AN: We're finally back...After years of quiet. And a major injury in July, which kept me off the machine that held this file. I hope I maintained the overall quality. Thank you all for your support. Let's roll right into it.

Speech

Thought, magical communication

Higher Being (i.e. Demon, Grail, ect) speaking, Berserker Class talking, Scene/POV change

Higher Being thinking

Day 3: Storm over the mountain

The Emiya Estates, Primary Meeting Room: Ten minutes later

There was silence around the large table, only broken by the drumming of Naruto's fingers as he took in the continences of those around the table with him. The room they were in was one that Kiritsugu had used on occasion to host old man Raiga Fujimura's 'business meetings', with a large western style circular table and thirty chairs arranged around it. At another time, the blond teen would be amused by having several members of the Round Table at a round table, but this was not the time for that.

Instead he sat there in the silence that ensued from the revelations Morgana le Fay had revealed, and the grim reality of Sakura's kidnapping. Revelations that put pause to the knee jerk reaction the two masters had, of coming down on the coven of Casters with their full force. Afterall, if one of their foes was able to steal servants somehow, then giving them even MORE firepower in the form of Naruto's quite frankly overpowered team or even Rin's would be the height of folly.

No, the blond thought to himself, he couldn't rely on that plan. As much as it would frustrate his servants, Naruto knew he would have to come up with a solution that would not put them all at greater risk. As he drummed his fingers, Rin sighed aloud and muttered something he barely caught.

It was something that made him blink as he frowned, "Why don't I just replicate what I did at the Matou estates indeed? I know I have the untapped power of the creature inside of me that I could call on to tip the odds in my favor, overwhelmingly so in fact. The problem with that is the unknown way that Morgana's ally stole control over Sakura's servants. If it is something that can break contracts at that near divine level, then I would have to worry about its usage on me to sever my connection with my...tenant."

He would shake his head and reply, "Rin. I'm not doing that direct assault plan as there are too many moving parts for me to predict if it will even work. If we launch an assault with the servants, there's too much of a risk of the same thing happening to us that happened to Sakura. And if I tap into that power I used at the Matou estates, there's a chance the same could be done to my connection. So for once, I can't just bulldoze my way through the problem."

Before anyone else could say anything, surprisingly Mordred spoke up, "With all due respect, Master, that's a surprisingly shortsighted and defeatist view to take." The crimson knight of betrayal spoke as she wiggled her pinky finger in her ear. "I don't know why I saw so much more of your life than my compatriots," as she said that there was a barely hidden smugness at having gotten one over on her 'father' in her voice, "but you learned how to replicate yourself from your teacher, that Segata fellow, right? While you may not be able to use the power you used to free your ally initially, I don't think any force on the mountain could stave off a literal army of you swarming it Master." She would finish saying with a cheeky grin that showed her elongated canines.

As the rest of the table sat in semi stunned silence, it was soon broken by laughter from two sources. One, was Naruto himself, having been reminded of such a childishly simple solution that he had overlooked. Each combat clone he could make, due to Segata's instruction, was weaker than he was by a large margin. However, due to his origin and nature, as well as near an inexhaustible well of prana, meant that it would matter little in the long run. Yes, each clone would be weaker than him, but they would rapidly grow in power to rival lesser servants. More than enough to claim the mountain.

The other was Gilgamesh, the golden queen. History's oldest legend shook with mirth as she let her thoughts be known, "As expected of an attentive warrior as yourself, Mordred. I applaud your initiative and attentiveness to your master's abilities to come up with such a plan. Your moniker is ill earned, I fear, and should more properly be known as 'The Knight of True Loyalty'." The red eyed beauty praised the younger legend with a genuine smile.

That praise caused both Mordred and her 'father', the blue clad saber version of Artoria, to look away with troubled expressions, each for their own reasons. Naruto mentally added having to work that out between the two of them to his list. Honestly, at this rate he should probably just start working towards a psychology degree. Between having to play family councilor between those two, and having to try and help Sakura and her servants at least move past the rapes they were subjected to...he would be over qualified for a doctorate at this rate.

