Shirou sat in the guest quarters that the Kingdom had provided for the four heroes as they waited for dinner time. He ignored the talk of the other three for the most part, choosing instead to focus on reading as much of the help menu as humanly possible.
This had less to do with not wanting to interact with the other heroes, and more to do with the fact that there were at three people with their ears up against the door in order to spy on them at the moment. The government was going to try to control him. He was too dangerous to them for them not to, but he didn't know the first thing about them. They could be benevolent, or they could be a bunch of psychopaths. He might be helping the save the world, like they say, or he could be assisting in them conquering it. Until he knew everything about what was going on, he had to take everything they told him with a large fistful of salt. Even commoners couldn't be trusted to tell him the truth if they knew he was the 'Hero of the Sword'.
Digging through the help menu turned up quiet a few useful things… some of which were a little hard to swallow.
Apparently, he could gain 'EXP' and grow levels by killing things, and this would make him stronger. Likewise, if he had a party and one member of the party killed something, all of them gained the same EXP.
His sword could absorb just about anything from metals and stones to plants and animals into the blue jewel in its hilt, and some of these things would be used by the sword in order to unlock seals and allow the blade to take on many different forms. Monster corpses absorb in such a way would have their bodies converted into 'drop items' and 'Demon Soul Points'. The DSP could be spent in order to empower one of the swords individual forms.
Each form that the sword could take also had a 'proficiency' gage with it. Once it reached 100% proficiency, the sword's proficiency gage could be drained back down to 0% in order to gain some kind of energy that could also be used to empower one of the blade's forms by awakening it, which in practice means unlocking the seal again.
Shirou couldn't really follow the logic behind all of it, why the physical manifestation of the world's idea of a sword would choose to take on properties of a shrub, but perhaps he just needed to experiment with it a little.
So far, the only form he had unlocked besides the base for was the 'Sword of Sloth', which was part of the 'Cursed Series'. Though the amount that the help menu had to say on the subject was rather underwhelming, if ominous.
Curse Series
A weapon that grants power and consumes the user. Hero! Do not use it.
Not that Shirou would have used it anyways. With the weapon unsealed, Shirou could grasp this forms existence, and the things he learned were definite turn offs.
While the Sword of Sloth was the equal to a D rank Noble Phantasm and could lead to unlocking even more powerful forms of itself, the cost was simply too great to pay. Using the Sword of Sloth drained the wielder and everyone around them of their will to keep going. As the weapon was directly connected to his soul, no amount of magic resist would help him avoid its effect. He might be able to resist through sheer thick headedness, but that would be too much of a gamble to experiment with.
Best to avoid the thing all together. Wasn't like he didn't have better options anyways inside of his Unlimited Blade Works. In truth, he had yet to see a good reason to use the Legendary Holy Sword at all, besides the promise of what it might become if he unlocked enough of its seals.
A much more convenient feature of the weapon was the ability to translate any and all languages that exist in this world. Sadly that didn't include written languages. If Shirou wanted to find anything out from history books or old religious works, then he would need to learn how to read the local language.
That shouldn't be that hard. He had already learned eight different languages in the last four years in order to continue his studies into magecraft. Learning them has become easier and easier with each one he had learned. Perhaps he could find someone to teach it to him before he left the castle. Besides just teaching him incorrectly, they couldn't really give him any false information there.
"Hey Issei!" Motoyasu shouted. It took Shirou a moment to realize that the spear holder was talking to him. "Tell this kid that I'm right and that this world is Dimension Wave!" The college age man said, pointing at Itsuki.
"No it isn't, it's Emerald Online. You call yourself a gamer and you've never even heard of Emerald Online." Itsuki spat back.
"To be far, I call myself a gamer and I haven't heard of either of these things." Naofumi said, scratching the back of his head as he looked in puzzlement at the two arguing heroes.
"Hm… sorry, I wasn't listing. What's this about?" Shirou admitted, blinking at the two.
"They are both saying that all the mechanics for how the weapons work and the story about the Dragon Hourglass come from a video game they played, but they can't agree on what game it was." Naofumi summarized for Shirou.
"…Oh." Shirou said dumbly. That had been why the story of the Hourglass of the Dragon's Era had sounded so familiar, it had been from that video game that Illya had played all the time. The one on the VR helmet… which had appeared out of nowhere in a very suspicious fashion… "Now that you mention it, I remember a game like that too. My little sister played it all the time. I think it was called… Bravestar Online or something like that."
