TypeSword: Remnant

by Siegfried XIII

All it took to send Shirou to another world was a single change jn how Illya killed Angra Mainyu. Who could have thought it would result in the birth of a new Type, one that alone rules over a World of Infinite blades. Denial of Nothingness/Type-Sword Shirou (Heaven's feel route)

1. Sword among Schnees pt 1

Winter Schnee paced back and forth in8 front of the Emergency room. Her little sister Weiss, a mere 14 year old with barely any training in combat, had just been kidnapped! That wasn't the reason for her pacing however, she had been found and was safe from any danger.

No, the reason for her worry was for the one who had found and saved her.

He was a young man her age! Barely 17, and he was found bleeding to death with hundreds of swords pierced through his whole body! Despite this he fought off, and killed, an armed group of radicals of the Faunus activist group known as the White fang!

That had only been mere hours ago! Currently the teen was in the finest hospital on Atlas, to be treated for his wounds.

"Ahem... Ms. Schnee?" the voice of a nurse rang out, making her pause where she stood.

"Yes?" She asked as she whirled to face the obviously nervous woman.

Winter knew full well how intimidating she could be, but for the time being she had to know the teenager's condition.

"W-well the boy is no longer in any danger... i-in fact he never was..." The nurse stuttered.

"Explain." She ordered with a brow raised.

"Y-yes of course! Y-you see those swords in his body... they were... part of him... they seemed to grow from his very flesh!" The nurse told her.

Winter looked at her like she'd gone nuts.

"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!" Winter exclaimed.

"It's true." a male voice interjected, this one was from the doctor that had taken the boy to operate.

"But how!?" Winter demanded to know.

The Doctor and nurse looked at each other before facing her again.

"We're not sure how but... those swords were created from Aura. When we surgically removed one they vanished into motes of aura, and the wounds beneath them... had thousands more blades, and they knitted the wound shut completely!" The doctor explained.

"His own aura did that to him?" Winter asked in horror.

The doctor nodded.

"Yes, we also did an Aura exam and the boy has the largest size of aura ever recorded! But that's not all. The way his aura moves through his body is... unique. Completely different than anything we've ever seen!" He said.

"Explain."

"Of course. For starters his aura is, in a word, Internalized."

"What?" Winter asked confused.

"I mean his Aura does not produce a Shield or barrier like all other do. Instead it seems to flow through his body in channels... like a second nervous system!" The Doctor explained.

Winter looked shocked at the discovery.

"I've... never heard of such a thing!" She told the man.

"Neither have we. However from what we can tell the way it flows through him it is... like circuits connected to a battery so to speak." the Doctor sighed.

"A battery?" Winter was confused by that.

"Ah yes... you see when an aura isn't unlocked it sits in the center of your being, until it is unlocked and then it is free to expand into the shield it is known to create. But this boy... he is channeling his aura in a way that is completely unique to him! I doubt anyone could or even would want to replicate the way he uses his aura." The Doctor said, turning his gaze to the closed doors of the operation room.

"Would want to? Why not?" Winter asked, rephrasing the words used by the doctor.

"Well...aura in general generates a lot of heat from what our scanners can tell. Which is how we can stand the cold temperatures of Atlas, and why it is safer to have an active aura in the coldest reaches of the Solitas continent. For him to have that level of heat coursing throughout his body in thin channels...it's like pouring molten metal into an ant hill!" the doctor explained.

Winter couldn't help but picture that scene in her mind, and winced.

"Well... couldn't you just unlock the rest of his aura? To allow it to escape and form the barrier?" Winter asked concerned.

The Doctor shook his head.

"We tried that already... but his Aura completely rejected it! And violently at that..." The Doctor said.

Winter looked confused at the last part, but soon was informed by the nurse.

"The other doctor, the one who tried to unlock the rest of the patient's aura... was seriously injured by the Swords that came from his body. As soon as he began to channel aura to fully unlock the patients, more blades sprouted from where the doctor was touching... and severed his arm." The nurse shivered at the memory.

"Gods... that's..." Winter couldn't finish her sentence.

"Yes... that is why... we can no longer treat the boy here. He has already recovered, although he is unconscious for the moment. We actually came out here to release him into your custody."

Winter blinked at that and promptly said, "What?"

---

Several Hours prior.

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His body was made of Swords...

Shirou Emiya had done it. It had been a long and painful battle, but he'd managed to put an end to Kotomine Kirei's plans... by killing him.

Steel was his body's curse...

Now all that was left was to destroy the unholy abomination that was the Holy Grail.

And fire was his blood's reward...

He knew there was only one weapon capable of destroying the Evils of humanity that possessed the wish granting cup.

He abandoned Thousands to save One...

Excalibur, the sword that was the crystallization of Humanity's prayer for Victory, forged in the breath of the World for a single person, his former Servant. The King of Knights, Arthur Pendragon.

Never forgiven in Life, but Never allowed rest in Death...

"T-trace..." Before he could speak the final word of his aria he froze at the sight of a white haired girl in a heavenly white dress, she held something in her hands.

Has been cursed to forge many weapons upon the evils of Humanity...

"Who...?" his fractured mind could barely remember who he was, but for some reason... he knew the white haired girl was important to him.

Yet he will never know regret...

"Ne Shirou... there's no need for that... your big sis will take care of everything from here on... I will show you a Miracle." the white haired girl whimsically said as she turned to face him.

This was his chosen path...

"Her name... what was her name!?"

He struggled with all his might to remember who she was, but everything became clear when he saw her face, her long white hair framing sad crimson eyes.

"A-ah... Ilya..." he remembered. Illya... his sister.

"Oh? You remembered? Good... then I can apologize... Sorry Shirou... big sis is gonna have to cancel our plans to watch the Cherry Blossoms..." the girl known as Illya told him with a sad smile.

"Illya... Illya... IllyaIllyaIllyaIllya ILLYA!!!" all Shirou could do was call her name over and over, or he would forget her once more.

Tears flowed down his face as he reached for her.

"It's alright Oni-chan... I will save you this time... you can live... you can grow old... you can be happy... for you... that is my only wish... so I... will perform this Miracle for you!" Illya told him.

She floated above the chasm the grail created and held up her hands above her head.

Shirou called her name the whole time, but now he could see what he held.

It was a brilliant gemstone dagger, it glowed with a Kaleidoscope of colored energy.

Shirou knew what it was. the Jeweled Sword Zelretch. It was created as a conduit for the Magician of the same name to utilize the Second Magic, Kaleidoscope: The Operation of Parallel Worlds, more efficiently.

It was the same blade Rin Tohsaka used to battle Sakura, before the later forced Rin to drop it and stab her with a blade of Imaginary Numbers.

Shirou's eyes widened even more as he realized what she intended.

She planned to use the blade and her Dress of Heaven, a direct connection to the Third Magic to fuel the blade with infinite Prana and then use it to create a Dimensional Refraction across the Multiverse to destroy all the grails that exist in this exact moment!

"No! You can't! You'll die if you do that!" Oh how Shirou wished he could say that... but all he was capable of doing was calling her name.

"Goodbye Oni-chan... I love you." Illya's final word to him finally reached his ears and he knew it was too late.

The next moment was a blur to him, all he could remember in that moment was White, he was reaching for someone... and a hand much like the one that replaced his left arm took it.

---

The next... he was staring at a Black Hole. A literal Black Hole.

He couldn't take his eyes off of it, his soul instinctively understood what he was staring at.

The Root, the origin of Magecraft, the Outside of the World... the emptiness where Creation Originated.

And he was currently orbiting it like a planet of steel and flesh.

[Unknown Presence detected: Scanning Intruder]

[Error: Intruder is composed of two separate entities.]

[Error Invalid: both entities are Shirou Emiya. Scanning Resumed. ]

[Scan Complete.]

[Warning! Forbidden Magecraft detected: Reality Marble confirmed! Request Action against potential Demonic threat?]

[Denied. Intruder is Incarnation of Sword.]

[Incarnation of Sword = Counter Guardian Emiya. Counter Guardian presence confirmed. Allow Access?]

[Access Granted.]

Shirou stared blankly at the Emptiness, knowledge was soon forced into his soul, altering things according to his Magecraft.

[ERROR! Presence is not Counter Guardian Emiya! Akashic Records Compromised! Executing emergency ejection from Root!]

Shirou's mind regained a hint of coherence as it was removed from the root.

[Error! True magic Denial of Nothingness granted to Intruder Shirou Emiya!]

[Summoning Heroic Spirits to protect the Akashic Records.]

Before Shirou's eyes, an uncountable amount of figures appeared, a few he recognized.

