Review Answers

This is to clear up a few things that won't be completely explained, in the story. This Shirou came from a route similar to HF, however, rather than Sakura being the main focus, it was Illya. Ruler, who is Saint Martha (for those who don't know FGO), was summoned by the grail in a last ditch effort to fix itself. I will explain now, since the HGW sections are told mainly through flashbacks and I may not get to show the informative ones until a good deal later in the story, so LIGHT SPOILERS, (not too important to the story). The weapons in UBW are the weapons of a new group of servants that Ruler managed to call forth to combat the corrupted servants of Sakura, as well as shadow servants called by Angra Mainyu within the grail. I know it probably wouldn't work in Fuyuki, but I stole the concept from Jeanne Alter when she summoned servants in the France FGO storyline. She summoned Kagetora, Serenity, Atalante, Ushiwakamaru, and Okita. Medea contracted with Serenity, Illya contracted with Atalante after losing Heracles, Rin contracted with Okita after Archer willingly blackened to protect her, Martha contracted with Ushi, Shirou still had Mordred, and Bazett contracted with Kagetora after Cu sacrifices himself (I will show this scene, its the whole reason his spear is on the hill in the first place). Medea and Mordred, not counting Medusa, were the only two remaining OG servants from the HGW before it went nuts. Shirou ran into Martha two weeks before Heracles was summoned. He then saved Medea after deciding to visit the temple with Martha. The two were big influences on him, even being responsible for his mental trigger. (Of which he has 2 versions, depending on his mindset and situation.) Then he ended up saving Bazett by pure chance, considering she was literally on the verge of death after Kotomine ripped her arm off. The war also lasted a lot longer, the reason why will be explained later. Of course, some of this may not be possible canon wise, I'm trying to make something unique while also trying to stick to canon as much as I can. These things likely wouldn't be explained until later if at all. To clear things up, Shirou uses Clarent, not Excalibur, he only has Excalibur because of Archer, and an image or shell of Caliburn from seeing the dreams of Mordred. This will be predominantly Asia, with Koneko being more of a sister type. Haven't decided on making it a harem, if I do, it'll be small (only two others max, beside Asia and Koneko) and it won't be from the main cast. Maybe Kiyome Abe, we'll see. Shirou won't completely replace Issei. He'll have his own journey that will crossover with Issei's from time to time. I'm open to more questions and reviews. Let know what you think, I'll try to answer what I can, now onto the story.

Chapter 3

Shirou didn't think anyone could ever remind him of the endless stomach that was Saber, yet, Shirone accomplished just that. He let out a sigh, as he grabbed another bento he had prepared and handed it over to her. She quickly grabbed the bento and began to enjoy the contents. Asia giggled at the sight, enjoying the feeling of having a picnic in the park. Shirou himself felt content with the pleasant atmosphere. He felt the two girls deserved a break after the journey from Italy to Japan. He looked up into the sky, remembering the fallen angel who mentioned Kuoh Town to them after their excommunication from the church. Shirou was originally going to ignore the offer, but he had an idea that would end up killing two crows with one arrow.

First, they would act like they accepted, this would keep the fallen from trying to attack them on the way there. Then, all Shirou had to do was wipe out the Fallen inhabiting the church. Second, all he'd have to do was clean it up and the three of them of had a home and Asia had a church that she could use to spread the word of god. The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth when he was reminded of the fake priest Kotomine. Thankfully, Asia was a true believer and was a real nun, albeit a excommunicated nun, but a nun nonetheless. This lightened his mood a bit, imagining the smile that would inevitable run across her face.

Unknown to the three eating, someone happened to be passing by the park at the time. She noticed the same aura she felt from the last night and quickly turned to its source. She saw the person that had been the object of her interest since she first heard about him a year ago. Shirou Emiya, the Crimson Saint, the Sword of the Holy Maiden, and the Knight of St. Martha, were among the titles given to him. She couldn't understand why they chose Saint Martha specifically, but if she had to guess, it had to do with the holy shroud he wore. Souna Shitori, real name Sona Sitri, wasn't exactly sure of who she saw last night, but decided to be safe and asked for any new information from the church. She then learned about the excommunication of the holy maiden Asia Argento, followed shortly by her guardian, Shirou Emiya. Asia was deemed a heretic, and Shirou assaulted a high ranking member of the church, both within days of each other.

There was more to the story obviously, but it wasn't important, considering Asia Argento and her protector, along with his protege, were now right in front of her. She was surprised by the casual look Shirou was sporting, wearing blue jeans, a white shirt, a red hoodie with sleeves rolled up. There appeared to be white stripes inside of a black outline running down the sleeves in a pattern that resembled dragon scales, which she found interesting. She noticed the gold and purple cross hanging from his neck, feeling faint traces of multiple different kinds of magic intertwined with holy energy emanating from it. The same could be said for the strange leather wristband covered in symbols and letters he wore on his left hand. More things to add to the list of interesting things about Shirou Emiya.

