Naples

Somewhere deep within the Throne of Heroes, the Nameless Hero raged against the World and the unfairness of it all. He had gone into another War alongside That Man, they had fought and He had emerged victorious, and what had the Moon Cell, nay, the Root itself done? It had erased Him, laughed in the Nameless Servant's face and erased That Man before his eyes, and then it had done what was to Archer the biggest insult of all; it had refused to erase his memory of the entire damned event. Now the Nameless One was angered as he was forced to remember His laugh, His kindness, His existence, the existence of the Master that the cynical Servant was forced to add to the list of all those countless people he failed.

Do you wish to see Him again kid?

That voice… Archer knew that voice.

"Zelretch," Archer spat, glaring at the nothingness that was the Throne of Heroes. "What do you want from me now Kaleidoscope, haven't your antics ruined my lives enough already?" The Nameless Servant asked bitterly.

I have taken Him and brought His body to a new dimension, one that even as we speak has repaired his mind and body perfectly, I even gave Him the memories of your War and what happened, now I'll ask again, do you want to see Him again? The Wizard Marshal, Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg, asked the Servant.

Archer was torn, the prospect of seeing his Master, no, his Friend, again made him feel elated, but his nature took over before he even thought of accepting.

"What's the catch Kaleidoscope?" The Nameless One asked with doubt in his voice, continuing to glare at the gloom all about himself.

Boy, contrary to what you might think I am neither cruel nor malicious, I am merely offering you a chance to enjoy yourself until the true you arrives at the Throne.

"Wait, you mean that brat is-?"

Yes, he will become a true Hero soon, and you will be freed from your fate. Zelretch promised.

The Nameless Servant could barely keep his mask of stoicism and neutrality as he felt something within him laugh excitedly, with this new sense of hope guiding him Archer was surprised at the words that left his mouth.

"I want to see Him again Zelretch." Archer stated.

Then go forth… The Kaleidoscope replied as a gash in reality, swirling like the infinite refractions of a kaleidoscope, appeared before the Counter Guardian.

Archer did not hesitate now, neither did he rush however, nay, instead he strode purposefully into the opening and in a flash of light Alaya's ultimate Counter Guardian, no, the Hero Emiya Shirou stepped into a new world to find his true Master.


The first thing he noticed was that he was alive, that he could actually understand and comprehend what was going on around him. The second thing he noticed was just how noisy it was to be in a flesh and blood body, compared to living as a Wraith-like programming error the pumping organs and flowing blood of a real body was way too damn loud. The sheer noise his body was giving off almost distracted him from the third thing… He couldn't move.

'What the hell?' The former Master of Archer thought, sending countless mental commands to his own limbs to move before his body finally remembered how to work, almost instantly his eyes shot open and he sprang to his feet, only to fall right back down as he lost his sense of balance and landed unceremoniously on his ass. As the youth studied himself he noted with mild interest he was wearing baby blue hospital garb, in other words pants and whatever those gown things were called, with a pair of sandals on his feet.

"Okay, first question, where am I?" The youth wondered aloud, since as far as he knew, he had been frozen in a cryogenics chamber, and this harbor most definitely was not that.

'Wait, how can I remember all this?' The youth wondered, he distinctly remembered the end of that Grail War, he distinctly remembered accepting that when he next woke up he would not remember any of that and he almost wished he could be there when his real body was kidnapped by Rin, just to watch the sheer hilariousness that would have been sure to erupt.

Any further introspection was interrupted by a massive [Boar] crashing down in the middle of the harbor.

"Holy halibut!" The youth exclaimed, jerkily rolling away from the [Boar] as the shockwaves of the landing and straining of the beast sent him nearly flying, however he quickly righted himself and stood up, adjusting to the power fluxes and riding them out, just like when a Servant deployed a Noble Phantasm.

'Although, Archer isn't here this time.' The youth thought almost bitterly as he remembered his Servant, no, his best friend, the cynical red knight had been hard to get along with but he was by far the person whom the youth had gotten on with best.

