Blade Borne to Kill

Chapter 4: A Blood Drunk Hunter

Let's see here...*Procedes to read OG chapter 4*

Zelretch, get the monkey wrench, we have work to do!

Zelretch: What do you mean we have work!?

I reread the original chapter, and I realized that this entire chapter was a complete missed opportunity to show just how unhinged and truly dangerous my version of Shirou really is.

Zelretch: *Skims OG chapter* Shit, you're right, and we missed the opportunity to make some dank memes!

LET'S DO THIS, MEME BROTHER!

Zelretch: MEMES FOR THE MEME GOD!

Do we even have a Meme God?

Zelretch: You can write a fanfiction about that later!

Welp, to those who read the original chapter 4 of A Blade Borne to Kill, I hope you like this version of it better.

Chapter 4: A Blood Drunk Hunter

Shirou Emiya, Altrouge didn't really think much of him at first glance. She watched as the boy in question lay down and watch the stars on the grassy hill just outside of Misaki Town.

"So, this is Zelretch's new student," Altrouge said to herself. "Interesting."

He was a child of eight, neck length, messy, red hair with a few black colored streaks here and there. A plain long sleeve black shirt, blue jeans and a pair of black sneakers.

Other than his peculiar hair color, he was completely mundane. Surely there was more to him than meets the eye, after all, Zelretch didn't just take anyone as his student.

There were two noticeable things about him, first, he smelt like the moon, almost like an apostle, but at the same time, something completely different. The other, a mass of the most twisted and blasphemous conception, an unimaginable, and incomprehensible, eldritch force that shouldn't exist in this reality. The last one was faint, but it was there, it wasn't even trying to hide.

It reminded her of when Zelretch and herself celebrated her birthday a few hundred years back. Good times.

It also reminded her of that feeling she got three years ago. An indescribable feeling, not one you could explain, it was something you had to experience. Altrouge didn't know what it was, but it wasn't a good sign.

Hell, most other Dead Apostle Ancestors felt whatever the hell that was three years ago. A majority of them vowed to not piss it off. A good portion of The Twenty-seven Dead Apostle Ancestors held a meeting over what in the world the force was, and what to do about it. Zelretch volunteered to check it out, he came back an hour later with a grinning ear to ear.

A bad sign if any.

Not to mention that her demonic dog, Primate Murder, was on guard at the sight of this child.

What in the world had Zelretch taken under his wing? One way to find out.

Altrouge began to approach Shirou with Primate Murder, the Beast of Gaia never once took his eyes off the eight-year-old.

Shirou sat up, he turned to her and tilted his head curiously.

Altrouge gave him a polite bow. "Hello, my name is Altrouge Brunestud."