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There's Mysterious Heroine X, where's our Mysterious Hero?
Misadventures is comprised of episodic (fragments) of Shirou (AKA Mysterious Hero Y from Servant Universe) adventures throughout different timelines and reality. Some sort, some long, all drafts pieced together or just improved and kicked out as a chapter.
Fourth Fuyuki Holy Grail War (1):
He is Shirou.
He is Mysterious Hero Y.
Why is he called Mysterious Hero Y? The answer is simple: why not?
Besides, the moniker serves a practical purpose. You see, Mysterious Hero X already exists—a male counterpart to Mysterious Heroine X, but that's beside the point. He is on an endless quest for a reason he can no longer remember, a journey that has taken him through countless dimensions, leading to a series of misadventures and clashes with nefarious forces.
Tonight, however, he faces one of the most loathsome creatures he has ever encountered.
"You seem lost. I am Father Kirei Kotomine. Can I help you?" The priest's voice was a soft, sinister murmur. His eyes were a dull brown, his hair the color of stale straw, and around his neck hung a gold cross—an ironic token of his pretense.
Shirou's instincts, honed through countless battles and countless betrayals, scream that this priest is no holy man. He is, in fact, an 'impastor'—a vile charlatan with a love for mapo tofu and has a perverse pleasure in misfortune and malevolence. As Mysterious Hero Y, he has encountered many villains, but few have radiated such an evil aura.
He knows what must be done. As a Hero of Justice, he cannot allow this abomination to continue its deceitful existence.
"Is there anyone else here?" he asked, tugging his faded red cap lower over his golden-brown eyes as his gaze swept the empty church. A faint, ominous Servant signature had caught his suspicion earlier, but aside from that, the place seemed deserted.
"Another priest was here, but he has stepped out for an errand," Kirei replied smoothly. "For now, it is just us."
"Then it's time to act! Trace, on!" He summoned his favorite Noble Phantasms, Kanshou and Byakuya, the black and white blades appearing with a flash of light. He pointed them directly at the priest, "Surrender, impostor, and confess your sins! I, Mysterious Hero Y, will not overlook your vile schemes!"
Kirei's expression shifted from calm to a subtle frown. He took a cautious step back and assessed Mysterious Hero Y's Noble Phantasms.
"I thought you were a magus," he said, eyes narrowing as he studied the blades. "But you are a Servant. In that case, you must be dealt with."
Shooooo!
At Kirei's command, numerous shadows formed into a horde of Assassin-class Servants, each bearing the face of Hassan of the Hundred Faces. They descend upon Mysterious Hero Y from every direction.
MHY quickly assessed the situation. His mind raced through strategies and countermeasures as he readied himself for the onslaught. With a flick of his wrist, he shifted his grip on Kanshou and Byakuya, creating multiple copies of the blades that swirled around him like a storm of black and white fans.
"I refuse to fall to these petty Servants," he declared, adjusting his grip on Kanshou and Byakuya. He traces additional copies of his weapons in his hands until they resemble that of black and white fans. "Especially not by a third-rate villain like you!"
SHVING!
He spun, unleashing a torrent of spinning blades. The church becomes a storm of flying swords, forcing the Assassins to evade or deflect the onslaught. Some were imbued with excess mana and exploding on impact, sending plumes of smoke billowing and causing chaos among the Assassins.
"Don't delude yourself into thinking this will be enough to beat us," one Assassin hisses, slicing through the smoke and expertly deflecting several of the spinning blades.
"Of course not," he knew better than to preemptively reveal his full arsenal. Instead, he brandished a sword with a deep crimson hue.
"What?! That sword!" The Assassin's eyes widened in shock. He recognized it immediately: the demonic sword Moralltach, wielded by the legendary Diarmuid Ua Duibhne.
"See ya!" He waved Assassin goodbye. "Moralltach!"
The blade gleamed ominously as he unleashed its power, propelling himself into a superhuman leap. A beam of red light, echoing the color of his jacket and scarf, surged upward, shattering the thick church ceiling and launching him into the night sky beneath the full moon. High above, he traced a new weapon—a black bow—and an additional Noble Phantasm, Caladbolg II, its twisted form crackling with volatile energy.
