Hey, I'm back! God the past few days... I tried rolling on the Himiko banner... Got Ganesha and Saito Hajime... Not sure how to think of that...

Now I'm empty on one account, but fortunately I didn't touch anything for my Morgan funds.

Welp...

And for fucks sake Ufotable, where is the Fate route remake? What are you doing at Genshin? They have their own superb animating studio already with Honkai. Genshin can fk off.

elkenn, csjoel74, Logic's a Product of Insanity, Draegoon, Ryu wolf, Toa Solaric, SentinalSlice, well I think it's better if you just read on.

sUbSoNiCSoundwave, glad you like the bits of trolling from Lancer Artoria and the twin gag. Technically Archer does have a deathwish though.

AccelBreaker, well Shirou was hinted to be rich from Kiritsugu's account if I remember correctly. Yes, Sakura is jealous, but only of Saber Artoria since she doesn't really know that the six other counterparts are there.

TheEmeraldMage, YAAAZ, I have a habit of using actor names for fake names for their characters in my fics. Never going to use English voice actor references though in case you're wondering, they don't exist in my opinion. But I may be just a bit extreme.

As for Lancer Artoria not being a hardass, well, she's sort of a mix of FGO Lancer Artoria and Fate route Artoria, so I suppose she would have more of a soft spot for Shirou. And Bunnytoria has shown that she is more than capable of being devious.

Kanon, to my understanding, Archer wanted to kill UBW Shirou the most because he was the closest to becoming Archer himself, and pretty much his past self. Fate route Shirou was similar, but yes, Archer was wounded.

HF Shirou was the least similar to Archer's past self, so I suppose he wouldn't want to kill Shirou in that case because it'd be meaningless.

But yes, the Extra and FGO takes of EMIYA and Gil are the best! I didn't like them in the beginning, but Extra and FGO made me love them.

ArcyNeo, hehehe glad you liked the references. The relationship between Shirou and the Artorias is a bit of a tricky situation, hence you don't see a pairing in the summary. I'm honestly letting it run its course as I write.

I've made preset pairings before, but because the way I write is that I have a brief outline for the plot, and the details can change a lot as I go. That includes relationships.

So for now, the basic idea is an Artoria harem. Sakura is a big might, Rin is leaning towards a no.

And glad you liked my take on Lancer Artoria. It kinda clicked for me when I saw the Lion King story, and I can't remember which fanfic, but there was an FGO story where she remembered Shirou in the Camelot Singularity.

Luckenhaft, Gil will show up soon. As for the gang up, you'll just have to wait for it. I might just do that.

Freedom41, yaaaz, UBW is on its way boi.

LucasBlackCrown, Misaka Phenex, Zoronoa23, thank you for reading this my friends, have another one.

SG, I can't read or speak Spanish (I'm assuming that is the language). So I just google translated. But yes, Lancer calling Saber Ayako was a reference to Kawasumi Ayako. I just love putting Seiyuu references.

Null, glad you liked this story. I'm honestly trying to have a balance of seriousness and the insanity that is the Artoria-fest. It's been sort of hard, since I find myself leaning towards the serious side of things quite a bit. It might be just me though. But yes, I do hope you enjoy what's to come.

So yeah, without further ado, here's the chapter.

Xxx

Shirou blinked at Archer's words, "I'm sorry, what?"

The white haired man stared at him seriously, "I'm here to kill you, Emiya Shirou."

Archer sighed, hanging his head down, "Or at least, that's what I would've said if you didn't have seven Servants at your beck and call."

The redhead blinked, "I'm sorry, I don't follow."

The white haired man glanced past the younger man, before looking at him, "Mind following me? I just want to have a talk, alone."

Shirou stared at the Archer skeptically, before he nodded, "Very well, let me grab my wallet."

Archer simply nodded, knowing full well the young redhead was going to grab a few weapons.

True to his suspicions, Shirou quickly came out from the side of the house, where the shack and dojo were located, carrying a small backpack.

Archer turned and walked away from the house, "Follow me, we'll talk as we walk."

Shirou followed behind the Servant, putting some distance between them, "So, what did you want to talk about?"

Archer answered, "You, Emiya Shirou. I want to ask you about your dream, as someone who commands so much power at his hands."

