Kiran knew perhaps every individual, or Hero, he had summoned through Breidablik. Ever since the young man, and now tactician for the Order of Heroes, and for Prince Alphonse and Princess Sharena, had been summoned onto the field of battle against Veronica and the forces of the Emblian Empire by the Order of Heroes commander and trusty merchant Anna.

One moment he had been walking down from work to home, the next, he had been swept off his feet quite literally into a world unknown, of a literal war and bloodshed.

It was a sight that was just as surreal as it was a mess.

Kiran had to adapt quickly to his surroundings and thankfully, Anna was there as well, thus making a hectic mess as Kiran struggled to adapt to his new situation and environment in order not to die. Once he did, however, Kiran was proclaimed the tactician of the Order of Heroes.

Well, he wouldn't quite exactly say it was unknown. Oh. He did know the world, of the universe that he was pulled from and into another. It had been nothing but a fictional tale of a long standing game franchise made by a company and a series he himself enjoyed since its earliest entry in the series.

The only part he would have never imagined was being sucked into that fictional world, where it was reality, where blood was being shed, and death, a fabrication of a fictional action genre fantasy world, was very much real here, and he had been summoned not into any of the worlds of any entry in the series, but rather the one aptly titled "Heroes."

Alfonse and Shareena were kind enough to thankfully help him along the way, and when sleep for the Order of Heroes and Askr became restless and sleepless, both siblings had professed their guilt of taking Kiran away from his home. It had been a night after a battle with Veronica's forces that and thankfully, forced her to retreat once more.

Kiran did not blame them but he did often wonder about his home and how friends and his family were doing. And he realized that after all, he himself was summoning individual warriors from realms and doing the same to them, even if they were given no options but to summon those Heroes to fight against the Emblian Empire. It was hard to blame others, and with how many civilians that made up the Askr Empire and many more, Kiran did not want innocent lives to be indirectly responsible for the lives of many should Veronica succeed, and so he decided he may as well make the most out of a horrendous situation and fight. He would have died regardless.

Brushing off darker thoughts and moods, the summoner and tactician for the Order of Heroes took a path that led down from the main hall. Having no destination in mind, the tactician decided he might as well stroll around and chat with the Heroes he had summoned so far. With thankfully Veronica's forces retreat and biding their time, it allowed them to relax and unwind for the moment, though brief it may have been, any form of it was still welcomed.

As he strolled closer to the training ground however, no sooner than later did he hear the sounds of metal meeting metal, clanging of steel. It was a noise that wasn't sudden or stunned him, as the training ground was filled with a variety of Heroes who now trained to test their mettle or skill against each other, giving tips and improving themselves.

Kiran found two figures in the distance moving and moving, bouncing off and flipping over and as he moved closer and closer to examine the sparring match between the two figures, he recognized them both, but one stood out to him.

While there had been many Heroes he had summoned over the course of his time during in the Order of Heroes, he hadn't expected to summon any beyond the characters in the universe and realms that he had long been acquainted with. After all, it did not fit the realm within the fantasy title and was a separate entity altogether.

But what if he had summoned an individual from a realm that was not from the franchise or the realms he, Alphonse, Shareena, or even Anna were expecting to summon? The lattermost seemingly was acquainted with most, if not all the kingdoms and countries, but she had never seen the individual he had summoned.

Kiran was familiar with him. He knew him by the clothing he had donned and the face that he recognized from not of a fantasy gaming franchise, but rather, a series of a fantasy world that was entirely disconnected with the one here. He had seen the series before, but it was not connected to this world, and should not have been. Yet he had summoned him all the same, and the familiar heterochromatic rippled eyes of purple and black, which could bleed red at any moment, along with his dark clothing, let the tactician for the Order of Heroes know that he had summoned one of the most recognized characters of that world, even if the rest were unfamiliar with him.

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They moved in tandem, their blades, an extension of their bodies as they swiped, slashed, and thrust. Both locked their gazes as their blades, one golden and one a pale silver, clashed. Though their weapons locked and met each other, and punches and kicks were thrown from one to the other but neither connecting as both parried and avoided such strikes,One, who donned his heterochromatic gaze, let his single pool of black bleed crimson as he studied and read his opponents fighting style, reading every action of his and anticipating, trying to look for any openings in his adversary's style. The other had a more muscular figure, though his body and well developed muscles shone with sweat as he hefted the blade with eaze.

