Pain. All he felt was pain. After agreeing to follow Zouken, everything was a blur. He felt a stinging bite, a searing pain, and ... his skin crawling?
“SHIROU! Shirou, my boy! Can you hear me? Nod if you understand!”
“Good! Good! I thought the shock off the transplant did you in. But no matter, the transplant was a success! After you recover, we can begin training you to control Rider,” he finished.
Shirou groaned weakly. “What ... day... is it?”
Zouken clicked his tongue in annoyance. “It took a week to make sure the crest would not reject the transplant. Thankfully, you should be ready by tomorrow to begin.” Seeing him shift weakly, he snapped at him. “Do not strain yourself, my boy. Rest, for you have a lot to learn very quickly.”
Nodding weakly, Shirou blinked slowly, his purple hair and eyes making eye contact.
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