Still, he was digressing, as such he shook his head. A little know fact about the clones that Segata taught him how to make, was that he could determine how they looked and if they were armed or not when they appeared in the world. And he had a plan for that, one so cunning you could pin a tail on it and call it a fox. One could even say it was delightfully devilish.

But how to fully pull it off? He could of course just do it. But then it would lack both the proper theatrics and the gravitas. That would be boring to the young man. Why he thought it necessary to be entertained while rescuing his friend, he couldn't explain, but something inside him compelled him to make it more interesting.

As such, Naruto schooled his face, and then bowed low to the assembled versions of King Arthur, "Your Majesties, I humbly request the honor and privilege to fly the banner of Camelot if my mission tonight should come to blows with the forces of your treacherous sister and her allies. As well as permission to outfit my soldiery in livery and armaments worthy of such an honor. If I am granted such, I swear to you that I will bring Morgan before you all for judgment for her crimes against the peace of Camelot" He would say with dead seriousness, and no mockery or jest present in his tone of voice.

The assembled royals froze at the sudden request. Gilgamesh's eyes sharpened as she watched her counterparts, as did that of Nero. They waited to see what the blonde 'kings' of England would say, and if they would accept the temporary homage of their master and summoner.

The room was so silent one could hear a pin drop, but the first to recompose herself was the bustiest of the versions of King Arthur, the house bound Lancer Artoria. She smiled, perhaps not entirely serenely or regally, but it was enough as she spoke; "Rise, Sir Emiya. We, Artoria Pendragon, first of our name, and Lion King of Camelot, do hereby grant you the honor of defeating our rebellious sister and bringing her before us for her crimes against Camelot and our allies. You are to use whatever measures you see fit to carry out our commands so long as they do not impune the honor and valor of the Round Table and those who have served upon it."

Such was the command she gave onto the blond man as he raised himself back to his full standing height. The command prompted a vindictive smirk to cross the young man's face. Oh yes, he was going to have a lot of fun with this.

"Thank you, your Majesty. I shall do as I have sworn this night." He would go on to say before bowing slightly and leaving the room, heading to make the trek to the temple atop the mountain that the Casters had set up in.

It was a trip that took him but a brief fifteen minutes to cross this late at night, as he could reinforce his body with prana to cross the distance rapidly as long as he stuck to the rooftops to avoid the unaware non-magicals below. A small grin was plastered on his face the entire time as he did so. As desperate as the situation was, he was excited to pull off a prank of this magnitude.

As he came to a stop at the base of the mountain, he breathed deeply, gathering Prana in the way his sensei had taught him. Before releasing a tremendous amount of prana as a vast fog bank rolled in covering the entire base of the mountain. None could see through it, but they could still hear what was going on before another wave of prana cast a silencing ward to prevent detection.

What one would have heard before that, and still would inside the dome of silence, was the sound of tens of thousands of armored boots marching up the mountain. And if one peered into the fog, they would see just as many armored figures start to emerge as banners snapped and flapped in the night breeze, revealing a banner not seen for over a thousand years, plus several centuries. That of Camelot.

Among the swords, axes, halberds, and spears, as well as bows and crossbows and all the accouterments of heavy armored medieval warfare that Camelot stood as an exemplar tale of there were other things. While the blond haired adopted Emiya was a huge believer in authenticity and the effectiveness of the deadly weapons his clones used; he had to agree with his adoptive father, firearms were damned effective.

Which is why he had quite a few of the armored figures armed with firearms designed to look right at home in their hands. Silver bodies with golden and sapphire engravings; or ruby red engravings depending on the Camelot they represented. Which was a similar case to the armor they wore, all of it sleek and imposing as the knights and soldiers of yore, but again the color depended on the reign they represented.