"What, not another one!?" Motoyasu said, shaking his head. "Why is it that we are all remembering different things?"
"…I'd guess it would be because we aren't from the same timelines." Shirou said with a slight shrug. After all, there were timelines were King Arthur was a girl. Just about everything was true somewhere in the multiverse. Almost all magi knew about parallel worlds and string theory to some extent.
"Different timelines?" Itsuki said, seeming to be considering the idea. "I suppose that is possible. It would explain why they hadn't heard of a game as popular as Emerald Online. It's been the most popular online game for the last 30 years."
"…30 years." Naofumi said with a hard swallow. "That's a long time to be at the top of the market."
"Let me guess, the game came out with no known publisher and was decades ahead of its time." Shirou said, Itsuki paused for a moment before nodded. "Same goes for in my world, though the game and the VR technology it runs on appeared just three years ago."
"I guess if you assume that other worlds exist, different Japans isn't that much of a stretch." Motoyasu said with a nod. "Also, there was the same kind of questions about the makers of Dimension Wave as well. Though I had thought it was just a story made up to boost sales at the time."
"Then, how about a question based on common knowledge?" Naofumi suggested and begun to start of listing topics. Needless to say, they all concluded that they had come from different worlds.
"It looks like we're all from totally different Japans, huh?" Motoyasu said, collapsing onto the bench with an exhausted sigh.
"Yeah. No matter how you look at it there's no way we all came from the same world." Naofumi said with a shrug.
"Still, fantasy worlds are one thing, but who'd have thought that alternate Japans exist too?" Motoyasu laughed in response.
"Well, there's still the possibility that we came from the same world but different eras, but with so many inconsistencies it's seeming less and less likely." Itsuki pointed out. Shirou stayed out of the conversation. Best not to let them know just how experienced he was with alternate timelines.
"Based on the way things have been going, I'd wager we all ended up here under different circumstances, too." Motoyasu said after a few moments of digesting what had been said.
"Probably." Itsuki said his head falling a little as he said it. "I was on my way to school when a garbage truck took a corner too fast and hit me… next thing I knew I was in that chamber with the rest of you."
"Ouch." Naofumi said with a wince and Motoyasu nodded in agreement. Shirou only blinked in surprise. Someone with the qualifications to be summoned… died from being hit by a car. Was he telling the truth, or was this a lie to seem sympathetic?
"I'll go next." Motoyasu said, lightheartedly gesturing toward himself. "Before I came here, I had a lot of girlfriends, you know?"
"I figured as much." Naofumi said.
Motoyasu ignored him and just kept going. "And so, because of that..."
"...you were two or three-timing them and got stabbed, right?" Itsuki said, finishing off for the guy. It seemed like his comment was supposed to be sarcastic, but Motoyasu just blinked his eyes in surprise and nodded.
"...Women are scary." Motoyasu said nervously. Naofumi looked at the guy with disgust, but Shirou could only snort with contained laughter.
"That proves it, you really are a hero." Shirou said through his chuckles.
"Hey, its not funny." Motoyasu said, a little defensively.
"I don't mean it to be." Shirou said before holding up one finger to signal being quiet. He then stood up and walked over to the door, startling the other three when he slammed his hand against it, causing the whole door to raddle. He then opened the door to reveal two people, one a maid and the other a guard, who had fallen to the ground after being startled by Shirou's unexpected action. "Hello there. No need to listen from the doorway like this." Shirou said, mixing a killer intent into his magical energy and allowing it to leak out, producing a terrifying aura that he washed over the two. "Please, join us." He said with a too big smile.
The two spies paled before running away as fast as they could. Shirou shook his head before closing the door.
"Damned spies everywhere in this castle." He said as he returned to the other. "As for my comment earlier, well, if you took a tally of reasons for why heroes end up dying, I'm pretty sure that jealous women would be the number four killer of all heroes. Number three be receiving an impossible task from an asshole god. Number two would be fighting other heroes, and the number one killer of heroes would have to be politics." Shirou sat back down and staring over at the other three. "As heroes, we are symbols more than we are people. Everyone is going to try to use us for their own ends, even if it is by making martyrs out of us. So take my advice, don't trust anyone from the government or the church… or the merchants union… or the wizards either. Especially the wizards."
"…You're a paranoid nutjob." Motoyasu said in disbelief.
"Call me whatever you went, but when you wake up with a knife in your back, remember that I told you so." Shirou said with a shrug.
