So to start off I'm sorry this took so long, but I told all of you that uploads would be random... So yeah? Regardless I don't any Type Moon stuff.
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While Shirou knew he was physically asleep his soul apparently had other plans, for when he opened his eyes again he was once more in his heavily changed world of blades. Unsure of what his soul was trying to show him he slowly walked through the snow-covered fields, the snow crunching under his feet with every step he took. After walking in between several trees and through more snow he finally spotted it, something calling out to him... A sword, but a sword he swore "he" never saw, Dáisleaf, it was a magic sword made by dwarves and given to King Högni before the battle of Hjaõningavíg. It was said that every time it was barred from its scabbard, it was to kill the enemy, as no wound made by it could be healed. The sword was practically screaming to him for it to be drawn, which just made Shirou more confused.
While he had seen many swords in his own life he was certain that this wasn't one of them, looking into the history of the sword solved no questions either, any time a sword was added to UBW it a least had some memory of him stuck to it, no matter how small. From scanning the sword, however, there was nothing there, all that was there was the small history of the sword he saw nothing more. With no other options to choose from, he hesitantly grabbed the "needle" that was representing the sword and pulled. The pine needle burst to life in his hand, transforming into Dáisleaf, and within it, more memories came quickly rushing into his head.
He was on a battlefield, four people standing across from him (not Him) a beautiful young foreign woman with blonde hair and sky blue eyes. She's wearing a girl's Japanese high school uniform, with an atomic tangerine colored armor worn on top of it. The Next was a handsome young man with silver-white hair and red eyes, wearing a Japanese high school uniform, and on top of it, a priest's coat. He also wears a belt that holds five Demonic swords, Gram, Balmung, Nothung, Tyrfing, and Dáinsleaf, which were around his waist and legs, forming a sword-like skirt. The Next is a handsome young man with short black hair and blue eyes. He wears a combination of a Japanese school uniform and ancient Chinese attire, he also was arguably the strongest of the group as well. The last is a young man with black hair and spectacles. he wears a combination of a Japanese school uniform and wears a mage-style robe over his uniform with a feathered cape, most likely a mage.
While Shirou can't hear the conversation between him and the four others, it seems to be rather heated, before things escalate and the woman shouts at him charging forward with a simple rapier, quickly tracing Kanshou and Bakuya to block the attack The wrought Iron Magus feels a presence behind him quickly shoving the woman away he swings Kanshou behind to parry the blade coming at him from the boy with the sword skirt, quickly jumping back Shirou reinforces his clothes and body to there limits. Jumping back once again when another thrust from the woman came at him from the side. he needed to do something, and fast. Grimacing, Shirou jumped away from them one more time, not letting them use their numerical advantage against him. Dismissing Kanshou and Bakuya before he starts tracing something else.
The woman seems to throw some sort of smug taunt at him, but "Shirou" (Not Him) ignores it and traces Archer's bow and another sword appears in his free hand.
Skirt boy looked disbelievingly at the sword Shirou traced then at his waist, he was confused by the fact it was his sword that "Shirou" had just traced, but by the time he looked at him again, Shirou had already altered the sword into what he needed. The distance between the two of them and me was approximately forty feet. More than enough time for them to dodge.
Striking his ears, Shirou hears the first actual words of the fight, surprising it's his own voice "I said before. I'm not a fighter. I'm a killer." he begins charging the arrow on his bow. "I don't have time to play games." he fired the sword, directly at the feet of the blonde girl. She tried to jump away, but it was too late. The effect had already been called the moment the projectile left his bow. An icicle jutted out from her feet, skewering her in the midsection, her eyes looked at him with disbelief before they fell lifeless.
(A.N.: This part is heavily inspired by a scene in An Unwilling Hero by Sniperk, I highly recommend reading this crossover fic to get the full context of this scene)
Horrified at what he saw Shirou felt the sword drop from his hand as his hands rushed to grab the side of his head. The sword changing once again into a pine needle.
"that's not me, that couldn't have been me, could it?"
Yes, he had killed before, that wasn't the part that surprised him, it was his tone when delivered those words. Shirou had always looked for the good in someone even when he fought, only when it was impossible for him to find something to redeem them he would kill.
