Chapter 2

Kill the Evidence

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 world that needed saving, it's just too much to be anything but.


If someone asked Shirou that in an alternate universe, he would be working in various odd jobs to get money, he would have asked the person if he's met Zelretch and what did he do to piss him off. However, as of right now the Emiya heir decided to ignore that part of his mind and look at the small pouch of coins grasped firmly on his hand.

'Well, it's a good start.' he guessed before securing it tightly on his person. One might never know when a thief is around and considering the amount of greedy and suspicious looking people in the Capital, he definitely didn't want to find out.

After the series of events leading from entering the Capital and witnessing the actions of Night Raid, Shirou began acquiring wealth and an apartment. While money isn't really important to the Emiya heir, since the only use for it would be food and shelter, he's going to need it to help the people. Who knows how desperate humans can be when on the edge of dying. He just hoped that he could at least keep them from doing anything drastic.

He's literally watched these people sell their bodies to live through the day.

That's not something Shirou tolerates at all. So of course, he secretly knocked the lustful unconscious and gave the poor some of the coins he made before leaving hastily like some kind of heroic vigilante.

He always wanted to do that actually.

Anyways, he started searching for a job that could help him gain some cash and slowly take note of the potential places to 'stop by' if he deemed it a threat to the populace. Looking like some poor sod that had nowhere to go definitely made some of the more unsavory men attracted to him which truthfully made it a whole lot easier to find all of those that are taking advantage of the corruption.

He made sure to take them out later but as of right now he had a few things in his priority list that he must complete.

Such as the growing amount of customers that were happily eating in his restaurant.

Well, saying that it's his is more of an exaggeration but when he submitted his application to the boss and showed off his admittedly impressive cooking skills, the workers could do nothing but obey his every word. They were all entranced immediately by the blend of flavors and the variety of meals that are foreign in their eyes. It was like a god of cooking had entered their domain and decided to claim the restaurant for himself.

He really didn't know if his cooking was that good, but apparently the looks of admiration from several of the workers told him everything. So with a quick friendly slap in the back from the boss, he was gladly accepted in. Although there was a small debate once Shirou decided to add a requirement before he officially became one of them.

Said requirement was also the reason why there's so many customers, even if most of them are the poor souls that lived in the street. The Emiya heir told them that all of his recipes and cooking skills will be hired if the costs were low enough for even the poorest in the street to have at least one meal. The boss himself protested, saying that it was bad for business but the Emiya heir quickly countered his argument with his own by stating that the man would be losing a valuable asset.

He definitely didn't offer him another plate of reinforced food to help cement the fact that his food is just that good.

He was admitted in after a few reluctant nods, but that was all gone when the sudden increase in customers filled through the doors. He soon became the boss's favorite and gained quite a few admirers from the villagers themselves once they discovered the news about the latest chef named Emiya Shirou. He honestly didn't know where the quick rise of promotion came from but he isn't complaining.

The sudden increase of money wasn't the only reason for joining this job. Many guards entered the building too because of the cheap but excellent meals and many of them were quite the gossipers. It is a whole lot easier to gain information and rumors during this kind of work and most of the time he didn't even need his reinforcements.

A particular rumor that's been spreading about though brought a few concerns to the Emiya heir, especially with the fact that said rumor was about a psychopath slaughtering the innocent for the past few days. He frowned at the thought. It's like the people here can't even take a break anymore. Anyone out during the night just gets targeted by a man named Zank the Beheader.

That man was responsible for the current fear of the city. While the Capital may be tainted, they at least acknowledge a foreign threat when there is one. He's noticed the increased guard patrol even if they get eventually killed off later. This man has no allegiance and is insane to the point that he probably doesn't care if he died. And Shirou knew that an enemy that has nothing to lose is a dangerous enemy and one in particular sprouted in his mind when he learned about the supposed madness.

Berserker.

If this thing is even a fraction as dangerous an Hercules then he definitely needed to be cautious when he walks back to his new apartment.

That is of course, if he wanted to go back home in the first place. If there's a place that needed saving then Shirou's there. He's not just going to stand idly by as fear lurks in the city. That doesn't mean that Shirou is going to recklessly charge in just like his first encounter with the Berserker of the Holy Grail War though. He definitely learned his lesson after that.

