A/N: Hey peeps! Here's part two of the OneChanbara arc and first world of Shirou's Multiverse travels! To start of with, I feel the need to oint a few things out people complained about to meabout the last chapter.

1.) First of all, Shirou wasn't truly 'dead' when they pulled him out. When [Lord of the Dead] activates the self-revival function of the Authority, it acts similar to how I believe the [Ram] Authority does for Godou. He entered a death-like state that is indistinguishable from actual death. That is how he was mistaken for a cadaver by Anna.

2.) While Goldie may have had food in his GoB, when Shirou got it, there wasn't any, and whatever food was in it he had to buy himself. But since he didn't have the chance to stock up on emergency food reserves before getting sent to another world, he had only whatever he could find to use. He got all the weapons and valuable materials in it, just not the extravagant food and drink the King of Heroes kept in his. Suffice to say it was Gilamesh's was of giving one last final 'fuck you' to Shirou for stealing his vault.

3.) For those complaining about how he ran from Aya, Saki, Saaya, and Kagura, keep in mind Shirou was still weakened and heavily injured, on top of having spent the past week prior being chased by either two of the sisters off and on while Undead hounded him every five minutes of every hour on the hour. And this was AFTER he just finished two intense fights against both Alaya and Zurvan, without getting the chance for proper rest. He might be stronger than a normal Campione(if there even IS such a thing), but even he has his limits. Even the King of the End had a limit to how long he could keep going before he was exhausted, and he was known as the Strongest Steel due to fighting three Campione back to back before slaying and being wounded by Mordred in battle, or his counterpart and equivalent in Campione's canon timeline.

Now that that's out of the way, time for the disclaimer.

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT claim ownership over any franchise referenced in this fic, as they are the respective properties of their owners, creators, authors, and publishers. The basis of this scenario is a continuation of the story I wrote as an AU to Marcus Galen Sands' own fic 'God Slaying Blade Works', but with references and such to other stories and franchises credited as used to the best of my abilities and meshing the canon lore as well in a manner that makes the most sense. This is a FREE FANFIC of a FANFIC, meaning an UNPAID, FAN-MADE FICTION of a FAN-MADE FICTION that I wrote for ABSOLUTELY NUDDIN'. IF you paid to read this, then you got ripped off, and if you do not like it, then you do not have to read it. Nobody is making you.

And now...

STORY START:

World Travels of the King of Wrought Iron: Shirou's Parallel World Adventures

First World: Hacking Up Undead, Chanbara Style-Part II

Z.P.C. Training Center

Third-person P.O.V.

After getting his clothes back and sighing at the ones he had which were utterly beyond repair, he just used his magic to conjure a new set using the [First Magic: Denial of Nothingness]. But even though he created an entirely new set of clothes to replace his ruined set, he still was not very happy about having to throw some of them away. The only saving grace was his mantle and the [Shroud of Martin] were still usable thanks to their enchantments. His body armor he had when he came to this world however was a lost cause, between the damage [Zurvan] did to the continued abuse it took in this world, it was completely trashed and had to be melted down and reforged into something usable once more.

He got quite the kick out of everyone in the Z.P.C. gawking at him suddenly bursting into flames as he summoned his forge through the use of his version of the spell [Territory Creation]. Shirou's Emiya Style: Wrought Iron Forge got quite the number of screams as the anvil suddenly formed in a circle of intense flames that only Shirou could get through safely while everyone else stared at his nonchalance at literally walking through fire with a smirk of amusement on his face.

However, when he set about reforging his body armor, Shirou's face made an unreadable expression in the solemnity of his task. Kagura, Saaya, and Anna saw the look on his face and could all see the hidden pain of having to do what he was about to do. This body armor was made using a collaboration between himself and those he cherished most in his original world. Now he had to break it down in order to remake it. Just another loss of something precious to him being taken away regardless of how much he wished otherwise to keep it.

