God Slaying Blade Works: The King of Wrought Iron

Prologue Final Part: Broken and Reforged, Shattered and Reborn

In a surprisingly empty and blank space, where whiteness seems to extend from nearly every space, a certain red-haired teen begins to stir, but to say he's in for a rough ride would probably not do him any justice for the ordeals he will have yet to face.

Scene Change Shirou P.O.V.

I began to wake with a rather turbulently forced case of whiplash, my whole body was throbbing, but oddly, I couldn't seem to feel- *thump*

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"Well, shit. This suddenly feels like I'm the victim of some bad joke." I mutter under my breath, silently cursing the sudden lack of my now missing left arm, which is apparently no longer there. If I wasn't so used to pain from cannibalizing my own nerves just to make temporary circuits before I properly unlocked my natural ones, I would most likely be screaming in pain right now, before dying from the shock. 'Now to try and figure out what happened, where I am, and where-' "Shirou." My thoughts were cut off as I tried to get up when a sudden presence caused me to suddenly be on edge. I KNEW this presence, there was no way I would ever mistake it. My mystical senses would recognize that sickly sweet snake-scaled 'scent' anywhere. I jumped to my feet, holding the Azoth Dagger I was given from Rin, in a ready stance as I turned around with my remaining arm, only to come face to face with something I did not expect to see, ever.

"RIDER!" I shouted out, tensing myself to fight at a moment's notice, before the servant of the mount did something I thought would be the last thing I would see her do. "I wish to form a contract with you," She stated as she kneeled before me. So unexpected was her actions, that even the very gears in my [Unlimited Blade Works] vast sky screeched to a halt from the very idea of such a thing ever happening.

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"Ummm, do you mind repeating that, I think the blood loss and pain affected my hearing because there is no way I just heard that right. Did you just ask me to form a [master-servant pact] with you?" I asked her after a few seconds while sweat-dropping from the thought I did mishear from my condition. "Allow me to explain. I wish to form a [contract] with you in order to save Sakura, my former Master, who was my true master but gave up her right as a master by transferring her command of me to her brother. I want to form a [master-servant pact] with you in order to save her."

I actually had to do a double-take on that. "So let me see if I understand this right: Sakura was your true master who summoned you," she nodded, "But gave up her right to be a master by transferring her command over you to that bastard Shinji," she nodded, but with a ghost of a smile that had begun tugging at her lips at the mention of Shinji being a bastard, "and you want to form a new contract with me to save her?" I asked. "That's Correct." The servant of the mount replied.

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"Why?" was all I could ask, I just had this feeling that she was being honest, but I wanted to know why she wanted to save her. Sakura was not her master anymore, she had no reason to save her, so why-

"It's because she's the same as I was a very long time ago, she is so similar to myself, it's almost like looking into a mirror with how much her life seems to reflect my own. She has suffered so much for so long all alone, That I feel the instinctive need to try to save her. I know the hell she's been through all too well; it led to my death, that's why I wish to save her." Rider's response actually surprised me right out of my thoughts. I knew servants reflected their summoners, like two people cut from the same cloth, but this was a surprise I didn't even think could happen. She saw herself within Sakura and wanted to save her from such a cruelly tragic death. And she was even willing to go so far as to form a contract with me just to do it, essentially enslaving herself to me. The sheer amount of trust she was giving me was rather clear. I didn't even need to think of my response.

"Deal. Let's save her and the others." She nodded in relief as a familiar pricking sensation started from the back of my hand to the bottom of my shoulder, causing the [command seals] to mark me as a master formed in the appearance of a series of tribal swords along my remaining arm. Idly wondering why there were so many, I pushed the thoughts aside for later and turned to Rider. "Where are we, Rider? Do you know where everyone else is?"

"We are within the grail. Angra Mainyu had attempted to use the power he stole from the grail over the years to manifest, but did not have the power to do so in this world, Alaya would never allow him to, so he sent you all to a world where he could, but you were caught in the very edge of the dimensional tear, causing your left arm to be ripped off and left behind." The servant of the mount responded, gesturing to the stump where my left arm used to be. "Gilgamesh was also dragged along, and he was NOT pleased in the slightest." She smirked slightly in response as she said those words. Apparently, she was of the same opinion as me in regard to that golden bastard. "But Angra Mainyu and Gilgamesh have both already begun to battle it out in the world they went to, dragging Rin, Sakura, and Illya along. I fear for their safety should we not leave soon." Rider quickly finished with a serious tone of voice. "I see… Well, let's get going Rider. We need to hurry."

"Wait, there is someone who you must speak with first before we go." The servant of the mount stated. I was slightly confused by this who could possibly- "Shirou." I knew that voice. No way in HELL I would not recognize that cynical bastard's sarcastic mouth.