He's planning for this encounter ever since he heard of the Beheader and gaining information was an important key role in defeating an enemy. After all, in most cases of the Holy Grail War, many try to hide the identity of their Servants in order to stop their enemies from learning any secrets that they could exploit. For example, if Achilles participated in his current war then it would be best to hide the fact that his only vulnerability would be the Achilles' heel.

So when he learned about his story of being an executor that beheaded countless people to the point where it turned him into a deranged killing machine, he almost felt bad for the guy.

Almost.

Remembering that in order to sate his blood lust, he started massacring the people that are now under Shirou's protection promptly removed any sorrow for him. There's no doubt that he would have qualified as the Mad Warrior.

He also learned about a new word called Teigu but considering the fact that he had no idea what it is, the Emiya heir decided to research about it later. Apparently it warranted enough attention from the Imperial Capital when Zank stole it. It must be some kind of valuable artifact, something of extreme importance. It has to be close to that at least. However, these are all assumptions at the moment.

Shirou let out a sigh. He hated lack of information.

Still, it was enough for him to work with. Since Zank's main style of killing is the act of beheading then he'd keep a close eye on whatever weapon he possesses and if this Teigu is actually helping perform these acts, then a quick Structural Analysis will give him all the information he needs. Now the only thing to do is to just wait and watch for any suspicious actions until the time comes.

"Shirou! We're running out of tables, get your ass over here and help fix up the last of the dishes, damn it!

With a quick shake of his head, he dispelled the thoughts away for later. "Coming!" he responded with a grin. Right now, he's got people to feed and an impatient boss to please.


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It took several hours of pleasing customers, convincing the boss to allow him to work after the intended time, and to mentally prepare himself for the upcoming battle before he dashed out the door and into the dark. It was the perfect time to hunt with the moon up in the sky and the streets almost devoid of life. Only the usual guard or rodent would pass by before disappearing into the night.

Now all he needed to was lure a mass murdering creep and eliminate him before the battle catches the attention of the public. Which is easier said than done. He didn't know how the brief skirmishes in the Holy Grail War didn't wake up any of the residing citizens, but he's not going to take any chances when he clashes blades here.

Especially if he didn't have some bastard priest to cover up all of the evidence that there was any fighting at all. While he would deny the need for a man like Kirei to supervise the entire war in the first place, he could understand the importance of someone that helps keep it all a secret. He will have to make do with what he has.

And that's a whole arsenal of blades just waiting to be unleashed.

His plan, while not the most complex, should be efficient and simple enough for someone like Shirou to complete. While using himself as bait, he would lead the murderer to an isolated location where he would quickly finish him off. It should be simple, at least to Shirou, since most battles usually end rather short. It doesn't take days for some grand epic duel between titans to finish, but instead it's the more quick-paced, intense fight between seasoned, experienced warriors.

At least that's what most of Shirou's engagements have been. He's never really seen any long assaults with just two people, but he could guess that it might be possible. Though he doubts that he would see some anytime soon.

Anyways, while it is an easy plan to follow, it only worked if the executor actually initiates combat at all. If not, then it's nothing but empty words. Shirou tried to solve that by going to the most frequent places that the man started going on a killing spree. So he made to quickened his pace towards the location in hopes of having the fruits of labor come to light.

It did, but the person that he was hoping to meet and the man that he found were completely different.

He raised an eyebrow before quickly hiding himself in one of the dark alleys. Out of all the people he met, it just had to be the brown haired 'prince charming' again. Why does he always encounter him whenever he goes on some of his ventures? Is it Fate? Coincidence? Shirou shook his head. Whatever, he'll have to deal with the boy later. Right now, more complications decided to enter his plan.

It seems like Night Raid is going after the Beheader as well.

This left Shirou at a difficult decision. On one hand, he could leave immediately and let Night Raid take care of the mass killer, but...

Shirou can't leave. No, not when there's a madman on the loose. Even with the skills he's seen with Night Raid, he can't fully trust them to handle this. While he's sure that they are fully capable, the Emiya heir won't stay in the background. He has to help save this country and letting someone else do it isn't his style at all.