The redhead furrowed his brows, "What I want?"

The white haired man nodded, "Exactly, what do you aspire to be?"

Shirou sighed, "I guess I want to be a hero of justice, if that's the answer you want."

Archer fell silent, before he asked again, "In what manner? Do you want to save everyone? Or would you kill to save others?"

The redhead answered carefully, "I don't really know how to answer that. But I guess I wouldn't exactly kill to protect others. And I'm not dumb to think I can save everyone. It's just a promise I made with my late father."

The Servant hummed, "I see. You went through training under the Magus Killer, was that right?"

Shirou nodded, "Yeah, he's my father, after all."

Archer nodded, "And what do you plan to do with Illyasviel? To my knowledge, you believed she was dead."

The redhead fell silent, and the Servant glanced back at the younger man, "Emiya Shirou?"

Shirou took a breath, "I don't know. If she's really a fake made by the Einzberns, then it'll be easy."

The young man's eyes turned icy cold, an expression Archer never knew Shirou could make, "I'll kill her."

Archer hummed, "And if she turns out to be your real sister? You'll have killed your last remaining family."

Shirou nodded, "And that's why I will find out the truth. Whether she's my real sister or not."

He glanced back at the direction of his home, "Saber and Lancer seemed to think that she's my sister. If they believe that, then there's probably something going on there."

The Servant nodded, "I see, a logical line of thought."

Archer then asked again, "What about Matou Sakura and Matou Shinji?"

The redhead furrowed his brows, "Why are you asking me all this?"

The Servant stared at him in the eye, "Call it curiosity, or whatever you want. You don't have to answer me if you don't want to."

Shirou sighed, "I don't know. Shinji is one thing. If he got roped in without knowing what this is, I'll help him. But if he joined the war on his own, I won't show him mercy."

The brief hint of anger and disdain in Shirou's voice weren't lost on Archer, which the Servant mentally took note of.

Archer nodded, "I see, and Sakura?"

Shirou closed his eyes, "... I don't know... She is a daughter of the Matou family, I know that. But..."

The Servant hummed, "I see, then a word of advice. Whatever Sakura does, Matou Zouken is aware."

The redhead's eyes snapped open, "What?!"

Archer almost smirked at his reaction, "Yeah, well, I can't give you the details, but that's how it is. Even if she is in the war, well, you should know her better than I do."

Shirou fell silent, and the Servant let out a breath, "But you don't have to have an answer right now, frankly speaking it'd be good if you got taken out just like that. You're not exactly the smallest threat in the war, you know?"

Shirou breathed out through his nose, before he looked at the Archer, "And what about you? What do you wish for? Why are you in this shitty war?"

Archer snorted, "Me? Nothing."

The redhead narrowed his eyes, "Nothing?"

The Servant nodded, "Nothing. I achieved what I wanted to and died, then I became a Heroic Spirit. Therefore I have no wish for the Holy Grail."

Archer closed his eyes, "But if I really had to name one thing I wish to accomplish in this war..."

Shirou's eyes narrowed as he chanted, "Time Alter: Accel."

In a flash, the Servant was in front of Shirou, Kanshou in his hand, but to Archer's surprise, his blade met the barrel of a pistol, while he was met with the muzzle of a very familiar gun.

Emiya Kiritsugu's Thompson Contender.

Archer chuckled, "Color me impressed, I wasn't going all out, but you managed to block that strike and aim a gun at me."

A small cut appeared on Shirou's cheek, as blood streaked down from the small wound. The young man was not amused at all, "What do you really want?"

Archer pulled away, "I just wanted to confirm something. Call it a personal issue. That exchange we had just now just confirmed it for me."

He glanced at the pistol, "Reinforcement, huh? Not bad, to have blocked my blade."

Archer eyed the Thompson Contender in Shirou's hands, "And Emiya Kiritsugu's personal Mystic Code. You truly are different."

Shirou frowned, "Different?"

The Servant shook his head, "Nothing for you to worry about. There's no point in me killing you anymore."

The young man's frowned deepened, "So you were really planning on killing me?"

Archer chuckled, "Before, yes. But you've shown me you're not my real target, not anymore, at least."

Shirou breathed out through his nose, "I see..."

