So I'm going, to be honest I was not expecting so much feedback from the first chapter at the time of writing this part already 40 follows!? In less than a day?! Apparently follows motivate me lol, Well let's hope into the first official chapter then!

Edit: already 100 Follows! You all have way too much faith in me

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START OF CHAPTER 2 HERE!

The first thing Shirou felt about the man that was approaching was a massive way of evil and malice surrounding him, almost as tainted as "The Holy Grail" itself was forming a barrier around him, similar to when he (not him) saw Saber become tainted by the grail. Unconsciously readying himself to trace a weapon at a moments notice, several weapons seemingly eager to spawn from his inner world to cut the abomination surrounding the man in front of him free from that taint.

"Ah Mash, just the person I was looking for. Who is this?"

The man turned to face Shirou, who was standing somewhat in front of the now named Mash. Standing on guard but looking at the man he finally took in his appearance. He seemed to be of German descent in either his late thirties or early forties. He had long reddish brown hair on the sides of his head and seemingly missing the rest on the top. A full Green suit complete with matching top hat, and topping it all off a periwinkle colored tie.

To others whoever this man was, he probably seemed like an approachable gentleman, but to The Hero of Justice who had face several servants and beings far stronger than humanity, he could tell that at the very least he wasn't as genuine as he seemed.

"Generally one introduces themselves before asking for another's name."

"My apologies if I offended you, I am Leff Lynor the head engineer here at Chaleda. Now may I ask who you are?"

Accepting the answer, with a small nod of his Shirou gave him a half bow, however, the half scowl never left his face.

"Shirou Emiya"

" Ah yes, Master Candidate 47 correct? Your first ray shift experience was earlier today correct, How was that?"

Shirou having no idea what this man was talking about and needing information gave a simple half-truth with a small shrug.

"I'm afraid I don't remember much of it."

"Nothing too surprising there I'm afraid, most Master Candidates don't remember their first ray shift, that's why we do a controlled ray shift to make sure everything is running smoothly ."

Shirou who was still on edge around simply nodded his head before laying his thoughts on the table.

"I see, making sure everyone is in a safe and controlled environment before sending them out onto the field, smart."

Leff simply nodded his head before starting to turn to face Mash.

"Indeed, now as fun as this conversation has been I must get back to business, Mash Director Olga was looking for us, have a wonderful day and we'll see you tomorrow at orientation."

Mash simply nodded her head before giving a small bow to Shirou as she followed Leff towards their destination. Now alone Shirou took the time to investigate his surroundings fully now. Pale white hallways with the occasional person walking down them, and the many windows lining the hallway.

Looking towards the window Shirou noticed his appearance or his rather drastic change in appearance. No longer was his hair grey from overuse of his circuits, instead it was back to his auburn hair he had during his high school days, His skin was no longer tanned and the wrinkles on his brow were gone as well, back to his unblemished pale skin.

His eyes as well were no longer a cold steel color instead they were back to his bright gold eyes, almost as if a forge fire was burning there. Lastly, his outfit had changed as well, before he was wearing his enforcer armor underneath The Shroud of Martian, now though he had a long sleeve white zip-up type shirt with two black straps running across the top and bottom of the shirt, plain black pants and a simple pair of black shoes.

Curiously enough though he could feel a small pull on his prana, unnoticeable with the Heroic Spirits around however now that he was alone he could feel a very small drain, almost as if he was helping support a servant, but an incomplete connection similar to how he was with his Saber. While he would have loved to explore this more there was a more pressing matter for him to deal with, seeing how his abilities had altered after Zelretch gave him his other selves memories.

Placing a hand in his pocket he felt his hand connect with something. Curiously pulling the item out he noticed it was a key of some kind, along with a note attached to it. Carefully removing the note he proceeded to unfold it, only to immediately recognize the handwriting on it.