Magi that would turn into Dead Apostles?
Slaughtered before they could spread the disease.
Beasts of the night made from the flesh of humans?
An apology for failing to save them before they were chopped down as well.
Serial killers and terrorists using mystical powers to evade the law enforcement?
Killed to save the thousands they could potentially hurt.
Due to his very core though, his Ideal 'Shirou Emiya' would be a being that would always try to save everyone possible, no matter who they were, only on a few occasions did he dirty his hands with actual human's blood, and even then it was one for one hundred, ten for one thousand. The lives he saved always outweighed the lives he took, even if it hurt to do it every time. But the tone of voice "He" had used reminded him of one people and it scared him of the potential path he took. The one was his father or better yet the man his father was before he found Shirou... The Magus Killer, Kiritsugu Emiya, the man who had hunted down mage after mage and slaughtered them in order to protect others, the same man who would blow up a building with innocents inside just to make sure that his target would die, the same man who'd sink a ocean liner full of people to not let his target get away.
While Shirou loved his father and could never hate the man, the stories he had heard did change some of his views of his father, why sacrifice the few to make sure the one didn't get away? If one needed to die then that one would be killed, but innocents wouldn't be harmed... it wasn't Shirou Emiya's way to kill unless there was no other option.
But that version of him (he knew for a fact that wasn't him) stated so calmly like he was simply sharing the weather that anyone he fought, would die. He would not try to save them, only slaughter. That version of him had to be the second coming of The Magus Killer, there was no way that he'd ever become like that... Right?
"Less than a day and you already manage to start breaking the seal? I shouldn't be surprised for you are the entity known as 'Emiya Shirou', the one known for doing the impossible..."
Again the voice from before boomed into his head and again before he could ask questions he could feel his conscience being kick out of Unlimited Blade Works once more.
(Shirou Emiya, 1st person)
My body awoke with a jolt, the grogginess quickly being pushed away as I felt the bright lights of the room burst to life. Strange, I didn't leave the lights on when I went to bed, I'm sure of that. Slowly looking towards the door I see the answer to my unasked question, Mash was standing in the now open doorway her hand resting on the light switch, however, she must not have noticed me awake yet for she started walking towards my bed. Before this could continue any further I decide to speak.
"Mash, why are you in my room?"
Turning my head to fully face her, the only reaction out of her is her eyes widening by a small fraction and her halting in her walk.
"I was told to come to wake you Senpai -"
For a brief moment my mind is slammed with another memory, instead of being in my room in Chaldea, I'm in my old shed in Fuyuki and instead of Mash and see a girl standing in the open doorway. She is in her teens, she has violet hair, which is styled with a pink ribbon on the left side, and matching violet eyes. she's wearing a pink cardigan, a white top, and a long cream-colored skirt. This girl is... Sakura Matou, I think? Yes, it is her, and she's my... Lover? No, Friend... Right?
"Senpai? Did you fall asleep out here again?"
Before the memory continues though, I'm pulled out of it by the feel of a hand touching my forehead snapping me out of my thoughts. Mash is a mere inches away from my face with her dull purple eyes staring into mine.
"Senpai? Are you ill, you seemed to have stopped listening to me. You don't feel ill though, perhaps I'm doing this wrong then?"
Not trying to see where she'd go next I simply respond to her, while gently pushing her hand away from my forehead
"Sorry Mash, I simply spaced out there for a second, I'm not sick."
Mash simply removes her hand and stands to her full height again continuing to watch me before she replies.
"Very well then Senpai, I suggest we hurry then to orientation before the Director gets too angry with you."
Deciding that angering the Director of this place where I'll be staying for the foreseeable future would probably not be a good idea I quickly rush over to my closet to change into the Chaldea Uniform.
"Just let me change first then we can go Mash."
"Very well Senpai."
I start removing my shirt but stop about halfway through the motion, out of the corner of my eye I spot Mash has not moved from the side of my bed and is instead watching me change.
"Mash... Why are you still in my room?"
"I am waiting for you to change Senpai."
I let out a small sigh before turning to fully face her, no, my shirt dropping back down "I can see that, but shouldn't you be waiting outside then?"