"I am the bone of my sword..." MHY chanted, his voice echoing as he poured his mana into Caladbolg II.
The sword thrummed with an intense energy, overloading with power as its magical aura spread out, creating a hum that rippled across the surrounding area. A powerful gust of wind burst forth, sweeping across the landscape as the Broken Phantasm's energy surged.
The Assassin's eyes grew even wider. "Is he insane?! Breaking a Noble Phantasm of that rank?!" The Servant turned urgently to Kirei. "Master! Use the Command Spell! We need to leave now!"
Kirei's expression turned serious as he raised his hand, issuing a command. "By my command, take me to safety!"
At his order, the shadows around them thickened and congealed, coalescing into a wave of darkness that enveloped Kirei. The Servants dissolved into the shadowy mass, swiftly whisking their Master away to evade the impending explosion.
"Caladbolg!" Hero Y roared out as he unleashed the powerful weapon.
The sword's energy exploded from its tip in a blinding arc, releasing a devastating projectile. The air crackled with raw magical force as the Broken Phantasm launched its destructive beam, hurtling toward the ground below with the ferocity of a madden twister.
VOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The night sky erupted into a vivid red glow as the spell's overwhelming power struck the earth. The fiery force of the explosion left a massive crater where the church had once stood, its remnants reduced to ashes. The shockwave radiated outward, sending tremors through the land that could be felt and seen kilometers away, further expanding the crater and wreaking havoc on the surrounding terrain.
MHY was caught in the tremendous force of the blast, swept high into the sky by the shockwave—though he remained unscathed as he soared through the night air.
"Hmmm... maybe I should have used Moralltach instead of Caladbolg?" he mused aloud; arms crossed as he tilted his head thoughtfully while beginning his descent. "Nah, that priest deserved it."
As he landed on the scorched earth with a resounding fwomp, he surveyed the aftermath of his attack. The ground was littered with debris and smoldering ashes. Shirou brushed the soot from his black shorts and the red jacket and scarf that marked his distinctive appearance. He adjusted his dull red cap with a flick of his hand, his expression one of satisfaction.
"Too bad the fake priest got away, but at least I've destroyed his base of operations," Hero Y said proudly. He nodded in self-satisfaction, surveying the smoking crater with a sense of accomplishment. "I'll get him next time." As he turned to walk away, he froze mid-step. "Wait a second..." He slapped his forehead in exasperation. "Ack! I should have asked him where I am before dishing out justice! Where in the world am I?!"
/-/
"There was an incident at the church overseeing the Holy Grail War last night," Maiya Hisau reported in a tone measured as she replayed the footage from one of their surveillance devices. The device had been strategically placed to monitor the church where Risei Kotomine, Kirei's father, was stationed. "Here's the recording I managed to retrieve."
The television screen flickered to life, revealing a grainy, dark-colored video. The footage, captured from a distance, showed a lone figure approaching the general direction of the church. He was dressed inconspicuously in black shorts, a red jacket, a matching scarf, and a cap pulled low over his eyes. The scene played out in silence, with the camera focused on the empty forest bordering the neutral zone until, moments later, a brilliant beam of light erupted from the church, piercing through the roof and splitting the night sky. The camera struggled to capture the full extent of what followed—a pillar of light ascending through the roof, accompanied by a violent gust of wind.
Then came a 'falling star' that obliterated the church and the surrounding land, the force of the explosion knocking the camera from its perch and cracking the lens before the screen went dark.
Kiritsugu Emiya stared at the screen, his usually stoic expression flickering with a rare hint of emotion—part shock, part intrigue. "What do you make of this?"
Maiya rewound the footage, pausing on the figure as he walked through the forest and into the neutral zone.
"It's difficult to say for certain," she began, her voice thoughtful. "It could be a rogue Master making a bold statement against the Holy Church and the Mage's Association. Or it could have been a trap laid by the Church itself, though that seems unlikely given the extent of the destruction."
