Shirō Emiya ⚔ Hero of Justice

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Basic Information

Name: Shirō Emiya
Alias: Hero of Justice & Archer
Gender: Male
Age: Nineteen
Clan: Surgebinder
Alignment: Lawful Good

Looks: Since becoming a Surgebinder, Shirō's degrading and deteriorating appearance, such as his whitening hair, greying eyes, and gradually tanning skin along the left side of his body, has completely reverted to their original, truest state, revealing a vibrant warmth from the hopeful youth, with his short, spiky auburn hair, golden brown eyes, and naturally fair skin. This reversion is seemingly a side-benefit to his body being infused with overwhelming amounts of Prana, which personally manifests itself from Shirō in the form of a blueish energy, almost azurian in it's hue, with encapsulating silver stars glittering throughout, indicative of his unshakable belief in the righteousness of his actions. His build and general frame, while seemingly thin and frail, hides an iron-wrought core of unfathomable strength. Additionally, since becoming a Radiant, due to the influence of Prana in his system, Shirō's body can also usually be seen covered in a circuit-like tattoo pattern, with a blueish-green hue. This is thanks to a unique full-body Summoning Tattoo Shirō discovered, which allows him to perform a unique, Taijutsu orientated variation of the Summoning Jutsu.

With the change in his physical appearance, and overall lifestyle as one of the Knights Radiant, Shirō's choice in regards to his outfit, and thus his attitude towards his own protection, has also changed. Where he once donned the appearance of a regular civilian, he has since taken a more practical and serious approach to his self-preservation, now wearing an outfit he refers to as the "Garb of the Red Plains". Consisting of a black body armour made from a sturdy kevlar-like material, which is composed of a black tight and sleeveless shirt with sliver accents that outline his muscles, and a silver plate on his collar, which connect to a pair of black pants that have two black straps on his thighs, and another two strapped around his shins separate from each other. Attached to these are small compact pouches that contain the tools of his trade, not as a Shinobi, but a defender of the peace, and, to him, a true Hero of Justice. He wears black, silver plated shoes, which appear to be attached to his pants. Additionally he dons a form of shroud/ mantle, which is essentially a single crimson sleeve, or brassard, which is worn on his left arm, leaving his right arm completely exposed. The brassard is tied around the right portion of his torso with a white aiguillette, a form of ceremonial braid, and tied with an agemaki knot, giving it an undeniably noble air. Additionally, Shirō wears a crimson fauld-like skirt, which is held in place with a plain white sash, tied with another agemaki knot. To top his outfit off, he wears a crimson headband which is tied in a haphazard knot on the right side of his head, leaving the two ends to dance with the breeze as he readies a shot. This headband is primarily used to keep his hair from disrupting his vision, such as interrupting his aim as he takes aim with his bow.

Personality: In tandem with his physical restoration, Shirō's mentality has undergone several changes as well. Whereas he once believed that, given the right circumstances, he would slaughter as many people as it took to save even one life, especially if that life belonged to one he loved, this is no longer the case. After an especially brutal fight, wherein this mentality almost consumed him, and cost him, and many others, their lives, he met a Knight from an ancient order who showed him the foolishness of this mentality, causing him to revert to that ideal which he held above all others. The true "Hero of Justice". He now spends every day in pursuit of that goal, saving any and all he can, while doing everything in his power to ensure no lives, no matter whose they are, are lost. Additionally, unlike his previous self, he will no longer exchange his own life for those in need, as this would ultimately result in the end of his own life, preventing him from saving future lives from ruin, and death. Instead of rushing aimlessly into combat with reckless abandon, he instead acts with direct purpose, always seeking alternative outcomes to those that are less preferable. While still learning to keep his cool when lives are on the line, he is a natural at choosing the best path towards saving any and all lives.

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"That night was... Cold... But what I left behind was... So much colder..."

Despite facing a nigh-insurmountable trauma early in his life, Shirō is a kind, compassionate and rather empathetic person. He never hesitates to enter dangerous situations if it means saving someone. This desire to help others is his most prevalent personality trait, but he can also be untrusting, should someone give him enough reason, and even jealous of others, especially when it comes to comparing his convictions against theirs. Despite these, to most anyone he meets, he is typically respectful, if not downright gentlemanly, and endearing, always offering and willing to be a listening ear to people's troubles. He is also a very stubborn, and driven person, as evident by the pursuit of his personal goal and promise. And to go along with this stubbornness, Shirō has the adamant tendency to defend his own goals without hesitation, even if others believe they are wrong, usually resulting in hassle for the one questioning his beliefs.

Birth, Affiliation, Rank & Jutsu Information

Village of Birth: Unknown
Village of Alliance: Avalon
Ninja Rank: S-Class Health: 1000 Chakra: 1000
Specialties: Prana ⚔ Taijutsu ⚔ Kenjutsu

Katon: Complete
Fūton: Complete
Raiton: Complete
Doton: Complete
Suiton: Complete

Ototon: Complete

Ritsuton: Creator

Ninjutsu: Complete
Taijutsu: Complete
Genjutsu: Complete
Kenjutsu: Complete

Prana

M. Wolf Contract & Arts
Griffin Contract & Arts

Renewal Taekwondo
Basic NB Taijutsu: In Training



History & Background Information

Waking up in an unfamiliar room, in an unknown Land, with no recollection of how one arrived there is a most alien sensation, especially to a Shinobi, and yet some were completely oblivious, or perhaps wilfully ignorant, of this rather common occurrence. However, Shirō Emiya was neither a Shinobi, nor completely blind to the world around him. As he found himself staring up at a rustic ceiling from an unfamiliar bed, staring off into the rather shoddy furnishings provided by the Blood Tavern, he had far too many questions to ask them all. Instead, one large question would attempt to answer them all in one go. "Where am I?". It was a simple enough question, with an even easier answer, and one happily provided to him by the owner of the Blood Tavern, the best lodgings one could find on Crimson State Island. And yet this only left Shirō with more questions. How did he get here? Is this an island? He could neither swim great distances, nor walk on water like fledgling Shinobi are taught to at a young age. Did he acquire passage here on a ship? If so, for what purpose? And why this Tavern specifically? It seemed to be home to many "less-than-reputable" types. Not exactly his crowd... As he approached many patrons to ask them if they knew anything in general, they quickly dismissed the young man with a laugh, or threats of violence. One such confrontation forced Shirō to try and defend himself, yet as he extended his arm to try and "project" one of his blades, nothing happened. As Shirō was, understandably, confused, the vagabond-type tried to assault him. Luckily enough Shirō wasn't completely helpless without his blades, as he was almost as proficient in hand-to-hand combat as he was in swordsmanship. It took some effort, but he was able to fend the man off without severely injuring him, but yet another question was presented to the optimistic youth. Why couldn't he "project", or more specifically, summon one of his blades? So many questions, and yet the only answer he had recieved up to this point was the name of the unknown island he found himself on. Figuring that, if he stuck around, he'd soon find himself in more trouble than was worth it, he sought a way to get off of Crimson State Island, ideally seeking passage back to the main land, or, if it was at all possible, to get as close to Jiro Island as possible. It didn't take long before a seemingly perfect opportunity arrived, with a cry, and the fluttering of heavy wing-beats. A tall, seemingly slightly older, young man arrived, via a Griffin of all things, and landed on the island right before him, as though transportation via mythical creature were nothing to him. If Shirō could hitch a ride with the majestic mythical beast, his problems would be solved, but as he approached the young man seemingly calling the shots, he soon discovered that this black-haired man was no different than the majority of the patrons that gathered at this veritable cesspool disguised as a Tavern. With naught but hostility, and threats of violence from the young man, despite the more kind tone and apologetic words from his canine companion, Shirō realized that this man didn't care about helping another, and instead diverted his attention elsewhere...

