Chapter 64: Emiya: Couldn't the Caladbolg Be Homing?
Don't worry, Emiya's special training methods were quite gentle... right?
Since he had no inherent skills in training others, Emiya usually relied on his own clumsy method of continuous repetition to train himself.
Therefore, Emiya slightly borrowed from the training methods of the other two 'Emiya Shirous.'
Every time he went to sleep, he could see fragmented memories from those two.
For example, EMIYA Alter had a period of training recruits after joining the assassin organization.
Regardless of how he was evaluated afterward, the death rate of the people he brought up did indeed drop by several multiples.
Emiya also felt that repetitive physical exercises like those could be done well alone. Since he was there today, high-pressure training in the form of actual combat was the most effective method for the students.
Thus, after several hours of devilish training, Fushiguro Megumi and Yuji Itadori, unsurprisingly, lay sprawled on the ground once more, breathing heavily as they gazed at the sky.
Kugisaki Nobara's outcome was even worse, as her special training involved engaging in a projectile duel with Emiya using her hammer and nails, aiming for 100% accuracy against his high-speed moving arrows.
Comparing archery skills with Emiya was already a hellish act, let alone engaging in a mutual shooting exercise. Kugisaki Nobara didn't count how many arrows he fired, because it was simply too many to count.
Even though every arrow was specially modified by Emiya to ensure it caused no real harm, the pain was definitely real. Anyone who claims rubber bullets don't hurt should try being swept by a Gatling gun!
The most crucial thing was that while Kugisaki Nobara's arm was cramping from swinging her hammer, Emiya, who repeatedly performed the same archery motion countless times, looked completely fine. When she asked him, he replied that this level was barely a warm-up.
In this day and age, is there really someone so bored that they practice archery hundreds or thousands of times every day?
"Aah, I'm so angry. I want to go fight a Cursed Spirit right now..."
Kugisaki Nobara said this in a completely exhausted state.
She still had some anger when Emiya shot her the first few times, but as the number of times she was hit increased and her own shots proved completely ineffective, she pretty much let it go.
So what if she couldn't hit him even once!
If she couldn't beat him, she couldn't beat him. Would getting angry help her win? It was better to just reconcile with the fact than to make things difficult for herself.
"That's all for today's special training. If you have any questions, feel free to find me privately. I'm quite easy to talk to.
Alright, dismissed."
Imitating a physical education teacher, Emiya clapped his hands, announcing that the students could return to their own affairs.
If it was just this kind of practical training, it was much simpler than Emiya had imagined. Since Gojo Satoru's students didn't add up to too many, the time required each week was probably only about one day.
And after announcing the dismissal, the first to leave was not the first-year students lying there defeated, but Emiya himself.
For the current Emiya, the most important thing was to quickly improve himself. The fight with Mahito had successfully made him realize that many enormous Cursed Spirit threats still lurked in the world, and his current strength was far from enough.
The time was too short, and the total number of stored Noble Phantasms was too few. Don't forget, that Special Grade Cursed Spirit had declared that he had companions. No one knew when or where those guys would appear, or what kind of disaster they would bring.
While always maintaining his magical energy at a certain level, Emiya also had to spend a significant amount of time projecting Noble Phantasms to gradually expand his reserves.
Even a sword like Caladbolg requires several minutes for a complete projection, let alone Noble Phantasms other than swords, such Gáe Bolg.
In the memories Emiya had access to, one of the things the Heroic Spirit Emiya enjoyed most seemed to be researching various weapons and Noble Phantasms in his independent space. Caladbolg, Hrunting, and even Kanshou and Bakuya were modified under such circumstances.
Furthermore, didn't EMIYA Alter modify Kanshou and Bakuya into a firearm style?
Maybe... he could also try to modify some new Noble Phantasms himself to counter specific Cursed Spirits?
Of course, that would only be possible if he had sufficient magical energy.
Incorrect modification would cause the structure of the Noble Phantasm to become unstable and dissipate immediately, wasting the magical energy.
But since the idea had already formed in his mind, Emiya decided it was better to give it a try.
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Upon quickly returning to his room, Emiya immediately got to work.
"Trace On."
To see more clearly, Emiya even drew the curtains, blocking the last rays of the setting sun. Blue patterns appeared on his palm, extending into the air, illuminating a small portion of the room.
"I appraise the concept of creation,I postulate the basic structure,I duplicate the constituent material,I imitate the crafting technology..."
Amidst the clang of forging echoing inexplicably through his Magic Circuits, the inner structure of the sword gradually took shape under the weaving blue lines, simulating its form when it was first created.
If he wanted to change it, Emiya would have to interfere now. He imagined himself as the craftsman who had forged it, needing to correct the sword's properties.
What Emiya intended to do now was to impart the properties of Hrunting to the Caladbolg.
After all, the flaw of Hrunting had been revealed during the fight with Mahito: its power was simply too low. If he could blend the two, even without the mountain-leveling power of a full-burst Caladbolg, it would be enough to kill most enemies.
As time slowly passed, the blade's casing gradually formed in Emiya's hand, coalescing into a more refined form than the Caladbolg.
"I empathize with the growth experience,I reproduce the accumulated years,I surpass, completing numerous processes—"
Finally, it was done.
Maintaining the magical energy output for tens of minutes while constructing the sword's internal structure and shape was definitely a very meticulous task.
But just as Emiya wiped the sweat from his forehead and prepared to re-examine the Noble Phantasm in his hand...
Crack!
Right from the center of the blade, the entire Noble Phantasm suddenly broke apart.
"Failed...?"
Fortunately, Emiya had never expected to succeed on his first try. Just as a small detail in the tempering process can cause a forged blade to shatter easily, the formation of a Noble Phantasm is even more intricate. It was normal for the first attempt to end in failure.
However, even though focusing intently should have been quite a tedious task, Emiya oddly found it interesting.
'Perhaps I'll try again next time?'
After making this decision in his mind, Emiya stood up and walked toward the kitchen counter. Since his magical energy was mostly depleted anyway, he might as well eat first.
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