"And the overseer and his son?"
"The overseer was away at the time of the incident, but his son, the Master of Assassin, managed to escape using a Command Spell. At least, that's what the Holy Church reported when they intervened." Maiya's expression remained neutral, but the weight of the situation was clear. Attacking, or more accurately, vaporizing a Holy Church asset like that was unprecedented. The Holy Church will not sit still for that. "The Church has announced they will grant an additional Command Spell to any Master who can capture the perpetrator."
She handed Kiritsugu a set of photographs taken after the incident. The images depicted the aftermath—a vast, charred crater where the church had once stood, with debris scattered for hundreds of meters.
Kiritsugu narrowed his eyes, processing the information. "Any thoughts on who it could be?"
"It looks like the work of a Servant. Given the scale of the destruction, it's hard to imagine a magus being capable of unleashing such power without killing themselves in the process. The energy signature and the aftermath suggest something beyond human capabilities, likely a Noble Phantasm."
Kiritsugu's eyes narrowed as he considered the implications. The idea of a rogue Servant or a Master wielding such overwhelming power was troubling, to say the least. This was more than just a wildcard in the Holy Grail War—one that could unravel all of his carefully laid plans.
"In a battle among Servants, knowing their true identities is crucial." Kiritsugu set the photos down and he gestured with his hand. "But right now, we're operating in the dark. We don't have enough information on the other Servants that were summoned, let alone which one could have caused this level of destruction—or why they would."
"There must have been a reason, but our intel has been limited ever since we arrived in Japan. We've had to operate under restrictions, and it's hampered our ability to gather information since we've just arrived."
"Keep digging," he said in a low but firm voice. "Keep an ear out and a familiar to watch the next church that will be designated to oversee the war. There might be a chance the culprit will show themselves again there."
"Are you certain? Masters are forbidden from taking action within the neutral zone around a church. The Church is already on high alert after what happened. We could be exposing ourselves to unnecessary danger."
"Place the familiar far enough away that it won't be detected by the Church's operatives—just enough to keep watch. We can't afford to let this slip by."
"Understood. I'll handle it right away."
As Maiya left the room, Kiritsugu continued to stare at the paused image on the screen, showing the grainy figure of someone walking in the forest. Whoever they were, they had just declared themselves a significant force in the war, and Kiritsugu knew he couldn't afford to underestimate them.
Who is this mysterious Servant?
/-/
"Seriously, why are all the good foods so expensive in this place?" Shirou grumbled, finishing off the last of his melon bread. He tossed the plastic wrapper aside and fused it onto a sticker on a metal shipping container, a makeshift attempt to tidy up his surroundings. "Ugh, Ecchan would have loved this. She has a real weakness for Japanese sweets..."
He sighed deeply, his gaze drifting upward to the night sky. Ever since arriving in Fuyuki City, he'd struggled to maintain his energy. His usual methods of survival—food and drink—were hard to come by, thanks to his lack of local currency and understanding of the city's workings. The worst part was that he couldn't even connect to to order supplies or use his communicator to call for support in this remote part of the world. To get by, he had spent most of his time helping out the locals, earning small amounts of food and cash in return.
Now, under the cover of darkness, he found solace at an empty dock, a place where he could relax and gather his thoughts before heading back into the city. Shirou lay flat on his back, staring blankly at the stars, his hand reaching out as if he could grasp them. He missed the vast expanse of space more than he cared to admit, his thoughts then wandering to his old allies and friends.
He missed them more than he had anticipated, except Nameless Red.
The thought of that insufferable, future version of himself—now a boring ass teacher of all things—brought a frown to his face. If fate ever brought them face to face again, Mysterious Hero Y vowed he would not hesitate to end him.
"Well… time to head back."
SHREENG!
Just as he was about to return to the city's bustling streets, a sudden, jarring noise shattered the calm. The sharp screech of metal and the heavy clash of blows echoed from somewhere within the docks.
"Or not. Someone is fighting… this energy... a battle between Servants?" Instincts flaring, he sprang to his feet and set off to find the source of the commotion. "I cannot ignore this!"
