hello, this is my very first story im making so please don't be too harsh if the story is awful and i hope you enjoy this, this is a what if shirou was teleported into danmachi with a twist as the astrea familia was never destroyed and alfia is alive and taking care of bell.
---
š CHAPTER 1 ā "The Blade Carried by Fate"
(1200+ words)
---
He felt the world cracking.
Not in the literal senseāno tremor shook the ground, no roar split the skyābut deep within the fabric of existence itself. Shirou Emiya had felt this sensation once before, when he projected the impossibility of Caliburn and defied fate for a fleeting moment. That same distortion, that same ripple, returned now.
Except this time, he was not the cause.
The Fifth Holy Grail War had ended. The Greater Grail, buried beneath the city of Fuyuki, should have shut down quietly, its corrupted core eliminated. The last embers of its power were supposed to dissolve harmlessly into the void.
But something went wrong.
Shirou felt it first as a tug behind his navelāa thread hooking into his soul, pulling. He staggered on the scorched ground, the remnants of battle fading around him. Archer's fading presence, Rin's farewell, Saber's gentle kiss of gratitudeāthey all blurred into a haze of fading memories as a light, unnatural and corrosive, swallowed the edges of his vision.
"ā¦Whatā¦ is thisā¦?"
No answer came from the empty air.
He reached out with Reinforcement instinctively, forcing prana into his limbs to resist the pull, but his fingers passed through the light as if it were hollow.
A cold voice that did not belong to a human whispered through the distortion.
ERROR. SINGULARITY DETECTED.
RE-ALIGNMENT REQUIRED.
The Grail.
It was the Grail.
Shirou felt his heartbeat freeze, then surge.
"Noāwaitāstop!"
His shout was torn away as the light yanked him forward, swallowing him whole.
A flash.
A twist.
A lurch.
The world inverted on itself like folded paper.
And thenā
Silence.
---
Shirou's consciousness returned slowly.
The first thing he felt was the windācool, gentle, brushing across his cheek. Not the acrid air of a battlefield, nor the warm humidity of Fuyuki. This breeze carried an earthy scent, tinged with grass and distant leaves.
His eyelashes fluttered.
His vision blurred with light and shadow.
He lay on his back, staring up at a canopy of tall trees whose leaves filtered sunlight into dancing fragments of gold. For a long moment, he simply breathed, letting the unfamiliar air fill his lungs.
His body did not hurt.
That alone was strange.
Shirou pushed himself up slowly, his movements calm and deliberate. Every detail was deliberateāhe checked his limbs, flexed his fingers, tested his breath. Reinforcement hummed faintly beneath his skin; he could feel prana circulating normally.
Avalon pulsed faintly in his core, soothing, alive.
ā¦Everything is intact.
His body was whole. His circuits unharmed. No trace of battle wounds.
He exhaled slowly.
"Whereā¦ am I?"
The forest around him was peaceful, almost serene. The trees were tall, straight, and densely packed, of a species he did not recognize. Birds chirped overhead, their calls soft and melodic. The grass beneath him swayed gently.
And yetā
Something in the air felt wrong.
Not dangerous.
Not hostile.
Justā¦ foreign.
It felt like the laws of the world were different. His magecraftāhis very existenceāwas resonating differently with the prana in the environment.
Shirou placed one hand on the ground, gathering a small portion of prana. He projected the simplest thing he couldāa basic steel dagger.
"Traceā¦ on."
The words left his lips naturally.
Blue sparks flickered.
Circuits ignited along his skin.
The shape pressed into existenceā
Then shattered.
The half-formed dagger burst apart into motes of fractured light, scattering like broken glass.
Shirou's eyes narrowed.
He tried again, slower, adjusting for the strange prana density in the air.
"Traceā¦ on."
The dagger formedācomplete this timeābut its edges wavered with instability, like heat distortion. It was fragile, imperfect.
"UBW feelsā¦ shaky," he murmured.
His Reality Marble was responding, but sluggishly, like a limb that had fallen asleep.
This world is interfering with it.
The realization was unsettling, but not terrifying. He could adapt. He always adapted.
He dispelled the dagger and stood.
His legs felt steady beneath him. He scanned the forest carefully, taking in every sound, every motion, every shift in air pressure. Trained combat instinct from Archer's memories guided himācalm, methodical, perceptive.
Then he heard it.
A rustleāfar too heavy for a small animal.
Shirou turned sharply.
A large creature lurked between the treesāa hulking shape with dark scales, hunched shoulders, and yellow eyes burning with primal hunger. It snarled low, a gurgling, echoing sound.
A monster.
Shirou did not know the name, but he recognized danger at a glance.
"Great," he muttered, "I get dropped in a forest anget dropped in a forest and immediately find something like this."
He reinforced his legs with a pulse of prana, shifting into a balanced stance. His right foot angled forward, left foot steady, arms loose but ready.
The monster lunged.
Shirou moved at the exact same moment.
He dodged sideways, sliding across the grass with a controlled glide. His palm swept through the airā
"Traceāblade!"
Three short daggers materialized in his hand, imperfect but functional.
He threw them with practiced, precise motions.
Two embedded into the creature's hide with small sparksāits scales were harder than expected. The third struck its eye, making it reel back with a screech.
Shirou pressed forward.
Movementādeliberate.
Footworkāefficient.
Breathingāsteady.
He reinforced his clenched fist and slammed it into the creature's jaw. The impact cracked bone and sent a shockwave up his arm.
The monster staggered. Shirou stepped in, swept its leg with a clean low kick, and pinned its head to the ground with a reinforced stomp. A new projected blade manifested in his handā
āand he drove it down.
The creature dissolved into black dust.
Shirou exhaled.
He adjusted his breathing, letting Reinforcement fade from his limbs. His heartbeat slowed; his senses sharpened again.
He frowned.
"When a creature diesā¦ it turns into dust?"
He had no time to ponder it, because voices echoed through the trees.
"Over here!"
"That sounded like a monster cry!"
"Hurry!"
Shirou stiffened slightly, not out of fear, but caution. He turned toward the sound.
A group of people emerged through the foliageāfive women wearing coordinated light armor, each with weapons ready. Their steps were trained, swift, purposefulāa battle unit accustomed to danger.
Shirou knew instantly: they were warriors.
The one in front had fiery red hair and bright green eyesāconfidence radiating from her like heat.
Alise Lovell.
Captain of the Astraea Familia.
Behind her were Ryu Lion, Kaguya, Lyra, and Nezeāeach distinct, strong, and unmistakably experienced.
Alise's eyes widened slightly as she saw Shirou.
"Youā¦ took that thing down alone?"
Shirou scratched his cheek awkwardly. "Uhā¦ yes?"
Kaguya narrowed her eyes. "He isn't an adventurer. No falna. He shouldn't be able to kill a monster so easily."
Lyra's gaze sharpened. "Not without something special."
Ryu, calm and observant, looked directly into Shirou's eyes.
She saw no fear.
Only resolve.
Alise stepped forward, smiling warmly yet cautiously.
"Hey. I'm Alise. We're the Astraea Familia. And youā¦"
She tilted her head, studying him.
"ā¦are interesting."
Shirou blinked slowly.
"ā¦Astraeaā¦ Familia?"
He didn't know it yetābut this would be the beginning of everything.
Their lives.
His fate.
This world.
And a new chapter for a blade forged by resolve.
i hope you enjoy this chapter and i might make another if you guys like it.