Shirou can't say he's never been in a fight before. While Taiga practiced with him now and then, Shirou has fought some people in the past. Mainly punks who tried harassing girls, or picking on kids. The fights were little more than just him punching them, and while Shirou had no martial arts or fancy skills, he had decent muscles and was better in facing those who only used their size to attack others. As such, he usually won with the occasional bruise or bleeding nose.

"Woah." Which was why it amazed him when he saw what was a true and real fight.

Two weapons clashed.

Two people moving at speeds normal humans shouldn't move at.

Red and green flashes lighting up the area.

This...this was what a true fight was like.

Back in the battle, the two men faced one another as they clashed their weapons.

The bloody red spear, and the cane known as the Long Memory. Both of them going against one another with the spearman grinning.

"And here I thought the humans of this era were just cowards and weaklings." He says as he thrusts his spear forward to claim the man's heart. It was instead blocked by the cane, and once more didn't break.

"Not all humans run at the sight of danger." The man named Ozpin says cooly as he then parries the spears' edge and moves forward where he thrusts his own cane. "After all, legends and heroes have to come from somewhere."

The spearman does the same as Ozpin and blocks the thrust strikes before stepping back with a grin. "True." He acknowledges. "But only a few like the kid and you actually bother facing danger. Most just run."

Like those he killed when he was out on the hunt because of his cowardly master. While he didn't blame them for being scared, not dismissing their fears, it was so boring seeing the same fearful expressions. In this day and age, most humans now ran from danger in contrast to his time. Boy have things changed in this era.

Still, nice to see someone who could fight. The spearman attacking with another thrust only for it to be dodged, so he then threw a kick below the dude's chest which made contact.

Ozpin grunted, and was sent back. Though unlike Shirou, he stood tall and the spearman also noticed something strange. Particularly, how he realized that when he made contact, it felt as if he hit something else and not just the body. Not to mention he saw a green shimmer surrounding the abdomen he kicked.

'Doesn't feel like Magecraft.' The spearman thought, as while he did sense some kind of magical energy from this guy, what he saw now felt like something else altogether. He then began swinging his spear at decent enough speeds. For a normal human, they'd only see a red blur before their upper body fell onto the ground with a wet splat.

"Nice moves." For this old guy, he actually stepped back and avoided it while complementing his swing. Sure the spearman wasn't going at full speed with those swings, but the fact was that a normal person avoided it meant something was up. While Reinforcement might do the trick, this guy didn't seem to use it.

'Oh well.' The spearman thought as he then dodged another thrust and side-stepped a punch. 'At least this guy is entertaining.'

Such a shame that this had to end though. As thanks to that cowards previous command, he was only suppose to be a stupid scout. That, and any witnesses were to be killed off. As such, it was time to finish this off.

"You did well magus," The spearman says, not noticing the confused look on Ozpin's face at the term magus. "However, I'm on a deadline here, and sadly, you and the kid need to go. But don't worry," Suddenly, both Ozpin and Shirou felt a shiver. The spear began glowing, it's red color became bright and gave everybody in the vicinity that something bad was about to happen. "I'll make your death quick."

Upon hearing those words, Ozpin didn't even show any form of fear. Like as if he just heard something funny, but then realized the joke told wasn't funny at all.

"N-no." But for Shirou, he became scared. Not for himself of course, as he already experienced death one, no, twice now. Instead, he felt scared for the man called Ozpin. Was this it, really? This man saved him, and even helped him. Now he was about to repay that gift by doing nothing and seeing him die. If so, then he already failed in being a hero.

The spearman readied himself.

Shirou and Ozpin watching as the battle was about to end.

Ozpin for a moment, pondered if he should just let himself die. But then he got rid of that thought, as he had so many questions to ask. Where he was, why he still had his old body, and what happened to Vale? Not to mention, this man was ready to kill not just him, but also that young boy over there. While a teenager and appeared to be in highschool, he was also an innocent. As per his duty, Ozpin swore to protect life if he could. As if he'd let himself ignore such a dilemma by letting himself die.

'I'd rather not have used this...but…' It was then Ozpin utilized his most ancient gift. Given to all by a powerful God, and while he had split and given away most of his power, Ozpin still retained what little power he had left. So, he aimed his hand forward and from it he sent a blast of multiple thin green strands of magic at the spearman.

