Holy Grail War? Dragon Ball War

That is the "self" that relies on the container.

He should have been called "Emiya Shirou".

"Little brat, that sword in your hand..."

Before Shirou could ask anything, Muramasa seemed to have discovered something surprising and grabbed the weapon stuck in the ground.

"I never expected to see this sword here."

"It's been well maintained."

As if pleased, the other party recognized the weapon's "identity" and commented while holding the "Kusanagi Sword".

"Let me introduce myself."

"I am a swordsmith from Ise Kingdom."

"Senko Muramasa!"

"The job title is Saber."

"Uh, my name is..."

"call out!"

Upon hearing that name, Shirou was about to introduce himself when a sudden noise caught their attention.

"Clap!"

Wielding the Kusanagi sword to deflect incoming arrows, Muramasa and Shirou remained vigilant about their surroundings.

"Archer! Why did you attack without permission?!"

"I already told you, that's someone I know!"

But a familiar voice came from a grove of trees not far away, startling Shirou.

"This sound is"

Sure enough, a girl with pigtails wearing a school uniform walked out from there.

"cold?"

"As expected of Shirou, I knew the magical energy fluctuations were familiar."

They recognized each other and felt no sense of unfamiliarity.

Their relationship is now so good that it wouldn't be surprising if they called each other by their first names.

"It's good that you're here too. I was just wondering what I would do if I ran into a stranger."

"But... how can there be two?"

Upon closer inspection, Rin was completely bewildered.

Why are there two Shirous in front of her?!

"Old Man"

"He is my servant, named Muramasa, and I don't know why he looks just like me."

Just as Muramasa was hesitating whether to reveal his name to clear up the misunderstanding, Shirou blurted it out without any hesitation.

"Don't worry, Saber, Rin is fine. She's my childhood friend."

He made a point of explaining to Muramasa, seemingly without any extra precautions against Rin.

Muramasa was surprised by his calm attitude.

Unlike the "Shirou" he possessed, this boy seemed very different.

Keep in mind that the enemy's Servant just launched an attack.

"Archer, stop cowering there and come out to apologize!"

Hearing Shirou's words and feeling trusted so much, Rin was quite pleased. She puffed out her chest and turned to shout at her servant.

"Clap."

They sprang out of the forest, and Shirou and Muramasa were able to see each other's faces clearly.

He had slightly dark skin, black eyes, white hair and eyebrows, and was very tall.

The other person stared at them with a stiff expression.

"Who is he/she?"

“This is also a headache for me. He said there was a problem with the summoning ritual, and he had a slight memory problem and couldn’t remember his own name.”

Upon hearing Shirou's question, Rin immediately scratched his head helplessly.

"Is there a problem with the ceremony?"

"Memory loss?"

Upon hearing this, Muramasa and Shirou looked at Archer with puzzled expressions.

(he)

Muramasa felt a strange sense of familiarity with the Archer in front of him.

But I just can't remember it right now.

That's not important.

"How could that not matter?! If you had a Noble Phantasm related to your name, you wouldn't be able to use it!"

Although Rin Tohsaka still remembers to maintain her composure and elegance in formal settings, she doesn't have as many concerns in front of Shirou.

"boom!!"

"!"

Red A was just about to cover something when he heard a gunshot. He took a step back as the bullet grazed his nose.

He immediately looked to his left.

A man with short white hair, dressed in black, and with skin even darker than his own, was staring at him coldly, his gun raised and aimed as if he intended to pull the trigger at any moment.

Black Archer!

"Archer, please stop."

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Rin Tohsaka and Shirou immediately turned around to look.

Then, the figure dressed in a magician's outfit came into view.

"cherry!"

"It's been a long time, sister, Shirou."

Didn't you go to London?

"Yes, but it seems like we've been dragged into this. But if you guys are our teammates, then we can rest assured."

The three of them chatted familiarly as they approached each other.

Red A watched this scene, completely at a loss for words.

If he remembers correctly, he didn't have such an exaggerated experience during his lifetime, did he?

Even if there is such a thing as parallel worlds, isn't Shirou being treated a little too well?

Before he could think much, the black Archer still had its gun pointed at him, seemingly regretting that it hadn't been able to kill him in one go.

(This guy)

Red A could clearly sense the killing intent emanating from the other party, and he didn't recall ever having a grudge against such a guy.

He was just a "working man," so logically he shouldn't have such an "enemy."

But before he could continue guessing, the other party put away the gun and instead took out a small notebook and pen, writing something on it.

The squinting, slightly bewildered expression conveyed a strange phenomenon.

"Speaking of which, now that the three of us are together, could the other person nearby be...Ilya?"

"possible"

"I wish it were her."

.........

"Shirou?"

Ilya stared blankly at the disheveled figure that emerged from the summoning circle, completely stunned.

She was clearly summoning a Servant according to the ritual incantation, so why did someone she knew appear?

This is wrong!

Is the formation broken?

She didn't mispronounce the incantation.

Which link in the chain went wrong?

Unable to understand, Ilya clutched her head with both hands, her eyes wide open.