Picking up is hammer, he set out to finish the task at hand, with [Iron Ire] hammering away, Shirou set about to humming his Aria to himself, yet his words simply carried along with the hammer blows for all in the training room to hear the morbid and very sad description of himself…

"I am the Bone of my Sword

Iron is my Blood and Glass is my Heart

My hands have created Infinite Blades

Forged from Heaven's Feel

Tempered through Hell's Flames

Have withstood Eternal Pain to create countless swords

Broken and Reforged, Shattered and Remade, Yet still I Stand, Nameless and Forgotten

For the True Child of Steel decrees atop the Hill of Swords…

...[Unlimited Blade Works]"

...yet as he chanted it, Anna could hear a different chant being said in the background of the one from Shirou's own words…

"My Body is Made out of Swords

With Body of Steel and Soul of Fire

Striking my Iron on my Hill

In my Left Hand lies Hell's Wrath

And held in my Right, Heaven's Joy

Caring not for either Glory nor Reward

Needing no other reason to do what is right, For it is never wrong to help others

So I pray, as the fire still burns…

...[Unlimited Blade Works]"

As soon as the work was done, Shirou nodded and dismissed his forge, with everyone staring at him, with looks of both unreadable emotions and looks of pity. But when he saw Anna's face, he simply smiled at her face, and practically every female in the room swoon in response as every man wanted to be his best friend. It was a pure smile, devoid of any malice or ulterior motives. Shirou then walked up to Anna and made a simple request of the Z.P.C. officer…

"Hey Miss Anna, I got a request if you don't mind granting it. It actually might help the Z.P.C. in the long run if you can grant it."

"Huh?! W-wh-what do you need?" Anna was mentally berating herself for sounding like some school girl fawning over her crush like some love-struck teenager...internally she began to suddenly scream that there was no way she was suffering from love at first sight, yet some treacherous part of her mind in a small corner with a little voice basically started contradicting her by practically slobbering over the idea of imagining herself under him in a very compromising way, but she strangled the thought before her blush grew any bigger than it was in her embarrassment.

"I understand you plan on having Cowgirl Stripper MK. II and High-school Yakuza MK. II over there undergo training, right? How about you let me deal with the combat aspect of their training? I guarantee, you'll like the end results."

Shirou simply continued as if he hadn't noticed her stutter, but he wasn't as oblivious like some tended to think he was in his youth. He just didn't see the need for or any reason to act upon such desires unless another made the first move, and even then, only if he felt something for them. He simply wasn't quite sure yet if it was worth the eventual heartbreak the poor woman would suffer when he eventually had to leave this world. Shirou hated making others cry, especially girls...

Anna, for her part, was confused as to why he'd request such, with Kagura and Saaya not taking his nicknames for them very kindly, and made their displeasure known to all for everyone present to hear…

"HEY?! Who you calling a 'Cowgirl Stripper '?!"

"And what's with calling me a 'high-school yakuza' for?!"

Rather than simply respond to their query, he simply spoke to the room at large in response. "Show of hands. Who here is capable of regeneration?" Kagura and Saaya both raised their hands smirking, before it was replaced with a disbelieving frown as Shirou's own hand was raised along with theirs. "And who has also taken on and slain supposedly immortal and unkillable foes with regenerative abilities of their own?"

He smirked when both the dhampir sisters dropped their hands while his remained in the air, as everyone around him was looking at the exchange and Shirou continued his point. "You two are stronger than normal humans, I'll give you two that much, but you over-rely on your vampiric regeneration far too much. I've got a list of enemies I've fought in the past with their own regenerative abilities; of that list, you two don't even rank in the top forty." They were about to protest, before Shirou gave them a cold look that caused the temperature to drop by at least ten degrees alone with just the frigidness of his glare as he finished his point up. "And of that list of forty, thirty-two are currently dead at my hands. Each of those ones slain had regenerative powers and strength far superior to you both combined. Do. NOT. Ever question me when it comes to killing the unkillable. And you are both far from that level of regenerative ability they had that came close to being such."

The sheer certainty and dead seriousness in his tone of voice got the two half-bloods to actually swallow a bit. They started to sense similarities between Shirou and Carmilla in terms of the amount of sheer bloodshed the two have both witnessed and took part in. Before said frigid glare turned into a sadistic smile as Shirou finished his train of thought and plans for how to teach them. "So I intend to beat the lesson into your thick skulls on proper defense beyond the stupidly simple-minded strategy of 'tank the hit and regenerate the damage'. Hope you don't mind Training Camp from Hell. Don't break too fast on me; it's no fun if you don't at least give me a challenge."