Mash stares back blankly for a second before her eyes gain a small light to them and a very faint blush dusts her cheeks. She then proceeds to make a small noise of understanding. "Ah. Very well Senpai, I'll wait outside then."
After waiting for the door to close this time I quickly changed clothes and head for the door after her. However, after opening the door I nearly run over Mash, for she is standing directly in front of the door waiting.
"Mash?"
She turns and looks up at me, her still dull eyes locking with mine.
"Yes, Senpai?"
"Have you been standing right here the whole time waiting for me?"
"Yes," I open my mouth to reply, before sighing again and simply putting a hand over my face. This girl really took my words that literally? Regardless I had more important things to focus on than this.
"Mash?"
"Yes, Senpai?"
"Can we get going please, we wouldn't want the director waiting on us." and I truly meant that as well, I never liked being late to events and the fact that overslept when I was supposed to be meeting the head of Chaleda left a bad taste in my mouth. Mash simply nods at me before starting to walk down the hallway.
My first Impression of the Director of Chaldea, Olga Marie Animusphere, was that she was the very definition of a quintessential magus, a ruthlessness that air of confidence that even overpowered Rin's, it was something that I personally found off-putting in most magus' but I had come to respect as well. One other thing stuck out about her though, she was young, younger than I was before I had deaged from Zelretch's magic. That youth to her showed her shortcomings very easily to me, such as her complete and total reliance on , the second was her absolute inability to seemingly be able to compromise was troubling as well.
Regardless, even missing the beginning part of her speech to all the master candidates, I could say without a doubt that almost all of these people had no idea what she was talking about, I barely understood half of what she was saying even after working for Clocktower for several years, most of these people were civilians to second rate magi at best, no one that had agreed to work here with the Animusphere's either were civilians who were offered handsome rewards or 2nd born children looking for a new potential new ways to fame. Regardless what I did understand from her speech was a cause I could fully stand behind.
Chaldea was an organization dedicated to saving mankind from a potential destruction on the horizon, one even the counter guardians would likely not be able to handle. Chaldea, in order to gain all this power, had a direct connection to Gaia, it was what projected Earth onto a miniature planet, nicknamed Chaldeas. The rest of the explanations, unfortunately, went over my head and trying to scan the miniature planet with structural grasp seemed like a terrible idea.
The fact that in this timeline the winner of the 5th holy grail war was a just man and that the grail was untainted as well... Well, it was surprising that this world was still in one piece. An untainted grail with magi to would have spelled disaster in his world, in fact, it did, that's why his grail had become tainted. Regardless Olga's father making this place with his wish was amazing, a truly great man to wish for something like this.
Back to what Chaldea was though, masters like himself would be sent to throughout history summoning Heroes of legend to help make sure that essentially the world was following the correct course of history. Using the mini planet as a catalyst for both keeping servants summoned in this plain, and made it possible to travel throughout history in the first place.
It did put a small hope inside me though if we were traveling throughout history and summoning servants it meant there was a chance for me to see Saber again. Either going to her time or her being summoned here, would it be her though? Would she be my Saber or would she just be King Arthur and remember nothing of me? I was nervous to put it lightly, I was still searching for her, and in my heart, I felt her waiting for me, but I just didn't know for 100% certainty.
Before my thoughts could continue though they brought back to the front of the room and once again I was on guard. Dr. Lev had taken center stage.
Alarms were going off in my head, for the longer Lev talked the malice and taint were growing around him, stronger as if charging up a spell, the fact that no one was reacting to it at all was more worrying to Shirou itself. Surely they all could feel this right? This pressure pushing down on me and the rest of the people in the room, yet I was the only affected it seemed. I had to figure out what was going on so I did the only thing I could without drawing attention.
"Trace On..."
Structural grasp, one of the most basic of basic spells. Completely useless to most, however after years of use and perfection, this was one of the defining spells in my arsenal. While most people would simply get the very basic components of something tiny they scanned after several minutes, I could do the same in the matter of a second, and be putting some effort into the spell I could then get the history, the make, everything about anything I scanned. Granted it was easier with melee weapons, specifically swords but I could still scan other things such as the room. I felt my stomach fill with lead, for inside the room there was a bomb... that was going off in five seconds... I bolt to my feet and grab the closest people to me and shout.
