I'm incredibly grateful that so many of you liked my story, now that I have integrated Shirou into the DC universe as best as I could, the plot will thicken. I'm also pretty amazed by this many reviews on my work, I've read them all and have taken steps to address some of the flaws you readers have pointed out.

I remember someone asked me if the geography I'm using is correct, the answer is yes.

I'm gonna stop putting in disclaimers. There are only so many possible iterations I can use before it gets stale.

Hall of Justice; Med Bay

November 22, 11:46 am

Batman wasn't a stranger to having unforeseen twists and turns flip his day upside down. Psychotic mass murderers, otherworldly threats, and high stake missions had become predictable and repetitive so he had enough experience to believe that little could surprise him.

Whatever this Shirou kid was, he had gifted the Dark Knight such a conundrum that he had no idea how to even approach it. Inter-dimensional travel, unknown reality altering abilities, and a new branch of magic (as described by Jason Blood) all rolled into one unholy mess of questions. Batman needed to know exactly what the kid could do, and the only thing he could do was wait for him to regain consciousness.

That's not to say he hadn't been trying to find out as much as he could beforehand.

Batman and Cyborg had attempted to analyse the structure of the bow and arrows that they had collected from the scene up in the Watchtower and all of their findings came up inconclusive.

The boy had flawlessly copied and created Green Arrow's bow, every curve, etch, scratch, and measurement was recreated exactly. The arrows were indistinguishable from those in the emerald archer's quiver.

Green Arrow had tested them in The Kitchen (Hall of Justice training room) and swore up and down that they were identical to his own but the material was made of something they had never seen before. They had the same characteristics of the metal used with one exception. They were not magnetic.

The arrows had no atoms, no electrons. By all accounts they didn't even exist, none of the scanners even registered their presence.

Jason Blood had run off before Batman had any chance to grill the man for answers, which served to infuriate the detective. There was nothing more frustrating than trying to solve a case with an uncooperative witness.

Batman would have already started interrogating Shirou, if he had regained consciousness that is.

They had originally placed him in a re-purposed meeting room, due to concern about bringing an unknown up to the Watchtower, and realized that he wouldn't wake after waiting for four hours. The dosage shouldn't have kept someone under influence for much longer than three hours and they made several attempts to wake him up to no avail.

Quickly transferring Shirou to the medical center in the Hall of Justice, Batman began numerous scans to determine what kept him unconscious. There were no traces of the tranquilizer left in his body, no allergic reactions could be detected, and there was no head trauma. The only thing Batman could find was that his brain activity was abnormally low, as if he had gone into a coma.

There was no telling when Shirou would wake up again and Batman wasn't one to leave something like this up to chance. That left him to his last resort. Taking out his com-link, Batman contacted the League's leading expert on brain activity.

"J'onn, get to the Hall Med Bay."

Location Unknown

Time Unknown

There was a bright golden light in the sea of darkness that surrounded Shirou.

When did he wake up, how did he get here, where is here?! Was he even awake at all?!

Were those strange people keeping him captive? Is this some sort of perverse experiment? Or is it a twisted game where they sadistically give their captives hope before cruelly crushing them?

He had nothing now. He couldn't feel his Prana reserves, his Structural Grasping was MIA, and his senses were dulled. If the enemy were hiding in the shadows, he would never sense them coming, he would be unable to defend himself, and he would lose any chance of escaping.

On the bright side, he wasn't tired anymore.

Regardless, the only way anything will change is if he went towards that light.

Shirou sighed as he began his journey. Each step he took echoed, each breath sounded like a loud gust of wind, he could even hear every individual rustle of his shirt. This place was empty, overbearingly so.

Occasionally, Shirou would catch sounds echoing back to him. A murmur, a clanging of metal, the crackling of fire.

The light was getting closer, and with it Shirou felt heat rush over him. It was only then that Shirou realized just how unnaturally cold he was.

'This darkness...' Shirou noted as he glanced around. 'It's sapping my body heat?!'

Speeding up, Shirou made it a mission to reach the light. There was something about the darkness that deeply unsettled him.

Reaching the edge of what he could now identify was torchlight, Shirou came to a dead stop and snarled.

He was undoubtedly, irrevocably, unfathomably enraged at what he was witnessing. As he marched across the barrier between the dark void and the light, Shirou resolutely glared at the first thing that he had seen in Root knows how long.

