Shirou- No. Jon Snow, steeled his gaze as he clutched his small wooden bow. He was now a boy of seven name days. Seven long years, and he had long grown accustomed to his new life as the son of a high lord. But he refused to remain idle, he had become aware of how strong the human body could grow to become.

So when he turned seven, he had pestered his lord father for days… weeks- months to let him begin his training early. His father refused at first, but his adamant pestering, coupled with his trueborn brother, Robb joining in, made their lord father cave in. It was also then that Jon activated his magic circuits.

All he could say was that he took to fighting like a fish swimming in water. Prodigy they stated, but he knew the truth. In his previous life, with every new weapon he traced and analyzed with his unlimited blade works, he somehow gained the ability to understand part of the fighting style of the owner of the original weapons'. His arsenal of weaponry had reached an uncountable amount during his battle with Archer- his alternate future self? No- he would never become him. But still, during his fight with Archer, there was some link that enabled him to connect with the servant. As every time they clashed blades, he became better, his capabilities and skill grew sharper, and his inner world grew larger.

He remembered the fight as if it was yesterday. He remembered Archer touch upon it briefly, a sort of magic that allowed a person to master old skills by communicating with selves from past lives by letting them possess you. But in his case, it worked in reverse, as he somehow learned the skills and capabilities of a future alternative self. Giving him a portion of Archer's skills and insights that took him countless years, perhaps hundreds to thousands of years to develop. After all, a counter guardian was something not bound by time, and could exist to beginning and end, or so it was said.

His repertoire and arsenal only further boosted with his fight against Gilgamesh, where he had to analyze thousands upon thousands of different noble phantasms so he could create a copy to compete with the king of heroes.

In the end, despite the fact that he probably would never want to fight these servants of his own free will, he had benefited greatly with his short battle with the archer class servants. As soon as he was able to use his magic circuits and od, Jon began to dive into his inner world, his world of unending swords, gaining the ideas and insights of some of the warriors of his previous life's fighting styles.

He could beat boys several years his senior, but he knew in his heart that if he were to use what little od he had to reinforce himself, he would probably be able to take on some of the less skilled adults. Though he hesitated to test using reinforcement at his age, ultimately deciding to test them out when he had truly grown, at the very least to near the age of his previous life.

For now however, Jon got back to his hunt. It was the 290th year of Aegon's Conquest. The North was recovering as the year before, A rebellion happened. It seemed that one of the great houses, House Greyjoy, rebelled against the crown, with the leader Balon Greyjoy proclaiming himself King of the Iron Islands.

The Stag King, Robert Baratheon, a good friend of his lord father, grew furious as he called his banners. All those loyal to the Iron Throne answered his call, Jon's father being at the forefront. The North band together and with the help of the Westerlands and the king's brother, they were able to squash the rebellion relatively quickly, the war not even lasting a year. The Iron Throne emerged victorious and House Greyjoy faced major losses. Balon Greyjoy's two eldest sons were killed and his only remaining son and heir became a ward to his father as hostage to keep House Greyjoy in line.

He remembered how he had to assure his siblings, Robb and Sansa that their father would be okay. Admittedly he too was quite worried, but his father proved himself to be a capable swordsman. His lord father was even rumored to have slain a legendary knight of the previous Targaryen dynasty before King Robert's rule, a legendary knight with the epithet of 'The Sword of the Morning'. Ser Arthur Dayne, of a house from the kingdom of Dorne. Famous for his house's ancestral greatsword 'Dawn.' Which was said to have been created from the heart of a falling star. A sword on par with valyrian steel.

Jon smiled looking back at it, he had just turned seven a few months ago, his body stabilizing with the opening and activation of his magic circuits. He was giddy and excited with the prospect of being able to analyze his father's valyrian steel sword 'Ice.' For the method of forging such steel was long forgotten, Jon wanted to see if he could be able to glimpse the forging process with structural analysis and recreate it. Childish it may be, but Shirou- now Jon, had never grown out of his fascination with swords. Well, it was his origin and elemental affinity. Even if there was an unlimited world of magical swords and weapons that represented his soul. He grew excited at the thought of learning and adding a new weapon into his arsenal.

Clearing his thoughts Jon tightened his hold on his bow in hand, he got ready an arrow as he saw movement up ahead. Despite the season turning Summer, patches of white snow flooded his vision. As this was the North, and the North was the land of ice and winter, a home to the cold even if it was Summer. Though Jon could see green leaves of the sentinel trees and the grass on the ground, unlike Spring where it was mostly covered in thick snow. He could only imagine what Winter would be like if even Spring and Summer still had a good bit of snow covering the lands.

Jon narrowed his eyes as he saw the ears of a white hare, the color of its fur blending in with the white of the snow. But Jon had strong eyesight and he was quickly able to track it with his eyes, moving ever so slowly, he took aim as he pulled the bowstring back, arrow loaded before he took a deep breath.

"Haah~"

Exhaling slowly, Jon released the arrow. He watched as the arrow had found its target, like with live steel, Jon was also a prodigy in archery. But this time, he liked the praise, as unlike with his prowess with the sword, he knew his skill with the bow was genuine. Built from long practices and hard work in his previous life.

He smiled as he made his way towards the catch. His game looked to be a good size, about as large a turkey. He knew not why this new world of his was so full of mystery and wonder. The seasons' duration were longer than that of his previous world, some animals were bigger than he remembered too, not to mention there were records and tales of creatures he's never heard of before. As well as real evidence of mythical creatures like dragons.

