Shirou was forged in fire, he had known what fire since his birth, and of all the fire he knew this one was horrible, horribly similar to the fires he was born from. If as a grail had tainted the lands beyond repair, everything was burning or burned down, the buildings, trees, even some of the roads were on fire. Normally fire wouldn't have bothered him, however, the location was more what set Shirou off. This was his home. Fuyuki was burning, his old school burning in the distance. Rin's family home gone from what he could see of it.

HOW, How had this happened? Shirou felt his hands ball into fists as a grim furry filled him, on the outside he still seemed at least calm, but inside he was pissed. Before he could ponder what was happening further he heard a sound, something flying quickly in his direction. Quickly turning towards the source he reacted to what was flying towards him, a weapon he was very familiar with.

"RHO AIAS!"

The massive arrow collided with the 7 petal shield and immediately removed one of the petals upon impact, then the damn arrow exploded, the force of the explosion pounding against his shield. Another of the petals gone in an instant. The Explosion was still roaring and the raw power behind it could be felt even through his shield. Another petal disappeared as the rumbling started to die down, however hiding within the fires a second arrow came spiraling out and slammed into the petals breaking another as the red streak pushed hard against the final three petals.

The raw bloodlust coming from the weapon would stick with him, he had known this weapon as well, Sweat pooled around his brow as his arm started to strain from the force of the arrow. As another petal fell to the force it would turn out that even with these two attacks the final two petals would hold strong, or at least it seemed until small cracks had started growing on the second petal. The second to last petal fell as well as the final petal withheld the might of the bloodstained weapon, the arrow slammed to the ground with a large thud as the power within the spear finally left.

Jumping behind one of the massive buildings before the final petal broke and the storm of arrows could continue, Shirou recounted just what was fired at him. Caladbolg The Rainbow Sword, the magic sword of Fergus mac Róich. it is a high-powered and wide-ranged attack that makes even destruction of the landscape possible.

The prototype of many magic and holy swords of later ages, including Excalibur Galatine. However, it had been modified into an arrow and shot at incredible speeds towards him. The second being a weapon from his Grail war, it had killed him after all.

Gáe Bolg the cursed spear with an ominous design that was obtained from Scáthach in the Land of Shadows by Cú Chulainn. Gáe Bolg was carved from the remains of Curruid's skull. Its name derived from the term for "serrated throwing weapon", evoking an image of lightning. Scathach had wished for him to slay her with the spear, but she had already ceased being mortal by the time he received it from her.

It is a glory given to only the most gifted of warriors, and it was not utilized once after he left the Land of Shadows until his fight with his close friend, Ferdiad. He later used it again on his son, Connla, when he was backed into a corner during their fight. The spear leaves behind but one regret: that it has only taken away the lives of his loved ones. It killed his one and only close friend and his son that grew up in a distant land, even though it was meant to have killed one woman before them.

Both weapons had been turned into lighting fast arrows aimed for him, he knew only one who could do that other than himself and ironically, it was himself, at least a version of him from a different timeline. However, knowing the identity of who was shooting at him didn't mean much when he had no idea where the shots came from.

He couldn't help but let out a bitter chuckle at the thought though, even in a different parallel world Archer still had it out for him it seemed. Again this still presented the multitude of problems here for Shirou, he wasn't the only one who was teleported, he didn't know where the arrows were coming from, and while he was more powerful thanks to Zelretch's magic he wasn't sure if he could take on a servant even if it was himself.

'But you have done it before right?' Two UBW clashed as the married blades clashed with the same blades, each trying to kill the others wielder. The memory was gone before it could fully manifest though. Waiting with baited breath Shirou waited for another arrow to be fired, when the shot never came he quickly ran down the road in a guess as to where the arrows weren't coming from, he had to find the others, all of them were injured and definitely couldn't protect themselves from a servant, in this hellish landscape he highly doubted that Archer was the only servant here.

As if luck was finally on his side at least very slightly, The Wrought Iron Magus heard a panic filled scream followed by minor explosions. Rushing to the source of the scream, he found Director Olga surrounded by... Skeletons? Summoning the married blades he rushed the small pack of skeletons down while reinforcing himself to get there faster.