After a few days of searching, and waiting, a new mysterious man appeared on the island, one clad in armour black as night, with several rumours about his suspected nature spreading through the Tavern like wildfire. Almost all of them suggesting that this new "Black Knight" was actually the leader of an infamous, and quickly rising faction known as "Kurogakure, the Village of Darkness". An unsurprising majority of these rumours pegged Kurogakure as one unified force of destruction, but a sparse few saw them as a sort of freedom fighter, seeking to liberate the Ninja World from the shackles imposed on it by the Great Village system. That, despite all outward appearances, they were apparently trying to end the Era of the Great Ninja Wars, the same system that has seen smaller Villages pay the price for the Great Villages grievances. With little to lose, Shirō decided to approach this man, and form his own opinion of this individual, and perhaps gleam some truth about his group. If they truly revealed themselves to be nothing but one of many in a roving band of murderers and thieves, Shirō would make his opinion of him, and the justice he stood for, crystal clear. However, if he were to discover that the minority of the rumours were the truth, and these people did indeed fight for their own brand of freedom, Shirō may not agree with their methods in any sense, but their cause would be, by some twisted stretch of the imagination, just. As Shirō approached, and began to strike a conversation with the man, he found him no different than someone one might bump into on the street of any given Village, in addition to possessing some "unique" opinions on the nature of trust, and loyalty. After some extended discussion between the two, the man, introducing himself as Kaname, agreed to help Shirō leave this island, taking him where he needed to go, but not without confirming the rumours passed around through the Tavern. Kaname was indeed a member of Kurogakure, but not the "Mad King" as most people were speculating, though they apparently shared similar tastes in attire and the like if he were so easily confused for his Leader. Imitation is the highest form of flattery after all... Soon though, Shirō began to somewhat regret his request for help, for as soon as Kaname promised his aid, one of his allies from Kurogakure arrived. Tensions quickly rose as Shirō directly challenged their beliefs and methods, but knew that he wouldn't be able to change people so set in their ways. Not at his current level anyway... After a small amount of banter between the three, yet more of Kuro's allies, this time one with far more apparent sway within the group, arrived. Shirō was beginning to feel completely outnumbered, outmatched, and that this was more than what he had bargained for. And this was apparently what Kaname and Aizen were intending with all of their banter, waiting for more of their allies to arrive. As Shirō and the members of Kurogakure that had assembled at the Blood Tavern departed, Shirō couldn't help but wonder why exactly they had gathered in the first place. Was this an indicator of an impending attack? If so, is that where they were going, and helping Shirō was simply a simple stop along the way? This concerned Shirō a great deal, as he would no doubt thoughtlessly step-in, should any lives be put in harms way, as was his nature. And so, with a veritable entourage, Shirō and the group of the most unlikely travelling companions set sail, heading West...

The voyage itself wasn't very long, as there were few stops between Crimson State Island, and Shirō's ultimate destination; a small, almost completely unknown mass of land far to the south of the Land of Wind, well beyond the reach of the Great Nations, and further than most cared to sail, or travel. This speck of dirt that juts out from the blue of the Nanmen Ocean held very little value to anyone these days. Where it was once home to a small number of peaceful humans, it was discovered by wandering Samurai, and warriors from various lands. Due to the low population, and thus, reduced chance of collateral damage, it quickly becoming a hotspot for duels, or battles to settle grudges. Perpetual fighting soon enveloped the island, forcing the few people that lived there to abandon their homes, fleeing the island. Over the centuries, as the blood of countless warriors seeped into the land, while the endless supply of arms rusted across the entirety of the land, the entire island eventually rotted away to a wasteland-like hellscape, with only dry, cracked earth, and countless blades, and weapons driven into the ground, like grave markers for the fallen. This new appearance, and lack of former inhabitants, forced the warriors who gathered at the island to christen it with a new name, as the old one was all but lost. They named it the Land of Blades. It was only fitting, since the entire land was covered from end to end with countless weapons, and was the only reason people would travel to this place now; to wage war, and settle their petty squabbles with their blades. As they arrived, seeing a long, nigh endless coastline, with a veritable fence, or wall, of blades to greet them. Shirō asked that they remain on the boat, to preserve the reason of his travel here, and ensure they couldn't use it against him. As he passed by many swords, some of which appeared familiar, either due to being spoken of in legend, or as he had seen them during one of his previous travels to the island, he maintained a singular direction, for the exact center of the island. Only he knew exactly what lay in store for any who ventured there, but some could have hazarded a guess, as shortly upon departing, the entirety of the Land of Blades was covered in similar black markings, before being shrouded in a bright blue light. Unbeknownst to the members of Kurogakure, Shirō's "projections" were nothing more than a simple Summoning, all of which originated from this island, with it's near-infinite arsenal to draw from. Since he awoke from his slumber on Crimson State Island, something had been preventing his "projections", and thus, he was forced to investigate the island itself, to see if the Contract with the Land had been broken, or interfered with. Shortly after fixing whatever apparent problem there was, and indeed confirming that his projections worked once more by summoning a nearby blade into his hand, before releasing the Summoning, he made his way back to the boat, his actions careful and sluggish, as he had clearly gone past his body's limits due to his actions at the center of the island. Chakra control never really was his forte after all...

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"A Land of infinite, master-less swords, but if you ask me... They're more like graves."

Much like the journey to the Land of Blades, the journey back was rather uneventful. As the members of Kurogakure had jumped ship as it were, somewhere between Jiro Island and the Land of Sea, leaving Shirō to his own devices for the remainder of the trip. Naturally this put Shirō at ease, although he didn't do much with his metaphorical freedom from the constant, looming threat of a "purge" from the Kurogakurians. Besides his daily training, taking time every night of the voyage to attempt to gain some sense of control over his Chakra by using his Chakra to summon one of his blades, he kept to himself as much as possible, conserving as much strength as he could, before moving on. Just like back on the Land of Blades, Shirō successfully projected multiple blades over the course of the next few nights, until he reached the last port in his admittedly short quest; Crimson State Island. Before departing from the ship, the captain informed Shirō that their vessel made frequent supply runs back and forth between the main land, operating out of the Lands of Wind and Fire, and the various islands in the South, such as the Land of Sea, and Crimson State Island, but they were always happy to make some extra money on the side taking on extra passengers. So if Shirō ever needed help getting around, the offer was open. With a smile, and a wave of appreciation, Shirō hopped off the vessel, and headed back to the Blood Tavern. With no worries in regards to how to get off of the island, and the link between himself and his weapons restored, Shirō had time to actually enjoy the sights this small, unassuming island. Truly, to the heart seeking freedom, this island may as well be a prison surrounded by water, but at least it was a pretty prison... As he was just about to turn in to the Tavern, Shirō noticed an odd sight, instilling him with an all-too familiar sense of dread, terror and overwhelming fear... Just a short distance from the Tavern itself lay a sea of bodies, bloodied, bruised, battered, beaten and ground into the dirt... The ground itself, splintered, fractured, broken, burying many of the people under mounds of dirt and heaps of rock... Shirō couldn't even hazard a guess at what would possess someone to do... Whatever this was!! The patrons of the Tavern may not have been the politest of company to keep, but none of them deserved to be attacked in what seemed like a one-sided slaughter... It was... Disgusting... And it reminded Shirō of a sight he'd rather forget... Rushing into the Tavern, Shirō immediately informed the Barkeep of the mass graveyard that was slowly being formed not a couple of hundred feet from their establishment. This being news to him, the Barkeep rushed outside with the young man, some of the other staff members and a number of patrons, and began recovering the injured...

Once the injured had been recovered, and treatment had began, Shirō began canvassing the area, asking around to see if anyone knew who would do such a thing, or why the group had gathered in the first place. It took no small amount of asking around, but eventually Shirō began to piece together what had transpired. According to eyewitness accounts, the young man Shirō met the other day, the one who had arrived via Griffin, had taken to using the island, and more specifically, the forests surrounding the Tavern, as a sort of training ground. Many detailed bizarre instances of snowfall during the middle of hot, summer days. Others told of violent tremors, the likes of which were comparable to a powerful earthquake. Many of the Tavern's patrons had developed a disliking to these acts, and the one who was causing them, and decided to band together to, in the words of one colourful gentleman, "Teach 'im a lesson he wouldn't soon forget.". Seemingly the dark haired man took offence to this, and decided to offer a counter-lesson instead. According to one of the injured, the guy was there one second, and the next, the ground beneath his feet was broken, and the group was thrown in the air, as the ground beneath them was torn apart. The red-eyed guy who did this was, by all accounts, a monster... Shirō had no choice but to agree with them. Despite the groups intent of harm upon this one person, the actions of this suspected Uchiha, both before his departure, and during, were unforgivable. Shirō didn't care that he blew him off when he was in need, but this, this was barbaric. The attempted murder of so many people, even if they meant to do him harm? It wouldn't be long before he made the leap to the taking of innocent lives, much like the ideology of those in Kurogakure... As difficult as it would be, Shirō decided he would attempt and confront this person, and see for himself exactly how far-gone he was. Before he left, Shirō was able to gather a few more pieces of intel from patrons of the Tavern. One of the most relevant and important pieces of information came from one of the residents, who recalled a discussion held many months back between this black haired, red eyed individual, and another man by the name of Yoshimune, whom addressed the black haired youth as "Shayde Uchiha", solidifying his identity as one of the Uchiha clan's survivors, and one who, until very recently, been a loyal member of Konohagakure. Though not many cared, he had left Konoha in quite the state, destroying the Mansion in a fiery blaze, killing dozens, if not hundreds in the process. The more Shirō heard, the more convinced he was that this man was hurtling towards choices he could not, and perhaps would not, recover from. Attacking the men outside of the Tavern was one thing, bu defection on top of senseless murder? It wouldn't be long before this "Shayde" became a serious threat to the innocents of the world, not that he wasn't already... But with all he could gather from the Blood Tavern, Shirō made haste for the port once more, to take up the Captain's offer of a lift back to the main land. His first stop; the Land of Fire.

