Of course I own nothing, as if I was that lucky.
Shirou Emiya had dreamed of becoming a hero for as long as he could remember. His adoptive father Kiritsugu a man from an minor magus family had shared the same dream, having fought for years in his own pursuit of the dream he had warned his son that becoming a true hero was impossible. Of course being only a child when his father told him that and died shortly thereafter Shirou didn't listen. As such the red haired boy spent the following years learning all there was about the great heroes of old and doing everything within his power to follow the examples set by them.
Heros were meant to be strong, stronger than anyone else, do Shirou set exercies routines for himself that put even special forces and Olympic athletes to shame.
Heroes were meant to be knowledgeable, so he studied everything that he could, to the point where he could hold doctorates in a half dozen subjects ranging from biology and botany to metallurgy and history.
Heroes were wise, tactical, charming, charismatic, and bore upstanding morals, so Shirou solved puzzles of all forms, partook in war games both on boards, paper, and physical, and read countless books on ethics, morality, philosophy, and social interaction.
Heroes were skilled in combat both armed and not, so he learned boxing, kickboxing, judo, several variations of Kung fu and karate, archery, in which he was incredibly and naturally skilled in both Asian and European variants, having never missed a shot since learning the arts, he learned how to wield bow staffs and spears and of course the most common armament of a hero he learned to use swords. European, Asian, African, middle eastern, short, long, orthodox and not, he trained and mastered them all at astonishing speeds that made his skill with a bow seem plain.
Of course the weapons of the heroes of old were far from common in this era, at least in the condition and variation that he required, so instead of having someone who did not understand his dream and requirement for blades he forged his own by constructing an old style forge in his backyard near the supply shed where he practiced the next part of heroics he practiced: magic.
Many of the heroes of old that Shirou had read about and studied used magic in some form, from there weapons and armor to using spells themselves. So using the limited magic he was able to learn from his father before his death- that being limited to the spells of Structural analysis, which allowed the user to learn the makeup of an object both mystic and mundane and at a high enough level even parts of its history, Reinforcement which allowed him to increase the characteristics of the target, Alteration which was used to give an object a quality it did not originally possess, and Projection which allowed one to make 'empty' objects made of prana for short term low stress use- to create his weapons and accelerate his training. He used Reinforcement to increase the the nutrients in the food he cooked and ate, along with his body's ability to absorb said nutrients, while also using the spell to increase the stats of the weapons he forged making them stronger and sharper than any forged by normal means, he also made sure that he could use this spell on his own body to increase his already practically superhuman physical abilities to new heights though he only mostly reinforced his brain to process information much faster and better retain said information drastically increasing his learning speed and by even his reflexes if he increased his brain's ability to send signals throughout his body. He used Alteration on his muscles, bones, ligaments, and tendons to make them far stronger, denser, and more elastic than the normal human while he used it on his weapons to give them mystical properties such as being hot as a forge fire or as cold as liquid nitrogen. He used Structural analysis to learn how to forge by analyzing old tools of the trade and to find the best materials to use in his crafting along with the makeup of his own body so that he could better Reinforce and Alter it, which lead to the discovery that he had more than the one magical circuit he thought he was limited to, in fact having 27 low level circuits to start with… though he didn't like that so he Reinforced his circuits to be able to eventually produce a solid 100 units of prana instead of their initial 10 units, with the limit still climbing. Finally that left Projection, he couldn't use it to forge his weapons, they would just end up disappearing, besides the quality it would produce was far to low and he didn't know alchemy so that was out too, but seeing as he had such a limited supply of spells in his arsenal he couldn't afford to abandon the spell like most magus would have and did across the world. In the end the only way Shirou could come up with to make the spell worth while was to combine it with with his other spells to create the technique he called 'Tracing'. He used Analysis to learn all their was to learn about an object- typically his blades as they were essayist to him for some reason- giving him a stencil to use,then he used Projection to create a shell of the object to have the basic outline, next he used Reinforcement to 'color it in' and give the object substance and the power, finally he used Alteration to 'clean the picture up' to minimize the effects that Gaia typically produced that deteriorated magecraft. The end result was an object that not only was identical to the original but had roughly 80 to 90% of its template's capabilities, though that percentage did drop a bit if Shirou didn't have time to properly Analyze the object, which tended to take longer if it wasn't a bladed weapon or if it was magical.
This left only two aspects of heroship, though they were less a requirement and more something heros seemed to pick up along the way. The first was the most debatable it being cooking. While it was never stated that a hero was a master chief, it was often said that the meals they prepared in the wilderness were delicious to all who tasted them, so Shirou learned to cook, which really helped him keep to his strict diet and deal with his legal guardian Taiga Fujimura. The second was less debatable but more controversial, it being having a vice to indulge in when not actively being a hero. The way Shirou saw it the having of a vice had less to do with killing time and more to do with being an anchor to ensure a hero didn't go crazy from his duities, a belief that was reinforced when one considers that the most common vices were drinking in taverns or sleeping with any pretty girl (or guy in some cases) that caught the hero's eyes. Now Shirou debated going with the drinking vice, but seeing as he was not only under age but it would also leave him incapacitated whenever he indulged in it he decided to go with the cove of Lust instead. A vice that he had just taken part in actually.
