The first time Shirou ever encountered an Aragami, he was a second year in Kuromatsu High.

It was during the first proper penetration of the Anti-Aragami wall that year.

Aragami hadn't been able to enter recently, as the Defense Team was always on-point with their extermination, and with the addition of the 4th Unit, were rarely overwhelmed. Not only that, but with the incorporation of various strong Aragami cores, including, but not limited to, Deusphages and Psions, the strength of the Anti-Aragami wall was easily able to keep most Aragami at bay.

But that day, the Aragami were somehow able to break through the front gate. It was only two Vajras, and 3 Kongous and Gboro-Gboros. Now, with the amount of people on the 3rd and 4th Unit, this leads to an almost 1 to 1 ratio between God Eaters and Aragami.

But, unknown to the God Eaters, some weak Ogretails had snuck through in the chaos.

That night, Shirou was doing a favour for his old friend Shinji. Cleaning the archery clubroom was what he was doing.

Shirou didn't join the archery club in high school, due to the belief that he had mastered archery in middle school. But after being dragged along with Shinji, he was introduced to the club as a prodigy, and was tested to see if he was worthy of the title.

Making all twenty bullseyes quickly put that discussion to rest.

After having to almost literally fight off the club members asking him to join or teach them, he promised that he would drop by every now and then (once a month) to brush up on the art and give advice to the others.

Moving on, Shinji told Shirou that his grandfather had asked him to come home early for an important discussion, and asked Shirou to help.

Shirou, already willing to help anyone, gladly agreed to aid his oldest friend.

So here he was, finishing up the dojo, before he stood to leave. But his attention was then taken by the sound of an explosion, and roaring.

Running out of the dojo, Shirou looked to the continued sounds of roaring only to see clouds of dust and blue glowing.

Without hesitating, Shirou ran towards the mayhem. After all, what if someone is in trouble? What if someone needs to be saved?

He'll be there. For that is his reason to continue on.

Now at this very moment, the Ogretails that entered the Outer Ghetto were on a collision course with Shirou Emiya. For this was Fate at work.

And E-Rank Luck.

Panting, as Shirou hadn't run that hard or that far ever, Shirou stopped, trying to gauge how far he was from the mayhem.

Seeing that he was only down the road from the ensuing battle, Shirou went to take a step, only to hear...

"Help! Help me!"

A cry for help to his right. A cry for help. Help.

Salvation.

And he was there. To save her.

To be a hero. A Hero of Justice.

Turning to his right, Shirou saw a woman in her late 40's with orange hair in a pink turtleneck. She was being confronted by two Ogretails.

Running towards them, Shirou reached out for a stray piece of wood to use as a weapon. Standing defensively in front of the woman, Shirou raised his makeshift-weapon and waited.

The ogretail to his left made the first move, rushing at him with its head lowered, to try and down him.

Waiting until the Ogretail was right in front of him, Shirou moved slightly to his right, and tilted his stick to the right to try and divert the Ogretail's charge.

Feeling the stick in his hand start to splinter, yet somehow miraculously stay whole, Shirou decided to quickly follow up by swinging his sword upward from underneath the Ogretail's tail.

Breaking the stick, but applying enough force in his strike to put the Ogretail on it's back, Shirou abandoned the broken remnants of his stick and reached for another weapon to continue his assault.

"Look out!"

Hearing the warning call from the woman behind him, he quickly rolled out of the way, seeing the other Ogretail land where he was originally standing.

With no weapons on hand or nearby, and facing two opponents, no, Aragami at once, Shirou began to feel an old yet oddly familiar feeling in his heart. A feeling from ten years ago.

Feeling desperation well up in his heart, desperation to save the woman, desperation to not die without saving at least one person, Shirou let out a battle cry and ran towards the Ogretails.

With no weapons and no plan, Shirou just did the first thing he thought of.

Feeling as if someone was laughing mockingly at him, Shirou raised his left fist and threw a punch toward the standing Ogretail.

As he threw the punch, Shirou felt a strange burning in his left wrist, underneath his armlet, and an odd thrumming in his arm.

When Shirou would later think on this moment, Shirou would state that, for a second, it appeared to him that his skin had burned a light brown around the armlet, and strange neon-green lines appeared on his arm.

When Shirou's fist landed against the Ogretail's tail, a weird phenomena occurred.

First, it felt as if all of Shirou's momentum leading up to the punch had been erased.

Second, a weird neon-green electric shock appeared around the point of impact.

Third, the tail's armour shattered and slammed against the Ogretail's body.