She turned her attention to the two with him. Her attention immediately went to the holy maiden, especially her choice of clothing. The dark teal blouse and dress she wore stood out, especially with the white veil. Compared to Shirou, her silver cross was plain, though it did have a trace of norse magic emanating from it. What really caught her eye, was the brown belt/satchel she wore. It was obvious that she kept her bible inside of it, but there was another compartment attached to the side that seemed to radiate an aura of power.

Then, there was the white haired girl. She was something of an enigma, even more so than Shirou, and that's saying something. Unlike Shirou, who has some information regarding his skills and even his personality, next to nothing is known about her. Her name is Shirone Emiya, and from what is known, she is generally quiet and can usually be seen with either Asia or Shirou. Their eye color is similar enough to maybe pass as siblings, which may have been the idea, but no one knows for sure. Unlike the other two, her style was a bit unique, being made up of knee length tights and a light blue skirt that stopped just above her knees, and wearing a white short sleeved pull over hoodie. A black hairband with two small, cat-like, ear protrusions sat on the top of her short white hair. A hair clip in the shape of a black cat accompanying the hairband.

On the ground beside her, was a red cloth sword carrier, something Sona saw worn by the kendo club members occasionally. She could tell that the sword carrier did have something inside of it, and was pretty sure a holy sword was hidden inside of it. She watched the three continue to eat their lunch and enjoy the time they spent together. If she wasn't the student council president, she could have shadowed them personally. Perhaps she'll inform Rias, she was looking for some peerage members to help with her engagement match. It may lift her mood, especially after her plan to revive Hyoudou ended in failure, though she supposed it all worked out, considering he still ended up in her peerage. She let out a sigh, maybe she'll be able to approach him herself later. Kuoh is still her territory, at least half of it anyway, and it would be better to find out if they are friend or foe. As she walked away, she failed to notice the fallen angel flying high above the park.

Shirou and Asia walked side by side through the streets of Kuoh, Shirone sitting on top of Shirou's shoulders, eating a candy bar. The two managing to talk Shirou into taking a leisurely walk around town to look for a home they could buy. The only downside, is that the town was pretty large, reminding him of a slightly smaller Fuyuki. So, despite walking around for a decent amount of time, they only managed to find a few houses that were for sale. None really catching their eyes, but the two girls refused to give up. It was still the middle of the day when Shirou noticed a scent trailing behind them. Shirone tapped the top of his head, letting him know she smelled the same thing. He looked at Asia, who had already turned to look at him, a smile on her face. Shirou reached up, grabbed Shirone by the waist and placed her on the ground. "Shiro, can you watch over Asia for me while I talk with the angel?"

Shirone looked up at Shirou and nodded her head. "Hurry back." Her voice maintaining its usual monotone, though he had spent enough time around her to know she was worried. He gave her a warm smile before patting her on the head.

"Don't worry, I'll be careful this time. You have my word." For a moment, Shirou thought he heard a purring noise, before she quickly stepped back and turned around. Completely missing the slight reddening on her cheeks. "Let Asia know I'll be back shortly." And as soon as he finished, he was off. Shirou quickly made his way to an area away from civilians, ready to speak with the fallen angel. Thankfully, he didn't have to wait long. The fallen angel appeared in front of the fountain. Shirou offhandedly remembered this was where he shot down the fallen from the other night. The one in front of Shirou now, was dressed a lot like the first one Shirou ever saw. A grey trench coat, black pants, but this one had a fedora on his head.

"Ah, you must be the holy maiden's guard dog. I'm Dohnaseek, Mittelt told me about you and the deal that was offered. I was sent to finish the deal." Shirou sighed at the description of him. Every time someone wants to try and insult him, it's always the same thing. Also, seriously, what's with the clothes?

"Guard dog, very funny, very original. Couldn't come up with anything else, Casablanca?" Shirou scoffed. He noticed the narrowing of the fallen's eyes, though took note of the puzzled look on his face. Shirou wanted to let out a disappointed sigh, realizing Dohnaseek didn't get the reference. Granted, he wouldn't have understood either if it wasn't for all the movies Asia and Shirone made him watch after their exile, but the crow didn't need to know that. "Forget it, let's just finish this up, I have a home to find."