The Servant stared at the young man for a while, and the redhead asked, "What?"

Archer let a small smirk appear on his face, "Try to use Structural Grasp on these, Emiya Shirou."

The pair of married blades appeared in Archer's hands, and Shirou instinctively activated his Structural Grasp, the headache returning quickly.

The redhead held his head in pain as the name of the blades appeared in his mind. He grunted as he spoke out, "...Kanshou... and Bakuya...?"

Archer's smirk made itself more apparent, "Exactly, hopefully that'll be of use to you in the future."

Shirou frowned in confusion, "...Okay...?"

The Servant nodded, before he added, "And Kiritsugu's Origin Bullets, try to use Structural Grasp on them as well. I believe you'll find that to be useful too."

The redhead asked, "How will that be helpful?"

Archer stared at him, a small smirk on his face, "It won't be fun if I tell you the answer. Of course, you don't need to do it if you don't want to."

Shirou simply frowned in confusion, and the Servant in red breathed out, "Well, I guess a hint won't hurt. You and I aren't so different, imagination is pretty much our strongest weapon."

He turned away from the redhead, "I've achieved what I came here for, our chat is over. Do your best to survive, Emiya Shirou."

With that said, Archer vanished in a burst of blue particles, returning to his spiritual form.

Shirou sighed, and he turned towards his house, quickly making his way back to his residence.

(Linebreak)

The next morning, Shirou was back in school, and as he walked, he found himself face to face with Tohsaka Rin's very annoyed face.

The redhead blinked, when she glared straight at him, "You, roof, now."

Shirou blinked as rumors exploded around them, "Huh?"

Rin turned and walked towards the stairs, before she glanced back at him with an annoyed expression, "Now!"

The young man scratched his head as he followed her up to the roof, and the moment they reached the roof, Rin slammed the door shut and put on a small field around them.

Shirou blinked when he felt the privacy field take effect, "Did something happen, Tohsaka?"

Rin glared at him, "You bet something happened! I LOST!"

The redhead blinked, "I'm sorry, what?"

The twin tailed girl growled, "I LOST!"

Shirou's eyes widened, "Wait, you lost your Servant? You lost Archer?"

Rin scratched her head roughly, "No! I lost the extra Saber! SOMEONE SUMMONED IT BEFORE I COULD!"

The redhead smiled awkwardly, "Oh..."

The girl slumped, "And I went so far to prepare a catalyst..."

Shirou blinked, "A catalyst? What kind of catalyst?"

Rin glared at him, "Why do you care?! If it wasn't for someone! I WOULD'VE GOTTEN THE CATALYST IN TIME!"

The redhead chuckled sheepishly, "I'm sorry? I guess?"

The girl sighed, and she reached into her pocket, taking out a piece of metal, "This, it's a fragment of Nero Claudius' throne. I spent a fortune to get my hands on this with express delivery."

Shirou instinctively used Structural Grasp on the fragment, and he felt a dull headache as the piece of the throne revealed it's history to him.

An emperor that wielded a sword of flames and roses.

An emperor that loved her people, but was hated for it.

An emperor deemed a tyrant because of her love for her people.

The redhead tried his best to ignore the increasing headache as he looked away from the fragment, focusing on his friend.

Rin tightened her grip on the fragment, her face turning into a snarl, "I even had to bow down to that witch of a blonde to get it..."

She growled, "Now that's all gone to waste!"

Shirou smiled forcefully, "Sorry to hear that..."

Rin snapped her head at him, and she stormed up to his face, "And it's all your fault! You hear me! First you summon a Saber yourself, then another 6 Servants! Yet I'm stuck with an Archer! Then someone gets an extra Saber!"

The redhead just smiled awkwardly, "I mean..."

The girl cut him off, "You owe me one! Okay?! One favor! Anything!"

Shirou scratched the back of his head, "If it's not too over the top, I guess..."

Rin nodded, "Of course! Who do you think I am?"

The redhead sighed, "Okay, I guess that'll be it."

The twin tailed girl smiled, "Glad we've reached an understanding then."

Shirou scratched his head, "Sooo, we done here?"

Rin nodded with a satisfied smile, "Yep! I'll see you after class then, Emiya-kun."