Why was Naruto going through so much trouble? Simple. Psychological warfare, as well as to show Morgan exactly who she was up against. Intellectually, he knew that the sorceress knew who her sister, daug…He means son! He was slightly paranoid that the Knight of Betrayal could read his mind…but back on topic, the alternate versions of her sister as well. And their position as liege of Camelot, and what their armies were like with some modern upgrades.

Such as the one-oh-five-millimeter mortars that began to shell the temple with smoke rounds and air burst munitions. The shells were, unfortunately, ineffective as they kept slamming into the magical barriers that the casters had erected around their den. But it did its job of forcing the bounded field to prevent attacks from above to work overtime, thus draining away magic from other areas.

Which, in turn, allowed the assault troops to bring rocket and missile launchers to attack the walls on the opposite side from the main gate. The explosions that rocked the compound as more prana was drawn to hold off that assault. Thinning the main gate's defensive measures even further. Which, combined with the confusion of the opposing servants on the ground at the sudden and violent assault with modern weaponry, allowed the gate assault to go forward.

The first servant to fall, as such, was a purple haired swordsman who stood in the gate watching in shock as explosions rocked large parts of the temple. As dishonorable as it may be, this was a war, and as such the ranged clones filled the target with arrows and bullets, cutting him down without much fanfare; and reminding the now re-deceased servant what his countrymen had learned during the Sengoku period, that guns were the future of warfare.

The second to fall was not, in fact, by the hand of Naruto and his clones. Instead, the twin sword user and the generic looking shinobi were bisected in half by the great sword of the half face masked shirtless warrior who had conjured the mist. A dark chuckle emerged from his lips as he did, "Well, it may not be the same kid who opened my eyes to the truth of who Haku really was to me…But it's close enough for now."

The Camelot Legionaries, for that is what his clones looked like and functioned as right now, followed the snap assessment of the Knight ranked clones, and bypassed the swordsman. They had bigger fish to fry than the rogue servant. Such as the army of skeletons that was marching out of the temple in Grecian style armor and weapons. As well as the other still 'living' servants.

One of the knights touched their helmet, "Commander, we'll deal with the small fry and keep the enemy occupied up here. Go and play the hero again and sneak in to rescue Sakura and her servants. Section Four out." He would then lower his hand and draw his sword, a beautiful blade that was, like the rest of his gear, a copy of the weapons of the soldiers who served Camelot; and then point at the skeletons, "Rid us of this undead fodder!"

Cavern below the Temple: POV: Morgan

Morgan's teeth would clench in anger as she watched the ongoing assault through her spell craft. Her collaborators had mustered their additional defenses, against specters from her OWN past. Armored figures she was all too familiar with from the reign of her, hated yet beloved, sibling. If she knew not better, then she would think one of the iterations of her 'dear' sister was able to bring forth her host.

Yet her own senses for magic, and the different colors of the tabards and slight differentiation of color in the plate, told a different tale. For they were all the same to her senses, identical in feel down to the last degree; as strange as it was, they were all the same person. The master she had spoken to earlier that night if her senses did not fail her.

The rogue Pendragon would scowl as she looked around the chamber she and her 'allies' were in. The two Colchians were focused on directing their skeletal minions and bringing more into this mortal plane, drawing upon the leylines to further fuel their sorcerous magics. As well the servants whose contracts were severed were waiting for orders to go fight, reluctantly from their expressions; but with their command seals now bound to the elder Colchian, they had no choice in the matter at the end of the day.

"Wait…where's that mortal?" The thought struck Morgan as she noticed his sudden, and to her at least the conspicuous, absence of the taciturn and quiet mortal that they had used as a temporary master to survive to this point. This was especially conspicuous as the older of the two Medeas tended to try and keep her pet close at hand.

But before she could ask the question on her mind, who should come falling down the hewn steps bloodied and bruised by the man in question. The assassin turned teacher was in a sorry state from what she could see, her eyes narrowing as the elder Medea cried aloud in shock at the sight of him; he bore multiple sword wounds, many were nearly mortal wounds on their own. But all together, it meant his time was short. A pity to lose such a useful pawn, but such is life she supposed.