Shirou tugged his red cap lower, his expression hardening. As Mysterious Hero Y, he was no stranger to conflicts beyond the ordinary, especially those involving Servants. A large-scale battle near a city like Fuyuki, filled with innocent people, was something he couldn't ignore.
His mission was clear: protect the innocent, confront the threats, and pursue his relentless quest, no matter where this terrible luck took him.
He raced through the docks, his form blurring in the night as the sounds of battle intensified. The clash of weapons and surges of magical energy reverberated even from a distance. Mysterious Hero Y quickened his pace, determined to uncover who was fighting and why. The stakes were likely high, and his intervention could make the difference—or at the very least, prevent the conflict from endangering innocent lives.
Reaching a vantage point, he scanned the battlefield, his eyes narrowing as he took in the skirmish below. The battlefield was a mess of flashing steel and clashing magic, but his trained eye quickly separated the key players from the chaos.
Scattered across the battlefield, or on its edge, were four figures—either humans or homunculi—likely Masters or their aides. Further off, on a distant bridge, another pair stood, one of whom he identified as Rider, a Servant ready to intervene. But his immediate focus was drawn to the two Servants locked in combat on the dock.
CLANG! SHING!
The first was unmistakably Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, a Lancer-class Servant. His crimson spear, Gae Dearg, gleamed under the moonlight, and his long black hair was elegantly combed back, save for a single strand that fell artfully over his face, enhancing his devilishly handsome appearance. Mysterious Hero Y had encountered Diarmuid before—his skill and unwavering honor were well-known, and the sight of him in battle was always impressive.
But it was the other Servant that made Mysterious Hero Y freeze in place. A blonde-haired girl with piercing green eyes and a petite build, clad in blue and silver armor. It was a figure he recognized all too well, but the context didn't fit. The resemblance was uncanny, but something was off.
'Is that... Mysterious Heroine X, or a Saberface?'
If she is MHX, then what is she doing here? Was she undercover, or had she finally achieved her long-held wish to become a Saber? The latter seemed unlikely, yet there she was, wielding her sword with the grace and strength of a seasoned Knight of the Sword.
The thought lingered for only a moment before his eyes caught a subtle movement—a shift in Lancer's stance. Diarmuid's foot nudged a spear hidden in the ground by his feet, and with a swift motion, he kicked it up into his grasp. The spear's talisman cloth unraveled, revealing its true form: Gae Buidhe, the yellow spear infamous for inflicting wounds that could not be healed by natural means or magecraft.
MHY's instincts flared to life. He saw what was coming before it happened—the Saberface Servant, in the heat of her charge, was about to collide head-on with the deadly spear. There was no time to shout a warning, no time to do anything but act.
Instinct took over. In an instance, he traced his black bow and notched a low-ranking Noble Phantasm, his mind already calculating the trajectory and force needed. Without hesitation, he kicked off from his vantage point, hurtling downward as he drew the bowstring back and aimed. The arrow—a sword-turned-projectile—glowed faintly with the stored mana, a mere fraction of his true power but enough for the task at hand.
FWIP!
He released it with precision, the arrow cutting through the air with a sharp whistle as it sped toward the dock.
Time seemed to slow as the arrow struck the ground between Lancer and the Saberface Servant, exploding on impact. The force of the blast sent a shockwave through the dock, disrupting the flow of battle just enough to throw off Lancer's aim. Gae Buidhe's deadly tip missed its mark by a hair's breadth, slicing through the air just inches from the invisible sword-wielding Servant's arm.
She stumbled back, caught off guard by the sudden interference, but quickly regained her footing, her eyes searching for the source of the arrow. Lancer, too, recoiled from the blast, momentarily disoriented by the unexpected attack.
Bang!
Mysterious Hero Y landed on the dock with a heavy thud, his red scarf billowing around him as he straightened up. His presence drew the attention of everyone present—the Masters, the Servants, even the distant figures on the bridge. He could feel their eyes on him, some filled with surprise, others with recognition.
