Hero of Justice? What a Joke

Chapter One: Shirou Motherfu#king Emiya

Shirou POV

It's odd I had thought being in the void of the afterlife for so long I would have thought I would have lost my ability to feel any kind of emotion.

Yet as I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I suddenly felt an unyielding amount of rage. I can't remember what I originally looked like, but I know for a fact that I was never a red headed Japanese boy with amber eyes with a slight tan.

That's right my friends I am now in the body of the local wannabe hero of justice in the making Shirou...Motherfucking Emiya said dumbass had finally killed himself after messing up on 'creating an artificial magic circuit.'

Worst of all is the fact I am now in the typemoon verse Heroic Spirits? Holy grail war? Zouken?King of heroes? Kirei Kotomine? nah those weren't even half of my main problems. No my three main concerns are Alaya, Gaia, and ORT.

In regard to Alaya it's mainly the fact that she may have some bullshit reason to try and kill me or force me into becoming a guardian, Gaia I am worried she may try to erase my existence since I am an anomaly, and lastly ORT when that monster wakes up it's basically the end of the world and I would rather not die again thank you very much.

There's all the fact that after this Shirou variant died, he left behind an echo or rather a lingering will of sorts that's been trying to integrate itself to my own soul however I like being me and would rather not have that suicidal idiot's thoughts and ideals mixed in with my own.

A faint feeling of indignation that wasn't my own filled my chest I clench my fist "don't tell me...what to do you brat!" I lashed out at the mirror causing it to shatter apart. My hand feels no pain the wounds begin to slowly heal back courtesy of Avalon.

I had to take complete control of this body before things spiraled further. The kid had attempted some half-assed method to use magecraft and paid the price for it. If I was going to survive in this hellhole, I needed to unlock his circuits properly—without killing myself in the process.

After calming my racing thoughts I sat down cross-legged on the bathroom floor, breathing deeply. Activating a magic circuit wasn't something to take lightly.

I closed my eyes, focusing inward. I could feel them, like dormant wires hidden deep in my soul. Shirou's magic circuits were still there, untouched—he'd barely scratched the surface before he died. They felt fragile unused but there was potential.

"Alright," I muttered under my breath "time to wake up, you lazy bastards," I mutter going through every kind of mental switch I could think of starting off with Shirou's original mental switch but no such luck, so I continued until I imagined a hammer forging steel "forge on," the words slip out without me willing to.

All at once my body heated up while the smell of ozone entered through my nose I exhaled "alright that worked now let's properly go through the steps of tracing shall we," I muttered although I wouldn't call it tracing any more since my chant is different, so I guess I'll rename it as forging.

Standing up I quickly headed over to the kitchen grabbed a knife and started the tracing process "analyze begin....forging process begin judging the concept of creation, hypothesizing the basic structure, duplicating the composition material, imitating the skill of its making, sympathizing with the experience of its growth, reproducing the accumulated years, and lastly excelling every manufacturing process," a bead of sweat goes down my face as I focused on all the steps until finally an identical kitchen knife appears in my grasp.

I frown looking at the blade it was a successful projection recreated down to it's last detail but when I took a closer look at it, I noticed the replica had some knicks and chips in it meaning it wasn't a complete exact replica "more practice is required I suppose," I said throwing the knife letting it disintegrate away.