Holy Shit I am ALIVE!

As some of you no doubt noticed this chapter is 5 days later then I said it would be, well funny story about that the day after I posted the quick update saying this would be up on the 20th I was hospitalized for 2 days, and was recovering for the last 5 or so days.

That's why this chapter took so long but it's at least at a point where I can give you a chapter, if a chapter that's only 3k words or about 4 pages long. Anyways enough boring author stuff enjoy the chapter.

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Shirou could sense something was off with the ritual immediately. His various memories warning him that this wasn't the ritual of a Caster servant, it was one for a Berserker. While a lot of his memories were telling him to stop this ritual that a Berserker was way too dangerous, that a berserker wouldn't protect them and for them to try to control it, for Olga to try to control it would be the death of all of them. However, before he could stop it a multitude of memories he knew weren't he slammed into the forefront of his mind telling him otherwise.

The memory starts with Berserker (Hercules) and Illya bursting through a stone wall, in front of them stands Gilgamesh the King of Heroes, beneath his feet is the impaled body of one Illya two servants Sella, her body a pincushion for all the weapons from the King of heroes arsenal. In the distance on a bed of flowers lay the remains of Leysritt Illya's second servant.

The king turns towards the new pieces on the field before he lets a stray thought loose. "I gather you are the doll to be the grails vessel. A crossing of a human being and a homunculus has pawned a bit of an oddity I see."

"You killed them for no reason. Kill him now, this instant! right now! BERSERKER!"

Berserker readies himself for combat no words leaving the behemoth of a man's mouth as he stares down the king, Gilgamesh simple scoffs at the titan a vicious smirk rising to his face.

"You heard her, I'm right here."

Berserkers face breaks into a scowl before all hell breaks loose. Hundreds of golden portals begin to open behind the King of Heroes. Swords, Lances, Halberds, Spears, any variety of weapon peeking from the liquid gold ready to be shot in a moments notice.

"Toying with you might just relieve me of a little of my boredom. Tell me what you think of this. Let's say you and I reenact a battle of legend!"

As the words leave Gilgamesh's mouth weapons of all sorts to begin shooting a Berserker, most simply bouncing off of his muscles too weak to pierce the man's demigod flesh. The portals stop their assault for a moment and the king of heroes raises his right hand in a slightly forward motion, a lone spear shoots forward with far more power than the other weapons, forcing the giant to actual bat the weapon away with his crude slab of rock.

"So that's how it is?"

The Portals behind the king of heroes shift, all disappearing from view for a merely a hare's breath before appearing in a new formation around the king himself before rising to the sky in height all pointing towards Hercules. More weapons dip their head out of the liquid gold portals and as if sensing the danger Berserker grits his teeth and prepares for his countermeasure. It is all for naught though as a massive cloud of dust erupts and when it clears shows the body of Berserker, a multitude of blades pierced into him making his body look more akin to a pincushion. The weapons simmer into gold motes of light a disappear from his body.

Shirou's viewpoint suddenly rises, feeling overwhelming joy fill my emotions as my servant, no my king as utterly decimated the opposition. The Wrought Iron Magus feels the words leaving his mouth before he rushes the dead corpse.

"Man, that was awesome! Every one of those was a Noble Phantasm of yours? Totally sweet man, you have like insane skills. What a letdown, this guy wasn't nearly as tough as he looked. He was nothing but a big old meath-"

"If you value your life stand back, there's more going on than your aware of."

"Huh?"

Steams starts rising from the 'dead' corpse f a man before all of his wounds quickly start sealing shut. His eyes snap open a disturbing crimson red as a similarly crimson mist surrounds his body. Shirou's mind is flooded with fear as it starts sprinting away from the hulking man.

"I'm tired of heroes who refuse to fall when cut or burned. But I have never seen one who can truly return from the dead. I see your Noble Phantasm is something you've grown from your life and myth, a Noble Phantasm I don't possess, it seems I am at a disadvantage. I find this vexing, only the finest of weapons will suffice to bring this one down."

The portals start shooting once again, Berserker actually attempting to block the weapons now. The first few were batted away only for a lance to pierce him through the chest, another two are poorly swatted away before a halberd slices threw the giant of a man, going point first threw his body.

The vision suddenly shifts, Shirou is squatting looking up a Rin, this memory he has seen before, it still haunts him. He quietly leans against a wall and looks at the ensuing battle in the Eisenbern's Castle down below, Berserker's body is motionless riddled full of weapons protectively leaning over Illya.

"Your defeat is as certain as sunrise. How about it? You're going to die anyway, so why not just lay down your burden. If you stop shielding her you might still have a chance of taking me down."