Fourth, the Ogretail went flying into the street Shirou came from.

Shocked, but not intending to waste his advantage, Shirou scrambled over to the other Ogretail and, hoping that that punch wasn't a one time deal, slammed his fist down on the Ogretail's head.

Good news, it wasn't.

Bad news, his left hand under the armlet had begun bleeding. Badly.

Ignoring that, Shirou looked over to the other Ogretail, only to see it being handled by a God Eater wielding a Knife God Arc.

Exhaling, and calming down from the adrenaline of battle, Shirou looked over to the woman to see if she was safe. Luckily, she was.

Walking over to her, Shirou stuck out his right hand and asked,

"Are you okay Miss?"

Seeming slightly dazed, she responded,

"Yes, I'm okay..."

Before she snapped out of it and half yelled,

"Wait, why are you asking me if I'm okay!? You're the one who fought those things! Are you okay!?"

Stunned by the woman's worry for him, Shirou took a second before responding,

"Y-Yeah. I'm okay. Thank you for asking."

"No. No, thank you. Thank you for saving me."

The woman declared these words with conviction. This boy had saved her, and he was thanking her for showing concern!? Honestly, he's kind of like her own little Kota. Even the hair and eyes are similar.

Shirou was shocked. No one had ever thanked him before. Well, they had, but that was for small things, and the thanks was obligatory. But this was someone he'd saved. Someone he had saved just thanked him.

Him.

Feeling a small smile force itself onto his face, Shirou chuckled to himself and looked upwards.

Am I on my way to becoming a Hero of Justice, Kiritsugu? That's what he was thinking.

But before he knew it, he was interrupted by a painful feeling in his chest. Like someone had... stabbed... him...

Looking down, and seeing the jet black claw, covered in a crimson red liquid, sticking out of his chest, Shirou coughed up some blood.

Looking back up and seeing the horrified look on the woman's face, he tried to say something comforting, but only coughed up more blood.

Hearing some indistinct yelling behind him, now that he thinks about it, everything does sound quieter, Shirou attempted to look behind him, only to see...

A horrifying visage. Of a black tiger's face, covered in blood, with it's large fangs bared, ready to rip him to shreds.

In that instant, something changed in Shirou's disposition.

The God Eaters would claim an amateur got a second wind, while the woman would say it was like he was an entirely different person. But only the Vajra was able to see the change Shirou underwent.

As he clenched his hand on the Vajra's claw, and ripped it off, he turned to look the Vajra in the eyes.

The Vajra's eyes only showed fear, while Shirou's once kind golden eyes had changed to a cold steel grey.

Jamming the claw he ripped off into the Vajra's eye, and quickly pulling it out before the Vajra took it along with it's head as it flinched back onto it's hind legs, Shirou jumped, hard enough to crack the pavement, and stabbed the claw into the Vajra's chest, underneath where the core was placed, before punching it with his left hand, hard enough to crack the claw and force it into the Vajra's core.

Landing, Shirou walked away from the Vajra, toward the woman, before collapsing with a large spurt of blood coming out of the part of his wrist connected to the armlet, and the hole in his chest.

The Vajra itself collapsed onto it's back, and struggled to move it's limbs, before eventually falling silent and dying.

The last thing Shirou remembered was the worried cries of the woman, a burning in his left wrist, and a slightly annoyed feeling.

Thank you for reading. This is Cee, and I feel pretty good about this. This is my first time writing a proper fight scene, so I'm glad this went so well. Also, this chapter is the opposite if the last one, all flashback instead of all present. Now, some things to say. First, I guess Shinji isn't an asshole, or a bad person this time, so yay.

Second, Shirou actually successfully saved someone without tasting failure. And he was thanked for it. Revolutionary, huh? I feel that Shirou might actually have a good to in this story. Although, the possibility of something bad happening is still there. This is Fate after all.

Third, I told a reviewer that I would talk about Shirou's God Arc next chapter, and while I don't think that's wrong, I feel that most of next chapter is also going to be a flashback.

Fourth, when I mentioned the point this game is set in, a reviewer asked if this was set during Resonant Ops. I haven't played it, nor do I have any idea about the plot of it. After a brief search, I may mention a Divider (probably not), but I definitely won't be mentioning any characters, unless you guys can come up with a good reason for it.

Fifth, tense. Ya'll know the drill.

Thank you to ExienFrost290, and TeotakuFantasia for following, and thank you to mauraman3000 again, Lionheart33 again, 98kazer again, Kayen1024, and jairoesme again for reviewing.

Goodbye.