Chapter Three "Godkin"

"Is everyone okay?" Shirou shouted as he made him way to the forest near Carne Village, where the villagers of Carne Village had taken refuge in.

While Shirou could easily spot dozens of people in the forest with him experienced eyes, he couldn't tell how many there were exactly. He quickly used magic to aid him to enhancing his eyesight to superhuman levels and temporarily alter him vision to that of a thermal scanner temporarily and count every individual heat signature of a human body, which would be glaring obvious from the background heat.

"Emiya-sama, we are here!" A familiar voice shouted.

He jumped and landed on a tree branch that was close to where he had heard the voice.

"Did everyone make it?" Shirou asked, worryingly.

Out of the shadows underneath Shirou came out a familiar face. Shirou recognized it belonging to the village chief. The elderly man bore a happy expression.

"Everyone made it out safely and accounted for. We are all here."

Shirou sighed in relief. "Is there anything that I could do to help?" Shirou asked.

"Please save Gazef-sama and his troops. They acted as bait so that we are safe."

"The village and the villagers were never the intended target. Either Gazef or his unit was the target. There is no reason to send in a company of elite mages to burn down or masscare villagers. Carne Village has no strategic importance to warrant such allocation of resources." Shirou replied.

"I don't know what you're exactly talking about… but even if Gazef was the cause, that is no reason to let him or his troops to die…"

Shirou cursed. He was once again faced with the truth that his father had once told him. That to save someone meant that someone else couldn't be saved. His fist clenched into a ball and then he released it back into their natural state.

No, I had made the right decision at that time. The innocents who cannot defend themselves come first. I needed to check on them to make sure that they were safe. Gazef and his troops knew that it was their duty to protect the villagers and had willingly went to battle in hopes to draw the mages away from the villagers. Shirou mentally reminded himself.

Shirou Emiya began to create a Bounded Field. A rather complex one that would've normally been outside his abilities. It was something that was normally outside his ability as a specialized third-rate mage, who's ability was focused around his Element and Origin. It was only thanks to the influences of his YGGDRASIL avatar that he was able to create a complex and powerful Bounded Field that even a first-rate mage like Rin Tohsaka would be impressed by.

"Please don't move from here. I have placed up powerful magic that should keep you hidden and protected. Only if you hear the sound of a bell ringing or someone getting hurt do you move from this area," said Shirou to the villagers gathered before him and they nodded their heads.

"Please, Emiya-sama. Bring us another miracle like you did with those bandits. Eliminate the mages and allow us to return to our homes."

"I will do my best, but I cannot promise that I will be successful." Shirou replied then he jumped off the tree branch and made best speed for where a battle was no doubt unfolding. Please still be alive, Gazef-san.

- O -

"Twist my core, Caladbolg!"

The masculine voice was the only warning that anyone on the grasslands had before they heard a roaring sound in the air. What happened a heartbeat after was the last thing anyone expected.

There was a blinding flash followed by air gushing outwards like the very air itself had been punched out of its place by an invisible force. No one was able to maintain their position and thrown back. The robe-clad mages were thrown like blown sand. The angels went with the wind like any winged creature. Only those weighing armor like Gazef and his troops remained grounded or blown backwards.

Many of the mages landed with so much force that they broke a majority of their skeleton and left indents of their body in the ground they landed. The mages with a majority of their skeleton shattered would quickly die from blood loss if they were not treated quickly. These lucky few mages that had been able to come out miraculous still suffered broken limbs and many cases broke all four limbs. None of the mages came out nothing short several broken bones.

Angels were able to come out unscathed from forcefully displaced by the air were spared any broken bones because they were able to glide with the wind, aided by their wings.

Gazef and his soldiers were unharmed by the wind generated by save for being surprised by the unexpected explosions.