Besides, he's worked too damn hard on this plan to just discard it away.

With a nod, Shirou maneuvered away, weaving his way through the streets and towards a tall building. Staying at a higher altitude might prove to be a disadvantage by the fact that he could easily be spotted without any buildings to cover in, but it will help him find the executioner easier while keeping an eye out for Night Raid. With his reinforced eyes, he is confident of his abilities to reach the target before the assassins can.

A reinforced jump later, Shirou smoothly moved his way up one of the towers before using his eyes to scan the area. He could see them, every member of Night Raid is in his sights. They don't seem to be hiding as well as last time though so it isn't really difficult if someone's perceptive enough. The Emiya heir wonders why. Assassins should prioritize stealth yet they decided to present themselves in the streets. Are they trying to lure in the executioner too? Maybe.

Movement caught his eyes and with a quick turn of his head, he located the brown haired man currently moving his way towards a stone clearing. Shirou narrowed his eyes at this. Now why would he be moving his way there? He reinforced his eyes a bit more before locating a large man nearby. 'Ah,' Shirou grimaced as he watched them both enter the flat field. 'That must be Zank the Beheader.'

Well, he definitely has a build of a Berserker though not as large. They must be confronting each other in some battlefield. However, the Emiya heir raised an eyebrow at that. Why would a psychopath, one that's said to be mad, strategically move his prey towards a set location when he can just execute the boy in an instant. He can surely do it, that the Emiya knew but this behavior for someone like Zank is just odd.

Well, he really can't tell. He haven't met the man and seemed to just be comparing his behavior to the stereotypical Mad Warrior of the Holy Grail. That might be a mistake.

Still, Shirou found his target so with a few successive leaps down, he dashed towards them.


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The clash of metal can be heard in the distance as Shirou closed in. It looked like the battle already commenced, but it wouldn't last. While the brown haired boy showed promise with a sword, to someone with more experience like Zank, it will only lead to the guy's inevitable death. He just hoped the psychopath liked toying with his prey before finishing them off.

He zipped through the guards without detection and smoothly made his way. He could see the bleeding form of the madman's victim sprawled down on the ground but he ignored him for now.

His attention is on the darting form of the executioner.

Trace on.

He leaped above with reinforced legs, throwing a formed Kanshou down towards Zank. His appearance shocked the brown haired man, but what confused Shirou was the lack of a reaction from the psychopath.

On Zank's side however, the man dodged the black blade before pausing his assault to watch the Emiya heir. The mad warrior's creepy smile impossibly grew wider at the new opponent. "Ohoho," he cackled, "It seems the mystery man has finally showed himself into the battlefield. Splendid! Splendid! Splendid!"

Shirou frowned at his implications, "You knew I was here?"

That's not right. He carefully hid himself when he spotted the murderer. While he could have sensed his incoming attack, it should have at least forced the man to show some kind of emotion. It was like he knew that he was here as soon as he came out of the restaurant, but that's ridiculous. Zank had to keep an eye on every single assassin that are currently on the streets. He can't watch everyone.

Or can he?

"But of course!" he responded, the unnerving smile still kept on his face. "Ah, and judging from your expression you must be curious as to how? Haha! It's rather simple really! It's because of my Far Sight! I can see through even the densest fog with casual ease. The darkness of the night is nothing in the face of my Teigu!"

"Teigu?" Shirou asked. There's that word again. Just what exactly is it? At least he knew it must be some kind of ability and if the Capital values such things then the abilities must be something of exceptional quality.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" the man cried out before pointing at the thing that's on top of his head. Is that the Teigu? "Omnipotent Five Sights: Spectator!"

Shirou thanked that it must be Zank's insanity that allowed the lunatic to give away valuable secrets freely, no matter how scarce. While Zank might not have been able to give him more information on this 'Teigu' his Structural Analysis did the work for him. Shirou narrowed his eyes at the information. The ability to use five different powers that are related to sight, ranging from mind reading to casting illusions that bring the victim's most precious person.