In the center of the circle of torchlight, mounds of treasure reflected the light that surrounded them. A large elevated golden throne was situated on top of the largest mound in the center, behind it a large (also golden) gilded gate covered in black chains towered over the scene, and upon it a man as golden as the throne he sat on. Golden armor, golden hair, golden torches, golden golden golden. Shirou's jaw clenched in disgust as he gazed upon the personification of hubris. The man, who had already seen Shirou coming, rested his head on his closed fist as he glared down at the approaching magus with fury.

Gilgamesh, for who else could it be, stood up and pointed his arm at Shirou. Right after he did so, the gates behind him struggled and strained to open but the chains held fast and prevented that from happening. The King of Heroes raged at the prospect of not being able to kill the one who trapped him, who humiliated him. Tightening his hands to a fist, Gilgamesh turned his head up and let out a bellow of anger and frustration.

"AAAARRRGGHHHH!"

Struck dumb at the sight of Gilgamesh throwing what was essentially a tantrum, Shirou stared in confused disgust. Had this monster not caused so much pain and grief over the past two Grail Wars, Shirou might have even felt a kernel of pity for the Servant. However, that was never happening.

"NO, I CAN'T REMAIN HERE! I REFUSE IT, I REFUSE TO STAY IN THIS PUTRID MONGREL!"

"How are you still here?! You were the first to go in the Grail!" Shirou exclaimed after finally recovering from his shock.

"IT'S YOUR FAULT! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Gilgamesh raved as he stomped down from his throne. Reaching Shirou, the demigod attempted to strangle him but Shirou jumped back to avoid it. Gilgamesh immediately chased after him and made to tackle him, only to phase right through him and barely stay on his feet.

This was too much, seeing the Gilgamesh so undignified and lost made Shirou break out in laughter. Gilgamesh, realizing that nothing could be done to kill/mutilate the third rate, recollected himself and decided to glare heatedly at Shirou.

Once the laughing session was complete, Shirou grimly made the decision to find out how and why Gilgamesh was here. Where here was and how Shirou himself ended up here. But the proud Servant would never willingly give that kind of information so Shirou needed more... indirect means.

"You know, I always thought your treasury would be more, what's the word?" Shirou began while pretending to be thoughtful. He walked to a smaller mound of treasure and picked up a golden coin. "Impressive. Yeah, that's it." He finished and tossed the coin back.

Gilgamesh's jaw clenched. His already closed fist tightened enough to dent his gauntlets.

'My treasury, sullied by the hands of an upstart peasant. Unforgivable.'

"But what else could be expected from someone who lost to a faker?" Shirou chuckled. "Not even a single weapon in sight, afraid you might give me something to add to my own arsenal?"

"This isn't my true treasury, do you truly think that I fear you?! That you're a threat to me?!" Gilgamesh indignantly retorted.

"I know that I beat you, that's all that matters." Shirou calmly answers with a smirk.

"FOOLISHNESS! You may control the body for now but I will find a way to gain full control!"

"You have that kind of ability?!"

"It's my body as well! As if I would let a disgusting mortal such as yourself to commandeer my body, my abilities! I WOULD RATHER DIE!"

"THEN JUST DISAPPEAR! I DON'T WANT YOU IN MY BODY EITHER!"

"And let you have access to my treasury?! I would sooner take you down with me." Gilgamesh said before climbing back up to his throne.

"Oi! What the hell are you doing?!"

Sitting down, the King of Heroes appeared to have completely gotten his anger under control. His face became passive as he lounged on his throne.

"I have grown weary of your squabbles. I'll simply have to do better the next chance I get."

"When did you ever get the first one?"

Smirking, the demigod took the time to begin his gloating.

"The botched fusion process may have taken away my access to my Noble Phantasm and it has frustratingly prevented me from outright killing you to take the reins from you. But no matter how minuscule my influence may be, there is still a part of me in this wretched form." Pointing a finger to the air, he gave a haughty laugh.

He swiftly brought the finger down to point at Shirou after finishing his laugh.

"Just the fact that we are both here proves that we have not completely fused. There are cracks and chinks that I can exploit, letting me dissociate aspects of myself from you. Tell me, do you know why that final arrow pierced you?"

Saying this, Gilgamesh's eyes gleamed dangerously and his smirk widened into a full blown smile. Shirou's eyes widened in sudden realization as he finished contemplating what he just heard.

He knew that his body had improved in leaps and bounds, to the level that he would associate with Servants. It was common knowledge that Servants are invulnerable to conventional weaponry, only Magecraft could produce a weapon that could harm them. Shirou already deduced that his body had been made to incorporate traits of a Servant, namely Gilgamesh.

