Chapter 1

Kill the Darkness

Disclaimer: I don't own Fate/Stay Night and Akame ga Kiru.

Summary: He could only blame Fate for this. For someone like himself that wanted to save everyone being sent to a place that needed saving, it's just too much to be anything but.

Shirou liked to believe that he was a rational person.

After all, when you experienced getting stabbed through the heart with a demonic spear and then somehow coming back to life moments later without turning slightly insane then surely he could handle practically anything that the world throws at him. Then that thought was shattered by the fact that the world decided to throw the Holy Grail War in as if his challenge somehow offended it.

Truly, the world must hate him so.

Nonetheless, after the whole fiasco of facing beings of vast power with a female version of King Arthur and the future version of him, that was when he finally decided with utmost confident that nothing in this planet can finally get to him.

Well, his claim hasn't been proven wrong yet. After all, he's not exactly in his own world now so technically if he started panicking, he could get away with it with the same excuse that he just made up in his head. And that was what he exactly did for a few hours straight, completely unfocused as the thought of being sent to another world being the only damn thing on his head. Hours of intently staring at the surroundings that enveloped him and currently contemplating what the hell he is going to do now seemed to be the logical conclusion after all...

Oh damn it, how did he get here again?

Shirou shook his head before finally observing the lush forest that occupied his current location. Sunlight was still shining down upon him. Good. That should at least give him enough time to search for a settlement if there is any. None would really know when being sent to a different dimension but he will make do with what he has. The forest looks like any other normal forest that comes from his home world so that should at least hint that there are some similarities.

He made to move his legs to continue his observations, taking in all the details that this new dimension would offer but as he started rummaging through some of the denser clusters of trees, his eyes spotted something dash its way through one of the larger bushes and if his eyes didn't deceive him, he could've swore that the thing that just moved looked strangely like a dinosaur.

Slowly, he reinforced his eyes to spot the unknown beast while slowly shifting his hands as if holding an invisible pair of swords. This isn't something that he should take lightly of. This is foreign territory and being stuck in said foreign territory is likely one of the most dangerous scenarios that could ever happen in your life and this isn't just any kind. This is a new dimension, a place where even the smallest of creatures could potentially decimate anything in its path with nothing but pure, immense power.

True, his mind might be picking the worst out of all possibilities but it's better than choosing to charge recklessly. He learned that lesson the hard way and he promised himself to avoid said way if possible. He shuddered as he remembered a few particular instances in his mind.

That shudder was also the movement that started the battle.

It was quick, agile, and surprisingly powerful as the beast launched itself from a bush and towards him with all the fury of a raging beast. Its arms equipped with sharp claws and its mouth armed with the deadliest set of teeth that he's ever seen. Instantly, Shirou started forming his own set of weapons to help counteract the sudden hostility. A quick flash and then the loud clanging of metal could be heard as swords met claws.

On both of his hands were blades of the highest quality. One, a shining white and the other, an ominous black.

The married twin swords, Kanshou and Bakuya.

With a quick parry, Shirou started looking at the newly revealed foe. And he was honestly a bit befuddled at the sudden appearance of a dinosaur. With skin as gray as cobblestone, a size that could tower even the tallest human, and a head that reminded him of a T-Rex, stood a reptile that should be extinct. Well, should be but then again this could be an alternate reality where dinosaurs didn't die off and still ruled as the apex predators. He actually wouldn't be surprised if that was the case.

The dinosaur roared in fury as it slashed and snapped at him as best as its large frame can. While the beast is truly ferocious, it still can't stand toe to toe with the many things in his world. With a quick clang, he blocked a particular attack that would have gutted him like a fish before charging straight at the dinosaur with impressive speed.

Primal blows met disciplined strikes as both of their attacks rang in the sky. A flurry of serrated teeth moved towards him but was easily dodged by slightly tilting his body away from the bite before the paired swords reacted with its own force. Shirou grinned as the sound of a pained roar was heard as Kanshou and Bakuya sank deep into the dinosaur's skin. The twin swords are truly proving why they are Anti-Monster Noble Phantasms.