The war had just escalated, and Mysterious Hero Y was right in the thick of it—as usual.
"Sorry to crash the party," he called out with a casual confidence as he notched another arrow, ready for whatever came next. "But I couldn't just stand by and let someone get skewered. That's not really my style—especially when I don't know the full story behind it."
"You're… Archer," Lancer narrowed his eyes and adjusted his grip on his spears. "And you match the Church's description. You've gained quite the reputation in this war." He pointed his red spear at Mysterious Hero Y. "The Church will reward any Master with a Command Spell for your capture or elimination."
"Archer? I was denied that class, thanks to a certain Nameless Red. Not that it matters. Servant classes don't mean much to me." His tone was dismissive, but there was irritation directed at his future self. "But really, is everyone falling for that fake priest's words? How am I supposed to expose and bring justice to that third-rate villain if everyone's is falling for his lies?"
His gaze shifted to the homunculus who had stepped forward—a woman with long silver hair and piercing red eyes. Instinctively, the Saberface Servant positioned herself in front of the homunculus, creating a protective barrier between her and Mysterious Hero Y.
"It's alright, Saber," the homunculus said softly but firmly.
Mysterious Hero Y's eyes flicked between the two, recognition settling in.
'So, this Saberface is a Saber,' he thought, his earlier suspicion confirmed. 'Not an Assassin, and definitely not Heroine X.'
"You mentioned lies," the homunculus continued, her gaze locking onto Mysterious Hero Y. "What do you mean by that?"
Hero Y shrugged casually, his red scarf fluttering in the breeze. "Everything that comes out of his mouth is insincere."
"And… how do you know that?"
"It's in his nature." MHY's face took on a matter-of-fact expression. "Given the chance, he'd cause chaos and destruction just for the sheer joy of it—or malice, as he'd likely call it."
The faces around him were a study in skepticism. Some seemed doubtful, others merely intrigued by his bold claims.
"You said you're not Archer despite wielding a bow," Saber interjected, stepping forward with her invisible sword held in a ready stance. "So, who are you?"
Mysterious Hero Y tilted his head, a wry smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "You're kinda rude for someone I just saved from getting skewered. But if you must know, I'm Mysterious Hero Y—though 'Hero of Justice' works too."
From a distance, one of the humans, gripping a sniper rifle, frowned at the mention of his title as a Hero of Justice.
"I appreciate the help, but in this war, neither my Master nor I can afford to be overly generous," said Saber.
"Indeed," Lancer agreed, twirling his spears. "You're a wanted Servant nonetheless."
"A war, you say?" Mysterious Hero Y's eyes narrowed, his gaze shifting between the Servants. He was about to inquire further when his attention was abruptly drawn to the sky.
RUMBLE!
A blinding bolt of lightning split the night sky, slamming into the ground at the center of their standoff. The impact sent debris flying in all directions, and a massive chariot, drawn by two imposing bulls with horns like jagged steel, crashed onto the scene.
At the helm of the chariot stood a towering figure with a mane of red hair and a matching beard. His booming laughter echoing across the dock.
"All of you, sheath your blades! You are in the presence of a king!" His voice thundered as he spread his arms wide, a broad grin plastered across his face. "I am Iskandar, the King of Conquerors! I am the Rider class in this Grail War!"
The battlefield fell into stunned silence as the weight of Iskandar's dramatic entrance settled over them. Saber stood with her mouth slightly agape, the homunculus looked equally taken aback, while Lancer raised an eyebrow and scowled, clearly unimpressed. Mysterious Hero Y, however, blinked slowly, his face betraying little surprise. He had witnessed and participated in far more outlandish scenarios.
On the chariot, a young boy clung nervously to the side, his face a mask of shock and dread. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he gripped the chariot's rail with white-knuckled intensity after the rough ride.
"W-what the hell are you thinking, you idiot?!" The boy tried to shake the larger man beside him, but Rider merely flicked a massive finger in a nonchalant gesture, as if dismissing the boy's concerns with ease.