"Archer. What in [Root]'s name do you want? If this isn't important, then I have to go and save the girls." I turned while frowning at him in clear irritation. I HATED this guy, there was just no way he and I could ever NOT be annoyed just being in each other's presence. I just cannot stand him, even though I for the life of me could not figure out the [Root] be damned reason for my instinctive hate. "Trust me, I hate you just as much, you and I will never see eye to eye in how to handle anything, but you must realize that the time to argue is not now. The door between dimensions is closing, while you are wasting time, just standing there." The red-clad servant of the bow stated, staring off in the distance, where the portal out of here to everyone is, and most definitely closing. I really could barely see it, but he noticed it no problem, but then again, he was an [Archer]. Typical archers aren't just called the best servants in terms of perceptive ability for nothing. I only begrudgingly acknowledge this, But I will never admit it. The chances of that happening are about as much as me committing mass murder and slaughtering a town full of innocents: Not a [Root] be damned chance in HELL. Never gonna happen.

"Then why are we still standing here?! I need to go now!" I was starting to get very impatient. There everyone was, in who knows how much danger, and here I am, wasting time by standing around talking. "I don't think you are in any position to save anyone right now." He says in absolute monotone, glaring pointedly at my missing left arm. That just pisses me off more than usual. "It doesn't matter, I need to go, NOW," I growl at Archer, but he simply looks at me with obvious contemplation in his eyes. "What is it that you wish to do?" He asked me.

"To be a hero." I didn't need to think or even hesitate in my response. "What are you prepared to sacrifice to sacrifice to achieve that?" He asked me again. "Nothing, I will save everyone, without sacrificing anybody. This is the only choice. There is no other path for me." Again, I didn't even need to think or hesitate.

"Then you are a foolishly naive idiot, but let's see how far your idealism will take you. It will certainly be fun to watch you flounder about" Archer snarled in an angry growl. He then summoned [Kanshou], the black sword. I put the Azoth dagger in my right hand in a ready stance, but he wasn't planning to fight. Archer then put the sword to his own left arm, and severed the limb, grabbing it from his shoulder in his right hand, then walked up to me, taking me completely by surprise. He placed it on my stump, where Avalon began to reattach Archer's arm to my stump, much to my surprise, "And let's hope you don't repeat my mistakes," he said as he held his severed limb as he attached it to me.

PainSufferingPainAgonyPainPainPainHURTS

I suddenly fell to my knees, my body suddenly wracked by an intense amount of pain. The pain wasn't from the arm being attached, but rather from the foreign prana, magic circuits, and memories suddenly rushing through my body. It was as if primordial fire had been suddenly pumped through my veins in a sudden, massive burst, and with the pain, came the memories.

"I am the bone of my sword"

I saw the image of a man, standing on a hill of swords alone, His strong back facing away, seemingly capable of bearing the weight of the world. A man who was striving for an impossible dream, and chasing it for all He was worth. A man who wished to save everyone, yet never sacrificed anything to achieve his dream.

"Steel is my body, and Fire is my blood"

A saint who went from battlefield to battlefield, traveling from one war to the next, seeking to save everyone and end all conflicts. Yet He was alone in his pursuit, abandoned by His own comrades.

"I have created over a thousand blades."

Eventually, His only companions were His very weapons, His only friends in His crusade. Never understood by anyone, His ideals caused those He saved to call him a heretic. And turn their weapons against Him. Betrayed by His own former comrades he saved.

"Unknown to death, Nor known to life"

The weight of His ideals became too great for him to take until eventually, His own weapons betrayed him. Impaling Him from within.

"I have withstood untold pains to create many weapons, Yet those hands hold nothing"

Finally, His heart shattered like the glass it had been turned to. His own ideals became His very undoing. In seeking to walk the path of a saint, He was executed as a heretic.

"So, as I pray..."

His soul had rusted, His body, broken, and finally, His mind simply wished for an end to His pain. But it was not to be...

"[Unlimited Blade Works]"

...for His hell had only just begun. His body was made of swords. And His name was...

I suddenly began coughing blood as the memories slowly faded from my vision, gasping and wheezing for breath. "Y-you… you are..." I started to say, but when I looked where he stood, the crimson servant had already vanished. There was no trace of him left, not even a blood smear in whatever direction he went.

"He is already gone, Master. We must hurry, the doorway won't remain open for much longer." Rider spoke, dragging my attention to her. I start getting to my feet, as Rider suddenly pulled her chain-nails out, and stabbed herself in the neck, spilling her blood, to summon her noble phantasm, [Bellerophane], the phantasmal beast summoned from her blood. And quickly mounted it, her weapon turning into a bridle that she could use as reins to steer. "I will take us there with my speed, but before we go, there is one more who wishes to speak with you."

When she said this I started to feel even more frustrated. We were already short on time, so who-

"Shirou."

My mind screeched to a halt when I heard that voice. There was no way I would EVER mistake HER voice. "Saber," I turned, and greeted my first servant. She smiled at me in a very warm, and loving manner, and embraced me in a hug, which I fully returned. She pulled away and looked me right in the eyes. "The battle you are about to enter will be a very dangerous one, but I know you will go regardless of what danger may await you. That's just who you are." She smiled at me. She just knew me too well. Even without knowing the situation beforehand, I would still go, and she knew it. "Before you go, I have something I want to give you." She said, then lifted something I never thought I would ever be given the privilege to even consider touching, much less wielding. My eyebrows practically shot to my hairline in shock.

