Author's Note: Not dead. This one took longer than expected, largely because I graduated college, got married, was hired as an intern, was then hired on to a fulltime position, and finally got FGO since it now has an English version. This one is a little on the short side but there should be another of similar length posted soon to make up for it.

I think I'll add Shirou to the character tags as well as Jeanne and then just edit the tags as the rest of JNPR are introduced since they are rather important at the moment and will likely remain so for some time.

Thanks to all who posted a review. I found them to be quite encouraging.

Resonance

I woke up to the sound of my scroll's alarm. There were a few bleary moments where I didn't remember what had happened and life was simple. Then my brain decided to wake up as well and everything that had occurred yesterday shot to the front of my mind, particularly the stories Ruler and Avenger had told me.

Ruler and Avenger.

They probably didn't enjoy having to wait all night while I slept. I shouldn't keep them any longer.

'Hey, sorry you had to wait for me. Ready to start the day?'

…

Silence. Where was Ruler's sincere reply and Avenger's caustic…anything? The lack of voices in my head-screw the irony-it was terrifying. My heart sped up and dread settled in it like a heavy and jagged weight, every beat a stabbing pain in my chest.

'Avenger, Ruler!'

There was a pit opening before me, bottomless, and I could feel its pull, wanting me to return into it. Was none of it real, were all those things that seemed too good to be true just that? Yesterday had been the first time I had ever made any real advancement to becoming a huntsman in, well, ever, but what if it hadn't been? What if that day didn't occur? If that hadn't happened, if all of it was just a dream, then I…was I back to being…

My breaths were quick and shallow as I reached to the drawers next to my bed for the dagger that rested on top. I clumsily knocked it onto the floor before tumbling out after it. I grasped the handle, placed my hand on the wood boards, remembered the warm, protective feeling from the day before, and drove my knife down.

It skidded off an invisible barrier and was lodged up to its hilt in the floorboards.

"What are you yelling for, you idiot? It is six in the morning. Learn some manners."

I released a breath I didn't know I was holding and felt myself relax at Avenger's words.

'You were asleep? How does that even work?!'

"How would I know?! I was raised the daughter of a farmer in fourteenth century France and none of the Grail Wars I have been a part of covered what to do if your soul sword was copied and then given to someone who synchronized with you from another dimension."

The fact that I now had the context to understand that sentence brought me back to my first thought: Jeanne and Shirou.

I got up and began dressing myself for training while mentally going over last night's talk. After I had informed Ruler and Avenger about Grimm, they had given me a very long, very complicated speech about magical, wish-granting, hero-resurrecting artifacts and the journeys of a man who somehow absorbed a bunch of his own souls. They had told me their own tale of how they had fought in a war against their country's invaders, acting as a sort of literal divine intervention, before meeting an unfortunate end…and then being resurrected to fight for the aforementioned wish-granting devices as an overseer, an instrument of chaos, or something in between. Then, after dumping all of that on me, they told me to think on their words and ask any questions I may have in the morning.

I think that future-me would look back at that moment and say that that was when I had lost it…or maybe that would be when I tried to stab myself to see if my forcefield still worked.

I took in a deep, slow breath through my nose while I put my shoes on and tried to order my thoughts before catching sight of my dagger still lodged in the floor. I drew it out and slid it into my belt's sheath before I pulled my bed over to cover the mark it had left. With a bit of effort, the hole was hidden in the shadows underneath my mattress. It wasn't exactly fixed but it was unlikely anyone would notice it, so good enough!

'Avenger? Ruler? Are you both up now?'

"Yes. I assume you have questions."

'You assume right! You guys came from an alternate Remnant, yeah? So, would it be possible to go back there and bring help if we needed it?' I began while going down the stairs, grabbing my bag, stepping out the front door, and beginning my run.

"I don't think so. I think the initial travel was only possible because Shirou was so close to your world. He probably can't willfully travel to any other worlds."

'That's fine, but if he is planning to stick around then why isn't he doing something bigger than just helping me become a huntsman?" Spending time helping a single person get stronger was great, but it was a little stupid when that time could instead be spent saving the world… "When he mentioned that he would have to leave for a quest, was that what he was going to be doing, something big for the world?'

"I don't think so, but that is a question best saved for him."

'Okay.' Disappointing, but I could wait a few minutes. 'What about your other weapons then, those banners you mentioned? Did Shirou not give those to me because he couldn't or because he doesn't think I'm ready to use them?'