So he shouldn't have been taken out by that arrow, unless the bastard in front of him did something to him.

"You did something to my body. I thought it may have been due to lack of Prana but your smug face says otherwise."

"No, what I did is simply take advantage of our unfinished fusion." Gilgamesh frowned, disgruntled at the implication that the faker would lay claim to his abilities. "Albeit temporarily, I was able to widen the divide in our physical attributes and separate myself from you."

"That's what left me vulnerable? All you had to do was cut the bind between us and I'm me again?!" Shirou exclaimed. Hoping his next question would give him the answer he desperately needed to hear, he looked Gilgamesh in the eyes and raised his voice.

"Can you make it permanent?"

Gilgamesh frowned even deeper.

"Are you daft, mongrel? I already said you wrested control away from me. I'm the prisoner here!"

"Then find a way!"

"You DARE to attempt ordering me?!"

At the end of the heated exchange, the darkness that they had been ignoring for so long began to press down on them. Shadow tendrils encroached into the light before fading away, only to be followed by others. Shirou was sure that he could see figures in the darkness reach out for them, as if desperate to snatch him away to never be seen again.

Gilgamesh actually seemed to be just as shocked as Shirou was, his body rigid in alarm as he stared into the dark void.

'This shouldn't be happening, the torches should have kept him from acting out.' The king thought in panic. 'The mongrel and I have done nothing to cause this, so why? Why would he be so erratic already?'

In a span of a couple of seconds, Gilgamesh came to one possible conclusion. There was an unwelcome guest that needed to be disposed of. But how? Gilgamesh was unable to interact with anything outside of his treasury and all his weapons were locked away. Leaving the intruder to him would only further entice that abomination to be more aggressive, something that Gilgamesh wanted to avoid with zeal.

While Gilgamesh pondered, Shirou began to feel a pulling sensation overwhelm him. There was something he couldn't see or hear that clearly wanted him but it was being held back. Despite not knowing its intentions, Shirou knew it was a way out. One he wouldn't let go to waste.

He was well known for charging into the known after all, and there was no Rin or Saber to stop him this time.

Throwing his hand out, Gilgamesh's face twisted into one of intense focus and determination. The torches flared and the flames grew into an intense tower of heat and light, temporarily halting the advance of the darkness.

Apparently that was all that was needed to yank Shirou out of the void. With the world fading into white, Shirou let the pull take him away.

This was much more difficult than he expected it to be.

Before the bedridden Shirou, a towering figure donning a blue cape and incredibly green skin placed his hands on the boy's temple and his face turned into one of incredulous disbelief. One that did not fit his clearly alien face.

He had never come across a mind like this, one that was so broken, twisted, and, most importantly, unique to such an extent. Each time he felt the semblance of something, it would either sink or fade away from his mental grasp. In an effort to not break the boy's mind, he made sure to only make careful tugs and pulls whenever he came across something.

And that was the way it was for the past hour, an hour that led to new discoveries for the Martian Manhunter and frustration for Batman. J'onn J'onzz was fascinated by the framework of the mind he was gently probing and the flashes of memories he encountered along the way.

It was clear that Shirou was from another world, a world that had its own miracles and heroes. He hadn't come with the goal of seeing his memories, but his random tugs and pulls led to him accidentally witnessing some of Shirou's memories. The boy had his share of battles and struggles, most were a jumble but two stuck out to him.

The battle with a herculean beast and the death-match with a disenchanted hero. The boy was outmatched in both but he still ran in with the intent to save someone, no matter the cost. To prove that his dream to become a hero was NOT WRONG!

J'onn was struck dumb by Shirou's simple goal of saving everyone, a sentiment the he himself had always struggled to maintain. What could have motivated him to be so selfless? Dreams such as these were not those that people can gain without death being involved. Whose death drove him over the edge?

Out of respect for the boy, the martian chose not to search for that memory. The League had countless breaches due to physic attacks and it was not something he would impose on anyone without just cause.

A glaring issue he had though was that he couldn't properly associate all the memories he witnessed to the boy in front of him. There was a strange dissonance between the memories and Shirou that he couldn't figure out. There were a couple of scenarios that clearly involved Shirou, such as the one where his arm is cut off while defending a little girl but J'onn simply could not attach that memory to Shirou. Hell, he couldn't even see how it was reattached.

