Once upon a time, there had been a man. A simple man. One born in a world of magic and monsters. Where the Gods ruled them all, and yet mankind flourished even with the monsters and bad men prowling around.

A world where humans lived like any other.

Choosing to live a simple life with a family, business, or ruling a kingdom.

Others who chose the side of evil. Robbing. Killing. Doing dark deeds for their own pleasure.

Then there were those who made the choice of being a hero. Those who saved the type who led their simple lives, and protected them.

As there were many villains, there have been many heroes throughout the ages. Yet despite these heroic figures, there have been but a few that could be remembered as legends. Though one man, even before his death, was regarded as a living legend by all. A single man, known as the greatest warrior of them all.

Ozma.

A renowned warrior considered to be of legendary prowess. He was able to best large creatures and challenges where many other warriors could not. People spoke of him where he went, the man traveling with a heart braver than all. With a kind aura that aided those in need, and never for the reward or favor. He was but a man that did the right thing. A true hero.

'And yet...look at me now.'

Gone was the once noble and courageous man. Replaced by someone who at times felt he should give up, and leave the world that has fallen into its current state. The only remnant of the old him, was but the will to continue moving forward. Though that was tough considering he was lying in a pool of his own blood.

'I suppose...this is it.' Ozma, now known as Ozpin, thinks as he sees the blood slowly spreading, eyes looking at a type of pod that contained a woman in it. One he knew as the girl Amber, now simply a corpse in a metal prison. With both her life and power taken away from a woman he now knew as Cinder Fall. One who worked for her.

To think, once again he would die...where he would then be reborn in another time and place, and be placed in the body of another until that person ceased and all that was left of them were just memories while he took over. Just another life for him by this point, and another regret of the life he involved and taken. Perhaps this could have been avoided, if he had just dealt with the task he had been given...instead of foolishly believing his long love had been the same woman, and not the monster she had become.

Turning his head, Ozpin slowly reached out his arm and grabbed the Long Memory, his oldest companion so to say, and one of the few things that remained with him during his countless lives. Hopefully someone can bring back his staff after he perishes.

"I suppose-ku-you win this round...Salem…" Roars and screams were heard, his vision darkened. It became clear that at long last Ozpin's time had come. Shame. While this body was old, it still had more than a decade or so left considering how healthy it was. He never expected Miss Fall to have adapted to the Maiden's powers so easily, not to mention how she seemed to have known a bit of his powers. No doubt her master's doing.

With those thoughts in mind, Ozpin finally closed his eyes and relaxed himself. Feeling the ever familiar tug on his soul. As death once more grasped its hands onto him.

"Daddy."

Tears then came from him, as the familiar voices he always heard entered his soul. Where for a moment, he saw them. Not just the four, who he always saw whenever he entered the world beyond this one, but countless others with them. All of whom who waited, refusing to even move on from the world after death. Eyes seeing four young girls, as death nearly grasped him once more.

"Good luck."

Then again, before his soul could be grasped by death fully, the 'gift' of reincarnation took hold of him, and from there he only saw darkness. Once more he saw his family, only to watch them vanish again. Where as many times as before, his journey continued onward of the impossible goal to unite humanity and stop Salem.

Unable to rest, even in death as the reincarnation took effect. Where then...light came to him.

Death.

That was what he had felt earlier….wasn't it?

Staggering, and in pain, Shirou Emiya lumbered forward as he clutched his left side before falling onto the floor of his own home. Breathing heavily and panting, feeling like he actually died.

'No.' Shirou then thought, as blurred memories came back to him. Memories of a man in blue, and something red stabbing him. 'I'm not imagining this.' Vision of a spear stabbing directly into his chest. 'My heart...it was destroyed...I was…' Shirou sat up, panting even more. "...killed."

And yet, here he is. Alive and breathing again. Having walked all the way from school back home, even if it was painful. Breathing out, Shirou began calming himself. Realizing that despite the pain he had been in, he was alright now. Although, he was certain he'll be having nightmares for a long while. Still, there was one thing that did make him somewhat happy.

"I guess...someone saved me…" Thinking on it, he did recall seeing...someone, just before he blacked out. Seconds before he fell unconscious, Shirou felt as if he saw a person watching over him. The memories were tough to remember properly, considering how difficult it was to stay awake though. However, he did feel like the person was a girl. Maybe.

'I suppose I should thank them, if I ever meet them.' Shirou thought as he touched where his heart continued to beat. Feeling the dried blood on his outfit, which further proved the scuffle he was in. Or in this case, murder attempt.

Regardless, for now he needed some rest. While he felt a lot better now, he still felt some discomfort and just wished to relax now. A good's night of rest should help with that. However, moments before Shirou could move, it was then he heard a noise from above.

"A...burglar?" At this hour? No, wait, of course a burglar would strike at night. Yet just as Shirou considered this possibility, another then came to mind.

"You saw us, so do me a favor and die."

"Him." Shirou then says, eyes widening in a panic. The man in blue that stabbed him came to mind instantly. How he killed him just for watching. If so, then did that mean he knew he lived? Meaning, he was coming to finish the job. Gulping, while frightened, Shirou stood up.