Shaking his head at that, he grabbed his game by the ears and headed back lest his lord father grew worried. He did not go too far, only a bit of a walk from Winterfell, making sure not to go too far where animals like stags or bears lived. He liked to cook his own meals, as he found the meals in this medieval word of his not to his liking. Lacking in spice and flavor.

'I could make some stew with this… or maybe some curry?' Jon thought. He hadn't had curry in a long while. Though he knew that Winterfell had the ingredients needed to cook them. They had potatoes and carrots, as well as grains of rice. Though he was horrified when he learned all they ever used rice for was making tasteless porridge. Since then he decided to keep a stock of grains in his room, about a stock the size of a small bucket. Enough for himself. With Lady Catelyn Stark's dislike for him, Jon knew she didn't want him eating at the table with his lord father and his siblings.

Since he became six name days old, when his father was out at war, Lady Stark told him he was unwelcome at the table. It was then that he started eating in his own room. His lord father was angered when he learned of it when he came back and made Jon know he was always welcome back at the table, which he truly appreciated. But more often than nought he would eat in his room, only going to eat with the family once or twice a week.

It was only recently that he managed to transform part of his room into a small kitchen. With pots and pans, as well as transforming his room's fireplace into a cooking station. He was thankful that in the castle in Winterfell, most rooms had some sort of fireplace or fire pit built so those in the rooms could start a fire to warm themselves.

He merely took advantage of it, using it as a cooking area. His room even had homemade tables and shelves of various containers filled with different containers of spices or ingredients. He liked it as he took solace in one of the hobbies he enjoyed, cooking, even if in this new world he found himself in saw it as girly or craven. He was often teased by Robb or some of the other squires and trainees, but they would face his sword in the training yard. Then they could truly question whether he was truly craven.

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As he neared the castle, Jon couldn't help but marvel at the size of the castle. It was built beautifully and grand, made with dark stone. The walls were tall and sturdy, and he could see some of the towers that were the height of a couple stories.

As he neared, smiled slyly as he saw one Rodrik Cassel with his arms crossed watching him with a raised eyebrow.

He was a stout man, not that he was fat, but with a muscular build that made him look stocky. His hair is of gray and silver, signifying the man's age. But despite that he was still a brilliant fighter and a good commander. He had his beard connected with his sides yet had his chin clean shaven. Added with a mustache, he gave the look of a wise old veteran, which is exactly what he was.

"Jon! There ye are lad!" Ser Rodrik said as he gazed at the game he caught.

"A good catch I reckon?" The man asked as Jon nodded with a grin.

"I only needed one arrow to catch it" He nodded triumphantly. Evidently, he had somehow slightly reverted back, showing childish tendencies. Was this perhaps because in his previous life, he had no memory of his childhood? Jon did not know, but he treasured the fact that he could somehow have another childhood.

"Haha! Good lad, you're becoming finer with the bow. Anyway, your lord father was about to send me to look for ya. Please stop going off on yer own!" The man admonished him, though his tone signified the man was not mad at all, but a bit proud.

Rodrik was one of the people Jon really got along well with, he didn't care if he was a bastard, he genuinely was passionate about teaching him. And that's what he liked about the man, he was genuine. As well as being loyal.

"Sorry Rodrik, but maybe not putting someone that could be bought with food?" Jon said, this time it was him that raised the brow.

"Argh! Who was it this time? Harwin? Donnis? No, Alebelly?!" He asked but showing he was really not all surprised.

"Can't say Rodrik, else next time I won't be able to leave. No one likes snitches" He said with a grin.

"Fine" Rodrik said with a huff, before wrinkling his eyebrows and looking around. "Jon, make sure to save some for me too eh?"

All Jon did was give out a laugh as he nodded. This has been happening since he got caught cooking one time at a pit in one of the courtyards. The fragrance and smell drew in a few people, he remembered he allowed some of them a taste and from then on, one or two people would always ask if he could give them a taste. Which he was more than happy to do, he always found cooking for a crowd to be quite relaxing as admittedly he always made too much food for himself.

Oh, how some disdained that a son of a lord was cooking for others. But yet those same people were watering in their mouths. Shaking his head, Jon walked back to his room. He had to prepare to skin the rabbit and prepare the other ingredients. He needed a portion for about four, one for him and Rodrik. As well as the guards he bribes with the promise of food, Alebelly and Harwin. Though it would seem Alebelly needed a larger portion considering his… weight.

I saw some of the good reviews coupled with the fact that I was re-reading the first book 'A game of thrones', it filled me with motivation. So I went ahead and made another chapter. Here I skipped over the Greyjoy rebellion, if I ever do another chapter, I was thinking of making it another character's pov. Any thoughts? I was planning to make it Ned or Robb.

Also another question, I forgot if it was canon or fanon, but did UBW give Shirou the ability to learn the move set or at least insight on the fighting style of the traced weapon's original owner? I forgot if it was made up from fanfiction or actually canon. And I'm to lazy to check.

Just because I updated this again, doesn't mean it's going to be regularly updated. I'm rereading the book because the first time I glossed over most of it, so now that I'm actually reading it word for word, it's going to take long to update this fic. Plus it's been a while since I seen Fate/stay night.