About the age thing: I was under the impression during A's Nanoha and others are in middle-school, around 14-ish? And that StrikerS was set 10 years after A's, so won't that make Nanoha and others about 24-25 by that time?
About the age thing: I was under the impression during A's Nanoha and others are in middle-school, around 14-ish? And that StrikerS was set 10 years after A's, so won't that make Nanoha and others about 24-25 by that time?
oh gods I laughed so much reading this also fraggle when are you going to post the new chapterOriginally Posted by fraggle
And that was how Archer thought he had won...till he realized he was still trapped in his own personal hell and Shirou was still in a relationship with three hot women.
Shirou got over it, Archer cried himself to sleep.
^ yeah, that. At least Shirou have the opportunity for more nights like this, if all it takes is a dinner filled with aphrodisiacs...
Wasn't A's only around a year after the first season? So they would be around 10 at the time. I think it was Nanoha's critical injury that was at 14.
A's takes place about six months after MGLN ends - Fate and Nanoha have been writing each other letters during Fate's trial. So they're 9 years old, give or take a few months.
+10 for Strikers would make them all, oh, 19.
Here we go boys and girls. Chapter 5, well the first part of it.
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Hero Slayer Presents:
Mahou Senki: Lyrical Days
Chapter Five: Limited Blade Works
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“If I can, I’d prefer nobody be sad. If I can make people around me happy just by helping them myself, I think that would make the world a pleasant place to live.”
That was Kiritsugu’s favorite phrase. It was something he had heard pretty often. It was also something that Shirou didn’t really understand yet. His world was simple: the house, Kiritsugu and maybe, just maybe, that weird girl that had declared herself his friend. Yet, Kiritsugu was a superhero. He probably wanted to help more people than the ones around him.
“I was reckless when I was young. I educated myself by cursing the heartlessness of the world.” Kiritsugu chuckles to himself as he recalled his past actions. “The world was cruel… so I made myself even more heartless and used that as a weapon, trying to follow my ideals.”
Shirou frowned as he tried to figure out the meaning of his father’s words. He couldn’t picture him as a heartless person no matter how hard he tried. His image of Kiritsugu is the kind father, the super hero, and that smiling man who pulled him out of the fire. To think of that man as heartless is impossible.
“There will always be some that cannot be saved. It is impossible to save everyone. If I have to lose five hundred to earn one thousand, I will abandon one hundred and save the lives of nine hundred. That is the most efficient method. That is the ideal.”
Shirou heard those words and got angry. It’s not a rational anger, because he understood that Kiritsugu is correct. It’s impossible to save everyone. There was simply no way to save everyone. However, even if it was irrational, Shirou still felt anger. Even if it was impossible, the ideal should be to save everyone.
So he said that. He yelled at his own father. Kiritsugu just smiled sadly down at him. “You’re right, Shirou. The result is the most important thing. But with that aside, your heart trying to do so is…”
The man trails off quietly and thought about how to word his next point carefully. Shirou was shocked by his father’s answer. “Your heart trying to do is not healthy, Shirou.”
“Eh?”
Kiritsugu patted Shirou’s head and chuckled at the boy’s confusion. “I don’t expect you to understand at your age, but wanting to save everyone is not healthy at all. You’ll constantly be striving for something impossible and live a life of failure and compromises. Even if you wish to save everyone, you’ll be forced to trade some lives for others, and every time you do you will be betraying that ideal a little more.”
Shirou wanted to make an argument, he really did, but he knew his father was right. He didn’t understand the words that Kiritsugu were saying, but he knew that his father was speaking the truth.
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“What do you mean you can’t get it out?!”
Fate watched the boy’s face shift to a painful grimace from the loud noise before speaking. “The Jewel Seed will not exit his body. I have attempted to seal the Jewel Seed like before, but other than causing the boy pain it has been ineffective.”
Arf scowled and glared at the boy warily. “Do you think it had something to do with the Jewel Seed’s odd reaction to the boy?”