He pleasantly surprised to have closed the large gap in less than a second and defeated the skeletons with a single slice. Shirou looked over the remains double checking they weren't getting back up and was pleasantly surprised to see them stay down, however, he did draw a quick-fire rune to make sure they stayed down. Quickly scanning the rooftops for any sign of Archer, however, Olga apparently had had enough of being ignored though by quickly approaching the 3rd rate magus.

"You! How did you do that? You profile listed you as a Civilian with decent magic circuits, not as any form of Magus, yet you fought as well as an Enforcer."

Shirou merely turned to her and gave a shrug. "I guess your information was off then. If it's any consolation I'm only a 3rd rate Magus"

Olga gained an angered look on her face before sighing and composing herself.

"As much as I would like to question you right now, we need to make sure that we find all the master candidates and that they're safe."

A slightly pained looked crossed Shirou's face at being reminded of all those bodies left at Chaldea, she was right in regard to their being a least some others though. Two other's to be exact Mash and Fujimaru.

"There are only two others who were sent back with us."

Olga's face seemed to pale considerably at this news before her legs seem to give out slightly Shirou quickly reaching out to catch her just to make sure she didn't fall.

"Only two? Then all the masters... We need to get in contact with Chaleda as soon as possible."

"We should find the others first, then find means to get in contact, there's at least one servant here, he tried to kill me but I managed to get away. He was of the Archer class."

Olga's Face seemed to regain it's colored as she became a lot more focused, Shirou could respect that drive in her if nothing else.

"Enemy servants? This makes this even more complicated. Let's get moving then."

"Wait, before we go take this, it will at least give you some form of protection"

Shirou had projected Taming Sari, a kris made by a Javanese blacksmith and wielded by the champion of Majapahit, a pendekar named Taming Sari from which the weapon derives its name.

It was said to be so skillfully crafted that anyone wielding it was unbeatable. In some versions of the legend, the weapon was imbued with an enchantment that would make its user physically invulnerable. The Kris Taming Sari was also said to have mystical powers such as hovering in the air during times of crisis or leaping out of its sheath to fight on behalf of its wielder. While the actual weapon itself wasn't nearly as strong as the legends it still did have protective properties for whoever wields it.

A B-ranked noble phantasm which increased the magical resistance and physical resistance of the user by one rank when wielded for a just cause, it also could raise to protect the user from a single fatal blow before it would shatter, bending space to stop the blow if needed.

If anything it helps protect her from the skeletons, along with potential other creature's. Maybe some of Archer's weaker arrows as well, if he used any of his bigger ones though it'd be very ineffective in protecting her.

Shirou's only hope to keep Olga safe from Archer was to keep the focus solely on him if they did cross again and knowing Shirou's luck they would. Olga accepted the awkwardly shaped weapon and seemed to want to ask Shirou more about his magecraft but held her tongue to focus on the more pressing issues, like finding the others and making contact with Chaleda.

The two traveled quickly through the desolate town Shirou destroying the few skeletons they came across with ease. Olga was surprisingly holding her own finding of blasts of Gandr to destroy the very few skeletons that Shirou didn't get to first, or more accurately the few fights with skeletons they had were always started by Olga firing off a Gandr at a couple of them before they had spotted them.

It could be argued that they might not have been spotted to began with, Olga, however, would rather destroy them all and not bother with sneaking past them so that they couldn't regroup later on them if they manage to get into a fight with a servant. Shirou could easily agree with the reasoning and his respect for Olga increased even more.

After what must have been at least an hour of traveling rounding one of the burning office buildings, they heard the sound of fighting in distance, or more accurately Shirou heard fighting with his reinforced hearing picking up the sound of it. Being careful not to alert the combatants Shirou snuck ahead with Olga trailing behind him, she herself hearing the sounds of combat now as well.

Upon reaching the source of the battle Shirou was rather surprised to feel the power of a rather weak servant within the area, maybe an Assassin that had been caught in the open or a rider? Making it to the battlefield or the remains of it though alerted Shirou to what class this servant was, which honestly confused him more. While he may not have been the most knowledgeable magus he'd been in a (Several) grail war(s) and he had never once come across this class.

Ruler? He'd seen it from his (not him) summoning of his lover, Jeanne de Arc as Ruler. Her beautiful golden hair tied into a single long braid, with her sapphire-like eyes... Shirou felt his mind crack slightly and had to mentally force himself to stop thinking about her.

