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A soft turquoise glow was emitted from his skin as he sat in a trance like state. Only recently had he been able to safely open his circuits without assistance, it still left him numb for a while after doing it but at least it didn't kill him outright. Though currently things were a little strange and it confused him.

His circuits seemed different then before.

There was still 27 circuits within him, a remarkably high amount for a first generation magus according to Rin and they were all still of low quality only able to handle 10 units of prana each. But they still seemed different.

It was barely noticeable but if he had to say, it would be when he first awoke his circuits they would have barely been able to handle 10 units of prana. Even then that would be nearly at the point of bursting, which they actually did once frying his nervous system and killing him (when he pushed himself to hard at tracing), yet now they handled it considerably easier.

The young magus sat there completely baffled, knowing that this was something Rin would have probably been able to figure out easily but with no true training in Magecraft he would really struggle. At least he had a lot of time on his hands.

"Now I can start saving people at least," with access to his circuits and more prana than a single nerve could provide he was ready for when the war would begin later that day.

The mundane day passed in a flash to the red headed magus, the routine which he repeated every time he died was fulfilled automatically by his body, as he waited for the events that would take place that evening.

"Hey Emiya will you clean the archery dojo, it's my turn today but as you can see I'm rather busy." With a group of younger girls following behind him, a wavy blue haired teen spoke.

"Sure," he may have been waiting for this moment and a excuse to stay on school grounds so late but seeing the smirk on the opposite boys face really caused his anger to rise, 'No matter how much I want to punch him it is up to Sakura what happens to him.'

'At least for now.' His mind wondering to a darker places filled with swords sticking out of a certain something.

"Seeya."

The two warriors one red and one blue darted back and forth around the ground, their weapons clashing with sharp rings that echoed across the dark sky. His two short swords danced along the shaft of the crimson spear wielded by the opposing servant as they tried their best to kill each other. The high paced fight never stopped, it was as if they vanished and appeared in a completely different place.

Until a sudden sound alerted them of another's presence.

A young school boy who had witnessed them fighting from behind a row of bushes.

Archer had already returned to the side of his master assuming a defensive stance, and waited for his past self to run like he always did before he got hunted down by the hound.

But to Archer's great surprise he didn't, his amber eyes met Lancer's blood red ones and steeled with determination as his hands raised to his side as though he was about to grab something from thin air.

'How does he know that?' The thought passed through his head at seeing the stance so similar to his.

"No!" A cry rang out from next to him. 'It seems my master finally realises who this oh so unfortunate school boy is.' He thought while keeping a blank look and watching Lancer charge at the younger version of himself with a bloodthirsty smirk painted across his face. 'I hope she doesn't want to save him again, it would be a pain to have to do it again.'

Like a blue beast he charged the distance of about fifty metres was covered instantly, and fierce blood red eyes stared down into me. With an almost bored look he spoke, "Sorry kid."

'I guess not running doesn't make this as fun for him.' Shirou's eyes locked onto the crimson spear loosely held at his side, sparing only a single glance in the distance to see Archer guarding a surprised Rin. Until the familiar sound of steel slicing through air was heard.

It was only a weak attack no way near the top speeds Lancer could reach with weapon clearly obvious from the fact his eyes were still able to track its course. Through Shirou was distinctly aware that this attack could easily claim his life.

His empty had rose in what looked like a futile attempt to stop the sharp weapon piercing into his soft flesh, but what rang out was the sharp sound of steel on steel and not the wet squish of a body being run through.

The familiar black short sword was in his hand gently shaking from the force applied to it by the servant of the spear yet still holding strong. A look of slight interest appeared in his opponents eyes at discovering that Shirou wasn't simply frozen shock and would be a worthless kill.

That's chapter five I hope that you have enjoyed it. In the comments many people have asked about my Shirou still wanting to be a hero, with many people pointing out he gave up this dream in the Heaven's Feel route, but Shirou has not only lived through just that one. He has also lived through Unlimited Blade Works where he comes to term with his ideals and still accepts them, and think about it if you were a person like Shirou and realised you had the power to die and come back to life wouldn't you keep on trying to save everyone. I hope that answered some questions so please follow, favourite and review if you haven't done so already.

Sorry this chapter took so long but a virus has been going around, and I got really sick and wasn't able to write. I also just got my mock results and they really demotivated me so i've been pretty down. But hopefully the next chapter comes to me quicker.