His future Self, Archer Emiya, his former servant Arturia, some looked like Rin, others like Sakura, his own father was there as well, Kiritsugu Emiya, but he was... different. He looked like Archer from the Grail wars, white hair and dark skinned.

[Order: Eliminate threat to Akashic records!]

The Counter Guardians of Humanity immediately charged at him.

He knew he stood no chance against them... but three words soon escaped his lips.

"Unlimited Blade Works!"

And his inner World was born into the Void of the Root.

It was a twisted thing, even by Archer Emiya's standards, and all the Guardians who had managed to be swallowed by the actualization of Shirou Emiya's world couldn't help but be horrified at the sight.

The landscape was nothing but blood laden ash and an infinite amount of flame scorched weapons, some of their wielders even recognized them.

Durandal, Gae Bolg, Aestus Estus, Caliburn, Merodach, Balmung, and so many, many, many more.

But above all they noticed what was in the sky, replacing a sun, or even a moon.

A Black Hole, symbolizing his newfound connection to the Root.

[Warning! Denial of Nothingness has altered Reality Marble: Unlimited Blade Works!]

They all looked to see Shirou standing on a hill of bloodied ashes, his left arm grotesquely sprouting millions of Blades.

He gazed at them, his eyes were dark and empty of all life.

Archer Emiya saw what had become of the boy he sacrificed his arm for and felt... defeated. He now understood that nothing he could do would change his own fate, for Shirou Emiya to abandon his dream he would face untold suffering. Becoming a Hero of Justice and become a Counter Guardian was a light sentence compared to what Archer witnessed from this horrid world.

"Emiya Shirou... I am sorry..." Archer collapsed to his knees and wept at his revelation.

Arturia looked at the boy she loved, she couldn't believe what he had been through to twist his dreams into this abominable place. She began to feel despair once more, not for her kingdom like the first time, but for the fallen hero she was forced to face.

"Shirou... How could this happen..." She breathed in horror, her famed sword clattered to the red ash below.

The beings that resembled Rin and Sakura couldn't understand why they felt so horrified at the sight. They felt like their Hearts would shatter. The Sakura's even more so.

[Warning! Type Class entity identified. Type-Sword Confirmed! Destroy threat to Humanity Immediately!]

It was then Shirou spoke in a distorted metallic tone, like the edges of several blades grinding together in a vain attempt to sharpen each other.

"Trace On: Denial of Nothingness."

The Jeweled Sword Zelretch and another object that resembled a golden key of sorts, the compact form of Ea Gilgamesh's most powerful sword, appeared in a flash of prana.

Every Heroic spirit's eyes widened, none more so than Gilgamesh himself.

"You Mongel! Who gave you the right to taint my precious treasure!!" The golden king of heroes demanded, before he immediately launched thousands of prototype godslaying Noble Phantasms at the teen.

Shirou's dead eyes flickered to the blades approaching. They were immediately intercepted by perfect copies of themselves.

His eyes then flickered to Gilgamesh, who then coughed up blood. Swords began to sprout from within his body, just like the owner of this world.

Gilgamesh couldn't move at all due to his body rapidly being replaced by blades.

"Y-you Bastard!!" Gilgamesh gave out one last curse before he was reduced to a spikey statue of steel.

Type-Sword returned his empty gaze to the objects before him.

Ea, the Sword of Rupture. The blade that existed before the Concept of Sword, and the blade that cleaved the Heavens from the Earth. It was a weapon he couldn't reproduce originally because it was made before the concept of Sword existed, but Denial of Nothingness had changed that.

Zelretch, the Jeweled Sword of the Kaleidoscope. Channels the Second Magic to produce the Multi-dimensional Refraction Phenomenon to slice through a threat in all dimensions, eliminating it from the Multiverse entirely. Archer Emiya had been able to save the blueprints to the weapon, but couldn't fully replicate it. But for Shirou's Denial of Nothingness... it was easy.

Two seperate blades capable of severing space... but they wouldn't be seperate for long.

"...Denial of Nothingness: Alteration."

Shirou muttered those words and in a flash, two became one.

His hand reached into the light and grasped the fusion of Rupture and Refraction. The light dissipated and in his hands was...

[Error! Unable to Identify! Object does not exist in any known Universe]

It was a clearly a sword, but all who looked upon it could only see Whiteness framed by Black as if a White Hole (the opposite of a black hole) had taken the form of an English longsword.

"Burst away from Nothing, O'Sword of Denial."

Shirou intoned with no emotion or sense of self. His body had been moving on Autopilot since the Actualization of his World. He was unaware of his current actions as he raised the 'Sword' up and swung it down at the present company.

The sword did not cut them however, no it cut the Nothingness in front of him, a tear in existence formed and on the otherside he could see buildings. He knew not where the tear showed him, but he entered nonetheless.

When he did so the tear, and his World vanished, leaving the shocked Counter Guardians behind.

[Searching for Calamity: Type-Sword Error! Unable to Locate target. Target has left the Root's Jurisdiction to Unknown Universe. Possibility of Capture... Impossible. Returning Counter Guardians to the Throne of Heroes.]

With that, the Heroic spirits who witnessed the birth of a new Beast returned to their places in the Throne of Heroes.

---

The newly born Type known as Emiya Shirou stepped out of the tear from Nothingness into a redbricked Alleyway. The Sword of Denial vanished with the tear in Nothing.

He examined his surroundings and saw a young girl with long white hair being dragged away into a nearby building by several masked figures.

"White hair... just like... just like..." Shirou blinked as he regained his sense of self.

"Illya..." Shirou's hoarse voice rasped, before he began to hobble after the kidnappers.

"Illya... Illya... Illya... Illya..." The thought of his sister was all that rang thoughout his thoughts, as he opened the door of the building.

It was a warehouse of some kind.

"What the fuck?! Who the hella are... oh gods who did that to you!?" One of the masked figures noticed him, which made them all look to see him.

He paid them all no mind, his eyes scoured the scene until he saw long White hair, his vision was foggy due to bloodloss but the sight of the owner of the white hair bound and gagged set something off in his mind.

"Illya..." he whispered.

"Huh? Speak up! Who are you!" one of the masked figures pointed his rifle at Shirou.

"Illya... Illya... Illya! ILLYA!!!!" Shirou's voice gradually grew louder, from a whisper to a shout.

"This guy's fucking crazy! Light him up!" the clear leader of the kidnappers ordered.

The sounds of rapid gunfire echoed throughout the warehouse. Each bullet hit Shirou like a ton of bricks, his body reacted to getting shot before falling over.

"Heh, crazy ass Human. Shouldn't have interfered with the White Fang." The leader boasted, a smug smirk on his mostly covered face.

"Uh boss... he's getting up!" One of the kidnappers exclaimed.

"What!?" The leader looked on and saw that it was true.

Shirou rose to his feet, almost like a Zombie, his wounds sprouting new Blades that quickly knit his body back together.

Shirou glared at them through his right eye, the only one currently visible beneath the protruding cocoon of Blades.

"What the fuck are you!?!" the leader shouted in abject horror.

Shirou did not answer him, instead he Traced hundreds of swords in the air above him.

"What the fuck?!"

"Holy shit!!"

"Is that his Semblance?!"

"We're fucked!"

Several white fang members shouted in despair, and Shirou mentally launched the swords at the kidnappers, turning them all into pincushions.

Shirou stared impassively at the blood that leaked from them. He didn't care that he'd killed them, he only cared that he'd saved 'Illya'.

A muffled whimper made him turn to the girl in question.

His vision was still blurred so he couldn't see her face clearly, but her white hair made him believe the girl was Illya.

He limped towards the girl, who released more whimpers of fear through her Gag.

"Illya..." he breathed out as he knelt down before the girl.

She stopped when she heard him speak.

Weiss Schnee, looked into the eyes of this stange man who'd appears and slaughtered her kidnappers.

He whispered something, a name from what she could tell, she then noticed his eyes were unfocused.

"Illya? Has he mistaken me for someone else?" Weiss wondered, slightly offended.

The man began to free her of her bindings, muttering that same name the entire time.

Once her hands were free she whipped up her hands and pulled off the Gag.

"My name isn't Illya! It's Weiss Schnee!" She shouted at the man, who blinked and for a second his eye focused just enough to see her icy blue orbs.

"N-not... Illya?" he asked.

"That's right! I'm not this Illya person!" Weiss shouted at him.

"Ah... ah. R-right... Illya... gone... dead..." Shirou's eyes began to well up in tears as everything he'd experienced during the Holy Grail War came back to him. Who he was, who he loved, what he wished to be, and what he abandoned.

Weiss flinched at the look of tearfilled despair in the man's eyes.

"Gone... gone... gone... gone... Everyone... is... Gone..." Shirou whimpered as his tears trickled down his blade ridden cheeks.