Then with a few quick slices, ripped flesh was echoed throughout the forest as the pained howl continued before ending its misery with a chop in the head.

All of this happened in thirty seconds.

With a quick thought, he willed his pair of blades to disintegrate before eyeing the dead beast before him. So there is definitely some sentient life here. To Shirou, he doesn't know if that is a good or bad thing. On one hand, it means that there is a chance of some intellectual beings here, but on the other, the appearance of new threats to take care of isn't something he could shrug off.

Especially when said threats are some kind of new species of dinosaurs.

Shirou needed to move. The scent of blood and the loud screams of battle could've caught the attention of other predators and he honestly doesn't want to take care of those so soon. So with reinforced legs, he dashed through the dense plant life and towards his next destination.

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It has taken a few hours of surveying, clearing, and slaughtering countless hostile beasts before he has reached some evidence of intellectual life. He was honestly glad that he was so close to some kind of familiar creation that when he slumped down to rest from the monsters that lurked in the forest, he shamelessly kissed the ground.

A road.

And when there's a road, there must be civilization and a civilization must mean food, shelter, and water. Those are things that has been constantly on his mind when he traveled. Sure, he could have found sources of meat through all of his kills but he stopped that trail of thought immediately. The new amount of monsters that he has seen so far were so exotic that he was a bit put off at the thought of eating them. He didn't know if the meat could be poisonous to humans and he really didn't want to test his theory.

It pays to be cautious after all, especially when the possibility that the laws of nature might not follow in this dimension. Until he could see something else devour it without a hint of discomfort then he would endure for now.

With a shake of his head, he followed the dirt trail with speed, large clouds of dust being left behind him. With the wind blowing with his mad dash, he started contemplating his current predicament. It is true that the most important objective at the moment is to find some form of settlement but what happens after that? For someone like Shirou, who's ideals practically deemed that he would never have a normal life, what could he possibly do? He could try and attempt to live and survive as long as possible until he could find a way to go home, but that guarantees that he might have to interact with the locals here and if there is anything that could cause trouble, it is that.

Shirou could see it in his mind already. 'Hello, my name is Emiya Shirou and I'm from an alternate universe. Do you think you can help me get back to my home world?'

Yes, that would definitely get attention and assuming that magic might be unknown to the main populace here just like in his world then he'll need to find other magi and if they're anything like the ones from my world, then he's just asking to be dissected.

Of course, that's only if the magi in this world are similar to his and if there is any at all. For all he knows, everyone here might already be aware of their existence or there might be no magic users at all. If the former it could be easier for him to find help but if the latter, then this entire predicament will be more difficult then he first thought.

These are all assumptions though, so even if he might think of all the possibilities and how to deal with them, he just needs more information. So with a final nod, he concluded that it might be safe to just live as normal as possible and gain information while doing it.

His train of thought was stopped though when he discovered a rotting corpse at the side of the road. It's a lot bigger than most of the things he's seen in this world so far and oddly looked like some kind of reptilian mole but that wasn't what caught his attention. The Emiya heir, instead, was closely inspecting the injuries of the beast.

He closed his eyes as he finally diagnosed the cause of its death.

Sword wounds. That's the only possible conclusion to one who is a sword himself. No one can protest him for an expert swordsman always knows when someone was dealt with a blade and that monster was definitely inflicted with said blade.

He took a deep breath as he gathered the new information. Well, at least there's some kind here that can use bladed weapons. Definitely something that he's looking forward to actually and even his Unlimited Blade Works shook with anticipation. Not only were there swordsmen in this land which to test his own skills with but also just the thought of a new arsenal of weapons just waiting to be recorded.

This is a new world after all and recording otherworldly weapons for him to use was making him shake with anticipation. It always irked him slightly that all of the weapons in his Reality Marble are also in Archer's arsenal and it made him feel a bit uneasy that if he constantly takes weapons similar to the man that it means that he's following in Archer's footsteps and he truthfully didn't want to become his older counterpart.

So take that Archer, weapons that not even that bastard can claim.