Despite several days of travel and inquiries within the Land of Fire, Shirō couldn't gather even a modicum of information about this "Shayde". Either he was very good at covering his tracks, and tying up loose ends, or he was very secretive. At any rate, it seemed as though the only answer was to go straight to the source. It took some convincing, and almost cost him his life upon the mention of Shayde's name, but Shirō was granted permission to travel within Konohagakure, for the purpose of gathering information about Shayde, provided he either bring him back to the Village to face punishment for his crimes, or that his body be completely erased from existence, as it contained various secrets about Konohagakure, such as the kinds of medicines they used, and especially the secrets of his Sharingan. Konohagakure didn't need their enemies to get access to that accursed Dōjutsu, which has caused so much death and destruction, so they hired Shirō, essentially, like a bounty hunter. Shirō agreed he would try and bring Shayde back alive, as he didn't believe in unnecessary killing, though, in this case, he might just have to take a life in order to preserve so many more... And this both frightened, and repulsed him. In his inquiries, Shirō happened upon a stunning swordswoman, who apparently had a history with Shayde. Not only were they once apparently close friends, they also shared a rather strong student-teacher bond, and one of a very small number Shayde had actually managed to keep intact over the years. They had taught each other quite a lot over the course of their relationship, but after one particularly difficult mission, word had reached Shayde that the woman, Artoria, had apparently fallen in battle. This, combined with several other reasons, were, presumably, what catalysed his violent defection from the Village, and sparked his rather rapid descent into the darkness of the Ninja World. Loss can do that to a Shinobi... Despite now understanding his motivations, Shirō still couldn't empathize with the man he was setting out to face, and perhaps kill. Sensing something familiar in Shirō, Artoria imparted him with a tattoo, one that made him a signer of the Griffin contract. Shirō explained how his lack of Chakra control made it nearly impossible to perform the Summoning Jutsu, except in his own, unique way of summoning blades, but Artoria imparted this mark all the same. At the very least, if Shayde attempted to use the Griffin contract against Shirō, they would see this mark, and refuse to attack one of their own, indirectly protecting Shirō in his rapidly approaching engagement, in a way only she could. After a few more stops, such as the local cuisine known as "Ichiraku Ramen", Shirō gathered there wasn't much more he could find here, and Shayde's trail was getting colder every day. So, with every avenue of inquiry exhausted here, Shirō set out, informing the Hokage of his planned routes, and stops along the way. With nothing else left to do, Shirō left the Land of Fire, travelling to various corners of the Ninja World, following any and all leads on Shayde. It wasn't until a few days later that Shirō heard that, almost immediately after leaving, Kurogakure had all but wiped out Konohagakure, and that Shayde was among the few Shinobi that were spotted... Shirō cursed his luck, and made a beeline straight for what remained of the Leaf Village. Upon reaching the once-Village of Konoha, it was vividly clear that Kurogakure intended to uphold their reputation for the unbiased and unprejudiced slaughter and destruction of everyone and everything that didn't abide by their own warped sense of reality. With virtually nothing left of Konohagakure, Shirō knew that simply standing amongst the ashes, gawking at the remains of the Village helped absolutely no one... Instead, he would tackle this threat at it's source, the Land of Moon. He wasn't entirely enthused with opposing the members he met previously, but there was no other choice left to him now. He made a frenzied dash to the South-East of the Land of Fire, believing his wisest course of action to be to travel through the Land of Noodles, then across Nagi and O'uzu Island, before assailing the Land of Moon directly. But it seemed as though fate smiled upon the heroic imposter, for before he even reached the border between the Lands of Fire and Noodles, Shirō noticed some rather bizarre weather anomalies, similar to the ones Shayde apparently caused on Crimson State Island. Light overcast clouds rapidly converted into dark, heavy clouds, with light snowfall making way for an overbearing blizzard. This was surely an indication that Shayde was, for one reason or another, still within the Land of Fire. Perhaps he stayed behind to see to the Village's destruction itself, or perhaps he was simply the last one out. Either way, it didn't matter. Shirō would confront this wayward Shinobi, once and for all...

Shirō fought through extreme, gradually increasing difficult weather conditions, akin to snowstorm, indeed suggesting that Shayde was still within the Land of Fire, and that Shirō was getting closer with every drop in temperature, and increase in loss of vision. Thankfully there weren't many people who lived in this section of the Land of Fire. According to what little Shirō could gleam from the Village, while it still stood that is, the only place of worth in this corner of the Land of Fire was a small, unassuming shack, that was actually a disguised Outpost for Bounty Hunters. At least if this encounter turned hostile, there wasn't any innocents who could get in the way... After, what felt like hours, Shirō began to feel the conditions let up, first gradually, before abruptly all but disappearing, save some light snowfall. At first Shirō thought that this occurred because Shayde had utilized some form of instantaneous transportation, but upon a second glance, he noticed that the abnormal conditions were still present, just not within this small, vague radius, with a faint cyan light emitting from a single point straight ahead. This was it... The metaphorical, and literal eye of the storm... Several weeks of intel gathering, following rumours, and arduous tracking, and it was all about to come to a head, right here and now...

Despite the improved visibility, the area itself was still blanketed in snow and ice several feet thick. For an Uchiha, a clan known for their Fire Release Jutsu, to have this much sway in the field of snow, and ice? This was undoubtedly more of the Yuki Clan's area of expertise. Even Shirō, as inadept as he was, could tell that something was clearly amiss here... And it would appear that he would have his answers, for immediately ahead there was an unmistakably familiar silhouette. A tall shadow, with rugged, unkempt hair, and a small, canine-like figure trailing off to the side. The tall one was no doubt Shayde, while the canine was almost assuredly the one who apologized for Shayde's behaviour back on Crimson State Island. From Shayde exuded a powerful, and clearly visible aura of blue flames, which stretched up into the sky, and was seemingly acting as the catalyser for the anomalous blizzard. Upon seeing this, Shirō immediately picked up the pace, attempting to get close enough to engage in a dialogue, while still remain far enough away that he could react to anything the rogue might pull. As he neared them however, it appeared as though he was made, as Shayde's canine companion's ears flickered, before he turned around, then looked back up at Shayde, whom then immediately halted his steady, deliberate pace. Shirō responded in kind, as he summoned a pair of blades, just in case. As the two locked eyes, Shirō could have sworn he could make out faint traces of frozen tears, or at least in the spots where there wasn't clear signs of ash, filth, blood and general viscera. The worst portions seemed to be either directly on, or surrounding the Uchiha's right arm, as the entirety of the right side of his body was drenched and stained a deep crimson red, most definitely in blood... Clearly, it seemed like Shayde was undoubtedly right handed, so it was probably wise to steer clear of that general direction... As the two of them conversed for a few moments, Shirō learned a few things, the most important of which being that, despite wanting to help him, Shayde was beyond too far gone. After showing a complete lack of empathy, or remorse for his actions, especially given the scale of events he was just involved in, that left Shirō with no other option. He would, reluctantly, take a life, in order to save the untold lives that this unstable Shinobi was bound to end over the course of the rest of his life.