Weiss didn't know what to do, but luckily she didn't have to. Because her sister and her team bust through the door.

"Weiss!" Winter shouted at the sight of her sister.

"Who the heck is that Winter?" one of her teammates asked.

"I don't know."

"Oh maybe he's the kidnapper!"

"Let's get him!"

The other two teammates made to attack Shirou but stopped when they saw Weiss step defensively in front of him.

"Stop! He saved me! I was kidnapped by the White Fang! Not him!" Weiss told them hastily.

"What? He saved you?" she was asked.

"Yes! He did! And he's not in any condition to defend himself if you did attack him!" Weiss scolded them with a glare that honestly made Winter a little proud.

Her words also made them examine the teen more closely.

"Oh my gods... are those... swords?!" one of the two who tried to attack Shirou exclaimed at the grotesque sight.

The other vomited at the sight.

Winter hastily ran up to the teen and examined his condition.

Indeed he had blades coming from his body, there were no discernable features she could make out of his face, or even his hair, the only thing she could see was his right eye, a single Steel colored orb that shed tears.

She could hear him whispering a phase.

"Everyone... is... gone... Illya... is gone... my sister... gone... Illya... Illya... Illya... Illya..." he muttered the phrase over and over again.

Winter couldn't help but pity him, it was obvious he'd lost everything.

She quickly stood up and turned to her team.

"Take Weiss and go back to base. I'm taking him to the hospital." Winer ordered her team, they all nodded except for Weiss.

"What? Why can't I come with you!? He saved my life and more!! A few of those White Fang members even threatened to..." Weiss shivered at the memory.

Winter looked at her.

"That's exactly why. We can't have you in puplic areas for too long there might be more. I will take care of this. Leave." Winter ordered her sister, who looked like a kicked puppy.

Winter's temporary partner placed a hand on Weiss's shoulder.

"Come on Kiddo. Let's get you back to base."

Her partner then looked at Winter and said "We'll help you haul him into the bullhead, you can then take him to the hospital on Atlas. That sounds better right?"

Winter nodded at the suggestion.

"That sounds like a better plan, you can drop us off at the Hospital before heading to base." Winter said, they all nodded vefore each proceeded to grab a blade covered limb and carry the man, who had passed out at some point.

Weiss watched them carry the teen with a pursed lip. She could help but feel... worried for him.

He'd clearly lost everything and was little more than a shell of a person, and what would happen to him after being treated? He obviously had no place to go!

Weiss wished there was something she could do for him.

Suddenly an idea came to mind, but would her father consent to it is what really worried her.

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Present time

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Winter stared at the once sword covered teen, that now slept soundly in her Family's private transport. His features were not at all what she was expecting, his skin was a peach color, but his hair was as white as her own.

He was handsome, of that Winter wouldn't deny. His facial Structure also told of Mistralian descent. Yet no matter how many times she tried her database she could find no trace of the person before her.

Her eyes found themselves narrowing at the teen.

"Who are you..." She wondered aloud.

As if on cue the boy her age stirred with a hoarse groan, his steel eyes flickering open to lock eyes with hers, and blinked

It took Shirou Emiya a second for his eyes to focus slightly and immediately he found himself staring at...

"Saber?" Shirou croaked out.

"Excuse me?" the White haired Saber look alike narrowed her eyes at him.

At the difference in voice tone compared to his Saber he blinked the rest of the blurry images out of his vision and upon focusing he saw the woman was definitely not Saber.

"Oh sorry... I thought you were... someone else." Shirou muttered his apology.

"Yes you seem to have a habit of doing that. Thank you for saving my sister however I must ask who you are. You are not in any known Database on Remnant." Winter inquired.

"Remnant?" Shirou asked.

Winter looked at him incredulously.

"Do you have amnesia or something? Yes Remnant as in the name of our world." Winter said with a slightly condescending tone.

"World? Remnant? What the hell happened when Illya used the...Kaleidoscope... oh... oh fuck." Shirou came to the (wrong) conclusion that Illya's combined use of Heaven's feel and the Kaleidoscope had blown him into another reality.

He wasn't... entirely wrong, just not remembering the rest of the situation.

"Ahem... your name?" Winter demanded, jolting him from his thoughts.

"O-oh right... I'm Emiya Shirou." Shirou said.

"Pleasure to meet you Mr Shirou." Winter greeted.

"U-um... Actually Shirou is my given name, Emiya is my Surname." Shirou corrected.

Winter blinked at that before remembering.

"Ah yes that's right, some of the Orient Mistralians use their Surname first for introductions. My Apologies." Winter said.

"It's alright. It's a common mistake." Shirou waved it off.

"Yes well, back to business shall we?" Winter gave him a pointed look.

Shirou nodded.

"Rin would get along with her... so would Saber... maybe." He mentally concluded.

"Good. Now tell me... what were you doing in that alley where my sister was held?" She asked him.

He briefly looked confused at her question and was about to ask her what she was talking about when...

"Gah!?" he held his head in pain due to a splitting headache.

A rush of memories entered his mind, his waking in the alley, to seeing the white haired girl he had mistaken for Illya, saving said girl, finding out she wasn't Illya... then nothing.

"Are you Alright?" Winter asked with some concern.

He took a breath as the head pain subsided.

"Yeah," he breathed, "I'm ok... but to answer your question I don't really know... the details are fuzzy. Last thing I remember before saving your sister was my own sacrificing her life to save mine and kill a monster... then I'm waking up in that Alleyway." Shirou told her honestly, he was a bad liar anyways, she'd see right through it.

She stared at him intently, searching for any sign of lies. Upon finding none she sighed.

"I am sorry for your loss. As an older sibling myself I couldn't imagine what you must be feeling right now. And I am sorry that I must ask this but... do you have any other family you can contact?" She asked him.

Shirou shook his head.

"No, my parents died in a fire when I was really young, and I was adopted by the man who saved my life... he died a few years after that. I practically raised myself after that. I had only found out that I had a sister less than a month ago... she blamed me for a lot of things... but we had finally begun to reconcile when... she passed." Shirou told her.

Winter hated to admit it, but she pitied the boy more than she already had before.

Shirou noticed that he had made her uncomfortable.

"Sorry. I'm really grateful that you took me to get help." Shirou gave a forced smile that showed he was lying about being saved

Winter noticed that and narrowed her eyes, she would talk to him later about that.

"Of course. However I do have more questions." Winter said.

"Ask away." Shirou consented to her questioning.

"When we found you, you had Blades sprouting from your body. Scans and the Doctors said they were made of your Aura and were actually healing you. How did you do that? Is it a byproduct of your Semblance?" Winter asked him.

Shirou blinked at the unfamiliar terms.

"Aura? Semblance? Is that what they call Magecraft in this world? From what she asked... Aura is this world's Prana? Then what is a Semblance?" He speculated.

He decided to voice his questions.

"What's Aura? And a Semblance?"

Winter didn't so much as blink at the question. It was a common one after all. Information about Aura and Semblances tended to be limited for the general public.

"Aura is the manifestation or our souls. It is the energy of our souls from within our bodies that both heals and protects us as a barrier, which yours does not by the way. A Semblance is a singular special ability that tends to be unique to the individual, it is possible for some semblances to be inherited, or reoccure sometime further down the bloodline. Mine is an inheritable one and has many different applications." Winter explained to him.

He understood the basics of it. It was a lot like Magecraft but more limited, like a superpower. Like one those comic book Heroes from the West.

"I understand... the place I'm from had different terminology for it though." Shirou said hesitantly, this world clearly had no Magus Association so it might be Alright to share a little bit.

"Oh? Do tell." She rose a brow at his words.

"Well instead of Aura we called it Prana, and from what you told me, the way we use it is also different. Instead of a barrier and a semblance we had, Magic Circuits and Magecraft." Shirou explained.

"Magic... you seriously expect me to believe that?" Winter deadpanned.

"Well that because it isn't magic, it's just the terms we used. Magecraft is the study of science though the use of Prana. In the hopes to recreate actual Magic. And magic circuits are the channels we use to move our Prana- what you call Aura through our bodies for various effects. Magecraft is basically Aura Manipulation with a connection to our version of that Semblance thing." Shirou explained, using what Rin and Illya had explained to him, along with some of the retained memories from Archer's Arm.

Which he noticed no longer gave him any pain or tried to encroach upon his existence.

"And what is your equivalent of a semblance?" Winter was actually interested in hearing more.

"We have two things actually, the Origin and the Element. The Origin is essentially your true nature as a person, and dictates your ways of life in some way, shape or form, it is possible to have a double Origin but it is rare." Shirou explained.

"And the Element?" Winer asked.