He shook his head before more blissful thoughts of new weapons appeared. It might be illogical to think that way but he doesn't care. He needed something to prove that he won't follow Archer's path and without his friends to keep him in line, it might be a dire possibility. He needed to focus now and if he closely inspected the fallen creature, he could tell that its death was recent. If he started moving now then it might give him a chance to reach a town or some non-hostile life at least.

With a firm nod, he dashed forward once again.

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Tatsumi thought that his luck couldn't get any better.

With no money left with him after an incident with a woman with the largest buxom that he has a ever seen in his life, he was forced to sleep on the streets with nothing but his clothes on his back and the sword strapped on his person. His new realization that not everybody here genuinely wants to help him was imprinted in his mind with bonds of steel.

Said steel was utterly shattered a few hours later when a girl around his age apparently took pity on the boy and decided to invite him into her own house. At first, he was skeptical. With all the events that recently occurred today, some would say that it is completely in his own right to. However, with the encouragement of some of her guards and the girl herself, who wore a beautiful smile that temporarily rendered him speechless, he finally accepted and he definitely didn't regret this decision.

With a smile growing on his face, he stared at the petite girl in front of him. She was a beauty, one obviously of noble blood judging from both the carriage and guards around her. What did she call herself again? Ariel? No, Aria, yes that's it. He looked at her brightly and she seemed to notice his gaze before looking at him with her own fond stare.

She's a really nice girl, he decided. So innocent and cheerful, he can't help but grow some form of liking to her.

"Ah," she spoke, breaking the silence with her melodic voice. Her head turned towards something outside of her carriage and he chose to follow her gaze. His mouth dropped at the breathtaking sight before him. "It seems were here."

He can only nod dumbly as he got off the carriage and followed the young noble towards the large house, if it's even called that. More like a mansion in Tatsumi's opinion and it just befuddled him from the size. For a country boy this is just too much to handle in his mind.

However, while his mind might not be able to comprehend the glorious show of wealth that the place radiated, his body continued to follow the girl inside. His mind, who started recovering somehow shattered all progress when looking at the interior designs. 'Truly,' he wondered, 'I must be the luckiest man alive.'

"Do you like it?" Aria asked, her head tilting cutely, "I hope this is enough to make you comfortable."

Damn straight it is.

Sadly, whatever he intended to say didn't come out of his mouth.

"A-ah, err... y-yeah. This is more than enough." he stuttered with gratitude. This surpassed all of his expectations. While he did prepare himself to see some kind of spectacular haven from the nice girl, he really didn't expect it to be this grand, but serves him right for thinking such a thing. He's new to the city and some of the buildings are so foreign to him that he can't help but be overwhelmed. He could imagine that even the guest bedrooms will be of high quality and that was definitely something he's looking forward to.

He felt a tug in his sleeves before he saw the blonde noble point forward. She gave him a friendly smile which warmed his cheeks slightly. He was a man after all and he was in the presence of a beautiful girl. When he felt her still tugging his clothing, he gave a questioning stare which she noticed. She giggled slightly, answering, "I think it would be impolite to allow a stranger into my home before introducing him to my parents, yes?"

He blushed slightly at the implication, but that only seemed to further amuse the girl before she moved forward, Tatsumi following her trail. Aria was humming cheerfully as she led him while making her body swing jovially with child-like innocence. It looked adorable in his opinion. Meanwhile, Tatsumi was currently inspecting the mansion. Their paintings, sculptures, and furniture were works of art in the country boy's eyes.

If this is the wealth you gain in the Capital then he made the right choice of moving here. Just imagining all the villagers cheer as he brought chests of gold only made him eager to start soo-

"Oh and who's this?" a masculine voice bellowed with a fatherly tone. It was enough to slightly startle Tatsumi before focusing his gaze on who appeared to be the parents. He eyed both, not surprising to see a beautiful woman and a well tailored man. Well at least he can figure out where her looks came from as he repeatedly stared at both the girl and her mother.

"Father," Aria greeted. She waved her hand towards me, "This is Tatsumi."