"Hmm," Ruler began thoughtfully. "I would say the first but perhaps the second as well. Noble Phantasms are crystallizations of a hero's legend and, as most legends show, they are normally only usable by one they acknowledge as a suitable wielder, such as Dyrnwyn, Caliburn, Gram, and Merodach. Even though you matched us, our banners represented a part of us that didn't quite fit," she explained helpfully. "Mine is a symbol of my sainthood and Avenger's is of her hatred. It should be apparent why neither of them is a match for you. Even if they were, the damage produced by La Grandement Du Haine and the protection of Luminosite Eternelle rely on the user's grudges and spiritual faith respectively. I do not mean to be rude, but they would be almost useless in your hands."

That was a bit of a letdown. I had had this image in my head while I went to sleep of dual-wielding magical flags against a horde of enemies, remaining untouched by their attacks while raining fiery death down upon them. Still, just because that scenario was impossible was no reason to get depressed! I had the best weapon in the world with me, one that was good for a lot more than killing.

'Well, no reason to worry about it! I've got you two and I'll take that over magical flags any day!'

I smiled when I heard what was likely a small laugh from Ruler.

"Thank you, Jaune, but I assure you that we weren't taking any offense. Were we, Avenger?"

"You're damn right I'm better than a flag. But, speaking of La Pucelle…"

I frowned a little at what I knew she was leading to.

'…The ability you mentioned, its suicide attack.' I supplied hesitantly.

"If you use it, then one or both of us would die," Ruler took up softly. "Whether that person is Avenger or I, we both reside in La Pucelle and as such are equally viable candidates."

'I know, which is why I won't use it,' I replied with resolve. 'I won't sacrifice your life for my own.'

"Our lives only have meaning with you in them!" Avenger bit out harshly. "This isn't some sentimental drivel. Our souls are joined together with yours, anchored here by your existence. If you pass from this world, then so do we. If it comes down to it, then save yourself at the cost of us; your death would be less than pointless!"

I was a little surprised at how much she wanted me to potentially sacrifice her if necessary, but perhaps I shouldn't have been. It was their lives too, after all, and if I was in a situation where death was almost guaranteed, the use of the blade might let two of us survive at the cost of the third. Still, I didn't want such a cost to be needed in the first place.

'If it comes down to it…I'll try to find another way, one where I don't have to sacrifice anyone at all.'

Avenger was silent for a moment before I heard her scoff.

"I see. Shirou is up ahead. We shouldn't keep him waiting."

That wasn't a real response, but I guess I didn't need one. I went from a run to a sprint and stopped in front of Mr. Emiya while only a little out of breath.

"Good morning, Mr. Emiya," I greeted quickly as I set my bag down next to a tree, excited to start training with a bow. I didn't see one on him or anywhere around us but that probably wasn't a good indicator for whether he had one or not.

"Good morning, Jaune," he replied. "Before we begin, do you have any questions about what Ruler and Avenger told you last night?"

I paused for a moment and thought over my response.

The most obvious question was one I wasn't going to ask; if what they had told me, everything Ruler and Avenger had said about both him and themselves, was true. People normally tried to make lies believable and the story they told sounded way too crazy to be false. Besides, asking if it was a lie would just insult them.

Whether it was true or false, I didn't think most of it mattered. Any of the parts that Ruler and Avenger were unsure about, planet spirits, human spirits, magic, all of it only mattered as much as it affected Jeanne and Mr. Emiya. All the details of his original world were only relevant to that world. The question I had was very relevant to this one.

"Mr. Emiya, Ruler told me that you can't really leave here, um, leave Remnant! So, does that mean you will be trying to do things here?" Crap, wasn't explaining myself well again. It was time for elaboration!

"Like, the world you came from, Earth, didn't have any Grimm. Do you think it would be possible for our world to become like that? Or the kingdoms! Avenger said your world had a population of over ten billion people and dozens of countries. Maybe you could expand the kingdoms or even start a new one! Is that what you meant when you mentioned that you would be leaving eventually, going off to try and save the world? I mean, if it is then it-it means a lot that you would put that off to train me…" I trailed off a little before continuing. "But you don't need to feel obligated or anything with everything on the line! Although, you did just come from being the hero of one world, and that must have been pretty exhausting so if you want to take a break before becoming the hero of another one that's fine too I-I guess…" I finished in what was barely a mumble. He stared at me for a moment, and I cleared my throat a little, partly to end the silence but also to show that I was finished with my string of questions.