The blinding light had been result fireball erupted. It had been so hot that the very grasslands had been ignited and the ground had become perched. Mages screamed in agony as fire combusted their robes and burned at their skin. The heat also affected the angels and their flesh began to boil under their armor. Gazef was unaffected for his armor had created with the intention of allowing the wearer to fight fire-breathing creatures like dragons in mind. The soldiers were spared harmed as their body and equipment had been buffed to include increased resistance against the elements like fire.

If anyone was to later recount the details of the explosion than they would describe the grassland had become hell incarnate. Their surroundings were burning and what seemed like lava and magma appeared in the background. Many mages were being burnt and angels were boiling in their armors. They had not been hit directly by the explosion or they would be dead immediately with only perched corpses to tell the tale.

"Impossible…" Gazef muttered in amazement at what he had witnessed.

Out from the burning flames and obscuring smoke was the last person that Gazef had thought he would see. Trending out of like specter was a boy he had met not too long ago. He looked didn't look one bit different from before, but the aura he gave off was completely different. The two-tailed coat he wore over him black armor fluttered in the wind like it had been dyed in blood of those he had slain. His visage was that of a killer. He walked with the presence of someone who had been fought in more battles than himself and slain mountains and mountains of living beings.

If it wasn't the massive black bow that was even longer than him, Gazef might have mistaken the boy as a mage. The explosion was something that he witnessed only powerful mages could achieve. The bow suggested that he was an archer, but Gazef saw no arrows and made him thought he had some skill in magic.

Nigan, a captain of the Sunlight Scripture, stared at the new individual in front of him in surprise.

"Good day, mages of the Slane Theocracy. I am Shirou Emiya."

The voice was heard clearly despite the screams of mages and angels from the agonizing injuries. The crackling of fire in the background didn't distract anyone. All could hear the newcomer easily.

Nigan did not answer. Searching through his mind for the name Shirou Emiya, nothing came up; it could be possible that he had been given a fake name. The situation looked like it would be better to find out what the boy wanted to say, and gather intelligence from there. Judging it would be good to listen, Nigan raised his chin, motioning Shirou to continue.

"You cannot defeat me. The only thing you should do is to surrender." Shirou continued.

The words were spoken in an unhesitating tone; one could hear him absolute confidence. The statement seemed less than a bluff or some baseless nonsense. The boy, who called himself Shirou Emiya, had absolute confidence in his abilities.

"Your ignorance is saddening and you will pay for your foolishness." Nigan replied with a smirk.

"Do you not think that I am standing here because I am fully confident in my victory? Why would I give up the element of surprise? Why hadn't the explosion taken you all out in one swift go and instead exploded relatively harmless in the sky?" Shirou asked in a very assured tone.

Nigan was left in silence. He was absolutely certain that the explosion had been the work of the boy or someone that was working with him. The explosion had took place a great distance in the sky, meaning that if the boy had wished than he could have slaughtered every single mage under his command and himself if he had desired too with that gigantic explosion. Nigan could only think of two reasons why the boy hadn't taken him and his mages out in one huge explosion. One, the boy had utter confidence in himself to take them on. Two, that Gazef and his soldiers were his allies and the explosion would've also taken them out if his purpose was to rescue them.

The captain of the mages turned to glance around. Nigan saw that his mages were not in any condition to fight. The last of the angels had also all disappeared with the destruction of their material bodies. From what he could see, it would take a miracle for his mages to get themselves back into fighting shape. None of his mages had died yet. Many parts thanks to the quick thinking of those able bodied mages instinctively had began to heal their comrades with magic and potions. The most obvious cause was that the explosion had been on purposely detonated far from them. Tere was no doubt that retaliation would result in a slaughter of his mages in their present state.

"If you understand, the situation than I will let you and your mages live if you answer me questions, truthfully. The Angels you summoned, you must have used the magic spell, Summon Angel, am I right?"

The Captain of the Sunlight Scripture was lost for words. Here he was offered a chance of just answering some questions, but it also seemed too good to be true. Even if it seemed too good of an offer, Nigan was willingly to take answer. What risk was there if he tried? He might even be able to satisfy the young man and allow them to live.