Fate flinched at the reminder of the event and closed her eyes. “I do not know. The Jewel Seeds are unpredictable and their use is unknown. They are supposed to be affected by desire, but…”
“I don’t see how any child can wish for something like that.” Arf shuddered as she remembered how Shirou looked after the Jewel Seed activated. “These things are a lot more dangerous than we first thought.”
A groan from the boy caught both of their attentions and they stared at him as he squirmed in his sleep. Fate laid a hand on his head and nodded when she realized that his temperature had dropped a little. The boy had been fine when they brought him in, but when she attempted to extract the Jewel Seed his body had not been able to take the strain of the sealing magic. Fate was afraid that the strain had killed the boy, but again he had exceeded her expectations.
The girl closed her eyes and tried to recall a brief memory.
“Shirou.”
Arf paused and looked over at her master in confusion. “White?”
Fate shook her head and pushed the boy’s hair out of his face. There was an expression of discomfort and his face was scrunched up as if he was struggling with something. “No, the boy’s name, it’s Shirou.”
“Hmph, his name should be Chaos. He’s certainly caused enough of it.” Arf huffed at the boy who had settled back into his restless sleep. The boy just shifted in his sleep as he attempted to sift through the information that was poured into his mind.
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It was another memory of his past. He had gotten into a spot of trouble --a fight with some older boys--while helping someone and had been injured in the process. He had planned to just stagger home and patch himself up, but Nanoha had spotted him and dragged him to her house to get treated.
“Why would you get in a fight with three older boys?” Nanoha threw her arms in the air in exasperation. She had been friends with Shirou for about a year, but she still couldn’t believe the amount of trouble he could get himself into by helping other people.
Shirou scratched his cheek in embarrassment. “Well, they were harassing a girl in an alleyway. So I tackled one of them and started to hit them. The fight kinda started from there, but I did make sure the girl got away.”
“Mou, why didn’t you get help or something?” The girl huffed at his recklessness. “You helped the girl but got beaten up in return.”
“Well, there wasn’t anyone around and I needed to make sure the girl was alright. I don’t really mind getting hurt if it means helping someone.”
“Why do you always have to be like that?!” Nanoha glared at him. She couldn’t understand why the boy would do that. “Why can’t you put yourself first for once?!”
Shirou opened his mouth before closing it. He didn’t know how to explain himself. He didn’t know how to explain that he didn’t deserve to put himself first. That his life had been saved already, so he should use it to help others. It was an unexplainable feeling, so there was no way for him to communicate the way his mind worked. “I… I want to help people… is that feeling so wrong?”
“Of course it’s not wrong.” The girl’s voice had died down to a whisper. “But, who is going to help those people if you work yourself to death?”
“Nanoha…” Shirou whispered as he saw the tears beginning to gather in the corner of the girl’s eyes. “I…”
“I’m going to make sure of it.” The girl wiped the tears from her eyes and stared at Shirou intently. “Shirou is too stupid to take care of himself, so I’ll have to do it.”
“Eh?” Shirou blinked at the declaration. “Wait a second, you can’t just-“
“No arguing. I’ll make sure Shirou is okay, and Shirou will make sure I’m okay.” Nanoha cut him off before he could start. “It’s a deal.”
Shirou sighed as he was once again beaten into an agreement by this girl, but smiled and accepted the hand that Nanoha offered him. “Deal.”
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“Ugh…” Light cut through the room and slid over the boy’s eyes. His mind, after spending hours sifting through memories and organizing his shattered mind, slowly began to return to its normal functions. The boy tries to open his eyes and, after a brief struggle, succeeds.
He opens his eyes and lets his gaze fall around the room. He was lying on a couch next to a large set of windows. He could see a city of some sort outside, but it didn’t look familiar at all. Then again, he couldn’t really recall what familiar would look like.
The boy slowly sat up and gazed around the room. It didn’t look familiar at all. It was an apartment of some kind, rather spartan. A lamp, the couch, and a coffee table were the only things that seemed to be in the room at all.