"RHO AHIS!"
The world was flooded with fire in a matter of seconds.
I had known fire, pain, and suffering. I had been forged in it, the perfect sword. The room around me was filled with fire, the mini planet glowing an ominous red. I look at the two who I had pulled into the safety of Rho Ahis, the director, and another master candidate if I had to guess. They were safe but both were out cold, I had to carry them while looking for others to help, reinforcing my limbs and clothes to easily carry them and deal with the raging fires I begin my search. The room was filled with bodies, people I had failed to save, people who could have been saved. Putting that thought in the back of my head though I spot someone living, limping through the fire covered in blood.
"Mash!"
Rushing over to her, I felt anger and regret fill my stomach, Mash was alive yes... But her condition was terrible, several open gashes covering her body, her left arm twisted in a sicking way with shards of what looked like a bone sticking out, and an especially large gash covering her forehead.
Thinking quickly I traced something to help her with the pain. In the span of seconds a small ring had appeared in my hand. The ring had several geometric figures covering it, arranged to the principles of esoteric knowledge. This was The ring of Ra a ring which granted it's user protection from danger, curses, and black magic. It also had another property to it, helping to numb pain and a small healing factor. Not as strong as Avalon but it could at least Mash alive for now. Grabbing Mash's had I slid the ring onto her ring finger and looked back up into her eyes my expression still serious.
"Stick with me Mash, I'll protect you. I promise."
Mash most likely from lack of blood avoided answering and simply nodded and looked down towards the floor. I simply grab her hand in mine and rush forward towards the massive doors. However, before we could reach them they slammed shut and an announcement came over the PA system.
"WARNING, WARNING, WARNING, Chaldeas' state has changed! All observation staff is advised to note time and state. Data is processed for Shiva's near future prediction algorithm. CODE RED! CODE RED! CODE RED! Unable to detect Mankind within 100 years of current timeline of earth. CODE RED! CODE RED! Unable to detect human life within 10 years of current timeline of earth. Current survivability of Mankind is estimated 0.7272 repeating."
As if a repeating theme today, my stomach once more fills with dread. Less than 1% chance of mankind's survival? I would have fallen to the ground in at least some despair if I wasn't carrying two unconscious individuals. I had to remember though, we were here to fix this. Focus Shirou, you need to get these people to safety first then we can focus on the long-term goal.
"Beginning immediate rayshift of all available personnel in the rayshift area. Coordinates locked. AD 2004 Fuyuki Japan, January 30th"
WHAT! The fifth grail war! That's where we're going!
"Master Candidate #48, Fujimaru Ritsuka. Master Candidate #47 Emiya Shirou, Head Director Marie Olga Animusphere, Test subject Mashu Kyrielight. No other personnel available for rayshift. Launching rayshift beginning in 3... 2... 1...!"
With the final word, my eyes were filled with a bright light and then nothing.
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Noncanon Noble Phantasms this chapter!:
Name: Dáisleaf
History: a magic sword made by dwarves and given to King Högni before the battle of Hjaõningavíg. It was said that every time it was barred from its scabbard, it was to kill the enemy, as no wound made by it could be healed. After disappearing for some time it was given to Sigurd before his demise and could create pillars of ice wherever the user wanted.
Properties: A sword that when not made into Ice leaves wounds that can only be healed by Noble Phantasms of higher rank or spells of higher rank.
Type: Anti-Unit (Special)
Rank: C
Range: 1-3
Targets: 1
Owner: Sigurd
Name: The Ring of Ra
History: A Ring believed to be from the city of Atlantis, later found in Egypt used by a priest named Ju. later used by famous archaeologist Howard Carter to avoid the curse of King Tut's Tomb.
Properties: When worn, grants the wearer protection from curses and black magic. Raises the user luck by one rank (cannot go above C) as to avoid "Danger". Also grants the wearer small amounts of healing.
Type: Self-use
Rank: C
Range: 0
Targets: 1
Owner: Howard Carter