"Like that's gonna work." The spearman says as he then moves forward, not even trying to block it. "Now di-" Then, not just to the spearman's shock, even more so for Ozpin, the green blast hit the spearman's chest, "Gah!" Then blasted him away in a miniature green bang, and forced him to crash into Shirou's own home. A nasty burn mark on his chest, leaving all including the one who did it baffled.

'That...isn't right.' Ozpin thought as he looked at his hand. 'It should have made him stagger, not…' Sent him flying back while doing actual damage.

Yes, it would hurt someone, but unlike her power, it was an utterly weakened version of what he could once do. It'd make sense if he had used the Long Memory, but that basic spell...it made no sense.

"What...what the hell?" The same went to the spearman, who saw the burn mark on his chest. He was fully aware that he could be affected by magic, but thanks to his Magic Resistance Skill, it would cancel out two verses and below of any chanted magecraft and the like. So then why the hell did that guy's blast actually do real damage.

'Tch. I messed up.' He must be a high-ranking magus then, and admittingly, got cocky thinking he could take the brunt of the attack. Well then, time to change that. So as the spearman got up to finish the job, he then heard his no-good Master's voice.

"Lancer. Return at once. That is enough battling for now. It seems other guests are coming." Oh great. This again. Still, Lancer supposed this suited him. Not like he actually wanted to kill those two, plus, even when holding back, he liked battling the old guy. So maybe this means he can face him again later on.

Standing up, Lancer's burn began healing up much to the old guy's surprise. Yeah the expression was subtle, but Lancer saw it. He wiped his chest off the soot, then stared at Ozpin and grinned. "You did pretty good old man." He then turned around and bent his legs a bit. "If you don't die later on, then let's fight again." Then like that he jumped away leaving behind the two.

As he left, both Shirou and Ozpin watched the super human leave in a mighty jump. Shirou, while not liking the dude, couldn't help but be amazed by how he left. For Ozpin, he was less impressed as he's seen humans do that, but more interested in the spearman's skill with the spear. Rarely he has seen such a person utilize that kind of power.

Though as his eyes watched the man vanish, Ozpin then eyed the moon.

"...it's normal." He whispers, as he gazes upon the full moon in all it's beauty. Never once did he think he'd see such a thing again. Memory of the moon came to his mind, recalling the times where at night, he would stare up at it during one of his journey's as Ozma. Before the great disaster that befell Remnant, where the moon was then devastated beyond repair when the Gods left. Yet while it made him satisfied by seeing this full moon, it also made Ozpin feel something else and acknowledge one thing.

'Am I...even in Remnant?' Ozpin could be wrong of course, and yet seeing this full moon that was whole and not in numerous pieces made him feel something was very off. His own subconscious screaming at him that this wasn't right. Not one bit.

"Um, excuse me." Then, such doubts and fears were put aside, as he turned and saw the young boy standing up. Arm at his side, and breathing a bit heavily. It occurred to Ozpin that he forgot the boy may have been attacked, and dismissed his fears for the time being.

Asking, "Are you alright young man?"

"I...I am." The boy says as he coughs a bit, but appears fine overall. "A bit hurt, but nothing some rest and bandages won't fix. If anything...how are you?"

"I'm fine." Was he? Even if he was dismissing them, the fears of where he was and what happened to him were still there. But right now, he must reassure this young man of what was happening and that things were alright. "If anything, perhaps you should go to the hospital." He says as he eyes the way the boy cradled his side. Not to mention the blood on his chest. "I'm not sure what happened, but you must have been injured."

"I'm good. Really." The boy says. "I just need rest is all."

"Hm." Ozpin muses before walking closer to the young lad, noticing something. "You...don't have aura, do you?"

"Aura? Huh?" Now Ozpin understands. It was rather uncommon, but there were some people out there who didn't know what aura was. A certain young man with blonde hair came into Ozpin's mind. Frankly, he really should have rejected that application when he realized the boy had no aura. Thankfully, young Nikos saved him before things got...messy.

"I see. Then allow me." Ozpin then bends down and grasps the boy's chest. While looking rather uncomfortable, the boy did nothing where Ozpin then said, "For time and ages, humanity has fallen. Yet even in passing, humans may rise above the limitless and seek not division, but unification. Be freed from the dark and light, and unbound thy soul."

Using his aura, Ozpin decided to help the boy and unlock his own to heal the wounds.