With that said, she took down the privacy field and left for her class. Shirou sighed as he looked at the door, "She's had it rough huh?"

He sighed in exasperation as he went back to his class, but before he could step through the door, his head ached.

Shirou grunted as he held onto the frames of the door to stand upright, as his ears rang.

"Steel is my body, and fire is my blood..."

The redhead grunted as the headache faded away slowly, and he shook his head, walking down the stares, hoping he wouldn't have to deal with anything else.

Shirou closed his eyes, feeling the amusement from the six Servants in astral form nearby.

The reason was simple.

His classmates were bugging him about two things.

"Hey Emiya, who were those two blondes yesterday?"

"They were really pretty!"

"Are you dating any of them?"

"No, he's dating Matou's sister, isn't he?"

"Can you introduce them to me?"

"What's going on with you and Tohsaka?"

"Right? She never asks anyone to go to the roof! Hell, I don't even think she goes to the roof!"

"So like did she confess or something? Did you confess?"

"Are you two going out now?"

Shirou jinxed it, he really did.

He had forgotten that the whole student body had witnessed him leaving school with Lancer and Saber. Shirou was no fool, he was very much aware of his Servants' beauty.

If circumstances were different, whereby he wasn't in a battle royale to death, any man would be happy to be in his position.

Then there was Rin's case. The school idol had wanted to lash out and let out her frustrations.

She obviously hadn't done it in a subtle way, but Shirou supposed subtlety wasn't the first thing on her mind at the time.

Which lead to his current predicament.

Highschool students, especially in his school, were nothing if not suckers for gossip.

"Alright, let's leave him alone! It's Emiya's private life, whatever he wants to tell us, he will tell us."

Issei's voice rang through the class, and everyone quiet down.

One random student yelled, "Don't be a party pooper prez!"

Issei leveled him a stern gaze, "If you wish to find out, then perhaps talking to Tohsaka or Emiya's lady friends would be more ideal, wouldn't you say?"

The student fell silent, and Issei spoke out aloud, "Now get to your seats! Class is starting soon."

Everyone realized that was true, and it was homeroom period too. They had the unfortunate pleasure of having Fujimura Taiga as their teacher.

As the students went to their seats, Shirou gave his friend a small smile, "Thanks, Issei."

The blue haired young man smiled, "Anytime."

The redhead nodded as his friend went to his own seat. And as they waited for Taiga to enter the class, Shirou looked around the class.

He blinked when he noticed someone absent from the school, 'Huh, Shinji's not here?'

That was a surprise. Matou Shinji, despite his faults, did his best to be an exemplary student.

He scored relatively high in exams and never missed class unless absolutely necessary.

Which also brought something else to his mind. Sakura had called this morning saying that she couldn't come over for breakfast.

Shirou breathed out through his nose. That would be something to think about later.

A series of loud footsteps reached his ears, and he almost smiled, for he knew what was to come.

Almost.

The footsteps grew louder, and the door slammed open, "I AM HERE!"

Fujimura Taiga crashed through the door once more, sliding straight into the classroom at her desk. Except she was doing a dab.

A random student yelled out, "Tiger-sensei! Dabs are outdated now!"

Taiga turned her gaze robotically to him, "Is that so?"

The student's face paled when he realized his blunder, "W-wait! I'm sorry-uaghhh!"

His screams of agony was quickly followed by a round of laughter from his peers.

(Linebreak)

Later that day, Shirou walked towards the gates of the school. There were a few things on his mind.

One, Matou Shinji wasn't here for school, same for Sakura.

The other was that he hadn't seen Mitsuzuri Ayako for the entire day as well.

Archer's words rang in his mind, and his jaw tightened. He'd hate it if he had to deal with his long time friends because of the war.

But with his E-Rank luck, that would remain to be seen.

Shirou blinked at that line of thought, 'E-Rank? Where did that come from?'

"Shirou, is there anything wrong?"

Assassin's voice caught his attention, and he shook his head, whispering, "No, it's nothing. Just something that came to mind."

Archer asked, "Do you need anything, Shirou?"

Lancer nodded, "Of course, we'll try to help where we can."

The young man shook his head again, walking towards the gates again, "Nah, it's fine. I'll try to get early dinner for all of you, Fuji-nee and Sakura are coming over tonight I believe."

