1994, Fuyuki City.
The cold brought by winter spread everywhere; the sky and earth were white, and the snowflakes were overwhelming.
The pines and cypresses, which usually added a little green to this withered winter, were also covered with a thick blanket of snow at this moment.
But these were all trivial matters to Shirou, who was curled up in a warm and comfortable bed.
At this moment, the warm quilt represented the most beautiful season.
Ring, ring, ring———!!!
The annoying alarm clock rang in his ears, and the noise was so loud that Shirou couldn't continue to sleep.
"Ahhhh!!
Shirou angrily threw off the covers and punched the alarm clock away.
With a "bang", the world returned to calm.
"Hmm... It's only 6:30... Get another five minutes of sleep."
Shirou, who had just returned to bed, had closed his eyes for less than five seconds when there was a sudden knock on the door.
Knock knock knock...
Before Shirou could respond, the voice of his mother, Fujimaru Kana, came from outside the door.
"Shirou~ It's time to get up, otherwise breakfast will get cold."
Faced with his mother's gentle urging, Shirou didn't want to get up, but he eventually sat up patiently and began to dress.
"Coming, coming..."
After he replied, Mrs. Fujimaru's footsteps faded away.
When Shirou walked out of the room, Mrs. Fujimaru was already dressed, carrying her bag, ready to go to the supermarket.
Seeing Shirou walking towards the bathroom, Mrs. Fujimaru turned around.
"By the way, Shirou, your bento is on the table. Remember to take it with you after breakfast."
"Un, got it. Take care."
Shirou waved his hand.
Then, with a click, the door closed.
Now, Shirou was the only one left in the house.
"Whew... Let's rinse my mouth first."
After going to the bathroom, Shirou turned on the faucet, filled a cup, and gargled. With a gurgling sound, he spit out the water.
"Today is the same as always... Nothing strange happened."
The city where he lived now was Fuyuki City, and his name was Fujimaru Shirou.
From a babbling baby to the age of seven, it took Shirou a long time to gradually understand his situation.
He thought he had just transmigrated into a 2D world. But before Shirou could think about how to use his advantages to make a fortune, his life flew into the sky like a rocket; he suddenly discovered the cruel truth that this city was Fuyuki City.
"But fortunately, at this stage, I have nothing to do with the Holy Grail War or anything. As long as I can find a way to get my parents to move out of the city..."
Murmuring this, Shirou couldn't help but sigh.
He hadn't just thought of this now. As early as two years ago, when Shirou realized this was the Type-Moon world, he had already tried.
But his current body was just a child's. How could he have the ability to make his parents, who had already taken root in Fuyuki City, suddenly move out?
"What can I do? I'm still a kid!"
The so-called Holy Grail War is a ritual where seven magi each summon Heroic Spirits and gamble their lives to kill each other.
The final survivor obtains the Omnipotent Wish-Granting Device.
However, this is the time of the Fourth Holy Grail War. These magi don't know that what they are fighting for is nothing more than a broken cup filled with cursed mud. No matter what the wish, it will eventually result in evil.
A Holy Grail that doesn't fulfill wishes is just a cup that looks valuable.
Shirou wasn't going to get involved in this senseless war.
As a child, he was too weak and powerless.
"So... What's next..."
Shirou looked up at the mirror in the bathroom.
It reflected his young face.
He had brownish-red hair, amber eyes, and a fair, immature face. There was a hint of sharpness in his eyes, and his eyebrows were shaped like lightning.
Born with good looks, Shirou was quite popular in school, and both boys and girls had a good impression of him.
Well, why does saying that always feel weird?
...
After eating breakfast and taking his bento, Shirou slung his bag over his shoulder and closed the door.
The cold wind blew slowly in the winter morning, and Shirou couldn't help but shrink his neck.
"It's so cold..."
The sky was blue, and the warm winter sun hung high above.
The sun shone on his face, but Shirou didn't feel a trace of warmth.
Fuyuki is a small seaside city located in the Far East of Japan. It is named after the belief that it has extremely long winters.
In fact, the climate is warm, so it isn't usually attacked by such cold. If you dig in two places, you might even find hot springs.
There is a river that runs through the city, dividing it into two parts with very different architectural styles.
On the east side is Shinto, a highly modern new town with everything. On the west side is Miyama Town, which is basically an old town with only residential areas.
The two banks of the river are connected by the Mion Bridge.
The river is connected to underground ley lines. As an excellent spiritual land, many influential magi migrated here long ago. These magi and the land of Fuyuki City are managed by the Tohsaka family, a member of the Clock Tower Mage's Association.
"It stands to reason that winter shouldn't be so cold. Is it because I'm too nervous...?"
Shirou took a deep breath and tried to shout inwardly.
"System?"
It was a system that had been with Shirou for seven years, although its only function was to let Shirou check his status bar.
[I am...]
Once Shirou asked anything else, the system replied: [No other features enabled.]
Originally, he thought that with a system, there might be a way to deal with the crisis, but it seemed God had other plans.
"Open status bar."
The next moment, a translucent panel appeared in front of Shirou's eyes.
Name: Fujimaru Shirou
Gender: Male
Age: 7 years old
Height: 135cm
Race: Human
Lineage: None
Special Abilities: None
Magic Circuits: 0 (27)
Physical Strength: 6 (10) Nerve Reflexes: 5 (10) Life Force: 6 (10) Mental Power: 9 (10)
At the bottom, there were bracketed standard values for a normal adult male.
It seemed that because he was a transmigrator, his mental power far exceeded that of his peers.
At only seven years old, it was inconceivable that Shirou could reach such a high number.
"There has been a certain improvement in all aspects. It seems that exercising every day is effective."
Shirou muttered, then turned his gaze to the Magic Circuits column.