"Shirou my boy, as one last 'Gift' for you from me, here are some directions to your new room. I even 'Touched' it up for you" Signed Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg

I sense of foreboding filled his stomach as he quickly rushed to his new room's destination. After about five minutes of walking The Second Magus Killer reached his room, quickly unlocking the door he opened it to see his room. The first eye-catching thing about it was the rather large poster on the wall, a poster of his Saber laying on a bed with only a blanket covering her modesty. Shirou felt his face quickly heat up as he took down the poster and put it in his closet, for as much as he should have destroyed the cursed thing he couldn't will himself to do it, because it was still a picture of his Saber, semi-perverse but it still caught her features perfectly, from her beautiful golden hair to her sharp emerald eyes that were filled with warmth for him. As he shoved the poster into the closet though, he noticed a couple articles of clothing that looked nothing like the multiple of the outfit he was wearing now.

The first was the Shroud of Martian in all its glory, not a single blemish on it, he would never admit it to anyone that even though Archer wore this in his future he still loved the cloth for its protection. The second was his old enforcer armor, lightweight to not interfere with his quick movements and change of combat stances from swords, spears, and hundreds of other weapons. The armor was a black sleeveless vest that clung tightly to his chest highlighting his muscles, black combat pants along with matching boots all enchanted with durability runes and small protective wards that he put on them himself with his small knowledge of runes, it reminded him of Archer's armor so much that when Rin first saw him (Not him?) in it she had fainted on sight. Next was his go-to outfit in high school, his long sleeve white shirt with blue sleeves and a pair of jeans. The last article of clothing was probably as annoying as the poster though, it was a crimson red apron with the words 'Unlimited Cook Works' in bold yellow writing. Shirou simply sighed before clothing the closet after carefully hiding the poster in the back.

Walking over to his bed he took a seat and felt most of the tension in his body leave him, it was a very comfortable bed. Laying down on his new bed he let his mind wander as he focused on his inner world. Opening his eyes again Shirou was no longer in his room, now standing on a hill of swords, or at least what was supposed to be his hill of swords.

No longer was his world a barren tomb of weapons with gears in the sky reminding him of his Future self who became a counter guardian, forever reminding him of his potential future. Now though it was a lush winter forest with a beautiful full moon in the sky. Upon closer inspection of the trees were pine evergreen's, fitting seeing as it fit his life well. The pine tree said to hold the secret of fire, similar to his soul's forging of weapons. Upon closer inspection of the tree's the 'pine needles' were not pine needles at all, but each one was the essence of a weapon, ready to be called upon to manifest from his soul. That was a slightly shocking feeling to him and was slightly overwhelming when he thought about it, that meant there were millions of different weapons inside of his world, granted not all of them were noble phantasms or even special, but the unlimited blades seemed to have gotten upgraded. True the weapon graves were infinite in his world originally but now it seemed to be more organized and tranquil.

While most of the weapons had become parts of the metallic snow covered trees there was still a hill in his world and on this hill were a small number of weapons, all of which he had a deep history with. Directly on the center of the hill embedded into two separate stones were two blades, Excalibur within Avalon and Caliburn, surrounding the two blades was could only be called a barrier of swords around it pointing towards the heavens. Nothing but multiple copies of Kanshou and Bakuya in a full circle around the swords, almost protecting them?

Slightly farther down the Hill stood three other weapons all much larger in size compared to the others. The red spear that had ended his life once and screamed for blood, Gae Bolg. Standing tall and proud next to the spear was a hulking slab of rock that was a crude weapon wielded by a titan of a man, Berserker's Axe Sword. Lastly slung over Berserker's sword was Archer's signature massive black bow, it's color almost absorbing the moonlight into its form making it nearly an unnoticeable shadow in his inner world.

He slowly approached Excalibur and Caliburn wondering how he could have them here, while Caliburn he saw (not Him) from Saber's memories he could never trace it this perfectly. Excalibur was another can of worms entirely, it should have been impossible for him to have it here in Unlimited Blade Works most of the materials used to make it were otherworldly and the crafting ways of the Faes were lost even on him, even now he couldn't look into the History of the blade past when Artoria received the sword, yet before when he looked into its history it sent his brain into a seizure like state lancing pain through his whole body.

Now though it felt like it a warm embrace inside his soul, almost as if his lost lover was by his side again or as if his soul was complete now. Before he knew it his face felt damp, he had been crying, something he had forgotten how to do for the longest time, the last time he could remember shedding any tears was his heartfelt goodbye with Saber, almost eleven years ago(Not Him?).

