A/N: Hey peeps. Sorry it took me so long to get this particular chapter up. My laptop crashed a few times and had to reboot without warning, So it delayed me on top of the usual writers block. This chapter's going to be a bit shorter than usual, but to make up for it, there's going to be an omake along with the stat sheet for both Huntsman's Trail and Wolfhound's Fang at the bottom. Now, onto the Reviewer Review:
1.) While I am aware that Aphrodite and Venus had only one husband and countless lovers, I should mention that in Campioneverse canon, not everything about the God's mythology is completely accurate in the modern age. Case and point, Athena and Perseus. In their legend, they were allies, but in truth, Athena and Perseus were enemies. Besides, Aphrodite/Venus was a REALLY loose woman with no sense of marital fidelity. That is completely part of her myth, if you read between the lines. So yeah, she be an unfaithful whore basically sleeping with anyone strong enough to catch her interest.
2.) While Oda and Aya both slept with Shirou during the Mandrake Root incident, neither of them got pregnant, nor did any of Godou's girls. It was only Rossweisse who got pregnant in that situation, and Oda was dead set to have her sworn liege mark her as his concubine at the very least. The Kuhoutsuka heiress made it clear she didn't mind being a mistress to him so long as Shirou fathered her children for her.
3.) Lastly for now, To those of you who got the reference, then congrats, you get a cookie, as yes, the Cavaliere was Dante's bike from Devil May Cry 5. I really liked that bike, and figured what better weapon for a Rider class Servant than that of a demonic bike that could also turn into a pair of dual-wielded motorized buzz saws from hell? Since the Shirou from my fic could easily fit any of the Traditional seven classes, this would make it even easier for him to fall under the Rider class.
Now that that's out of the way, its time for the disclaimer:
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own 'Campione!', 'FATE', or any other franchise referenced in this fic, as they are the property of their respective publishers, authors, and creators. I credit them with references as used to the best of my abilities. This fic is an AU of Marcus Galen Sands 'God Slaying Blade Works', with an emphasis on 'WHAT IF', references to other fics and franchises as used, the 'Harem Ending' route in Nua Realta, a meshing of canon lore in a manner that makes since, and my own original ideas thrown into the mix every now and then. This is a FREE FANFIC of a FANFIC, meaning an UNPAID FAN-MADE FICTION of a FAN-MADE FICTION. I do not make any money off this fic, so if you paid to read it, then you got ripped off. And if you do not like it, then you do not have to read it. Nobody is making you.
And Now onto the story.
Story Start:
God Slaying Blade Works: The King of Wrought Iron
Twenty-fourth Blade: Pranking a Prankster, Devil King Hunting, and Shadowy Plot's Fruition
Emiya Manor-Shirou's Study
Shirou P.O.V.
To say I was in a somewhat better mood after spending a whole day-and-a-half training to work out my frustration was a mildly accurate assessment, but even so, I could not help the grin on my face. I had just received word from the Committee that one of my requests from them had been approved, and even with the lingering cloud of frustration hanging over me from the [Soul Eater]'s path of terror, I felt somewhat good, if not slightly chipper. Though I still gave the King of Swords quite the choking if the fact he actually turned blue despite using the [Man of Steel] authority to protect himself from the now infamous Wrought Iron Claw that I put the sword idiot savant into for what he did, but it still didn't make me feel any better about the victims I failed to save.
Moving my mind forward to keep from driving myself crazy at the thought, I began to smile again as I reread and looked over the notice the Committee had sent me approving my request for the ritual I sought to have performed. This would help with what I wished to do, but before that…
"Good morning Zelretch. Would you like a drink? I actually got you some Pegasus blood from my divine mounts if you'd like a taste." I offered with a sincere smile on my face, but was merely met with a rather deadpan glare and a suspicion-laden tone from the Wizard Marshal.
"Spare me the pleasantries, Shirou. What is it you want. The fact that you are trying to put me in a good mood says you want something from me."