"Hm?" the father hummed before watching with mirth in his eyes. It was like he found the whole scenario amusing and decided to join in on the fun. "Bringing a boy home at this hour, Aria? Now I know you're a growing girl..."

"Father!" she pouted, "This isn't what it looks like! He was all alone in the streets and I could do nothing but help." she protested, not noticing the deep blush in Tatsumi's cheeks as they argued about the purpose of his presence here. Honestly, it's like they are trying to purposefully embarrass him. Tatsumi heard a deep sigh as the father looked at him again.

"So you picked up another one then, eh?" the father chuckled. Another one? So it seems that Aria helped other unfortunate souls here before. That brought a grin on his face. Good samaritans these people are then unlike some of the others that he discovered in the capital. The thought of such a wealthy family dutifully helping the lower class brought a surge of warmth in his heart. Aria definitely got a few points in his book.

And that started the conversations rolling as the group enjoyed a cup of tea while learning about the new visitor. Tatsumi talked pleasantly with them and when they started speaking about why a man like himself went to the Capital, he started weaving his tale. The stories of his village in poverty and the adventuring of his group of friends to help save his hometown.

He smiled lightly when Aria gave a nod of understanding of his plight. "So you were going to join the military then?" she asked and the country boy nodded his head. That was his plan at least but that shattered when he was thrown out of the recruiting station. He just doesn't understand them, he obviously had skills. Skills that should immediately put him as one of the commanding officers, but the people there seemed to disagree.

Illogical, those idiots are. Don't they understand that they should be lucky that someone like him decided to join?

Well, whatever the case, he just needed to move on. He gave a brief smile before looking away in embarrassment. "Well, I did ask to join but that didn't worked out like I exactly planned. A lot of people seemed to be joining the military and their ranks are filling up rather quickly. I'm afraid I didn't make it in time." he responded with the appropriate excuse. Hopefully they won't think of him as a fool.

To his surprise though, the father only grinned. "Such a shame but I think I can pull a few strings for you." he spoke, surprising the country boy. He continued hastily as if realizing what he just said, "That is...if you want to, of course."

"Really?" Tatsumi asked. Now he knows that they are nice but to the point of helping a stranger get a job was really raising their standards in Tatsumi's eyes. He's even offering all of this for free which is easily making Tatsumi a little bit guilty for taking advantage of their hospitality. "You really don't have to, you know. I am sure I can still make money in the capital without help."

The father waved it off, "Nonsense. I can easily see the potential in you boy and trust me, this will be an investment well spent. I've got a good eye for things that will benefit my family in the future and I could easily see being friends with the future general of the army help both of us." he countered smoothly. "And I'm even offering to help look for your friends as well if you need."

Now, Tatsumi is pretty sure that they must be angels from God himself sent to aid him because of all of things that they are offering in the table. He smiled gratefully at them. To be a general of the army was a grand goal and it seems he already has his first supporters and not only that but they're even willing to aid in his search for his friends. "Thank you..." he started off before shaking the man's hand firmly. "I promise you won't regret this."

He was quickly led off to his room after a few quick exchanges and Tatsumi can honestly say he is content with how his life in the Capital is heading.

Such a shame that he didn't see the eerie smile that the father wore when he left their presence.

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Shirou's first impression of the Capital when he arrived the next day was that it was rotting.

He could practically smell it in the air, the way the people walked, and the leering faces of the guards. Honestly, only a naive idiot could see this city in a different light. It surrounded his body as if trying to taint his very soul. This disgusted him to the point where he was tempted to march straight to the source and spam his blades like no tomorrow.

However, no information means he has no idea where to release his anger at. So he gained information. With his reinforced ears it would be a walk in the park to move towards the most talkative groups and leave without showing any hints of suspicion. This was the reason why Shirou could actually be part of the Assassin class. For the amount of loathe he has for his counterpart, he still grudgingly respects his strength and even learn some of the Archer's skills.

The information however, was surprising. The corruption of an entire Empire and all of it stemmed in this very city. The root of all of this evil and sadness is so close and it's because of some devil named Prime Minister Honest.

