Nuclear Sword Immortal Starting from Type-Moon

"I want to become a champion of justice!"

He made this oath while pointing a knife at Archer.

I hope you find happiness.

He held Miyu's hand, who was dressed in a formal gown, on the altar, and prayed.

"I want to become Sakura's only ally of justice!"

On a rainy night, he held the crying girl and made this vow.

"Did you escape? Did you escape to hell, Sesshouin Kiara!"

He was being held down by many people, but he still roared at the woman's corpse lying on the ground.

"I am the bone of my sword."

Covered in wounds, he raised his right hand before the oldest king of mankind.

"If doing this will prevent anyone from shedding tears..."

Dressed in combat gear, all alone, he stared at the blue orb of light before him and murmured to himself.

Countless scenes kept flashing back.

Countless sounds filled my ears.

Until the very end

A tremendous force, like a surging waterfall, forcefully poured into Shirou's small body, which was only 7 years old!

Boom!

The azure magic transformed into surging lightning, violently coursing across Shirou's body.

The light flickered, sometimes bright, sometimes dim!

The magical power within his body was surging at an unimaginable and terrifying rate.

The magic circuits, which were still dormant due to their young age, were repeatedly and violently activated under the forceful impact.

1 items...

3 items...

12 items...

19 items...

27 items...

He felt a sharp, intense pain, as if every nerve in his body was being violently slashed by a high-voltage electric current, causing him to tremble all over.

Shirou clenched his teeth so tightly that a trickle of blood even seeped from the corner of his mouth.

In his almost fading consciousness, Shirou saw a hallucination.

The dim and desolate sunset, like the embers of a fire, bathed the entire sky in its golden hue.

Beneath his feet lay an endless wasteland.

And on this desolate wasteland, countless swords were stuck in the ground.

€€€€Sword!

Everywhere you look, there are swords!

An intact sword, a broken sword

Divine sword, holy sword, demonic sword, cursed sword, blessed sword, legendary sword...

Swords stood in rows in a gloomy world that seemed devoid of hope.

This is the graveyard of swords!

At the endless horizon, a fierce wind carries the smell of rust.

The clouds moved rapidly as the wind blew.

Shirou's signature red hair became messy and danced wildly in the wind.

The unique scenery was reflected in his brown eyes.

"Realistic Marble...!"

Without a doubt, what he is seeing now is the mental landscape of the Reality Marble – Unlimited Blade Works!

This hallucination didn't last long. As consciousness gradually returned to reality, the landscape of the wasteland disappeared, and the scene returned to the bedroom.

At the same time, the dark gold "Blank Class Card" that Shirou was tightly clutching in his hand also turned into countless tiny golden flames and dissipated between his fingers.

Chapter Three: Reincarnation

The distant chimes echoed in Fuyuki Church.

The flickering flames bloomed at the boy's fingertips.

As the flame in his hand faded, Shirou listened to the distant chimes echoing outside the window, feeling as if he were in a dream.

"This is the power of heroic spirits..."

Shirou quickly opened the panel to check his attributes.

Name: Chiki Shirou

Age: 7

【Height: 133cm】

【Power: 6.9→442】

Agility: 7.7 → 678

[Constitution: 8→579]

[Spirit: 12→32]

[Skills: Projection, Enhancement, Illusion Collapse, Melee Combat, Firearms Mastery...]

[Talents: Archery, Clairvoyance, Mind's Eye, Unlimited Blade Works...]

Shirou stared blankly at his own attributes.

Who would have thought that not long ago he was lamenting his powerlessness against this cruel world?

Now, however, he has gained the power of heroic spirits in such a dramatic way.

Even after leaving the room and going to the bathroom to wash up, Shirou still felt a sense of unreality.

Light footsteps echoed in the living room.

Mrs. Chihiro was all dressed and ready to head out to the mall.

Mrs. Chiki turned around when she saw Shirou wiping his face with a towel in the bathroom, her face full of doting smile.

"Oh, right, Shirou, I've put your lunchbox on the table. Remember to take it with you after you finish breakfast."

Familiar words.

"Okay, I understand. Please take care."

Shirou raised his hand and waved.

Then, with a soft "click," the door was closed.

Now, Shirou is all alone in the empty house.

Shirou entered the bathroom, rinsing his mouth while looking at himself in the mirror.

"Now, I should be able to change some things, right?"

Looking at his right hand, which belonged to a 7-year-old child, Shirou could feel the power of a Heroic Spirit contained within it.

No, isn't that a bit too presumptuous of me to think that way?

Of course, it would be wonderful if life were that smooth sailing.

What he was worried about was that thing called "fate" in the Type-Moon universe.

If we inhaled a little less air, if the sunlight were a little stronger, if the moon were a little closer to the Earth...

Any slight change could cause the foundation to collapse.

Humanity walks on thin ice every minute and every second.

So, am I standing on thin ice that could shatter at any moment?

My mind is racing with thoughts.

Shirou ate breakfast in this dazed state.

"Let's go to school first..."

He stuffed the lunchbox into his schoolbag, then slung his shoulder bag over his shoulder and left home.

Although it's only September, the weather on the streets is already starting to get cooler.