She was not his servant, SABER was, Artoria Pendragon his sword and he her sheath. He was getting off topic here, the servant in front of him was one he'd never seen before, a Shielder, more specifically Galahad a knight of the round table using a massive shield as a weapon, well at least the weapon and power was his but the person before him was Mash wearing a rather skimpy battlesuit.

A black skin-tight battle suit with purple accents with a dark-colored very short metal skirt, to further highlight the battle attire she was wearing matching knee-high boots and elbow length gloves both black in color with purple highlights, she also still had the Ring of Ra on her finger surprisingly the ring hadn't dematerialized yet.

Standing tall in front of Mash was a massive circle shield with the second layer on top in the shape of the cross, with two symbols made of silver on the top and bottom of the cross, both of these holding massive Amethysts in the center of both of them.

The shield itself though was even more unique... It was just the roundtable made into a weapon. Standing behind her was the gentlemen Shirou had under his arms before the teleport, that must have been Fujimaru Ritsuka, he was a boy in his late teens maybe early twenties with spiky black hair, light blue eyes, and unblemished skin except for a set of command seals on his back right hand.

Mash noticing the approaching figures first had her shield held in a combat stance before she realized who it was, her serious expression filled with relief at seeing Shirou and the Director. Dismissing her shield she rushed forward and in a rather bold action pulled both Olga and Shirou into a hug, normally it would have been fairly easy for both of them able to keep their balance however with Mash's enhanced strength she very easily pulled both of them into her almost bone-crushing hug.

"Senpai! Director! You're both safe, I was worried."

Shirou simply smiled and returned the hug

"I promised to protect you, I couldn't break that after all."

While Shirou was returning the group hug at least somewhat, Olga was having a very different reaction, her face beet red and a meek look covering her face and her mouth were opening and closing rapidly, almost like a fish out of water. It honestly reminded Shirou of Rin quite a bit.

Regardless the moment ended rather quickly by the sound of bones clicking together forcing the four into various combat stances, Shirou calling upon his signature weapons, Mash's shield appearing before her again as she stood in front of everyone protecting them all, Olga with her Gandr charged and ready to fire and lastly Fujimaru standing behind everyone else with a confident look upon his face, granted it made sense if he was Mash's master he'd need to stay in the back so Mash still had her supply of mana.

Approaching quickly was another group of skeletons about twelve in total but these ones were different than before, where all the other ones were red in color these ones were charcoal black as if they had crawled out of the burning buildings around here, which might not have been far off. All armed with various weapons from pipes to small knives, only one of them had an actual sword, and the thing was a rusted mess, but he also felt stronger than the rest.

Shirou would have preferred to handle them himself but he couldn't risk the others getting injured so he'd have to accept Mash's help, hopefully, she could use her new power fairly well, plus Olga could guard her back.

"Mash you make sure to protect the Director and Fujimaru. Director cover Mash with Gandr fire anyone that gets past her you shoot, leave the big guy to me!"

Barking out his orders and before the others could respond he rushed down the squad of skeletons clearly catching some of the weaker ones off guard, destroying one without a weapon before it could even process what had happened. Most of the skeletons quickly realizing what had happened jumped to attack Shirou, but that was fine by him his combat style was designed for this.

The few skeletons quickly aimed for his openings in his defense with their pipes only to be surprised that their attacks wouldn't connect and them being punished in return, the sword-wielding one simply was watching all the combat go down as several of the weaker ones rushed towards the others.

On the other side of the field Mash's shield was making easy work of them but she kept leaving openings in her defense that the enemy would leap upon, the few who didn't get immediately blasted by Gandr shots being able to get in small cuts on Mash, nothing major but the wounds were adding up.

Back to the other side of the combat field, Shirou was holding his own with ease, it was so easy in fact he begrudgingly admitted to himself that he was bored. Living a life battlefield to battlefield had made him grow a small warrior spirit in combat, not nearly to the levels on Lancer or Saber from his grail war but enough for him to enjoy a good fight, but this wasn't even a fight, it was child's play at most.

Quickly batting away the few remaining foes around him, he was pleasantly surprised to see the sword-wielding skeleton raise its weapon. Reading the history of the weapon stirred something inside of Shirou, an urge to both be excited about the fight and fill him with a somewhat small amount of anger. It seemed his luck stat wasn't just for show after all, for the skeleton in front of him, well it was him, at least the remains of him from this timeline.