Berserker's form slowly starts rising from shielding Illya, her face filled with fear and shock. Berserker slowly starts walking towards Gilgamesh before letting out a guttural roar as the crimson mist surrounds him again. However, instead of closing the gap to the King of Heroes he stops in front of Illya.

"I see if that's how you wish things to be die with your mistress!"

Portals start opening all along the walls of the castle completely enclosing Berserker and Illya within. Once more the same song and dance happen, weapons firing from the golden portals and Berserker blocking the blades with his crude weapon, making sure none get to Illya. Any weapon that he would be too slow to deflect and would hit Illya he'd simply take into his body. Illya's face is filled with horror and the beginning of tears can be seen in her bright red eyes. She begins to whisper something, her words carrying to Shirou's ears even from this far away.

"Please don't lose... BERSERKER!"

Gilgamesh merely scoffs before more portals begin opening around them. "So be it. I'll give you the greatest of labors!"

The weapons begin firing again, the damage clear on the mountain of a man body as more and more blades slip past his defense into his chest, killing him once again.

"And that makes eleven, you're on the ropes now aren't you Hercules?"

The now named Hercules lets out a massive roar before rushing down the King, however before he can't reach him six weapons stab into his back in rapid succession, the behemoth of a man falls. Shirou remembers what happens next as his body and mind filled with dread.

'No, I don't want this memory to continue, stop it. STOP IT!'

The sound of glass shattering in the distance and the memory is no more, Berserker's loyalty would be earned and that was fine. Shirou's body shuddered with rage as his mind remembered what was to come in that memory, however, he was shaken back to the present by the unmistakable roar that shouted through the heavens.

The form of the hulking behemoth, Hercules leaped into the area, staring directly at Olga, his form easily hiding her from view as he started all of them down, his hulking form still as intimidating as the time he had cleaved Shirou in half. Weapons found themselves within Shirou's hands in seconds, the familiar weight of Kanshou and Bakuya, with Mash raising her shield while standing in front of Fujimaru. Berserker simply growled his hand tightening around the ever-present crude stone that was his massive ax sword. However, before either side could throw the first pebble so to speak Caster walked out in between both parties.

"Alright, before everyone gets all stabby stabby with their weapons why don't we all calm down? This big guy is on our side and we're on a timer now."

The first one to speak up was surprisingly Fujimaru, as if unintimidated by the hulking form of the monster in front of him he simply walked forward past Mash and Shirou, towards Hercules and stared before simply stating.

"It's a pleasure to work with you Berserker, I hope we can get along." He even added a half bow to it! This kid had to have balls of steel to pull off a feet like that. Shirou's thoughts were once again halted by a loud laughter coming from the Cu, he was slightly bent over form with a hand on his knee showing how much he was truly enjoying this moment. Before the conversation could devolve into another direction though Olga made herself know by stepping around the big brute and turning to talk to Caster.

"You said we're on a timer now, explain."

Caster's laughter died quickly as he straightened himself up before explaining.

"Yeah, so as I was saying we're on a timer now, as nice as your circuits are little missy there was no feasible way for you to keep this guy powered, add on the fact I couldn't make a full servant-master connection to you too and he needed other ways to get prana. So, I used myself as a sort of battery to keep him powered. He is still your servant, just is tapping me for most of his juice if you catch my drift."

Shirou understood what Caster was implying almost immediately, for he had done something very similar with Rin to help him fight Gilgamesh. While Shirou did have his Reality Marble unlocked at the time of his (not him) fight against Gilgamesh, he could only maintain it for a short amount of time, so he made a 'link' to Rin to use her prana to power it, thus allowing him to fight the King of Heroes on an even playing field. Even being the loose term because without his Reality Marble he'd have been dead in seconds against the Golden Knight.

Olga, never one to let things get to her, let her director self-resurface to question Caster.

"So how long do we have then with you powering him? And what happens if you run out?"

"If I don't get into combat we have at most two days, realistically though more along the lines of a day and a half. As for what happens is I'll disappear, and without my prana charging the big guy here you'll at best pass out and at worst well... Let's not talk about what happens at worst."

"If we could increase your prana at least slightly would it help with keeping you both active?"

Olga turned to face Shirou, with a look of annoyance on her face.