*PSSSHHH*
The boy blinked as he found himself standing somewhere else. He blinked and looked around for the couch he had been sitting on. He saw it on the floor below him. He focused on the last few minutes to recall what had happened. He had seen something and moved to the next floor of the rather empty apartment. It was a simple picture of a mother and daughter holding hands. He thought that he had seen the daughter before, but he couldn’t quite remember where.
“Where am I?” He placed the picture frame down and rubbed his head. He couldn’t remember how he had gotten there at all. In fact, he couldn’t really remember much at all.
“My name…” The boy stood still as he wracked his brain for his name. The image of a smiling man flashed through his mind before he finally grasped the vital information. “Emiya… Shirou…”
He nodded to himself. That was definitely his name. Shirou was happy with the success and tried to see if he could recall anything else, but nothing came to him. So without any memories to work with, Shirou just worked with his environment. The place was messy, so he quickly went around cleaning the place. There were several containers for food lying around. He gave a can with some chopsticks a quick look and was confused when he realized he was holding dog food. Why were there chopsticks in dog food?
*PSSSHHH*
Shirou blinked as he realized that he was gathering some sheets in his hand. Wasn’t he just cleaning up?
He focused for a moment and recalled that he finished cleaning up every room and had decided to do the laundry. He rubbed his head and groaned. Time was still going too fast for him to keep track of what was going on. At least he could recall what was going on.
The boy found the laundry machine and measured the deter-
*PSSSHHH*
-hopping the carrots and setting them into the pot with the other vegetables. Shirou sighed when he saw that his memory had skipped again. He spent a minute to look at what he had pulled out and tried to figure out what he had been cooking from the steps that were taking. Browned meat set aside, potatoes and other chopped vegetables, oil, and various herbs and spices... “Nikujaga?”
Shirou scratched his head and guessed at the identity of his attempted dish. It was something he could make (almost perfectly, too), and the ingredients matched. He gave the meat a quick inspection and nodded to himself at the size of the cuts and the preparation. He hadn’t practiced this dish for a while, so he was a little weary of his ability to cook it. But he was in a kitchen making food. That was enough to make Shirou happy. He turned towards the sauce that he was preparing and-
*PSSSHHH*
Set the pan on simmer after putting the finishing touches on it. Shirou froze as he looked down at the perfect Nikujaga below him. Hadn’t he just started cooking that?
“Hmm, I guess it happened again.” A small twitched developed as Shirou realized he had been stripped of his ability to enjoy cooking the meal. There was a brief moment of concentration before he found that he couldn’t recall what he had done clearly. He had made a perfect beef stew, and he couldn’t even remember what steps he had done differently. The boy sighed and just let his frustration go. He had finished the food, so that meant someone could eat a good meal.
“Ah.” Shirou paused and looked around the apartment in confusion as he realized something important. “Who lives here again?”
The apartment was large so he had simply assumed that several people lived here. The picture he had seen before was of a mother and a daughter so hopefully there would be at least two people living here or else he would have made too much. It wasn’t until that he thought who lived here that he recognized a problem. “I don’t… live here, do I?”
Shirou tried to imagine his own house, but the more he focused the farther away the image seemed to get. He stood there until he got a headache from thinking about it, but he couldn’t remember what his house looked like at all. The image of a Japanese styled house was superimposed on a Western house and blended together into something that couldn’t be called a house at all. The boy shook off the headache and gave the apartment an odd look. If he didn’t live here, then why did he wake up here?
“Hey, he’s gone!”
Shirou blinked as the sudden shout broke him out of his concentration. There was some sort of commotion in the other room. He could hear two different voices and a lot of scrambling. A small part of him was wondering if he shouldn’t have wandered off to cook and clean, but the majority of his mind was just wondering who lived here.
