A/N: Hey guys! Here's the next chapter. Won't be any lemons this time and for a few chapters after this arc will just be short jaunts through various other worlds. There once again was not enough reviews for a proper Reviewer Review, so I'll just skip that once again. At the ending A/Ns I'll also give an explanation of the references for those who may not know or understand them.

Now onto the disclaimer...

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own any franchise referenced in this fanfic. This is a continuation of a story using Marcus Galen Sands' own fic 'God Slaying Blade Works' as the basis of an AU to his fic. Any franchises or other fanfics I reference will be credited as used to the best of my abilities. This fic uses a meshing of canon lore in a manner that makes sense, references to other franchises or fics, and my own original ideas thrown into the mix every now and then. This is a FREE FANFIC of a FANFIC, meaning an UNPAID FAN-MADE FICTION of a FAN-MADE FITION that I wrote for ABSOLUTELY NUDDIN'. So if you paid to read this then you got ripped off. And if you don't like it then you don't have to read it. Nobody is making you.

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STORY START:

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

Second World: Iron Daemon in the Ninja World-First Jaunt, Part I

Unknown Forest

Shirou P.O.V.

After leaving Anna with a rather terrified Kagura signing the Geass which ensured she'd be the Godmother to my new batch of one-dozen children and enough money to care for and provide for them all, I continued my travels by using a conceptual weapon at my disposal. This was a weapon I was given by Zelretch as part of the favors he owed me for a few of the jobs I've done for him in the past.

It's nothing really special in appearance, aside from being a lesser and bastardized version of his Jeweled Sword's prototype. Before I slew [Zurvan], this conceptual armament could only send me to places in the world I've been to before, but after I slew the arrogant prick of a God, I gained the ability to go wherever or whenever I want in existence itself. Funny thing is, the old bloodsucker told me he took my prototype Gem Sword design and modified it to give it the power to do this for me. In other words, I got the Wizard Marshal to do this for me with just two favors he owed me for services rendered.

To say if the Magi families back in the Clocktower were ever to hear of this, they'd probably start foaming at the mouth would be an understatement. More so since he still technically owes me a few other favors, not including the ones he also now owes me for cleaning up his mess that the trolling old bloodsucker missed with Evange in this world. I am NOT his personal janitor. EMIYA was already a semi-immortal time-traveling cosmic cleaner; we don't need two and I was NOT going to be Zelretch's.

After finishing my jump, I found myself in a place surrounded by trees. Lots and lots and lots of big ass trees as far as the eye could see that would have given even Herakles a hell of a time just trying to cut them down playing lumberjack for a whole year. Just how old ARE these anyways? Using my instinctive grasp of the [Sixth True Magic]'s archives*, I glean the knowledge I sought of where I landed. I was in Hi no Kuni, the Land of Fire of the Five Great Elemental Nations, and the current strongest of the world.

As I was walking through the forest, I came across a huge and very nasty looking boar that didn't seem too pleased with me just as much as I didn't seem too pleased to see it. It's right eye was festered from old wounds with puss coming out of it while the left eye was milky white with countless scars and various weapons embedded all over its hide. And it was HUGE. This had to be the biggest Root-damn pig I had ever seen in my life. It was the size of a fucking one-story house for Root's sake! It's just too bad the meat would have been no good, both with the obvious infections and the size of the damn thing meaning it had next to no nutritional value as food. Maybe it could be used as materials, though...

But given the numerous weapons embedded into it, I at least managed to get an idea of just who this porker was, as yes, it was a named beast. Onishishi, the Porcine Terror of the Leaf. Apparently, all kinds of hunters from the surrounding area of a nearby Ninja Village here in this land have tried and failed to hunt this beast in order to prove themselves or as a rite of passage, and there's something of a possible bounty out on it, if the most recent weapon was any judge to go by. Given the sheer number of rusty and broken weapons still stuck in the damned things hide, I think its a safe bet how well that particular endeavor went for those trying to kill it.

"BWUWHEEEEEE!"