While it lacks in fire power, it makes up for in diversity. So that's a Teigu then? Some kind of overpowered Mystic Code? At least that's all Shirou could assume of right now. He can't underestimate someone like him. No, not with something that could possibly turn the tide of battle. The Emiya tensed his body, preparing his sword stance.

Zank grinned maniacally at his subtle movements. "Oh? Even after realizing my capabilities, you still fight?" The madman only looked even more pleased when Shirou nodded his head. "Splendid! Splendid! Splendid!"

That was the end of the conversation before the loud ringing of blades clashed again.


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Tatsumi can only look in bewildered awe at the sight occurring in front of him. The sudden appearance of the mystery warrior froze Tatsumi to the point where he almost forgot his name. Time seemed to slow down as the fighters sent blows against each other.

Ever since his admittance in Night Raid he has seen how skilled his new teammates are. Each one was strong in their own way, from Bulat's strength to the speed of Akame. He even admitted that their skill level is on a whole other league than his and he thought he was actually good with a sword. Compared to the red eyed assassin, he's nothing but a baby taking his first steps. Like a mountain to a pebble.

Then he saw the mad slashes of Zank and for a split second, he thought that he's nothing compared to Teigu users in general. Even if said thought lasted a short time during their battle, it was there and that's what troubled him. What if he's nothing but a bother to Night Raid? His skills are above average at best but definitely not a master.

If he can't even last a few minutes fighting Zank then how can he handle the others? What will happen when they actually need him and he's not strong enough to save them? Is he too weak? Perhaps, but he worked hard to try and keep up with them.

His confidence rose everyday that he could be their equals, to make them see him as not a subordinate but an actual warrior that they could respect. Yes, some of them admit that they admire him but he wants to be allowed to face enemies alongside them, knowing that they could count on him to do the job. As he trained, he felt that it might be enough.

Then he saw these two draw blades and charged.

When he looked at the mystery warrior's stance, he thought that he must have been an amateur. Tatsumi, a proud swordsman in his own right, could see all the holes that the stance provided and knew that the man wouldn't last long. The brown haired boy was close to calling the man on it but it was too late. He anticipated the instant demise of the red haired fighter and when they closed in, he moved to intercept them.

He was too slow though with his injuries and fatigue so all he could do was wince slightly before stopping to instead watch. And watch he did as he saw the swordsman block the Mad Warrior's successive strikes with ease. He gaped at the spectacle. What?

Then more awe showed on Tatsumi's face as the red haired man started flawlessly parry all of Zank's attacks in the flawed sword stance. None giving ground to the other.

Sparks flew.

Steel screeched.

Swords flashed.

Blood spilled.

The country boy widened his eyes when Zank gasped before backing away.


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Zank can only dodge the mystery man's strike before distancing himself away. What a fight! He grinned maniacally when the lunatic touched the wounds that were inflicted on him. His chest was bleeding profusely, an X-shaped mark marred on his bloodied coat. Truly, what a terrifying opponent, to move fast enough to even bypass his Insight.

Splendid! Splendid! Splendid!

It would be so satisfying to see the man's last expression once he beheads him. It'll be like drinking the most tasteful of wine. Yes! It will be a beautiful and bloody victor-

Please! I'll do anything, please!

Rot in hell, damn you!

Spare me, I beg of you...

Zank can only grin wider. Ah, the voices. He must talk again, he needs to talk, he must if only to drown out the haunting noises that resonated in his mind. "So, mysterious warrior!" he began, watching the warrior warily. With Future Sight, he'll be able to track even the smallest muscle movement so even if he attacked right now, Zank would know.

The red haired man tensed slightly before relaxing in a guarded position. Ha ha, splendid! Now he can talk to this man, to talk to him and to stop hearing the voices, oh those damn voices.

"Yes?" the mystery man asked.

"To be sure, you are a magnificent warrior," Zank complimented, "To wound me with speed that I can't even match shows skills of the highest calibur. However, I am curious. Surely, you must have killed many before to reach such strength, yes?"

