This is something Anno did at the end of the last Holy Grail War.
At that time, Annuo's spirit base was already broken, and even if he stayed there, there wouldn't be much he could do.
The boy dug out from the rubble by Emiya Kiritsugu was already in critical condition, his life hanging by a thread. In order to save the child's life, and also to...save Emiya Kiritsugu for the last time, Anno put his own
The spiritual foundation was given to this child, that is—
Emiya Shirou.
This kind of spiritual energy transfer is actually very illegal, but at that time, it seemed that this was the only thing Annuo could do.
Therefore, in essence, from that time onwards, Emiya Shirou was considered a sub-servant.
A sub-server who has received the Saber Anno Ringi may also be called Saber Emiya Shirou.
But perhaps because Anno's spiritual base was too fragile at the time, or perhaps because Shirou was not a magician at that time, the power that had been hidden in Shirou Emiya's body had been sleeping for a long time.
.
Later, Emiya Shirou did not encounter any danger. Even after he started training as a magician, his strength was a bit too weak, so his sleeping power was still sleeping.
until--
Now.
"Shirou..."
Annuo looked at Shirou Emiya, a little surprised, but then it turned into relief.
The power that I had left to Shirou, this child, was finally...discovered by him.
"——How is this possible!?"
The fake Irisviel covered the broken part of her arm and looked at Shirou Emiya, who was dressed as a knight, with wide eyes.
Anno's iconic silver-white armor is now worn on Emiya Shirou. However, because the spirit base automatically adapts to the sub-server, the shape and costume have undergone some changes, becoming more in line with Emiya.
Shirou's size and habits don't seem to be inconsistent - on the contrary, it makes people feel that this armor should be like this.
Emiya Shirou ignored the frightened black Irisviel, and just ran in a few steps in the black mud. He jumped up to the edge of the second floor of the castle with his legs, and put the unconscious Illya down to the only remaining place.
Half, but still able to sleep on the bed.
"From now on, just leave it to me."
Looking at the sleeping faces of his family, Emiya Shirou showed a smile, then turned around, his eyes turning cold.
"Shenji, Sakura, I'll leave this to you first."
He said to his two friends who rushed to the second floor.
"Ah, um..."
Matou Shinji nodded blankly.
To be honest, the sudden change in Shirou made him a little confused...
"Senior, what are you..."
Sakura covered her mouth.
Why does senior look so like...
Mr. Saber?
"It's just a... small change."
"Take care of...Illya for me. I'll go with Saber to eliminate the guy pretending to be Ms. Irisviel."
Shirou Emiya turned around, his silver and red cloak rustling.
"Hmm...?"
Illya seemed to have regained some consciousness.
She... seemed to see it.
I saw the serious expression on the "brother" that I had always disapproved of.
"......well......?"
However, before she could confirm it, the figure disappeared.
It's like an illusion.
Closing her eyes again, the powerless Illya lost consciousness again.
...
Boom—Boom!!!
Shuten-Douji, who was controlled by Black Mud, seemed to be stronger than before. Although the strength was the same, in many cases, Shuten-Douji had a playful mentality.
During the battle, his strength was not fully displayed, but when he finally showed his strength, he was attacked by several other powerful servants and went directly to the Lesser Holy Grail under the judgment of Xiang An.
Now Shuten Doji, because he is being controlled, uses almost all the power he can use. Although Anno can suppress it, he wants to solve it in a short time...
In fact, there is still a way.
Buzz——
call--!!!
The holy sword was wrapped with light, and Annuo slashed towards his side. The black mud around him was burned away, and then the holy sword came up from bottom to top——
Zheng——
Phew!!!
Shuten Doji's arm was directly cut off by Annuo, but her wine gourd was still in her other hand. The poisonous wine in the gourd was tilted slightly and spurted towards Annuo.
"The cursed black mud, the poisonous wine that corrodes everything... Hmph, they match quite well."
Annuo glanced to the side and a smile appeared on his lips.
Should we fight side by side...
It’s a feeling I haven’t had in a long time.
Zheng——
Emiya Shirou slashed his sword at the black Irisviel.
The black Irisviel seemed to have little fighting experience. She gritted her teeth and backed away frequently while covering her broken arm.
The thing that gushes out from her broken arm is not blood, but black mud - it is as if she is condensed from this black mud, but has been given self-awareness.
"Emiya Shirou—you guy!!!"
boom!!!
Detonating the black mud in front of Shirou, he used the opportunity to retreat backwards, and the black Irisviel let out a stern sound.
Her expression was extremely angry.
"You, the guy who was rescued by Emiya Kiritsugu, should not have survived at all - I should have let Illya control Berserker to kill you!"
"Who are you? What are you."
There were no obvious wounds on Shirou Emiya's body - he knew Anno's true name and the true name of this precious phantom, so he was also protected by the precious armor given by the fairy.
The curse of the black mud cannot hurt him, and the burst of black mud's heat can only cause minor damage to him.
Annuo's biggest characteristic as a servant has always been that he is extremely tough.
Even the Hero King Gilgamesh was helpless against Anno's defense, and even angrily called Anno a "stinking, hard turd".
As a sub-server who inherited Anno's Spirit Ki, Emiya Shirou inherited Anno's characteristics very well.
"What is your purpose? Why do you want to seduce Illya?"
He kept asking questions and kept approaching the other party. The holy sword in Emiya Shirou's hand was shrouded in silver-white light - just like Anno.
Raising his sword and pointing it at the fake Irisviel, Emiya Shirou's eyes were cold.
There was a sneer on the face of black Irisviel.
"Haha...that kind of thing doesn't matter, right?"
"Even if I tell you, will you let me go?"
"Besides - does it make any difference whether you let me go or not?"
She simply lay down on the ground, looking like a mess.