The excitement he felt from the six Servants was more than enough to put a smile on his face.

But right before he could step out of the school compound, a certain weight suddenly made itself known, and Shirou stopped in his tracks.

Caster spoke up, "Shirou."

The redhead turned back to the school, and he suddenly noticed that he was alone at the gates, "Yeah, I know. Someone's here."

Shirou frowned, "And I didn't bring any weapons..."

He clenched his fists, making a mental note to always bring a gun at least, even to school, from now on.

But first things first, Shirou was sure there'd be other people at school, and the Bounded Field that appeared did not seem friendly at all.

The young man spoke out quietly, "Get ready, we have company."

The six Servants nodded, and Shirou walked back towards the school building.

But before he could enter the building, a loud scream reached his ears, catching his attention. Furrowing his eyebrows, Shirou broke into a sprint, making a dash for the direction.

Soon, he spotted a single girl on the ground, and Shirou immediately dashed towards her, "Hey!"

The redhead's eyes widened when he actually took a look at her. Her skin was pale white, and she was barely breathing.

Caster Artoria immediately materialized beside her, "This is bad... She's been drained dry, she barely has any prana left."

Shirou glanced at her, "Can you help her?"

The blonde nodded, "I can, give me a second."

Chastiefol appeared in her hands, and Caster Artoria held it over the girl, replenishing the girl's prana.

As she did that, Shirou felt something on his left, and he turned to look at the direction.

A small distortion in space, and the sound of the wind.

Those were his only warnings, before Assassin suddenly appeared before him, her sword parrying a chained spike.

Heroine X glanced at her Master, "Shirou, you good?"

The redhead nodded, "Go."

The Assassin nodded, before breaking into a dash towards the direction of the attack.

As Heroine X charged straight out of the school, she found herself in the middle of a park, more specifically, in the middle of a dense tree area.

The self-proclaimed Saber looked around, and the rustle of leaves caught her attention, before a chained spike shot out at her.

Thinning her lips, Assassin swung her sword, striking the spike away, "Show yourself!"

Again, the rustle of leaves caught her attention, right before a woman clad in black with light purple hair appeared.

Heroine X smirked and blocked her charge with the X-Calibur, "Finally you show yourself, Rider!"

Rider's lips thinned, choosing not to give a response. Assassin scoffed, "What, not gonna say anything?"

Rider breathed out slightly, "I do apologize, but I have nothing to say to you."

The more endowed woman pushed away, before vanishing into the trees. Heroine X scoffed, "If that's how you want it, then I'll play along I guess!"

The Assassin vanished in a burst of speed, and Rider barely held back her surprise when the blonde Servant appeared beside her.

The Rider grunted in frustration as she swung her chains, something that Heroine X easily parried with her sword.

The blonde smirked, "For a Servant, you don't really pack a punch, do you?"

The taller woman breathed out steadily, "Unfortunately, that would seem to be the case."

Rider leaped up, and Assassin followed after her, only find herself surrounded by a web of chains.

The purple haired woman smirked, "A snake has to coil around its prey before we can kill them, no?"

Heroine X scoffed, "Tis but a party trick!"

She summoned her second sword and spun, destroying all of the chains before chasing after Rider.

The Greek Servant grunted and opted to kick at the Assassin instead, and for a moment, she managed to hold Heroine X back.

The Assassin Servant grunted as she held back against the Rider class Servant, and with a burst of prana, she pushed the opposing Servant back.

Rider let out a breath as she landed on the ground, something mirrored by Assassin.

Heroine X glared at the opposing Servant, "So you're the one who set up the Bounded Field, Rider?"

The purple haired Servant nodded, "Now that I've been exposed, I guess I can't deny it. You'll have to excuse me for taking such measures. Unlike yourself and Archer, I am not exactly gifted with a talented Master."

The blonde Assassin scowled, "And you prey on innocents?!"

Rider sighed, "I would avoid it if I could, but again, my current Master is rather... shall we say despicable, would be the correct word."

Heroine X snorted humorlessly, "Then how about we end this here? I'll put you out of your misery."

The purple haired woman chuckled, "I would, but I still have something left for me to do here."