He had only seen similar dissonances in cases where false memories were implanted, but there was always a tell there. A missing sensation or out of character behavior was enough to tip the scales. But there was no such thing here. These memories were lived, Shirou had lost that arm and yet J'onn couldn't confidently say he did.

It was so disorienting to the martian that he was forced to stall the process to be certain that he wouldn't make any further mistakes, he had a goal to fulfill and that was to wake Shirou up.

Diving back in, he was finally able to grab hold of something. A light that had to be Shirou shone in turbulent darkness. Each tug he tried felt like he was pulling an anchor through a thick sludge, there was some sort of resistance that bogged down the light he held onto.

Not wanting to lose the connection, the psychic patiently continued to tug and pry the light away from the void. That was his strength after all, the ability to patiently wage physic battles of attrition and skill. There was no one in the Justice League who could quite rival the martian in his battleground.

It went without saying that his patience was rewarded, an unforeseen flash of light made the hold of the void loosen on the target and J'onn was ready to swiftly pull it out.

With his goal accomplished, Martian Manhunter left Shirou's mind and stepped away from the hospital bed.

"You were in there longer than I expected, any insight on the problem?" The Dark Knight spoke up.

"His mind... it is much more layered than someone with no psychic abilities ought to have." The martian answered before turning to Batman. "Not that's much of an exception, considering one such case stands before me."

Batman simply grunts as he steps forward to stand next to Martian Manhunter. He stares down at Shirou and grunts once again.

"He will wake up soon-" Groan. "Never mind, he's awake right now."

Sure enough, Shirou's eyelids blearily opened to reveal his heterochromatic eyes and slowly sits up in his bed. Batman inched forward, intent on gaining control of the situation, but Martian Manhunter motioned with his hand to keep his distance. Batman's visor slightly widened but he made no further moves.

"You saw something, didn't you?" Batman observed. "Enough to give this kid a chance."

Martian Manhunter nods and then taps the side of his temple, giving the detective a soft smile.

It was at that moment a loud thud signaled Shirou's full recovery. The poor magus had been sent sprawling on the ground in his haste to get up from the bed.

"Where am I? How did I get here?! Who are you people?!" Shirou speedily questioned as he got to his feet. He pointed to the martian. "What the hell are you?!"

Batman recognized that the boy was getting into a stance, his feet set apart with his left arm aimed at Martian Manhunter. The boy's left hand grabbed his right shoulder as if to brace for recoil.

'Is he preparing some sort of energy blast? Perhaps some kind of incantation? Is this a prerequisite for his conjuring ability or is it just for show?'

He detested how unpredictable magic was, so close to science and yet completely ignorant of the many rules that governed nature. And with the many overlapping and evergrowing branches of magic he came across, he had to keep coming up with more and more contingency plans.

As if there wasn't enough on his plate already!

Almost like he sensed his partner's internal frustration, Martian Manhunter attempts to placate the boy by giving him a blank stare and answering.

"A martian."

Shirou, baffled by such an answer, actually lowered his arm.

"What did you say? I could have sworn you said you were a martian."

"You heard me right, I am what you humans call martian."

Now completely confused, Shirou stares at this tall, green thing and actually tries to reason with it. After all, when did aliens become a thing in the Moonlit World?

"Did your master tell you that? I know Magi are known to be eccentric but no one is that far gone."

"Apologies Shirou Emiya, but I am actually from the planet Mars."

"But that's impossible, there's been no sentient life found there."

"That's probably the case in your universe, our universe is a completely different matter."

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"Eh?"

Falling off that bed probably caused more damage than he expected. How else could he explain the green guy in front of him?

Preparing for battle once he got to his feet, he kept his eye on the new threat alongside the weirdo in the batsuit. He couldn't sense any other presence in the room they were in but he wasn't willing to be fooled by that. That Dead Apostle took him by surprise once using that teleportation of his. Sadly Shirou was unable to determine what kind of Magic it was, he regretted not looking into True Magic.

Information gathering never came naturally to him. That will most likely lead to his downfall.

"What the hell are you?!" He incredulously asked.

The thing's face hadn't changed in the slightest since he woke up. In fact, he expected it to completely ignore his answer so he was surprised when it spoke.

"A martian."

And that was when everything sunk into crazytown.

Not only did aliens exist but when the self proclaimed martian told him that this was a different universe...Shirou could actually begin to see how this was not his world anymore. In the back of his mind, he could no longer sense the barrier that was Gaia. The bow and arrows that he Projected earlier required less Prana than he had expected. The World seemed to no longer resist Magecraft, as if the Age of Gods had returned.