"Well," Shirou began as he raised a hand to his chin, "not exactly."

"To which question?"

"All of them. I am probably going to limit my influence since I won't be on Remnant very long." He must have seen the confusion on my face as he quickly continued. "I can't leave this world myself, but that doesn't mean that someone else can't take me. Did they tell you about my time in the Root?"

"You summoned and absorbed your alternate future selves who had enslaved themselves to the will of humanity before faking your own death to partially ascend to a separate plane of existence to give freedom to your copies that wanted it?" Good gods, it sounded even crazier when it was spoken out loud.

"Correct." He easily nodded at my explanation of such a confusing situation. "I wasn't entirely sure whether the ascension part would work or not. If it hadn't, I would have just gone back to my world and continued living for another decade to ensure the continuation of my legend before allowing myself to pass on. The point is that I now partially reside in the Throne of Heroes. As such I am a viable candidate to be summoned in hundreds of alternate Grail Wars. Even if I could resist a summoning, I would not want to. The Grail Wars were always potentially world ending events and in most of them where some version of myself was summoned he was essential in ensuring that that potential remained unrealized. That is the mission that I will have to leave this world for, the quest to which I can only consent."

I think I felt a headache coming on. I could do this. I just had to soldier on, and get it all out of the way!

"Okay, do you know how long you will be here? Days, weeks, months, years?"

He leaned back against the trunk of a tree and closed his eyes. After a few moments, he opened them again and responded.

"Months, most likely, probably around five but it could be more, it could be less. I took in quite a few alternate selves and it is a bit hard to say how long each spent under Alaya and the frequency each was summoned, but I think that should be accurate."

"But that's a lot of time!" I couldn't help but shout out. "You of all people could make a lot of difference in five months."

"I plan to." Shirou pushed off the tree and began to walk towards me. "I'll try to set up a warning system in any towns close enough so that we could assist them if they are attacked. That's not going to do much though, probably just give you some combat experience and maybe save a village if they are particularly unlucky."

"Regarding what you asked about the kingdoms, their expansion is already limited, from what I understand. They each have natural barriers at their boarders: the mountains of Vale, the mountains, waters, and cliffs of Mistral, the sand dunes of Vacuo. Each feature protects their kingdom's boarders but prevent the expansion of those boarders. That is why they have to invest in distant settlements like Mountain Glenn."

"As for a new kingdom…" he stopped walking and placed a hand on his chin. "A new nation would require infrastructure, easy access to resources, and people to fill it. How would you describe the conditions of most villages outside of the kingdoms?"

"I guess most towns outside of the kingdoms' walls are supposed to be pretty sparsely populated. They have access to enough resources to meet their needs but the surrounding land wouldn't be able to handle a kingdom's population," I supplied after thinking about it for a moment. "Technology wise, they are normally a bit behind the kingdoms as well."

Shirou nodded as if I had just proven his point.

"Right. The small amount of resources most villages have would make turning one into a kingdom rather difficult. Starting a kingdom entirely from scratch would be worse. Even if I found a location or records of a site with a high amount of available resources, could defend and erect barriers around an area as large as a kingdom in an incredibly short timeframe, and build homes and factories inside it, I would still have difficulty filling them. I can't imagine people would be anything but hesitant to move from the nearly overpopulated but somewhat safe kingdoms and towns to a vacant and unfamiliar territory, especially with the success rate of the last few settlement attempts."

He plucked a pebble from the ground and tossed it up into the air. On its downward path, it disappeared and then reappeared directly above where it had been before, having travelled through a portal, and it began to accelerate in a continuously falling loop.

"If I were going to cause a great deal of change I would use my portals to connect the four kingdoms, and perhaps Menagerie, to each other as well as to any known resources that are currently too isolated to be easily gathered. Ideally, transportation costs would plummet, multinational military strikes against the Grimm could be more easily coordinated, industry would increase and, if everything was carefully supervised, cultural and racial acceptance would improve as well. After enough time, once the kingdoms became used to the new gateways and had taken advantage of them, I would open a series of portals to an ideally positioned location on which to build a new settlement. Support and military defense could easily be given to the new kingdom by all the others, helping it flourish and its success would likely set a precedent for the establishment of more of such settlements."

A look of contemplation and longing flitted across Shirou's face for a moment before he closed his eyes and gave a small sigh.