The two stared each other down for a moment, but as Shirō began to raise his arm, Shayde responded in kind, slowly, and seemingly pained to do so, activated his Sharingan. As Shirō began to slowly close his open hand, appearing to grab the handle of a sword that was not there, Shayde's wolves, three of which were either hiding on his person, or at his feet, began to disperse, retreating to as safe a distance as they could manage given the climate in the surrounding area. With a vibrant flash Shirō summoned several blades, almost all of which slowly began to orbit him as he held a single, elegant longsword in his right hand, which was enveloped in a dense shroud of Chakra, assuring Shayde that he would meet his end here...

In an instant, the two charged at each other, Shirō doing everything he could to avoid the Uchiha's gaze directly, knowing that it would spell his end, even though intel from Konohagakure stated that Shayde wasn't an Illusion-type fighter. He preferred straight out brawls, banking on an unusually high level of stamina, and overwhelming endurance to outlast his opponents. But this intel was from a time when Shayde was a Konohagakure Shinobi, and clearly, things have changed since then... As the two exchanged their first blows, Shirō used the majority of his summoned blades to reinforce his left flank, because, clearly, the Uchiha favoured his right side, and upon making contact, learned two things. First, no matter how much force he put behind them, Shirō's blades couldn't slice any deeper than a few millimetres into the Uchiha's skin before abruptly, and indefinitely, stopping. Clearly, this was beyond what the rumours described, and the Uchiha had a body of steel, to withstand such swings so easily. The second thing Shirō learned was a realization that would come almost too late to count. The Uchiha was almost entirely shrouded in flames that burned with a harsh freezing aura. As Shirō used what strength he could to push away from the Uchiha, and gain as much distance as he could, as he landed, he checked his arm, and saw that it was almost completely encased in a thin layer of ice, as though Shayde's flames didn't generate heat, but somehow absorbed it instead. Seconds passed before Shirō looked back up to Shayde, only to have his field of vision quickly overcome by several fireballs, as he caught a simple glimpse of Shayde, hands gathered to weave the Horse Seal, and had taken the opportunity granted by Shirō's decision to back off to fire several small, high-speed fireballs, with the same blue colouration, and cold properties as the flames he was engulfed by. With no time to think, or even attempt to avoid them, the only option open to Shirō was to outright counter them. Despite being a novice, even Shirō knew that firing Jutsu of such a small size, in tandem with their speed, meant that Shayde had no doubt sacrificed the power and durability of the projectiles. With a dire, instinctual counter, Shirō used the blades orbiting him to directly counter, using the blades to target each fireball individually, aiming for the centre of each in an attempt to cause each to disperse without a sufficient core. Instead, as the blades barely made contact with the fireballs, the small, contained projectiles erupted into a large explosion, indicating that the fireballs were merely compressed. Shirō still thanked his luck that he only caught the edges of the blasts, for if the fireballs had detonated upon direct contact, Shirō was certain he would have been completely frozen to his core, and rendered to a mere ice sculpture... But now a new obstacle was in his way. The fact that the explosions cause by the fireballs not only affected his line of sight with the Uchiha, making it impossible to predict, or avoid his next move, he also couldn't charge directly at Shayde now either, unfortunate, given Shirō was only truly proficient in close-range combat, due to his own shortcomings. As he took several strides backwards, shaking off ask and snow from the detonation of the fireballs, he heard a loud, booming "poof", before the unmistakable swooshing of something large and heavy tearing it's way through the air. Instinctively, Shirō pulled whatever remained of his blades, after being engulfed in the cold flames of Shayde's Jutsu, back to him, swapping them out for fresh, unbroken blades, and had them once more orbit around his person. Still hearing that low, loud swooshing sound, fearing the worst, Shirō began to back-pedal as fast as he could, still keeping Shayde's general direction in view, to see what he was up to now. Not a moment later, Shirō could hear the ground being torn asunder, ripped up by some massive force, and within seconds, he saw the shadow of a giant paw eclipsing his field of view as it blew away the flames from the earlier Jutsu as though they were nothing. With no sign of stopping, and knowing that to stay where he was on the ground was a death sentence, Shirō thought about the best way to avoid the incoming limb. As he watched the paw grow ever closer, he watched his blades, which were incorporeal for the moment, orbit into his field of view, and immediately knew how to both avoid this new threat, and get close enough to land a killing blow.

Leaping into the air, Shirō then had one of his blades gravitate towards his feet, before he kicked off of the translucent shape of a blade, forcing the true weapon to appear, giving him a temporary foothold, allowing him to kick off of the blade, before it disappeared once more, and returned to him. Shirō performed this manoeuvre multiple times consecutively, allowing him to climb almost indefinitely, though this method of evasion was rather taxing, both in terms of the physical effort required to leap off of blades in rapid succession, and the Chakra required to constantly have the blades orbit him, be manipulated to where they are needed to be, then summoned as he made contact with them. However tiring, the method worked, as the giant paw, which upon further inspection was only just that, a paw. There was no wolf it was attached to, as though only this one specific part of the beast was summoned. Looking ever closer, Shirō could make out Shayde's position and posture, even from as high as he was, and saw that the Uchiha was performing a very similar action with his own arm, as though the paw was mimicking his attack. This thought was then confirmed as Shayde saw Shirō, retracting his arm, as his target had apparently evaded his intended attack, and the paw quickly vanished along with this retraction. With the immediate danger now gone, Shirō kicked off another one of his blades, this time in Shayde's direction, letting himself regain some stamina by falling through the air instead of the rather taxing, and as of right this second aptly named, "airdance" technique. As he did so, he swapped out some of the weapons for a more diverse set of weapons, including a Yin-Yang-like pair of short-swords, blood-red lance, tower great shield with cross-leitmotif, and a colossal blade, carved from a heap of onyx-like rock, as, clearly, Shayde was a worthy opponent to utilize these "higher-tier" weapons, with their own legendary names, tales and statuses, on. Anything less would be both an insult, and insufficient for the task at hand. As Shirō fell through the air, gaining speed and distance, growing ever closer to his target with every second, Shirō could make out some seemingly small, subtle movements from the rogue Shinboi. His arms wer emitting a faint, blue glow, as his hands were being slowly balled into a fist, and he drew his arms back. Was he readying another attack, aiming to shoot Shirō out of the air? Shirō couldn't know for sure, so he readied himself for another airdance, and was glad he did so, as not a moment later, as he apparently entered whatever range limit Shayde's technique possessed, as Shayde let loose another single swing of his fists, before a flurry of blows seemingly came from thin air. This time, instead of a single, titanic paw, there were dozens, if not hundreds of "regular" sized wolf claws, assaulting Shirō from Shayde's general direction, spread over a wide area, seemingly in an attempt at discouraging, or even preventing Shirō from advancing, or getting close. This time, with his new-found evasive abilities fresh in his mind, Shirō charged straight ahead, darting and weaving through the attacks, nimbly dodging every strike, as though he were threading a needle.