His brain hurt as he thought of these memories, was that actually him? Or was that one of his alternate selves? Which Shirou Emiya was he? He was searching for his Saber, but he loved Rin, no he loved Sakura? No... He wasn't allowed to love, there was too much blood on his hands... NO! He was Shirou Emiya... He could remember that much, but which Shirou was he... Older brother of Ilya? No.. Older brother of Kuro? No? He was an orphan and had no siblings... Right? Damnit, remember who you are! He was forged in the fire of Fukiyi... Right?

Or was he orphaned and adopted by Emiya Kiritsugu and his loving wife Irisviel von Einzbern, he then lived a mundane life until he found his younger sister was a magical girl right? NO?! Which Shirou was he? He was a broken hero, giving his life to become a counter guardian and murdering thousands for years to come... Right? No? He felt more tears run down his face but currently, he could care less, his brain was in shambles, his memories attempting to take dominance of him trying to tell him which Shirou he actually was, fighting for dominance.

"Allow me to help you, my child. At least a little for now... Granted this will be temporary at best, this is the best I can do."

The voice there was here and gone in an instant, making The Wrought Iron Hero actually question if it was there, to begin with. However, his brain seemed to be sorting itself almost like a filing cabinet.

Wiping away the few tears that feel Shirou noticed two other things in his updated Unlimited Blade works, the first was the small brook that went through the forest, however, the brook was not filled with water. It was blood, a dark crimson in color that was highlighted by the moonlight making it seem slightly more disturbing and even more out of place in here. He had to question why this blood river was here, was it from the blood on his hands or from him technically die in the snow? He put these thoughts aside for a later day.

The second was the small clouds of smoke in the distance through the trees. Following the billowing smoke, he traversed his inner world towards the new disturbance. However as he started to get closer he his world seemed to be crumbling down, before he could reach it.

"It's not yet time for us to meet, you shall learn in due time young one."

Before Shirou could question who or where the voice came from, he returned from Unlimited Blade Works and started dreaming. He was fighting, His skin was warped by overuse of magic and parts of his hair were white instead of red. he traces a massive sword larger than anything he could have possibly done before. Shirou sprints up the blade past a flying magical girl Illya completely ignoring her (go Back!), he continues running forward towards a young girl with black hair and gold eyes similar to his own, Miyu his (not his) Younger Sister. She's wearing a similar outfit to Illya except hers is purple instead of pink, for she is also a magical girl.

"Miyu, Sorry I couldn't protect you. But this time, I'm going to end this."

Miyu started crying tears of joy at this point but Shirou sprints forward towards his opponent. A woman in her late teen's early twenties stands in front of him, she has Bright gold hair in pigtails, dull blue eyes and various tattoos covering her body, She wears armor similar to the king of heroes except her form is much more revealing than his. She also has the power of a servant leaking out of her, in fact, Shirou recognizes, it's the power of Gilgamesh the king of Heroes.

"I Won't let you pass"

"Odd how our positions are reversed from last time."

"Quit prattling, Faker."

The woman proceeds to shoot a multitude of blades rapid fire from the gate of Babylon at him. He starts running forward at the woman summoning blades around him.

"Same to You Counterfeiter!"

His blades smash into the flying ones of the Female Gilgamesh before he keeps rushing forward up the length of the massive blade towards her.

"You should already know better. You can't keep up with me that way."

Not slowing down Shirou summons Kanshou and Bakuya into his hands as the Woman launches another volley of swords down upon him. Instead of summoning more swords to stop these he weaves out of the way of the most potent attacks and blocks others with the Married blades, never stopping his rush towards her. Finally, as he starts getting closer he's forced to stop and block attacks as he summons more swords to help counteract the barrage of weapons heading his way.

"There is no escape for you... No... There was never any place for you to go."

More swords are launched at him as he's forced to give some ground, he leaps into the air slashing away as more swords fly at him. Quickly calling upon a large nameless sword as a shield he lands

"I'm already risking my life, I've long since decided how to spend it."

The sword starts to crack from the relentless barrage slamming into it, however, Shirou simply gives an archer like a smirk.

