Heroic Spirit: I, Shinji, have tried my best.

[Tip: The author of this book is over 18 years old, you can read it with confidence]

Also, don’t throw your brain away, keep it for yourself… (If you don’t like it, you can jump directly to Chapter 9. Each volume can be read separately)

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The morning sun shone on a slightly shabby Japanese-style house. In the dim room, a little purple short-haired kid slowly walked out. There was a hint of indifference on his childish face that was inconsistent with his age, and his cute little face made it hard for people to feel disgusted.

Matou Shinji: "I'm going to school."

Shinji left the Matou residence without waiting for a response.

After walking a distance, the body slowly relaxed, as if walking out of a cave full of dangers. Ordinary people might be confused, but those who know know that the things in that house are much more terrifying than wild beasts.

Shinji walked on the road with his eyes vacant, thinking back to his experiences in the past few years: Ever since he was inexplicably taken out of someone's stomach, and came to the Matou residence, and was called Matou Shinji, he could probably judge his current situation. On the surface, he was the only young master of the Matou family, and he would inherit the family property when he grew up and have a lovely sister. It was a perfect start for the young master. But in fact, there was almost no normal "person" in the family except himself. Whenever he heard the faint buzzing of insects when he went to bed at night, his back would feel cold, and even the mosquitoes seen in summer were scarier than the stray dogs on the roadside.

Looking at the classmates around him, he thought of the adopted sister, and his face seemed to have evoked some bad memories, and became cold again.

On the way to the classroom, I passed by the first grade and glanced at a girl who was sitting at the table and reading quietly, unlike the other children around her. She was a poor girl. She was adopted by her biological father to the Matou family at the age of 5. She was already confused and afraid, but before her new family could give her warmth and care, she had to experience a nightmare from which she could not wake up...

When he returned to his seat, he neither played nor studied, but lay on the table to catch up on his sleep. Under the cover of his arms, two small magatama-shaped dots in his scarlet eyes slowly rotated around his pupils. The Uchiha clan's bloodline limit, the Sharingan, has the powerful abilities of insight, copying, and illusion!

If this was applied to Shinji at his age, he would be called a genius even in the Uchiha clan, but Shinji would rather not have these eyes that are full of misfortune.

When he saw his grandfather, who rarely went out, taking Matou Sakura to the basement that no one else was allowed to enter, Shinji knew that what was coming was finally coming. The tragedy that happened across the screen was now happening around him.

Suddenly she felt powerless, angry, afraid, hateful, and heartbroken. Her inky black pupils were replaced by scarlet blood-red ones in the unstoppable tears, and she continued to get the double magatama. From then on, Sakura seldom smiled, and Shinji seldom spoke.

After seven or eight minutes, my eyes felt sore and my head felt dizzy. I closed my Sharingan and looked up at the classroom. It was almost the same as when I first came in, but everyone was sitting in their seats. After all, class was about to start in a few minutes. I took out my textbook and put a thin booklet underneath it. When I opened it, there were several magic circle-like patterns and dense text notes.

Are you kidding? Do you want him to learn things from elementary school textbooks?

Based on his understanding of the plot, Shinji "accidentally" discovered Matou Kariya who knew "magic", and proposed to learn the so-called magic. Matou Kariya hesitated for a moment but still agreed. However, what he got was only the most basic principles and sources of magic, not even basic magic. Moreover, he found that he did not have the so-called magic circuits at all. Theoretically, it was impossible for him to become a magician. It was precisely because of this that Kariya agreed. After all, he still did not care about his so-called cheap nephew. Fortunately, the use of Sharingan does not require magic circuits, but it is more like consuming energy or mental strength.

By the way, he did not tell his biological father Matou Tsuruno about the magic, and he did not tell anyone about the Sharingan. After all, the world of magicians has never been a fairy tale, but is full of betrayal and deception.

The beginning was bad, but fortunately there was a direction to work towards. When I found that I had good physical strength and recovery ability, exercise was the fastest way out. In addition to normal physical training and strength training, I also added swordsmanship, throwing, and parkour training. After all, there is no profession more suitable for Sharingan than ninja, of course, the later Gundam battle does not count.

As for these magical knowledge, although they do not help in terms of strength, they are for learning and verification, to verify the differences between ninjutsu and magic. Since one can open the Sharingan, it does not necessarily mean that one cannot use ninjutsu.

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After a whole morning of study, even an adult's brain could not handle the vast and obscure magic knowledge, so Shinji went out for a stroll with his hands on the back of his head, and happened to run into Sakura who was coming back from the toilet in the corridor.

Matou Sakura looked at Shinji who was approaching and spoke first: "Brother, are you still eating bread for lunch today?"

Shinji looked expressionlessly at Sakura, who was known as the "gloomy girl" because her hair covered half of her face, and replied coldly.

"Ah."

Then he walked right past her and continued walking.

The words Sakura was about to say seemed to be stuck in her throat, and she stood there blankly.