"Yeah, whatever." Motoyasu said brushing off Shirou's warning. Well, you can't say he didn't try. "So how about you two, what were you doing before you found yourselves here."
"Ah… Actually I was just reading a light novel in the library about the four heroes stuff and then I blacked out and found myself here." Naofumi said awkwardly.
"Huh… how dull." "What do you expect from the Shielder class?" Itsuki and Motoyasu said looking at Naofumi with disappointment. Before the Shield Hero could ask what was the big deal about having a shield they turned to Shirou. "So what about you Mr. Paranoia, did something cause you to kick the bucket?"
Shirou shook his head, his heart sinking as his thought about what he was doing before he was drawn away. "No. I was tucking my little sister to bed for the night… Telling her that everything was going to be alright… That I would always be there for her." Shirou said, his head falling as he spoke. "She told me that even if she died… she was happy that we could spend her last days together as a family."
God, Shirou felt like shit. The knowledge that there was no way he would make it back in time without some kind of time-space shenanigans turning the months he would be forced to stay in this world into just a few hours. Thinking about it, he couldn't even trust that the people of this world really did have a method for sending him back to his old world. In the end, they might just tell him to stand on a magic circle that turns him to ash, after he had solved all their problems. It seemed more likely than their promise being real.
Even without it being activated, Shirou could feel the effects of the Sword of Sloth. It was only stubbornness that allowed him to shrug the draining feeling away.
Even if the King was a liar, he still would need to restore order to this world if he wanted to go home. Zelretch was probably his only sure way of getting back home in one piece, but the old vampire wouldn't do anything that would possibly cause the destruction of a timeline, not even to help a friend or student. Besides, even if he was truly doomed to let down everyone he cared about, it wasn't wrong to help the people of this world.
"…Suddenly being hit by a truck don't seem so bad." Itsuki said sadly, nervously fingering his bowstring. The other two barely even nodded in agreement.
Shirou swallowed hard and stood up. "I'm… going to go get some air. Clear my head a bit." He said before walking out the door, caring his sword with him.
Wasn't like he was capable of putting the thing down.
"Those meat pies better be the best in this land or I will have cleaning the pantry floors with our tongue, you here me!" The head chef shouted at one of his cooking staff. "We are cooking for the Three Legendary Saint Heroes! Everything has to be perfect!"
"Um… excuse me." Someone behind the chef said, trying to get the man's attention. Several people in the kitchen stopped and were staring at the person who had just entered the room.
"What is it!? Can't you see that we are…!" The chef started to shout, but when he turned around he stopped shout… and breathing. Standing right there in front of him, with his sword in hand, was the Hero of the Sword himself. "H…H…Hero-sama! W…What is it that we can do for you!? If you have a request, regardless what it is, I will see it made for you at once!"
"Ah, no, that alright." Shirou said waving the man down. "I was just wondering if I could barrow part of your kitchen." Shirou said, shocking the old chef. "Cooking is something of a hobby of mine, and I could use something to help me relax… It's been a long day."
"Of course. Whatever it is that you desire, it shall be yours." The man quickly nodded shouting at several of his men to clear a place for the hero and get whatever ingredients he requested. Shirou inspected the floor, meat and vegies placed in front of him, and determined that they were all of acceptable quality. He wasn't about to make anything complex, since spices didn't seem to be in high supply, so he would need to make do with just peppers.
Once satisfied, Shirou grabbed one of the green peppers and a kitchen knife and started to cut away.
*CRACK!*
Searing pain shot through Shirou's entire body, forcing him to let go of the knife as the muscles in his hand started to spasm in protest. The knife skipped along the table top as it was propelled by an invisible force out of Shirou's hand.
"What the hell?" Shirou said as he flexed his hand in confusion.
That was went the message popped up.
Legendary Weapon Rule Violation: Contact With Unauthorized Weapon
A Hero can't fight with anything other than the legendary weapon in his possession.
Shirou's eyes went over the message twice, and then his heart seemed to stop beating as he realized the implications.
Shirou could not use anything sort of weapon other than the Legendary Holy Sword. All of the blades that he had stored inside of his Unlimited Blade Works were… unusable. The foundation of Shirou's power was gone.
At that moment, Shirou felt more vulnerable than he had in years. The prospect of killing all of these waves of monsters now seemed like a much more uphill battle for him.
But as he felt himself starting to go into a panic, another window appeared.