The red haired man, much to Zank's pleasure, paused. It was tiny, a brief pause so short that without his Future Sight, he would have missed it, but it was there. The executioner grinned wider. Splendid! Splendid! Splendid! He could see it in his face, the flashes of emotion that could easily tell what they are truly thinking. An excited glint glowed on the maniac's eyes as he saw the man give a stiff nod. Yes! Then he must understand! He must know about the voices, the ones that prevent you to sleep at night, the ones that always curse at you, taunt you to the point of madness.

Yes! This mystery man must know what he's talking about.

"Splendid! Splendid! Splendid!" Zank chanted. "Then surely you must know about the voices!"

The man only tilted his head, "Voices?"

Oh? Why does he see confusion in the red haired man's eyes? He admitted that he's killed many and yet, shamelessly admits that he has no voices in his head? Impossible! However, Zank can tell he's telling the truth. His Teigu, one of the greatest weapon that the Empire has ever created, told him so. "You mean..." Zank trailed off before staring at the man before him, "You don't hear voices? The ones that never disappear?"

Die, monster!

The Capital's dogs...damn all of them!

I'll see you in hell, bastard!

No! Not now! More talking! Need to talk! Must! The voices...they're just too much.

"No," the mystery man replied before moving again, ready to take advantage of Zank's brief falter. The lunatic realized the small weakness and quickly moved to defend himself. Damn it! The voices distracted him. This mystery man must have noticed too considering the new surge of hostility projected towards him.

Activating his Teigu, he used Future Sight to predict all of his movements. There! He's aiming for his neck! The ringing of steel was heard as Zank deflected the attack. The maniac smiled before dodging another aimed for his arms. He can see it! With the way the mystery man moves. He's attempting to disarm the madman, but he isn't going to let that happen.

His entire moved fluidly, his attacks striking with deadly precision. Zank felt his sword touch flesh. It was a small cut wound but it was enough for now. The maniac can only smile. Yes! Wounds, no matter how small, can lead to a fighter's death. The increase in fatigue and the large weight of the weapons will bring the mystery fighter to his downfall.

Zank parried one of the warrior's swords, the white one that glinted from the moonlight. He's never seen such weapons. Is it a Teigu? It's of high quality, the lunatic can tell even from the dark and judging by the way the insane killer's own blades cracked from the force of such weaponry, he wouldn't be surprised. From the beginning of the battle he's seen how the black one returned to it's master's hand. A boomerang ability?

Yes, he could believe that it would be a Teigu if Zank didn't see the confusion the man showed when he mentioned his own. Of course, the fighter might have unintentionally picked up the paired Teigu without prior knowledge of what it actually is, but he isn't completely sure.

Zank dodged a strike to the neck as his thoughts ended. Strikes of madness mixed in with experience charged against pure efficiency and supreme force.

Many of the red haired warrior's attacks were fatal. An expert killer...a murderer of the highest calibur! Zank can tell, yet he claims to have no voice in head. How! Such frustrations are irritating the madman. He wanted...no, needed answers.

So he talks again for that is the only comfort ever since.

"Tell me, mystery warrior," Zank started as he blocked another fatal blow. "How are you still sane? How can you act so normal? How can you live through your life without thinking about the cold blooded murders that you have committed?"

If the man has the answers that could fix or at least treat the voices, then he must know it. He might have lost all of his sanity, but he wants to get rid of the pain. The dullness and emptiness in his body that ached for a cure for his disease.

His opponent only looked at him with sympathetic eyes. The sound of steel rang in the air as they danced through the night. "I am not normal." the man admitted, dodging a stab aimed for his neck. Zank can only frown at his reply. What does that mean? He's not normal, but he has no voices. In the mad murderer's head, that is the definition of normal. Even if that isn't the same for other people, it was what Zank learned as he lived. Normal people live without the guilt of hundreds of people dead under their names. However, before the madman could ask, the man already elaborated for him with three simple words.

"I am distorted."

The casual proclamation was enough to bring pause to Zank as blood spilled on the ground once more. "W-What do you mean by that?" the lunatic choked out as he stared at the sword stabbed onto his arms. The mystery man was looking at him again, but with a renewed vigor and determination that he's rarely seen in this corrupted Capital.