For such an evil guy, Shirou couldn't help but snort at the name. Honest? Yeah, right.

It's like Fate decided to send me here. He wouldn't be surprised. Such a coincidence that a man that wanted to save everyone was sent to a world where it actually needed saving from all of the taint that's been placed upon it. For Shirou, he won't be able to leave until the corruption is cleaned off the map. However, this lead to many complications for his plan.

To someone as distorted as Shirou, he just can't leave like some other person would. No, while someone else might selfishly try to leave as soon as possible to get away from all of this, Shirou would stay until he saved everyone.

That's just how Shirou rolls and Shirou rolls where he's needed.

Still, he's at least glad that the world he was sent in had humans. He shuddered at the thought of any other species that he would have to interact with in order to get out of here. Though, there seemed to be a lack of any magic users which could be bad news, but he'd make do with what he has which is the apparent knowledge of this world having both sword and gun wielders.

This place has some technology to even invent guns in the first place but he's still surprised to note that most of the land looks like it's still in the medieval stages. Shirou has never seen such a large combination of guns and swords but welcomed it anyways. It's always good to have a challenge to help keep the body in shape.

Shirou hummed to himself as he inspected his current location. He can see several villagers slowly bustling about, most of them with emotionless eyes as they tried to make it through the day. He felt a slight surge of anger at such scene. Even some of the children here looked hopeless and it irked him. He would do anything to help them but at the moment, he has no food to lend and no money to give.

If he wanted to do something about the populace, he's going to need to make money.

He began to formulate a plan before nodding when he reached a conclusion.

He's going to help these people...

And he's going to use every skill he has to do so...

He tried to ignore the struggling men as they tried to carry the largest pile of presents he's ever laid his eyes on for some blonde noble.

He also tried to ignore the brown haired man that decided to aid his fellow men in lifting such object.

He can only give them his pity at their predicament. He's been there and the experience is something that makes him quake in his boots. It seems that such things like the feminine wrath of shopping is universal after all.

He made to start moving but the sight of a few posters stopped his tracks. 'What's this?' he thought to himself as he gazed intently at the wanted poster. Fugitives? He started looking at the faces before reading the words. It was weird really, he actually feared that he wouldn't be capable of understanding or reading any form of language in this world, but the knowledge somehow popped into his head when he attempted to eavesdrop.

It was a strange experience. Like the mind was suddenly being flooded with information all at once. It was a bit suspicious because while he can't really say anything for speaking the language since it could honestly be Japanese, he's pretty sure that the words are completely different. He pondered it for a second.

Now Shirou is not the most brilliant magus but if he's receiving such knowledge then he must have been sent here purposefully and there's only one man he knew that can actually do something like this.

Zelretch.

Only Zelretch could instantly give him the ability to understand a language while sending him to an alternate universe for some purpose or another. You can't really tell with the user of True Magic. He might want him to actually help the people here since Shirou fits the bill pretty well or it could just be for some kind of amusing prank.

Shirou shook his trail of thoughts before thinking more on the subject. He began reading and raised an eyebrow at the information. Assassins? From a group named Night Raid. Shirou frowned. He really can't judge them at the moment since some of the words look pretty biased but they seem to be against the Capital. Well, that's fine but if they're hurting the innocent well they need to be taken down as well.

The Emiya heir sighed once before looking away. This is the thing with limited information, all you can make are assumptions and assuming wrong could be very fatal. So he decided that if he ever needed to know more about this Night Raid then well, a few more hours of eavesdropping wouldn't hurt.

But other than that...

He's going to need to find a place to stay and fast. Resting outside of the city in the forest was only a last resort last time and he really didn't want to do it again unless needed.

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Sleep usually comes easy for Tatsumi and with the comfortable beds they offer, it should be even easier to fall into slumber.

Not tonight, however as the unique feeling in the air flooded through his room like water in a dam. He's sensed it before from all the danger beasts that lurk in his hometown. It was so thick that if he tried he could have tasted it with his mouth. So foul and wretched that some might feel foreign to the new atmosphere, but not Tatsumi.

He quickly jumped out of his bed, taking his sword in haste.