As for Shirou, he felt something in him stirring, something strange and unnatural, yet warm at the same time. Then, even if for a second, he felt the happiness back when his father Kiritsugu, told him of his dreams. Where soon after he then felt something inside him burn, like as if it were escaping his body and flowing through him. Unnoticed by him, the bruises beneath his clothing were rapidly healing up, and soon Shirou saw his body shining for just a bit, with a shimmer of orangey red over himself.

"This is-" Though while amazed by this, suddenly, Shirou felt another burn. Unlike before, this one actually hurt. Like something else inside him woke up and hurt. As if he sees a need to fire the hammer of a gun inside his mind. His body shaking and quivering and this second form of energy going throughout his body, and while he didn't scream, Shirou soon felt himself blacking out while seeing the old man look worried.

Ozpin grabbed the boy, fear in his eyes.

'What just happened?' He felt the boy's aura awakening. The soul releasing the unseen power held within. Yet soon after, he felt another source of energy coming out soon after. One that clearly caused the boy pain, with Ozpin knowing full well one didn't need to scream to show the discomfort in the eyes. The boy knocked out with his aura flickering on and off, as if trying to heal something but didn't.

At the least, the superficial wounds were healed up.

"At the very least...you aren't dead." Ozpin says softly, picking the boy up. Looking around, he saw the house and decided to enter it. While he couldn't be certain this boy lived there, quite frankly, Ozpin didn't know where else to go. Though before he could do anything, his eyes narrowed and instead of dragging the boy away, he placed him down upward on the shed and turned around.

"You may come out now." Aura held many gifts like magic. Particularly, the ability of extrasensory perception, and sensing those around one. Ozpin having long since trained himself in aura's full capabilities including the 'sixth' sense so to say. Where he then turns to see at first nobody at all. "Well." Ozpin calls out again. "Will you come out or stay hiding."

"Are you certain you should be saying that?" Compared to her, and everything else he's been through, Ozpin didn't feel much when he felt two blades over his throat. If anything, he was amazed how quickly this man somehow got behind him. A semblance of sorts?

Soon after, another person then came. A young girl with her hair split into twin tails and ribbons, and had the air of maturity coming off from her. Ozpin noticed how well she walked with confidence, as she then stopped just a few meters away and looked at him with a passive face. Eyes looking at the boy for a moment, then at him.

"So," She then speaks. "I suppose you must be Saber?"

"Saber?" As in a sword wielder? Well, Ozpin couldn't deny he has used many weapons during his long course of history, including a sword during certain times. But he held no such weapon. Not to mention, 'It felt she was referring to a title rather than the actual definition.'

"What else are you then," The girl says as she then gazes at him with no fear. "Some random guy that can keep up with Servants? As if." Her fingers then pointed at the boy, more specifically, his hand. "You do have a contract with Emiya after all."

Emiya, she meant the boy. While he couldn't move without the blade cutting his throat, Ozpin's eyes then turned to look at the boy's hand to see some strange marks on them. He couldn't be certain however if they were always there, seeing as he wasn't exactly paying attention. Though he was more confused by what the girl meant by contract. As in some kind of agreement between him and the boy, even though they just met.

"I simply helped a young man who was in trouble." Ozpin tells the girl. "And I have no understanding of this contract you speak of."

"..." The girl stayed silent, then glanced at the man who could slit his throat at any time. "Archer, what do you sense."

Now that couldn't have been his real name, right?

"Well then Master," The man says as his blades leave Ozpin's throat, though clearly still ready to move again. "While I sense something from the man, I don't see anything that would make this man a Heroic Spirit at all." The girl, while hiding it well, appeared surprised. "If anything, he seems to be an old man." While Ozpin didn't see it, the man's eyes narrowed. "One who just happens to have the skill to challenge Lancer. Even if the dog was holding back."

Ah. Ozpin did think the spearman-who he doubted his real name was Lancer-was using his full strength.

As for the girl, she muttered, "Lancer must have low Magic Resistance to be affected then."

"The dog did appear to underestimate the blast." Archer then moves forward, Ozpin seeing him at last. Or at least his back, which was a red mantle of sorts with armor and white hair. The blades then vanished away from his hands, as he spoke to the girl. "Most likely the old man here is a well trained magus. The question is," Archer then turned back, where Ozpin saw his hawk-like face and grey eyes boring at him. "Is he a Master?"

