I do not own My Hero Academia, Fate/Stay Night, Fate/Grand Order, or any such related materials! Those amazing creations are owned by Kohei Horikoshi and the Type-Moon Corporation in order, and I highly suggest reading the manga, visual novel, and story of all three.

Also, there will be mild spoilers for Lostbelt Seven: Nahui Mictlan in here, so please do take heed of that.

Imagine, for a moment if you would, a Tree. Even from mere sight, one can tell it is a mighty Tree, with strong Roots, a stable Trunk, and even hardy Limbs, Branches, and Twigs; all of this thanks to the owner, the Guardian even, of this tree who takes the time to Prune out any weak, unseemly, or infected Branches and Twigs.

FATE/HEROIC REALM

He could barely move.

Shirou Emiya shuddered slightly at what little he could still feel with his senses of steel, feeling his new bones of blades screech as they were forced to grind against one another.

Still, he managed to slowly and agonizingly make his way towards the heart of All the World's Evil; towards Angra Mainyu, who had infected the Holy Grail.

Slowly, he prepared himself for what he had to do. Raising his arm to complete his last Projection, he hesitated for less than a moment. Was there any other way…?

Purple flashed through his head, a sweet smile reflected in his eyes.

His eyes turned into the very steel that was piercing his body, his will reinforced. Slowly, he channeled what little Od remained in his dying body into the foreign arm, into Archer's arm, and Projected the only weapon that could destroy the source of All the World's Evil.

Blackened armor clanked through his mind, a sad smile dancing across lips that were soon swallowed into the dark mud.

Strength of an unimaginable scale, a crimson and black flash. The weapon of King Arthur Pendragon, of his once Servant, of Saber.

Excalibur.

The blackened weapon was brought into existence, and Shirou Emiya's mind was turned into steel; his body had become a machine and his soul hanging on by a mere thread, his blade works the only thing left keeping it attached.

But even machines could bring hope, could they not?

And so, the corpse of Shirou Emiya brought the blackened Excalibur up and, in a brilliant gleam of golden splendor, brought it back down, destroying All the World's Evil.

One last flash flitted through the machine's mind of steel.

Purple flashed through his head, a sweet smile reflected in his eyes.

The thread snapped, and Shirou Emiya's soul was sent careening through the great unknown.

Of course, this beautiful Tree isn't the only one to exist in this vast place, as much as the owner might be chagrined to admit it. In fact, right over the fence line, there exists a Tree that is just as magnificent as the Guardian's; however it is a Wild one, unbound by any constraints and left to maintain and Prune itself.

SAGA ONE: NORMALCY

He panted, feeling his accumulated wounds burn with each breath.

Senji Muramasa panted in the crater that he had been thrown into, and had made upon impact, feeling his exhaustion down to his Saint Graph.

The old man let out a harsh, yet amused, wheeze. Down to his Saint Graph? Down to a thing that existed in a metaphysical sense rather than a physical one? He really must be out of it!

…Saint Graph, eh?

He looked down, seeing the horrid green crystals slowly cross and cover his body, tracing up towards where a normal human's heart would be. The location of his Saint Graph.

Muramasa let out a grim smile. That thing really is as hungry as they had all been warned about, wasn't it?

Tilting his head up with what little strength he could muster, he looked over the lisp of the crater and peered into the smog that covered the battlefield, barely making out flashes of green light and hundreds of other silhouettes that surrounded the source of the light.

An army of Servants, under the order of the Final Master of Chaldea. United under a singular purpose.

Defeat Type:ORT; Slay the Aristotle; Kill the One Radiance Thing.

He chuckled, letting his head flop back down, feeling the creeping crystals get closer to his Saint Graph. 'Man,' he thought, smiling and closing his eyes. 'Hope the plan actually works. Would hate to have gone through all that effort for it to be worth jack-shit.'

And so the crystal overcame his body, and Senji Muramasa shattered into thousands of little motes of blue light.

However, before the crystals could devour his Saint Graph— no, his soul, and all of the Saint Graphs derived from it, it was ripped away by forces beyond it and the monster that sustained them.

And so Senji Muramasa's Saint Graph was sent careening into the grand unknown.

In truth, this story is like many others of its ilk: a story of the magnificent Wild Tree.

…but it isn't just of the Wild Tree.

ARC ONE: BEGINNINGS

No, this story is one that occurs when two Branches; two Twigs; three Leaves from both the Pruned Tree and the Wild Tree meet under the watchful gaze of the Guardian.

This is the tale of a Boy, a Hero, and a Swordsmith.

This is the epic of Midoriya Izuku; of Emiya Shirou; and of Muramasa Senji.

The epic of who they once were…

The Mustafu night was a quiet one, not even being disturbed by the few Villains that operated at this time, preying on any innocent civilians that happened to be out and about at this time.

In a certain apartment complex, a boy, barely four years of age, squinted his eyes in his sleep and shifted uncomfortably.

Unaware of the future that had been changed.

Unaware of the souls that had been slotted into his own.

Unaware of the higher powers that had chanced upon this conclusion, and now watched on to see how this boy's fate would change this once forsaken world.

…and the one they will end up becoming.

Well, I'm baaaaaack~

kinda... somewhat lmao

I've honestly been sitting on this story for quite a long while, trying to type out something, but my muse would constantly beat me back

So now I'm here, trying to kick my muse into gear by forcing myself back into a schedule

Hopefully, though, I should be updating on the first of every month from now on

we must pray, bruzzas

Anyway, thats about all from me, and welcome back to my personal shitty self-fufillment story lol

also, peak LB7 coming up, cant wait for that

;)