It seems him of this timeline was a Kendo champion, trained by Tigga herself and the rusted katana he was holding was a present from his adoptive father for winning a national tournament at the young age of 7. The weapon was then held onto for several years to come when this Shirou followed in Kitsurgu's footsteps as a Magus hunter somewhat.

The katana itself was nothing amazing when compared to the treasures in his Unlimited blade works, but he'd be lying if he said it wasn't at least somewhat impressive that a version of him had made into what it had become, it was an E rank Noble Phantasm after all.

It was an unnamed blade, it was 24.4 inches long and a little under 3 pounds, the blade in its prime was a sleek black in color with the hilt being a pure white, with runes carved into the square guard to keep the blade sharp, and a rune to keep the wound open for much longer than average, it seems this Shirou Emiya was the second coming of the Magus Killer before whatever happened to him now.

The blade was beautiful in it's prime, now though it was just a gross rusted mess with the enchantments in minor effect still. The Skeleton charged suddenly, a sudden burst of speed making move at a much faster pace than the others.

If Shirou had to guess this Skeleton had maybe D Speed, which even without reinforcement was rather slow to Shirou, granted the some of the other skeletons didn't even have an E rank it seemed so this was rather impressive.

As Shirou was about to block the attack coming straight at him, the hairs on the back of his neck stood tall and he dodged out of the way at the last second as the damned things speed easily doubled. Cursing his carelessness he realized very quickly by searching through its noble phantasm what the cursed being did.

It seems this version had a bastardized version of his late adoptive fathers magic crest, allowing him to use his father's rare magic Time Alter, to how high of capabilities he wasn't sure but he didn't want to find out. dismissing the married blades Shirou went for a new approach as he very quickly reinforced his body to its limits, jumping to create distance from this thing he quickly summoned the perfect weapon for the job, summoning a multitude of black keys in between his fingers and quickly hurled some at his skeleton's shadow.

As if sensing what this thing would do to him through the skeleton jumped out of the way moving quickly towards Shirou aiming a slice at Shirou's Torso, the attack was blocked by one of the many black keys in his hand. bBefore the skeleton Time Altered away quickly making a gap between them, it seemed to prefer hit and run tactics rather than a head to head fight.

The two traded blows like this multiple times neither gaining ground, these things speed easying gaining up to feats similar to Rider's full speed off her mount. Shirou was coming to a rather annoyed impasse, if he could just hit this thing's shadow once with a black key it'd all be over, but that it was the problem because of this things speed.

However, as if his luck was truly on his side today his skeleton tripped on a root of all things. Quickly throwing a black key into the down things shadow holding in place before he rushed forward to quickly kill the thing. With its head gone the skeleton let out a final grunt type noise. Shirou picked up the sword and quickly turned to the source of power that affected his fight, another servant.

"Normally I don't like cutting into another warrior's fight but that was rather boring to watch."

Shirou's hand tightened around his black keys, for the servant in front of him was one he was very familiar with Cú Chulainn, the Child of light.

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Name: Taming Sari

History: The Sejarah Melayu tells that the kris was made by a Javanese blacksmith (pandai besi) and wielded by the champion of Majapahit, a pendekar named Taming Sari from which the weapon derives its name. It was said to be so skillfully crafted that anyone wielding it was unbeatable. In some versions of the legend, the weapon was imbued with an enchantment that would make its user physically invulnerable. The Melakan admiral Hang Tuah eventually won it in a duel to the death after which the king of Majapahit presented the weapon to the victor. Later when Hang Tuah failed to bring back the princess from Gunung Ledang, he gave the kris to Tun Mamat to be returned to Sultan Mahmud Shah. Hang Tuah then disappeared and was never seen or heard of again. Another version of the legend has it that Hang Tuah threw the dagger into the river, saying that he would return when the kris re-appeared.

Properties: A sword that when held for a righteous cause will increase the magical resistance and physical resistance of the user by one rank, it also could raise to protect the user from a single fatal blow before it would shatter, bending space to stop the blow if needed.

Type: Self (Special)

Rank: B

Range: 0-1

Targets: Self

Owner: Taming Sari

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