"Saber, no, I can't, [Excalibur] is YOUR sword, it can have no other owner, and I am not even worthy." I tried to refuse it, but she would not take no for an answer. "Shirou, I WANT you to have it, if anything, I feel you are more worthy than I ever was to wield it, but whatever you decide, know I will be waiting for you, always. And it would be of more use to you than it will be just sitting around with me, collecting dust." Saber said, making me unable to refuse her wishes. I reached out to [Excalibur], only for it to suddenly lift up and slip inside my body, taking its rightful place, sheathed within [Avalon], giving me a slightly stronger, sturdier feeling, as if something suddenly felt like two incomplete halves merged into their proper whole.

I quickly hugged Saber, giving her a moment full of my feelings for her. "Thank you… Arturia. I will treasure this gift." I said, her face beaming with affection from using her true name. "I know you will Shirou. I love you, and I promise to wait for you, always. For however long it takes. Now go save the others... my Hero." Arturia gave me a smile filled with all the love she held for me and let me go from one last love-filled embrace. I walked up to Rider and got onto her mount, taking off towards the portal in the distance without looking back, just as Arturia disappeared in a golden mist of prana.

And then I remembered something very important I had forgotten. One small detail.

I am really not a very good [Rider]. I mean, I could barely ride the motorcycle that I was given as a gift from Old Man Raiga for my 16th birthday, much less a horse, never mind a Root be damned Pegasus traveling at several times the speed of sound. It was all I could do just to keep my spot behind Rider. I only barely rode the damn thing, if only just because of situations where I needed to go somewhere I could not walk on foot. The bike may or may not have been my old man's motorcycle, but it was the same model. I kept it for no other reason than its sentimentality if not its actual occasional use.

I held onto the servant of the mount as tightly as I could without trying to grab anything inappropriate, but the sheer speed of her mount made it next to impossible for me to do it, literally forcing me to grab hold of her chest in my awkward attempt to hold onto something. "EEEeepp!" came the rather feminine shriek of said, Servant. I tried to find something else to grab hold of, but couldn't without nearly falling off. "SORRY!" I shouted almost immediately in response. "I didn't mean to, I just lost my balance, and nearly fell off, I would try to grab something else, but if I did, I'd fall, so please, just bear with it until we get through the doorway." I all but screamed in my rushed embarrassment.

I tried to sorry say to her with a bright red blush burning its way up my face. But my attempts to try and apologize were cut off by her moaning in a VERY suggestive manner. "Please, not there-ooh- I-I'm v-very s-sensiti-OOOHH!" she suddenly began to moan aloud in an extremely erotic manner. Oh, Root DAMN my E-rank luck, just why the hell do I have to be in such a predicament, it's just plain torture for me. The doorway suddenly began to close more quickly. Rider started accelerating faster towards the doorway in response, my prana suddenly starting to feel the dip in my already low reserves, but the doorway didn't seem to be getting any closer. We then began going even faster, but we still weren't going to make it. In my determination, I settled on the one course of action I knew would ensure our success, but was most likely to guarantee my death...The girls are gonna kill me for this one.

"I am the bone of my Sword"

I began to chant Archer's aria, knowing full well what I was doing. But I also knew I had no other choice.

"Steel is my body, and Fire is my blood"

We started to speed up even further, racing towards the doorway out, but it still was not even close. My magic circuits practically SCREAMING at me in pain, the burn they felt was very uncomfortable. But I still continued anyway.

"I have created over a thousand blades"

The burn on my circuits seems to become more manageable now, but it's still not enough, the portal will close before we reach it. Steeling myself for what I know will happen, I do the only thing I can do. The girls will definitely be PISSED at me if they ever find out about this.

"Unknown to death, nor known to life"

My words seem to increase us even more towards our seemingly unreachable goal, but I still continue. I practically drank the poison, might as well lick the bowl clean.

"I have withstood untold pain to create many weapons, Yet those hands hold nothing"

Almost there, just a little more, just a little further, but I knew we were still cutting it far too close for comfort. So I continue chanting.

"So, as I Pray..."

Suddenly, we burst out of the doorway, and into the air above a town, and it was burning. I knew this scene all too well. It was the exact same thing I saw ten years ago, the very same hell 'from where I was born.' I see a central square with the girls tied to a rather crude set of crosses, crucified in place, where a seemingly untouched area of town seems to be the sole exception for the hellish flames scorching everything in sight. I mentally order Rider to go there and save them, but a sudden burst of high-speed movement catches my attention. I turn to see none other than Gilgamesh and Angra Mainyu, both fully manifested into the world, battling it out, both with a very pissed-off look on their faces, apparently, Gilgamesh didn't like being dragged into whatever the Persian God of Darkness seemed to pull, and Angra Mainyu seemed even more pissed that Gilgamesh apparently was being Gilgamesh. He was spewing such a litany of curses so impressive, I was surprised the [Holy Grail] didn't appear right then and there from the sheer amount of swearing the Avenger was pouring with wild abandon...huh. I cannot believe that there is actually something [All the World's Evils] and I would ever have in common: an absolute hatred for the golden bastard. Who woulda thought?