[Weapon Copy – Complete: Basic Kitchen Knife (0/1) – Rarity: Extremely Common – Base Power: .1 – Equip Bonus: +1 cooking (unmastered) – Proficiency: (0%)]
Shirou blinked in confusion before looking to the help menu.
Weapon Copy
The Legendary Weapons can copy weapons of the same category for the hero's use, so long as they meet level requirements.
Equip Bonus
Equip Bonus refers to the special abilities conferred by equipping different weapons.
For example, when a weapon with the Equip Bonus "Air Strike Bash" is equipped, the skill "Air Strike Bash" can be used.
Likewise, a weapon with the Equip Bonus "Attack +3" will have three points added onto its attack score.
Equip Bonuses start unmastered, but by using the weapon it can unlock mastery, giving the hero the Equip Bonus even when the weapon is not equip.
Shirou blinked before going to his weapon select menu and selecting the Basic Kitchen Knife. The Legendary Holy Sword transformed into an exact replica of the knife he had just been holding, only with the small blue stone that had been present in the sword's hilt still present on the knife.
Shirou looked from the knife to the cutting board and then back to the knife.
"Am I really going to use a Divine Construct to cut vegetables?" Shirou said to himself before shrugging and getting back to his cooking. "The girls back home would get a real kick out of this."
[Stuffed Dumplings – Quality : Heavenly]
Celia sat alone in the library, skimming through some of the old records and committing the general ideas in it to memory. It wasn't like anyone expected her to memorize the entire contents of the books that she read. She was just supposed to have a good idea of what was in the library and be capable of pointing people towards the books on any subject they requested. That was the job of a royal librarian. Right now, Celia's mother was the royal librarian and Celia was the assistant, but she was being raised to someday take her mother's place.
Not that she wanted to.
Honestly, who wanted to spend their entire lives in a stuffy library with a bunch of boring books. Celia wanted to go out into the world, to see things for herself, and to find a nice guy. How as she ever supposed to get married when she was stuck in the library dead after day? So few guys ever visited the library, it was always just old geezers. Her mother kept saying that it was just a phase and that all girls were rebellious when they were eighteen. Celia would argue that it was probably only the unmarried girls. The married maids seemed perfectly content.
Celia just wanted to meet a nice guy.
"Excuse me, Miss." Celia looked up from her book and nearly choked as she saw the man standing before her. Tall, with lightly tanned skin, exotic red and white hair, and golden eyes. The Hero of the Sword, an individual who was considered almost a literal god in her country, was smiling down at her with the softest expression she had ever seen. "Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you, but if you are not so busy, I would like your help with something."
Celia couldn't help herself, looking up at his gentle smile, a bright flush came to her face. "O…of course. Anything that Hero-sama requires. This one lives to serve."
"Thank you. I was hoping that you could teach me the written language of this country." The hero asked her.
"You… want me to teach you how to read?" Celia stammered, an image of the two of them huddled around a book entering her mind, causing her to heat up even further.
"While my summoning has given me the ability to speak your tongue, it doesn't offer any knowledge of the written language. I know that we might not be able to get a good grasp of the language since I will be leaving on my journey tomorrow. Still, I would like to try to learn as much as I can." The Sword Hero explained. "If you would like compensation, I am sure that I can speak to the minister about paying you for your efforts."
"N… no, that's alright. Anything that I can do to help the Hero of the Sword I will do gladly. Anything for the savior of our world." Celia declared, quickly moving to gather paper and ink so that they could get started.
Maybe being the royal librarian wasn't so bad.
Celia stared in wonder as 'Fugimaru-sama', as he requested not to be called a hero before he had achieved something in this world, worked through reading a page in the book she had given him.
In just three hours he had gained a grasp of the Melromarcian alphabet and was already beginning to read, quickly adapting to the grammar and special cases in common words. His reading speed was still rather low, but the fact that he could read at all was a tribute to just how amazing the heroes really were.
Getting to the bottom of the page, he nodded his approval. "That should be good for now. I just need more practice." He said with confidence as he closed the book.
Celia felt a twinge of worry, not wanting him to leave yet. "Sh…should we start on the magical alphabet then?"
"Magical alphabet?" Fugimaru-sama said in surprise. It seemed like he had never heard of it before.
"Yes, in order to learn magic, one needs to first learn the magical alphabet so that they can decipher the symbols within magic books. As the symbols appear different to everyone who reads the books, you can't just have someone else read it for you. The only way to learn magic is to first learn the magical alphabet." Celia explained quickly. "Oh… though you could also use basic magic through crystal balls. That way is much more expensive, so most can't afford them, but I wouldn't be surprised if the Kingdom would be willing to acquire some for you."
