A Newly Ascended god

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Is this handsome guy the one that cause the commotion?"

"How you think he ascended? Did he overcome the limits of Level 10 or through worshipped for deeds?"

"I don't recognize him as either someone that surpassed Level 10 or worshipped for his deeds. Does anyone recognize him?"

"No. I know the East well. He isn't someone known in the East."

"The West is my backyard. Never seen or heard about him."

"Anyone from the North or South recognize him? Someone has to know him, right?"

"I know the North and South well. The handsome guy isn't from either the North or South."

"Maybe no one here knows him? He might come from a part of the world that the gods present right now might not know about."

"What if he is one those loners that never care about fame or glory? It wouldn't be the first time we had a fellow god ascend because he was too humble or worried about being known."

"That would make sense. The chances of someone that is known as a Level 10 or for worshipped for his deeds to become a god without us knowing is incredibly low."

"We might be thinking wrong. He might be someone we know but haven't recognized him because the appearance he is known for might not be the true appearance before us."

The unconscious man that was the subject of the conversation started to stir. He groaned as his eyes fluttered open. The fact he could control his body surprised him. This was certainly was not what he had been expecting. Death meant the end, unless he managed to reincarnate with his memories intact. The fact that he was not in an infant body suggested that he should still be alive, or maybe he reincarnated and remembered his previous life several years after being born again. He quickly dismissed that notion as he remembered no memories of a life after reincarnating.

His eyes opened and the sight greeting him made him think that maybe instead of reincarnating he might have transcended. The people staring at him were not recognizable but what his eyes failed his instincts did not. Their appearances might be different but the aura he detected were all too familiar to him. Some had been his allies. Some his enemies. Some shifting between the two camps of ally or enemy depending on the circumstance or iteration he met.

Assuming that he was not being tricked by an illusion or any other deceptive method then he was in the Throne of Heroes. If he thought about it didn't sound implausible. The deeds during his time as a Chaldean Master was more than enough to create numerous stories that could become myths and legends to create a Heroic Spirit. He thought more deeply on the matter and the more thought the more he became convinced as a result of his deeds as a Chaldean Master that he had become a Heroic Spirit to transcend to the Throne of Heroes.

"What's your name?" A woman with a crimson eye (an eyepatch over her right eye) and red hair reaching to the neck, who had a rather sharp face and slender body, asked.

"Shirou Emiya," He introduced himself. "It is an honor to meet you again, Hephaestus."

"Do I know you? I don't ever recall meeting you." Hephaestus asked with a frown.

"I am not surprised that you don't remember me," said Shirou with smile as he recalled that those dwelling in the Throne of Heroes might not receive the memories of their summoned clones. "Since you don't remember me we may as well start as fresh. It would be honor to work with you again. Your creations never fail to awe me. I wish my skills as a blacksmith were a fraction of yours."

"You're a blacksmith?" Hephaestus asked as her eyes lit up with joy. "Show me an example of your work. I want to see what skills you have."

"Here," said Shirou as he materialized his favored twin sabers. "These are my favourite pieces of work."