But how could that be? Did his desperate attempt to escape the Grail truly backfire this much?

"If you would like, I can give you a map to verify what I said." The martian offered.

Shirou could simply nod, too engrossed in his thoughts to voice anything. He missed the look the alien gave the Batguy, as if to warn him to play nice, before he left to grab a map.

"You gave us quite the chase." The man stated. "Why would you run like that?"

Shirou shuddered when he recalled that Dead Apostle, that sickening scent that burned and practically screamed danger. Was it even a Dead Apostle? If what that alien said was true, then Shirou would have to rethink his approach to the supernatural.

"I thought one of your friends was a monster." He answered. "That man in the suit... What is he?"

"He is human." The man said after a long pause. "A good man trapped by a horrible curse. One that has aided the Justice League on numerous occasions."

Shirou's eyebrow shot up in interest after those last few words.

"What does this Justice League do?"

The man simply grunts before answering.

"What do you think? We protect those who can't protect themselves."

J'onn J'onzz was a person who found it difficult not to help people, especially when those people were clearly selfless beings who deserved it. Upon coming to this world, he became a detective to solve whatever issues the citizens of the world had whenever he wasn't in his superhero persona. He fully adopted this world and its people as his own, even when they chose to hate him for his alien heritage.

He truly believed in the good that humanity was capable of. He had seen it in action and it never ceased to give him hope for a brighter tomorrow.

That boy in the med bay... J'onn had only seen such devotion in people like Batman or the Flash. Men who would lay down their lives for ordinary strangers, who fought tooth and nail for justice, who always got back up to save others.

And that world he was from, so rife with danger and fantastical events. Is it possible that any threats from his world could have also made the trip?

Either way, he won't let a boy like that fend for himself in this world. Too many factions and individuals would seek to take advantage of him. For now, he had to convince the boy that he had truly pioneered inter-dimensional travel.

Once you think you've heard it all, something even more ludicrous rears its head.

Hopefully, Batman had made use of his time alone with Shirou. J'onn was sure that the detective couldn't help fishing for answers. Maybe he had already mentioned the Justice League to see if the boy would recognize the name.

Knowing him, he most likely did.

Grabbing a holoprojector from the Main Conference room, he downloaded a map of the world. He wanted to use it to show the difference in technological advancements between their worlds to further solidify his argument.

He had what he needed, now to quickly make his way back to the Med Bay.

'Hopefully, Batman hasn't rushed into anything.'

He made it to the entrance of the Med bay when he overheard part of their conversation.

"So you're telling me there's an international team of costumed heroes who save the world from domestic, extraterrestrial, and supernatural threats?"

"For the tenth time, yes!"

Looks like he made it just in time, Batman sounded like he was ready to throw the kid out a window.

"Shirou Emiya, you might want to take a seat."

This is much more serious than a possible concussion, it's a full blown nightmare. It sounded too much like those super sentai shows Fuji-Nee would force him to watch with her whenever she would babysit him.

That was when he was younger, of course... Cross his heart and hope to die.

A world like this was something that belonged only in manga, even if it was the world of heroes he so desperately wished for in the past.

When the green guy came back with a strange palm sized circle, Shirou was curious to see what he had planned. He wasn't disappointed.

The Big Green (He hadn't told Shirou what to call him so Shirou gave him a title) tapped the screen and a large blue hologram sprung into existence in front of him. Shirou hadn't seen anything like it, there was no tech like this back in Fuyuki City.

"Tell me, do you see your home?"

Shirou looked at where Fuyuki City should be but couldn't find it. He motioned for Big Green to zoom in the Ōita prefecture and it still wasn't there!

Even with that city being a hot spot for supernatural wars and skirmishes, it should still be on the map.

'What the hell?! Is this thing broken?'

Reaching out for the circle, Shirou wordlessly asked Big Green to hand it to him. Big Green understood what he wanted and gave it to him.

Shirou then used his Structural Grasping to search for any internal issues. It had to be, how else could it miss Fuyuki City?! The city wasn't the largest but if Taketa made it on the map then its neighbor should be as well!

The internal working of this device were much more complicated than anything he had come across during his time as the Homurahara's Brownie. The closest he's gotten to something like this was when the projector in the Cinema Club broke down but that was light years away from this. He was going in blind, now completely dependent on his Magecraft to identify any issues.