"That dictates what kind of Magecraft is best suited for you. The Element is separated between actual elements, thus the name. The elements are Fire, Water, Earth, Air, and Wood, alternatively Metal for that last one. The Wood/Metal element tends to be more suited for things like Alchemy. While a Fire element is suited for Fire related things." Shirou told her.

"Interesting... and these Elements... are they strictly of those types listed?" Winter asked.

"Yes and no... I'm not really that knowledgeable about this but there are elements that are like a combination of elements. My own element is... more unique than others... same with my Origin." Shirou explained with a slight amount of embarrassment in his tone.

"What is your element?" Winter asked, having a feeling she already knew.

"Sword." Shirou said simply.

Winter blinked at that, that wasn't what she expected.

"Wait Sword? Not Metal?" Winter asked incredulous.

"That's right.." Shirou said.

"Then what's your Origin? You said the Origin is you as a person and dictates your way of life." Winter asked.

"Sword." Shirou said again.

"Huh? You mean Swordsman, right?" Winter asked.

"No. Just Sword. My Element and Origin are both Sword. Which makes me an Incarnation." Shirou explained, drawing on the knowledge leftover from Archer.

"And Incarnation?" Winter asked confused.

"Incarnations are people who's Origin and Element are identical. Those with the status of Incarnation typically have a distorted view of the world in some way. They don't see themselves as Human, they see themselves as what they are the Incarnation of. As a result... they become what they embody. I am a Sword, however broken and rusted I may be, I will always be a Sword." Shirou finished his explanation with a thousand yard stare that seemed to see past her.

As Winter looked into his Steel eyes, she thought she could see a hellish landscape within, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared.

"And because of you're an Incarnation of Sword, you... can turn your body into swords?" She asked him.

"No." He denied.

"Then why-" she was cut off.

"I don't turn my body into sword... My body is made of Swords." Shirou told her.

She shivered as a chill went down her spine when he spoke those words. She instinctively knew they held a deeper meaning to them.

"Then what can you do? What would you consider you Semblance?" Winter asked.

"...I can Recreate any melee weapon I've seen as a Projection, down to it's entire history. From the day it was forged, to the skills of those that Wielded the weapon. If I try I can recreate armor as well. And just like how real weapons can be reinforced, I can Reinforce my projections and even my body." Shirou told her. He was hesitant to tell her his abilities but felt no point in hiding it, he did hide his reality marble through.

Winter sat in a mixture of stunned and amazed silence. Such a power sounded impossibly versatile, even by the standards set by the Schnee semblance. It was too farfetched to be true... she needed proof.

She grasped her sheathed Saber and looked at him.

"Prove it. Tell me my weapon's history. Then create a copy." Winter ordered with narrowed eyes.

Shirou glanced at the blade for a brief second, that was all he needed.

"The weapon has no name. Originally a pair of dueling Sabers belonging to an ancestor of the current wielder, both were recently broken in a duel against a Dusty Old Crow. All that remained of the beloved swords were pair of snapped blades and a single hilt, the other was lost in the battle. Unable to part with the blades the wielder took the remains to the kingdom of Atlas' top Artificer. Currently the second blade that remained has been refitted into a Parrying Dagger that slots into the other blade, which has been reattached to the hilt. This weapon is the Prototype of the Rapier Myrtenaster." Shirou muttered mechanically, refering to Winter as the 'current Wielder'

Winter was slightly disturbed over the sudden change in his persona. It was like looking at a robot.

"Alright... you were correct about all of that... but I have yet to see you-"

Shirou wordlessly traced the weapon, without its sheathe, and separated the secondary blade from the primary one.

Winter gaped at the display.

"May I?" she asked, her hand outstretched towards the weapons.

Shirou passed her the weapons, a troubled expression on his face.

The cause of his troubles was the weapon he just traced, or rather it's quality. It was perfect, there was no degradation in rank like his creations before coming to this world. It was completely identical in every way to the original.

This shouldn't be possible, a copy is still a copy, no matter how good the replica. There was a reason Prototype Noble Phantasms were so much stronger than the Noble Phantasms that were created from the prototype's designs.

Not only were they created during the Age of Gods, where legends were many and magic was plentiful, they were the Nameless Originals, the named Noble Phantasms that came later were merely copies of those weapons, no matter how powerful they may be. This was the reason why Caliburn was in actuality stronger than Excalibur, but it lacked the indestructibility of the Last Phantasm, due to it not having been forged in the World.

The same logic would apply to his own creations, it wouldn't matter what world he was in. So long as those weapons existed, then their Prototype would as well. That would make the weapon he created drop a rank.

This wasn't the only reason for the drop in rank and quality of his creations however. The presence of Gaia made the rank drop by another rank because she denied the existence of a second of the same weapon.

But the blade he just created had no such defects. Not even a drop in rank or quality! This was fundamentally impossible, the only thing capable of such a thing is True magic!

This made him question just what happened between Illya's sacrifice and his coming to this world.

"What exactly... happened to me.." Shirou wondered.

"Shirou? Is something wrong?" Winter's voice stole him from his thoughts.

"Huh?" He looked to see her staring at him in concern, the blade he Traced was gently held in her hands.

"I was asking if there were any other weapons you can create? And may I see one?" She repeated herself.

"O-oh sorry. Yeah I guess I don't mind showing you a couple." Shirou said, before willing the copy of Winter's sabers away, where they joined the ranks of his Arms.

"This gives me an excuse to test my Tracing more." He thought.

He closed his eyes and searched his twisted inner World for a blade. He immediately noticed that he had several more blades than he remembered obtaining.

"Food for later thought..." he thought as he searched.

Eventually he found a blade. He was hesitant to call this blade but decided it was as good a test as any.

He opened his eyes and Traced the weapon he had chosen.

A beautiful longsword of English origin. A brilliant color scheme of blue and gold, the language of the Fae etched into the blade.

Winter felt air escape her lungs, the sword was beautiful beyond words.

"It's so beautiful... does it have a name?" Winter asked.

Shirou gazed at the blade in somber silence before he spoke.

"Caliburn, the Golden Sword of the Victorious. Also called the Sword that chooses the King. It belonged to... a dear friend of mine."

"King?" Winter wondered.

"What happened to them?" she asked, having picked up on his mood.

Shirou cradled the Blade to his chest like a parent to a child.

"I killed her." Shirou said with a dead look in his eyes, a single tear fell from his cheek and onto the blade in his arms.

Winter went wide eyed at his admission.

Unbeknownst to them both, Caliburn glowed for the briefest instant before it faded.

---

The Transport arrived at their destination, which Shirou still had no idea of where they were that had been going.

The ride after Shirou revealed that he had killed Saber had been eerily quiet, and incredibly awkward between the two.

Winter knew there was more to the story other than him killing his dear friend, it showed on his face, but she couldn't bring herself to pry.

And Shirou really didn't really feel like sharing anymore, he continued to cradle Caliburn like a lifeline. The blade itself brought him a sense of comfort.

Once the transport finished it's landing, Winter stood.

"Can you walk?" She asked him.

Shirou nodded silently and stood, he contemplated dismissing Caliburn, but he couldn't bring himself to. Instead he quickly projected Caliburn's original blue and gold scabbard, before Avalon, and sheathed it.

Winter eyed the sheathed blade with no small amount of admiration, as Shirou held it by the base of the crossguard at his waist.

Winter nodded.

"Good. Follow me." Winter instructed.

"Where are we going?" Shirou asked slightly wary of the woman he'd just met.

"My family's villa." Winter stated in a no nonsense tone.

Shirou sensed a bit of hostility in her tone, but could feel it wasn't directed towards him.

"Can I ask why? You may have saved my life but I'm still someone you've just met." Shirou asked, as they both stepped out of the transport.

Shirou immediately blinked at the Victiorian styled mansion before.

Winter shot him a glance before she replied to his question.

"My sister somehow managed to convince my father, into allowing you to stay with us. She messaged me while you were still unconscious. We're also going to meet with someone tomorrow. You've also been released from the hospital into my care, you are my responsiblity." she explained to him, with no small amount of venom in her tone directed towards her father, something that was obvious to Shirou.

"I take it you and your father don't get along?" He asked with a raised brow.

"Correct. My father is... greedy and power hungry. He married into the Schnee family only for money and status, he admitted such at Weiss' 10th birthday, which he never bothered to show up to. He was against me joining the Military as a Specialist type Huntress." Winter informed with a sigh.

Shirou glanced at her, her family situation was not dissimilar to those of a typical Magus family, in Shirou's personal opinion she had nothing on the Tohsaka family, at least Winter's father hadn't sold off his second daughter to another family, where she was inflicted with unspeakable acts from worms.