The mood seemed to drop for a moment. The girl then stared at him in a way that a normal teenage girl shouldn't be using. As if considering he was a risk. Ozpin for a moment pondered what should be done, and if maybe he should escape. Then, the girl said, "No." She crosses her arms. "With the exception of Saber, the rest of the Classes have been summoned. Plus, there's no Command Spells on him. Emiya has them, meaning he's the Master, not this guy."

Good deduction abilities. Shame Ozpin didn't understand much of what the girl meant. Masters? Command Spells? Classes? If the situation wasn't tense, Ozpin would think this situation funny considering how he's so used to being in the know-how of things, but here, not so much.

"But," She then stepped forward. "That doesn't mean I can just leave you be. So I'm asking nicely this once, who are you?" The man gripped his blades a bit tighter. "Otherwise, things might get messy."

"I am just a man. One who only wished to save someone who had been about to be killed." Ozpin says to the girl and Archer. "What is wrong with simply saving someone?"

The girl said nothing, but still looked at him suspiciously. As if to see if he was lying or not. Though for a moment, her eyes softened when looking at Emiya, then just sighed. "It's best if you leave old man." She then turns and starts walking away. "Fuyuki is about to become...dangerous. While what you did to face Lancer was impressive, no man can face a Servant when they take off the gloves. Go. Before you regret it."

The girl and the man then left, leaving Ozpin and the boy Emiya behind. Her words lingering in Ozpin's mind, and how she stated the danger was to come in Fuyuki. Yet while taking those words seriously, another matter came to mind.

'Fuyuki?' It was getting late, and Ozpin felt tired. Physically he was okay, mentally however he was exhausted. Taking out his scroll, which remarkably wasn't broken, he found no signal. "I suppose I must check out the situation tomorrow."

For now, he just wished to sleep. Grabbing the boy named Emiya, he lifted him and took him back to the house while gazing at the moon one last time. Much needed to be reviewed tomorrow.

Where he was. Why he hadn't reincarnated in another body. His magic acting strangely. The terminology the girl gave him. Not to mention the danger spoken of what was about to occur here in this unknown city he was in.

So many questions, and yet no given answers.

Entering the house, Ozpin eventually found a room with blankets and a bed, and placed the boy down on it. Moving to another room where a television and couch is seen. Sitting on it, Ozpin closed his eyes, and let himself sleep for the night. Yet even when he closed his eyes, and fell into a slumber, Ozpin knew. Knew that once more, he would have to endure another task of difficulty.

With the only question left unsaid, can he handle it?

"Oh." In the darkness of an underground room, full of worms and the like. A dark chuckling could be heard, as the lone figure who has long since given up humanity, gave a twisted grin. "This...this is.."

That man.

He shone brightly, so brightly.

A body that was old, and while slowly decaying like any other body, he saw. He saw.

"His soul." All the disgusting creatures inside squirmed excitedly, representing the figure's mood as he used his familiar to look upon the man sleeping. "Yes...his soul will be perfect."

Where inside the room, a young girl with no clothes stared at the mass of worms with empty eyes as always.

Let's get a few facts straight before the whiners come.

1) Lancer nor the other Servants have NOT been nerfed. They can kick Ozpin's ass easily, but like the manga and anime, Lancer held back if only to see how Ozpin fight like he did when he met Shirou and tested him a bit. Nothing more than that.

2) Ozpin is NOT a Servant. I'll be clear here and now, while I do have plans for Ozpin becoming a Servant, at this moment, not yet. And no, I didn't suddenly make him OP either. I'm sure some of you will complain, 'Then how did he hurt Lancer?' The answer is actually more simple than you think. Just as Shirou breaks the rules whenever an aurthor sends him to Remnant to wreck havoc, the same will be applied to Ozpin as the rules of Nauverse affect him in a very 'unique' way.

Here's one of the hints: His age.

3) Ozpin's power and situation is going to be a headache for those who learn his history.

In any case, this story will pretty much just be as the summary is. Ozpin wandering this new world, facing dangers that will baffle him just as he will confuse others with his powers, while he and Shirou work together in a way that will benefit them both, while the two uncover and learn more of the Holy Grail War and what is to come. As for those now wondering if Shirou will summon Saber...*shoulder shrug*, who knows. We might just get something new. :)