The incarnation of a sword reincarnated as a sword in another world

A Fate/stay Night x I was a sword when I reincarnated in another world crossover

Chapter 1: Incarnation and reincarnation are not the same

After defeating Saber in her alter state, after saving Sakura from the grail's taint, my body began to break down. Mage craft above your abilities will have repercussions.

Having Archer's arm surgically attached unto me via spiritual surgery in order to replace my lost arm… and then using the arm to enhance my combat potential…

It ended up eating me from the inside.

I knew the risk, I accepted it, my death had been accepted the moment I accepted the surgery.

The dark berserker, the [True] Assassin… dark Sakura.

Saber…

My body was swallowed up by the swords that begun forming from the inside of my body, working their way outwards.

It was then when my elder sister decided to save me.

By using the [Dress of Heaven] she managed to actualize a bastardized version of [Heavens Fells] and prevented my soul from eroding and living, after having the Magician Aoko make a replacement body for my soul to inhabit, it would be a complete recreation of my real body.

However, this miracle came at a heavy price.

My life for hers.

And so I lived…

However, it seems that it was not quite it, during the process it seems someone had made a copy of my soul, and took the original, leaving the copy.

That is not to say they failed, is just that now I existed in 2 places.

I don't quite understand this development but when I tried to open my eyes I found myself in a rather peculiar situation.

As a magus (I may be 3rd rate one but a magus nonetheless) I found that both my element and origin for the actualization of magecraft were one and the same, that is to say…

[Sword]

Which is why I was rather confused why I was now an actual sword.

What happened to me? Was this perhaps a mistake or accident caused by the bastardized [Heavens Feels]? Or did this happened due to my inclination towards [swords]?

I saw my reflection on a nearby lake and saw that my eyes still worked.

[Structural Analysis]

I saw that I was, apparently, a recently forged [Intelligent Sword, maybe I was like the Muramasa series of swords that had steel awareness? No this seemed at another level due to the sheer fact that I was both conscious and my magecraft still accessible. The materials used in the creation of… well, me… eluded me, they might be extra planetary or divine in origin.

It seems that I also had the ability to grow and evolve.

A weapon that can grow independently of their user sounded intriguing. My new form could, potentially, even eclipse Ea the sword of Rapture, if not in power then in versatility.

It seems that wherever I was tough, had creatures of the moonlit world.

A bunch of goblins came to were I was and tried to use me.

However, I decided against that, those creatures are dark and they would no doubt use me to kill indiscriminately.

Apparently I had telekinesis, and managed to kill them..

They had a strange gem-like object in them, and I noticed that when I struck there, they would instantly die, as well as feel a strange surge of something invade me. It was not something bad as I felt invigorated. By doing another [Structural Analysis] I had found that I have managed to acquire certain skills from the monsters, as well as something called Evolution Points.

I also found out that I had what you could call a reservoir to place skills that would be shared with a would be wielder. I had 5 slots but I could increase them by spending Evolution Points.

I had a plan, I would accrue as many Evolution Points as possible, as well as skills and then, depending on who would use me, increase certain parameters or skills that will be shared, and those that would be uniquely mine to complement my user in what that person may be lacking.

Months passed, I had gone in clockwise motion inward as I hunted down monsters and broke the gem-like object in them. I acquired a plethora of skills that I would not think possible, one such is [echo location, thanks to my knowledge of an advanced world I could use this even better to navigate in darkness or help my future user should my future user be blinded, somehow.

I also managed to get some magical skills as well as poison skills, not to mention a strong level regeneration skill. I noticed that my body could develop cracks from overuse and decided to obtain a regenerative skill to offset the problem.

I also obtained a lot of elemental magic, however for some reason I could use it, maybe due to this body or an inherent ability of this?

I also retained my magecraft, [Reinforcement, [Alteration, [Tracesing] among others, his Reality Marble was sealed off due to "insufficient processing power".

One other skill I had forgotten to mention was [Parallel Thought, this allowed me to partition my mind to multitask several things at once, this would be a godsend to magus in my world as they could quadruple their work to reach the root. This allowed me to prepare magic while preparing more, while also calculating several plans all at the same time.

As I continued to hunt I noticed that the more to the center of this forest I was, the stronger the monsters where. So, after I had successfully killed what appeared to be the big-shot of the forest I noticed that my magic was being forcibly syphoned, and I felt blade first into the ground.

I was unable to move. And so I waited.

I began to remember the sword of my servant, not the actual one she had when summoned, but her first blade.

The one that made her into the king.

In a sense, I became a Caliburn…. A sword in the stone as it where. Or perhaps Gram, the second from where Caliburn came.

I spend the time looking into my inner world, familiarizing with two many blades I had at my disposal, seeing their histories and learning ow their users used them. It may be worthless with my body, but should my wielder come, I wish to impart unto that person all the combat knowledge I can.

And so I waited.

Ten Months later

There was a sound of wheels hitting the ground, a cart was passing through these dense woods in an effort to save time and evade justice, as their cargo was highly illegal.

Slaves.

They had about 6 people, one of them being a young beast girl, a young girl with black hair and cat ears.

None had any names. After all, once they got slaved the slave merchants would erase their names, so that their new owners could rename them as they pleased.

However they erred in coming here, this forest was too dangerous, and now they had a two headed bear monster chasing after them.

It managed to catch up and turned over the cart. The slaves thought they could escape, but the slave-master knew that if they left, the monster would kill them.

"Stay there and don't move, die for me" was the cruel order he gave with a smirk.

The slaves looked with abject horror and the slave master left with his workers as the bear begun to maul, kill and eat the slaves.

The young beast girl managed to resist the slave curse and managed to slowly move away… she got into a clearing, repeating to herself a mantra.

"I can't die… I must not die"

A promise made to herself, for the sake of her lost family.

It was then when she reached a clearing, the light shining down unto a lone sword.

It was regal and lonely, yet it looked majestically,

It was the meeting that would last a lifetime.

The meeting of a sword and a cat.

Chapter end