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Chapter-{1}

The blood of War.

[1]


"The war...it should've taken at least 2 weeks more doesn't it ?, then why is this happening now." Shirou said stoically to himself kneeling next to a wall where there were marks, of weapon that did not belong to the modern era.

He was currently inside an abandoned building, it's construction was left unfinished due to it's illegal papers.Only few drunkards or less than savoury people here during the night.

Shirou rubbed his fingers over the scorch like marks from a blade, from what he could gleam...a spear with an unnatural shape ?...And it's mana's remnant still pulses..

His stoic face showed nothing but he was feeling really suspicious and more importantly concerned.

BOOM!

Suddenly, his reflex acted quick as he rolled down to the other pillar supporting building as a magical wave crashed down where he was formerly kneeling.

"Oh, such a fine reflex, I didn't expect that." A voice that was in static called out, it was of male and had a certain weight in it.

Shirou's demeanour didn't match his expression, despite having his stance rolled into a defensive state his face remained stoic.

"Me, neither. Fufufu~, how interesting for a mage in this pitiful era to have such an amazing aroma...?" this was a female voice, and it was not static like the other one and had been as if she was close,he noted.

Or maybe, a little too close. His piercing gaze met the shadows.

"Oh my, such an pleasant surprise?, he could notice me?."

From, underneath shadow a woman rose she was a beautiful woman with long pink hair, blue-green eyes and fair skin. Notably, her ears are pointed, giving her an elf-life appearance. She wears a golden tiara, a light tunic with a short skirt, and gladiator sandals. She also had bird like wings, perhaps, a falcon, he presumed.

In his mind curses rung aloud as he knew that he was dead, this was bad.

He knows what this woman is...a Heroic Spirit. Or more specifically, a Servant.

He was currently in front of a Servant.

And that meant that this is a really bad situation.

Quickly, his mind formed several strategies for defeating this woman, and found it to be null. Despite his unusual circumstances he was sure he couldn't defeat a legend that had stepped out of the myth from the dead. Perhaps he could give an low ranking Servant, say, Assassin run for his money, though defeating much less killing one is entirely out of his league.

However, this Servant suddenly stepped back, as if reeling back with shock, when she looked at him.

"Lord Hades!...no..that isn't him, he doesn't realise that aura of death that even Zeus himself fears...still such resemblance" She muttered as she for a second felt her knees wobble seeing this human's face that suddenly overlapped with another however, with crimson eyes and deathly presence.

Shirou was unable to understand what this Servant muttered but he wasn't interested since he used this godsend opportunity to make the escape.

He Reinforced his legs, as usual muscles groaned against the sheer abuse he put in them, however, pain had no longer bothered him because emotions had burned within that fire for he was born.

"Assassin, the magus has escaped!, end him, we cannot have an unknown variable." the unknown Master commanded.

"I suppose this could entertain me well.." the woman smirked as the falcon wings flapped gently however, was able to follow the young magus who zipped away like a black blur.

Shirou ran like hell as he blitzed past half left construction Works inside the building and often using [ Kette ] a magical steel vine to topple these item onto the Servant and keep her busy, alas they were Servants, even E-Rank status had power that far surpasses even the most powerful human, even with lesser magical enchantment could never hope to achieve.

"Interesting use of Reinforcement." The woman commented as he quickly twisted himself to avoid the the rain of rather sharp feathers. A few managed to get a knick at him drawing blood.

He had been stupid to get caught right into the enemy's hands. He thought as he slipped under the metallic sheet before catching the rope to swing onto the other side of the building, and also knocking a construction used set of steel bars onto the Servant.

CRASH!.

"Argh." he groaned feeling pain before getting up and ran down the stairs.

His body was screaming with pain, however his mind was well within the intention of getting off this place as fast as soon.

He finally reached the ground floor where he left his motorbike and his bag.

THUD!.

He stopped abruptly not to become a red paste on the ground where a man-sized rock fell, thankfully not doing anything his dearest vehicle or the bag.

"My, my how rude are you to run away from a lady?" This witch's cruel voice resounded as Shirou quickly flipped over the rock as a ring of energy swept where he stood, charring the ground.

He quickly rolled over his bike clawing at the bag before searching for something that could distract this witch.

Fishing out the Remington 870, an old possession of his foster grandmother, he pumped 870 while also actively using Reinforcement on ithe shot a bullet right at her chest.

BAM!!.

"Argh!, What an annoyance is this!." The Servant muttered as she felt the shot as the metal hit her good, at least as much as good firearm would be to a Heroic Spirit.

Despite the fact the shot did nothing other than pushing back Heroic Spirit, he grinned.

Time to do the magic.

Gold eyes turned crimson as suddenly the Servant got goosebumps, just seeing the resemblance, however more from the shadowy red ripples that started to appear around him.

"Trace: On" " Overflow."

BOOOM!!.

SKRRCCH!!!

Several blades was shot at her along with a crimson angry bullet that burst out from the maw of the shot gun that suddenly gained inscriptions on each sides.

" Jesus Christ is in Heaven now~"

Atleast, this is better than the pet God of Death, Thanatos bursting out from his behind. She thought wryly as she flew smoking into the wall.


Author's Note:

SentinalSlice: Thanks for showing me the error and yes I think you're a bit right. Thing is Shirou's more or less a fae, or

TheSlySage: About, the competent thing or Miyu Shirou at that, well, actually you're right, basically this is what Shirou would be with a Kiritsugu that did not say something about his "hero of justice" thing. Though it ended making him hollow and empty almost like Kirei but with the help of Taiga, Miyu, Kiritsugu's help he's got past his empty self, though he still does not allow expressions and emotions in him, much. Other than Miyu, Taiga and Sakura or the dead Kiritsugu no one is able to make him feel anything of an emotion, making him different from any other Shirous.

Though Shirou tries to emulate emotions if not for trying to "track" his "humanity" which he has lost during the fire.

[ Edit: This is reposted ;) ]