"Hm… is that so." Fugimaru said, scratching his chin in thought. "While I would like to learn the magical alphabet of this world, it will have to wait for another time. Perhaps I will have another chance to rest at the castle after the next Wave and we can look at it then." Celia held her breath, hearing that her Hero-sama was planning to comeback again. "Right now more basic information would be of more use. Is there a map of the country and of the surrounding lands that I could have? If I am to represent this country as a hero, I would like to know a little more about this country and its political relations with its neighbors before I go out."
"Of course, I'll get you a copy of the map right away, and some history books that you can use later to practice your reading." Celia said, scrabbling from her seat and rushing over to the corner of the library where they kept the maps and history books. They had several large maps evaluable, as they were commonly marked up and tossed during war times or when a noble's land was redistributed.
The hero's eyes scanned over the map, taking in the roads and towns. She could see him mouthing the words of the different nations as he struggled to read them. "Thank you. Now, would you mind telling me a little about these nations that board Melromarc, what kind of governments they have and their relationship status with this land?"
"Of course, let's start with Faubley." Celia said, pointing to a country to the north of Melromarc on the map. "Despite its long history of internal strife, it is still the largest and most influence country in the world. This is due to its tendency to marry heroes and the descendants of heroes into the royal family, allowing them to monopolize of the power and knowledge left behind by the heroes after they passed on. Right now Melromarc has a stable relationship with them, as our King is the younger brother of Faubley's current monarch."
"The King married into the royal family of Melromarc?" Fugimaru asked in surprise. "But how could he be "Aultcray Melromarc the 32nd" if he wasn't born to Melromarc?"
"It is tradition in Melromarc for the Queen to choose her husband's name after they get married." Celia explained.
"Does the nation simply accept having a ruler not born to their royal family?" Fugimaru asked her.
"Actually, he's Majesty is only a proxy, it is the Queen who rules in Melromarc."
"Then why was it that the King met us after we were summoned rather than the Queen?"
"With the Waves coming there are a lot of things that need to be done internationally, so the Queen has not been in the Country for a while as she has been busy working with other nations. I'm not entirely sure where she is at the moment. However, as the threat of the Waves was too immediate to wait for her instruction, the King decided to summon the Legendary Heroes without her permission."
"I see…" Fugimaru muttered before signaling Celia to proceed.
"Alright, next would be Zeltbull, the nation to our south west." Celia said, point to the corresponding countries. "It's a nation made up almost merchants and mercenaries and is considered an almost lawless and godless land. There are no nobles, and the country is ruled by a counsel of merchants. Despite this, Melromarc still maintains a mostly friendly relationship with the nation, as their trade is important for the growth of the country. In almost all political matters, Zeltbull is aggressively neutral." The Sword Hero nodded his understanding, inviting the young woman to continue.
"Next there is Shildfrieden and Siltvelt, the countries that are ruled by Demihuman tribes." Celia said, uncomfortably. "It would be best if Fugimaru-sama never visits these countries."
"Demihumans?" Fugimaru repeated, showing his unfamiliarity with the term.
"Does Fugimaru-sama's world not have Demihumans in it?" Celia asked in surprise. "Then it must be a better world for it. Demihumans are a race of people who are part human and part beast, though they are more like monsters than people themselves. You can tell by the way that they age whenever they grow levels, just like a monster."
"Really, monsters and demihumans age as they grow level?" Fugimaru said, sounding a little interested in the idea. "I suppose that Melromarc doesn't have good relations with these countries then."
"No we don't. While we have had peace for the last twenty years, there has been a long history of war between us and Siltvelt going back hundreds of years, and the relationship between our Kingdom and Shildfrieden could best be described as strained. Only our Queen's constant efforts to maintain the peace as to not waste precious human life in war against them has kept things as peaceful as they have been… But maybe now that Melromarc has the backing of the Legendary Heroes, we might end the centuries long stalemate."
"…Perhaps, but dealing with the Waves must take priority. Best not to waste resources that could be used to protect the people from the Waves on settling old rivalries." The Hero of the Sword said before changing the subject. "Now, what other countries are there?"
Celia moved on and continued describing the different countries, the Hero then been to ask questions about the individual territories within Melromarc and what areas were most effect by the previous wave. An hour past and her Hero left, bidding Celia goodnight. He would have a long day tomorrow.
Perhaps she could sneak out and see him off in the morning.