"I am the bone of my sword."

All of his circuits become visible under his skin as he says this, and he can hear a single loud thump of his heart in his ears. The sword cracks more but holds against the continuous volleys.

"Steel is my body, and fire is my blood."

More blades pierce the shield sword but it still holds strong, but for how much longer will it hold?

"I have created over a thousand blades."

The skin on Shirou's left arm starts to instantly tan matching most of the arm now.

"Unaware of beginning,"

Swords start breaking through the shield sword, some slashing his arms and legs but the deadliest ones are still being blocked by the sword. Shirou ignores the pain focusing on his one spell, his ultimate trump card. The shield sword shatters as it can no longer handle the hundreds of swords slamming into it, it disappears into motes of prana.

"Nor aware of the end-"

His body screams at him to stop, forcing him to stop his spell, blood is flowing from several gashes now all over him. He lets out a muffled scream and falls to his knees. The barrage stops as Female Gilgamesh stares down at him.

"You can't even activate it anymore? Then there's nothing left to see here. Get off the stage, Your role is over. This time I will eliminate your very existence."

Shirou through his blurry vision looks up at the woman, noticing the now large of a gap is still between them.

"Stage? Role? I'm sick of playing house with you people."

Shirou forces his muscles to listen to him again as he stands up staring down the woman.

"Out of my way, Third-rate actor."

The woman simple lets out a single smug laugh before the barrage continues raining down on Shirou. Then the dream ends.

Shirou awakens quickly in his room, his body throbbing in pain from phantom pains. Standing up and stretching he exited his room to see that it was at least late evening, if not later. The Windows he was looking out earlier today now having no sun peeking through even though they were on top of a mountain. Seeing as he couldn't go back to his Reality Marble, he took the next logical step on what to do, become fully acquainted with Chaldea's facilities. Walking around learning where everything was was when Shirou ran into another person, well the gentlemen actually bumped into The Wrought Iron Hero.

"Ah my bad, I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking. Are you alright?"

While the gentlemen was apologizing though he realized very quickly that Shirou was much taller than him, a good six inches at least. Shirou looked down at the man and the first thought that came to his head was for lack of a better term, Fluffy. The man in front of him had bright orange hair that would have might have been dragging on the floor if it wasn't in its ponytail like hairstyle. He wore simple medical scrubs greenish blue in color, with a white lab coat on top of that. Matching scrub shoes tied the outfit together.

"It's alright, I was lost in my thoughts."

Shirou gave the man a simple smile with a small bow, before sticking his hand out for a handshake.

"Shirou Emiya... Magus Candidate #47"

he added as an afterthought. The Doctor's eyes seemed to light up upon that part.

"Oh yeah, you were part of the practice ray shift earlier today! Sorry, I never introduced myself, I'm Doctor Roman, just call me Roman." The newly appointed Roman returned the handshake before taking his hand and rubbing the back of his head. Shirou simply gave a small bow before replying.

"It's not a problem Roman, I didn't introduce myself either."

"So if you don't mind me asking, is there any reason your out here at this time ?"

"Please Shirou is fine, but to answer your question I was simply clearing my head. A simple bad dream nothing more than that."

"It may be a bit forward of me to ask, but do you want to talk about it? I am a doctor for a reason."

Shirou shook his head before replying.

"I thank you for the offer but I don't need to bother you with a simple bad dream. If you don't mind me asking though do you know where the closest kitchen is? I wanted to cook a simple snack before heading back to bed, I can make you something as well if you want."

"Sure, I could go for a bite!"

Making some quick small talk, Roman lead the way to the cafeteria visibly excited about the prospect of free food. After a couple minutes of walking they two had arrived at their destination, sharing idle chit-chat along the way.

Shirou finding out that the good doctor wasn't a mage or even know of the magical world before this project, in fact roughly 30% of the staff hadn't known of mage craft before Marisbury Animusphere or his daughter Olga brought them onto the staff. If the mage's Association heard wind of this... Well, he didn't want to think of what would happen. Mage's hated sharing their secret, to begin with, and bringing these many people without knowledge of the magic world was a huge no to put it nicely.

