My Snippets, Incomplete Ideas, or Prototype Works

Shirou POV

Hot water leaks down my body as I let out a groan of relief feeling my muscles loosen themselves up. Several winces did escape from my mouth though as the water went down my burnt palm which was healing very slowly.

I stood in the shower for a good ten minutes before coming out and drying myself off sometimes my eyes would catch a glimpse of my broken reflection on the glass wall that I broke. I could see parts of my skin were slowly being replaced with a tan while my hair was already getting white tuffs.

I sighed placing a fresh new pair of clothes on and left towards the only other room I've yet to have explored the dojo room.

The inside of the room was clean with several training dummies off at the far end along with a rack filled with wooden bows, arrows, and shinai. Curiously I wondered if Shirou's cooking skill also passed itself onto me would his abnormal skill in Kyudo also work for me.

I approached the rack my fingers brushing over the wooden bows. The smooth texture felt familiar as if my hands had held them countless times before, yet it was a false sense of comfort. Shirou's memories were still swimming in the back of my mind blending with my own. The muscle memory of kyudo, the precision, the focus—it was all there but it wasn't mine not truly.

Grabbing one of the bows I hesitated for a moment feeling its weight settle in my grip it felt right like a piece of a puzzle sliding into place. Without thinking, I reached for an arrow and nocked it my body falling into the stance almost instinctively

I drew the string back slowly feeling the tension building in my arms the arrowhead trembling ever so slightly as I lined up my shot focus, breathe, and finally...release.

The arrow sailed through the air cutting through the silence of the dojo it struck the target with a solid thud embedding itself dead center. For a moment I stood there stunned I felt a small flicker of pride Shirou's pride tried to surface but I quickly stamped it down once more imaging the black void to block the shard out again.

I lowered the bow down with a frown "heh guess the Archer class really is made for you," I muttered absentmindedly.

I spent a lot of time just shooting at targets for the heck of it until I eventually got bored again and went into the living room "this sucks...I could be using this time to get back into researching and training with my magecraft but my dumbass had to go and push my circuits to their limits tch," I grumbled laying on the tatami floor with the tv flickered on in the background.

"I guess I could do some meditation...I've been stressing myself a lot since I woke up in this body," I muttered closing my eyes.

Breathe in, hold, and then out that was it I could feel my mind clear up but then something hit me and I suddenly saw myself watching a boy with black hair, white skin, and unnatural orange eyes he sat on a table surrounded by a group of blurred out figures.

They were celebrating his birthday, with a wide smile on his face as the boy blew out the candles on a cake. Laughter filled the air but the figures around him remained nothing more than shadows.

Another flash occurred this time the boy stood alone his smile gone. He was in front of several graves his eyes hollow and empty staring blankly at the rows of headstones in front of him. The same sinister orange eyes stared ahead but there was no emotion in them now just emptiness. The sense of loss was palpable almost suffocating again I felt like I should know this person like I'd seen him before but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't place him.

Then another flash happened.

The boy now a teenager sat in a classroom he stared out the window his face impassive seemingly uninterested in the world around him. A teacher's voice echoed faintly in the background asking the class what their dreams were—what they wanted to do with their lives.

One by one the blurred-out students answered their words indistinct and fading as soon as they were spoken. The boy didn't move didn't even turn his gaze from the window and then without a hint of hesitation he spoke.

"My dream... I want to see all that this world of ours has to offer that's all really,"

His voice was steady almost cold as if the words had been carved into his soul long ago yet despite all of that I could see a happy smile on his face. Everything around me blurred and the vision disolved into darkness.

I gasped as I came out of the meditation my heart racing as if I'd just run a mile. My body felt heavy weighed down by the vividness of what I had just seen. I sat up staring blankly at the ceiling trying to shake off the lingering images of the boy with the burning orange eyes.

There was only one guess as to who the boy could have been...myself before I ended up in the black void.

I still retained most of my memories but there were somethings I couldn't remember from my past life.

Such as what I formerly looked like, my name, my family, my dreams, and my goals all things like that were forgotten. Right now, I only had a former fraction of my memories like all the anime I've ever watched, my likes, dislikes, thoughts, opinions, and what jobs I've worked at.

I guess having spent so long in the void...it must have gnawed away at most of my former identity. However, I suspect that since I was in a physical body now my soul is slowly recovering from the damage...probably even more so with whatever Avalon may be doing to me.

Avalon saved Shirou from the Fuyuki Fire even going so far as to change both his origin and element.

The element part doesn't really matter but origin now that is something connected to a person's soul so whose say it's also trying to help my soul heal and in return restore my former identity there's also a chance that I could gain an extra Origin and Element out of this.

If I casted the structural analysis spell on myself, I could find out...but I have to wait how annoying I thought flicking my eyes open.

"Almost 7pm better get start on making dinner for both Fuji-nee and I," I said standing back up heading straight for the kitchen.

-end of chapter four-

Day #2 Continued

It's odd I can't seem to remember much of my previous self only a few basic things nothing personal like my former name, family, friends, and goals I believe that having spent such an abnormal time in the void of the afterlife has eroded my soul away slowly being erasing my former identity I guess I was lucky enough to escape from there.

This dream won't certainly be my last if by having Avalon the sheath of the ever distant utopia inside of me then my soul is slowly healing and over time, I may just regain everything I lost about myself.

I wonder just exactly what I was like back then...hmm

Best not to dwell on it too much for now I must focus on gathering more power.

-From the journal entry of 'Shirou Emiya'

-From the journal entry of 'Shirou Emiya'

Alright so this was something that just came to me regarding the extra origin and element stuff so I had to go back and edit the first chapter where the MC talks about what his former looks were like.

Any who here's what the MC looked like before his death.