I simply kept smiling, though it was a glass one now from how frail it was, and I twitched a bit as he saw right through me...I actually wanted two things from him, but this would actually help me out a bit...the problem is how will he react to what I found at Voban's mansion while I was there…
"...which one do you want to hear first: the personal favor, or the business one?"
That got the Old Man of the Jewels to raise a single silvery-gray eyebrow at my bluntness with how I was asking him which he preferred. I knew which he would ask first, but still figured it would only be polite to ask him for his preference, if only to be polite. "You know damn well I would prefer to save business for later unless it was important, yet if you're asking which it is I want, then I'll just go with the business one first. You wouldn't bring it up if it didn't have something to do with me."
"...are you sure you don't want that Pegasus blood? I think you may want it for this one..."
"Just tell me already, Sixth Sorcerer."
"..." Rather than respond with words, I simply pulled open my drawer, withdrew a glass and a bottle of the very blood I tried to offer him from a nearby mini-fridge. Before he could say another word, though, I pulled a highly decorated box with an opened lock on the outside designed in a very old-fashioned manner. Pushing the bottle, glass, and box towards him, Zelretch simply raised his eyebrow further before he took a peek inside the box. His other brow instantly shot up to join the first in his hairline, his crimson eyes widened in shocked disbelief before he closed the box, popped the bottle of Pegasus blood open, forgone pouring it in the proffered glass and simply drank from the bottle directly like a man would a bottle of cheap beer in an attempt to get drunk as fast as humanly possible.
When Zelretch put the bottle down again, he had drained it completely dry, and I then took out yet a few more bottles of Pegasus blood, pulled them from the same mini-fridge, and gave them to the Dead Apostle Sorcerer. He drank from a few more of them then turned his gaze to me, with a deadly serious look on his face as he asked the question I knew he would ask me…
"...Emiya Shirou...where in the name of the Root did you find this? Better yet, HOW is it even here at all? Last I checked, that damned thing was trapped in [Akasha] itself, so how in the mother of [Gaia], [Alaya], [Akasha], and all things in-between did you manage to get your hands on a fragment of Type-MERCURY?!"
Yep, I expected this reaction to this little discovery I found in Voban's mansion. When I began to help out with resurrecting Voban's servants and putting his estate back into a somewhat usable order, I stumbled upon it: a crystal fragment of Type-MERCURY itself. To say I practically shat myself in response when I found it was an understatement. My first reaction was to grab it, take it to the Hungarian King and demand to know where he found it, how he found it, what it was doing there, and when it was found. He was rather angry at my demands, but when he noticed my paling face, my terrified reaction and my blatant fear of its existence, he asked me what god it was associated with to cause such a reaction of absolute fear from me.
I knew what he had done in the past from both Reki and from what Godou-san told me about Yuri-san and Kranjar-san's past connection with him, so it didn't take much to figure out what the hell the Balkan Devil wanted with the damned thing. I simply looked at him and said that while I might not be the sharpest sword in the armory, I wasn't a complete dullard either, and that he was insane if he was trying to call forth a Type of all things. Before he or Doni could question me, I told them what they were in a dumbed-down version for the sword idiot's understanding. I told them it wasn't a god, and the only prize he'd get for slaying one was humanity got to keep living for a little while longer. That this was a piece of one of the Harbingers of Humanity's Destruction, how they were essentially Beasts of the Apocalypse, and were also known as the Destroyers of Worlds with no concept of death...and the only known way to stop them was to seal them away someplace they could not escape from so easily.
I then explained that of all the Types he could have found a piece of, it had to be Type-MERCURY, the undisputed strongest of all the Types and named the ORT, also known as the World Killer. I also asked them both if they knew about Mars, the planet, not the god. When they both responded by nodding in the affirmative, I then told them that before the ORT appeared, Mars had just as much if not more life than the planet Earth did in its heyday. After the ORT appeared, it had been reduced to the Red Planet it is today, and that is the reason why it was called the World Killer. Not even the planet was spared from it draining the very lifeblood from the celestial body along with its former inhabitants.