The familiar lines of blue energy outlined the entirety of the devices interior, without coming across any interference, dead ends or damage. It was in perfect condition.

Does that mean Fuyuki City didn't exist?

As much as Shirou hoped this was some bizarre trick on Big Green's part, he couldn't see why he would do that. Shirou had nothing to offer them. No tomes or research, no Magic Crests, not even information.

He could make a good research subject but then they would have kept him restrained. Why bother giving a prisoner a map?!

Looking for his present his present location, Shirou fumble with the hologram until the Batguy huffed with impatience and did it for him. Shirou couldn't keep his disbelief in check.

Apparently, he was in the Hall of Justice in Washington D.C. The Grail spat him out on the other side of the world!

No... If what all the evidence is true, then it spat him out in a different Earth. One where there is a city named Metropolis.

Shirou didn't know if that was due to lack of creativity, blunt honesty, or too much pride.

"I can't find my home. My city isn't even on the map!"

"Maybe if you would tell us the name of the city, we could help." Batguy stressed.

"It's Fuyuki City. Should be in the Ōita Prefecture."

Not even bothering to search for it, the Batguy seemed to already have an answer.

"There is no city with that name. Never has been."

Shirou knew he wouldn't hear the answer he wanted to hear but he had hoped he would be wrong. How was he going to get back now? He can't return the way he came since he broke out of the Grail. Crashing back to the floor, he realized that he might never be able to return.

He might never experience those troublesome moments with Fuji-Nee again.

He might never make breakfast with Sakura again.

He might never see Rin and Saber again.

He still needs to stop Julian.

A sharp jolt of pain hits Shirou's head, almost causing him to yell in agony. But just as quickly as it comes, it disappears.

'Where do these thoughts come from? What did the Grail do to me?!'

"Do not lose hope Shirou Emiya." A voice calls, interrupting Shirou's train of thought.

Shirou looked up to see Big Green gazing down on him in what looked like...empathy? After Shirou had attacked his friends and could offer nothing in return for aid, he didn't expect this guy to be so concerned about him.

"We will find a way to help you return to your world. Otherwise I can't call myself a hero."

The Batguy didn't seem to appreciate what Big Green was promising and was quick to make it clear.

"But we expect you to follow our instructions without question. If your world doesn't have an equivalent of the Justice League, then that means you aren't aware of how dangerous this world can be."

Shirou got back up to his feet and tried to think of what to say. This way, he could get resources and aid in his search for a way home. These people were able to pinpoint his arrival in this world, surely they can find a way to get him home.

'I just have to play it smart, what would Rin do?'

She would most likely gather information, collect resources, and make way to what equivalent there is to the Mage's Association so that she can search for a way home. If these people were willing to even provide some form of pay, it's better than begging on the street.

"Thank you, please take care of me." Shirou said, bowing his head.

Batguy almost choked.

Location Unknown

Time Unknown

Five years. Five long, hard years.

He had waited for so long to finally reach this level. Training, plotting, gathering resources and allies, all for the opportunity to get revenge.

The agony of his death, the hell that was his resurrection, the pain he felt when he found that he was replaced. Forgotten. He will finally be able to crush that man and show him just how much he hurt him.

The figure got up from his seat in the dark room he was in, illuminated only by the moonlight that crept in through the lone window. He was familiar enough with the dark to properly navigate his way through.

His hands were occupied with the thin object in his hand, obsessively cleaning it as if it could provide a sufficient distraction.

"Now, my death will no longer be meaningless."

Without warning, the figure threw the object in his hands at the wall. The object cut through the air with a resounding shwish before it stabbed into the wall across him.

There on the wall, two pictures were put on display with one having been stabbed through by what looked to be a military grade dagger. The one to the left was a low quality cut out of a newspaper article, featuring a powerfully built man in a dark suit of armor and a cape.

The one to the right, the one that was hit by the dagger, was the mugshot of a phsycohtic pale man with a freakishly wide smile.

Hey hey hey, the prodigal author returns. And with a longer chapter too.

A good number of you have advised that I avoid putting Shirou in the League, and honestly I agree with each and every one of you on why Shirou wouldn't fit in the group. But I still want him to have a legitimate reason to not be with the League. I want him to build relationships with the members before he inevitably leaves.

The most interesting aspect of Shirou (to me at least) is how he fights for his philosophy. Especially with those who know him closely, like Archer or Rin. So those of you who said he shouldn't be in the League, he won't be a member for long so be patient with me.

See ya next time

~SupaSayajin