With every swipe dodged, every inch gained, Shayde's expression grew more and more exasperated, showing clearer signs of anger and rage at the apparent inability to connect even once with this, one of his fastest attacks, and consecutive flurry of blows. Whoever this pipsqueak was, there was no way he should have been able to avoid his first, colossal attack, never mind the countless attacks he was throwing his way, and yet there he was, effortlessly spiralling, twisting and leaping through an endless salvo of consecutively summoned strikes, as though the entire sequence was an expertly choreographed show of grace, for an audience of powerless hicks. He should have been mince meat by now, not sliding his way through an attack that shouldn't have been required in the first place. And as Shirō slid his way through the last "wave" of strikes, giving him a clear path towards Shayde, the latter had reached his boiling point. With both the consecutive summoning strikes, and gigantic, all-encompassing attack being rendered useless by this stupidly simplistic method of kicking off of weapons that orbited his opponent, Shayde figured it was about time to switch strategies. At this point he was simply wasting what little reserves remained of his Chakra from the assault on Konoha, and the red-haired kid clearly wanted a face-to-face brawl, so the smartest course of action was to acquiesce with the brats death wish... Discontinuing his jabs, returning his arms to his side and keeping them there, Shayde redistributed what remained of his Chakra, channelling and spreading it evenly across his entire body, focussing on his various muscles, using Chakra to enhance their durability to superhuman levels. The brat could slash and hack and carve all he wanted, but the injuries Shayde would receive now were limited to the purely superficial. No matter what else happened, Shirō couldn't land a fatal blow now. Not with those weapons of his. Not now... But clearly this information was lost on the young Hero, for as soon as the attacks stopped, he made a direct line for his opponent, unaware of the futility his attacks would carry now, ironically set to mirror Shayde's own inability to connect a hit... Careening through the air, until he made footfall mere meters from Shayde, Shirō flicked his wrist, pulling one of his incorporeal weapons into view, before grasping an incredibly thick, heavy handle, which was attached to a heaving slab of rock, one side of which had been crudely carved to resemble a swords' blade, in the loosest possible definition imaginable. As this was occurring, Shayde, following Shirō's movements intermittently through his continually failing Sharingan, began to feel an uncontrollable spasm in his right arm, as it began moving on it's own, the skin ripping and tearing itself, revealing the flesh, muscle and sinew beneath. As the bones twisted and snapped, no blood was spilled, instead seeming as though this monstrous transformation was a natural phenomena, like blinking, or balling ones fist, though the sensation still replaced Shayde's façade with a worried, yet unsurprised, expression. As though he had experienced this process before, that this was something that was out of his control, or he was not comfortable with, and the end results were unpleasant to witness. Within moments, the sickening snapping of bones, and tearing of flesh stopped, revealing a crude, tentacle-like appendage where the regular, unsuspecting arm once was. Towards the end of each tentacle was a hardened, sharpened bone-like formation, which appeared to be a perfect instrument for slicing through flesh. With the combined defence of his iron-hard muscles, and the perfect tool for tearing through flesh, Shayde smiled as Shirō took one last step, before making a frenzied leap for him. Like a lamb to slaughter, he was bound to be torn to ribbons before he even got close... On the other hand, Shirō was already twelve steps ahead, planning every single subtle shift in his momentum, calculating every breath, absorbing every minute movement from Shayde's disfigured right arm. As he takes that final leap, time seems to stand still... Flying. No, suspended in air, unable to breathe as his head overclocks, breaking down every last detail of the next few seconds;

1st Second

Less than 5 meters between me and him.
The range of his arm exceeds this distance. He's holding himself back, to end this in a single strike.
It'll take me less than 3 seconds to close this distance. Therefore...
The outcome of this battle will be decided within the next 3 seconds!!

My mind's clear.
I know the scope of my own power.
Projection utilizing a basic Summoning concept.
Inheritance of techniques and stances, utilizing the styles of those who came before me.
Correction. Physical strength isn't sufficient enough. I'll still be killed in one blow...

Personal Kenjutsu techniques unusable.
My own style, and this blades are different.
I can only perform techniques compatible with weapons I Project. The Axe-Blade in my right hand is far too large and cumbersome for standard Kenjutsu techniques.
If I'm to use a technique with this weapon, I need to take into consideration it's design and overall function, and search through the techniques I do know for the one best suited for this situation, and reproduce it.

However...
Attempting to reproduce a technique I have neither learned nor mastered could be the end of me.
Knowing my own capabilities, especially those relating to Chakra control, it is almost sure to fail, leaving me open to a fatal strike from him... I could...

"..."

I hold my breath, channelling all my Chakra into one point, my right arm.
I only need to understand the weapons I use. Everything else comes naturally.
I already know the risks. That precautions will only lead to my death.
I have to move forward.
I have to go beyond what I am capable of, and defeat myself.

"Trace on!!"

I stare at it.
I see through the sword in my hand.
I hold the handle ever tighter, grasping it as hard as I can.
An extraordinary weight.
I don't know if I can handle this weapon.
But... I know it has the strength I need to defeat my enemy!!

*SNAP*
I hear my arm begin to break under the pressure of my own Chakra flow.
Part of my brain explodes in a sea of unbearable pain.
My skin begins to glow, tearing itself apart as the Chakra visibly leaks from self-inflicted wounds.

I stare him dead in the eyes, unafraid of his visual prowess.

"Here I come..."

There's no need to worry.
Will reinforce broken parts.
I will give my undivided attention to killing him for certain.

Off-hand blades spiral inwards towards the broken segments of my arm.
They appear like splints, supporting my arm, ensuring my attack is performed correctly.

His eyes take notice of the Chakra gathering in my arm.
His hostility now has a focus.
Recognizing my use of Chakra as a threat, his arm instinctively moves.

2nd Second

The writhing mass of appendages won't stop with one blow, and normal attacks won't work against him.
Stacking attacks won't do the trick.
I can't beat him unless I push past my own limits.
Therefore...

Twenty nine in my head.
One hundred and eighty two in my body.
Another one hundred and fifty divided between each of my my limbs.
Three hundred and sixty one in total.
I activate every single Chakra point within my body in the same moment.
I will smash him in one go.

3rd Second

He's right in front of me, his appendages poised to strike.
He steps forward, confronting me directly as I streak towards him.

Upper arm, collarbone, windpipe, temple, diaphragm, rib, testicles, and thigh. I take aim at eight separate targets, aiming to strike each of them through the storm of attacks his right arm unleashes.

I hear a name from out of nowhere.
I howl it as I unleash a torrent of strikes, with vigorous strength.

"Unleash... Nine Lives Blade Works!!"
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"RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!!"

In an instant the ground surrounding the two erupts, fracturing into thousands of pieces, sending debris soaring into the air in all directions. Shirō stands before Shayde, covered in numerous deep, non-fatal cuts, a result of his attacks not being fast enough to stop all of Shayde's. He begins to lose blood fast, as his clothes, and the surrounding ground, and snow, begin to soak in the exsanguinated lifeblood. Shayde on the other hand stands motionless, eyes agape, as he appeared to have sustained far more injuries from Shirō's large Axe-Blade than he managed to inflict upon Shirō, the most noticeable of which is the remaining stump of a left arm, with Shirō seemingly having carved the entire appendage down to naught but a stump with his ferocious swings. As Shayde's eyes lazily drifted over to what remained of the appendage he just went through hell for, he snapped. With only one arm left, it was unwise to attack using his arms... Luckily, Shayde had planned ahead, just in case his attacks, however implausible it may have seemed, failed. The ground shattering beneath the pair's feet was not magically created by the exchange between the two. No, mere swipes with blades and limbs couldn't achieve that alone. This was instead the work of Shayde increasing his bodies weight for the brief moment the two exchanged blows, both "grounding" himself, preventing him from being sent flying by the colossal weapon Shirō wielded, and to prepare a counter-measure should his assault fail. As the Uchiha frantically grit his teeth, staring Shirō down with palpable rage towards the youth, he suddenly vanished. Shirō, watching this with equal parts curiosity and panic, frantically began looking in every conceivable direction for his opponent. Was he on either side? Above? Below? Behind? There were too many options to logically cover them all, but he would still try. The blades orbiting and supporting his right arm suddenly dispersed, causing him no small amount of pain, as they returned to a natural orbit around his body. At the very least, if Shayde tried attacking through them, they'd materialize before an attack made contact, giving him a brief window to register the attack, and respond accordingly. But such strategies were pointless, for Shayde did not intend to strike from a blind-spot, nor some obscure, unpredictable angle. In fact, he had barely moved at all, only utilizing the energy generated by the ground in response to his increased weight to perform a high-speed movement technique, one with a highly linear path, but worked sufficiently enough for a fake-out. With Shirō focused on every direction and method of countering, Shayde found it rather easy to appear before him, before driving his foot directly into the blade Shirō used to carve his body to shreds, using the leftover strength from his movement to try and send the kid flying. And it worked, catching Shirō off-guard, kicking the blade into his chest, before Shirō found himself raised off the ground, then suddenly sent flying backwards as his weapon cracked and shattered in his hand. Like a stone sent skipping across the surface of a lake, Shirō bounced across the ice and snow covered ground countless times, each impact sending a dull, rumbling ache throughout his body as it was torn to shreds by the fragmented remains of his own weapon, before he skid to a halt, dozens of meters away from Shayde. Staring at the sky above, he cursed his inaction. He had an opening presented to him during the moment the shock sunk in from Shayde realizing his arm was missing, and he didn't take it. Some part of him truly wanted to believe that Shayde could still be saved from his own self-destructive outlook, but this last action erased all doubt from his mind. Shayde was a heartless killer to the core, and if Shirō didn't adapt accordingly, this would be the end for him...