When he heard this, even he paled at the thought of what he had in his possession. Voban's response was to instantly hand it over and not even Doni dared to interfere in this one. The Hungarian King might have wanted a good fight, and always sought out strong prey, but not even he wanted a foe that could destroy whole worlds with no concept of death as his opponent. As for Doni, while he might have been an idiot savant of a battle freak, but his instincts were very sharp, and even he could instinctively sense trying to mess with this thing was a bad idea. He might not exactly be very smart, but he at least knew not to question me on this one. When they asked what I planned to do with it, I said that destroying it was impossible, or at least not without waking the damned thing up, so I would instead give it to someone I knew who would be able to get rid of it in the one way to prevent it from ever appearing again in the world...though just how it somehow got in this world after the damned thing had been sealed away I didn't know, and wasn't sure I even wanted to know...
Returning my mind to the present, I simply told the Dead Apostle before me and said straight to his face, "...don't ask something even I don't know. I was hoping you knew how it got here, but if not, then we got a serious problem." Zelretch simply grunted in response before he grabbed yet another bottle of Pegasus blood and proceeded to drink his vampiric ass off to stave off the headache he and I both knew this was going to end up being. Now he knew why I wanted to get him intoxicated by the Pegasus blood. The mythological phantasmal beast's blood was to Dead Apostles what a very expensive and priceless vintage of high-quality liquor would be to humans. And since the phantasmal beast was practically extinct save for a few hundred worlds in the multiverse's infinite parallel worlds where they still exist, this was a very rare treat for the old bloodsucker.
"...I'll take it off your hands and send it to a world that has nothing for it to destroy, even if it does somehow manage to return. Since you pretty much brought this to my attention, I actually owe you one Shirou. What was the personal favor you wanted to ask me?"
"...I was wondering if it was possible for you to find something of my old man and if possible his wife, Irisviel. It would be very much helpful for me if you could find something of theirs from my house back in Fuyuki...I have something I wanted to try and do that I have the power to do now, but lack the means to do so..."
Zelretch knew instantly what I was referring to and didn't ask anymore. As the Master of the Kaleidoscope, Zelretch was capable of learning almost anything from the vast possibilities of the multiverse. He knew what I wanted to try, so he didn't even have to ask: My authority, [Lord of the Dead]. I wanted to use it to bring my old man and his wife back from the dead. Zelretch simply nodded, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out some thing before he handed it to me. Raising my left auburn eyebrow in curiosity, I looked at him before he explained what it was to me.
"That little box houses both your father and his wife's wedding rings. If you use them, you will most likely be able to call them forth and resurrect them back from the dead...so have at it kid. Oh, and tell both Iri and Kiri I said 'hi'." My right white brow rose up to join my red left at that in surprise at the value of this gift as the Wizard Marshal smiled mischievously in a knowing manner before he tried to teleport out of my home. Keyword being 'tried'. I had found out he was the one who had switched my ginseng root with mandrake, and I wanted payback. You do NOT mess with a chef's kitchen or their supplies if you valued your life. I was also fed up with his antics, not only with me, but with my fragments and my girl's alternate selves throughout the multiverse, so I did a little something to give him a taste of his own medicine.
As he tried to leave, he was suddenly hit with numerous magical traps flinging several cream pies right into his face, before placing hexes that forced him to laugh like a madman while he danced a merry jig and then trapped him in a pocket dimension which was filled with magical contraptions which continuously produced laughing gas, all while he was cursing and swearing with a raucous laughter at my name for this one. I simply smiled a very satisfied smile at my handy work, and later he would end up being a good sport about it. After all, it wasn't every day somebody successfully pranked the Kishur Zelretch Schweinorg and lived to tell the tale of it...though he flat-out refused to speak of it to anyone, lest he suffer embarrassment at being the victim of a prank at the hands of a complete amateur like me. Ah, good times…
Scene Change
Godou P.O.V.