Two slices was all it took to disarm Zank, the clatter of his blades struck the earth with sounds of metal. The two sides of his body which were dismembered were cleanly cut with the intent of minimal bleeding as possible. The maniac tried to back away, to see the bloody fiend that he has matched blades with.

Zank could see several wounds that the madman inflicted on him. Good. At least he's able to hurt the warrior. This truly was a splendid fight, but Zank could tell it's beginning to end. Still before he dies, he must know...

"Mystery man, who are you?"

The pause lasted for what felt like hours but were only seconds. Finally, the red haired man broke the silence, "I am a Hero of Justice." he stated and that was all Zank needed to know before he felt intense pain as his entire body was ripped apart with the two identical blades.

Join us! Join us in damnation!

Hm? The voices are still with him? Zank can only smile with grimness. Of course, it should be obvious that the things urging for him to join them in the depths of torture would be in glee. They must have been anticipating this moment and are now going to celebrate his death. He can't blame the voices for such an occasion because he would probably want his murderer to be die painfully as well.

But he can't seem to hate the red haired fighter. He was an interesting man to talk to, no matter how brief. The conversation was enlightening.

You will be punis-

What's this? Are the voices growing duller? No...but it can't be that.

Plea-

What's happening? It can't be what he's thinking, is it? No, there must be a logi-

I'l-

He can barely hear that one. It's almost silent, a luxury that he hasn't experienced for a long time. It enveloped him like a mother's embrace. There's only one conclusion now, he's sure of it and it is truly splendid!

D-

"Ah," Zank thought with a smile. "The voices are disappearing..."


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Shirou watched with no emotions as the madman died. He frowned as he thought about the conversation he had with the killer. He was a Berserker, no doubt about that, but while the rest can only roar battle cries, this one was still intellectual enough to speak. And just like the fight itself, he had learned many things from his words.

Zank was desperate. Shirou saw it when he looked at the manic eyes of the killer. The crazed executor wanted nothing more but to remove whatever voices haunted his mind. Truly, he faces the most unique of enemies but the Emiya heir guessed it was part of being as distorted as he was. When he stated it to the executioner, he saw the surprise for such a statement. Shirou accepted it as a fact, it was one of the things that many of his friends told him. A thing that Rin tried her best to fix, but for all her attempts, even Shirou knew that it was too ingrained in his personality to get cured.

He shook his head. Now's not the time to think about trivial things. Now is the time to leave before more Night Raid members appear. He's already risked his identity when he revealed himself to the brown haired man. He should move now and hope that the darkness was enough to obscure any glimpses of his face that the boy has seen.

So with a step, he made to run away.

Of course, that was stopped again when a new presence dashed its way towards him. He frowned before lifting up Kanshou to block an incoming strike. Sparks flied as Shirou turned his body to find a familiar red eyed assassin strike with surprising force for a slim girl. He moved to distance himself, instantly shifting into the flawed sword stance used by Archer.

The red eyed assassin only maneuvered to be in front of her ally. It seems Night Raid are protective of their teammates. That's good at least. The Emiya heir could remember a few groups in his own world that would willingly give up their comrades in exchange for power or anything of that nature. Of course, Shirou never tried to interact with the worst of them, but it isn't as easy as he first thought.

Then his thoughts were interrupted by the movement of the assassin. She narrowed her eyes at him before shifting it quickly to the body of Zank on the floor. She must have concluded that he dealt the killing blow to the madman. Well, she isn't wrong but that probably increased her wariness of the Emiya heir.

"Who are you?" was the only question asked.

Shirou paused. At first, he wanted to give some boast like he did when facing off against the insane killer, but decided against. It was repetitive and he only liked to say things such as that at most once a day. It begins to lose its meaning when he constantly proclaims it to all of his opponents.

So the Emiya heir decided to do the next best thing and let his actions speak for him.

Trace on.

Shirou was known for having an almost limitless supply of swords for him to choose from, some of them having impressive abilities that could adapt to any situation. It was one of the many things that allowed him to face off against enemies that are a whole lot stronger than him. Shirou is sure that with full power, he could probably take on the assassin and win. Even with a blade coated with mystic poison, it's nothing compared to weapons that can cause wide scale damage. He's talking about armaments that could wipe out mountains.