Z.P.C. Deployment Hanger

One Week Later

The approval came for the training camp surprisingly easily, yet when Kagura and Saaya came back, they had the look of someone that just escaped death and barely made it out of a war zone with their lives while Shirou simply walked past them with a pep in his step like all was right in the world. A bit concerned, Anna asked the two sisters what happened, but they only response was the two muttering something about 'no more evil shinais' over and over like a mantra, much to Anna's confusion.

"What did you do to them to traumatize them this badly?"

"Let's just say I kept my word about beating the lesson into their thick skulls and leave it at that."

The response he gave was telling, with the gleeful smirk on his face at getting the two sisters knocked down a peg or two. It was a no-brain-er for him really. All he had to do to train them was force them to learn to sense danger and dodge it on instinctive reflex by bashing them upside the head with [Torashinai] until they got it literally beaten out of them their bad habit of over-relying on their regeneration. Shirou for one never really relied on his for defense, simply using [Avalon] or other means of self-recovery at his disposal as a means to accelerate his recovery and healing from wounds he could not defend against rather than for his whole defense. It's only on the few occasions he invokes its power as an Absolute Defense that he ever used its power for such, but never the regenerative aspects of the golden sheathe for such a manner.

To him, it was an insult for the half-blood sisters to use such regenerative abilities like some kind of easy gimmick that was limitless when Shirou knew otherwise that it was not. Suffice to say, Shirou and the Z.P.C. were utterly pleased with the improvements in their combat capabilities beyond what they would have been able to do, though every time anyone asked to practice using training swords with them afterwards, the two suddenly broke into a cold sweat and would begin to chant the mantra of 'no more evil shinais' over and over again until they calmed down.

Whatever Shirou did, it worked, but left them heavily scarred and absolutely scared shitless of shinai training swords afterwards. As curious as they were as to just what he did, they were also even more afraid to ask out of fear of winding up like Kagura and Saaya, given their reactions to the threat just suggesting the idea of training under him again. Shirou well and truly scared them shitless, whatever he did during the week-long training camp he put the two through.

"Now remember you two, if you ever abuse your regeneration again, you'll suffer Training Camp Hell with Shirou-sensei once more. Am I clear?"

""CRYSTAL!""

Shirou just chuckled at their frightened and instinctive response to his threat of even having another week of the hell the two spent training under him. They actually had to block out a few memories from just how bad it was to protect their fragile sanity from the terror. The guy was a demon in their opinion, but they would NEVER say it to his face ever again. The one time they did during the first day, was the first, last, and final time they would even dare say such a thing of him. He beat the lesson of comparing a Daemon and a Demon right into them for that blatant insult to him while they were being lectured(though it felt more like he was chewing them out) for three-and-a-half hours straight while he still had it in him to train them before, during, and after the impromptu lecture.

As he turned, the two went into their ride to the mission zone. Shirou decided to just go to the Z.P.C. base's kitchen to see if they would let him cook something. He was itching to use a proper kitchen again and he is NOT going to be denied yet again. Maybe Anna would like some food, too? He understands she tends to work a bit too hard sometimes and notices she needs a break every now and then. Not everyone can keep going for a week straight without proper food or rest like he does.

God-slaying Devil King and Primordial Daemon he may be, but even Shirou will get tired or hungry if he doesn't sleep or eat after a long enough period of time. That was part of the reason as to just why he was so easily caught off guard and had a hard time for his first week in this world. He just got out of an intense fight heavily injured against two powerful godly entities back to back, got sent to a world where Undead ran rampant, was chased by four perverts masquerading as Undead Hunters exasperating his barely healed wounds to the point of reopening them, and had nowhere to properly rest and recuperate with Undead literally hounding him every five minutes of every hour on the hour denying him a proper rest as he needed and didn't have any food to cook a proper meal with.

The golden bastard may have had food in his vault, but when Shirou got it, there wasn't any. In other words, whatever food Shirou got in there, he had to put there himself, but he never got around to doing so before he got sent here for emergency situations. And Anna was only human. Not even a magus, just an ordinary human who didn't even have any special bloodline or powers to fight all this outside of her special forces training and her weapons. Come to think of it, Shirou didn't even see her eating during the lunch hour. He needs to fix that...well, luckily he's got a few hours before he has anything to do and a lot of free time on his hands in the meantime. Let's see what he's got to work with…

Scene Change

Few Hours Later

Below Vlad Castle

Third-person P.O.V.