But Shirou knew better than to say any of that out loud, so instead he just replied with, "I see..."

However to her credit she seemed to notice that he chose to not say anything more.

"What is it?" she asked him accusingly.

Shirou shook his head. "It's not my place to say anything." He said.

"You can speak freely." Winter told him.

Shirou sighed before he relented.

"Very well. In my own opinion you've had it easier than most families in this situation." He said with a hint of Cynicism.

"What's that supposed to mean?!" She asked with an edge to her tone.

"It means exactly that. My lover's family was far worse than yours." Shirou said.

She stopped midstep and whirled to glare at him.

"Worse?! What could be worse than knowing that your father was only married and had children just for a company!? What's worse than finding out your entire existence was just a ploy to gain more social standing!?" Winter snapped.

Shirou returned her glare with an apathetic gaze.

"Try having your father sell you off to a rival family at age 5, only to them violate every part of their body for 10 years. Try never being able to speak to your sister without being punished. Try suffering alone for 10 years, while believing yourself to be impure and disgusting. Try that and still come out with a small amount of sanity left." Shirou said with steel clear in his tone.

Winter was speechless at what Shirou had claimed his Lover had gone through, her head slumped in thought.

Shirou sighed at her dejected expression.

"Sorry. I was out of line." He said.

"No... no you're right. As much as I hate to admit it. I have had it easier than most in my situation. My sister and my younger brother no doubt have it harder. My father is known to be... angry when things go wrong. I just hope he hasn't been taking it out on them." Winter sighed.

Shirou nodded.

That settled, they continued on their way to the front door of the Mansion where a portly balding man in a butler's uniform waited for them.

"Ah Ms. Schnee! Welcome home. Your father and sister said to expect you." The bulter greeted jovially, before his brown eyes turned red as he looked at Shirou.

"I take it that this is the boy that saved the young Miss?" The butler said, his tone seemed to have shifted alongside his eyes, into a more gruff and grouchy one.

Shirou blinked, his expression of clear confusion.

"Uh... yes?" Shirou said, incredibly confused about the shift in eye color and personality.

The man's red eyes stared into him, like he was looking at his soul.

"Hrm... Yes I suppose he'll do." The butler's eyes then shifted to yellow, "Oh young man I thank you for saving dear young Weiss, I don't know what I'd do without my little Snowflake. A hero is what you are young man." The butler thanked him.

Shirou flinched at being called a hero.

"I-... I appreciate your thanks, but I'm no Hero. I don't have the right to be called that. Please just call me Shirou, or Emiya if you prefer." Shirou said with a painfully forced smile, one the butler didn't seem to pick up on, however Winter sure did.

"Nonsense m'boy! A hero is labeled as such by the people who he saves, he never receives the title willingly. And Weiss certainly sees you as a hero. If you're her hero then you're mine as well." The butler laughed, oblivious to Shirou's painfilled expression.

"Please... I'm not... I abandoned that part of me... please stop..." Shirou's voice quivered as he desperately wished the butler would stop calling him a Hero.

Winter glanced at Shirou, his expression looked haunted, like he was trying and failing to hold something back.

"Klein... I think you're making Shirou uncomfortable..." Winter told the butler.

Klein blinked, his eyes turned blue, and then looked at Shirou, really looked at him.

"Oh dear... my Apologies. I did not realize this was a touchy subject for you." Klein apologized, with clear concern in his tone.

"It's fine." Shirou said, finally calming down somewhat. Although a small part of him still ached, the part of him that still desperately wished to be a Hero.

Klein nodded at the teen before he looked to Winter.

"Master Schnee is in his study. He wished me to inform you to bring young Shirou there to meet him." Klein told her, his eyes switching back to brown.

Winter nodded.

"Thank you Klein. We'll be going in now." Winter thanked the man and they both went inside.

Klein watched them go with a perplexed expression.

The object of his interest was the boy who'd saved Weiss.

He recognized a torn personality when he saw one, it was different then his own, his was natural, but the boy's... his was different in a way Klein couldn't describe.

---

Winter escorted him through the mansion, directly to a hallway with a illustrious mahogany door at the end of it. Once they reached the door Winter turned to him.

"This is my father's study, be careful. I don't know what he wants in return for you staying here, but there's not way he's doing this out of the goodness of his heart." Winter warned.

Shirou nodded.

"I understand."

Winter smiled slightly, she'd grown fond of her fellow teen in the short time they'd known each other.

"Good, now lets get this over with." She said with a wink.

Shirou felt his lips twitch into a smirk for a second.

Winter raised a fist and knocked on the door.

"Enter." a male voice called from behind the door.

Winter opened the door while speaking, "Pardon the intrusion- General Ironwood!?"

"Ah Specialist Cadet Schnee. Glad to see you and your new partner have arrived safely." The tall man in a white military uniform greeted them.

"Yes we have sir!" Winter saluted, before she faltered as she processed what he had said, "Wait... my new... partner?" She hesitantly asked.

"Yes, your new partner. Seeing as you are to be keeping an eye on him, he might as well accompany you to your classes in the Academy. I've already discussed this with your father." Ironwood said.

"I had intended to employ him as Weiss' bodyguard. But... unfortunately the good General here is... adamant about enrolling the young lad in the academy, something about... untapped potential. We did argue of course but we reached... an agreement of sorts." Jacques said coyly.

Winter couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"What about my current partner?! My team?!" Winter asked.

"Winter, no offense intended but your current teammates are all in their final year, you were only placed there temporarily so they could continue in their classes. You were told this at the beginning of the year." Ironwood said.

Winter looked down, she had honestly forgotten that fact.

"I... I understand Sir."

Finally Shirou, who had been analyzing the two men in the room, spoke up.

"Pardon me but, I think you neglected to ask for my opinion on this." Shirou interrupted.

Everyone blinked before looking at him, clearly having forgotten he was even there.

"Oh yes our apologies, we should have included you into the conversation. Now as I was saying, you and Ms Schnee here will be-" Ironwood was again interrupted by Shirou.

"You seem to be under the assumption that I want to be a Hunter or whatever crap you call it." Shirou said stoically, Archer's memories came in handy for situations like this.

Ironwood recoiled in shock, as if the thought of someone not wanting to be a paragon of humanity was unthinkable.

"You don't want to be a Huntsman?" Ironwood asked.

"That all depends on the duties of being one..." Shirou clarified.

"Oh of course. You see huntsman are people who fight off the creatures of Grimm, they are all that stands between humanity and total extinction. But that is not all they do. They take on a variety of different jobs, some simple and others not so much. Huntsman are paid generously for the risks they take on their own lives-" Again he was cut off.

"Enough with the glorifications. In essence Huntsman are just Mercenaries." Shirou said snidely.

Ironwood felt his eye twitch at being interrupted a third time.

"Essentially yes... Huntsman are in fact Mercenaries, however unlike the common sword for hire, Hunters are prohibited from siding with any military force, should a nation go to war with another, they are to remain Neutral so to speak." Ironwood finished.

Shirou took in everything the man said and sighed.

"That's retarded. You make super soldiers but are unwilling to send them to an actual war. And I thought I was the biggest hypocrite around, but you're all something else." Shirou said in a cynical tone.

"Exuse me?! Those are children! One's we have taught and trained ourselves, how could we even consider doing such a thing?!" Ironwood shouted at the Sword Incarnate.

"Then why go to war in the first place!? You don't seem to have any qualms about regular soldiers laying down their lives and dying because of it. What makes the hunters so special? What right do they have to sit back and relax while everyone else is dies screaming! What about the innocent civilians caught in the crossfires of your wars! If those Hunters are to remain Neutral, then that means they can't enter the battlefield, even to save their own family from certain death!" Shirou snapped at the General, who actually took a step back at his words.

"It's your decision on whether to go to war or not! If you don't want those children dying in your war then don't start one to begin with!" Shirou finished with a heated glare.

Throughout his outburst, Caliburn vibrated in it's scabbard, but no one noticed.

Ironwood looked like he swallowed a lemon, as he mulled over Shirou's words.

Winter was aghast at the audacity Shirou had to call out the General of the entire Atlesian military, and practically call him stupid for not using everything in his arsenal, and it made sense!?

Ironwood's militaristic mindset understood that Hunter's should be allowed to enter a wartime battlefield should they choose to.

However the General still had a point to get across.

"You may be right on that subject, however surely you understand the fact you are an unknown Aura enhanced human who mysteriously appeared at the right moment to save the daughter of one of the most important families in all of Remnant. Such a thing is suspicious in of itself. We can't just let you roam the kingdom without supervision." Ironwood pressed.

Shirou held his ground.

