[Gun Bow] Fuyuki Four Battles, the second week!

In the room that the two-person Rider team has used for more than ten years, Shirou Emiya, who was sorting out the belongings left by his "brothers", has stopped moving at this moment.

Because he dug out two swim trunks from the closet.

Staring at the two pairs of swimming trunks spread out, Emiya Shirou sat cross-legged on the tatami, and began to think about a very serious question—why...the same swimming trunks, Emiya's fabric is less than Cu Chulainn's!How much fabric is there between the triangle and the four corners?Why doesn't he remember that he has this preferred style...

"...Is the projection bad?"

Now they are throwing things away, and he returns to the Seat of Heroes, but he has to pack the swimming trunks of "own" and "my partner" here──It's emotionally embarrassing, isn't it!

Despite complaining so much in his heart, Shirou didn't stop and clean up.He continued to rummage through, sorting the movable items into categories one by one, swimming gear, souvenirs, photos... One after another, memory symbols of "that summer" were dug out and placed in front of Emiya Shiro.

It was a rare trip to the beach for the whole family to mobilize.

Shirou was very impressed.

Because his adoptive father, Emiya Kiritsugu, was always reluctant to participate in group activities; and because it was his first family outing since he became a member of the Emiya family.

Thinking back now... thinking back... the corners of the boy's mouth that closed his eyes curled up, his face gradually revealing a sense of satisfaction.However, this kind of happiness only lasted for a few seconds, and suddenly his facial muscles stiffened, and the corners of his lips slowly rolled down, and he resumed not smiling... Oh, and he still looked a little trembling.

When Emiya Shirou opened his eyes, he looked at the window of the soul first and then at the overall expression—well, it was unbelievable that it was probably such a face.

"Why...swimming trunks..." Shirou muttered to himself when he realized that his memories were filled with the most things, looking a little dull.

Swimming trunks!It's still the pair of swimming briefs that can't change the style of the bag even if you choose restrained black!

Even today, Emiya Shiro's whole concept of this pair of swimming trunks is still: Men who are not of perfect shape are best not to touch!Otherwise, all face will be lost together!

But his nominal big brother ─ ─ Emiya is obviously not in this list.

Heroic Spirit's figure is good, otherwise Emiya Shirou is sure that he would not have the mind to worry about his future clothing taste.He should have a headache like "how to persuade the elder brother to change to a pair of fitted swimming trunks"... Hey, it seems to be a trouble that sounds good in comparison?

"Do not."

Emiya Shirou shook his head quickly, and got rid of those messy thoughts──The troubles related to swimming trunks, just don't have them at all!That year, that day, that swim trunk was a disaster!

"──So your ambition is to become a pervert. That's amazing, Emiya Shirou."

With his head down, he focused his attention on the grill, busy brushing the seasoning and flipping the noodles in time to prevent the man from scorching everyone's lunch from opening his mouth suddenly.With a single sentence, the young man who huddled under the sun umbrella to take a nap and spy, and lamented the energy of his adoptive mother and step-sister sprayed a drink!

"Who are you calling perverted!"

Emiya Shiro reacted very strongly, his butt bounced off the recliner all at once!Putting on the posture of preparing the theory, like a criminal suspect eager to refute.

Emiya Kiritsugu on the reclining chair next door glanced calmly, then casually touched the small round table between the two reclining chairs, picked up Irisviel's straw sun hat and covered his face.

As a father, he was used to it.

When confronted with his eldest brother, as the youngest in the family, Shirou always reacted very strongly in his impression.

"Who but a pervert doesn't stare at someone of the same gender all the time, looking at his swimming trunks... oh yeah! Maybe it's not the swimming trunks, you're looking at something deeper?"

The white-haired and brown-skinned man raised his face, and the sun's rays reflected from the sunglasses on his forehead.When people look over suddenly, it is inevitable that their vision will be blurred if they are not prepared.However, from Emiya Shirou's point of view, the boy only felt that the sunlight was mere, not even as dazzling as the mockery in the opponent's light-colored pupils!

──His big brother, Heroic Spirit Emiya is definitely a big nuisance!

But Mr. Cu Chulainn, who was helping to skewer the barbecue, seemed to think that the excitement was not big enough, with a smirk on his face, he yelled nonsense: "Hey, you can eat and talk nonsense! Emiya's The ass is only for spectators, it belongs to me, and it is forbidden to touch it! So there will be no perverts—how can perverts just look at it?"

The smile is particularly sunny, even the little tiger teeth are talking nonsense like His Royal Highness the Shining Prince.It can be seen that today he did not forget to skillfully jump repeatedly on the verge of death, impromptuly challenging his partner's tolerance limit.

Emiya glanced sideways at the knife, indicating that he had made a note of it.