"That is correct, sir." Nigan replied as respectfully as he could muster, despite the possibility of death looming if he displeased the boy. "... Could it be too much to ask for mercy?"

"You dare to speak those words! After all the villagers had to go through because your orders!"

There was nothing but silence as Nigan stared at the newcomer. He couldn't muster up the conviction to reply rudely to the boy. If he was angered than there was no telling if he and his subordinates would actually end up dead. Everything changed when he heard the whistling of a peculiar pattern. Nigan smirked.

"So you are displeased about that, boy. So, what?" Nigan responded in arrogant manner.

"Great…" Shirou sighed. "I am dealing with a bunch of idiots."

Several hoarse voices came from around Nigan's surroundings. All shouting of outrage at being treated like they were harmless ants came from Nigan's mages. The same mages that had been severely injured no less than Shirou had appeared. While most of them were still injured, they were no longer baring any wounds that would significantly hinder their combat abilities. Beside the mages were freshly summoned angels.

"Angels to attack! Kill the boy!" Nigan ordered to the newly summoned angels.

Two angels, having received Nigan's orders, began to attack. Flapping their wings, they advanced by riding on the wind. The angels made a beeline for Shirou, and didn't hesitate to slash at him with their flaming swords.

. Everyone expected him to defend himself, but nobody could believe the scene that unfolded before their eyes. Shirou didn't move away and intercepted the attacks with his bow. The bow didn't break, it did the exact opposite. Instead, the angel's flaming swords broke. Shirou didn't do anything, he just let the angels swing their swords down at the bow.

The two angels strongly flapped their wings, looking like butterflies caught in a web. With strange movements, the angels slowly drifted to the side, but it was almost as if they were forcibly pushed aside. That was when Shirou, who had been hidden behind the Angels, could once again be seen between the two of them.

"Didn't I mention before? There is no way you can defeat me," said Shirou as he pushed forward and caused the angels to stagger backwards with their body exposed to further attack.

"Impossible…"

Angels were definitely not light. They were much more heavier than an adult man because of the powerful muscles required to facilitate flight with the use of their wings, and also the addition weight that came with their wings, not to count the burden of their weapons and armor. Weight that one couldn't easily push away, not by the boy. Of course, someone with enough muscles could do it. The problem was that the person was a boy. Just by looking at him, it was obvious that he didn't have the muscle mass to accomplish such a task.

"...There must be some kind of illusion here."

"Yeah, it must be like that! He clearly doesn't have the muscle mass to do what had just happened."

A dull sound without a hint of pain, entered the ears of the doubtful Nigan and the other mages. When they looked at the source of the sound, it was the angels dispersing into countless balls of light. It was the result from the massive black arrow smashing through the angels' armor and their flesh, causing the destruction of the angels' material body.

An eerie quiet passed as Nigan and his mage observed and analyzed what happened.

Nigan knew that he and his mages were out of their depths, but he ignored his intuition. Since they finally managed to corner their prey, Gazef, with their trap, how could they just let him escape? Too many resources had been invested in the endeavor to slay Gazef Stronoff, the Re-Estize Kingdom's strongest swordsman, and Nigan doubted that they would get another chance for a very long time, not when Gazef had become aware that he was being targeted and would take measures to prevent himself from being caught off-guard in the future.

"All the angels attack! Quickly!"

Like bullets, all the angels flew towards Shirou with their weapons.

"…When will people learn…"

In a blink of an eye, several of the angels went down with arrow through their heads. At least, half of the angels were taken out before they could reach Shirou with their weapons. When it looked like he was about to be slaughtered by the angels' weapons – Shirou narrowly avoided death by leaping into the air. Even then, he didn't pause for a moment in him attacks to take down the angels while he was mid-air.