Damn, that was a very loud squeal...my ears were actually ringing a bit from that. I think I can see how so many hunters died due to this thing now. It charged at me after I flinched from it's deafening squeal as a battle roar, but when it got close enough to try and gore me with its tusks…

"Get bent!" *WHAP**CRNCH* "BUwheeeeeeeiii" *BOOM*

One strike from [Iron Ire] and it was dead. Considering the fact I also struck the poor bastard there of all places, and it's only natural the shock of being struck below the belt would kill it. Only guy I know to survive a strike to the family jewels and crush his royal scepter was that bastard Gascoigne, and he was permanently rendered sterile and his bloodline ended, even with a healing potion that regenerated the destroyed...parts. A normal living male being hit there wouldn't have the luxury of surviving that kind of blow below the belt.

As I ducked out from beneath its legs after the poor porcine behemoth fell dead with foam frothing at the mouth as it died, I simply looked it over and said one thing right before picking the big bastard up on my shoulder to carry to the nearest village or town. "By the Root, you are a big, ugly ass bastard. May as well see about whatever I can get from turning your corpse in."

Walking from the woods, I found a dirt trail and followed it to the direction I saw a sign say lead to Konohagakure. 'The Village Hidden in the Leaves, huh? Not much point in being called a 'hidden village' if everyone knows where it is...' Shrugging at the thought, I follow the directions of the sign for about an hour of walking before coming right to a large gate with a gathering of people coming and going, though most were entering the village as there seemed to be some kind of event going on. Stopping a passerby, I asked what was up.

Said passerby was a slightly younger-looking man with a few scars and a hunters knife on his belt. He was dressed in simple hunting leathers typical of feudal Japan, with some darker gray hair and a lightly tanned skin tone. His eyes were also a darker color. As I checked the knife with an instinctive use of tracing due to the air this guy gave off, I got next to nothing, which set of warning bells for me. A hunter with a hunting knife and next to no history? Unless it was brand new, which I highly doubted given the obvious age of the blade, then that screamed suspicious in my books, so I subtly decided to ask him a few things.

"Excuse me."

"Whaddaya-WHOA?! WHAT THE FUCKING HELL?! Where did you even FIND that fugly ass thing?!"

"It attacked me in the woods nearby about an hour ago, so I killed it with my hammer. Something this badly scarred and with as many weapons embedded in its hide as this has to be having a bounty on it right? But what's all the buzz going on here for? Is there some kind of festival going on or something?"

"HUH?! What rock did you crawl out from under! Don't you know what time of the year it is for the Shinobi of the world?!"

"I am afraid I tended to live in seclusion for most of my life. So I don't know much about the world outside where I lived until recently." I smoothly told half-truths. While not completely true, it's also not a total lie, either. I was never a very worldly person, only getting into worldly affairs when I became a God-slayer. Still was never really much for them unless it had to do with forging metal or protecting the weak, innocent, and defenseless.

"Huh...didn't think there were many hermits living in seclusion anymore like you were. You some kind of blacksmith?" The 'hunter' asked after eyeing the hammer at my waist. Yep, definitely suspicious for a guy to know that much as a hunter. Unless the hunters in this world are the exception, the hunters I know of from Feudal Japan tended to be survivalists who developed methods to make things themselves and selling any extra materials and meat they hunted for profit or trade for anything they couldn't make or obtain on their own*. Hence why his knife's next to nonexistent history was suspicious.

I smirked at the guy. Gotcha. "Yes, I am. I'm a wandering blacksmith. My family tend to be rather nomadic in nature, so we developed methods to practice our trade on the go. You could say I use a form of family secret arts, similar to what the Shinobi Clans do." I smoothly tell yet another half-truth while using the information I gleaned from my sorcery yet again. The guy is rather skeptical at first, until he saw just where I struck Onishishi that killed him.

"OH DAMN! Oh you poor bastard...that's a very low blow...I think you and the Shinobi here you'd meet would like each other very, very much." The 'hunter' once again said while instinctively covering his crotch in sympathetic pain after seeing the one-shot blow to the groin Onishishi took that ended its life.

"Eh, I'm just passing through. Though I may stay to see what's up. Mind telling me what you know about any festivities they have going on right now?"

For the next few minutes, I chatted up with the guy while waiting to get into the village gates. By the time he passed through, I learned all I needed to know about the village and made a few inferences about the state of this world along with my own knowledge supplemented by my sorcery. I also confirmed my suspicions about the guy not being what he made himself out to be. But as I got to the gate, though…

"WHAT THE HELL?! THAT'S ONISHISHI!"