I jumped from the back of [Bellerophane], mentally telling the servant of the mount to save the girls, while I deal with the two biggest pains in my ass I have ever had the displeasure of dealing with. I landed right in the middle of their brawl, just mere feet away from them both, startling them both. I could feel my mind starting to slip, but oddly, my body wasn't feeling anything...guess cannibalizing my own nerves so damn long numbed me to the pain of having my body literally ripped apart from the inside by countless swords. Huh, who woulda thought?

"What the fu-" "YOU DARE get in MY way once AGAIN, you FILTH-"

"[Unlimited...]"

They both immediately have their eyes widen in shock as big as saucers in dark realization as they suddenly understand just what the hell was about to happen. They moved to stop me...

"[…Blade Works]"

...but were too focused on each other and their rage to notice I had them right where I wanted them both, reality itself warped to match my Inner World, and my [Reality Marble] manifested just before either of their swords could even scratch me. I already knew what I was doing, and I frankly did not think this would have any other outcome that could possibly occur.

"YOU LITTLE- do you honestly BELIEVE I would allow you to" "Even now you try to get in my-"

"I don't think YOU are in ANY position to criticize ME right NOW." I cut them both off before they could even attempt to finish their thoughts, my voice starting to sound like a metallic scrape on the scrape-like blades sharpening each other. I don't have much time, but I will at least explain to them what they have yet to figure out. The encroachment of what I had done is tearing me apart: body, mind, and soul.

They suddenly do a double take, their jaws dropping, mouths gaping like a pair of fish, and their eyes glued to my form in shocked silence and morbid fascination at my startling appearance. My body, from my left arm to the rest of me, has begun exploding with a number of blades skewering me from within, my body turning into some kind of abomination of steel and dead flesh. The encroachment from Archer's arm eats away at me, rapidly consuming me, body, mind, and soul, but I still have a minute or two left of cognizant thought. Plenty of time to tell the two of them just how screwed they are right now.

"Explain yourself, FAKER, your King demands it." "Just what the fucking hell are you on about?"

I smile. "This world, this very place you are in, is the Noble Phantasm of [Archer], Heroic Spirit EMIYA. This world was the one and only [Noble Phantasm]that he could truly say was his and his alone. The power to create any weapon that was theoretically possible to create at any time, with the world itself providing the materials and sorceries for them, allowing him to break any of the weapons contained here into a [Broken Phantasm], without consequence, for he can remake them as many times as he wants here." They both suddenly seemed to look at me in a perfect deadpan and as they were about to respond, I continued.

"However, you both already knew this, but that's where you seem to forget the key part here," I say to their paling faces, horrified realization dawning on them both at the implications of what I was saying. "This ENTIRE WORLD is his [Noble Phantasm], which also makes it my [Noble Phantasm], since he and I are both Emiya Shirou, meaning it can also be broken, but he never did it." The sudden shock of what I had just told them both caused them both to begin to break into an entire tub of cold sweat at the implications of what I just revealed to them. "You wouldn't." "Do you even realize what you are saying? This world is essentially your own soul manifested for all to see, an extension of your very mind! If you break it, you will essentially be destroying your own soul in the process! That's essentially suicide!" "What he said, Faker. You wouldn't dare." Gilgamesh said in a perfectly emotionless monotone as if the very fact of what I was suggesting was something he could not believe, whereas Angra Mainyu was practically shitting his pants in a dawning realization of just how serious I was being with my words. Idly, I took satisfaction in the fact I actually made them both feel terror, the two people whom I absolutely despise in the world for all the harm they did, and now are actually powerless in front of me and at my mercy as I knock them off their high horses.

My body suddenly started to become completely overwhelmed by the encroachment, but I simply smiled at them both, without a single hint of malice or rage; a smile of absolute peace and serenity. An innocent smile, showing my regretless life ending contently, genuinely from the bottom of my heart, causing them both to look at me with a bizarre sense of wonder at what I was gonna do next.

"Break: Unlimited Blade Works"

"NOOOOOOOOOOO-" they both screamed in rage and horror as my reality marble, the extension of my mind and manifestation of my soul, exploded and took all three of us with it, and everything went white. My last thoughts were-

'I'm sorry girls, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to break my promises, but I at least saved you all.'