Why me? Just why? I swear, something out there, maybe a God or something, just likes to make my life into some kind of romcom for its personal amusement...I apparently got a text from my cousin and childhood friend, Koudzuki Sakura again, after I found out a month back she was getting involved with magic. At first, I was worried she would have gotten involved with a cult or some scam, before I found out she had a friend who actually got her interested in magic after talking with her about it. Turns out she had the power to break matchsticks and toothpicks with her mind so long as she had a grimoire on her, but other than that, she couldn't really do much else. If it wasn't for Amakusa Touma from the Committee fast-talking her out of it, I would have had to tell her that I was the one she was looking for...I didn't even want to consider the potential outcomes of such a thing...
Shaking the thoughts off, I checked the text, and couldn't help but to groan at the contents...she was basically asking for my help, again, to find and beg with the same Devil King she found out about to stop that had been destroying public parts of Tokyo's buildings, municipalities, and infrastructure, as well as his supposed lustful actions towards young girls. I tried to think about what my fellow Campione I met so far would do or how they'd react in such a situation.
Voban would probably just ignore her and treat her like an ant is his path.
Salvatore Doni would probably not even understand just what it was she wanted from him.
Luo Hao would probably lecture her on her rudeness, but if she found out she was my relation, would then lecture her on propriety.
John Pluto Smith would probably just laugh at her before he disappeared in a very theatrical and dramatic manner.
Oddly enough, the only Campione I could think of that I met personally who might actually be willing to listen to her request would be Emiya Shirou, though what his reaction would be is something not even I would be able to guess; the guy seems to really like being hard to get a read on, yet surprisingly is rather popular with women...his luck is both better and worse than mine in that regard, bizarrely enough...still not sure how I would feel about letting the two of them be alone together for too long. If I won't let Shizuka stay with him alone, then I'll be damned to be any different with Sakura.
It turned out said friend who introduced her to and had been teaching her magic was somebody affiliated with the Committee, specifically one of the Founding Families, though from what I could tell and from what I knew, her position wasn't really as high up as she claims, and she actually was somebody who made me think of a preschooler with how young she looked, despite being Sakura's age, and she was older than me by about three years, despite looking more like a middle-schooler in appearance. It would seem her friend, whose name I learned was Renjou Fuyuhime, apparently had a complex about her childish appearance and short stature, so she called me conceited for being taller than her despite being younger.
A while after meeting up with them, I felt the urge to groan and the desire to walk up to the nearest wall and bang my head against it was suddenly oh so appealing to me from the two's antics whilst in search of the Devil King behind the destruction of public properties and national landmarks. After we began our search for one 'Kususagi Goroh', we went all over town following the 'leads' that Fuyuhime-san had 'uncovered'...it didn't end very well for the childish looking young woman…
The first place we went to was a cafe being run by Yinghua as a local base of operations for Luo Hao's followers. Supposedly, he was a student of 'Kusasagi Goroh' and she wanted to demand from Yinghua where to find him. When he saw me approaching, he gave us an immediate special treatment on the house, before bringing us some good food and such that made Sakura forget why we were there, but Fuyuhime-san wasn't willing to let it slide so easily. But it turns out she was weak to pressure, after Yinghua responded by giving off a bit of killing intent at Fuyuhime-san's rather blatantly rude behavior, causing her to cave and continue her search elsewhere, dejected over the failure.
The next place we tried was the shrine where Yuri and Hikari worked as part of their duties as hime-miko. Supposedly, Fuyuhime-san's 'sources' told her that the two of them were his concubines and that they were forced to serve the Devil King sexually as he pleased...I felt a little bit of myself die with that statement. Yuri, yeah, she and I have done that, but I haven't laid one finger on Hikari...nor was I ever the one to initiate the encounters outside that one time thanks to the mandrake root we accidentally ate…
Luckily, Yuri and Hikari both picked up on what was going on before the two of them started to go off on Fuyuhime-san. Yuri in particular turned the tables on her interrogation by questioning Fuyuhime-san's legitimacy in her claim to being the next head of the Renjou family, as to her knowledge the heir was the granddaughter of the current head, and was a girl of high school student age named Hana. Fuyuhime-san simply chose to run away with her tail between her legs with what was left of her dignity after that sad display.
