Shinobu Shiratori
Shinobu Shiratori was not a force to be trifled with. Someone who would constantly act upon their desires to obtain their desired results. Someone who would disregard others on her climb to the top, regardless of their position. A kindred spirit who only acted in a way that would better suit herself or give herself an advantage. Perhaps you could not consider such a “good” person. Even so, Shinobu was not “immortal”. She still understood there was a sentience of morality within the confines of existence, but at times even that line could be skewed to fit her current position or disposition.
In addition to this, the Japanese magus was also rather haughty, often considering herself better in some way to even those who are no doubt her superiors in a field, but at the same time her ego tends to place itself on greater importance to those around her. Even if there would be no reason for Shinobu to believe herself to have an advantage over her opponent, she will still act in a way that seems condescending.
A broken mind from a complex fulfilled?
Likely.
But Shinobu isn’t the self-analyzing type. Whatever is able to keep her ahead of the game is what she considers in her actions. Planned course of events that would lead her to victory. At least, if she is able to think rationally given an instance. She would continue forward on her designed path regardless of what others stated.
This bull was not the sort one could easily tame.
There was also the fact that she had taken her time to consider what she wanted from a Servant and had procured what she believed to be the item that would be able to
Her original bag was one that had a pink strip on it’s side. This bag didn’t have a pink strip of color on it’s side.. The only likely scenario that had occurred is that somewhere within her travels, she had mistaken this bag for her own and had lost her catalyst.
This was impossible.
This was unlikely.
How could her esteemed self have misplaced her bag? This was a trial! Something fate had given her to test her ability, no doubt! But even so, one could likely see the so-called “esteemed self” with a degree of anxiety within her person. Deep down, she was frightened. Frightened that her hard work had gone to waste. She could still summon, sure, but now she wasn’t able to get the Servant she had desired. Plans were crumbling.
Checking the tag of the person who she had the bag of, Shinobu read aloud a name she didn’t recognize . Mulling over in her head how to pronounce the name, she eventually came to her own idea on how the name was said. How could she mistake her pronunciations? She wasn’t dumb.
“Fericks Whyd?” … Perhaps it was not a good idea to skip those English classes.
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