With that said, Rider dashed forward, swinging her chained spikes at the blonde Servant, but Heroine X easily saw it coming and bat them aside.

The Assassin scoffed, "It's useless! I've seen through your every movement!"

Her X-Caliburs glowed with power, "With the power of my Galactic Meteor Sword, I can (not at the moment) destroy stars themselves! Your flimsy spikes won't stand a chance!"

Rider hummed, "Is that so?"

The purple haired woman was about to say more, but she paused, before sighing, "It would seem my Master wants me to leave. I suppose that's fine as well, since we accomplished what we wanted today."

Assassin's eyes narrowed, "You're not going anywhere!"

She dashed forward, only to hit air as Rider vanished into her astral form. Heroine X scowled, before she asked, "Shirou, the enemy is Rider, she just left, should I chase after her?"

Shirou's voice came back, "No, it's fine. You chased her away, right?"

The Assassin nodded, "Yes."

The redhead responded, "Good work, we don't need to be hasty. We have the advantage in numbers. If the enemy approaches us, then we'll engage, but for now, leave it."

Heroine X nodded, "Got it, I'll head back over now."

(Linebreak)

Later, Shirou and the six Servants reached home, and he quickly spotted Saber sitting patiently in the living room, "Oh hey, Saber."

The blonde knight opened her eyes, "Master."

The six counterparts materialized around their shared Master, and the Saber asked, "How was your day?"

Shirou smiled, "Not bad, Assassin fought Rider, it would seem that Rider was the one who put up the Bounded Field."

The blonde hummed, "I see..."

Assassin huffed, "See, I actually managed to do something, unlike Sabers."

Berserker puffed her cheeks and poked Heroine X in the sides, "Don't be rude, X-san... She is still the original... sort of..."

Heroine X simply huffed and sat down at the tatami table.

Shirou chuckled, "Now now, I'm going to start on dinner soon, we're having sukiyaki tonight."

The seven of them perked up, and Archer's eyes gleamed, "Sukiyaki?! I've never had that one before!"

The other six nodded, Assassin nodding more vigorously than the others.

Shirou chuckled, "You'll love it. It's simple, but quite delicious without much work needed."

He opened up his fridge, "Now I just need to check if we have enough for the ten of us."

Saber spoke up, "Oh right, Taiga wanted me to let you know she won't be coming over for dinner tonight. She has something to sort out. Only Sakura will be coming over, but I believe she will be late as well."

Shirou blinked, "Oh, I see."

The redhead hummed, "Well, I'll just make her portion later then."

The seven hungry gleams from his Servants were the only answers he received, much to his amusement as he brought out the ingredients.

(Linebreak)

After showering, Shirou sat in the shack, staring at the case with the Thompson Contender and the Origin Bullets.

He hadn't needed to use any of them so far, and he was fortunate to have not needed to.

They were the last reminders of Kiritsugu, something that would intimately put him close to his late father.

Archer's words rang in his head, and Shirou pulled open the case, revealing the gun and the bullets.

Letting the flow of prana take place in his circuits, the young man activated his Structural Grasp.

"Trace on.."

In an instant, the blueprint of the Thompson Contender revealed itself to Shirou, and he felt a dull headache as information from the Thompson Contender entered his mind.

And for the first time, Shirou's eyes widened when he felt the history of the gun reveal itself to him.

The battles Kiritsugu fought using that specific gun.

The battle against Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald, the battle against Kotomine Kirei.

His father's tactics, line of thought, everything revealed itself to Shirou.

Everything that happened to and with the gun showed themselves to him.

Shirou turned his head away from the gun, not wanting to see more of the history of the gun, "W-what was that?"

He breathed heavily, not realizing the beads of sweat that were streaking down his forehead.

He fell back onto his butt, breathing heavily, his mind racing as he thought of what he had just been shown.

Kiritsugu's battles.

They were the memories of the Thompson Contender, and by extension, some parts of Kiritsugu's life before adopting Shirou revealed themselves to the redhead.

That also included his decision to destroy the Holy Grail and Irisviel's death.

Shirou clenched his fists as he realized Kirei had been the one to kill his adopted mother, and he took a deep breath, making a mental note to make preparations.