I honestly did not think how much more it could possibly get any worse, before we moved onto the next location...and I instantly froze on the spot when I saw it...shouldn't have jinxed it...Fuyuhime-san's 'sources' told her that 'Kusasagi Goroh' had a series of witches as mistresses whom were currently bearing his children and were residing in a mansion we walked up to...and I felt the urge to bang my head on a damn wall to alleviate the headache I felt coming from this. The mansion was none other than Emiya-san's home...why, just why?
"...Kusanagi-kun/Kusanagi-san/Godou-san/Kusanagi-sama? What are you doing here?"
Oh, come on...why...just why...How is it that Fuyuhime-san gets all her information wrong yet somehow she still manages to find the people she's looking for?
"Oh, you all know Godoh?" Sakura asked them with her pet name for me, and while I saw the act as endearing, right now, I just felt the urge to crawl into a hole and die from the situation right now…
"Yes, Godou-san and I both are colleagues in a manner of speaking...by the way Godou-san, who are these two? I don't think you ever visited with them before, otherwise I would have noticed and made the bounded field allow them into my home." Emiya-san said as he waltzed right up to the very mansion we were standing in front of and unlocked the gate...oh no…
"AH HA! Finally found you, Kusasagi Goroh! I will make you pay for the destruction you caused to Tokyo and for your lustful ways!" Fuyuhime-san declared proudly to the world. The reactions the childish seeming young woman got was varied…
Matou-san just gave the girl a rather flat look that I had never seen on her face before and made a severe chil go down my spine…
Tohsaka-san just looked rather irritated by the girl, but the prominent blush on her face wasn't caused by embarrasment, but barely restrained anger...oh boy…
Kuhoutsuka-san was looking aghast at the thought of ever cheating on Emiya-san, and gave the older woman a very hard glare that made it clear what she felt at that instant…
Illya-chan seemed rather nonplussed and simply looked at Fuyuhime-san with a perfect deadpan like she was an idiot…
But as for Emiya-san himself, he simply just raised a single eyebrow, looked at the girl confused by her declaration, then looked at me with an obvious question in his eyes. I simply looked at Fuyuhime-san and rolled my eyes, though from the sympathetic look he gave me, it was clear he knew I wanted to bang my head on the nearest wall from the headache that was this young-looking woman…
"...I believe you got the wrong house, young lady. While it may be true I am a Devil King, I am the King of Wrought Iron. The Devil King you want is the King of Ruin, and last I checked, he doesn't live here, but comes by often to try and train with me to try and control his destructive power to not cause any more collateral damage from the times he is forced to fight...plus, you already found him a while ago..."
"Eh" Both Fuyuhime-san and Sakura looked confused by Emiya-san's statement...oh no...don't tell me…
"Besides, the Seventh Devil King's name isn't 'Kusasagi Goroh', and I don't know how in the Root's name you managed to butcher it so badly, but he has been right by you all day, right Godou-san?"
"...er, yeah, that's right Emiya-san..." I replied in my usual manner, before suddenly feeling a sudden feeling of chills to run down my spine at my slip. "...oh shit..."
"...eh, Godoh, why are you and this Devil King referring to each other with familiarity, as though...you...were…." Sakura's voice trailed off as her eyes widened in realization of what Emiya-san was implying...oh you just had to throw me under the bus like that….
"Because, the Devil King you've been looking for this whole time isn't named 'Kusasagi Goroh'. The one next to you IS the Seventh Devil King, 'Kusanagi Godou'. How you managed to butcher his name so badly, I will never know..."
Fuyuhime-san and Sakura both looked at me with a sudden turn so fast they should have gotten whiplash, and gave me some funny looks. Fuyuhime-san looked at me in a bit of terrified shock I was right under her nose this entire time, but for Sakura….
"...Godoh...you...you were...you mean…."
"Sakura, I didn't want you to know, because being a Devil King is, to quote a certain anime character, 'such a drag'. Besides, I didn't even ask to become a Devil King, nor did I even want to steal a God's authority in the first place..."