"Raising someone's prana levels isn't that simple it-"

Whatever Olga was going to say was cut off by Shirou digging deep into his memories to trace an artifact that he (not him) once saw. In his hands formed a solid gold crook with blue lines interweaved in it and a flail similarly colored, Egyptian designed in origin. This was King Tut's Ceremonial Crook and Flail said to have allowed the user to absorb the latent od in the air turning it into prana for the body to use, effectively doubling the user prana. The downside is if the user tries to absorb too much of the od in the air your body wouldn't be able to handle it causing your circuits to melt your body. The other drawback to this weapons ability is that you had to have the set in your hands at all times to keep the stored od in the body. Great for Casters like King Tut but not useful to someone like Shirou who couldn't cast any spells.

After explaining the item to Cu Cuchulainn the grin on his face apparent at the prospect of having more prana. Olga, however, seeing Shirou trace another magical item, walked up to him getting in his face Berserker standing right behind her making a much more intimidating visage.

"That is now two Noble Phantasms that I have seen you pull out on top of combat abilities on par with if not better than a demi servant! Explain. Now."

"It's my brand of magic, it's called Tracing an advanced form of Gradient Air, it along with Structural Grasping have allowed me to trace anything I have seen, at least as long as it's a weapon."

"Prove it."

With a sigh, Shirou looked to Mash and looked at her shield again before barley uttering two words out of his mouth.

"Trace on"

In his hands appeared a perfect copy of Lord Camelot, Shielder's shield.

"I believe this proves enough?"

Olga merely nodded a slightly dumbstruck expression on her face before she composed herself and continued the interrogation.

"And how do you explain all the Noble Phantasms then?"

"I traveled the world"

Not a lie but obviously not the truth to this answer, unless of course, you wanted to count Gilgamesh's treasury as a world tour.

Now before Olga could fire off another question to Shirou, he had his own for Caster.

"The ritual for the servant bond, how could it have possibly connected the director to Berserker and not you? You two were the only ones in the circle you made?"

"Heavy usage of runes and adding an extra line to the master and servant spell, and I quote 'Then let thine eyes be clouded, With the fog of turmoil and chaos, Thou, who art trapped in a cage of madness'. I had built a much larger binding circle around his domain in case of a moment like this so we could have a fighting chance. I thought it'd be myself and one unfortunate soul stuck here, not a master and servant pair, an experienced magus, and whatever the hell you are kid. I were going to be up against every other servant I wanted at least one good servant on our side."

The wrought Iron magus couldn't help but agree, a single Caster versus six other servants? Those weren't exactly good odds but a Berserker and a Caster against five servants? Well, that was a much better fight, not great odds mind you but better than what he could have hoped for.

"So then Caster, what's our first move?"

"I'm glad you asked kid, thankfully the servants don't hang out too much and all tend to stick to their own domains so to speak with the exception of Assassin, our first target is probably just whose closet in this case Lancer. The class I should have been summoned as but what are you gonna do?'

Shirou couldn't help but smirk at this knowing how Cu was as a Lancer.

"Her domain is the old school building, well at least what's left of it, just be careful of her eyes they can turn people to stone."

Oh, so Medusa took the Lancer role in this grail war? Or at the very least someone with very similar abilities. Interesting knowledge to note but nothing Rule Breaker wouldn't be able to fix, sometimes it just felt like cheating having that in his arsenal at all times. But on somewhat related note now they just needed Assassin, Rider, and Saber identities and they'd know everyone, knowledge was power after all. With a plan made the group begin heading for Shirou's old school.

END OF CHAPTER!

So Berserker is here and on the good guy's team. will he shift the balance in the heroes favor and who exactly are the other servants? only one way to find out, tune in next time!

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I know this chapter is shorter but it's because I am still not at 100% that and I wanted to save the chaos of what's about to happen at the school till next chapter and didn't want to add in a boring skeleton fight for fluff. So this is all I got for this one i'm afriad but never fear because the next chapter will actualy be at on the 15th of next month (hopefully) so look forward to that!

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Non Cannon Noble Phantasms this chapter:

Name: Tutankhamen's Ceremonial Crook and Flail

History: The flail used by Tutankhamen in his coronation at Amarna when he was about nine years of age and before he was crowned at Karnak, The crook was added to this some time afterwards too all his ceremonies.

Although the crook and the flail were most often represented as emblems of the god Osiris, they were also carried on some ceremonial occasions, besides the coronation, by Tutankhamun. Very occasionally the crook was held by viceroys of Nubia and also by viziers.

Properties: A ceremonial Crook and Flail Combo that have the magical properties to turn Od into Prana for the user effectively doubling one prana reserve's, the items must be in hand at alls time when using Od or severe drawbacks happen such as organ failure, death.

Type: Self (Special)

Rank: B

Range: 0

Targets: Self

Owner: King Tutankhamen