Scene Change

"Where is he? That idiot better not be dead, or I will kill him!" The Tohsaka all but screamed her frustration. "There is nothing we can do Nee-chan, all we can do is wait. He will come back. He has to." The Matou said to her sister, but her voice seemed to crack a bit with worry in the last part. "Onii-chan is not that easy to kill off Tohsaka, so do NOT count him out just yet. He promised not to leave me alone, so he will come back, or he will regret it." The snow fairy shot a glare at the tsundere, very much not happy with her attitude, but she admittedly was just as worried as the other three. "Rider, can you tell what's happening with him at all? Can you sense him at all?" the youngest of the quartet looked to the servant of the mount in desperation, but she could not really tell. She knew all servants could sense their master, and that connection was basically on a level to which their very minds are linked, allowing them to perfectly understand each other, but therein lay her predicament. She could not sense her link to the young Emiya, it was like it had been severed, but that could not happen unless...the master had died. But no, she could not say such a thing, it would only make the poor girl even more stressed, and she refused to believe he was dead either, she just had to figure out some explanation, but everything she ran through her mind to find some plausible explanation just seems implausible.

"I'm afraid I don't know, Sakura, my connection to him isn't telling me much, all I do know is that he is still alive, we just have to wait patiently." She lied, mostly to herself, but to keep the others from panicking when they couldn't do anything to help the boy of each of their affections. Suddenly, someone shouted at them, "Who are you?" Silently cursing herself, The Servant of the Mount proceeded to berate herself mentally for failing to notice a mage sneaking up on them. She was a servant for [Akasha]'s sake, how could she be so distracted by something to not even notice potential enemies sneaking up on them? It's an embarrassment to her position as a [Heroic Spirit].

P.O.V. Change

This day has simply been getting from bad to worse. I and a squad of my fellow knights were simply on a training course when an emergency dispatch was called for immediate mobilization to the city of Naples. When we arrived, what greeted us was a scene from a nightmare. HELL. That was the only word to describe what we encountered here. The very city was in a sea of flames, but the very feel of these flames, dark and twisted in nature, revealed their true nature. These were the flames of a [Heretic God], with absolutely no way for us to fully dispel them, and the people in there were without any wards to defend themselves as we had, were doomed to their deaths, their very fates sealed.

I ordered my men to move to secure survivors, searching for someone, anyone, still alive in this hellscape of a nightmarish city. One of my knights shouted at something flying through the sky at an inhuman speed. I looked to just catch a brief glimpse of what looked like a divine beast, but could not get a very good look at its rider, as it suddenly shot towards the very center town square. I ordered my men to march double time, cutting our rest short, just to try to make it in time to find survivors. But as we got closer and closer to the epicenter, the less and less my hope for any survivors remained. All around us, any civilians living here were either burned to death, driven insane, or dead by obvious stab and dismembering injuries. That last one actually made me pause a bit. If these people had been murdered using a blade, then that meant it was possibly a god of steel, but these flames are from anything BUT a heroic steel, rather they feel like pure evil, maliciousness incarnate. One by one, my men were forced to stop, to aid survivors and guide them out to safety, or to take a break due to the intensity of these cursed flames. When I ordered my men to find whomever they could who was still alive and get them out of here, I proceeded on ahead to find out the cause of all this, but I already had a sneaking suspicion I knew what had happened. Two heretic gods had descended and decided to battle it out right in the middle of a highly populated area, catching any unfortunate souls in the area in the crossfire.

My thoughts were pulled to an abrupt halt when I turned the corner, only to be greeted by a sight I could only describe as beautiful. The center was virtually untouched, but the four maidens there absolutely took my breath away. Each was beautiful in its own way, but it was the fourth, whom my attention was mostly latched to. Dangerous. My instincts screamed at me that this woman was a danger if I were to approach this situation wrong. It felt as if I were walking into the presence of some massive predator, a snake that could swallow me whole, hiding in the guise of a beautiful maiden. But the sheer presence she gave off, she was most certainly NOT human, the feel she gave off was not that of a god, but definitely not quite the level of a Divine Ancestor, either. which could only mean-

'A fallen goddess.'

I knew instantly this was a very risky thing to deal with, but I mustered my courage, knowing fully well that I risked death. So I spoke what few words I could muster. "Who are you?" I rasped in a very tired and irritated voice. Perhaps a bit more forceful than I had planned, but I was fatigued from wading through the curses and fire. If I died for a perceived insult in such a situation as this, frankly, I do not think anyone would find fault with me for my brusque question.

P.O.V. Change Third Person

Rider was about to strike when a sudden distortion began to appear where Shirou had disappeared. The foreign mage watched along with the four women as suddenly a very familiar head of red hair suddenly pushed out, with an absolutely peaceful smile of perfect serenity. They all watched breathlessly as he slowly floated down to them, light as a feather, before Rider snapped out of it. She grabbed her master, turned to the other three, and told them to run, before turning to leave with the three of them and the unconscious Emiya on her back. But a Single thought was running through her mind. 'Why don't I sense my link to him, if he is still alive? How can this be?' Before she shelved the thought and carried him after the other three young magi, the local mage tried to call after them but was obviously too weakened by the curses to chase after them.

There was only one thought going through his mind.

'By the gods, an Eighth king has just been born, and I was lucky enough to be here as a witness.'