A thump announced Shirou landing onto the ground, safely. Only motes of light that fell to the ground showed the only remains seen of the angels that he had so effortless dispensed.

"Im-impossible…"

The scene in front of their eyes was just that unbelievable. Almost fifty angels were destroyed. The boy had taken them out so effortlessly. The mastery needed was beyond anything but the most skilled masters. Even then most masters would show some form of tiredness, if it were just momentarily.

Nigan couldn't help but shiver in terror. As far as he knew, each nation normally had an extremely small number of people with the strength that the boy had just demonstrated. He didn't doubt for a second that the boy, Shirou, was amongst the likes of Gazef's caliber. The detachment of mages he had brought had been gathered under the assumption of taking down someone of Gazef's caliber, not two, like he presently found himself.

His present assignment should have fallen under the Slane Theocracy's strongest, the Black Scripture. They were the only ones that could deal with some of the greatest fighters, not the Sunlight Scripture, a branch dedicated to in the extermination of mass demi-humans. His detachment was more meant to deal with ordinary soldiers and the veteran elite, not master fighters.

Nigan shook his head to get rid of his doubts. He couldn't doubt his superior. There had believed that they were allocating the correct amount of resources for the given task. The unexpected just had happened. He could deal with the situation with the resources he had. That was why Nigan reached inside his pocket, gaining courage from the magic item kept there. He was convinced that as long as he had that item, everything would be fine.

However, his subordinates couldn't do the same, so they tried other methods.

"Woo, wooahh───!"

"How could this happen!"

"Monster!"

Finding the angels useless, his subordinates screamed and began to cast the spells they were confident in. Confuse Human, Hammer of Justice, Bind, Rain of Fire, Jade Coffin, Sacred Beam, Blast, Stalagmite Assault, Open Wounds, Poison, Fear, Curse, Blind...

All kinds of magic hit Shirou. Withstanding the storm of magic, Shirou still had a calm expression.

"These are all very familiar spells... Who taught them to you? Some people from the Slane Theocracy? Or someone else? Seems like there are more and more things that I have to find out."

Not only could he kill dozens of angels effortless, but also he was also immune to magic.

"Yiiii–!"

Because none of the magic attacks had any effect, one of his men shrieked strangely and took out an iron ball for a catapult. Nigan thought that if a dozens of angels and mages were unable to cause harm, what use would an iron ball be? But he still didn't stop his subordinate's actions.

An iron ball capable of easily crushing human bones flew accurately towards Shirou.

The sound of an explosion could be heard. Instantly. It really happened in an instant. It was destroyed by a regularly looking arrow. Nothing seemed special about it, but Nigan could sense it with his fine magical senses. The arrow was imbued with more magic than either he or his subordinates could bottle up in an instantaneous magic attack.

"...What?"

"We ain't dealing with just a master archer, but someone who is skilled in magic!"

"What will it take to drill it into your heads that you cannot win against me." Shirou said in annoyed tone.

The Captain of the Sunlight Scripture could see that morale was hitting a breaking point. If he didn't do something quickly then his subordinates were going to lose their nerves. He had just the thing to increase their confidence of victory.

"Oh, the messenger of the Six Gods. Come! Come show us your might and bring down the enemy that defies the will of our God!" Nigan chanted as he withdrew the object that had been hidden in his pocket and displayed for the rest of the world to see.

A bright light appeared. It was similar to the bright light that came forth with the summoning of angels. Unlike the previous summonings of angels, this one was more spectacular. The size of the creature that was being summoned was several times larger than the angels from before. When the new summon finally manifested itself fully, it was far more grander in appearance than the smaller angels that had been summoned before.

There were a collection of shiny wings, within the numerous wings, there were tablets etched with symbols of royalty, but the head and legs could not be seen. Although its appearance was strange, but anyone could feel that it was a divine being. Because the appearance of the Angel was so sudden, the surrounding atmosphere had become pristine. A supreme incarnation of goodness, made the mages burst out in frenzied cheers. The mage were in high spirits.

