On the hill of swords.He is forever bounded.
Gigantic gears rotated high in the sky.
He was alone, creating countless blades.
He, the Counter-Guardian Version of Emiya Shirou.
To be called upon by Alaya.
Killing the very people he wish to save.
Thus, finally noticing his naive dream.
Was nothing but hypocrisy.
He had in turn called to the past.
To finally end this cycle of madness.
By killing another himself, before of what he became.
But despite wishing so, he stopped.
The very minute to his final hope, yet in the end.
His very body of swords paused mid-fight.
And let his younger-self stab him and proclaim victory.
For this, it was enough that 'he' would not become like his fate.
After the made promise, he returned to his world of swords.
This time he was not alone.
His instincts cry before the figure, to oddly which look like the younger side of him.
The holy shroud of Martin was part of his armor, though before him was the younger self holding the alternated version of it.
'His' holy shroud of Martin or say blanket was decorated with the art of flowers.
The younger self smiled at him, before taking out a Japanese blade out of nowhere.
He had used Tracing, it was unexpected.
The other person screamed,"Archer! For you have been betrayed of your ideals. Then become of what you are."
The hill of swords turned into the land of grass, trees, rivers and hills.
The sky of gears cleared into a morning's sky.
The red-haired person continued," I shall grant the wish of my vessel. I, Sengo Muramasa, shall sever your fate, destiny, karma and pain."
The world then burned, he could not understand what was happening.
The only thing he did was to let known and unknown blades aim at the other person.
He seen the movements of the lips from the proclaimed swords smith.
And the dangers was still there.
*Clang!*
He then heard the sound coming from the blade, he knew only gods could wield it let alone use its power.
Though it was questionable if it was counted as a Divine Construct.
Out of habit, he Traced Konshou and Bakuya.
Readying himself of what would happen, he knew it was unknown.
Because when he used Structural Grasp, he didn't found the history of the blade.
As if it was newly forged.
The other person took out the blade as he said,"Thus all is but for this single strike!"
The world trembled as he shouted its true name,"Take this! This is my
-Tsumugari Muramasa!!!"
So then swung the blade and destroyed the world and inside of it.
Only then he knew that he was free from this prison of being a Counter Guardian.
-.O.0.o.0.O.-
Hey hey, Harmony here!
Just wanted to this!
But I propose someone to take this challenge, a once and for all freed Archer aka. Nameless, story.
Oh! I have to update that I would take longer to update but don't worry sonny it wouldn't take a month.
Signing and out!