"Blood lust," he murmured to himself. It was the only logical conclusion and assuming that that there are assassins that go after the rich, it wouldn't be surprising to target this family. Tatsumi gritted his teeth at the idea. No, he's not going to let that happen. Not after all the hospitality that they've shown him. He's going to defend them to best of his ability and beyond if needed.

He'll think of this as a way to repay his debt.

So with the idea confirmed in his mind, he dashed through the halls in search of the guards. Hopefully he could join up with them to take care of whatever problem is in store. He didn't even notice the growing source of blood lust before a window flashed through his eyes. His determined silence turned into a surprised grunt at the group before. "Night Raid?"

Of course, the guard himself said that these guys hunt the rich and influential. It just had to be a coincidence that they decided to go hunt for the same group that he's currently in. Something caught his attention before turning his head to see gunshots being fired from some of the guards. Good. At least they're doing their job.

That was Tatsumi's thoughts for five seconds.

Until all of said guards were instantly obliterated with a rain of their own gunshots. He grimaced as the pink haired girl killed them with relative ease. Damn, how is he supposed to beat these guys? Grief and hopelessness invaded his body at the sight. How could it not, the skills of the assassins looked flawless. It wasn't hard to think of them as experts.

Doubts started sprouting in his mind. What if he failed them? What if he failed Aria? Just like how he failed to find Sayo and Ie-

No!

No more of those thoughts! Now isn't the time to mourn, now's the time for action! He's going to be a general for the Empire and what better way to show off but bringing the bodies of Night Raid members? He'll show those fools and prove that his skills with the sword are one that they should respect. With new determination surging through his body, he ran to go look for Aria.

He's not going to let those bastards harm an innocent hair in her body.

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Could Shirou's luck get any worse?

Wait, don't answer that for that will only lead to further insanity.

It started well enough, looking for the safest place to sleep without potentially getting mugged. Yes, he can handle himself if such an event would occur, but he would rather slumber peacefully. However, he underestimated the corruption in this place. Every corner always has some kind of eyes watching them and even if they don't, the hostility in the surroundings is enough for him to be on edge.

He's wrong. While killing the Prime Minister might significantly decrease the darkness here, it won't permanently remove it like how the roots of a tree are too deep to completely uproot. If Shirou's need to save this country increase significantly in just one night, then what's going to happen when he's exposed to such a corruption for an extended period of time?

He didn't want to know.

His heightened caution also allowed him to be awake long enough for his E Rank luck to take effect. While he doesn't know if such luck was the reason for it, considering the day he had, he's pretty sure that stumbling into a scene filled with a running away damsel in distress and some brown haired 'prince charming' trying to escape into some kind of shed might be contributed to said rotten luck.

He would have thought that they might be running away to do the 'naughty' deed but the smell of blood and the presence of a guard ruined the moment. While he might be terrible at Presence Concealment or anything of that nature, he still knew some level of skill to hide effectively. It's how he survived long in a world of magi after all and this skill was useful in witnessing this event.

He watched in anticipation when a black haired, red eyed girl dashed through with speeds that even outmatched his own without reinforcements. A flash of realization filled his eyes. 'Ah,' he thought, his expression now grim, 'Night Raid.'

He doesn't hate them for their job. He actually admires the way that their trying to do things. A full-on assault might be suicide and many rebellions in the past were easily repelled when using that method. By trying to work backstage and removing all the key figures in the Empire, it would be a whole lot easier to quietly take the throne with decreased chaos.

It's just the thought of them harming innocents that boils his blood. He hasn't confirmed anything yet, but if the way she's slaughtering the guard is by any chance accurate, they might be willing to slaughter them if they're going to be in the way. He narrowed his eyes when the assassin soon started confronting the brown haired 'prince charming.'

Oh like hell, he's definitely not going to stand idly by to witness a death of another innocent. His hands moved as if gripping an invisible pair of swords, his body tensing while waiting for hostile actions to take place. He watched as the man moved into a combat stance with his sword. He could admire his courage, at least, but from the way the girl used that sword, he's not going to last long.