"The problem is, if I am only here for less than a year, I can't do any of that. People likely wouldn't become used to the gateways so quickly and, even if they did, they would lose them when I leave. The panic such a thing could cause may draw the Grimm and leave the world in a worse condition than it currently is."

I guess that sort of made sense. Suddenly giving the world an advantage like that and then just as suddenly having to take it away could cause a lot of panic. At the same time, there were other ways one could help the world.

"What about materials, machine diagrams, or other energy sources?" I went on. Despite what Avenger may have said, I wasn't a complete idiot. I had passed each of my science and history classes and I knew that the primary reason for Remnant's current success was the CCT network. If Shirou had the blueprints or general knowledge of any innovations or discoveries that could rival that, then they could be given to the kingdoms and used even after he was gone. The people from his world had done a lot of things that, as far as I knew, Remnant couldn't replicate. They had even travelled to space! "Are there any materials like super strong and light metals, advanced fabrics, or perfect conductors that you know of that could benefit Remnant, or maybe machine schematics? Your world didn't have Dust as an energy source so what did you use?"

"There are," Shirou easily acknowledged, "but your world is specialized, incredibly so, around the use of Dust. Most of the advanced metals that I know how to craft are created or altered in some way through supernatural means that your world can't replicate." The two portals disappeared and they took the pebble with them. "Of the mundanely fashioned variety, I still have a good selection, but their utility isn't as great as you would think," he continued. "The variety of Dust-based metals that your society favors are a match for most of my own mundanely crafted ones, so I don't think I would be of much help there.

"I know of several machines that may benefit your world," he went on. "Satellites, machines placed in orbit around a planet to relay information, would be a great boon. Vehicles that allow for interplanetary travel might not be immediately useful, but would come in handy under certain situations. Solar panels, wind turbines, advanced agricultural production methods, there are a variety of things that would be incredibly helpful but I don't have the knowledge of how to create them beyond a basic awareness of how they function. I know that they are possible and have a general understanding of how they work but I wouldn't know where to begin on replicating them.

"Energy is where your world is most overly focused. The only power source widely used seems to be Dust and, from what I can tell, there's a good reason for that." I gave a nod, easily understanding what he meant. The amount of energy that fire Dust produced compared to something like coal, or lightning Dust to the daily output of a dam's generator was supposed to be entirely incomparable. With the enormous number of situations that it could fill thanks to the many varieties available, Dust was, hands down, the best energy source Remnant had to offer. "It was difficult for my world to adapt to different energy sources than what they were used to and that was with the disparity between them being significantly smaller and the drawbacks of the currently used ones being a lot larger."

"And what about the Grimm?" I asked, hoping he had some insight into how to deal with them. "Your world didn't have any, do you think such a thing would be possible for my world as well?"

He looked momentarily conflicted as if he was unsure where to start before he took up the lecturing pose from yesterday and began.

"Well, saying that my world doesn't have Grimm so your world one day might not have them is a little off. Our constellations don't match, nor do our continents, and your moon, leaving aside the fact that it is somehow shattered, seems to have a different rotation than my own."

"But what about language?" I gave, pointing out something that we clearly shared. "That's a pretty big thing that we have in common…unless you're using translation magic or something?" I asked while eyeing him questioningly.

"I'm not," the redhead admitted with an amused smile, "but language, contrary to what one would expect, isn't really a good indication of shared history, at least, not where different dimensions are concerned. An acquaintance of mine that was a bit of an expert on the subject said that all versions of humanity start off speaking the same language that is eventually lost over time, but that it also has the same derivations even if they went through different processes to get there. Back to the Grimm though..."

Shirou ran a hand through his hair and gave a small sigh.

"Soulless, bone-armored, red and black monsters that don't seem to have any definite source sound about as unnatural as they come but I don't know how I would put an end to them. They are produced in a seemingly endless manner and no one has ever noticed any changes in their overall population. Maybe your world naturally produces Grimm, maybe humanity does so themselves when they experience negative emotions, maybe someone or something is making them. For all I know, their source could be a pale, monstrous woman that is birthing them from a horrid black sludge while seeking to overthrow humanity and create a new world for her creations."

…I felt like that last statement could use some context.

"Where we came from, there was a beast named Tiamat that sought to drown the world in a black mud and from it produce a new one for her and all of her children."

'Oh. Thanks.'

That was sort of interesting but not actually important…five months.

"So…why did you come here, to Remnant? You decided to train me after you saw my dagger but why did you come here in the first place if you weren't going to be able to change anything?"