The next few minutes were spent with me being dragged off by the Gatekeepers and interrogated, demanding to know who I was, where I was from, all that. I simply told either the truth or half-truths. I told them I was simply a wandering blacksmith, that my family was a bit isolationist, that had a bit of knowledge of something that could be called a family bloodline by their standards, but was not a ninja. That my family were craftsmen, and the weapon I used to slay the overgrown boar was a swift forging hammer to its balls. They didn't believe me until one of them tried to lift it after taking it from me...and nearly broke their arms trying and failing when it land with enough force to nearly snap their arms and leave a meter wide crater spider-webbing across the floor.

After about an hour and a half later of trying to tell them repeatedly that I was not a ninja, it was only when another shinobi entered the room, this one heavily scarred wearing a dark-blue almost black bandanna with the metal forehead protector emblazoned with the same leaf symbol the two in front of me had on their headbands and walked in. He wore a trench coat and metal-backed gloves with light body armor beneath it. The no-nonsense air around him told me he was most likely blooded. I could tell; this guy has killed people before.

"Ibiki, sir!"

"He's clean. There isn't any ninja clan by the name 'Emiya', and the last known blacksmith by the name of 'Muramasa' as he claims to be descended from was known to have disappeared over a hundred years ago. Given that scary madman's reputation, it wouldn't surprise me if this man is telling the truth about being isolated from the world until now. I only have to ask one thing before you go. Where are any others of your family or clan right now?"

I simply gave a rather sad smile as I picked the Tohsaka family pendant* I've never let out of my sight or off my person for over twenty years now as I answered. "...there are no others. I'm all there is..."

The answer I gave made the others pause at the look on my face, before they began moving to leave. That 'Ibiki' guy made a comment before I was fully out of earshot. "...so he lost his whole family, huh..."

After clearing up the misunderstanding, they gave me the surprisingly large bounty for Onishishi and I went to see what there was to do at the festivities. As I walked around, I heard a guy shouting out about something about taking bets on the matches for the Chunin candidates for this year's Chunin Exams. I noticed the odds and overheard the general backgrounds for the respective candidates, yet one stood out to me in the first match in the next hour. My sorcery was immediately giving me a background knowledge of this supposedly clanless* brat, and I smirked when a certain tidbit of information was made known to me via the Akashic Records. Oh, this was going to be fun...

"100,000 ryo on Uzamaki Naruto winning against Hyuuga Neji in the first match."

I placed my bet, much to everyone's shock by such a large bet on a supposed long-shot. They said I was a fool, but then again, they didn't know what I knew. Plus, I was always a sucker for the underdog, and this guy is by far a shoe-in for the dark horse of this tournament. After making my way to the stadium for the matches, I sat down next to what looked to be a very stern and traditional elder, with a young preteen girl sitting own next to him and a man who was possibly her father sitting on her opposite side. I made it just in time for the first match to start.

"Keep your eyes open and on the match, Hanabi. Your cousin there represents what is expected of you to surpass as the next head of the Hyuuga main branch. He is currently the strongest of your generation."

That irked me somewhat. Without even turning my gaze to the elder shinobi, I simply say to him what I felt of his arrogance. "Care to make a wager on that bold claim of yours, old timer? Match hasn't even truly begun yet and here you are acting like your kin's already won."

"There's no way for Neji to lose to that brat. The fight is already as good as over."

"...didn't anyone ever teach you that pride comes before the fall old timer? That arrogance of yours is going to be the death of you one of these days. If you are so confident in your clansman's victory, then put your money where your mouth is. Unless you think he may actually lose to said brat."

I smirked at the irked expression on the old timer's face. Wisdom may come with age, but this old fool doesn't seem to realize something so blatantly obvious. The younger man next to him simply frowns but says nothing while the girl sitting between them gazes at me confused as to my source of confidence.

"I will not take part in such-"

"10,000 ryo says your clansmen loses within the next twenty minutes once the match starts in a completely unexpected manner."

"You're on."

The indignant look of frustration on his face at my repeated taunts got the guy to finally make a bet just to get me off his back, while I simply smirk in response at such easy money. The man across from the little girl actually sighs in disappointment while 'Hanabi' just looks at me with contempt. These guys underestimate the kid way too much; ya never look down on pranksters. I lived with two and occasionally three of them whenever Zelretch stayed over. Just one alone was proof positive what happens when you look down on their kind. It never ends well. Period.