Stats

Base (Reinforced) {Dragon Slaying Hero} [The Cursed Martyr]

Name: Shirou Emiya, The Eighth Campione

Official Titles: The King of Wrought Iron, The Living Blade, All-Wealthy One, Ultimate Faker, Champion of Justice, The Living Jinx

Unofficial Titles: The Ultimate Stud, The Ultimate Bad-ass

Strength: B(A){A+}[A++]

Agility: B-(B++){A-}[A+]

Mana: A+{A++}[Ex]

Endurance: A-(A){A++}[Ex]

Luck: E++ (This is SHIROU we are talking about, although his luck may have gotten a boost, he wouldn't be him without E-rank Luck. I also have a damn good reason why he still has this ranking, but for plot fodder)

Noble Phanstasm: A(A+){A++}[Ex]

Noble Phantasm List:

Excalibur: The Sword of Promised Victory

Rank: A++(Ex with Avalon) Type: Anti-Fortress Range:1-300 Target:1-999

Given to Shirou as a gift from his beloved Saber, He essentially will only pull the strongest sword if and when against an enemy he feels the sword is appropriate. It is currently locked, as it has yet to fully acknowledge Shirou as its rightful owner, but it WILL allow him temporary usage in an extreme emergency.

Avalon: The Everdistant Utopia

Rank: A+(EX with Excalibur) Type: Barrier Range: Self Target: 1-5

When Saber gave Shirou Excalibur, he was automatically recognized as the true second owner of both legendary Last Phantasms. As such, they have slightly been Altered to his nature, Allowing Shirou to protect anyone nearby him with the sheathing, and the sword can outright cleanse evilly aligned foes, essentially allowing him to one-shot Angra Mainyu and purify his curses, healing any damage done by a power of dark or evil, as the embodiment of all that is good, in opposition to Angra Mainyu, who represents all that is evil.

Unlimited Blade Works: Infinite Creation of Swords

Rank: E~Ex Type: World Range: 1-300 Targets: Infinite

Yes, of course, you all basically know what this is, but it also interacts with any and all authorities he obtains, causing upgrades or demerits, depending on the nature of the authority, what type of weapon he wants to trace, and its interaction with his nature of a hero of justice and his origin of 'sword'.

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Yet to be revealed

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Yet to be revealed

List of decided Authorities:

Gates of Babylon: Vault of the World

'I who am King of the World, shall never find myself without riches. My Domain is everywhere, so too is my treasury, for everywhere in my domain my Vault will always be with me.'

Yep, he got Goldie's' Gates of Babylon. Altered to suit his nature, this authority gives Shirou full access to all the treasures Gilgamesh did and even puts some of his own in there. I have a plot device for this one, but other than that, the only thing I can or will say is that Shirou has the power to enter the vault, but doesn't like to do so, as it pisses him off just how many weapons the 'golden bastard' as Shirou calls him 'collected' from around the world only to sit and gather dust within this space. Shirou's Gate and Gilgamesh's are also two separate ones. While Shirou can access any treasure Gilgamesh stored within it, The two are essentially two different vaults, with Shirou's just having perfect copies of all the treasures contained within, just like a 'Faker' to have 'fakes' that surpass the original. Just another way for Shirou to piss off the King of Heroes, and not have a damn regret over it.

Ea: The Sword of Rupture

'Sword whose might split heaven and earth, and ruptured creation itself, the King calls forth to unleash the right of Enuma Elish.'

Gilgamesh's ultimate trump card, slightly weakened and altered to suit Shirou's nature. While in Gilgamesh's hands an Anti-World class weapon, in Shirou's honorable hands, it is but a powerful Anti-Unit to Anti-Fortress class weapon, due in part to Shirou's altruistic nature and extreme dislike for killing. It has basically altered to become an Anti-Evil weapon as well, due in part to Shirou's nature as the opposing force to All the World's Evil. It also has a restriction on what it can be used against.

Enkidu: The Chains Holding the Heavens

'I am King who Defied the Gods, the Divine Bull Slayer, and you who bears the beast's divine blood, I hereby bind you.'

Yea, he got Enkidu, and although it's technically the ultimate Anti-Divine class weapon, its effects are only most effective against divine beings with the traits of beasts, or could at least be described as such, Like how Herakles was bound by these chains, as he could be considered a maddened beast. Slightly altered to Shirou's nature, it had the restriction of matching how Goldie used it in his legend to bind the divine bull to place the Anti-beast trait upon it. While it can still be used against those with divinity, or even used against normal mages, it will be reduced in effect unless the divinity in question was of the beast trait, and against mages will just be a giant magic siphoning chain. If they are strong enough, they can break it.

King of All

This is a passive Authority, stolen from Gilgamesh, which is born from his arrogance in being the first 'King of the World.' It gives Shirou a Passive ability to literally bear the trait of King, which he will abuse the Hell out of in order to use several weapons in UBW that require being a king to use, not just the traits. It also gives him a Charismatic quality when he wishes to persuade someone in negotiations, or if and when he needs to strategize will give him a slight boost in his ability to plan things ahead. In other words, Rin can no longer call him a 'reckless baka,' but he's still a 'baka.' Also, as the embodiment of Goldie's concept of [Wisdom], it augments his structural grasping, upgrading it quite well.