'Calm down,' He told himself while ignoring the phantom pain from his chest, as the dark memory of being stabbed was vivid in his mind. 'This already happened before. Meaning I can't just roll over and let it happen again. I have to...I have to defend myself.'

No way he was going to die pathetically like last time. This time, he was ready.

Fsh!

Or not, as Shirou, who had gotten a pipe to reinforce, moved when he felt a rush of air above and trusted his instincts to avoid it. Which he did.

Slam!

"Uh!" At the cost of hitting the wall due to the immense pressure from the bastards attack. As he tried getting up quickly, he turned and saw the same man from before. Looking at him with annoyance, though not at him, but more as if irritated by what he was doing.

"Tch. What rotten luck, to kill the same person twice now. Jeez." He then got ready to aim his spear at Shirou's heart again. The young magus shivered, as he saw the pointed end of the spear, and his heart feeling pain just from looking at it. The man then moved forward and thrusted his spear while saying, "So long, kid. Try to stay dead this time."

Realizing this was the moment of truth, Shirou moved and tried to defend himself with his pipe. It did little but move the spear away, and even then grazed him roughly at the side of his arm. Yet despite that, the spearman didn't look upset, if anything, interested.

"I see now." He chuckled while looking at the pipe. Or more specifically, what it was infused with. "So that's how you survived. It's feeble...but I sense some magic at work here. So that would make you a magus, right?" He then took a stance. "Care for a fight?"

Shirou smirked.

Crash!

"Like hell!" Then burst through the window nearby that led outside. This dude moved like crazy, and had the advantage at the moment. No way was Shirou facing him in those conditions. So as Shirou stepped outside, he got ready to counterstrike.

With what he could predict, the young teen turned and saw the spear, where he swatted at it with the reinforced pipe. There, he actually managed to move it away from killing him. 'I did it!' Shirou thought excitedly. Thinking he might just live. 'Now I just need to get to the shed, and find a better tool to beat him and-' Alas, as if the spearman would even be defeated by something mundane like a pipe. Because as soon as Shirou turned to face the man, he was gone. "Huh?"

Then he felt his side collapsing as he was kicked all the way to the shed. Blood being coughed from his mouth,and doing what he could to not scream in agony. How, how was this man so strong? No! That didn't matter.

'The shed.' Shirou thought as he then turned to where he had been kicked, getting up and moving into it. 'I...I need a better weapon.'

As for the spearman, he just sighed. "What a letdown." He then walked towards the shed. "Then again, he is just a human." Magus or not, know human stood a chance against him. As he enters the shed, he tells Shirou, "This is the end of the line for you."

"Damn you!" Shirou yells as he grabs a big sheet of metal and tries using it as a shield.

It didn't even slow the spearman down, as his spear turned it into tiny pieces. Shirou falling onto the ground, fear leaking in alongside frustration. Not knowing what to do as the man stood over him with a sense of pity.

"Not bad...you got some wit on you, and you did surprise me." The spearman admits while raising the spear at him. "Heck, you had potential." Shirou's pupils shrunk. Had. Past tense. "Maybe you could have been the seventh…" The spearman sighed, and decided to get this over with. "This time, stay dead."

He then got ready to strike as Shirou felt powerless.

Though moments before the young man could act and release his feelings...another voice came in.

"Stay dead...to say that to someone so young. Quite indignant of you." The spearman then moved where his spear then struck something that didn't break as easily. This got the spearman to narrow his eyes. While it's true he didn't put his back into it let aside use his full power...nothing in the modern world should withstand a strike from his spear.

As for Shirou, the fears and anger held within him were slowly pushed aside. His eyes looking outside, where the full moon was out. Where there standing just a bit away from his would-be murderer...was a middle-aged man with tousled silver hair and thin brown eyes. With a scarf and a suit of sorts, in his hands was a cane of sorts that appeared more as a walking stick than anything else.

"What the." But even then, it was clearly more than that seeing as it withstood a hit from that spearman's own weapon. Still, while grateful that the spearman wasn't going to kill him, he now felt worry for the old man. "You-you have to run!" He then calls out, not wanting the man to die.

"Hm." The old man then smiled. "Run." He then stands proud and tall. "My boy, a Huntsman never runs."

Huntsman?

"Hehe." The spearman then looks at the old man, backing up a bit and raising his weapon. Getting into a stance. "You...you seem a bit different from the boy." He tells what he considers his next opponent. His eyes then narrowed at the man, sensing...something off of him. Especially that cane. Felt unusual. Still, "I don't suppose you're up for a small battle?"

"I doubt I'll be given any choice." The old man shrugged, but took his own stance. "However, you won't see me complaining."

"Good." The spearman grinned. "Any chance you can give me a name? Though don't expect mine, due to personal reasons."

"...just call me Ozpin." Ozpin tells him, as he readies himself.

He had no idea where he was, how he got here, nor why the moon was whole again. However, such questions will have to wait for later. A young teenager needed his help, and he'd be damned if he let another soul die if he couldn't help them.

Just had an idea and decided to write it because it wouldn't leave my mind. Lots of stories have the Big Good Shirou visit Remnant, so why not Big Good Ozpin do the same?

Might update, might not. So maybe consider this a one-shot I guess.