“Ah, you’re back.” Shirou looked at the two people that probably lived here. There was a red-headed woman that oddly enough had dog ears, and a blonde girl that was about his age. The both of them were looking at him in complete surprise and the girl was pointing some odd axe thing at him. Shirou gave them his best smile and tried to suppress the sheepish expression that he felt. “I hope you don’t mind, I cleaned up everything and cooked a meal.”
“You…what?” The woman had a completely baffled expression on her face. “You cleaned?”
“And cooked.” Shirou confirmed. “I didn’t really remember why I was here, so I just kind of did what I normally do.”
“So you cleaned the entire place and cooked a meal after waking up in a strange apartment?” Shirou nodded again, which caused the dog-woman to develop a twitch.
“Yep, I tried to recall how I got here, but I can’t remember much at all at the moment.” Shirou laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head.
“The Jewel Seed must have damaged his memory.” Shirou turned to the blonde girl who has made the axe of her disappear and was looking at him with the faintest expression of curiosity. It was at this moment that Shirou noticed the various lashes that littered the girl’s body.
“Oh god, what the hell happened to you?!” Shirou grabbed the girl’s arm and ignored how she flinched at the contact. There were lash makes all over the girl’s arms, and when he looked closer he could see that they were all over her body, too. “We need to treat these.”
“Hey, get away fro-“
*PSSSHHH*
Shirou blinked as time seemed to have skipped again. He had some sort of ointment in one arm and was holding the blond girl’s arm in the other. The older lady was glaring at him but whatever outburst she had must have passed. He sighed in frustration and tried to recall what he had been doing for the last few minutes.
Shirou shook his head and smiled apologetically at the girl’s startled expression. “Sorry, my memory went out again. I’ll finish dressing these.”
“Your memory?” The girl’s voice was soft, almost like she was afraid of his reaction, but Shirou pushed that thought out of his head.
“Yeah, it’s been going in and out. I’ll be walking around the apartment and poof, I’m suddenly cooking. I can recall what I did in the gaps, but it takes some effort and I can’t recall everything.” Shirou casually shrugged at the problem like it was insignificant and focused on the girl’s wounds. Eventually, he finished wrapping the girl’s arm and gave her a quick look over. All the visible wounds had been treated and Shirou wasn’t going anywhere near the ones that weren’t visible at the time. He smiled brightly at a job well done. “There we go, that should be a bit better, right?”
Shirou was startled for a moment when a hand was placed on his forehead. The girl had leaned forward and was staring at him intently. “A fever too. The Jewel Seed must still be doing damage to your body.”
“Jewel…Seed…?” Shirou slowly repeated as a wave of vertigo passed over him.
“It must be extracted before it can do more damage.” The girl’s voice was still barely at a whisper. Shirou swallowed hard as he realized that this was probably not a good position he was in.
“Wa-wait. Extracted? That sounds a little harsh.” Shirou was about to start to back pedal when the girl’s other arm grabbed his in a vice grip.
“I apologize, but I need that Jewel Seed now.” Shirou tried to pull away but he was surprised when the girl’s grip didn’t give at all. A small golden triangle floated off her glove and transformed into the axe staff that she was holding earlier. “Bardiche, Jewel Seed Sealing.”
“Serial Number XIV.” The device toned out.
“Sea-Arrrrrggggghhhh!” Lightning ran through the boy’s body and seeped into him to extract the Jewel Seed. Shirou convulsed within the girl’s arms and screamed as the voltage began to rise. His free arm lashed out and nearly hit Fate before Arf quickly bound him with her magic.
“Please, endure it for a little longer.” Fate felt her magic strain against the Jewel Seed’s power and pushed more power into the boy.
“Urraaaaaaaaah!”
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The Jewel Seed could not be called sentient. It was a magical catalyst that could amplify the desires of those around it, or in this case a single host. After the desire of the host had been fulfilled the key priority that the Jewel Seeds took was survival. When the Jewel Seed within Shirou felt another attempt to extract it from its resting place, it had reacted and walled itself within the host. Normally this would not be enough because of the sheer magical force the extraction was using, but the Jewel Seed had found something to anchor itself to, a magical artifact that had fused itself almost completely within the boy’s body.