Arriving in the main kitchen/cafeteria area, Shirou was rather impressed with how well stocked and maintained it was. It was one thing to have the basics but most of the cooking equipment was brand new, with several exotic cooking items to use in the kitchen other than a stove and oven. The number of high-quality ingredients in the fridges and pantry was also somewhat shocking. There was taking care of your staff and then there was making sure that every course was a five-star meal. sat on a nearby barstool next to the kitchen window watching Shirou explore the kitchen.

"Surprised about all the stuff in there right?"

"You could say that I wasn't expecting a kitchen this well off."

"You can thank Olga for that one, she won't ever admit to it but she cares for everyone here. She wants to make sure that this project succeeds no matter what, keeping your employees happy is a good first step."

Roman rubs the back of his head while letting out a weak chuckle.

"But uh, can you do me a favor and not tell her I told you? I may have been friends with her dad but she'd give me an earful."

Shirou gave him a simple smile as he started grabbing ingredients for a simple Spring Green Sandwich.

"You have my word, Roman."

The good doctor let out an audible reviled sigh, before going back to watching Shirou cook. At this point though Shirou had completely tuned out the doctor going into his "zone" for cooking.

Putting a pot of water on to boil, Shirou grabbed several thick strips of bacon and put them in a pan on medium heat with a little bit of oil. While the bacon was cooking he took a little amount of butter and mixed it with some Japanese mustard to spread on bread later. In a separate bowl, he combined some Mayonnaise, whole grain mustard, honey and a little freshly ground pepper. Taking the bacon out of the pan he placed it on a paper towel covered plate before lightly dabbing more of the oil off. Whisking together a couple eggs Shirou added a pinch of salt to them before pouring them into the pan that had previously housed the bacon with the leftover bacon fat. As the eggs began to cook he added a little salt to the now boiling pan of water, he then added some spring greens stock first into the water.

Finishing the scrambled eggs he set those off to the side as the spring greens finished cooking after around three minutes. Removing the cooked spring greens he quickly put them in an ice bath before making sure they were fully dry. Grabbing a couple slices of white bread before starting to assemble the sandwiches. Spreading the mustard butter on the bottom, he then placed the spring greens on top of it followed by the bacon slices. Topping the bacon with the mayo spread he placed the scrambled eggs on top of that before placing the second piece of bread on that. He then wrapped the sandwiches before putting the sandwiches in between two cutting boards to meld the flavors together properly.

After five minutes of waiting he removed the sandwiches from between the cutting boards before cutting them cleanly in half and putting them on plates for him and the doctor to enjoy. Exiting his "cooking zone" Shirou finally noticed the look was giving him, or more accurately the sandwiches on the plates. Roman had a hard stare at the sandwiches with a small amount of drool leaking from his mouth. Setting down a plate in front of Roman, Shirou told him what he was thinking.

"Uh, doctor your drooling."

Roman quickly rubbed his mouth with the back of his sleeve before looking at Shirou.

"Do you not smells this food? It smells amazing!"

"It's just a simple sandwich Roman, this is nothing special. Feel free to dig in"

Roman quickly dug into the sandwich with gusto and letting out sounds of rapture... Was he crying? Yes, there were actual tears running down his face as he ate the sandwich.

"Roman, are you alright? Your crying."

Swallowing down the bite in his mouth, Roman looked at Shirou again before laughing slightly...

"This is amazing! It's like a god blessed this food or something! You're like a cooking god!"

"Roman I can't help but feel you're overreacting."

Roman shook his head before taking another bite of his sandwich.

"But it's so good, can you become the head chef instead? Please!?"

Shirou let out a small laugh before shaking his head.

"I'm afraid not Doctor, with that being said though I will bid you a good night."

Roman still scarfing down his sandwiches he simply gave Shirou a wave goodbye. Shirou walked back to his room, the trip was uneventful in the late night. The snow outside shined brightly from the moonlight glow as he continued walking towards his room. After swiping his key the door closed behind him automatically as he laid down in his bed much calmer and fuller as well. He quickly fell asleep into a soft slumber.

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Interactions are hard to write sometimes I swear, but this is where I'm ending the chapter because I just want to get one out to you guys.