The Cursed Martyr

'The Mother watching her child in anguish. The Brother witnessed his sibling in agony. The Saint weeps tears in despair for those he fails to grant Salvation. I take their pain, their misery, their burdens, and turn them to strength, for I am The Cursed Martyr.'

This Authority is a reflection of how Angra Mainyu was an unwilling martyr, forced to bear the suffering of an ultimate sinner, unable to take his own life, cursing the cruelty of the Gods for their unjust treatment. He abused the hell out of this authority, as it turned others suffering into his own power. It slightly altered to fit Shirou's nature, as when Angra used it, he simply relished in their suffering, While Shirou, actually took their burdens upon himself, converting the negative energy into a source of strength for positive use. He essentially takes their suffering and pain, absorbs their negative energy, and avenges their pain by unleashing it upon the one who caused it in the form of a massive power boost. The more suffering caused, the greater the boost. However, this authority has the condition that it can only be used against one he truly hates with absolutely every fiber of his being. It gives a slight transformation, but it can be used to a lesser degree without transforming, but will only give a slight boost. The lesser use lacks this restriction of hatred but is also incapable of being used in combination with Never Ending Vengeance as it would with its full use.

Never Ending Vengeance

'The parents watching their child die. The soldier cut down in the middle of battle. The pauper in the alley was stabbed. The beggar in the ditch looking to the lord's palace. I take from them their grudges, their hate, their malice, and unleash Never Ending Vengeance.'

This Authority gives Shirou the ability to freely use Angra Mainyu's curses of All the World's Evil, essentially allowing him to curse you with any affliction from the source of the original curse. This essentially gives him the power to level the playing field, but Shirou absolutely HATES using this authority. While he may use it if he feels he absolutely has to, he does not like doing so, considering what happened when HE was on the receiving end, it's an understandable belief. This authority can essentially piggyback with The Cursed Martyr, but only if in its full use. This authority also has the drawback of causing Shirou a great deal of pain whenever he releases this particular authority, and the sensation of raw, absolutely DISGUSTING sewage flowing through his circuits when he uses it, so it is extremely unpleasant when he does, and the stronger the foe, the more power he puts into it, increasing the backlash once he releases the authority. All in all, He WILL use it if he has to, but he prefers to avoid it if he can, as the memories of what he went through because of this power are not something he would want to use on ANYONE, not even Gilgamesh, and he absolutely HATES the golden bastard enough to wanna kill him for his attitude.

Dragon-Slaying Steel

'The Hero endures through adversity. The Hero stands tall in the face of impossible odds. The Hero never flinches, when wielding the Dragon-Slaying Steel.'

This is the authority Shirou got from Perseus, and which he abuses the HELL out of. This essentially is an authority that works well with his origin of 'sword' as it allows his weapons to actually take on an actual solid and real form. With this authority, every weapon he traces is essentially an exact, perfect copy of the one he traced. This also gives him a large boost when up against enemies with a Dragon or Serpent trait, and even stacks with the effects of Enkidu against beast-type enemies of divine origin, so long as they bear the trait of a serpent as well as a beast. It is both passive AND active, but the effects are enhanced while active. While this Authority is effective against Serpents, it is best utilized against Dragons. Serpents will still be affected, as Dragons are the epitome of Serpents, but not to the same degree or level. As a passive ability, it allows Shirou to essentially become a Mass Forgery for Noble Phantasms, as they will be an exact perfect copy of the genuine article with NO degradation in quality. But to use it as an active ability, he must first recognize the enemy as something with either the quality of Serpent or Dragon, but otherwise, its only real downside is the fact that he cannot use it in conjunction with magic or authorities of evil origin, such as Angra Mainyu's authorities, or swords with evil attributes.

The Hero's Charm: Privilege of the Hero

This is both a passive and active authority, but Shirou flat-out refuses to use it in its active state. It does not actually force women to fall for him left and right, but it does make him seem a bit more attractive in their eyes. It has been altered to suit Shirou's nature, by only affecting the women he saves, essentially who are damsels in distress. However, those women are only affected based on how much he saved them. Minor things like helping them out will simply make him seem more appealing while rescuing a damsel in distress will turn them into a blubbering, stuttering, flustered mess. This authority does not come without benefits to those under it, as it grants them a slight enhancement in vitality, as well as a regenerative ability to speed recovery. As an Active ability, he has the ability to compel 1 woman under it to do whatever he says, but he flat out REFUSES to use this, as he feels it is a disrespect to all women and a disregard for their free will. As such, he will NEVER under any circumstances use its active effects, but unfortunately for him, but fortunately for us, Shirou's altruistic nature compels him to save others and help them. So he will definitely have some lady problems in the future. HEHEHE.

Mount of the Hero: Hero's Steed

'A Hero rides to battle in glorious fashion, mounting a steed of exceptional quality. Come forth, Mount of the Hero!'