When more and more extraction attempts were made, the Jewel Seed fed more and more power into the artifact which bled the excess into Shirou. The energy levels could not compare to the initial reaction, but even this barest fraction was too much for the boy to handle.
His body was burning itself from the inside out, and it desperately searched for a way to get rid of it.
Hundreds of half-formed images flooded Shirou’s mind. They were blueprints and conceptions to weapons, each of them were masterpieces in their own right, but their images were not complete. In this state, they were useless to him and they were quickly discarded. Finally, his mind found a complete blueprint to work with.
A small dojo that was connected to the side of a house. He had spent several hours training in here, but that was unimportant. His focus was on the twin blades that hung on the wall of the dojo. They were two kodachi that were displayed on the far dojo wall.
Shirou’s mind traced over the blades and took in everything. Every bit of history of the blade, ranging from their forging process to every swing of the blade, he absorbed all of it.
The concept of construction, its basic structure, and the base materials were first. That was simple to analyze and the information was processed instantly thanks to Shirou’s practice with Structural Analysis.
The blacksmithing process was unfamiliar and he struggled briefly as his mind attempted to recall every process flawlessly.
The next step was the most difficult. Sympathizing the years of growth and accumulating the years of experience that the blade possessed. It was a step beyond his ability, or rather it was a step that had been beyond his ability. The years of use, the times or rest, even the care for the blade were all accounted in this process.
The blueprint was complete, and all that was left was to forge the weapon. The finest of materials rested within his soul, waiting to be used.
Excelling every process of the sword’s recreation.
The excess magic flowed through his circuits and into the air. Both of Shirou’s hands reached out to grasp their creations.
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“Graaaah!” Both of Shirou’s hands grasped on the handles of the twin blades and sliced through the bindings holding his body.
“What?” Fate jumped backwards and stared at the boy in fear. Had she activated the Jewel Seed by accident?
“Ha…ha…ha…” Shirou leaned over to catch his breathe before staring at his hands in confusion. His mind was cloudy and static seemed to dance over his vision, but he knew what he was looking at. The twin blades that laid in the Takamachi Dojo were in his hands. He looked up to see the blonde girl --no, her name was Fate, he recalled briefly-- looking at him with an expression of fear on her face. Before he could reassure her about anything, he saw a blur of motion in the corner of his eye.
“Stay away from her!”
Shirou felt his body move on its own, almost as if the blades he was holding were directing it. He ducked under the familiar’s lunge and swung the hilt of the blade up, jamming it into the woman’s stomach. The blow was made in an instant, and Arf barely had a moment to process that Shirou had moved from his examination of his swords to knocking the wind out of her body. The familiar took a step backwards and quickly regained her breathe. However, it was too late. Shirou had already twisted around her and swung the final blow.
Shirou pulled the blade back and watched as the woman hit the ground, unconscious. The boy had used the back of the blade to knock the woman out rather than kill her. His mind had barely been able process the techniques he was using, but he had been able to twist the killing blow into a non-lethal one.
“Photon Lancer!”
Shirou didn’t have time to contemplate his new skills. He twisted around to see several lightning spears floating around Fate. The first one streaked forward and Shirou swung a blade to block it. The lightning surged into the blade and caused it to shatter. Shirou jumped backwards out of the way of the second and swung his other sword to block the next. It too shattered, leaving Shirou empty handed. To his surprise, the speed that he used to defeat Arf and dodge Fate’s attack left him as soon as he lost his second blade.
The final lightning spear cut through the air and caught Shirou in the chest. It hurled him across the room, whereupon he crashed through the far wall into the adjoining room.
Fate sighed in relief thet the blast had hit. She took a moment to make sure the boy didn't get back up before checking on Arf.
“Trace On!”