Buttering up his school uniform Shirou cast a quick glance at the semi conscious girl who was twitching on the ground of the Achery club's supply closet. Her name was Ayako Mitsuzuri, the club's captain and an old friend of Shirou that he had known since elementary school. She was a brown haired girl with hazel eyes and an average bust and a pretty face. The two of them had been having these little rendezvous fairly regularly since they had reached the age of consent and had even dated for a short time after they had taken each other's virginities though they had decided to remain friends with benefits after they concluded that they didn't quite work as a couple. Not that Shirou minded of course, while he did see Ayako as a good friend he knew she wasn't fit for the lifestyle he had dedicated himself too. Plus it left him free to indulge in his vice with other women, something he had found he greatly enjoyed and was quite skilled at. In fact it turned out that the constant Reinforcement he had performed on his body and food over the years and through puberty had quite the pleasant side effect, namely a penis twice the size of the average male and the sperm production of five men. Again, not complaining.
Walking out of the supply closet Shirou was stopped by an exasperated voice, "Really Emiya, again?"
Turning to face the speaker Shirou bashfully rubbed the back of his head, "Haha, sorry Issei, you know me, sometimes I can't really control myself." He told his friend Issei Ryuudou, the student council president and one of the few who knew of Shirou's escapades outside of the ones he partook in them with.
Issei sighed, "Look Emiya I don't really… disprove of your activities per say, lord knows how you would turn out if you didn't partake in some form of act for pleasure, but considering your choice of activity could you at least not do so on school grounds?" He asked the red haired teen.
Again the magus chuckled, "I would Issei but Ayako doesn't have a lot of free time with the tournament coming up, so I thought this would help her relax. Plus I was already here to fix the lights, so it wasn't like I went out of my way to have sex with her."
The bespeckled boy quirked an eyebrow, "Mitsuzuri's in there? Huh, well at least it wasn't the Witch."
Here Shirou couldn't help but sweat drop, the 'Witch' as Issei called her was Rin Tosaka, a very pretty pigtailed girl who was the school's idol, and unknown to any but Shirou and perhaps Sakura Matou she was a magus. If Issei knew how close he was when he called Rin a witch… not that he would likely ever find out, magus were a very secretive group, both by nature and law so unless one was part of a mage association like the Clock Tower it was next to impossible to know for sure if someone was a magus. That is unless you were like Shirou and could literally smell magic in the air and in others, so while Shirouu knew of the two other magus in his school they did not know he was one as well.
"Why do I get the feeling you would care less if I had an orgy with our whole class in the middle of an assembly than if I had sex with Rin in my bedroom?" He asked his friend.
"Because I most likely would." Issei told him, "That girl is the Devil Emiya, don't forget that."
Cue another sweat drop from the redhead, "okay Issei, I won't forget."
An hour later found Shirou working at his forge, hammering away at his newest creation: a mana sword. Unlike his other swords that were created for combat the blade he was making didn't have an ability that allowed to to deal greater amounts of damage or bypass defenses, instead his current project allowed him to deal more damage. The idea he had was for him to create a sword, in this case a European short sword barely longer than a dagger, that would store and even gather mana for him to use when he was low. The way it worked was for him to make small pockets in the metal with small trails connecting them place a small jewel capable of holding a fair amount of mana made from Alteration and inscribed with a magic circle typically used to siphon mana from lay lines inside each pocket and then cover the pockets with another thin layer of metal while being sure not to disrupt the metal paths connecting the jewels. After that he would use Alteration to put small 'pores' in the metal near each gem to allow access to the air and surrounding mana. Finally he would attach the blade to a hilt with another, larger mana attuned gem as the crossguard to function as the primary battery where Shirou could most easily inject and extract mana from. It wasn't perfect, jewelcraft was far from Shirou's speciality, as were magic circles, so instead of a potentially limitless storage capacity and a fluctuating self filling function that would at its peak store 100 some odd units of prana an hour the end product would be capable of holding roughly 10,000 units of prana at any given time and would only refill itself with ambient mana at a rate of about 10 units every hour or so. Again not perfect, but as it stands it could hold four times his current reserves of magic at full charge, something that could easily save his life one day.
Holding up the results of the past month of his labor, Shirou was pleased with the outcome. For the first functional model of its kind it wasn't half bad, maybe in a few months or so he'd try again now that he knew how to properly create a working matrix. With one last nod the golden eyes magus walked into his shed/ magic workshop, poured a good two hundred units of prana into the blade to start it off and set it on one of the many shelves in his work-space for the time being until he made a hook or found some space on his sword racks for the storage device.
For now though, it was time to make dinner.
After this chapter there is will be smut, the only reason I cut out Shirou going at it with _ is so that I can put this as a T story first so people will see it when they click the Fate/Stay night category. Exposer you know? When I post the next chapter the rating goes up with it.
First girl: Taiga- her shtick has already been decided as has Sakura's, but if anyone has requests for other girls and their kinks, put it in a review, I just might use them.