Her gaze along with those of the others in the chamber, including the magically restrained nude purple haired ex-master, was drawn to the stairs as the sound of armored boots descending hit their ears. Morgan scowled, as did her erstwhile comrades, at the noise; but unlike the other two focused on the stairs, the British magic user had the wits about her to use her magic to craft a simple garb around their captive, as there was no need to aggravate the blond man further by having his ally in such a state.

She fixed her expression into one of peasantry by sheer force of will, not paying any heed to how her two allies were reacting. But it was an expression that shattered into one of a mixture of rage and dread upon seeing the armor the original Naruto had chosen to wear.

Much like his clones currently wreaking havoc, it was a silvery coated suit of full plate armor of the highest quality steel. The armor was bulkier than those utilized by the rest of the attackers, and the blue tabard he wore was of a darker almost navy blue. The etchings and engravings were also different, sharper and spikier if one were to describe them; to those who were not in the know it would just seem an artistic license. But Morgan knew better, she had seen that armor before on Sir Lucan, the Royal Butler, one of her sibling's most loyal retainers. The one who nearly brought all her schemes to naught by counseling caution and avoiding direct conflict with Mordred until diplomacy had been exhausted.

A cold shiver ran down the rogue Pendragon's spine at the sight of it. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that a message was intentionally being sent by that appearance. Especially with the fact that he had an Executioner greatsword over his shoulder.

An understanding that was reinforced when the blond man spoke at the same time as he brought his sword to block the three combat oriented servants who were unleashed on him; "Morgan Pengragon, renegade and traitor to the crown of Britannia, the rightful King you have betrayed demands you turn yourself in for judgment. Throw yourself upon the mercy of the crown, and you may be spared. Oppose your rightful arrest, and your fate will be far more violent."

A grunt exited Naruto's lips before he pushed away the servants with a single powerful swing to knock them off his blade, and then he could continue to speak. "In addition to crimes of sedition, treason, child abuse and neglect, conspiracy to commit siblicide, induction to commit patricide, embezzlement, terrorizing the citizens of the realm you were subject to, and many more in your life; you are charged with kidnapping of an ally of the throne as well as subverting loyal retainers of said ally to your scheme by use of foreign magics."

Here he was interrupted as the older version of Medea raised her hand and spoke in a shrill voice as power suffused the room drawing from the very ley lines; "BY THE POWER OF THE COMMAND SEALS I HOLD, I ORDER YOU WRETCHED FAILURES TO KILL THAT BLOND BASTARD! GO BEYOND YOUR LIMITS AND BRING ME THEIR HEAD!"

Normally, what was about to happen would be impossible, but due to the servants they had already summoned, Medea had TWELVE seals before usurping the bond that Sakura had with her servants. And as they were losing their originally summoned servants above, the elder of the two interactions of the Witch of Betrayal would channel all but five seals into her command. Sixteen of the most powerful magics still in the mortal plane were channeled into that single order.

The servants on the receiving end of the order jerked upright as their bodies were filled with unnatural power far beyond the norm they held. But the younger Medea, who due to sharing the same identity, could pour in her own seals as well; and so she did, adding an additional eight command seals to the power now overflowing the three usurped servants, who cried out in agony as their bodies were filled to overflowing by more power than they ever held before.

When they moved the three Casters couldn't even track their movements, and the blond swordsman could barely keep up speed himself with his attackers. One second they were stock still, the next they were surrounding the attacker, and then sending him flying. Each time they moved there was an after image that would appear where they once were.

It was unnerving to Morgan to see the sheer vitriol that her comrades had for a potentially useful pawn or ally over a washed-up assassin like Sochiro. Even more so was how willingly they threw away their command seals to enforce a command that would leave them at a disadvantage. Even if her sister's master was slain and they were all removed from the competition, a foolish assumption considering the scion of the Emiya line's ally was in his house and able to bind the servants to her should the bond be severed; there was still his psychopathic older sister and her servants to contend with.