"I came here because I owed Jeanne at least that much." Shirou had a far-off look in his eyes as he spoke. "Ruler and Avenger had been two of the major reasons why some of my counterparts remained sane. The rest of my living weapons either didn't care where we went or desired to go to a location that I was almost guaranteed to reach through the Grail Wars. Ruler and Avenger, however, felt drawn to this place. Drawn to you, and that's already changed everything. You have the determination to try when everything seems against you, the guidance of two great heroes, and the time for all your efforts to bear fruit thanks to the current peace among the kingdoms. The two of us meeting and you bonding with La Pucelle has already altered things in ways that are both big and small."

I thought of my Aura and how good it was to have people, friends, that I could trust with my thoughts and feelings, and I couldn't help but agree.

"The changes may seem trivial now, but they'll have an enormous impact. You've changed, and through you I'm sure that Remnant will be changed as well."

Shirou gave me a smile full of confidence with a hint of something like anticipation, like he wanted to see how much I would grow. He really believed that. He believed that I could change the world, that such a thing was assured even. How did he do that? How could anyone just…?

I summoned La Pucelle to my hands and examined it for a moment. I didn't feel any doubt from Ruler and Avenger either. I wasn't sure if I would have even if there was, but after last night I was sure that they had at least as much certainty in me as Shirou did. I stared at my reflection in the flat of the blade and lowered it to my side to meet the man's eyes once again and give my enthusiastic agreement.

"Right!" I felt a little smile slip onto my lips as a warm feeling filled my chest and the world looked a little bit brighter because of it. "You three believe in me so-"

"Jaune…" Shirou cut in. There was a questioning tone in my male instructor's voice as he looked down at the sword in my hand and I lowered my own gaze to it as well. I dropped La Pucelle in shock, and it was planted blade first in the dirt with its pummel facing the sky. It wasn't the sword that was out of the ordinary though. It was me.

Just like last night, my hands were encased in light.

"You awoke your Semblance?" If I had missed the surprise in his words, then his raised eyebrows would have shown his shock just as well.

Had I forgotten to mention that earlier? I had had a lot of other questions for him that had all seemed important, and I guess the incident from last night had been pushed to the back of my mind. Well, better late than never.

"Um, yeah. It did the same thing yesterday while I was talking to Ruler and Avenger. I sort of forgot about it what with everything that was going on." The glow faded as I spoke and was gone before I finished.

Mr. Emiya gave a hum of acknowledgement and walked over, taking my hand by the wrist and turning it over as if looking for any changes that may have taken place.

"That was fast. Much faster than I was expecting," he explained while examining me intensely. "I thought that would take at least a month and that was with hoping that the process of discovering it would be expedited since you are older than your sisters were when they awoke their Auras and found their Semblances."

He gave me my hand back and took a contemplative stance before nodding.

"This is good. The expression of one's soul will often take the form of something that is very influential to their personal fighting style. Speaking from experience, someone with super strength may try using a heavier weapon while being able to ignore an opponent's defenses and favor blocks to parries, or someone with super speed might use something with enough weight to not get caught easily due to the force behind it, perhaps with a long edge capable of catching their foes as they run by. If we can find yours now then we won't have to make corrections later. What did you feel when you were glowing? Stronger, lighter, more aware of your surroundings, anything like those?"

"I don't think so," I confessed after thinking it over. "I felt sort of happy and content, I guess? It was like…" I tried to think of when I had felt something similar and found an example surprisingly quickly thanks to how recently it had been. "A bit like when my Aura was awakened yesterday."

He gave a thoughtful nod before continuing with his questions.

"Were you feeling those things before or only after? When you say warm, do you mean like a heat, perhaps a flame or a spark?"

"Um, I think I was feeling happy before but maybe even more so after? Not a flame but a bit like soft clothes or the blankets wrapped around you after a good night's sleep?"

"You definitely don't make things easy for us, do you?" Avenger cut in.

'You try explaining a vague sensation you have only briefly felt twice when you weren't expecting it or focusing on it because you had suddenly become a human-flashlight,' I responded.

"Okay," the only voice outside of my mind began and I turned my attention away from Avenger. "The feelings are probably some kind of trigger and we can try to find out the exact mechanics of it this afternoon. You probably already know this, but don't try to experiment with your Semblance around anyone else. While it may not be likely, there is a chance that someone could be hurt if they were nearby while you practice."