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Shayde watched, partly in delight, but mostly with a sense of pride, as he watched Shirō bounce off the ground, experiencing each individual thud, smash and crash with Shirō, recoiling from a sense of vicariously shared pain. But as fun as this was, it was about time to end this... As he watched Shirō claw his way back up to his feet, despite his injuries, Shayde reluctantly resigned himself to an all-out attack of the highest magnitude. With his options limited, due to his right arm being almost completely destroyed, he decided he would use one of the strongest techniques in his arsenal that didn't involve arms, nor handeals. A kind of attack that would scar the very land itself, and wasn't something one could just "evade" through simplistic aerial manoeuvres, or defend against with the side of a blade. If this couldn't kill Shirō, then Shayde would have truly lost, after regarding him worthy of such a Jutsu. Shayde assumed a side-facing stance, staring Shirō down as, once again, the ground beneath his feet shatters, this time sending shock-waves and tremors out, the likes of which feel like they could easily reach the rest of the 5 Great Nations. A universally felt earthquake, simply from standing still? Shirō knew that there was more going on here than his own eyes could see, but there was nothing he could do to register these changes, so instead he turned his attention to the action itself. That time, when Shayde disappeared in the blink of an eye, after their clash, the ground split apart. Shirō reasoned this was from the force of their strikes, but there were a few inconsistencies, such as how Shayde didn't move an inch from the strikes, despite the immense strength Shirō poured into them, and how his burst of speed came immediately after that. The present situation was eerily similar, only on a much larger scale. While visibly afraid of what Shayde could possibly be planning to do with such a violent, and powerful accumulation of energy, he didn't let this fear slow his actions, or cloud his judgement. He did exactly what he needed to do, what he had been doing since the start of this encounter, and paid absurd amounts of attention to everything Shayde was doing. And as he witnessed a bright, clearly vibrant light gathering at the base of Shayde's feet, Shirō knew that this was his last stand. One final "Hail Mary", as it were. There was no way gathering that much energy, or power, or whatever it was he was focusing in his feet, wasn't about to incur a severe amount of recoil for him. Shirō had only one response then. He had to take the same risk, one last time. To force his body to, and far beyond, it's own limitations, if he wished to walk away from this alive. Winning and losing were secondary concerns now, as both Shinobi and Hero were placing their lives on the line, neither one willing to retreat, nor back down from this, what was most assuredly to be their last stand.

As the light gathered within Shayde's feet began to glow more and more vibrant with each passing second, as did the tremors that accompanied his technique, Shirō bit into his thumb one last time, wiping a trail of blood from one end of his left forearm to the other, creating a long line of blood from his wrist to his inner-elbow, acting as the blood sacrifice for this veritable suicide attempt at matching Shayde's attack. As every bone in his body creaked with every minute movement, and every muscle cried out in agony, Shirō took both of his palms, and slammed them into the ground, performing one last summoning. Where one might think he was summoning an Animal to try and combat Shayde's attack directly, while another might think he was refreshing his summoned arsenal, neither would be right. Indeed, a massive cloud of smoke appeared, signifying the displacement of Space-Time, yet as the wisps of smoke dispersed, neither the visibility, nor the overall brightness of Shirō's surroundings improved. To Shayde, it was as though Shirō was completely surrounded, enveloped in a sea of black, but as streaks of light shone through the overcast, he finally saw this pitch black cloud for what it was. A the likes of which he had never seen before, nor would ever see again. The horizon itself was obscured by the sheer volume of swords Shirō had just summoned, and it appeared as though he was planning to use them to overwhelm Shayde with the sheer force of numbers. Shayde had no way of knowing exactly how many blades constituted this mass of levitating blades, but Shirō knew. It was the entire arsenal of the Land of Blades, easily numbering in the tens of thousands, if not more. Registering the blades for the imminent threat they were, Shayde abruptly altered his stance, rotating his body with his waist as the axis, and raising his right leg behind him, he prepared to unleash his Jutsu. Shirō prepared accordingly, raising his left arm, as his right had suffered far too much damage after the previous Axe-Blade attack, and impact recieved from Shayde's retaliatory kick, to use it any more. As if on cue, the innumerable blades that hovered around him locked into place, some adjusting their angle according to Shayde's position in relation to them. A single, uninterrupted moment passed between the two, with only the sounds of a wailing wind to fill their ears, as wisps of snow and chilled air drifted by. And then, in a instant, with accompanying screams of pain and resolve in equal measure, Shirō and Shayde loosed their attacks. Shirō's sea of blades were immediately fired off, like a million arrows fired from the archers of an infinite army, blackening the sky with their sheer presence, as the sounds of clashing steel blades ground off one another. The blades were virtually close enough to taste before Shayde's body instinctively spun back around, his right leg tearing through the surrounding ground and air as the incandescent glow from his foot reached it's pinnacle. As his kick reached it's apex, the light contained within Shayde's leg didn't follow his leg back around on it's arc, as it followed the natural swing of a leaping kick of this nature. No, instead the ineffable light continued on it's linear path, straight for the last thing Shayde took aim at, Shirō, who was now lost behind a million blades, but to little surprise, sheer numbers alone meant nothing when compared to true power. Shayde's "Truth Tornado", one of, if not the strongest techniques known to practitioners of the Renewal Taekwondo fighting style. If it was unable to tear through some glorified toothpicks, then Shayde, as well as those who knew the technique's names would be besmirched. But Shayde watched with pride as his attack decimated the blades, throwing the entire ocean of weapons off course, disrupting the attack completely. To Shirō however, nothing seemed amiss, until he noticed a faint blue light beginning to shine through, reflected off of the edges and blades of the weapons. While nervous about the fact that he was able to see this glow, Shirō remained adamant that his attack would reach Shayde. But this hope quickly dwindled as he saw the blades closest to him begin to vibrate, and stutter violently. Before the attack even broke through, he knew. This was it... In his current state, after so much over-exertion, pushing past his own limits, going so far as to summon the entire contents of an island of weapons, he had nothing left to stop, avoid, or even remotely challenge this last push. And as the spherical accumulation of raw kinetic energy punched a hole straight through his attack, Shirō could do nothing but brace as the light washed over him...

A bright, warm light... That was all Shirō experienced for what felt like an eternity. Was he dead? Was this the "Pure World", extolled by many religious factions as the one "true" afterlife? He couldn't tell. He couldn't feel his arms or legs. Unable to so much as muster the strength to blink, or tell if he was even breathing any longer. As though his own life had been reduced to a spectators sport... Suddenly, with a shocked gasp, he found himself, once more, staring up at the sky. The sun shone down on him, warming his numb, chilled body. How long had he been laying here? Minutes? Hours? Days? He was unsure, though the lack of snow, and dark clouds in the sky implied Shayde was long gone. Straining to turn his head, he seemed to have no clue where he was, for, on either side of him, he made out what looked like an embankment of sorts. It wasn't until much later that he realized exactly what this was. It was the end result of Shayde's technique. It had blasted through Shirō's swords, being sufficiently weakened by the close-knit formation they formed, but still held enough energy to retain it's shape as it struck Shirō, sent him flying backwards before burying him in the ground as it continued to level and punch it's way through anything on it's path. Forests, mountains, bodies of water, nothing stood in it's way, which Shirō would appreciate surviving all the more... And while the technique was weak enough to avoid dealing a fatal strike, Shirō was about to question why he was not impaled, and surrounded by hundreds of swords, but he already knew. His Summoning, like all others, had a set time-limit, and once it expired, they returned to their place of origin. At least he wasn't killed by his own technique, but it still raised the point that he was indeed about to die. He couldn't move a single muscle, and it took everything he had to take what little shallow breaths he could manage, without spluttering the little blood that remained in his body. It looked like this truly was the end of the road for him, no matter which way he looked at it. Despite appreciating that he was alive for a little while longer, he cursed Shayde for leaving him in this state of forced reflection. It brought back... Harrowing memories. Memories of flame and fire... The kind Shirō would much rather forget... Because, unlike that time, there would not be some endearing father figure who could come along and save him at the last moment. No. One only gets so many miracles in a single lifetime, and, unfortunately, surviving the horrors of his past seemed to use up whatever measurement one uses to quantify miracles Shirō was to receive in his lifetime, and left him wanting for another for the rest of his days. That is, until now. As the fringes of his vision began to blacken, signifying a loss of consciousness, which would be followed by a slumber he would probably never awaken from, Shirō witnessed a silhouette come into his field of vision. Was it Shayde come to finish him after all? Had it not been that long after all? Were the clouds gone simply because he had no more Chakra to supply his freezing flames? Shirō tried everything he could to project a blade, to climb to his feet one last time, or even gather any Chakra, but the only actions he could rally were feeble, minuscule twitches, and spasms from his hand. As his mind began to drift, he could hear the faintest echoes of an unknown voice, and another, more familiar one, responding in kind. As everything began to fade to black, he saw one last shimmering light, followed by a rush of cold, then, finally, nothing...