As he stood there in nostalgia the former Master almost failed to notice when the [Boar] vanished, and two figures began to fall. Barely catching it due to the distance the youth heard what sounded like an incantation being cast, and moving quickly he began running clumsily, slipping as he rushed towards the two human figures, noticing a third figure on a white horse, whose body was glowing like the sun and sporting several rings.

'Who the hell is that?' The youth wondered, only for the figure on the horse to draw an arrow and let fly, the missile landing by the other two figures and exploding, of course, it was nothing when compared to Archer's Fake Spiral Sword, so the youth was able to keep running, only to be surprised as one of the figures, he was able to notice that it was an Asian boy, actually dodged what was definitely a blow from a Heroic Spirit, the former Master had no doubt where that feeling of oppressiveness came from, however just before the third arrow was loosed the rings behind the mounted Servant began to shine, and the Asian boy slowed down just as the third arrow struck him in the heart.


There were no forms that could be used to fight Perseus.

For example, the pitch-black [Boar] that Kusanagi Godou had summoned.

That was a fearsome summoning art, something that even if a highly skilled magician had tried for a hundred days straight, would not be able to summon such a divine beast. And he had only used ten seconds to do that.

This was a powerful authority possessed by a devil king Campione.

However, Perseus had used some divine secret technique, sealing the divine beast.

And then finally, shot Kusanagi Godou dead.

'This was all my fault.' Liliana Kranjcar who witnessed the entire fight from the start could only look on, horrified, as the dead body of the Campione had collapsed on the ground.

If only she had used the spell, [Instruction], on him...

If he could have used the spell words of the [Sword] that even suppressed the Marquis Voban, the fight would definitely have turned out differently.

Because of her indecisiveness, someone had died. And it was someone who fought against the gods for the sake of mankind - a savior of the world, a bringer of discord, one of the devil kings.

Magicians hailed the Campiones as [King] for a reason, the main reason was fear, but besides that, when the [Heretic Gods] brought suffering and disaster to mankind, they were mankind's last bastion of defense, the only saviors of the world.

That was how it should have been, but she had done nothing but caused his death - !

"... Hm. I am feeling a strange unease."

Ignoring the currently despairing Liliana, Perseus had a troubled expression

"I should have just defeated this young godslayer, but I do not feel the sense of elation that comes after victory. Did I make a mistake somewhere - such a detestable premonition, why is that?"

Walking towards the body of Kusanagi Godou, he spoke in a low voice.

Does he plan to desecrate his body? Could a hero be capable of such a hideous act - perhaps he would really do it. In those ancient times, warriors had sometimes beheaded their fallen enemies, which had happened surprisingly often.

At the very least, she had to protect the body of the [King].

Her mind made up, Liliana picked up Il Maestro, but Perseus ignored her, continuing on his path towards Godou.

Before either of them knew what was happening a third party intervened, a brown-haired youth that neither Liliana nor the [Heretic God] had noticed and was dressed like someone who had broken out of a hospital stepped up to Perseus and in a rather bored voice asked.

"Hey, I don't care which class you are, isn't it a little cold to strike down a competitor who hasn't got his servant with him? Or are you rebelling against your master?" The youth asked, catching both of them off-guard with his nonchalance, nay, his outright relaxed attitude in the presence of the [Heretic God].

"Boy, for your insolence I should cut you down, but your bravery for speaking to the great Perseus in such a manner is commendable." The [Heretic God] replied, and Liliana was surprised at how easily Perseus was swept up into the youth's pace, enough so that she almost missed the shadowy figure rushing towards their location.

"Perseus?" The boy echoed incredulously, looking appraisingly at the [Heretic God]. "… Nope, I'm not sure who you are but you definitely don't look anything like Perseus is described." The youth retorts, inhaling as he readies a rant, "Perseus wielded a sickle-bladed sword, which I personally believe originated in Egypt or was a Asian blade obtained through imports, you're holding a bow, Perseus had a polished shield that he used to fight against Medusa, who deserved much better than she got, you aren't packing a defensive arm of any sort," The youth explains, jabbing the [Heretic God] in the chest suddenly as he says its name.