This time, they would definitely be able to kill Shirou Emiya. This time it was the boy's turn to be fearful. To face the power of a servant of the Six God, the boy would know how stupid he was to resist them, the Sunlight Scripture.

"An Archangel, I see." Shirou muttered, through the wind itself seemed to carry the muttered words to Nigan's ears.

Nigan couldn't help but be amazed by the boy's knowledge. Few had been able to witness an Archangel, a personal messenger of the Six Gods, and thus few had the knowledge to recognize an Archangel immediately. Anyone with some brain could realize that the archangel he had summoned was that of a higher being than the angels that his subordinates did and could correctly guess that he had summoned an Archangel, but the boy had not guessed.

He had been too sure. He knew exactly what he had summoned the moment he had laid eyes on his summon.

Could it be that he is actually a member of one of the Six Scriptures? Nigan wondered. Only a member of the Six Scriptures would have been blessed with the sight of seeing a personal messenger of the Six Gods as a reward for their faithful work. Now I think about… He began to panic when his mind continued a particular line of thinking. NO! He cannot be a member of the Black Scripture!

If that process of thinking was correct than Nigan had made a terrible mistake. When it came to the Six Scriptures, the Black Scripture was the most respected and powerful sects out of the six that made the Slane Theocracy. Nigan nervously swallowed when he realized the folly he had made if his assumption was correct. The Black Scripture was the smallest, but most powerful out of Six Scriptures because they only included members that were amongst the greatest that humanity had to offer.

No, I cannot become scared by something I could be wrong on! Nigan mentally screamed to himself in assurance. "Oh, great Archangel. Please slay the boy before you."

"Holy Smite," The Archangel chanted in a majestic voice.

The magic activated, the only thing that could be seen was a beam of light falling.

With a sound, bluish white divine light constantly fell down, encircling Shirou.

The archer, who had appeared standing still until the Archangel was about to hit him with Holy Smite, suddenly moved in a blur away from him previous position and far away from where Holy Smite landed. It happened to quickly for no one to be able to catch with eyes. The massive black bow that had been carelessly resting on the ground was instantaneously in the boy's hand with an arrow notched, pointing right at the Archangel.

The Archangel instantly began to fly away when it realized the danger it was in. It could see that the arrow wasn't an ordinary one. The arrow's appearance was not that of an ordinary arrow. It was completely black and composed wholly of metal. Visible to the naked eye were waves of magical energy pouring out the metal arrow and forming a mist made out of magical energy shrouding Shirou.

Fearing for its own life, the Archangel fled into the sky. It reached speed that no ordinary bird could ever hope to achieve.

"Fly true, Hrunting." Shirou chanted as he released the black metal arrow with a smirk.

An explosion engulfed the Archangel. Unlike the prior to explosions that could create a gigantic explosion, this explosion was far tamer. Though, it was still devastating. It utterly annihilated the Archangel. It's body melted away with no resistance. The explosion faded away after consuming its target. There wasn't a trace left on the scene. Everything that had transpired seemed to an illusion.

"Ho-how is that possible?"

"With only one blow…"

"Yii!"

"Tha-that is too impossible arhhhhhhh!"

In the middle of the mess of sounds, was the sound of Nigan's roar. Nigan had no idea he was shouting. He only wanted to translate what he was thinking into words, and unknowingly started to shout.

"Such a thing can't happen! Too impossible! No one can slay an Archangel so easily! Where are you from Shirou Emiya?! A person like you can't be some unknown figure! What is your real name?!" Absolutely abandoning all semblance of calm, not willing to acknowledge the fact, Nigan roared.