"Ooowww….that hurts..."

"Well, we most certainly got a few bigger problems to worry about right now Kagura. Like where are Saki and Saaya?"

"Oh, crap, SAAYA! WHERE ARE YOU?"

Aya and Kagura began to bicker somewhat in their typical back and forth that's become the norm for their interactions, as a sudden call on the radio came in.

"Hello? Hello? Can you hear me there, Cowgirl Stripper?"

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A COWGIRL STRIPPER!?"

Both Aya and Kagura shouted at the radio in the half-blood's hands at the same time, with the one on the other end simply laughing a rusty laugh in response as he answered.

"Oh, so Cowgirl Stripper MK. I is there too, huh? Make sure to keep an eye on Cowgirl Stripper MK. II for Daemon-Sensei, would you? If she starts over-relying on her regeneration in a fight again, let me know so I can plan yet another Training Camp Hell for her as punishment."

Kagura simply froze at this, much to Aya's surprise at the fear-induced cold sweat she broke out into as the half-blood began to ask her 'sensei' a very good question…

"W-where's Anna? I thought she was manning the radio?"

"Huh, so Anna was guiding you two until now?"

"Hmm? Oh, she's on a forced late lunch break. That woman has not been properly taking her breaks when she should be, so I took over for her so she can eat the lunch I made her. She's only human unlike us. She can't go a full week without needing food or rest like I can. So I forced her to take a lunch break while I covered the coms for her."

The two Undead Hunters could hear the girly squeals of someone sounding oddly like Anna as she praised good food in the background, and then heard a response to said squeals confirming their suspicions from the radio. "I'm glad you like it Miss Anna. Now, I will keep trying to monitor your progress and try to contact High-school Yakuzas Mk. I and II as well for the four of you to rendezvous back he the LZ for an extraction."

"Why do you keep calling us that for?!"

The radio went silent for a full five minutes, making Aya and Kagura worried that she might have broken it again, before the response came with Shirou's words in absolute seriousness as he proceeded to begin lambasting them in a manner they could neither refute nor defend against. They could feel as if a Demon were manifested from within the radio in the instant an utmost chill was running down their spines when he finally responded.

"...you two want to know why I keep calling you that? Aya, you wear a freaking custom two-piece bikini, a scarf, cowgirl boots, and a cowgirl hat, while Kagura wears a freaking two-piece Slingshot bikini, a cowgirl hat and boots, with feathered shoulder pauldrons covering her shoulders. What part of either of those descriptions just now says anything BUT cowgirl stripper instead of skilled assassin in your minds? If you want to shut me up, then stop doing something that is so impractical with no tactical or pragmatic use or reason at all. You two are simply strutting around like a couple of supermodels, shamelessly proclaiming to the world, 'I'm sexy and I know it', and not giving a damn with how irritating it is for those of us who are actually taking such occupations as yours seriously. My father was an assassin before he died, killed hundreds yet saved thousands more by doing those jobs he took as the Magus Killer, and yet here you both are insulting both his profession and sacrifices he made for the greater good with your antics and choice of attire. You want me to call you something other than that? Fix your fucking Root-damned wardrobe to be appropriate for your occupation without insulting it then."

The two were utterly speechless at such a shamelessly unfiltered roasting of their respective fashion sense and the revelation of his family history growing up. Even Anna could not help but to stop eating for few moments as she looked at Shirou in the communications hub the two were sharing when he took her post while she was on break in sheer disbelief of the revelation of his parentage along with the logical argument he just made and left absolutely no room for a counterargument without coming off as weak or childish.

The sheer cold, sharp tone he spoke dared the two to try rebutting his claims of disrespect, yet knew they had nothing. He was more insulted they disrespected his father's memory with their outfits than anything else. Even the fact they were assassins didn't bother him, but rather the flippantly eccentric choice of wardrobe they wore that upset him so much.

