Shirou POV
It was around 3pm when I finally left the museum with a satisfied smile I had recorded quite a bit of weaponry and armor not to mention the Naginata belonging to Tomoe Gozen.
I was now on my way to the Fuyuki River why? Well you see in Fate/Zero Gilgamesh had discarded some Noble Phantasms after they were 'stained' by Lancelot's Knight of Owner skill.
I would be stupid to not get my hands on actual noble phantasms that I could copy and use as bargain tools with magi who would kill for a real-life noble phantasm.
Not to mention I could use the chance to study how the weapons were crystalized to become a Noble Phantasm. If I can understand how they are crystalized then I may very well be capable of crystalizing any of my projections or originally forged weapon into becoming Noble Phantasms.
I made my way to the riverbank carefully observing my surroundings it was a secluded area far enough away from any prying eyes. The last thing I needed was some nosy pedestrian asking why I was diving into the river in broad daylight I took a deep breath mentally preparing myself for what came next.
"Alright time to do this."
With a resigned sigh I began to strip down first my hoodie, then my shoes and socks, followed by my pants. Standing there in my boxers I took one last glance around to make sure no one was watching before finally slipping them off as well. I bundled up my clothes and placed them neatly on the ground before stepping up to the edge of the river.
The water looked cold but that wasn't going to stop me I needed those Noble Phantasms.
I took a deep breath and jumped into the water. The shock of the cold hit me immediately, but I forced myself to stay focused the river was deeper than I expected but I pushed forward swimming down further into the murky depths.
My eyes strained to see in the water but eventually I caught sight of something glinting faintly below a pile of sunken, discarded weapons.
My heart raced with excitement as I swam closer. There they were—actual Noble Phantasms left behind by Gilgamesh himself.
I reached out and grabbed hold of one of the swords its weight and craftsmanship unmistakable even beneath the water. I quickly grabbed the other two weapons another sword, a halberd, and lastly a crimson spear.
Satisfied with my haul I turned and swam back up to the surface breaking through the water with a gasp of air. The chill of the river clung to my skin as I clambered back onto the riverbank water dripping from my soaked body.
"Got them," I muttered with a triumphant grin.
Once I was out of the water I immediately set to work. First I projected a copy of my shirt, altering its size to make it long like a towel I ran the makeshift towel across my body, drying myself off before tossing it aside and projecting another one. This time I used the same method to create a longer strip of fabric wrapping it around the Noble Phantasms to protect and conceal them.
Once they were secured, I put my clothes back on and took a deep breath. The hardest part was done but now came the next step—making sure I could actually use these weapons.
With my bundle of Noble Phantasms wrapped up like a prize I began to head back home, eager to test out my new acquisitions in the privacy of my shed. It was my personal workshop now—well technically it Shirou's workshop—but I was going to put it to better use rather than use it to fucking fix pipes of all things.
-Timeskip-
I pushed open the door to the shed the familiar (yet unfamiliar) scent of metal and oil hitting my nose. The space was cramped to hell with pipes but sufficient for what I needed it for. Tossing the bundle of weapons onto the ground I stretched out my arms and cracked my neck.
"Let's see what I've got and then we can experiment around shall we," I muttered.
I crouched down and unwrapped the bundle carefully, revealing the weapons one by one. The first sword gleamed with a faint aura. Its craftsmanship was flawless just glancing at it I was able to learn the name of the blade...Durandel the legendary sword wielded by Roland,
The second sword was different it felt darker, fiercer, with a heavier presence a quick scan later revealed the blade to be the original sword Gram before it was reforged by Sigurd.
Next was a spear, thin and sharp, with a cruel pointed edge that seemed to pulse with a thirst for blood. It reminded me of Gae Bolg, but this wasn't the version Cu Chulainn wielded—this was a prototype of the original one I thought after scanning the weapon.
Lastly, I picked up the halberd It was massive, a weapon designed for a warrior of great strength its pole reinforced with thick metal bands. The weapon's blade long and vicious gleamed in the low light of the shed it didn't have a legend from what I could tell I thought with a frown, but it did have an ability.
"Forge On."
My body surged with energy as I began the process of recording the weapons down to their last detail. I started with the first Durandal my mind synced with the blade I could feel the overwhelming sense of hollines that radiated from it.
I memorized the structure, the energy flow, the way its presence rippled through the air. It took time but once I was confident in understanding its core I projected a copy of the sword within my grip.
It was an exact replica with the same function only thing missing from it was the wishing function. I still needed to study the sword more before I can replicate that effect, I thought dismissing the weapon.
Next was Gram I began the forging process once more when a rush of memories flooded into me. Fanfir a massive evil dragon slain by the great Norse hero Sigurd. The sword's history repeated itself within my mind from its original form to how it was shattered and then reforged by Sigurd.
A flash of light later and again the replica of the original Gram appeared in my grip I gave it a test swing it felt right in my grip for some reason compared to Durandal I thought letting the sword vanish away.
I then turned my attention to the spear "Forge on!" I chanted once more. The spear was definitely related to Gae Bolg but this version was raw unrefined compared to the one I had seen in the fate movies and UBW show.
It was a prototype likely the earliest incarnation of the weapon, and it lacked the sophisticated techniques that made the final version so feared but it at the very least still held the main power that made it so fierce—the reverse causality effect that could pierce the heart before the spear even struck.
Finally, I turned my attention to the halberd. It was unlike anything I had seen before, both brutal and elegant in its design. As I recorded it I realized that this weapon belonged to someone famous a Chinese general who had led countless armies into battle. The name Houtengeki flitted through my mind though I had no idea where it came from.
I let out a sigh of exhaustion it takes a lot of focus and energy to do these replications, but I wasn't ready to clock it out just yet. I still wanted to find out how the weapons were crystalized to become a Noble Phantasm and figure out how to apply that effect to any other weapon using Unlimited Blade Works since it's essentially a weapon factory process so shouldn't said factory be able to learn and do that exact same thing.
I began by pulling the weapons back to my grasp one by one allowing their stories to wash over me. Each weapon had it own's unique history, wielder, structure, material, and ability but most of all...their legend. I forced myself to keep going through all the weapons details sometimes I would glimpse at something new other times I kept seeing the same thing never learning anything new.
By then end of my one thousand something attempts of learning the weapons secrets I was dead ass exhausted to the point where I laid on the ground staring at the ceiling with dark spots in the corner of my eyes. I had pushed myself to my limits I thought feeling the ache in my body from the overuse of my circuits.
"God damn it...what...am I m-missing," I stuttered halfway through before falling into sleep
-end of chapter two-
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