Tensura x fate:When The Time Reincarnated As Human

Rin vs lancer.. second match

Rin's POV

It was just another morning, the kind where you wake up and hope for a peaceful day, only to realize that with Sataro and Artemis around, peace was as realistic as summoning a Heroic Spirit using pure willpower alone.

We were on our way to school me, Sataro, Shirou, and Artemis and already, the day was off to a chaotic start. The only thing keeping me from losing it was knowing that Sakura Matou was probably going to be at Shirou’s house today, just to make things a little weirder.

Shirou was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that Sataro and I were related. Apparently, it hadn’t clicked for him until now, and the poor guy looked as confused as ever. “Wait, so Sakura knew you two were her older siblings this whole time?”

I shrugged, not really caring. “Yeah, she knew. But she acts like she doesn’t, just to avoid drama. She’s got enough to deal with thanks to Shinjika anyway.”

Shirou’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Shinjika… as in the Shinji from the game? But here, she’s not the same, right? She’s arrogant, sure, but not… evil.”

“Yeah, she’s not using Sakura for anything like in the game,” I confirmed. “But she’s still a haughty brat trying to grab attention.”

Sataro chimed in, smirking. “At least this version of Shinji isn’t trying to become some deranged, obsessed villain.”

Shirou, playing the self-proclaimed hero of justice as usual, sighed. “I just want to make sure Sakura doesn’t go down that path like she does in the game…”

Before the conversation could go further into Shirou’s moral crusade, we arrived at the school. And of course, Artoria, Astolfo, Archer, and Medea all tagged along, looking like they actually belonged here. I had no idea how, but Artemis had managed to convince the headmaster and manager to accept a bunch of Heroic Spirits wandering around the school grounds. Maybe it had something to do with the false memories and perceptions she implanted in them.

I wasn’t going to ask.

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Inside the school, things got even weirder. Archer now using the alias “Robin”was posing as the new physics teacher. Of all the possible outcomes, that one might’ve been the most ridiculous. But of course, Medea wasn’t far behind, smugly teaching biology with the same superiority complex she always had. I watched her from across the hallway, and I could tell from her expression that she was up to something.

“Oh, Artemis,” Medea called out sweetly, but with that devilish grin of hers. “I’ve been meaning to ask you… since you’ve gotten yourself into such a mess, how about you write a 100-page report on advanced biology for me? With diagrams, of course. It’d be a great way to pass the time.”

Artemis’ face twisted into pure annoyance. “What? You little—” She muttered something under her breath, already plotting her revenge.

I had to admit, watching Artemis squirm was pretty funny. She’d been so cheeky recently that Medea was probably doing the world a favor.

Meanwhile, Astolfo, who somehow got classified as my classmate, was cheerfully chatting up the teachers and acting like this was all just another day in his life. I had to give him credit for his enthusiasm, but sometimes, I really wished I could just pretend none of this was happening.

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Of course, things weren’t about to stay quiet for long. As we headed home after an exhausting day at school, the damn Lancer showed up again, probably bored out of his mind and looking for a fight.

I was already on edge, so the moment I saw him coming, I groaned. “Lancer, seriously? Didn’t we just deal with you last week?”

He ignored me, throwing himself into another attack, but I wasn’t having it. With a flick of my wrist, I opened one of the portals Artemis had taught me how to make a few weeks ago an invincible one that teleported anything within range a full kilometer away.

The result? Lancer vanished instantly, only to reappear 1 km away from us.

He grunted in annoyance and started running back towards us.

Artemis raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. “Nice touch, Rin.”

I shrugged. “I’m just using your trick.”

Lancer, being the thickheaded idiot that he was, tried again. And again. And again. Each time, the same thing happened. Teleported away, teleported back, only to be teleported again. I could tell it was getting on his nerves, but I wasn’t about to let up.

Shirou, who had been quiet this whole time, suddenly spoke up. “Wait, why is Lancer getting teleported like that? Shouldn’t he be able to manipulate causality?”

I glanced at Archer, who was walking beside me. “It’s not that simple,” I muttered, half-expecting Archer to take over the explanation.

And, of course, he did. “Lancer can attack the causality between an attack and its effect, but what Rin’s doing is more of a spatial severance. She’s cutting off the relationship between two distances and connecting them to entirely different locations. It’s not technically a portal it’s a manipulation of space itself.”

Shirou looked like he was trying to understand, but Archer clearly enjoyed lecturing him. “Think of it like this, Shirou. It’s not that the attack is being blocked it’s being moved. The concept of distance itself is being severed and rearranged. It’s physics.”

Shirou groaned. “Not more physics…”

“Physics is important, you idiot,” *lArcher snapped, “especially if you plan on understanding how any of this works.”

I rolled my eyes. It was like watching a father scolding his son, only the father was a Heroic Spirit and the son was trying his best to become a hero.

Lancer finally gave up after his hundredth attempt to attack us, vanishing into the night with a frustrated grunt.

“Let’s just get home,” I muttered, exhausted from the whole ordeal. “And please, no more lectures, Archer.”

He smirked, but at least he shut up.