Oh, the sword...

He's pretty sure it's not a Noble Phantasm and more of a Mystic Code but the power it radiated cannot be ignored. It wasn't anything grand, it didn't overflow the room with its presence, no, it was more silent. It knows that its powerful and it's willing to unleash it when the need arises. It's like the feeling that Death is somehow watching, waiting for it to be his turn for the afterlife.

It's also more powerful than some of the Noble Phantasms in his possession.

Structural Analysis instantly told him all that he needed to know. One-Cut Killer: Murasame, a Mystic Code that is capable of becoming a Noble Phantasm. It's coated with a poison so strong that it could kill anything almost instantly and with no cure for it to boot. It reminded Shirou of Gae Bolg in the sense that both only needed one strike to finish the intended target. It was an impressive Mystic Code and said Mystic Code was greedily being added into his Unlimited Blade Works.

What a weapon...

He can't help but wonder what else in this world is waiting for him to analyze...

Shirou's moment of wonder was also when the clash of swords rang in the air. Coming back to reality from the sound, Shirou was about to move forward until seeing that the battle ended as soon as it started. He raised an eyebrow at that. While he knew from Structural Analysis that the back haired assassin was extremely skilled, it was completely different seeing it in action.

It's like the movement of Servants, but different in that the girl is inferior in every aspect. She is, after all, still human while Servants in their whole entirety is literally a being that surpassed human limitations. He could still see the potential she possesses for reaching such feats but at the moment, she's still a league below them. His contemplation also allowed him to see the brown haired man move once again with some small statue gripped in his hands.

He smiled as he proclaimed that his entire village protected him. How naive but he can't help but like the guy. The boy reminded him a little bit of himself as a kid, full of wonder and innocence. Such a shame that it's going to be tainted by the corruption in this capital.

The black haired girl made to move again.

This time Shirou was ready to interfere and when he was about to step out to the limelight to protect the boy, a sudden presence revealed itself in the form of a large buxom, blonde woman. Shirou stopped his tracks and watched as the large blonde woman blocked the other assassin's attempt to kill before turning her attention to the brown haired male. 'Well,' he silently joked, 'It looks like I'm not needed here.'

But the new presence did reveal a few things. While Night Raid might be willing to kill the men that seemed to be part of their intended target, no matter how slight, it seems that they would prefer to spare as many as possible without violence. At least that's what it seemed to be when they stopped trying to maim the poor boy.

His pondering made several events pass rather quickly. He watched in disgust as it was later revealed that the family they were assassinating had bodies of poor, tortured souls in the shed. It took all of his willpower to resist the urge to slaughter the reason behind this. While Shirou has seen worse, just the sight of it easily made it on top of the list. When he realized that the events tonight are coming to an end, he closed his eyes before deciding to leave the area. If he stayed any longer, his limited skills with stealth won't keep him hidden from experts such as them.

He moved away smoothly and silently until finally reaching the borders of the expensive estate that he originally stumbled into.

So many thoughts swam through his mind from the revelations. This only confirmed how deep the darkness is, nothing more. 'I guess,' he thought to himself, 'It's time to take matters in my own hands.'

And he will...especially with the plans that are being made in his head. As Shirou made his way out, he also looked towards the sky where Night Raid was silently weaving their way out. It took his reinforced eyes to even see their silhouettes. This experience helped him learn more about his current subject of interest though.

Night Raid...

End

Author's Note: I am extremely sorry if Shirou or Tatsumi is OOC. This is my first time writing a story in a while so please excuse my grammar, I know it's not the best. I also apologize if it looks a bit rushed.

Anyways some information that I can't really implement in the story.

- Shirou is going to be a mix of all three routes but I'm going to try and keep it mostly UBW. I don't know all of the lore when it comes to Type-Moon so sorry for my ignorant mind if any errors occur.

- There will be some romance but the pairings will be secret.

If there's any questions or something you don't understand than you can ask and I will try to answer.

I would like a Beta Reader if anyone's willing. I'm afraid my grammar is subpar which is evident in this story.

Thank you for reading this story.