"And the biggest, most glaring reason I say you aren't Perseus?" The youth begins, inhaling as Liliana felt like she heard glass cracking somewhere, "YOU'RE RIDING MOTHERFUCKING PEGASUS!" The youth explodes, pointing vigorously at the horse in question. "PERSEUS NEVER RODE PEGASUS, HELL I'M PRETTY SURE THAT PEGASUS DIDN'T EVEN SPRING FROM MEDUSA'S NECK UNTIL HE LEFT THE ISLAND!" The youth finishes, panting as the [Heretic God] attempts to try and formulate a rebuttal, only for his back to explode in a shower of blood as the figure of a young girl appeared from the darkness, in her hands a huge sickle, with a blade of pure black. This was Athena, her form swathed in darkness, and the sickle in her hands had cleaved into the hero's back.

Perseus' response was also perfect.

Although it was an attack from the back, he had executed a forward roll reflexively, preventing a fatal wound.

However, it was still a severe wound, his blood flowing freely as he jumped back. His beautiful visage had turned into a grimace of pain.

"Athena you wretch! How could you launch an attack on a man when his back is turned!" The [Heretic God] ranted.

"Wretch, me? Perseus you seem rather troubled." The young middle-school goddess replied with a rather malicious giggle, ignoring the presence of Liliana and the youth entirely.

Quite suddenly the [Heretic Goddess] turned serious however and she pointed at Kusanagi Godou's body imperiously.

"And furthermore, I have already stated that that person is my prey!" Athena reminded the [Heretic God], glaring at him harshly.

"Hmph, fine Athena, you may have your Campione for now, I will merely challenge him later," Perseus began, suddenly grabbing the brown-haired youth by the back of his clothing, "In the meantime I am going to educate this strange boy on the glory of my legend!" The [Heretic God] declared as he threw the youth over his shoulder and with a laugh took off on Pegasus, looking for the entire world like some sort of divine kidnapper.(1)

"…" Liliana was shocked to the point she could not speak.

"…Well then, I leave Kusanagi Godou in your care, girl. He should be awakening soon. Ah, and also, make sure to duly prepare him for Perseus... I will be the only one to defeat him, should he perish in battle before then, I will definitely never forgive him!" Athena declared as though she had just wiped the last few moments from her memory.

Leaving those words behind, Athena departed.

The ordeal of Liliana Kranjcar and Kusanagi Godou, who was lying on the ground as though he were truly dead, was nowhere close to being over.


Meanwhile with Salatore Doni: Between the Italian Peninsula, shaped like a long boot, and the island of Sardinia in the west was a vast area of ocean. This area could be considered as part of the Tyrrhenian Sea.

One of the types of vessels that frequented these waters was, for example, ferries. These ferries went to places like Genoa, Palermo, Naples and Cagliari in circumnavigation. There are also many yachts used for cruising.

Because the natural resources of the sea were abundant, naturally there will be fishing boats.

In the early dawn, before sunrise, the catch obtained from the fishing nets that were cast in the sea would be filled with many varieties of fishes. However, in the midst of a school of unmatured Pacific Bluefin tuna, there was one lone human caught there.

... Having drifted for god knows how long in the Tyrrhenian Sea, being swept here all the way from Naples, but was still energetic and in high spirits, if you would like to describe that life form as still being human, that would be perfectly fine.

Untangling himself from the fishing net full of Pacific Bluefin tuna, he climbed up onto the boat.

Making himself at home without any permission, he sat down on the fishing boat, and said to the dumbfounded fishermen,

"Fuu - I almost thought I was done for this time. Ah, would you mind giving me the direction to the nearest land from here? It's fine, I'm really good at swimming. Eh - you'll lend me a boat? Sorry for troubling you - I see I see, which region is this ocean in again? Sardinia? That's just great. Seems like things are going to get more interesting!"


1: don't ask where this one came from, something that demanded funny took over my hands and started typing...

This idea mainly sprouted from reading Campione! and Fate/Stay Night cross-overs until the question "If Archer was here, would he be a [Heretic God]?" took over and created a bitch of a plot bunny inside my brain.