Rider's flamboyant arrival was not the only spectacle to shake the dock. A powerful presence suddenly swept over the area, filling Mysterious Hero Y with an overwhelming sense of dread and annoyance.
His eyes widened in recognition. 'This aura, it can't be…!'
The golden king has descended upon them.
"I will not stand for this rabble of nonsense," Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes, materialized in a shower of golden sparks, his form hovering above the scene with an air of absolute disdain. "Two dare consider themselves kings," His gaze swept over the assembled Servants, settling momentarily on Mysterious Hero Y, causing him to flinch involuntarily. "and an intruder—a faker—dare to tread upon my gardens!"
"Gah! It's the Golden Great Emperor Bastard Gilgamesh!" he yelped, inadvertently letting slip the insult as he pointed at Gilgamesh. The slip of the tongue, meant to be "Cosmos," came out as "Bastard" in his panic.
All eyes turned to the golden figure, whose face flushed with barely contained rage. His veins throbbed as the King of Heroes struggled to maintain his composure.
Before anyone could react, another Servant materialized in a swirl of black mist not far below Gilgamesh. The ground shook as a towering knight in dark armor materialized—Lancelot the Darkened Sword, or so Mysterious Hero Y knew him. His arrival was announced by a guttural roar that echoed through the docks.
"Hoooooooooo!" The ground shook with the knight's bellow, echoing through the night.
Saber's eyes widened in shock. "Berserker?!"
"SILENCE!" A brilliant golden ripple surged from Gilgamesh's Gate of Babylon, unleashing a searing beam of light.
SHRREEEEEK!
A flash of radiant energy struck Berserker at the speed of light, sending the armored knight soaring through the air.
"GRAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaah?!" Berserker's cry was swallowed by the deafening sound of his impact as he crashed into the water channels below, sending a massive splash erupting from the collision.
The assembled Servants took an instinctive step back, their weapons readied or their bodies tensed for a confrontation. Everyone was bracing themselves for the next inevitable clash.
Mysterious Hero Y gulped, realizing the grave he had dug for himself—his bow and arrow clattering to the ground. His mind raced through potential strategies, his hand instinctively poised to trace Rho Aias, his most powerful shield to defend himself.
"Uh, did I really say Golden Great Emperor Bastard Gilgamesh?!" MHY's voice wavered as he attempted to defuse the situation. "I meant Golden Great Emperor Cosmos Gilgamesh! The air quality is so poor here that everyone must have misheard me!"
"Ahem, I think it's best if we leave," Rider said, his smile tight with tension. The chariot began to move, disappearing into the night with a burst of speed.
As Rider and his Master scattered, the remaining figures on the dock began to disperse for their own good. Mysterious Hero Y, meanwhile, stood frozen in place beneath Gilgamesh's furious glare. The King of Heroes' eyes blazed with wrath, his face contorted in a snarl of rage.
"Do you take me for a fool?!" he roared. "You dare to insult me in my own domain and then attempt to deflect with pitiful excuses?" More golden lights shimmered behind him as he summoned several Divine Constructs behind him. "I shall rend every single instance of your being from existence!"
"S-shit!" Hero Y leaped backward and raised his hand. "RHO AIAS!"
The iridescent shield of Rho Aias materialized before him, its seven petals of light forming a radiant, layered barrier. The shimmering flower expanded into a seven-layered Bounded Field, its protective glow casting a beautiful luminescence across the battlefield.
Gilgamesh scowled and fired a single, immense Divine Construct from his Gate of Babylon that streaked toward MHY.
BAAAANG!
The projectile crashed into Rho Aias, the force of the impact propelling Mysterious Hero Y through the air and causing the petals of the shield to disintegrate. The shield's petals, initially seven, began to vaporize. They broke down rapidly to one, as the Divine Construct burned through the final layer with incredible intensity. Just before Rho Aias could be completely annihilated, it was forcefully recalled along with its owner, thanks to the intervention of Gilgamesh's Master.
"You dare command a King to retreat?!" Gilgamesh's voice echoed with seething fury as he began to fade away. "I shall have retribution for this insolence!"