As the match was beginning, I saw the seal branded on the Hyuuga's forehead, heard his tale, and the first thing that ran through my mind was a simple thought as I began to glare daggers to the old timer next to me.

"...you did that to a child." I said in an accusatory tone with venom enough in my voice to make even [Ahriman] proud of the sheer impressiveness of the sheer hate that it would not surprise anyone if I were to suddenly spit poison at the elder shinobi next to me.

"Do not question our clan's-"

"I don't give a shit if it's your clan's methods. You. Do. Not. Hurt. A. Damned. Child. In such a blatant manner. PERIOD. There is a very special place in hell for people like that. I ought to literally knock some sense into your whole entire clan's collective empty skulls for this via beating it into your heads until you get it."

The intense anger I gave off actually frightened quite a few members of the audience before they realized I was directing said malice towards the elder Hyuuga sitting next to me from the brand on Hyuuga Neji's forehead. That was their family for Root's sake, and they branded him?! As a Root-damned CHILD?! To say I felt the urge to break into their clan's compound and smack their entire membership upside the head was an understatement.

When the fight finally got underway, the little blonde knucklehead got himself attacked up close with his pressure points being attacked. The Hyuuga planned to seal his chakra points. That would certainly be troublesome for anyone else. The old man next to me then smugly said to me without turning away.

"See? It was foolish to think Neji would lose to that clanless brat."

"..."

"Not so chatty now, are you?" the Hyuuga elder extended his hand in a pay up gesture, but I simply refused as I looked at the guy and gave him my piece as my eyes seemed to pierce right into his very soul at that moment.

"What fight have you been watching? I don't know what you're smoking old timer, but it must be some pretty good shit for you to be this high and not see it when it's that obvious." He sputtered in indignation before I cut him off and continued. "I will just correct you on several fronts that you are mistaken on." The elder actually had his face turn to confusion along with the other two sitting next to him right before I continued. "First off, what makes you think the fight is over? It hasn't been twenty minutes yet, if I'm not mistaken. The bet I made was that he'd win within twenty minutes, not at twenty minutes. So until the twenty minute mark, this bet is still on. Secondly, take a closer look. Does that look like the face of someone who has given up to you? Because it sure as hell don't to me."

When I finished, he took a second look at the fight and noticed that the boy was still trying to fight, even after having his power sealed by the Hyuuga clan's technique. I simply smirked at that while the old timer next to me frowned. "Thirdly, never look down on a failure. The very second you insult them as you and that bratty clansman of yours down there has, is the second they'll tear you down for all your insults in the way you least expect them to. That boy is a notorious prankster in this village; you don't underestimate them unless you're looking to be the next victim of their antics..."

And suddenly a burst of very powerful, very malicious energy seeped out of the blonde knucklehead, and I could sense it was demonic in nature, but for all the rage and hatred behind it, was a greater deal of pain, and sadness. I could empathize with that greatly as I was unaffected while everyone else was plain shocked or surprised by the power unleashed. The boy then began to overpower the Hyuuga, and pull a win, in the most surprising of ways by literally knocking the Hyuuga brat's arrogant block off with a solid uppercut to the chin, clenching the match and within the twenty minutes I bet he would.

As I got up and proceeded to leave, I then said as I walked away. "Oh, and lastly, who said that boy was clanless? You ought to know, since you were old enough at the time, just who his kin that were scattered to the four winds after their village was destroyed, that I am referring to. Send the money you owe me to the boy as penance for your arrogance blinding you and coloring your views. Think of it as my way of teaching you a very important lesson old timer."

"And just what lesson is that?" The older shinobi growled out through gritted teeth. "That damn demon..."

"That even we failures have our pride. Insult it, and we'll make you regret it." Shaking my head in disappointment as I began to walk away, I gave one last tidbit. "Also, as I said this entire time, you let your bias color your views and perception. So much for your clan's lauded perceptive prowess. You've only seen a demon this entire time, yet all I saw were two souls screaming out in pain yet ignored to suffer all alone by the world for too long than they should have..." I said as I walked away, as his and the other two Hyuuga's eyes went wide at my words as I left. They started to say something, but I ignored them. I was not in the mood for their biased arrogance. I empathized with the boy far more than most, given what I overheard from the villagers talking about him.