"Who knows? I could be an enemy. I could be an ally." Shirou relied in a cryptic tone. He then smirked and finished speaking in a rhetorical manner. "Maybe even someone from the Slane Theocracy? I did after kill no one, besides the angels – but it doesn't matter cause my weapons and magic could only their physical bodies and their nature as spirits make them impervious to nothing short of magical weapons and magic designed to specifically harm and kill spiritual beings. An ally would never kill their allies when possible."

Nigan was left short of breath. His own heartbeat was especially loud. The background noise seemed like the only thing he could hear beside the sounds that his body generated to live.

His fear was confirmed. He was indeed likely to be dealing with someone that was a member of the Black Scripture. Nigan began to shiver at the possibility that the boy was enraged because he had been the one to order the knights to raid Carne Village and then had the nerve to threaten the village again. The only reason Nigan could think that a member of a Black Scripture would be so anger at another member of the Six Scripture was that he had unknowingly attacked where him family lived.

He had used his trump card. There was no way he could fight someone that ranked amongst humanity's greatest. He cannot fight against him.

"Ca-captain, wh-what should we do…" One of Nigan's subordinates spluttered.

"Forgive me, Shirou-sama! I didn't know a member of the Black Scripture had family that lived in a remote village of the Re-Entize Kingdom." Nigan screamed in a mixture of panic and respectful tone, he got down onto the ground and kneeled with his head bowed down while ignoring his subordinates.

"No way!"

"A member of a Black Scripture?!"

"He's too young to be a member of the Black Scripture?!"

"He couldn't more than the age of seventeen!"

The disbelief that the mages held was because they couldn't comprehend what they where doing. While they were the elites of the Sunlight Scripture, they were insects to be compared to the likes of the Black Scripture. Every branch of the Six Scripture, beside the Black Scripture, were numbered in the tens of thousands. The Black Scripture was by the smallest group that numbered to become the smallest minority group in humanity. It was unheard for members of the other Six Scripture would never see a member of the Black Scripture in their entire lives, that was how rare how it was to be graced by their appearance.

"Age doesn't matter, fool! In the Black Scripture you only require the ability to join. They don't care about your background. Only ability. Be respectful of your superior!" Nigan screamed in outrage as his subordinates' outrageous reactions then he quickly bowed his head when he remembered that he should be acting to someone that was a member of the Black Scripture. "Sir, may I ask a question."

"What would that question be?" Shirou inquired with an amused look.

"Are you one of the Godkins; demigods that have the blood of the Six Gods running through their veins? That would explain how you were able to dispatch the Archangel, it was after all a lower being that exists to serve your ancestor. It would make complete sense for a higher being such as yourself to easily slay an Archangel. And the most powerful members of the Black Scriptures are after all demigods." Nigan asked in the most polite and respectful tone he could, speaking with a religious fanaticism that only zealots could match.

"Maybe? What should I delve information to ones that are so insignificant?"

The rest of Nigan subordinates only then to began to comprehend seriousness of the situation. They were elites mages that had exterminated thousands of demi-humans in the name of their Six Gods. What they were in the presence was an avatar of the Six Gods embodied in flesh and blood, one of their descendants. After coming to that conclusion, everything clicked into place. The unbelievable power and arrogance that Shirou carried around him was because they were lower beings compared to him. He was one of the Godkins; an avatar of their gods.

"Please forgive us, Shirou-sama. We didn't know that you were a Godkin! If you deem it fit then please slay us. We will be honored knowing that the one to send us to heaven was a Godkin!" The mages all screamed in religious fanaticism as they followed their commander's example.

"Hhhhaaaaaahhh!" Gazef roared in laughter as he doubled over and held his stomach despite the bone tiring weariness he had. "I knew you were not ordinary person, but to that last thing I would have expected see one of the legendary Godkins that Slane Theocracy would guard with their very existence."

"What is it too ironic that Slane Theocracy fighting their own?" Shirou responded amused, addressing the exhausted individual who had been ignored ever since he had made an appearance. Turning towards the kneeling and head bowed mages, he addressed them in a grave tone. "What should I do about this?"

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