"Hey…Wake up!"

A bronze skin boy lies unconscious, bleeding profusely from his head, with a red-haired boy clinging on to his clothes and shaking him, desperately trying him to wake up.

"Wake up…cough…please!"

They're both surrounded by ruin and flames. The smoke that erupted from the fire filled the air and darkened the sky. The boy nearly chokes from the ash that fills his lungs, yet he persists.

He had to save at least one person from this hell.

"Cough…cough. Hey. WAKE UP!"

"What…?" The bronze skin boy groggily wakes. He wakes to the hell around him. he looks around in a daze trying to remember what happened. His head hurt. He couldn't remember anything.

"Hey!" The red-haired boy yelled. "Snap out of it. Get up. We got to get out of here!"

The red-haired boy offers his hand while the dazed bronze-skin boy looks up at him. He had no idea who he was, but he looked very familiar, and he felt that he could trust him, so takes his hand and let him drag him out of there.

As they walk through the hell on earth, some of the memories of the bronze skin boy are returning to him. His name was Jerald. The last thing he remembers was driving home from work and then-.

A severe headache interrupted his thought, causing him to collapse. The last thing he hears is the red-haired kid panicking before losing consciousness.

Jerald woke up again, absentmindedly staring at the white ceiling. His body felt numb, and his throat felt sore.

"w-where?" He asks in a weak voice as his weary eyes look around. He's lying on a hospital bed in a spacious room with white walls and ceilings. Next to him was another person lying unconscious on another bed. When he recognized the red-haired kid he saw in the fire before collapsing, he was relieved to know that he had made it out of that hell alive.

But that relief quickly turned into shock when he looked at himself properly.

"What the hell?" Jerald whispered to himself as he looked at his own body, yet it wasn't his own. He had the appearance of a nine-year-old kid with bronze skin and short black hair. Jerald barely had time even to question how this was possible as he felt an agonizing headache as a bunch of memories flooded his mind causing him to pass out again.

Jerald slowly woke up after a while. His mind was filled with the memories of his body's previous owner. His name was Damian Dracon, born nine years before the fourth holy grail war and the only son of a magus family hidden in Fuyuki. Damian had an affinity with the Five Great Elements and was born with Mystic Eyes of Insight, which gave him incredible perception clarity. His eyes enable him to understand and imitate most spell and combat techniques they see, see movement too fast for the naked eye and predict their opponent's next move based on their body language. His parents were enthralled by his potential and did everything to nurture his growth. By the age of nine, he had the skills of a full-fledged magus.

At the end of the fourth war, Damian's family died in the fire that destroyed a large part of Shinto. Damian instead died when rubble fell on top of his head. Jerald took over his body at that moment and later gained his memories.

"No way…" Jerald said as he was starting to understand his situation.

'I reincarnated into the Nasuverse! No wonder that kid looked so familiar. That was Shirou!'

Then Shirou woke up, grunting as the room's bright light blinded him. He looked around as if trying to understand where he was.

"Umm… Hello?" Jerald awkwardly said as he stared directly at me for a few seconds.

"Hello," Shirou says back, still staring. "Did he save you from the fire too?"

"He?" It took Jerald a few seconds to know who he was talking about. "I mean, yeah, he did."

'At least I think he did. If we both pass out in the same place, Kiritsugu must have saved us both. This means that Shirou was saved Avalon, and I survived thanks to my magic crest. Jerald inwardly said.

"Good," Shirou says as he closes his eyes and lets out a deep sigh. "I'm not the only one saved."

A doctor and two nurses walk into the room. The doctor asked some administrative questions, such as their names and recollections from the fire, while the nurses monitored their vitals. Jerald decides to go by Damian when the doctor asks for his name.

"You two were found at ground zero of the fire." The doctor said. "For now, we believe that the two of you are the only survivors. However, it is rather miraculous that the two of you are relatively unscathed, especially since you were both in the middle of that disaster. The good news is that you're both fine, and you're able to be discharged soon."

"The man who saved you two would like to talk to you. Is that okay?"

Shirou and Jerald glance at each other before nodding.

A man wearing a black suit and trench coat walked in. He had tired eyes and a warm smile.

"Hey kids, my name is Emiya Kiritsugu." He introduces himself. "I'll be direct. Would you like to go to the orphanage or be adopted by me? A complete stranger.

Neither of them needed to even think about it. For Shirou, it made no difference since he didn't know about either of them. As for Jerald, the difference was heaven and earth. Who in their right mind would want to be surrounded by noisy brats instead of being adopted by the mage killer himself? So, they decided to go with him.

"Good. Let's get ready then. You should get used to your new place as soon as possible.". He said with a soft smile as he started packing our stuff. "Oh right, there's one thing I almost forgot to tell you two. I'm a magus."

"Wow! You're awesome." Shirou looked at him in awe, instantly believing his words in a way that only a child can.

Damian smirked. 'I guess this is my life now".