Yep, he got him a Pegasus. Shirou can summon this authority to his side whenever he wishes, but it does not require him to sustain it. He can essentially keep it around however long he wants, and summon up to 5 for him and any others he wishes to ride with him. He can also have this authority launch itself at the enemy, essentially self-destructing the enemy, like with a broken phantasm, but he flat-out refuses to do so. He believes such a tactic is cruel, and goes against his nature as a hero of justice. As such, he will never use this method willingly, and the authority cannot summon the Pegasus again for a whole week once used in such a manner.

The Twin Clubs: Ayamari the Chaser and Yagarish the Driver

'Come forth Ayamari, Crush them Yagarish. The time for hunt and carnage is nigh' upon us. Do battle the likes befitts a warrior of Twin Clubs!'

This one is something Shirou absolutely LOVES for the simple fact that he has his very own noble phantasm now. Melqart used these clubs as part of a rather effective strategy, Ayamari, the Chaser, will follow the target relentlessly, while Yagarish, the Crusher, will literally crush down upon the target, while it's distracted by Ayamari. Shirou absolutely likes these clubs, as they work very well with his two-sword style, albeit he will still prefer to use his go-to swords if the situation requires it. While he summons these weapons whenever he wants, he still would rather use his swords before he uses these clubs, as they have a proclivity towards crushing boulders to dust with how much power is packed behind each blow. While Melqart would use these two clubs to chase his enemy around and fire lightning down upon their heads when they can't move, Shirou would only use them in such a manner in concert with his bow, but he would only do so if in a situation where collateral damage is not a concern, such as with wide-open areas, or those already destroyed, as he dislikes needless destruction.

God-Kings' Privilege: Divine Right of the Gods

This is actually a passive authority, a reflection of Melqart's nature as the God-king of Phoenicians, it grants one the power to wield any weapon or artifact of a nature which requires the trait of divinity. Basically, Shirou will abuse the hell out of this part as he has a shitload of weapons in UBW that required divinity to use, and has been altered to his nature to give him the ability to actually trace divine constructs, which opens a whole slew of opportunities for future battles. It also gives him the power to the divine right of the king of gods, allowing him the ability to literally fight on equal footing with divinity by putting him on the same level as them. Suffice it to say, both aspects of this authority are things he will abuse the hell out. When Shirou learned of this authority's abilities, he could not stop the very magus-like grin from splitting his face, making the girls start to worry, before they found out why he was, and started to react in very amusing manners. *hint hint* This authority also augmented his structural grasp, enhancing it into brand new Mystic Eyes that were practically his most abused spell. However, the strengthing aspect is something that only puts him at the same level as his opponent, meaning if he uses it against a weaker opponent, he too, will become weaker, as it alters his nature to match his rather honorable principles.

Lord of the Flies: King of all Insects

"I am lord over plagues and sin, the King who commands insects. Come, Children of Echidna, for your King demands your fealty!'

This Authority is a reflection of Melqart's incarnation as Beelzebub, the lord of the flies. It gives Shirou command over bugs and plagues, allowing him to summon plagues of locusts or inflict pestilence upon his enemies. He doesn't like using this authority very often, due in part to what Sakura suffered at the hands of her 'Grandfather,' but also because of the sheer danger of what it could do. The only time he would ever use it would be for using it for reconnaissance, to manipulate enemy gods who happen to possess insects they command as well to cure ailments, or to counter diseases and pestilence inflicted by a god's authority. Suffice it to say, he will use it, BUT he will not unless he absolutely HAS TO. Shirou's altruistic nature will not let him do so otherwise.

Lord of the Dead: Ruler of the Underworld

'I am the Monarch who reigns supreme over the nether, he who commands the souls of the afterlife, and decides whether a death is Just. For I am the Lord of the Dead.'

This Authority is a reflection of Hades manifestation as the King of the Afterlife. This gave him dominion over death and all the riches associated with said souls. And because the souls of the dead are often buried or interned in underground tombs, He has full authority over their wealth, granting him all the riches he could want. Shirou can use this authority only on the condition he has something related to whom he wishes to raise from the dead, which they have some strong attachment to. It is similar to how a catalyst is required to summon a specific Heroic Spirit, but the big difference is that Shirou only needs some piece of that object to summon them. And the best thing would be a bone, or piece of their body, but an object with a strong attachment to someone would also work. Shirou also has the ability to pull the riches from the earth with this authority, allowing him to literally have a continuous supply of infinite wealth anywhere he is, and if he stores it within the Gates of Babylon, he will essentially be able to pull it out whenever he wants, making it seem like he was keeping a valuable gemstone in a jacket pocket. Suffice it to say, Rin WILL abuse the hell out of this ability to get Shirou to provide her with so many valuable gemstones, that she could practically start her own jewelers and never run out of quality stock. Hehehehe, poor Shirou. Also, this authority also has the power to reverse death, BUT it can only be used in such a manner within 30 minutes after the target dies, as the soul would only hang around that long. Afterward, he could only revive them as resurrected souls. This ability can also be used by him similar to a manner as Godou does with his [Ram] authority to revive once a day upon death, but again, like Godou, he can only use it for this particular way ONCE A DAY. afterward, he is screwed if he died again.