An orphan who was forced to endure horrible treatment all alone. Refused service from the local shops if not outright price-gouged while sold only rotten food or spoiled perishables for three times what fresh goods should have been. Worked his ass off only to make little to no visible headway. Pulled pranks to get others to pay attention, and didn't care if it was bad so long as someone was acknowledging the fact he even existed. I may not know or understand everything he went through, but to say that boy resonates with me is an understatement. As a fellow failure*, we were similar, in that regards...

"Uzamaki Naruto, eh? He's most certainly an interesting one...one failure to another..."

As I left, I noticed a young girl about the Blonde's age, coughing and hacking up a lung as blood splattered on her hand covering her mouth, while a feral-looking boy next to her was fretting over her. Quickly walking up to her I check to see what I can do to help.

"Hey, is she alright?"

"No, Hinata is still injured from her preliminary match against that jerk Neji a month back."

"...lay her down. I'll help her out."

"Huh? Are you a doctor or a medic-nin*?" The boy asked me hopefully.

"Nope, but I do have a particularly unusual family secret art that could be seen as a bloodline limit by shinobi standards. Keep her still though. I want to make sure I heal her properly." I answer as I called upon [Avalon]'s healing energy to heal her wounds and give her some peaceful dreams in the process. I don't want to do too much to stand out, but this much should be alright. It's just enough to heal her so whatever happened can properly heal on its own naturally. After that will be entirely up to her.

"I've never seen a hijustu* like that before..."

"I told you, it's not a hijustu. But to you shinobi, it might seem like such. Me? I'm just a wandering blacksmith who knows a few tricks for survival."

"Well, either way, thanks man we owe ya one. Right Akamaru?"

"ARF! Grrrr..."

"Whoa boy! What's wrong?"

"Probably me...dogs don't like me very much...I knew a guy once who was known as the Hound of Ulster back home...suffice to say it wouldn't surprise me if the spear-man somehow figured out a way to curse me with being hated by dogs from beyond the grave as a way to spite me when he died..."

"You're kidding. Why would he do that?"

"Probably because he was jealous of how lucky I was with women and he wasn't near as popular."

"HUH?! What does that have to do with anything?!"

"I do not have any need nor reason to discuss the birds and the bees with you, kid. Ask me again in about another six or seven years and maybe I'll tell you."

I didn't wait for him to respond for the sake of not having to explain further to the wild-looking boy about the birds and the bees and the number of women I tended to bed back home on a daily basis. Suffice to say the boy was rather miffed with me and I noticed there were several masked shinobi in broad daylight and in plain sight...Anbu...my access to the Akashic Records tells me they wouldn't be anywhere without a credible threat potentially nearby with these numbers...well this sucks balls…

I left the arena, and began wandering around with a group of men, women, and children going about their daily lives before I suddenly had to move in front of them as a sudden explosion went off behind me, only find myself being front and center right smack in the middle of a damned enemy ninja attack upon the village...oh you gotta be kidding me…

"Oh look! The wandering blacksmith from this morning!"

"Oh great, the fake hunter I met outside the gates...oh joy, so you were an enemy like I thought..."

...this bastard just so happened to pop up in the area where I was wandering around in, appearing right after the blast I took in place of a couple of children I shielded from the heat and the flames. Talk about messed up coincidence...this bastard tried to hurt children in front of me...he wore a black and gray camouflaged attire with a ninja headband with a musical note of all thing on his forehead protector. Yep, called it; this bastard wasn't a hunter at all. He was a hostile ninja...

"So tell me, you gonna use your forging hammer to take us all on? Or would you use one of the butter knives you must make on the road?" the enemy ninja taunted with an insult to my swords, making me stop dead in my tracks as my bangs covered my eyes from view...oh hell no. He's dead. I'm so gonna carve his ass into human sashimi. This bastard was mine...

"...by the time when this is all over, you will be dead by my hand. So you better fly as far as you can before I get in range of you with this 'butter knife' as you so put it, little swallow..."