In fact, the more time she had to think on this, time bought as the armor of their attacker absorbed hellish punishment and his own skills allowed him to gradually block more and more of the attacks coming his way; the more she realized her position was a losing one. Yes, in theory the master of her sibling and her 'son' could be killed here and now; but for the aforementioned reasons it was increasingly clear that there were fewer and fewer paths forward that would not result in her demise.

As she watched a massive crater appear in the wall by the older version of Medea, Morgan came to the conclusion that she had but two ways to salvage this situation. The first was to use their captive to call the Grail NOW and use it to turn back the sands of time to before the kidnapping and stop this entire plan dead. The second was…

Before she could think on it further, she had to duck as the barely holding together form of the future successor of her sibling sailed where her head once was. A cold sweat going down Le Fay's spine as she realized the sheer velocity that the Black Princess had been hurled with would have killed her if she was hit by Edward. She looked behind herself, by reflex, and saw that the servant's armor was all but destroyed, and the lithe muscled form of the beautiful former man was mostly on display now due to battle damage…but as well she could see the cracks in her flesh forming.

"Her body can't handle the power being forced into her by the command seals. How is that man still standing? By all logic, he should be dead by now. As no mere mortal can withstand such force!" She thought with a shiver, her dear sibling had always brought the most interesting of figures to her side. But this? This was beyond belief!

"Forget every other plan, Morgan." She told herself. "The only way we're making it out of this one alive is if we turn on the other two and throw ourselves at his feet begging for mercy." She added on in thought as she swallowed heavily at the sight of the deteriorating bodies of the servants fighting the blond.

Mind you, he wasn't looking perfectly hale and hearty himself. He had numerous cuts running along his body, dozens of holes in his armor, hundreds of dents, blood soaking into his tabard making it a dark and filthy purple…he seemed less a living man, than a revenant or shade of duty come to fulfill oaths of ages past. Unstoppable, unopposable, and inevitable.

But as she shivered in fear and tried to pull herself together in the face of this force of nature made manifest, she also shivered in something else. Morgan had always had a thing for strong men, and bending them to her will. It was one of her few pleasures when she was alive besides scheming to seize the throne, of course. And this was perhaps the most powerful man she had seen in her time in the physical sense, and one gifted with potent magics. Magics she desired for herself.

But she knew that such would be a difficult double feat to achieve. Not only was the mortal mage before her loyal to her sibling, but judging by his performance here, more than a match for her own magics. And she had not gotten as far as she had by being overly brash. No, seducing and bringing this boy to her cause would not be easy, but what was worthwhile that was easy?

As she backed into the shadows to observe, she was wrapped deep in her thoughts. And so, she didn't notice that she had come into the reach of her captive. Nor, in fact, did she notice that Sakura was awake. Not until the purple haired girl wrapped the slacker chains around her legs around the spirit's neck, and then started to strangle her.

The noise of her struggle against the unexpected attack drew the attention of the two other casters. And that was when the tide turned. The younger Medea, a more empathetic than her older bitter self, would say the words that doomed them all to defeat, "Princess, save Lady Morgan!" And another seal burned.

As the Black Princess turned to follow her new orders, it gave Naruto the opening he needed. Calling upon his mastery over the Denial of Nothingness, and called forth blades of his own imagining. In many ways, these new silver daggers were based off of the Black Keys his father said were, and still are, used by Church Executioners, but with a twist. Unlike the keys, which had to be stabbed into shadows to freeze targets and do other esoteric effects to non-undead targets; these simply had to scratch the target to seal off their prana in a localized area. In essence, this would temporarily trick the body, and any enchantments tied to the body part, into thinking the area in question, and thus the person in the case of enchantments, was dead.