"While the fact it might come with its fair share of troubles, Godou-san also isn't the type to just walk away from trouble affecting a large group of people. Besides, during my Feast of Kings I held a while back, he explained he was what could be called a Commoner King. He'll use his authority only if and when he needs to, but doesn't like doing it unless absolutely necessary." Emiya-san's words made it clear what he was trying to do, but it looked like Sakura wasn't looking too well...before she fainted…
I just barely managed to catch her, and Fuyuhime-san looked at me with terror induced eyes as she told me to let go of Sakura...before she was suddenly subdued by Reki-san, who appeared and gave her a stern look. "I would highly suggest you stop causing trouble, young lady. I was already aware of the amount you caused when I heard about you from Lord Zaraki; I do not think you wish to cause anymore shame to him that might get you possibly disowned from the Renjou, young lady."
That shut her up finally as she apparently realized just how much trouble she's been causing, though the way Reki-san was acting, it would seem he knew her, and her eyes widened as though she saw a ghost. Given what I knew about the guy, that's probably an accurate guess. Then she fainted as well...oh joy…
"...I hate you so much right now, Emiya-san..." I said to my fellow Japanese King, but my tone was more tired than spiteful. The response he gave however, wasn't quite what I had expected it to be...
"It's better to let her know now, rather than try to deceive her any further than you have, otherwise you might end up having hurt her more than you helped her...and you might end up breaking her heart, which would lead to me kicking your can across Japan for it."
I suddenly shivered as a cold chill ran down my spine...he was serious about that. If my training sessions with him were any means to go by, he was serious about carrying out that threat...Emiya-san did not joke about kicking somebody's ass for making a girl cry...
A few hours later, we explained to the two how I had become the Seventh Devil King, he truth behind all those things they had heard about me, and why I didn't want people not involved or already in the know to find out. By the time they left, Sakura had come to accept my explanation, while Fuyuhime-san received a scolding from the Committee for her actions. Apparently this wasn't the first time the young-seeming woman had caused them headaches, and disturbing the two resident God-slayers was apparently enough for her to receive a severe reprisal for it this time…
Rather than erase her memory, Emiya-san explained just what the Devil Kings were to Sakura, Tohsaka-san gave her a brief rundown on the Supernatural, and Illya-chan gave her the choice of whether or not she wished to continue being involved or not. After hearing all the facts, and even the dangers of being involved in magic were, she decided to not pursue it any further. She handed me her grimoire, but the moment I touched it…
*CRAK**CRASH**WHUD*
"...Godou-san..." Emiya-san walked up to me with a barely restrained anger at what just happened...oh shit, was that… "How many times have we told you to never mess with a mystical artifact or relic without learning to controlling your magical output first?"
...and he unleashed an Asura upon me as he began to chew me out after taking the grimoire off my hands, as the telephone pole nearby his home had been snapped in half by me simply touching the grimoire...accidentally...without meaning to...just my luck...
Scene Change-Undisclosed Location
Third-person P.O.V.
In their hidden base, [Persephone], [Sthenos], [Euryale], and [Venus] were pouring their divinity into the object they had been working on considerably for the last month. It had been slower than [Persephone] had expected, but both Gorgon Sisters knew why, as they had sabotaged it slightly to buy them the time they needed. But finally, the object in question had finally begun to react. The golden egg they had been feeding their divinity to in an attempt to wake the slumbering god early had finally bore fruit, and from within burst forth their latest ally…
The Sun God Apollo has returned to the mortal plane, and he was pissed with his slayer, but agreed to aid them for aiding in his early return as long as they agree to tell him where his slayer was. With this, their plan was now coming to fruition, and the next stages of their plan was approaching, before its final stage's completion...
Omake Special: Netherworld Travels of a Devil King
Shirou P.O.V.
After Zelretch left and the Committee finally got me the ritual I had requested of them, I was able to traverse into the Netherworld as I wanted to do. I had studied extensively about it, and from what I could gather, the Netherworld was not only a place that was supposedly everywhere at once, but also everywhen as well. If that was the case, then it might give me a few clues to help me find out about what happened to Fuyuki in this world, along with my own heritage I apparently was stripped of. Going about it, I hit a bit of a snag about my investigation, and was about to leave after accidentally appearing in Germany around where the Einzbern's lived, when I suddenly smelled something, and heard what sounded like singing.