...as I lifted my gaze, revealing my left eye burning with golden hellfire, my right sparking with silvery lightning, and the world of infinite swords behind my gaze as the Asura manifested behind me along with [Emiya Muramasa]. The fake hunter suddenly paled at the term I used for him as the sheer overwhelming blood-lust I unleashed made his comrades tremble and they weren't even the one being targeted by the murderous intent. Time to catch a fleeing swallow in flight…

Scene Change

Few Minutes Later

Ritorusuwarō P.O.V.

I was scared shitless by this guy. I was a shinobi, a freaking Tokubetsu-Jonin*, and yet this self-proclaimed 'wandering blacksmith' said he was going to kill me as he unleashed such killing intent, there was no way he was just some hammer-swinger! He manifested a fucking DEMON with six arms, a literal crown of swords sprouted from its head, and three faces just from how much blood-lust he was giving off! I actually had to retreat because somehow the bastard had CUT OUR FUCKING JUTSU IN HALF WHEN WE LAUNCHED THEM AT HIM! After which he cut down every one of the Shinobi of Oto between him and me as he literally carved his path through my men without ever taking his eyes off me, nor did that FUCKING DEMON WITH BLEEDING EYES!

I'd have thought it was a genjutsu*, but nothing I tried could dispel it, meaning it was pure murderous intent and not an illusion at all! That was insane! I tried to run away from the crazy bastard, all the while screaming expletives in some very colorful curses as I tried every trick in the book and then some to escape, yet nothing worked! I don't know what the fuck that thing was, but it wasn't human! He summoned a sword using some kind of spacial ninjutsu I've never seen or heard of before, and with it carved a path through my men right to me!

And then there was the name he called me: little swallow! That's what my name, Ritorusuwarō means! I am a Tokebetsu Jonin whose specialty is infiltration, sabotage, and escape! I am described as like a swallow with how difficult I am to catch when I don't want to be, and yet this crazy bastard is completely on my ass like stink on a poo platter! He isn't letting up at all! And the worst part is that he only seemed to be really pissed off...when I...oh damn, that's what set him off?! I should have kept my big mouth shut!

I was freaking running across Konoha by this point, my own superiors wanting to know what the hell I was doing, right before the crazy blacksmith right behind me carves a path right through them to get to me! Then the ones who survived understood just why I was running! The most frightening part though isn't the fact this crazy hammer-swinger is actually keeping up with me, but the fact his body is sparking with electric-fire while exhaling acrid smoke! The crazy bastard is using katon and raiton* on his own body! That's complete insanity! How he's not outright dying from frying his own nervous system and simultaneously boiling his blood in his veins with such a crazy stunt is beyond me!

I've been running nonstop for the last hour since we began the operation, but it's pretty much a given I've failed my part. But I don't think that's my fault! How was any of us supposed to know there would be a bat-shit crazy hammer-swinger who took offense to insulting his swords when we planned our operation!? I ran right back to the gates so fast, I was almost a blur with the fear adding to my shunshin's speed*.

As I approached the massive hole where one of the breaches in Konoha's walls were breached by the first wave, I picked up my pace even when I knew the exhaustion would kill me at this rate, I didn't care! I knew that the summons Lord Orochimaru was orchestrating was to appear in this area soon, but if I had to choose how I died between a giant snake eating me alive in one bite or a bat-shit crazy demon blacksmith carving me into human sashimi, I'd gladly jump down the gullet of the snake every time of my own free will! That's just how scary this crazy bastard is scaring me shitless right now!

Almost there...just a little further and-

"GET BACK HERE AND FACE YOUR DEATH LIKE A MAN LITTLE SWALLOW!" *whu-BOOOOOM*

"DAMMIT ALL TO HELL! Oh you gotta be SHITTING ME!" Did he just throw a fucking HAMMER and not only crater the ground where he threw it and landed afterwards, but raised the very earth up from the force into a solid earth wall! My escape route's been cut off! As I turn to face him, the adrenaline was really pumping, and I saw it in slow-motion as time itself seemed to slow down as I saw my death approaching from behind me.

The guy's already dark skin was an even darker shade of tan, his hair and body taking on a metallic sheen, while his eyes, the left one blazing with golden hellfire while his right sparked with silvery lightning, but behind them within his gaze, was a world of infinite swords! I could only shout one thing out before death claimed me…

"WHAT ARE YOU?!"

"I am Sword."