Shirō awoke several days later, his wounds mostly healed, and was greeted by what appeared to be a Knight from the legends of the Lands far to the West, clad in radiant white armour, and carrying himself with an unmistakable air of pride, yet at the same time humility, and kindness. As he regained his composure, taking in his surroundings, Shirō knew that this was nowhere even remotely close to the Land of Fire. The architecture, aesthetic, etc were completely different. Before he could work up the strength to struggle to ask the many questions he had, the stranger filled them in for him. His name was Galahad, and he was the leader of an ancient group of warriors, the Knights Radiant, who swore an oath, to both uphold peace, and fight corruption wherever it hid. The reason why Shirō was still living was due to the very nature of the dimension they currently resided in, a world known as "The Throne". Despite being on the very precipice of death itself, the nature of the Throne, and more specifically the energy that emanates from it, Prana, kept his body in a state of stasis, frozen in that moment until Galahad was able to provide medical care, thus saving Shirō's life. As Shirō was still visibly confused, Galahad reasoned that his memory of their first encounter must have been interrupted with his near-death experience, and filled Shirō in on the brief, yet paramount conversation the two had. After revealing his identity to Shirō, he asked him if he was content for it all to end here, or if he was willing to try and fight his way back. Shirō's response was, apparently, the most equally brave and foolish thing the Knight had ever heard, as Shirō did not give a true straight answer to the posed question, instead only declaring that he would become a Hero of Justice, a symbol of all that is good in this world, and one who would fight all the world's evils, saving everyone he could, no matter the cost. Having his ideals, and dreams spoken of in such a manner from someone else was rather embarrassing, but Shirō truly appreciated Galahad's actions in saving his life, forming the first syllables of a "thank you", but Galahad hadn't finished quite yet. The Immortal Knight continued by stating a caveat of his actions, informing Shirō that, due to just how long he had spent within the Throne, his body was forever changed, making him similar to Galahad, changing him into a "Surgebinder", wielder of Prana, and, if he so chose, a member of the Knights Radiant, defender of the peace, protector of the innocent, and guardian to the world. The entire scenario struck a chord with Shirō as a sudden sense of déjà vu gnawed at him... Lost amidst untold destruction... On the precipice of death... Saved by an empathetic stranger... There were too many similarities to be mere coincidence. This was no less than the hand of fate intervening, as destinies such as these are never left to chance. With no hesitation, knowing that his choice would lead him exactly where he had been striving to go for so many years, Shirō accepted, and began his life as a living embodiment of justice itself.

With this decision came a new lease of life. No longer was he a single person trying his best and failing. With joining the Radiants came properly structured and in-depth training, more difficult than anything he had ever tried by himself. He realized just how silly it was using rocks and candles to try and manifest and develop Shape and Nature manipulation, when there were smarter, faster and far more effective methods. But this was not where Shirō's training began. No, instead he was taught how to simply control his Chakra as fluently as possible. With time came experience, and before long, Shirō began to show the silhouette of a true Shinobi. At this point, he was introduced to the energy known only to the Surgebinders, the source of their powers, Prana. It was revealed to him that the energy had been laying dormant within him since he arrived in the Throne, and remained there for as long as he did. Upon gaining some semblance of control over Prana, he noticed an immediate change. appeared across his skin, most likely dormant Chakra pathways that had been closed for some time, most likely due to neglect. At this point, Shirō's overall capabilities improved at a startling rate, each day getting , , more agile, nimble, durable. He was no longer a mere novice in the ways of the Shinobi. In fact, he was confident that, should their paths ever cross again, Shayde would surely find himself on the other end of the events that had led the now truly forming Hero of Justice known as "Emiya", here. The biggest difference between then and now being Shirō's change in overall mental attitude, not his increase in overall combat experience and capabilities. Shirō was ready and willing to forsake his own values, and take a life, in order to save others, and now realized just how wrong that decision was. To so easily cast aside his own ideals, simply because he felt like he couldn't take the rogue Uchiha in alive, was both foolish, and selfish, and a mistake Emiya would not make again, no matter the opponent...

To be continued...

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Where once Shirō relied purely on the physical arts of the Body and Sword, since his "awakening" upon becoming a Surgebinder, Shirō's capabilities have increased tenfold, especially in regard to the usage of Ninjutsu, and similarly complicated fields of Jutsu. And with this increase in potential fields evolved a more complex and diverse fighting style from Shirō. No longer of the mentality to hit things with fists and swords until they die, he is far more tactical in his approach to any given combat scenario. He is still undoubtedly a close combat fighter, still more likely to wield a sword than a fireball, but now he has the ability to choose to utilize his physical arts in place of more advanced fields.

Surgebinder: Shirō's conversion from a regular human, with no apparent Kekkei Genkai, or Hidden Abilities, to a Surgebinder, while abrupt and unplanned, affords him several passive benefits, with similar detrimental effects due to those same passives, in addition to the many diverse and awe-inspiring applications of Prana. These abilities and restrictions are as follows, as stated within the Clan's submission;

"Once a Surgebinder is initiated into the clan, their body essentially becomes an "open doorway" for the ethereal energy. This means that Prana energy will constantly enter and exist within their Chakra systems and any quantity of foreign Chakra or energy inserted into their bodies will immediately be transported to the Throne before they can take effect. Chakra inserted into their bodies for the use of illusions will be absorbed before their induction time is complete, meaning the Genjutsu never occurs. However this also means Surgebinders will be incapable of having a Curse Mark or using Sage Mode. It will also become impossible for others to heal them through medical Ninjutsu or transfer Chakra to them. If an ally or opponent tries to absorb the Chakra of a Surgebinder into their own body, they will instead absorb this ambient Prana energy and be frozen internally."
Close Quarters Combat Specialist: After years of training and perseverance, Shirō's physical capabilities have improved to the point where he can fight against most opponents, and hold his own ground. He is both a practitioner of Taijutsu and Kenjutsu, and uses both to great effect in tandem with one another.

Taijutsu: His overall capabilities, combined with his iron-clad determination, and willingness to take more than his fair share of hits, makes Shirō a very deadly close quarters combatant. And, as an added precaution, should he activate a special technique of his known as "(Tekkai) Iron Mass", he becomes all the more deadly in hand-to-hand combat. Additionally, as a Taijutsu specialist, Shirō has access to special, higher tier Taijutsu, one example being the legendary "Konoha Ryūjin", or "Leaf Dragon God", and gains a bonus to his tracking capabilities, as well as the ability to fight his enemies, like those of the Uchiha Clan, who cast Genjutsu through mutual visual contact, without looking them in the eye, by focussing on their chin, rendering their, arguably, deadliest trait useless.

Combat Summoner ➟ Shirō also possesses a very unique and powerful Nintaijutsu technique, which required him to cover his entire body with tattoo's before he could even begin to utilize it. Using a full-body Summoning Tattoo that is unique to the Combat Summoner Jutsu, Shirō is able to partially call upon his Summoning Animals for aid, which is especially deadly in close quarters combat, swiftly summoning his animal companions to help overwhelm his opponents in tandem with his own overwhelmingly powerful Taijutsu. The technique also has uses outside of straight up hand to hand combat, allowing it's user to perform various forms of actions, including summoning his companions to protect and guard him from Jutsu that would otherwise be fatal, utilize their own biology to achieve feats that would normally be impossible for him, and other such extraordinary actions, all with the speed and ease of use that the Summoning Jutsu allows. With his Maned Wolves and Griffin's at his disposal, Shirō has an unprecedented level of variety in his options for this Jutsu.