"Hmph, very well human. It turns out that we only need the holy maiden, so you and the nekomata can take your leave." Shirou immediately narrowed his eyes, his jaw clenching as he casually revealed he knew about Shirone. Donahseek stood there with a cocky grin on his face, which only served to infuriate Shirou further. "Of course, we all know that you and the cat won't go peacefully, so measures had to be taken, but you don't need to worry about that right now." Shirou's eyes widened at the fallen's words.

'I'm such an idiot, of course it was a trap.' He clenched his fists, berating himself as he remembered the times he protected Asia from multiple attempted kidnappings. 'Fine, if they want to harm my family,' Shirou took a deep breath, relaxing himself. 'then I'll show them how big a mistake it is, to mess with an executor.' It seemed the fallen took Shirou's actions as a sign of resignation and scowled.

"How disappointing, I thought you'd at least put up a fight. We heard you were the hero type and hoped you'd give us some entertainment. Oh well, perhaps its for the best." Dohnaseek raised his hand in the air and called forth his sword of light.

A book, with the image of Rule Breaker on the cover, appeared in Shirou's mind, the book opening and pages flipping rapidly, before landing on a page of glowing light. The magic circuits on his body came to life, his body began moving on it's on. The sword came down to cut him in half. Shirou inwardly grimaced as he began to throw a straight punch towards Dohnaseek's chest, knowing that without his gloves and the runes on them, he'd have to use reinforcement. The fallen's eyes widened at the speed of the punch, not expecting it from a human. He attempted to quicken the speed of his swing but was too late, Shirou twisted the fist into the sternum, followed by his body, putting all of his power into it. The fallen flew backwards, the force managing to push him far away.

Shirou would have preferred if the attack incapacitated him, but his mindset didn't allow him to make full use of the fighting style Martha had taught him. He'd been attempting to merge his triggers lately, but its been slow going. Though, right now, he didn't feel like the holy knight or hero Martha wanted him to be. Instead, he would be the executor, the anti-hero, and the magus that Medea said would be necessary at times. "I am the bone of my sword." blue arcs of energy began emitting from the palm of his hand, his fingers gripping around the now visible handle forming within. The blue energy solidified, revealing a katana with a white grip, a thin, pale blue strip of cloth with white triangles on the edge was tied just underneath the guard. Shirou then lifted the sword up, bringing both hands to grip the blade in the same manner as Okita.

Dohnaseek's eyes widened at the sudden appearance of the sword, as well as the strange feeling the it exuded. It didn't feel like a normal weapon. He shook his head. It didn't matter, he was still only a human, and he wouldn't underestimate him this time. Though, perhaps he'd be able to have some fun now that he was fighting back. He looked from the sword to his opponents eyes, immediately becoming excited upon seeing them. His opponent had the gaze of a hardened killer, the steel present within them was enough to send a shiver down his back. A mad smile creeped onto Dohnaseek's face. "Very good boy, be sure to make..." before Dohnaseek could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a cold voice, causing him to frown.

"Shut your mouth." Shirou's cold and emotionless tone betrayed the growing fury inside of him. "As far as I'm concerned, you aren't worthy of laying your eyes upon this sword, let alone having the honor of being able to witness the technique that's about to kill you." Dohnaseek's eyes narrowed, his expression becoming annoyed at Shirou's words. "But you and the rest of your foolish brethren kidnapped Asia and, more than likely, Shirone. Which tells me that you all are in a hurry to die. I'd rather not keep them waiting too long, so any last words?"

Dohnaseek's shoulders began to move up and down, his hand coming up to his face, before finally a laugh broke out from his mouth. "You humans and your arrogance. It truly knows no bounds. To claim so boldly, that you'll kill me with your secret technique? Truly, pride cometh before the fall." He let out another derisive laugh. "Very well then, let's see who is able to kill who. first." Shirou unblinking, responded in a matter of fact tone.

"You misunderstand, this is not my technique, nor is what I say arrogance. You'll see that what I say, is simply the way things will be." Shirou closed his eyes, and for a moment, he was back in Fuyuki, in his home. More specifically, he was in the dojo. He was covered in sweat and breathing heavy. He struggled to hold up the bokken in his hands, his body felt as if it was screaming at him. "We are done for today," Shirou collapsed to the ground. A soft laugh filled the air. "you're improving at a rapid pace. I must say, I'm impressed you've managed to come so far in integrating my teachings into your sword style." Okita stood across from him, no hint of exhaustion present. Her voice returned to it's usual bubbly and happy tone. She walked over to him, a bright smile present on her face. "You even managed to almost hit me this time! You're speed is definitely improving. You might even manage to use a degraded version of my technique in the future, without needing to trace my Norimune to do it."