My eyes widened as he lashed out at me along with the unexpected response he gave. It all made sense now...the demon he manifested in his rage towards insulting his swords...it was an Asura. The dawning realization of the significance would forever be lost with my soon to be end. Suddenly the sword he swung towards me split into three and he called out the technique's name, right before I knew no more as my head was severed from my shoulders before I could even use a kawarimari no jutsu* to escape...

"[Tsubame Gaeshi]!"

How ironic...my name and the moniker given to me is 'little swallow', and he used a technique named 'swallow reversal strike' to end me. The last thing I saw before the world went dark were his eyes. There was no emotion in them. No hatred, no sadness, but there was...something…

...while it wasn't planned, the death of Ritorusuwarō had accidentally earned Shirou a name for himself, as the Tokubetsu Jonin was actually listed in the Bingo Book* as being a low B-class bounty, not so much for combat capability, but due to his ability to escape from pursuers, several acts of sabotage and terrorism, and for the sheer difficulty catching him…

...Shirou would later be known to the people of the Elemental Nations as a result of putting an end to this slippery ninja as the Iron Daemon...a wandering blacksmith and master swordsman whose killing intent alone conjures the image of an enraged Asura when provoked by insulting his pride in his swords...

A/N: And that's the first part of the Iron Daemon's jaunt in the world of Naruto. Before you all ask, I will explain the star marks in text to give you all an idea for the references for those who don't know or get them:

*Akashic Records: Shirou in my fic has an intuitive grasp of the Archives of Existence. Think of his ability to instinctively glean knowledge from the Root as similar to the information given to Servants upon their summons about whatever era they are called into.

*Historically speaking, this is true of almost every traditional hunter prior to the modern era, Feudal Era society as well. Unless the hunter in question was incapable of making or obtaining something, they'd typically get their supplies themselves or make their hunting gear themselves. Unless they needed metalwork done, then they'd not really know what a blacksmith looked like on the spot.

*Tohsaka Family Pendant: Shirou still has the one Rin used to save his life. It's a very important memento for him, and just like with EMIYA, it could be used to summon him if he ever becomes a Servant.

*Shirou empathizes with Naruto, as he knows what its like to be seen as a failure in the community you are a part of. For Shirou, he was viewed as a failure by magus standards due to lacking the proper mindset of one. And for Naruto, he was viewed as a failure by Shinobi standards simply due to the fact he was a practical learner who required a demonstration along with the theory in order to understand something. That was the only reason he was dead last in the academy in canon.

* Medic-nin is basically a medical ninja. Hijutsu is basically a clan secret justsu. Kinjutsu are forbidden jutsu. Shunshin is the technique the Shinobi of the world of Naruto used for running like a blur of shadow for moving at high speeds. Genjustu is basically illusions.

*Katon and Raiton: Fire and Lightning Style elemental release respectively. By Naruto standards, what Shirou was doing was tantamount to suicide as while using those kinds of elemental natures on ones own body can speed them up, it has the risk of literally frying your entire nervous system with the Lightning Style and the Fire Style cooking yourself alive from within while boiling your blood in your veins at the same time if one isn't careful. But using it in such a manner as what Shirou was doing is by Narutoverse standards to be seen as completely suicidal if not outright insanity. If a normal person did it, then they'd die no questions asked. Shirou's only able to do this thanks to his unique circumstances and physiology even by God-slayer standards.

*Tokubetsu Jonin: Basically Specialist ninja ranked between Chunin and Jonin. They are the middle-point between the two and experts in their respective field they specialize in. My OC mentioned here is ranked as one due to his talent as a master of the shinobi's escape arts along with his skills in sabotage and infiltration, making him a specialist is scout and recon.

*Bingo Book: In the World of Naruto, any Ninja who either makes a name for themselves or pisses off the wrong people enough will find themselves listed in this booklet. It is a list of dossiers and information of various shinobi from across the Ninja World, all of which have bounties or prices on their heads for those lucky or unlucky enough to find themselves listed within it. The higher the reward money, the more dangerous the individual is believed to be as a general rule, but in some cases its due to what they did more often than how strong they are.

Next Chapter will cover the later half of the invasion, Shirou attending the funerals for the fallen, and then continues his journeys. Until Next Chapter, PEACE OUT!