Perhaps he still couldn't bear it, so after walking two steps, Shinji half tilted his head and said, "If you want me to help you bring one, I understand." Then he walked away without looking back.

Sakura, who was standing there in a daze, turned her head to look at her brother's back, rubbed her sore nose, and lowered her head back to the classroom.

In the cold home, don't even think about anyone making lunch boxes for the brother and sister. Fortunately, they have received a lot of living expenses, but Sakura still has no good feelings for this family. Apart from feeling some tenderness from her brother from time to time, she can't even think of how she should survive.

She didn't want to trouble her brother to buy bread just now, but wanted to persuade him not to eat only bread every day. However, her concern was not accepted, or it should be said that it was not expressed. However, after understanding her brother's indifferent style, she was not surprised. Instead, she was thrown off balance by a simple word of concern.

"It would be nice if it could always be like this!"

Shinji still couldn't get over it. He knew that such a thing would happen, but he didn't have the power to stop it. He was even unable to show any concern for her because he was afraid of being noticed. He always felt guilty towards Sakura and was unwilling to accept the fact that he was weak.

"Matou Zouken... this is all your fault!"

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After buying two loaves of bread at noon, he gave one to Ying and went to the rooftop with the bread.

Through the fence of the rooftop, the scarlet Sharingan looked at the peaceful Fuyuki City. "Time is running out, the plan is about to begin..."

Sakura is now six years old, and a year has passed since her transformation by the Crest Worm. This year is exactly when the most classic Fourth Holy Grail War in Fate broke out.

This time, the Holy Grail War was a chaos of demons. The King of Heroes, the King of Conquerors, King Arthur, and even that old guy Matou Zouken could not get any advantage in front of the Heroic Spirits.

But these have nothing to do with him. This is just a stepping stone to help him obtain more resources. His stage will be the fifth Holy Grail War ten years later. Before that, he cannot reveal too much. Although it feels strange, Shinji's image as a villain in the original work is favored by his family. In order to prevent affecting the plot, he also has to play the role of a villain.

This made him unable to help but complain. People always say that villains have bad luck, but it seems that except for the bad results, everything else seems to be good. It really proves the saying that everyone hates Shinji, but everyone wants to be Shinji.

The Sharingan closed again due to the operational load, but this time it lasted a little longer than last time. Covering his sore eyes, he returned to the classroom to prepare for afternoon study.

The others took one look at him and went their own way. He was aloof, seldom talked, had perfect literary skills, looked arrogant, and had short purple hair that made him look fierce. After being rejected several times, no one dared to bother him. Although his hair was short because he didn't like the curly hair, it was impossible for a child to have his hair permed, so he had to cut it short.

After school in the afternoon, I walked out of the classroom and was stunned when I passed by Sakura's class. I saw that the girl who was usually alone was now surrounded by four or five little kids. Sakura looked at them coldly, but was obviously a little at a loss.

After listening for a while with my back against the door, I roughly understood what was going on, but I was just curious about why Sakura always looked so gloomy.

But is "gloomy woman" really something a group of six-year-old kids would say? It is worthy of being an island country, and people's minds are as narrow as its land area.

He opened the door and rushed in, and walked straight to where Sakura was. Sakura was a little surprised to see who was coming. "Don't be fond of me, girl. I'm not here to be a hero..."

Shinji squeezed through the crowd and came to Sakura. "Why are you still here?" The sudden cold words made everyone stunned. "School is over at this time, why don't you go home quickly, idiot!"

Sakura ran away, seemingly crying, but Shinji knew that he could not be soft-hearted, and the plan could not go wrong at the critical moment.

After leaving school, I didn't go home, but went straight to the small training ground on the back mountain. I imagined the simple wooden stake as a Zou Tong inkstone and poured out all my dissatisfaction of the day on it.

When I returned home in the evening, the house was unusually lively. Matou Tsuruya, Matou Kariya and Sakura were all sitting at the dinner table. Matou Tsuruya, who was always drunk on weekdays, was now sober.

"Next time you go out, remember to come back early and come over for dinner."

Matou Tsuruno showed rare concern for his son and then stopped talking, while Matou Kariya only paid attention to Sakura the whole time.

After dinner, he turned on the TV, but his mind was closely focused on the other side, because the old bug, who rarely went out, also slowly walked out. After saying a few words to Sakura, he pulled Sakura away. Sakura's body was trembling but she didn't dare to resist at all. It was Matou Kirei who saw it and quickly pulled Sakura behind him.

"What are you doing? We had an agreement!" Matou Kariya stared at Matou Zōken angrily.

"The engraving ritual is still one step away..." After saying this, he looked at Sakura coldly, as if he was looking at a little white mouse on a laboratory table.

"No, I won't allow you to do anything to Sakura again until this is over!"

Matou Zouken gave him a gloomy look, turned around and left, leaving behind a sentence: "Remember Kariya, you only have one chance."

Shinji's eyes gradually lost focus and he stared blankly at the TV in front of him.

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