Cu Chulainn returned the same provocative look, expressing that whoever is afraid of whom!

Shirou Emiya reached back silently, groped to get back his sunglasses and put them on──Well, the vision is clear and I feel much better...Damn it!

The young man watched helplessly, and during the time he was looking for glasses and wearing them, a team of bikini girls with open temperaments and hot bodies had come to strike up a conversation... Of course, they were not looking for him, but at the barbecue and skewer shop. two.

And this is just the beginning.

One, two...five, six...ten, eleven...women who dare to choose to wear bikinis on the beach are often confident in their figure.Now some compatriots got up to launch the charge, and they, who had been watching the beach for a long time, naturally started to act as if they had made an appointment!

The two in front of the grill are high-quality goods, the kind with quick hands and slow hands!

"Shirou."

At some point, Emiya Kiritsugu lifted up the corner of the straw hat, who also witnessed the female compatriots' attack, and called out to his youngest son, who unconsciously fiddled with the frames of the sunglasses.

"That's normal sunglasses. It's not magical."

"Uh. I, I know..." Shirou denied and quickly put down his hand.How could he admit that the timing was so coincidental that he couldn't help being suspicious, was he just touching the frame for a strange switch?

drink!And female hooligans!

...Oh, the kind that has no guts.Shirou stared at the beautiful hand with brightly painted nails that was gesturing twice while hiding in the crowd, his unmoved gaze seemed to burn through her.

Emiya Shirou couldn't even tell what kind of mood he was having at that moment.

Of course, there are those who have the heart and courage.

Then Shirou realized that he was worrying in vain, and Cu Chulainn cut the beard faster. Without saying a word, he took the girl's hand that was planning to do something wrong, shook her warmly and cheerfully, and chatted nonsense for a while, until the other party was caught Pushing and losing the "advantageous geographical position", he let go of his hand inadvertently.

Moreover, even if Cu Chulainn is not busy on his side and has to help block the drive, Emiya is not incapable of handling it.

At least a man knows that raising his face can be deterrent.

A man's bodybuilding muscles can not only bring a burst of hormones, but also generate enough psychological pressure to frighten others.Once such a man puts on a face that is not easy to get close to, in principle, the mad bees and butterflies will lose more than half in an instant!But relatively, those who stay will be more difficult to deal with.

Emiya Shirou was very sure, even if he immediately found a decent excuse to ask "big brother" to change his swimming trunks or add a blouse, it would be too late!

Well... Maybe he should secretly admire Emiya's skill at not burning the skewers even when surrounded by a bunch of restless people.

Well, it's really not burnt.He used picky eyes to check the food allocated to him one by one with bamboo sticks.Because of this move, Emiya raised her eyebrows and mocked him.

……

"Hey! Why is there no meat in mine!" Cu Chulainn protested.

"If your mouth smells bad, you should eat more vegetables." Grill master Emiya said ruthlessly.

Time goes back to the present.

In front of Emiya Shiro were the equipment and souvenirs from the family's seaside trip.After being in a trance for a few seconds, he finally realized that he seemed to be staring at these things in a daze for a while.

Unfortunately, at this time, there was a sound of footsteps approaching from far away at the other end of the corridor.

The shoji door was pulled open by someone.

Ilya, whose facial features are as exquisite as her mother's, but even more eccentric, poked her head in to say hello happily, and at the same time glanced away, and then she saw her younger brother who was easy to bully, staring straight at her—two Swim trunks, without blinking an eye.

Oh ah!Did she discover some terrible secret?

The girl blinked her beautiful crimson eyes.

"Shirou, this will be regarded as a pervert!" She sounded probing.

"I didn't change... Ah, Illya!"

Emiya Shirou immediately turned around like a nervous reflex to explain clearly.After the movements were made, he followed the movements to see clearly who the object he was trying to "theory" was—the little devil of the Emiya family who could not be theorized.

Look at her smiling face of joy.

Shirou quickly explained: "No matter what you are thinking, the truth is definitely not what you think!" He spoke very fast because he knew this sister-like sister so well.

"I know!" Ilya put her hands behind her back, still smiling.

If she hadn't backed away while talking, Shirou might have believed it.

"My younger brother is not a pervert, he is not staring at the big brothers' swimming trunks and thinking wildly. I will help you clarify!" The white-haired and red-eyed android girl nodded solemnly and smiled cunningly.

──He knew it.Emiya Shirou was instantly powerless, and stretched out his hand, but he didn't have the motivation to intercept it.

After all, it's nothing more than a smile from Mr. Bo when you say something like this, if you don't take it too seriously, it's really nothing.

"...This is definitely a trap."

The red-haired teenager scratched through his hair, and finally concluded.So at the end of the room cleaning, Emiya Shiro stuffed the nasty swimming trunks at the bottom of the box!

OK, call it a day.