Putting the gun down, the redhead glanced at the rest of the Origin Bullets in his possession, and once more, he activated Structural Analysis.

This time, the pain wasn't as bad, and the history of the bullets revealed themselves to him.

Natalia Kaminski.

The woman who helped forge those bullets, the woman who was like a mother to Emiya Kiritsugu.

And the woman who Emiya Kiritsugu killed to save many many more.

Shirou put the bullet back into the case, taking another deep breath.

Now he knew why Kiritsugu always seemed to feel nothing. He had killed too many in his journey of being a hero of justice.

There were only a few things that truly brought happiness to the late Magus Killer.

All of them had been killed off, and the two most important people by and because of him.

No, not all.

Shirou corrected himself, as his mind went to the young girl that looked exactly like his older sister.

If his Servants were right, then he still had one last living family remaining.

The redhead let out a breath, before glancing back at the set of weapons, 'What had Archer meant by that?'

Imagination is our strongest weapon.

Shirou was sure Archer and himself were nothing alike. He frowned, and his mind went back to the basics.

What did he have?

Innate Time Control, made possible by his father's magic crests, otherwise known as Time Alter.

He was proficient in Structural Analysis, and along with that, basic magecraft that would be of use anywhere other than battle.

Amongst all that, there was one that heavily relied on imagination. A high tier magecraft that was for all intents and purposes useless.

Projection.

Most of his projections in the past had been hollow, with one exception, or rather two.

Blades and weapons. While fragile, they were more solid than his other projections.

Shirou's eyes widened in realization, and he looked at the gun and bullets. If that was what Archer had been telling him, then it changed a lot of things.

Clenching his fists and grinning in excitement, Shirou held his hand out, 'Not even finishing with Time Alter, and here I am with this bullshit.'

Tightening his jaw, he spoke out that same aria for what had to be the thousandth time.

"Trace... ON!"

His magical circuits flared, and his magic crest too responded, as prana filled his body, focusing into his palm.

Judging the concept of creation.

Memories of how the Origin Bullets came to be filled his mind. Natalia's decision to help Kiritsugu, and the latter's decision to support the former.

Hypothesizing the basic structure.

The bullet's basic structure showed itself in his mind. The blueprint of the object appearing in his mind, dismantled into every individual part.

Duplicating the composition material.

Imitating the skill of its making.

Every single detail of the process appeared in his mind, from having Kiritsugu's ribs removed, to having them ground to dust and formed into the shape of bullets.

Sympathizing with the experience of its growth.

Reproducing the accumulated years.

All the years, the bullets staying with the Magus Killer. Thirty eight bullets, thirty eight targets. The remaining sat in the case, their journey continuing with Emiya Shirou.

Excelling every manufacturing process.

The image of the final product showed itself in his mind, every single detail reproduced in the image.

Prana crackled in Shirou's palms, and a single bullet formed itself in his hand.

Shirou panted, having exhausted his concentration into recreating the bullet, but despite all that, he was grinning widely.

Running a brief Structural Analysis on the bullet, the redhead's grin widened.

He had done it.

Shirou had successfully recreated an Origin Bullet, a Mystic Code that was one of its kind.

Granted the quality of the bullet was lower than the original, and the bullet was slowly but surely disappearing from Gaia's influence, but its properties were definitely there.

It also meant one thing.

Shirou didn't exactly need to use Kiritsugu's original bullets in battle. All he needed to do was project one.

The redhead glanced at the gun, and he reached for it, until a voice reached his ears.

"Master? Is anything wrong?"

Shirou turned to see Saber standing at the door, with the other Servants behind her, "Oh, you're all here?"

Lancer smiled, "Saber was curious what you were doing, Shirou. She felt magecraft from the shack."

The redhead turned to the copy of the bullet in his hand, "I was just practicing, and I made some pretty good progress."

Rider Artoria raised an eyebrow, "Oh, is that so?"

Shirou nodded, "Yeah."

He showed them the bullet he had projected, and Saber blinked, "A bullet?"

Caster Artoria's lips curved upwards, "No, not just any bullet. This is a Mystic Code, is that right, Shirou?"

Saber blinked again, "You... made a Mystic Code?"

Shirou chuckled, "No, I didn't make this."