Shirou closed the door to his private room and let out a sigh. He had gathered quite a bit of information that day, but he would need time to confirm if any of it had any meaning. One thing was for sure, Melromarc was a country with a long history of bad blood when it came to Demihumans.
Shirou didn't buy the claim that Demihumans were monsters for a second. Monsters don't set up nations and practice commerce with their neighbors. Dehumanizing the enemy was common when two peoples war for so long, and Shirou wouldn't say that both sides hadn't probably committed war crimes in the past, but a Hero of Justice did not see race or circumstance. Everyone deserved to be saved. Still, the library girl's racism made Shirou feel more than a little uncomfortable.
…He just realized that she never actually introduced herself and that he had no idea what her name was. That would be awkward later.
Glancing at his status menu, he saw that it was only around midnight, though he hadn't slept in nearly thirty hours. He would need to go to sleep soon, but first he would have to test his magecraft, as well as the Legendary Holy Sword.
Sitting down on his bed, Shirou preformed a simple projection, not using the principles of his tracing magic, in order to shape his prana into a marble in his palm. Then he stopped feeding prana into it and watched.
Back in his old world, the marble would have been erased in an instant, as Gaia would immediately see it as a distortion in its order. However even after a whole minute had passed, the marble remained. "Looks like Gaia has no influence here or is simply not concerned about low level magecraft." Shirou said as he dispelled the marble.
This would be useful.
Next Shirou projected out a Black Key and began to swing it.
Just like with the knife in the kitchen, an electric charge surged through Shirou's body. This time he struggled to hold onto the blade, seeing just how much punishment he would be able to take. Shirou grit his teeth and endured for a whole fifteen seconds before he couldn't take it anymore. The blade broke into fragments of blue light as it left his hand.
"Damn that hurt." Shirou hissed as he awkwardly fell to his knees, his body freezing up.
He then traced another Black Key, leaving it on the table. He waited for a few seconds, but the same pain didn't come. Hesitantly, he began to trace a third Black Key, suspending it in the air above him. The pain came once again, and Shirou let the sword drop down onto his bed. Once he stopped exerting his will over it, the pain disappeared. Perhaps he could do some kind of fire and forget strategy with the blades.
Next was to see if the Legendary Holy Sword could create copies of his copies, or if it would be able to tell that they weren't real. It shouldn't be, after all, Gaia could hardly tell the difference between Shirou's traced blades and the real thing.
Taking one of the Black Keys, Shirou placed it onto of the blue jewel in the center of the hilt and willed the Legendary Holy Sword to copy the blade.
[Weapon Copy – Complete: Black Key (0/50) – Rarity: Extremely Rare – Base Power: 38 – Equip Bonus: +18 attack, +9 speed, +20% damage-to-unholy (unmastered) – Unique Ability: [Shadow Binding], [Purge Undead] – Proficiency: (0%) – Level Requirement: 52]
Shirou flinched as he saw the level requirement. Black Keys were handy things, so Shirou had suspected that the requirement might be a little high, but it was higher than he had expected. If this was the requirements for a Black Key…
Shirou projected his fall back weapons, Kanshou and Bakuya, and placed them over the jewel.
[Weapon Copy – Complete: Kanshou and Bakuya (0/85) – Rarity: Divine – Base Power: 143 – Equip Bonus: +38 attack, +39 speed, +24 defense, +21 stamina, +50% damage-to-beasts, [Dual Wielder+++] (unmastered) – Unique Ability: [Attraction], [Splitting Heaven and Earth], [Change Form] – Proficiency: (0%) – Level Requirement: 87]
"…*sigh* Maybe I should start with simpler blades." Shirou said after a long sigh.
He spent the next hour tracing and copying blade after blade into the Legendary Holy Sword from his Unlimited Blade Works. Some of the weapons were low enough quality for him to use at level 1 and offered such equip bonuses as +1 attack or speed. Not much but master a few hundred such blades and the stats add up. It seemed as though if two blades were of similar makes, the Legendary Holy Sword would not store both of them, so the weapons needed to be distinct enough in material or shape. He was glad to find out that dual blades counted as a single form, even if he couldn't have Kanshou and Bakuya. He had a long way to go before he would be wielding any of his Noble Phantasms.
This damned holy sword wasn't making things easy on him.
Skill Unlocked: [Hundred Swords]
Skill Unlocked: [Hundred Swords] → [Sword Change]
Skill Unlocked: [Hundred Swords] → [Thousand Swords]