His reasoning behind these blades was so simple that a child could have thought of it. Command seals on masters dissipate when they die. So, if you trick the command seals into thinking the master was dead, then in theory they should disappear. Which, again in theory, should sever any connections between the 'master' and servant; and by extension counteract any orders in place. But theory is one thing, reality is often another entirely.

However, thankfully for Naruto, theory did translate into reality this time. As the blades cut each of the three Casters of yore, there was the sound of shattering glass, and a feeling of reality twisting and churning; as well as a sudden cry of an enraged man, before everything seemed to snap back into place.

When it did, the three enslaved servants stopped moving and collapsed panting and exhausted as their bodies expelled all the excess energy and power to repair themselves. As well, simultaneously the three casters clasped at the arms that were cut and let out shrieks of pain; which ended the immediate combat.

As without the use of half their power and prana, the casters were nearly defenseless. Doubly so as their connections to the servants above, those that remained at least, and those immediately present had been severed. With the Dragon Tooth Warriors either destroyed along with the defenders that were 'loyal' to them in the temple or far too in number to help, this was the end of the Caster Coven's efforts in the war.

"As I said, Morgan Le Fay, you and your collaborators are under arrest in the name of the King of Britain." Naruto would say coldly. "Now get up, you'll be taken to your judgment soon. And if you think of running, I have your Prana scent now, and nowhere on earth will be safe for you." He would add, half bluffing.

But with his clones coming down the stairs, it wasn't too much of a bluff in the end, now, was it? So, the Casters would comply, begrudgingly mind you; but it would give the Emiya heir a new headache in the future, he could tell. Still, job done. Sakura and her servants saved, enemy force disabled, in all a good night.

As he and a small group of his battle clones took them away, he left behind the majority to clean up and repair the temple grounds. Victory was no excuse for leaving behind evidence or discrepancies from what the locals expected.

Naruto chuckled tiredly, "I feel like I'm going to need a drink or two by the end of tonight.

Chapter Complete!

Next Time: A long overdue trial, and therapy. Or: I should have been a Psychiatrist

Omake: An Alternative Summoning

Naruto sat in a daze as he shook the cobwebs from his head after being knocked into his shed. A blinding light had knocked the wind out of his sails after his adversary knocked him into the building; and as the spots cleared from his eyes, he had to stop himself from gasping in shock.

For in the room were ten other figures, each a woman of remarkable beauty and dressed in luxurious kimonos. They ranged from a more petite red haired and dusky skinned woman with a large fan and an even larger gorge on her back; to a tall and imposing amazonian woman with a double edged no-dachi nearly twice as large as she was, with silver hair and unearthly pale skin. All of them also had a variety of animal tails waving behind them, from one to ten.

The one with nine fox-like tails was the first to react, she was a red haired woman with a statuesque physique and the second largest breasts Naruto had ever seen, and was wearing a red and gold kimono; she would grab the sole male in the room, and wrap him into a tight hug while laughing. "You all owe me SOOO much money you deadbeats! You said we'd never see Naruto again, and here he is! Pay me!"

The woman with eight tails, which looked kind of like a halfway point between an octopus tentacle and an ox's tail, shook her head in bemusement; "Yo, sis, I know how much you care about the man, but maybe don't smother him in your breasts, ya dig? Or would you rather we be separated from him again so soon?"

While the rest watched on in bemusement as the fox tailed woman tried desperately to resuscitate the blond, the shortest among them walked outside for a second…And then the sounds of screams of pain and the snapping of bones was heard. Before all was quiet again. She would then re-enter with a satisfied, if psychotic, smile on her face, "Those who dared to hurt Naruto-sama are dead."

As Naruto once again came to consciousness, he knew that life was about to get a LOT more complicated for him.

List of Revealed Servants: Is being dropped until new ones are identified

Current Harem:

Artoria, Mordred, Lily, Scathach, Fem Gil, Lancer Artoria, Alter, Empress Nero, Joan of Arc, and Rin

POTENTIAL ADD-ONS:

Sakura and her servants as well as Morgan Le Fay