"That may be true. But I didn't save that girl because I knew who she was. In fact it was the exact opposite. I thought she was someone else." Shirou shot back.

"Who else could you have possibly mistaken my daughter Weiss for!? White hair isn't exactly common!" Jacque asked incredulous, completely forgetting the fact that Shirou's own hair was white.

"My sister, who is Albino! The last thing I remember before waking up in that alley was my sister blowing up the monster that would've killed us all! For all I knew she had survived the blast with me and was being dragged away by who knows what!" Shirou shouted with an enraged expression, one that cowed Jacque into silence.

Ironwood raised his hands in a placating manner.

"I'm sorry for your loss, however the point is that you did in fact save a child from a group of radical activists, in a rather gruesome way at that. We cannot just let you walk around free without supervision. Which is why I will give you a choice. Either become Winter's partner and become a huntsman. Or be locked in a cell until we're certain you pose no threat." Ironwood gave Shirou his ultimatum.

Winter's head snapped to give an appalled stare at the General.

"But sir!? That's unethical!" Winter exclaimed.

The General ignored her and fixed Shirou a hard stare.

"What's it gonna be. Join us in our fight against the creatures of the dark, and prevent what happened to your sisterfrom happening to anyone else? Or be imprisoned?" He asked a final time.

Shirou narrowed his eyes, the steel colored orbs had a certain edge to it. For an instant Ironwood felt like he was staring at something other than human, it was more like the feeling one gets when a blade was mere inches from their eye, ready to thrust forward and cut it out.

As quickly as the feeling appeared it was gone, with Shirou releasing a sigh of resignation.

"You want a hunting dog? Fine. I'll be your hunting dog. However, I only work with Winter, or Solo." Shirou relented, but with some conditions of his own.

"I understand, however you should know that Huntsman in training of the Four Academies work in teams of four. For their own safety." Ironwood informed.

Shirou understood completely.

"That's fine. But upon graduation I either work with Winter or Solo. I would prefer the later. The former would be better on occasion." Shirou said in a professional manner.

Ironwood rose a brow with curiosity.

"You say that like you've done some Mercenary work before?" He inquired.

The memories of working as a Mercenary he had inherited from Archer, his future self, came to his mind.

"You could say that." Shirou responded with a nod.

"That's useful then. Very well I agree to your terms. Glad to have you aboard Mr... oh I just realized we never got your name." Ironwood said, sheepish at the end.

"Emiya, Emiya Shirou." Shirou said.

"Mistralian eh? Well then... Welcome to the Atlas Huntsman Academy." Ironwood finished.

Shirou didn't respond with anything else but a single nod.

Winter felt a sense of relief, and a little flustered that a boy her age, a handsome one at that, was so adamant about working with only her.

The moment was unfortunately ruined by the clearing of a throat.

"I hate to break up... whatever this is. But may I remind you that I have conditions for allowing Shirou out of Schnee custody, which he was left in by the hospital, to the custody of Atlas Academy and for allowing him to stay with us?" Jacque said in a haughty tone.

"Oh, of course. I had nearly forgotten." Ironwood blinked before he began to explain, "The condition was for you to be Weiss' bodyguard at public Events."

Winter blinked at that, and turned to her father.

"That's it?" Winter asked.

"Of course! You think I would allow anyone else to be her bodyguards after the last group failed so spectacularly?! This boy showed more ability than any of those Civilian ran Security companies. The fact that you are to be his Partner is just a plus." Jacque huffed.

"Translation: He wants to use Shirou as a publicity stunt and make him out to be a hero he trusts his daughter to. And to make him the scapegoat for the White Fang." Winter and Ironwood thought at the same time.

Shirou also understood his intentions.

"Fine, I can do that." He agreed.

Jacque clapped his hands together with a laugh.

"Fantastic! Now then, Klein will show you to your room. A fresh pair of clothing have been prepared for you. Your old torn clothes have also been... disposed of. That odd red scarf should be in your room, according to the doctors you were clutching it in your hand for dear life. I figured it must be a memento or something important." Jacque informed.

Shirou let out a relieved sigh at knowing the Shroud of Martin, which had been a gift from Rin Tohsaka and Kirei Kotomine to prevent the arm of Archer from encroaching upon his existence.

Not that it really worked after Shirou took it off. It was still good to know he still had the last piece of his home world.

"I appreciate that. It was a gift." Shirou gave a somber smile, the only one Winter had seen on his face.

Jacque simply nodded, pleased at his own actions.

He was about to dismiss them when he remembered one last detail.

"One last thing. Seeing as a Scroll wasn't among your belongings, I took the liberty of getting you a new one." Jacque informed.

Shirou blinked at that, he had the feeling that the man wasn't talking about rolled up pieces of paper.

"What's a Scroll?" Shirou asked confused.

Shirou's words promptly made everyone to freeze.

They all turned look at him. He began to look a little sheepish at that.

Jacques sighed, thinking that the kid was a bumpkin with no knowledge of technology.

Ironwood seemed to realize the same thing and turned to Winter.

"Cadet Schnee. Teach him the basics of a Scroll. Then assign him some research material for basic technology. He can use the Scroll for that. Classes will resume next Monday, you have two days." Ironwood instructed, revealing to Shirou that it was Friday.

"Yes sir. We'll start as soon as possible." Winter said in affirmation.

Ironwood nodded.

"I'll schedule an appointment with Professor Polendina to get him some proper equipment. Bring him to his lab tomorrow around noon."

"Understood Sir." Winter responded.

"Good. You may leave now, I still have some business to discuss with your father." Ironwood turned to Jacque, who nodded.

Winter gave a salute before exusing both herself and Shirou out of the room.

Once the door to the study was fully closed she turned to Shirou.

"Well... I guess I should say welcome home Partner..." Winter sighed.

Shirou mistook that as her not wanting ti partner with him.

"Sorry for the inconvenience... I just wanted him to realize that I would only work with you or be solo. I can go completely Solo if you wish.." Shirou trailed off.

Winter shook her head.

"No it's not that. Just how sudden it all was. I look forward to working with you Shirou." Winter said with an exhausted smile.

"Same here." Shirou replied.

"Alright I don't know about you but, I am exhausted..." She turned to Klein, who had been waiting patiently, "Klein, could you take Shirou to his room. I'm going to bed."

Klein nodded.

"Of course Ms. Schnee. Would you like to eat before bed? Dinner hasn't been prepared yet, I was about to before Master Jacque asked me to wait for you both." The butler enquired.

Winter thought about it for a second. When she looked like she was about to refuse, Shirou intervened.

"She would." He then turned to her, "Going to bed hungry will have consequences on your body. You can't focus if you're hungry. You can't fight on an empty stomach. Hunger is the Enemy."

He said this with a narrowed look, as if daring her to refuse. She relented at his look with a sigh.

Shirou nodded with a pleased look on his face, before returning to the pleasantly surprised Butler.

"Now... where's your kitchen?" Shirou asked.

"P-pardon?" The butler asked.

"I may not look it but I know my way around a kitchen. I've been told I can prepare a meal fit for a King." Shirou claimed, with no small amount of Pride in his tone.

"B-but you are a guest! I cannot in good conscience allow you to trouble yourself with chores such as cooking!" Klein tried to sway him.

"Oh it's no trouble at all. I enjoy cooking. I find it therapeutic. And after the past few nights I've had, cooking is just the thing I need right now." Shirou said before taking the sputtering Butler and practically dragged the flustered man into the direction of the kitchen.

How he knew it was in that direction... Winter would never know.

---

That evening Winter found herself seated next to her sister, who was anxiously looking around. Likely searching for Shirou, was Winter's guess.

Nearby was their mother Willow, who was already pounding a bottle of wine, much to Winter's disgust.

Across from her was Jacque, who was too focused on his Scroll to notice any of them, a glass of Scotch nearby, Whitley was beside him acting like the perfect son he desperately wished to be.

Winter rolled her eyes and resumed waiting, she couldn't help but wonder what Shirou had cooked for them in the span of a couple hours.

Suddenly she felt her sister tug on her sleeve.

"Hm? Yes Weiss? What is it?" Winter had a feeling she knew though.

"Um... where is he? He's here right?" Weiss asked.

"You mean Shirou? Yes he is here. He should be here soon." Winter told her, just as the door to the dining room opened.

Speak of the Devil. Shirou and Klein wheeled in covered dishes of what Winter assumed to be their dinner.

Winter noticed that Klein looked like he had faced an overwhelming defeat. His shoulders were sagged and his face crestfallen.

That made Winter slightly worried, and insanely curious. Without knowing it she began to look forward to trying Shirou's cooking.

Jacque looked up and rose a brow at Shirou as he and Klein began to place their covered dishes in front of everyone present, with a nearby empty spot having one placed as well. That seat was for Shirou himself.