Shirou was glad he was exhausted, his blushing cheeks hidden by the redness of his face. He still wasn't used to accepting praise, especially from such skilled swordswoman such as Okita. Despite feeling accomplished. he let out a sigh, "I feel like I'm missing something crucial. Like I'm missing a step or such." Okita continued to smile, even as she gave her reply.

"Well, Shirou, learning shukuchi and then applying it to combat isn't something that just anyone can do." Okita kneeled down in front of Shirou, looking at him in the eyes. "It's not simply being quick, it's numerous different phenomena that connect together before being completed by your body's movements. You've done well with it so far, but remember, there are no short cuts to gaining strength. Continue to train, study, and meditate, and you'll find yourself improving everyday, even if you don't think so." She stood up and held out her hand to Shirou, who promptly took it. She lifted him to his feet, before continuing. "Just remember Shirou, your mind and body must be in harmony, your breathing even, your movements fluid, and your focus concentrated on your target. Everything else will follow."

Shirou opened his eyes, his focus on his opponent. Donahseek was already moving forward at full speed, though, Shirou perceived him moving slowly. The runes placed on his shoes activated, his body reinforcing itself, his altered shroud activating it's passive effect granting him some extra strength. He began his technique, "One silent step,..." he burst forward, to most, he would appear to have vanished completely, "Two steps to infinite,..." he took his second step, and though it was perceived slowly, the surprise that emerged on Dohnaseek's face was evident, "Three steps, a sword absolute!..." though if Okita herself was there, a look of surprise may be on hers as well, for Shirou, if only for a moment, reached a realm where he could have slain a heroic spirit, with a technique he learned himself, and not acquired by his alternate future self.

After practicing for years, tearing his body to pieces, and forcing himself to go beyond his limits, even if it was only for the merest of moments, Shirou could say he perfectly replicated his teachers technique. Dohnaseek only perceived Shirou in front of him for a moment, his sword pulled back ready to strike, before, "Mumyou Sandan-Zuki!" the sound of his flesh being pieced filled the air. He felt three strikes, but only saw one. Blood then burst forth from his chest after the delayed reaction.

He felt forward, managing to speak one final time. "Not yours? Whose?" Shirou didn't move from his position, but turned his head to look at the fallen angel.

"One of my teachers, Okita Souji." Though Shirou still felt disgusted at revealing the technique to him, Okita and Martha did tell him to at least show some respect to those who are dying. Even if that was disputed by Mordred and Medea. He noticed the fallen's eyes slightly glimmer, as if he knew her, followed by a faint smile emerged on his face as he breathed his last breath. The next moment, Shirou planted the sword in the ground as he stumbled, using it to hold himself up. He began to cough up blood violently, akin to his teacher. His organs, muscles, and bones all pushed themselves to the brink, all of them managing to hold themselves together thanks to Martha's shroud along with the enchanted and blessed cross on his neck.

Thankfully, he felt Avalon slowly healing him. He'd have to take it easy for awhile, even if Asia healed him. However, he didn't have much time, he needed to find the girls. He coughed a bit more before managing to stand himself upright. He slowly took of his hoodie, tying it across his waist before altering it to look like the other night. "Trace on." He traced his sleeveless armor, his red and black archer sleeve and a black version of his scarf and hood, since Shirone likely still had his other shroud. The final things he traced was, Tauropolos, which he slung over his shoulder, and a quiver which he placed behind him waist. One of Okita's armguards for his right arm. Three of Serenity's daggers, each coated with poison and attached to the armguard, and finally, her mask. Shirou ignored the pain his body was in, forcing himself to move forward. He needed to make it to the rooftops and from there, track down the last location of the girls. He dematerialized Okita's sword before tracing black keys and, once again, getting rid of the body.

His thoughts then went to the girls, causing his blood to boil in anger. It was time to go to work. Shirou altered the mask's size and placed it on his face. The Knight of Martha, Magus Killer, Archer, and the Blacksmith were all titles given to Shirou by the church. Each signifying something different about him, but when the church had a particularly nasty magus to take care of, or someone whom they felt needed to be a message for others (usually a magus), they wouldn't call Shirou by those titles. They would simply call him 'The Messenger'. A moniker Shirou earned by brutally slaying those who he, and even Medea, found sick, disturbed, and twisted.

Each time, he wore Serenity's mask. It became a trigger for him. He was usually reluctant to don it, always being careful when he did so. However, there were exceptions, such as when you harmed someone Shirou deemed his friend or loved one. Something the fallen angels had done with two girls who Shirou had lived with and cared for, for nearly two years. The message sent after this night was heard loud and clear by all those who caught word of it.

Mumyou Sandan-Zuki translates to "Lightless, Three-stage Thrust."