(Nintaijutsu: Sentō Shōkan no Jutsu) Ninja Body Art: Combat Summoner Technique
Type: Offensive/ Defensive/ Supplementary
Rank: B-Rank
Range: Short - Mid (Depending on the size of the Summon)
Chakra: 20 - 40 (Depending on the Rank of the Summon)
Damage: 40 - 80 (Depending on the Rank of the Summon)
Description: Created by a Summoning Jutsu savant known as the Sentō Shōkan (Combat Summoner) with the specific goal of allowing the user to combine both the Summoning Jutsu and Taijutsu together, he was able to create a new form of Close Quarters Combat. In the simplest terms, the Combat Summoner technique takes the basic concept of the Summoning Jutsu and allows them to be performed in conjunction with Taijutsu. As this Jutsu has its roots set in the Summoning Jutsu, this Jutsu requires it's user to fulfil similar conditions as the Summoning Jutsu, with minor differences which are explained below. This Jutsu is primarily responsible for introducing and explaining the concept of "Combat Summoning", and acting as a reference for derived techniques, all of which will logically fall under the category of Nintaijutsu. There are 2 key aspects to the Combat Summoner technique, the first of which is the alteration to and general application of the user's Summoning Tattoo('s). Instead of being a small, easily concealed Tattoo which is utilized for instant Summoning without Hand Seals, the Tattoo is applied to the entirety of the users body. Because of this it functions like an active map of the user's body for the Summoning Technique itself, with each part of the user's body being linked to a corresponding part of their Summoning Animal's body through their Tattoo's. This allows the user to Summon the corresponding body part of their Summon by activating the Tattoo('s) located on that specific body part. The second aspect is the actual application of the technique in battle. The regular Summoning Jutsu works by signing a Contract with a specific Animal in blood, then sacrificing a small portion of blood each time the user wishes to use the Summoning Jutsu, by wiping blood on their Tattoo, then applying both Chakra and pressure to a surface via direct contact. This technique's Summoning steps are almost identical, with the only real difference being a more direct approach to the "Contact" portion. Logically the user must still apply both blood and Chakra to their Tattoo's, and make contact with a surface, the surface mainly being considered the opponent's body, before the Combat Summoning actually occurs.

The following is an example of how this Jutsu would work within a standard combat scenario; A signer of the Toad Contract performs the D-Rank Taijutsu technique "(Kodzuku) Punch" with their left fist which connects with their target, while also meeting the conditions for the Summoning Jutsu. As they channel Chakra through the Tattoo on their left arm, which also has the necessary blood wiped across it, they become able to "Summon" the left arm of their Summoning Animal to reinforce their attack, which for the purposes of this example is the B-Rank Summon, Gamatatsu. Gamatatsu's fist then almost instantly "materializes" in the area surrounding the user's left arm, similar in appearance and function to how users of the Mangekyō Sharingan can partially manifest their Susano'o's arm, appearing in the area surrounding the user, but not "overlapping" it. This means that any harmful Jutsu that the user may have active will not affect the Summoned fist, as they would not be able to make direct contact, unless the harmful Jutsu has an extended range. Gamatatsu's fist also attacks the target, following the same general speed, trajectory, etc as the users attack, creating a two pronged attack, one being the D-Rank (20 Damage) punch the user threw, and the other being the B-Rank (40 Damage) Combat Summoner punch from Gamatatsu, resulting in a total of 60 damage, should both punches successfully land without interference. Upon the completion of the attack, whether either attack was successful or not, Gamatatsu's arm disappears as quickly as it appeared, leaving the user to plan their next attack accordingly.

Note: The Combat Summoner Tattoo's are designed and applied by the user at their own discretion, requiring the user to post this Jutsu in the "Other" portion, and describe the appearance of their Tattoo's within the "Appearance" portion, of any Biography that wishes to use this Jutsu.
Note: Although the damage of this technique is taken directly from the Rank of the chosen Summon, unique effects and abilities for any Summons utilized with this technique must also be taken into consideration, whether they be a result of that Summon's Biology, or some passive ability they possess.
Note: Due to the unique method of Summoning that the Combat Summoner Jutsu utilizes, the partial Summoning method employed by the Combat Summoner Jutsu does not affect the Regular Summoning Jutsu Method. This is because the Combat Summoning method relies solely on the actions and Chakra of the user for it's activation, and thus doesn't conflict with it. However, any Animal that has been Summoned using the Regular Method, and subsequently used up their summoning time, cannot be Summoned via the Combat Summoner Method. This is because when Animals are Summoned using the Regular Method, they expend their own Chakra to maintain the Summoning, and once they run out of Chakra, typically around 4 turns later, they become unavailable to be Summoned afterwords. The Combat Summoner Method adheres to this restriction because it's based on the Summoning Animal, not the method of Summoning.
Note: Can only be taught by Iᴍᴘᴇяғᴇᴄᴛ.

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Kenjutsu: As Shirō's preferred method of engagement, he is a master of arms, able to wield many different kinds of weapons flawlessly, and to great effect. Just like any well-versed in the art of Kenjutsu, he is able to perform techniques with near-perfect execution, and his overall swordsmanship is at least on par with other Ninja, if not better, almost making him as skilled as a Samurai in the field of Kenjutsu. His favoured weapon is a pair of dual blades with a Yin-Yang leitmotif, finding the dual-wield stance the pair allow to be both fluid and powerful, allowing for a constant stream of attacks to be unleashed upon his opponent.​

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Loss: Unaware of
Gain: Nor aware of

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体は剣で出来ている。 / Karada wa tsurugi de dekiteiru.
「 I am the bone of my sword. 」

血潮は鉄で、心は硝子。 / Chishio wa tetsu de kokoro wa garasu.
「 Steel is my body and fire is my blood. 」

幾たびの戦場を越えて不敗。 / Ikutabi no senjou wo koete fuhai.
「 I have created over a thousand blades. 」

たった一度の敗走もなく、/ Tada ichido no haisou mo naku,
「 Unaware of the beginning, 」

たった一度の勝利もなし。 / Tada ichido no shouri mo nashi.
「 Nor aware of the end. 」

遺子はまた独り、剣の丘で細氷を。 / Ishi wa mata hitori, tsurugi no oka de saihyō wo kudaku.
「 Withstood pain to create inconsistent weapons, thus my hands will never hold anything. 」

けれど、 この生涯はいまだ果てず。 / Keredo, kono shōgai wa imada hatezu.
「 Yet, my flame never ends. 」

偽りの体は、 それでも剣で出来ていた。 / Itsuwari no karada wa, soredemo tsurugi de dekite ita.
「 My whole life was still Unlimited Blade Works. 」

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Updating: Shirō Emiya[SUP][ ][/SUP].
Updated Character Info: Clan, age, nickname, appearance, personality, Village of Affiliation, etc.
History: Added new chapters, related to RP within the Ninja World.
Training Stats: Joined Surgebinders, added Prana, started NB Taijutsu Training.
Specialties: Updated to conform with recent updates and additions, and added misc. changes.

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Did Emiya Shirou look this cool? Well maybe tis because did not watch any other fate series than Stay Night and Zero.

Nice bio. My Kirei bio should fight all characters from Fate. Anyone having such bios?
 

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This is the most superb creation that I have ever laid upon my eyes. Still not worth the wait.
It was never meant to be worth the wait, but thanks all the same. :coffee:

Looks nice; about time too
Good things come to those who wait. I'm probably about to become a Mod or some shit, cause this took months. :sdo:

Great bio design and images, the third one is probably my favourite.
Say what you will about Prisma Illya. They really did do an amazing job with the Miyuverse Shirou's backstory in the Manga. Hopefully the movie lives up to that standard. :<3

Love it. Nice job.
Thanks, Ozymanndio. :cool:

Jesus Christ
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Thanks!! :p

Did Emiya Shirou look this cool? Well maybe tis because did not watch any other fate series than Stay Night and Zero.

Nice bio. My Kirei bio should fight all characters from Fate. Anyone having such bios?
Funny story, this Shirou comes from another reality within the Prisma Illya series. At one point in the story, he has to seek Kotomine's help in his efforts to save his sister. Kotomine even teaches him how to use the Black Keys and everything, lol.

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Pretty much everyone in the Surgebinder Clan has a Fate bio, with a single exception... *Looks over at Drackos' SPN Bio*
 
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