As Rho Aias flickered and vanished, Mysterious Hero Y was propelled across the city, leaving a fiery streak against the backdrop of the night sky.
"Whyyyy?!" Mysterious Hero Y's cry echoed like a shooting star, growing fainter as he soared further into the distance. "Why is my luck so looooow?!"
On the devastated dock, the Masters and Servants watched in stunned silence, their eyes following the streak of light that marked Mysterious Hero Y's flight.
"… Did that Mysterious Hero just shout 'Rho Aias' earlier?" Irisviel von Einzbern, the false Master of Saber, broke the silence to ask Saber.
"I believe so," Saber replied, her gaze still fixed on the sky where Mysterious Hero Y had disappeared. Her tone was slightly numbed by the sheer spectacle they had just witnessed.
"But… I don't think that was Ajax the Great."
"Me neither…"
"So… who could he be?"
"… Truly, a Mysterious Hero."
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- Mysterious Hero Y -
AKA: Shirou, MHY, A-Y, Accolon, Faker, Hero of Justice, Nameless Hero, Guardian of Justice, Senji Muramasa (Alias), Emiya (Alias)
Class: Alter Ego
Gender: Male Height: 167cm Weight: 58kg Alignment: Neutral Good
-Parameters-
Strength: D
Endurance: D
Agility: C
Mana: A
Luck: E
Noble Phantasm: E~A++
-Class Skills-
Magic Resistance D
Due to his luck and his existence in a universe teeming with Servants, he has developed a minor resistance to sorcery of D Rank and lower. However, he is unlikely to withstand a direct hit from spells of D+ Rank or higher.
Independent Manifestation B
An advanced form of Independent Action, this skill allows him to manifest independently into reality without the need for a Master or any energy cost, thanks to his unique origins and enduring endless battles alone. It signifies a confirmed existence, granting resistance to instant death and time-manipulation attacks. Additionally, he can replenish himself and receive buffs or debuffs by converting any food or drink into magical energy, with the effect depending on the quality of the nourishment.
However, this skill does not protect his memory. Due to his luck causing him to traverse various realities and timelines, his memories are often fragmented or disorganized.
-Personal Skills-
Mind's Eye (True) B
Years of hard-earned experience had sharpened his instincts, honed by countless battles on his endless journey. This "combat logic" allowed him to stay calm under pressure, quickly assessing both the enemy's strength and his own situation. Even in the direst moments, if there was a 1% chance of turning the tide, he'd find a way to make it happen.
Clairvoyance: C
Enhanced vision sharpens both his static and kinetic sight, allowing him to spot and strike targets up to 4 kilometers away. If he hadn't been denied Servant status, he would have easily qualified as an Archer-class. But that doesn't stop him from wielding a bow anyway.
Trace On: Circuit Connection EX
An enhanced version of traditional Thaumaturgy, thanks to his unique affinity, includes improvements such as Reinforcement, which temporarily boosts the essence of a tool, and Projection, which allows him to replicate substances with minimal mana cost while maintaining high quality and accuracy. Although his Magecraft might seem unimpressive, the Projection sorcery he wields is special. It can perfectly duplicate weapons, including all their components, and even mimic the wielder's skills. This means he can acquire various Noble Phantasms, combat skills, and the strengths of those he replicates.
-Noble Phantasm-
Unlimited Blade Works: Infinite Creation of Swords
Owner: Mysterious Hero Y
Rank: E~A++
Type: -
Range: -
Maximum number of targets: -
While he lacks a Noble Phantasm of his own, his Reality Marble, "Unlimited Blade Works," serves a similar function. It contains all the elements needed to shape swords, though he can also use non-sword objects. This Bounded Field allows him to copy and store weapons he has seen once. He can freely access and use these weapons at the cost of mana, but they are one rank lower than their originals. Within his Reality Marble, he does not need to expend magical energy to summon his armaments unless they are destroyed, though maintaining the Reality Marble itself requires his magical energy.
Poor Berserkerlot, arriving in at a bad time.
They really need to add a Shirou version from the Servant Universe... I mean, look at the story cover! It suits him!