Still, with a wounded body and the costs to create such weapons, it isn't something that he could afford right now. Especially if he didn't want any attention from the Capital or Night Raid. However, that didn't mean that destructive weapons were the only things in his Reality Marble. Mystic Codes and Noble Phantasms designed for escape are also stored in his Unlimited Blade Works and since he didn't want them to completely identify his face, even if it's dark out, he's going to need the perfect item it could offer.

And thus he found one in the hill of swords in the form of a nameless Mystic Code. A blade that could produce a thick cloud of dust that completely blinds the enemy. The magus that made it originally intended to create the weapon as a means of defense and emergency escape if his workshop was compromised. Unfortunately for the original owner, his workshop did get sacked which allowed Shirou to find the blade in the first place.

The assassin looked at the new blade with surprise. Not shocking if you consider that magic isn't part of the norm here in the first place. If what he's known about Teigu are any way accurate then the sword she holds is also a Teigu. If that is true then what he must be holding could be considered a 'Teigu' in their eyes which could result in a large degree of shock. So it only spoke volumes of the assassin's experience when she quickly shook off her surprise and took action.

Activating the Mystic Code, he stabbed it into the ground, the blade already kicking up the dust around it. Then he moved in earnest. With reinforcements, he should be able to barely outrun the agile assassin, but it might be a close call if she tried her hardest to catch up to him. That is, of course, if she could escape the Mystic Code's abilities.

Darkness enveloped his entire body as he rushed his way out of the battlefield and into the streets. The Emiya heir knew that he wasn't safe until he reached his apartment and if he could distance himself from the rest of the Night Raid members then that would be a major advantage at his part. Shirou moved like how a sword would when in battle, fast and focused on the objective in hand. Such was the experience of participants in the Holy Grail War.

There are some positive changes when experiencing battles against Heroic Spirits, after all.

When he sensed no major presence in the area, he slowed down enough for him to quietly reach his apartment. It was old, damaged from the abuse of time, yet it was comfortable enough for someone to sleep in. Opening the door, Shirou quietly turned on the lights before jumping into his bed, his thoughts on tonight.

Today had been interesting. The first major excursion and he's already faced off against a Mad Warrior and the members of Night Raid. It was unpredictable yet Shirou can't bring himself to be surprised by this. He knew it must have been his E Rank Luck. He could honestly guess that if he was picked to be a Servant, excluding the options of Saber and Archer then the next logical solution would be the Lancer class.

Don't let him get started by the fact that his identity might be in stake. While he was sure that his face was covered enough for it to be hard to identify, the noticeable red hair will be the key factor in searching for the new 'mysterious' warrior that he's positive that Night Raid would be looking for and since red hair isn't a common color in the Capital, he needs to be even more wary from now on.

Is it a universal thing to hate on Shirou?

Don't answer that.


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Again, sorry if anything is OOC, rushed, or if there's any noticeable grammatical error so absurd that you can't even read this story. A Beta Reader would help with that though. I'm still looking for one of those, but so far, I've been the one fixing any grammatical errors that I see whenever I reread the chapter.

Please forgive me if any errors on the lore of both stories occur in this fanfiction. Any grammar that you see in the story, please inform me so I can fix it right away so others can enjoy the story.

- Night Raid now discovered Shirou. Let's see what happens. Next Chapter would have Night Raid's perspective but that's all I will be telling you for the sake of the plot.

- Now power-wise for the Teigu so I don't get anyone correcting me. Teigu aren't as strong as other Noble Phantasms, at least not all of them. Akame's Murasame can be stronger than let's say a C Rank Noble Phantasm but Zank's Spectator could be considered E-D Rank depending on the ability it uses. Some could just be Mystic Codes that are almost powerful enough to match Noble Phantasms, but it depends on the Teigu.

- Yes, Murasame's poison is mystical in origin. If magical then A Rank Magic Resistance will nullify the poison if you consider Murasame something close to a B Rank Noble Phantasm.

Hopefully that should clear some questions.

Any other questions that you have, you can ask me and I will try to answer with the best of my abilities.

Anyways, thanks for reading.