Fate heard the cry and turned around just in time to see a red blur rushing at her. She threw up a shield to defend herself, but to her surprise the blur shifted directions. The boy flipped over her and kicked off the roof to maneuver around the shield. Another pair of swords were in his hands, one swung up against Bardiche to prevent her from swinging it at him and the second hovering in front of her throat.
Shirou stared at the girl in front of him and struggled to keep his thoughts straight. He couldn’t keep up with the sword’s movements and his mind was still reeling from the electrical shock, let alone the strain that this mind was going through. Memories of his entire life were coursing through his consciousness and he couldn’t keep up anymore.
“I… I have to go.” Shirou’s voice shook as he stared at the girl in front of him. “I need to get back.”
Visions of his friends and family all whirled in his head, but he couldn’t ignore the girl in front of him. She was covered in bandages and looked so scared. Memories of this girl flooded into his mind, and he found himself seeing a sad girl forced to fight. Shirou refused to leave it like this and pleaded with her. “Come with me. I can help you if you let me.”
The girl’s eyes widened for the briefest moment and Shirou swore he saw someone vulnerable standing there rather than the powerful mage that Nanoha had been fighting. But the expression disappeared quickly. “I canno-“
“Why!” The sudden shout from the boy startled the girl and caused her to take a step back. Shirou’s hands were shaking at his own weakness. Here was a girl that needed help, but she wouldn’t let him help. Was there nothing he could do? “If I can’t help you, than Nanoha or Yuuno-- one of us has to be able to help you!”
Shirou couldn’t help himself. He wanted to aid this girl with all of his being, but he was still powerless. He couldn’t help this one person in front of him, and the reality of that fact was harsh. Before he could say more, he heard Arf begin to stir. There was no way he could take the both of them.
Face to face with Fate, Shirou pleaded with her one last time. “Please, let us help you.”
The desperation in Shirou’s voice threw Fate’s mind into confusion. Why, why did this boy want to help her so much? Why did he seem so sad that he couldn’t help her? Weren’t they supposed to be enemies?
Shirou saw the doubt in Fate’s eyes and made his decision. “I don’t know what’s hurting you, but I swear I will save you.”
Fate gasped at the promise. Golden eyes full of determination stared at her and she turned away to escape their gaze.
Shirou pulled both his blades back and slowly walked towards the door. He gave Fate one last glance before stumbling out of the apartment.
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His body was breaking down. He couldn’t even think straight anymore, and the brief moment of clarity that he had while fighting Arf and Fate had faded. Static filled his mind, drowning out the sound of the city around him. His vision would blur in and out, and Shirou was pretty sure that his left eye wasn’t seeing straight even when his vision did work. His limbs felt heavy and filled with lead. The familiar ache of torn muscle told him he had pushed his body too far. Shirou knew that his body was in tatters, but he pressed on. He couldn’t stop here, there was too much to do.
He stumbled past a building and tried to recall where he was. The city looked so unfamiliar. Buildings seemed to blend together and none of the landmarks looked familiar.
To make things worse, his memory had started to fragment again. There was no rhyme or reason to the fragmentation. His mind would hold for minutes at a time, and then randomly skip over seconds at a time. With his mind in this state, Shiou had no way to know where he was at any moment. The city had almost become a giant blur.
*PSSSHHH*
Shirou watched as the area around him turned to static and shifted into another area of the city.
Shirou stumbled forward and gave the unfamiliar street a confused look. “Damnit… W-which way is my house?” The boy whispered as the last of his strength finally fled his body.
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Fate had followed the boy. She had left Arf at home despite her protests and watched the boy. His path was erratic and he would constantly change directions, almost on a whim.
She couldn’t understand what drove her to follow him. It would be simple to knock him out again and bind him, however every time she thought about it she faltered. Those golden eyes returned to the front of her mind, and she shivered as she remembered the sheer honesty in them. There was no ulterior motive, and it confused her to see someone that wanted to care for her so badly.