"What's this?" Jacque asked.

Shirou just smiled before he lifted the cover to Jacque's meal.

The revealed meal was a Battered and Fried fish, with some red cocktail sauce that smelled sweet to their collective noses, lightly spread over it. Next to it was a bowl of rice with crab ragoons on top. Some cocktail shrimp spread out in a circle around a small container of more cocktail sauce.

It wasn't all seafood based however, Klein placed down basket of freshly baked bread, which had been precut and been buttered and had garlic on it.

Winter couldn't believe her eyes... or her nose, it was such a delectable spread of food that she couldn't help the surge of saliva that surged in her mouth.

"My my Klein you have outdone yourself!" Jacque said with surprising joy.

"Um.. Actually sir... It was Shirou would cooked all of this... I merely... told him the menu." Klein sagged in even deeper defeat.

Jacque looked deeply surprised at the notion, along with everyone else in the room, barr Winter.

Shirou nodded, which made Jacque erupt into a laugh.

"Well well! Looks like taking you in wasn't such a bad suggestion after all. Well done Weiss." Jacque chortled.

Winter sighed silently as Weiss preened at the praise.

That was how Jacque kept his hooks in her, despite everything he's done. Fake compliments to make her want more to keep her under his thumb so she didn'thave thoughts of becoming a huntsman. What he didn't know however was that Winter had been teaching Weiss in secret, building her self-confidence through assurance of her own strength and potential.

Weiss had already expressed a desire to become a huntress and get out from under Jacque's thumb a little over a year ago.

No one seemed to notice her slight irritation, although Shirou did shoot her a glance, while he was unveiling the dishes of everyone else, except herself, Weiss and their mother. She responded with a glance of her own, one that clearly said 'we'll talk about this later.'

Shirou got the signal and gave an almost imperceptible nod, just as he unveiled her meal.

Winter looked at the seafood spread appreciatively, it looked even better up close. It didn't help that she loved seafood.

A hushed tone came from her side, which prompted her to look to where Weiss sat, to see her little sister whisper something to Shirou, a slight pink to her cheeks.

"How cute."

Her little sister's first crush.

She blinked, suddenly realizing that Shirou had changed from the hospital provided clothing into something more fanciful. Black slack trousers, with a matching pair of shoes. He had a red longe sleeved button down shirt that was covered by a black vest. The collar and top two buttons of said shirt were unbuttoned to reveal his collarbone.

She had to admit, red and black were his colors, ones he pulled off nicely. The outfit paired nicely with his tanned skin and pale hair, which was still in its typical spiked mess, but for some reason it suited him more than any other hairstyle could have.

Although she did wonder how he would look with it slicked back.

She shook herself from examining Shirou's appearance when she noticed Shirou give Weiss a content smile, one that made her cheeks flush a bit. It was even worse for poor Weiss, who turned a scarlet shade.

Winter suppressed a chuckle at her sister's expense. Meanwhile while Shirou had moved on to their mother who was still chugging her bottle of wine.

"Ma'am..." Shirou gently whispered to Willow, while placing a hand on both the small of her back and the upturned bottle.

"Hn? Wha? Wut ish it?" Slurred the woman, who looked up to see Shirou smiling kindly at her.

"I think you've had enough for now. It might spoil your meal. And I think you're making you children a little bit uncomfortable." He whispered in a soft tone.

Unbelievably, Willow nodded slowly, her pale blue eyes never leaving his steel ones, as if sensing a kindred spirit in them. Shirou carefully confiscated the bottle and placed it on the cart he had used to carry their meals on.

Winter and Weiss was in shock over how he had actually made her mother stop drinking. Klein looked like he might cry at any moment. Even Whitley seemed happy at the change. Of course Jacque didn't really care, he'd returned his focus to his Scroll while he waited for the rest of the meals to be unveiled.

Shirou then lifted the cover of Willow's meal and promptly placed it onto the cart which Klein then wheeled away.

"I hope you all enjoy." Shirou said with a smile.

To Winter's eyes he seemed more relaxed, recharged even.

Jacque let out a dismissive grunt, before he took a bite of the fried fish and froze before snapping out of it a second later.

Everyone watched on as Jacque began to dig in with fervor, his business on the Scroll beside him completely forgotten.

That prompted everyone else to try the food for themselves, while Shirou himself just waited.

A chorus of sounds erupted from the family as soon as they tasted his cooking and Shirou began to thank the fact he'd inherited Archer's memories of the various places and dishes he'd been to and learned.

He smiled as he watched then dig into the meals he prepared...

(*Bvvvzzt!*)

Static flickered over his vision, and the white dining room was replaced with his home back in Fuyuki. Rin, Illya, Saber, Sakura, and Fuji-nee all sat around the kotatsu eating and chatting happily.

Shirou flinched at the sight, and bit his lip. Not hard enough to draw blood, but still enough to clear the memory from his sights.

The world returned to that of the white dining hall, with the residents eating in the similar but calmer manner as his loved ones.

Winter seemed to notice he hadn't started to eat yet and glanced at him. She looked concerned about whatever expression he had been making in that moment.

He shook his head and gave her a smile. This placated her for the time being and made her return to her meal.

Shirou sat down, his seat was on the other side of Winter herself and he began to eat. The memories of the home he'll never see again replaying in his mind.

---

After helping Klein with the dishes, Shirou returned to his new room for the evening.

The room itself was a little too fancy for Shirou's taste. At least it wasn't pure white. It was more of a midnight color, with a dark red carpet, on which sat a king-sized bed, completely different than the futons of his homeland.

But despite Shirou's personal preferences he was grateful they had let him stay there at all. They certainly didn't have to.

His eyes scanned his new room, before eventually stopping on something that shouldn't be there.

Caliburn. It should have dispersed itself by now. A projected object couldn't maintain its form for as long as it had, especially without Shirou around for long periods of time.

It had been almost 5 hours since Shirou had Traced the Golden Sword of the Victorious, 4 of which he had been away from the Sword. This was Shirou's biggest sign that something was different with his Magecraft, and he would need to study his Projections to find out more about the occurring Phenomena.

"Now then... let's get to work." He said as he sat with his legs crossed, his back rested against the bed frame.

"Trace on." Shirou muttered, the image of a gun chambering a round came to mind. His prana flowed through his circuits, as he searched his internal armory for several weapons.

Upon finalizing his selection he brought them to life in a flash of Steel energy, another thing he'd noticed about his Magecraft. His prana had gained a color.

He watched as the Steel colored Prana took the general shape of a certain pair of blades, before the color flashed to black and yellowish white and solidified into the married blades Kanshou and Bakuya, Archer's favored blades.

The Originals never had a wielder of their own, technically. There was a Nameless assassin who had been sent by the Emperor, for whom the blades were forged, to kill the Blacksmith Gan-Jiang and his son. In truth that Assassin was Archer, who had become a Counter Guardian by then and had been sent to the past to kill the son.

That was how they'd come into Archer's "possession". In a way, the Existence known as Shirou Emiya was the only person to ever wield the Married Blades, however short it had been.

Shirou's eyes took in every detail of the beautiful blades, they truely were the peak of Human Craftsmanship, they were Divine level in quality. Ordinarily they would only be a D-Rank Noble Phantasm due to the class downgrades of his copying making them as D-Rank. But the blades he held had no such restrictions, just like with Caliburn.

For all intents and purposes the blade in his grasp were as high quality and rank as the originals, at least a High C to a Low B in rank! And the Prana cost was the same!

This would be an incredible boon to Shirou.

He set the black and white swords to the side, he would let them sit over night to see how long they would last.

Next he decided to Trace something that wasn't a weapon, instead he Traced Archer's black body armor.

Shirou couldn't believe how easy it was. Normally things that are further from the concept of Sword, it would a lot harder to successfully recreate, but he did it almost as easy as creating Kanshou and Bakuya.

This was another sign that something had changed in his Magecraft. He needed to do something drastic now. Hopefully it wouldn't blow up in his face.

Eyes closed, he inhaled and released, an image came to mind.

The image was something familiar to him, he'd taken it apart and put it back together many times in his spare time growing up. A Yamaha V-MAX. It had once belonged to his father, although now that he could see it's full history, he saw that it was actually Saber's motorcycle from the Fouth Grail war.

Another memento from her, he supposed.

He quickly dismissed the motorcycle before it fully came into existence, it wouldn't do to get tire tracks on the carpet after all.

Shirou sighed as he leaned back againt the bedframe.

The fact the possibility of him Tracing a full sized motorcycle existing could only mean one thing...

"Denial of Nothingness..." He muttered, recalling when Rin had explained the True Magics to him.

