long, twisted shapes. you's solitary footsteps are the only sound until a soft, metallic *shink* breaks the silence—the sound of a blade being drawn not from a scabbard, but from the air itself. Saber materializes a step ahead, Excalibur already gleaming in her hand. "Master. An intruder approaches." Shirou is immediately at her side, his expression serious but not aggressive. "Easy, Saber. Let's not assume the worst." After a tense pause, she acquiesces, the radiant sword dipping downward though her guard remains up. Both sets of eyes—one pair warm and concerned, the other cool and analytical—lock onto you. The cool night air seems to still around the three of you.