The issue with post-chant incantation, namely, that everyone has to sit through your pointless rambling, isn't something Shirō Emiya didn't understand.
It's just that, from his own perspective, he completely failed to notice how irritating it was to others.
"What the hell is that guy up to again?!"
If there was one thing Shirō had accidentally achieved from his earlier antics, it was this: every single captain in the Gotei 13 now knew his spiritual pressure by heart.
Finally, after another long stream of nonsense, they heard him say:
"Moshi moshi. Earlier, uh, no, scratch that. Forget earlier!"
Shirō clammed up. After all, he thought the previous cast had failed, how could he admit something so embarrassing in public?
So, he tried again:
"Allow me to reintroduce myself. I'm Shirō Emiya, the provisional Fifth Seat of the 2nd Division, and also the Courier Squad's incoming Vice-Captain.
This is just a little experiment, please don't mind it.
If you can hear me, I'd appreciate it if you could let me know this Bakudō worked.
If you're too busy, even a Hell Butterfly will do. Thanks again!
Okay then, carry on, over and out!"
Now, the captains weren't fools. They had smart subordinates, and most of them quickly pieced together what was happening.
Some might've thought Shirō was playing a prank. Others, perhaps a bit more imaginative, figured he had amnesia, maybe he just forgot he'd already done all this.
But it soon became clear to everyone: no one had responded to Shirō's first broadcast, which made him think it had failed, so he was trying again.
Even his slip of the tongue, starting with "Earlier..." gave him away.
Now the captains had a decision to make. Maybe they should just throw him a bone, send some kind of reply to shut him up. Because if this continued, it'd be very annoying.
But, don't forget, captains are proud. Very proud.
To reply now, after ignoring the first message? That would make them look weak, like they'd been worn down. What kind of example would that set?
Every one of them knew full well that Shirō's first Tenteikūra had succeeded.
So to admit they ignored it? To now respond after brushing him off once?
No way. No one wanted to be the wishy-washy one.
Some might think: "Isn't that kind of stupid? Wouldn't this just drag on forever?"
Yes. But this is a classic Three Monks Problem, where everyone assumes someone else will fetch the water, so no one does anything.
Thirteen divisions. Thirteen captains. And even more lieutenant- and seated-level officers.
Everyone was thinking the same thing:
"Someone else will give in first."
"It doesn't have to be me."
"Why should I deal with this kid?"
Even Kyōraku and Ukitake, who had initially considered helping out, eventually dropped the idea for various reasons.
"If that freeloading Kyōraku won't do it, then why should we?"
"Aren't we captains too? Why should we be the ones to babysit this brat?"
And so, everyone dug in their heels, waiting for someone else to break first.
Meanwhile, back at the Emiya estate,
Shirō, stubborn as ever and far too proud to back down, especially with his maid still watching, was still going strong.
He couldn't just quit now, not with her still by his side. Not without at least one successful attempt.
So...
"Bakudō #77: Tenteikūra!"
"Black and white mesh...
Twenty-two bridges...
Sixty-six crowns...
Footsteps, distant thunder, jagged peaks, returning ground...
Nightfall, cloud sea, azure procession,
The grand garden drawn and cast skyward!"
One random captain:
"Grrr! Patience! I just know one of the others will crack before I do!"
"Bakudō #77: Tenteikūra!"
"Black and white mesh... twenty-two bridges... sixty-six crowns..."
Another captain:
"Hah! So they're all waiting for me to break, huh? Not happening."
"Bakudō #77: Tenteikūra!"
Yet another captain:
"There's no way that damn kid has the stamina to keep this up!"
"Bakudō #77: Tenteikūra!"
Kyōraku, sighing:
"Well, Lisa, you said we should ignore him. Sing something loud enough to drown him out."
Thunk! Slam!
"Bakudō #77: Tenteikūra!"
Unohana Retsu, meanwhile, simply used her own methods to shut off her hearing and gracefully went to sleep.
"Bakudō #77: Tenteikūra!"
Ukitake:
"Cough... cough... oh dear, I think I've blacked out again. What time is it?"
Back at the Emiya estate, dawn was finally breaking.
"Bakudō #77: Tenteikūra...!"
"Black and white mesh... twenty-two bridges... sixty-six crowns..."
"Yaaaawn, " the maid couldn't help but let out a big one.
"Hm?!" Shirō turned to her, eyes bloodshot.
"N-no, nothing! I'm totally awake!" she shouted, panicked.
Shirō squinted. "You're sleepy."
"I... I am?" she asked nervously, unsure of what he was planning.
"Yep. You're sleepy. Go to bed," Shirō said firmly.
"What about you, Young Master?" she asked, genuinely concerned.
"Of course I'm going to keep training," Shirō said without hesitation.
"Then I'll stay too!"
Shirō's face darkened.
"GO. TO. SLEEP."
"Ahh! Yes, yes, going right now!" The maid bolted out of sight in a flash.
"Ahhhhhh..." Shirō collapsed backward with a groan.
"Finally... I can go to bed too..."
As he shuffled toward his room, kicking at the floor like a kid throwing a tantrum, he grumbled to himself:
"I swear, who knew this little Bakudō #77: Tenteikūra would be this hard?!
It doesn't make sense... I don't think I'm doing anything wrong...
Where the hell is the issue?
Should I ask someone...?
Ugh, no. Way too embarrassing.
Guess I'll have to figure it out myself...
But until I've nailed it down...
I am never doing that in front of anyone ever again."
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