Curious, I focused more on the song, and I immediately had my face light up like a Christmas tree in embarrassment. After becoming a Campione, I gained an automatic understanding of language, and what I heard was a rather tawdry tavern singing about a very promiscuous bar maid wishing to take a young man as her latest conquest, only for said young man to already be taken and the song eventually ended with said bar maid becoming his mistress along with his fiancé and having a three-way relationship...Okay, apparently there was a cook around here with some skill in cooking with a penchant for the dark Ages equivalent to porn.
Normally, I would have simply walked the other way, but damn if that food doesn't smell good. I finally found the guy who was singing and cooking, but after that rather...graphic...song he just finished singing, I will never be able to walk into a bar and look at the waitresses there the same way ever again... After meeting with the cook who turned out to be a Norse god of Cooking and spending a few hours swapping cooking tips back and forth, I noticed his coking utensils were a bit worn. Offering to fix them up for him real quick, I repaired them and he got right back to cooking in a matter of minutes. Just enough time to help the guy out before my watch started to beep with the alarm I set. Bidding the God farewell, he warned me of a worm apparently causing trouble, much to my confusion before the ground began to tremble and a massive scaled beast appeared...A Dragon...I didn't feel an once of fear at the beast, for one reason and one reason only: my authorities as a God-slayer made me a dragon's worst enemy. Time to hunt a dragon...
The next Day
After besting the dragon, I found something rather peculiar about it It's corpse didn't disappear like it normally should for divine beasts. What's more, I pulled something from its tail that I really felt excited about as I was dismantling it. I had the head stuffed and placed within my study and took the thing I pulled from the tail to my forge. I couldn't believe it when I saw it, but I feel my ancestors might feel proud of me for this one as a smile made its way to my face...
A/N: And that's the Chapter. I know it was short, but before you all ask, yes, this omake is what happened based of off Marcus Galen Sands' fic GSBW, but unlike that one, Shirou wasn't looking for a way back, but for information on his lineage or his lost past. As for what he pulled from its tail, lets just say Shirou was excited about what he found and I will reveal why that is in a few chapters. Now for the weapon stat sheets:
[Huntsman's Trail]: The Tracker's Mark of the Wild Hunt
Rank: C Type: Anti-Unit/Support Range: 1-15/N/A Target 1
This is an original mystic code that Shirou forged within the [Unlimited Blade Works], using the legendary weapons [Gungnir], [Gae Bolg], and [Hrunting] as its basis. As an anti-unit weapon, it is capable of fighting off singular enemies, but is particularly effective more for use against beasts than anything else. When used for the purpose of tracking a target, it's true capabilities shine. While its combat capabilities are not exactly weak, its true strength lies in the curse it inflicts upon those struck by it to be forever marked for death and unable to escape the sister blade...
[Wolfhound's Fang]: The Unrelenting Fang of the Red Plains
Rank: C Type: Anti-Unit/Anti-Beast Range: 1-10/N/A Target: 1
This is the sister blade to Shirou's other original mystic code he forged within the [Unlimited Blade Works] by using [Gungnir], [Gae Bolg], and [Hrunting] as its base. While the dagger's range isn't too impressive, its true strength is to capitalize on the short sword's tracking curse that marks its target. While the short sword isn't really special aside from its tracking curse, this dagger has the power to boost its wielder's capabilities by granting them the abilities of the beast for which it was named, the wolfhound. While wielding this dagger, their user gets a slight boost to their physical abilities, enhanced senses likened to that of a wolf's, and a slight regenerative ability. These effects are enhanced if the prey being hunted is also a beast-type foe. the range of this dagger's ability to sense the curse of its sister blade's marking is essentially infinite, regardless of whatever means one uses to conceal themselves with, however, this effect can only work on one individual at a time as its one flaw.
And that is the lore sheet for those two weapons. Next chapter, things are really starting to get moving, as Persephone finally makes her move. Until next Chapter, PEACE OUT!