Caster Artoria finished off, "You projected it, I'm impressed."

Lancer oh'd in realization, "So you Traced a Mystic Code, Shirou?"

The redhead blinked, and he chuckled, "Trace... yeah, that sounds nice, yes. I Traced Kiritsugu's Origin Bullets."

Berserker hummed, "A higher version of Gradation Air, or Projection... Tracing... Sounds nice..."

Shirou nodded, "Yeah, it does."

Saber blinked, "Wait, Kiritsugu's... Origin Bullets?"

The redhead nodded, "This will be a very efficient weapon in fighting enemy Masters. Hell, I think it might work for Servants as well."

The blonde knight thinned her lips, "I am unsure how to feel about that."

Shirou shook his head, "Of course, it'll be something I'll only use unless necessary."

Origin Bullets didn't exactly worked on Kirei, after all, he needed something else.

No, wait...

His head snapped at Caster Artoria, "Caster, do you know how to check someone's Origin and Element?"

The twin tailed blonde blinked, "Yeah, I guess."

Shirou stood up, "Can you check mine? Kiritsugu's Origin was Severing and Binding, and his bullets cripple magi."

Lancer had a complicated look on her face, "You... wish to produce your own Origin Bullets?"

The redhead nodded, "If I know what my Origin and Element are, then we can figure out a plan of attack."

Assassin stared at him, "We can handle that part, Shirou. You don't need to go that far."

Shirou shook his head, "No, we don't. But in case I can't call on any of you-"

"Sword."

The seven looked at Caster, who had an unreadable expression on her face, "That is your Origin and Element, Shirou."

The redhead blinked, "Oh."

He blinked again, "Wait..."

The twin tailed blonde smiled, "You always found working on blades to be easier, right?"

Shirou nodded, "Yeah."

He looked at the bullet in his hand, "So that's why Archer showed me Kanshou and Bakuya."

The seven Servants blinked, "What?"

The redhead looked at them, "Oh yeah, I didn't tell you that part, did I?"

Lancer sighed, "That man... Seriously... What is he thinking?"

Archer closed her eyes and nodded, "Agreed..."

Saber blinked, "I'm sorry, I don't follow."

Caster shook her head with a sigh, "Then Shirou, perhaps trying to Trace those blades might prove to be more useful before we move to the Origin Bullets."

Shirou thinned his lips, "Perhaps..."

They were about to continue, when they all felt someone at the entrance of the house, and Caster looked at the direction of the gates, "It's Sakura... She's just standing at the door?"

Shirou dusted his palms, letting the Origin Bullet fade away as he quickly put his weapons away, "I'll go get her."

The redhead walked towards the door, as the six Servants vanished into their astral form, with Saber following him.

Soon, he saw Sakura standing at the door, "Sakura, why are you just standing at the door?"

The purple haired girl looked at him, and an uneasy expression appeared on her face when she saw Saber, "Senpai."

Shirou smiled, "Come on in, have you had dinner yet?"

Sakura gripped her bag, "Senpai, can we talk?"

The redhead blinked, "Hmm? Sure, what did you want to talk about?"

The purple haired girl glanced at Saber, "Can we talk alone? It won't take long."

Saber closed her eyes, before she nodded, "I'll be inside."

The blonde closed the door behind her, as the six other blondes too followed their Saber counterpart.

Shirou looked at her, "So, what did you want to talk about, Sakura?"

The purple haired girl looked at him, "For tomorrow... can you not go to school, Senpai?"

The redhead blinked, "Huh? What, why?"

Sakura looked away, "Just... please..."

Shirou furrowed his brows, a sense of dread filling his chest, "Sakura, what's wrong?"

The purple haired girl closed her eyes, clenching her fists so hard that they were shaking, "...Please... I've never really asked you for anything before... Just this once... Please don't go to school just for tomorrow..."

The redhead let out a breath, and he made a decision, praying that he wasn't right for once.

Archer's words rang in his mind, and Shirou started, "Sakura..."

"Are you a Master?"

XXX

DONE. That's the chapter.

I'll be working on the next chapter soon, and I'll be rewatching Heaven's Feel to figure out how I'm going to deal with our Angry Mango and bug geezer.

So yeah, until then.

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