He had reached the Root, and somehow survived.

"It must have been when Illya used the artifacts of the Heaven's feel and Kaleidoscope Magics to blow up the Grail..." Shirou speculated.

"Then how did I get here?" he wondered.

(*Knock knock knock*)

Shirou jolted upright at the sound of knocking, he then hid Kanshou and Bakuya under the bed, and dismissed the Armor.

"Come in?" Shirou called.

The door opened and Winter stepped in, she was in a white nightgown, which left little to the Imagination, and her white hair, which was normally in a bun was let down, showing how long it really was.

Shirou struggled to ignore her appearance.

"Winter? What's wrong?" He asked, while getting to his feet.

"Nothing's wrong. I just came to check up on you, and perhaps get you stared on using your Scroll." Winter gestured to the white device on the nightstand, which pinned down the red cloth of Martin's Shroud.

"Oh! Yeah sure, we can do that but um..." he trailed off as he tried to look anywhere but at her.

"Yes? What is it?" Winter asked concerned.

"Should I... turn the heat up?" Shirou asked avoiding eye contact, while down pointing at her.

She blinked, looked down, and immediately saw what he was pointing at. Her face turned immensely red as she covered her chest with her arms. She then proceeded to shoot him a fierce glare that dared him to look, the glare was ruined by her red cheeks however.

Shirou obviously didn't. He knew better after living with Rin for several weeks. Instead he pulled off the thinner of the many blankets on his new bed and handed it to her.

She wrapped it around her body to cover herself.

"Thanks..." she said, her hands held the blanket closed.

"No problem." Shirou replied, a hand scratched the back if his head, in embarrassment.

After that an awkward silence reigned for a few minutes before it was promptly broken by Winter.

"So... we should get started on teaching you about your Scroll." she said, picking up the device from the nightstand.

"Uh... yeah..." Shirou replied, still feeling awkward about what had happened.

She nodded as well, and walked to the bed, where she sat down and patted the mattress next to her.

Shirou did as told and sat down on the mattress, far enough to give them both some space.

"Alright first things first... Let's start with turning it on, and then sync it with your Aura." She began, before pointing at a yellow button on the bottom of the device.

"This is the power button, it also acts as a thumb scanner. The Scroll sycs with the person that activates it, so go ahead and and push and hold the button." She explained while passing the Scroll to him.

He took it and held it in his hand for a bit, examining the object, before he did as instructed and held the button down.

The object came to life by splitting in half. The half that came from the button's half floated around Shirou and scanned him with a blue light. Once it had finished scanning him it returned to one piece, before splitting again but this time formed a blue holographic screen.

The screen had the dark blue figure of his general shape, but there was a steel colored orb in the middle of his being, and what looked like a nervous system of the same steel color, branched throughout the figure.

In the top corner read a series of statuses.

[AURA: 98%_. ]

[HEAT: 96.3_ ]

[COND: Normal.]

"Cond?" He voiced a bit of confusion over that last Status.

"Condition. It's basically the shape your body is in. Like... if you have any broken bones or internal bleeding. That way if you go to a hospital again they can tell right away what's wrong with you." Winter explains.

"Oh that's actually smart. That way the doctors don't have to waste time in finding out what's wrong with the patient." Shirou muttered to no one in particular.

Winter nodded.

"Alright what's next?" Shirou asked.

"See the little X in the top right corner of the screen? Next to the Arrow pointing down." Winter asked him.

He looked to where she told him to, and saw what she was talking about.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Push it with your finger." she told him.

He did so and the blue image of himself disappeared and he was taken to what reminded him of his father's old computer, the homescreen.

"Next?" Shirou asked.

She smiled at him and began to explain everything that remained to be known about the Scroll. This lasted well into the night and eventually Winter ended up falling asleep on his bed.

Shirou looked at her sleeping figure, she had slumped over to the side still wrapping the blanket around herself.

He decided it was best he sleep on the floor for the time being and tucked her into his covers, making sure to snag one for himself, along with a pillow.

After picking a spot on the carpet to sleep on, Shirou quietly changed put of the clothes he had been given, into the sweat pants from the hospital. He decided not to put on the shirt, it wasn't the best thing for sleeping after all.

Soon as he was finished changing he grabbed Caliburn from where it lay, next to Winter on the bed, and brought it to where he would sleep for the evening.

He sat and simply held the beautiful sword for what seemed like hours, but was only mere moments. The memories of his battle with Rider against Saber played throughout his mind, how he'd killed her with the Azoth dagger Rin had given him... how she called his name just before he plunged the dagger into her chest.

"Saber... I-... I'm sorry..." He muttered as he clutched the sword to his chest, a few tears escaped his clenched eyes.

He opened them when he felt the blade pulse for a moment, but he saw nothing out of the ordinary with the weapon.

With a shake of his head he leaned Caliburn against the foot of the bed frame, where he sat on the floor. He layed down on the blanket and tried to sleep.

It would be a fitful night for Shirou.

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[A/N: Alright hold on. Before you all go ape shit about the whole "True Magician-Type/Sword Shirou" thing I got going on. Allow me to explain just how reaching the Root works and why Shirou became a Type.

So basically Reaching the Root will always be an accident. Type/Moon lore also states that any "entrances" to the root can never be used again, ever. Zelretch is technically the only exception to this rule because of the Kaleidoscope being about the operation of parallel worlds. Those "Entrances" to the Root were always accidental because they were never intended, reaching the root was a byproduct of another action, a side effect basically.

Illya using the combined forces of Heaven's Feel and the Kaleidoscope was intended to kill Angra Mainyu in not only this world but every other one as well, but only at the exact moment of when Illya used the attack. Meaning this was part of how Angra Mainyu died in the official Heaven's Feel route (not really but for the sake of the story and contexts sake, it will be). Shirou reached the Root as a result of the two True Magics, one of which being pretty much a direct line to the Root, being used. The resulting explosion ripped him from Reality itself by generating enough raw power to cause a collapse in the fabric of space-time.

Essentially she created a literal Black Hole, which as I said in the beginning, the Root is a Black Hole. Or rather it is the Inside of the Black Hole. The World known as Earth/Gaia/the Universe is the space outside of that void known as the Root, while the inside of the void is known as the Outside of The World aka the Root.

The Reverse side is also where most of the Gods, Goddesses and Phantasmal Beast (monsters of mythology) reside after Gaia/The World/Alaya rejected the Existence of gods and goddesses on earth. This is also part of the reason why Deities have to possess a human host in order to be summoned during Grand Order, because Gaia still rejects them.

The black hole created by Illya, along with Archer's Arm (a counter guardian in service to Alaya and the beings responsible for preventing the Root from being accessed.) made Shirou get sucked into the Reverse Side and as a result of him surviving being absorbed by the Black hole he gained the True Magic Denial of Nothingness, which is the Magic closest to his own Magecraft of Tracing. Archer's arm acted as an access pass for the root because his existence as Shirou Emiya with Archer's Arm made the Root think the Shirou was Archer. That was why he had time to gain the True Magic before the root realized what had happened.

Now that how Shirou got True Magic is out of the way allow me to explain how Shirou became Type/Sword.

To do that I have to explain what a "Type" essentially is... basically a Type is the Stongest being in/on it's own World. It essentially an Alien existence that has surpassed every other being on it's home world. To explain how Shirou became a Type you would have to put the same logic that makes a Type a "Type".

Shirou gaining Denial of Nothingness isn't a new concept, I have read more than a few, but none of those Shirou's have ever used Denial of Nothingness and Unlimited Blade Works inside of the Root. What my Shirou did was essentially Deny the Void... from within the Void itself! Remind you of something? The Big Bang for instance?

That's right. Shirou used True magic and his reality marble to essentially turn his inner world into a universe of his own, for as long as UBW was active. And as the one who created that universe, he was the stongest person living, thus making Shirou the Type of a World of Swords. But don't worry, Shirou's Type status only applies when Unlimited Blade Works is activated, so there's that.

Also the "Sword" Shirou created to cut space to Remnant, the Sword of Denial? That essentially applies the concept of a White Hole, which is the exact opposite of a Black Hole.

In layman's terms a black hole "absorbs" matter and energy, while a white hole expunges matter and energy. Theories say that the two are connected in some way, acting as a "tunnel" or a "gate" to a distant part of the Universe or even distant Realities.

Shirou basically created a White Hole that sent him to Remnant. But before y'all get uppity about that let me say... you can't have a White hole without a Black hole. Thus Shirou cannot make that sword again without him being inside a black hole again. And because a White hole only moved things "out" of the black hole he can't just create another white hole and step into it and end up back in the Root. That's not how it would work, it's a one way trip... So yeah he is on Remnant... permanently.