I nodded, having already decided not to do such a thing last night. If my Semblance was super strength or the ability to fire laser beams from my hands, then any use of it around others would be dangerous at best and life-ending at worst. I wanted to be a hero, I wouldn't let some stupid mistake early on make me more in line with a villain.

"Anything else that might have slipped your mind?"

'Ruler, Avenger?'

"I think that was everything."

"Yep."

"That's it."

"Good. That means we can get started. I'll try to teach you the bare basics of archery today." He reached his hand out to his side and it disappeared for a moment before he drew it back with a strung bow in his grip. He tossed it to me and I took half a step back to make sure I didn't fall as I caught it. It landed in the palm of my hand and seemed to fit there perfectly.

The weapon was long. It had to be as tall as I was, taller if it was unstrung. It was thin with a sheen that reminded me of polished silver. Just above my hand, on the inside of the bow, there was an engraving of two crescents: the symbol of the Arc family. Aside from that, there was not a single mark on it and I think that only improved its appearance; it was elegant in its simplicity.

"It's nothing special," Shirou commented as he handed me a matching quiver. "The draw weight should be enough for even your Aura-enhanced strength, an arrow fired from it should carry enough force to pierce a Grimm's skull, and, if your aim is true, it won't miss. That being said, I just made it from some spare materials I found around your town last night. Don't get too attached to it; it is just a stand-in for the one I will make you later."

I looked down at the bow I had in my hand and admired its shine as I plucked the string. He considered this only good enough to be a stand-in? I slung the quiver over my shoulders and it fit naturally onto my back. I looked to Shirou and he gestured towards one of the trees a small distance off to be my first target. I took an arrow and brought it to my bow. I fidgeted with it for a few seconds until it was resting just above my hand and close to perfectly centered before I pulled back and aim-

"No," Shirou interrupted and my fingers slipped, prematurely loosing the arrow. It sailed past the tree and out of sight into the woods beyond. "You do not aim after you have pulled the string back. Doing so requires that you exert more force to keep it steady which will reduce your accuracy. You already know your target so you should have already aimed before you have even grabbed an arrow; when you draw the bow, draw it into a position in which your shot will already be directed at the target. Also, when you pull your hand back it should be closer to your jaw or ear. Those are your anchoring points, not mid-chest. Your arms should be used to steady the bow only, not supply all the force needed to use it. The real muscles you will be using come from your back. Try again."

As he spoke, he prodded different areas of my upper body to show where I had gone wrong. I nodded and looked to the tree again. I saw a small knot where a branch had once been midway up its trunk with a center that vaguely reminded me of a bull's-eye. It was easy enough to pick out but would be difficult to hit. Perhaps it was too small of a target for my first try…

"Aim small, miss small," the archer next to me continued, having followed my line of sight. "If you think that all you need to do is hit a tree, then your body relaxes. It allows for more error since you have such a large target and you become more likely to miss. When you are aiming at your enemy and trying to kill, don't aim for just its head. Don't aim for just the marks on the center of its skull's skeletal plating. Aim for the small speck of dust in the center of its eye and loose your shot when it has no chance to block or when the act of blocking itself serves your purposes." He once more looked at me and nodded. "Again."

I refocused on my target, not the small knot I had seen before, but its very center inside the raised bark where the wood seemed to have split from being exposed to the air. I took aim, drew back, and loosed.

It didn't strike the target, not the one I had been aiming for. The shot landed a foot to the left and below of where I had intended, almost missing the tree entirely. I looked at where I had hit and compared it to where I had been aiming and firmed my resolve.

I had a goal.

I would reach it.

Ending Notes:

Personally, this chapter felt a little too expository for my liking, but I feel that it had to happen now as the questions asked are things that Jaune would want an immediate answer to. It also lets me answer some of the reviews I've been given concerning why Shirou wouldn't directly change everything: it's not because he doesn't have the capability per se, but because he doesn't have the time.

Besides that, the main things covered were a brief state of the world, NP information, and the beginning of Jaune's practice with the bow. I am in no way an expert archer and all the information I found on the sport comes from the internet, so feel free to mention in a review if I got something wrong.

Surprisingly enough, the Nasuverse apparently already has someone who faked their own death and ascended to the Throne of Heroes while still being alive: François Prelati, the teacher of Fate/Zero's Caster. I had no idea that was a thing when I started this, but the summoning and how it affects the living copies will be handled differently.

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