The two acknowledged each other as warriors, their vast knowledge and by their respective chosen disciplines, recognized each other as so. Though they pushed each other to their limits, both also held a large reserve of their power back.

A sudden strike from the cobalt haired figure as his body shone with energy, launched the darker clothed man back. A sudden strike launched him up into the air, while another sent him flying. Unable to plant himself to attempt and lock his arms or cement himself in place, he was hurled back by the sheer force and strength behind his adversary's blow.

Launched several meters away, the man flipped gracefully in the air as he righted himself from the blow that rattled his nerves temporarily by blocking it with his own blade, before he landed hard on his feet, dust kicked up slightly.

As he landed though, he had only scant few seconds to react to the follow up blow as his foe hurled his blade forward like a spear. He deflected it aside, only for his eyes to widen just a second later as the man caught it and barreled down at him, spinning rapidly in the air as he struck down.

The earth and their chosen arena of their sparring match was kicked up. A sudden temporary earthquake that had their been any other spectator, they would have been thrown off their feet by the impact of the duel that was taking place. A spectacle that was between two warriors who aimed past their limits.

When the dust had settled, both men were still standing as sweat dripped off their forms. The darker clothed man glowed indigo with energy as a bone like structure formed to protect the man. Unharmed by the sudden attack he was only protected by his own encased shell, the structure rapidly forming to protect him from the attack, the only proof of damage being the multiple cracks that formed when his blow struck the figure and the bits and pieces of it that fell off like glass.

The cobalt haired man with the golden blade could only stare at the magical construct that formed to protect his adversary, before his head whipped to the side as he leaped away from the construct as its hand, formed into a tight fist, reached out to smash the ground into splinters beneath him.

His eyes narrowed at the construct now, his mind forming calculations and how best to approach his foe now. He had already tried Aether, and now his options were left limited with the construct before him. With it, he had damage to the magical construct, but it was not enough to shatter the being before him into pieces.

Both warriors tensed for combat once more, but the construct being vanished as the indigo tendrils of magic construct faded into the air, and the image of his eye warped back into its onyx hue as he glanced sidelong. He followed his gaze to see the tactician and Summoner for the Order of Heroes.

Both recognized him, but their attention on the new spectator vanished as in a blur of movement, his foe vanished to deliver a strike to the rear of the magical being.

Kiran watched the training grounds sparring match. Though both were sparring as neither utilized their full strength, holding back and preserving yet also pushing each other to their limits.

Both were warriors he had summoned yet both were not from the same worlds he recognized. One was of Radiance, and had been forged through as a warrior leading his father's army following his death. In his hands, he held the holy blade of Ragnell, forged by the goddess Ashera and thus making it impregnable. It was as such, that he recalled, that it had the strength to damage the magical construct of his adversary due to its special and unique properties. He was given many titles such as the Radiant Hero, and Kiran recalled him being the first few Heroes against the forces of the Emblian Empire. Ike.

Speaking of which…

Kiran knew the dark haired man who he was familiar with since his years as a child. The man in front of him with his eyes, were the doujutsu that originated back to Kaguya Otsutsuki, the goddess of chakra and progenitor. It adorned the face of the same man who had been its main character's rival, best friend, and the man who had desired revolution, to tear down and abolish his world's system at one point in his life, but now sought a path of atonement and redemption.

In front of him stood Sasuke Uchiha.

In the midst of their intense sparring match, both were drawn to the new spectator, their summoner, and tactician, before both continued their duel once more.

The Uchiha split off from melee ranged to spit out a volley of fireballs while Ike deflected them with Ragnell, slicing the projectiles and sending them aside, or evading altogether.

Kiran simply watched it once more as both continued their clash. It would stand to reason that both would get along, and he knew both weren't of many words. Yet both had seemingly gotten along through their matches, and they recognized each other all the same. Coordinating with each other, also gave Kiran the benefit of seeing how both would fight against Veronica and the Emblian Empire.

And if the memory of the Heroes's entry served him right, the Askr Empire and Order of Heroes would need Sasuke Uchiha in the future.

So I'm surprised that no one has done this yet… Only saw one NarutoxFE Heroes crossover at AO3 and it was such a long ago I read that story that I can't remember the title.

This story randomly popped up in my mind over the holiday and when I got back to playing FEH again after quitting at some point, so I decided why not and decided to write it since I finally got back from the holiday. Originally, this was meant to be a NarutoxFate crossover, but instead, since there has only been one story that has done this, and another with Harry Potter, we need more NarutoxFE stories, so here's another contribution to the list.