Emiya
"Well, I sure as hell can't heal like that," Emiya said as he lifted up his shirt half way up his chest. "It would make my life easier if I could."
He was muscular, but there were white scars cutting against his bronze skin. A couple of bullet wounds, something that looked like a deep gash in his side, and shrapnel entry and exit wounds. He turned so Tsumiko could get a good look of his back as well, which told the same story as his front.
"This is why you'll never see me at a public pool. People like to ask about things different, or talk behind your back," he said as he lowered his shirt.