The Baneful and the Vampiric Half-blood Undead Hunters simply continued mostly in silence at the complete dressing down they received and agreed in an unspoken nod of understanding right then and there about one thing: NEVER ask Shirou for his reasons or opinions for what he says if you don't want a total roasting of every little thing you do wrong with no way to counter him. You will lose every time.

About an hour later

With Saaya and Saki

"Uuugh...where are we?"

"Saki, you okay?"

After their fall, the two began to worry about Aya and Kagura. Not their safety so much as the two fighting each other again in these circumstances. That's where their concern for their respective big sister's lied.

"Yo, this is Daemon-sensei to High-school Yakuzas MK. I and II, come in over? You there?"

""DON'T CALL ME THAT!""

"You two don't want me to call you that? Saaya. Saki. You both wear a fucking black Goth-Lolita styled dress while acting like a couple of Yakuza. And before you ask, yes, I KNOW what a Yakuza acts like; my big sister figure and legal guardian growing up was a Yakuza Princess. I grew up around them. I know what I am talking about."

Both said at the same time, but a rusty laugh greeted as he responded to them before Anna took over though a rather incredulous look spread on all three women's faces at THAT particular tidbit of information. It would actually explain a lot in Anna's opinion, if his father was an assassin and he was raised by a Yakuza Princess as her little 'otouto'. For Saaya and Saki though, it just gave them a bunch of mixed feelings about being compared to his supposed 'Big Sister' figure.

"Sorry about that. Shirou for some reason really doesn't like the way you dress and sees it as an insult, as he said to Aya and Kagura just a short while ago."

"Wait, he found Sis/Onee-san?!"

"Yes, both Aya and Kagura are together...and Shirou also revealed he is the son of an assassin who was called the Magus Killer...and that he killed hundreds for the sake of saving thousands..."

"Sacrifice the few to save the many. By killing one life to save ten. Ten for a hundred. A hundred for a thousand. The Path of the Shura. It was the ideology of the man I called 'father' whom was both feared and hated as the Magus Killer. My old man killed hundreds of people and not all of them were guilty of anything but being in the wrong place at the wrong time. But by doing so, he inadvertently saved thousands more for each one he killed. Yet even so, it wasn't what my Old Man wanted with his life, and he died a broken man crushed by the weight of the guilt of the things he did and with countless regrets over the choices he made. His dream he pursued becoming more and more distant until eventually in the end it became naught but ash in his hands. I was simply the one who picked up the ashes of his fool's impossible dream to continue where he left off."

"What 'fool's impossible dream' would that be?" Saki asked in suspicion. He was the son of an assassin, yet he went out of his way to reveal it to them. Saaya also was skeptical about what his father's dream was that he believed in to the point of carrying it on upon his father's death in his place.

"World Peace. My old man wished to be a Hero of Justice and save everyone, yet his circumstances forced him further and further from achieving it until it eventually led to the end of what lies on that road."

The three of them could not believe what he just said. An assassin who wished for world peace? Yet the seeming contradiction in that was clear there was a story behind why a man who wished for such became an assassin in the end. Anna, despite knowing the answer already however, had to ask the question bothering her about Shirou.

"And what's that Shirou?"

"...a broken man."

The silence that resounded afterwards pretty much summed up what had they thought. Shirou then left the communications hub and went to be by himself for a while as Anna continued her support for both the pairs of Undead Hunting sisters. A few hours later, Anna left in a heli-plane to pick the four up while Shirou remained in the Z.P.C. H.Q. building to gather his thoughts. However, he didn't realize he'd inadvertently discover something important before all hell broke loose until Undead began to overrun the building...

A/N: And that's part two of this chapter. I took a few liberties to make it seem more realistic in how long the assignments in game occurred to translate over to real-time in real life. Think about, no matter how advanced it is, an airplane still needs at least a few hours to go across the globe the way the four of them did. Next Chapter, Shirou takes part in the battle against Misery atop the Z.P.C. H.Q. building and rejoins Anna after being picked up by them. I have a little plan for how this little jaunt will end, and I may end up having a possible fourth part, depending on how long it gets. Shirou also decided to share a bit about himself with them to give them an idea of why he does what he does. Will this influence how they see his actions? WHO KNOWS? Until Next Chapter, PEACE OUT!