Still, she kept an eye on him. The boy had a Jewel Seed inside of him, and she had promised Mother that she would bring them.
Eventually her chance came. After what seemed like an eternity the boy had wondered into a small clearing and fell. Whatever energy that had dragged his broken body around the city had finally run dry.
Making sure that no one was around, Fate landed near the boy and slowly walked towards him. The boy looked like hell. His clothes were still torn from the battle yesterday, and his face was flushed with fever. It was a pitiful sight, and it baffled Fate that this was the same boy that had created that hell with the Jewel Seed. That this was the same boy that had just beaten Arf and promised to save her.
She stared at the boy in front of her and shook her head. “Just who are you going to save?” The girl pushed the thought to the back of her mind. She gathered magical energy into Bardiche before raising it above the boy.
Lightning danced in the sky as Fate made her choice.
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AN: There, the stupid plot point I just threw in on a fly is done. I kinda felt a little odd writing this part since I felt a little conflicted on what Fate would choose. Then again, Fate herself would probably feel conflicted on it too so it evens out.
Anyways, I liked how this chapter worked as an introduction for Shirou's advanced Projection ability. That worked out a lot better than my original version. In all honestly, I don't have much to say about this part.
So anyways, tell me what you think.
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Hmm. Alright, I can go with this. The Jewel Seed acting to preserve itself, latching on to Avalon....hmm. Works for me. Shirou's first projection was great. Nice little fight scene.
I liked this scene.
That's all, folks!
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Nice chapter! Nice cliff.
That plot.
The first season happened in April, and the second one ended in December of the same year. They give dates, but you'd have to watch the episodes for that.
You're very good at this. I find myself wondering how closely he can imitate the skills of the swordmasters.
"Those who say it can not be done should not interrupt those who are doing it."
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The long awaited chapter!
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And one heck of a cliffer.
Read a Wiki (supposedly official) Nanoha and company were about 19 or so durring StrikerS. So it'd probably be only a year after the HGW if we go the base Cannon route. So not long after they get out of Highschool.
Which brings up a solution to the continuity Error of why Shirou would be in Fuyuki.
He gets transfered to the highchool in Fuyuki with Nanoha or Fate (possibly Hayate and the writter but that's up to Hero) and they stay in the Emiya residence when the War starts.
I'd LOVE to see the look on Lancer's face when he walks into a house filled with EXTREME level mages (by Nasu-verse standards) all by his little lonesom. Cue, wtf moment.
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I like how it came out and the way of on how he got the blueprints made some sense though I don't understand how avalon or the jewel seed had gotten information on the weapon even if incomplete.
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Avalon and the Jewel Seed had nothing to do with the weapon. The Jewel Seed prematurely created Unlimited Blade Works within Shirou. However, Shirou has not exactly seen a lot of real swords, thus the whole idea of it being a Limited Blade Works along with the fact that he can't really control it. Avalon is just there to anchor the Jewel Seed.
The weapon came from Shirou's memory as it has been shown that a memory is enough for a weapon to be included into Unlimited Blade Works.
Also, Shirou is probably going to stop going to school after middle school (Japan not having mandatory High School) and work with the Rescue Corps.
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i loved the scene between shirou and fate. it felt moving and seemed like something shirou would do. the faltering memory and mysterious partially formed weapons in his mind were a nice addition, im guessing none f them are np's, just normal weapons that catch his eye. good luck on the next part.
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My only regret is that Fate and Arf couldn't enjoy Shirou's cooking...
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Beef Stew is awesome.
Woohoo, update
And I'm surprised Arf didn't tag along to keep a eye on Shirou. After being knocked out by him she'd be at least more wary to just let Fate go alone right?
I just have to say one thing to Fate-chan:
Spoiler:
Japan doesn't have a manditory highschool?
I didn't know that.... Now I'm back to Shirou getting reviewed on his magical abilities by TSAB scientists.
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I think Hayate dropped out after middle school too... Actually maybe that's not right... When did she drop out again?
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