DxD:the fake Dream

In the mean time though, Kiritsugu had decided for the boy to focus on his strongest basic which while initially useless, enabled the boy in the future to use his greatest strengths… tracing. Time and time again he made the boy scan and analyze random objects to see how they worked. Washing machines, chairs, beams, computers, food. Every time he told the boy to look for their purpose and what they went through. For objects that had mechanical and electrical components, he told the boy to see how they worked and look for the parts that were wrong, even for the things that the child clearly had no idea on how they functioned or what their purpose was. These objects worked best for the boy's training since they had the most complicated internal properties, components, and purposes compared to others.

The boy was getting better with each passing day… he was no genius, far from it, however it was simply as if Shirou had been trying to figure out how to do those things in the first place and what and Kiritsugu was pointing him in the right direction. This was after all, the only spell the child could perform before he found out he had been making his circuits wrong after all so there was of course some proficiency shown in the spell already.

The Magus Killer was not a scientist by any means, however he did managed to scrape up a theory as to how Shirou managed to obtain the ability to copy any close ranged weapon he desired near perfectly just by looking at it. It had… in part, have to do with his other self not knowing how to use his magic circuit. By limiting himself only to 'tracing' and grasping the structure and properties of everyday items for almost 10 years, the boy had enhanced his ability to perceive and analyze physical objects to inhumane levels, going beyond the physical and enabling him to grasp history as well as intentional and mystical purposes and processes just as easily. While this alone was not truly something to brag about to the clock tower, when combined with his element and origin of 'sword', an unexpected phenomenon occurred at some point. Said phenomenon was that the boy somehow manages to subconsciously trace and store the data of anything that can fall even vaguely under the category of 'sword' without using any prana at all. This included axes, lances, pretty much any sort of short ranged weapon. His dreams indicated that barriers and shield like tools could be recreated as well… but at a higher cost. The boy could also trace other objects as well, including somewhat complicated ones like flashlights and television remotes, however they did not come as natural to him as say a kitchen knife.

And taken to its highest level… the boy would eventually be able to produce something that has only been done by humans a total of 6 times in recorded Magi history… he would be able to create a bounded field that reflected his inner world, temporarily overwriting the natural world around him and turning the land around him into the ultimate tool… a reality marble.

Unlimited blade works it was called. An endless empty field devoid of life save for those who were drawn into it. The sky was littered with immeasurably huge gyrating gears and the field was likewise littered with all the weapons jutting up like tomb stones that Shirou had witnessed through his life and stored here. The only distinctive landmark was a small hill covered in blades.

Even if Kiritsugu didn't train himself in keeping his memories from his dreams… he would definitely remember that image…

Faker. That was what Gilgamesh, the golden servant that had caused him so many problems the previous war, had called both Shirou and Archer, and that was what Kiritsugu intended to train his son to be… the perfect weapon against the King of Heroes…

Putting his pen and paper away, Kiritsugu put off his planning again to eat some breakfast with the makeshift family he had inadvertently made these past few years.

He came into the dining room to see the teenaged Taiga gorging herself on the food his son had made with a burning passion. One just meeting the girl would never assume that she was actually the daughter of the local yakuza bosses... and his neighbor. "Calm down Taiga-chan. The food isn't going anywhere and you're already late for school." The reason why Shirou wasn't in a rush was simply because he was still in primary school and as such classes started a bit later than high schools so that all the schools could share the same busses.

"Urgh!" The girl grunted through a full mouth. "Buh a huha!"

"Words and sentences Taiga-chan." The man shook his head as he knelt down to the old fashioned table and began to serve himself. Perhaps cooking had something to do with Shirou's tracing ability as well. After all, it also possessed the process of taking basic components and turning them into something completely different. All the man knew was that Shirou's cooking had steadily been improving for some reason after his training originally started. Breakfast was no exception.

The girl attempted to swallow a few times, bordering on full blown choking before the food went down before her mouth was empty. "I'm hungryyyy Rugu-kun…" She moaned with teary eyes, calling Kitsirugu by the affectionate nickname she had given him. "I missed dinner yesterday cause I was out all night training for the Kendo tournament this weekend."

"You probably won't even fight though." Shirou added in a matter of fact tone. "You keep on forgetting to take off that pendant off the bottom of your sword. Every time you try to enter, you get disqualified for it." Said pendant the boy was referring to was a small pendant hanging off the pommel of the girl's kendo sword. Doing so was illegal in tournaments since it was disrespectful to the opponent. Still it didn't do anything to the girl's form and technique when she beat the living daylights out of her opponents in matches that she did manage to get in. Shirou had mentioned at one point or another that her sword seemed to have an unnatural bloodlust deep inside of it…

Perhaps once the boy was no longer scared stiff of the sight of the thing he could convince the red head to trace it to the point that said bloodlust is recreated as well…

"What was that brat?" Taiga roared in blind immature rage as she crawled over to where the boy was rapidly and put him into a headlock.

"Now now Taiga-chan." Kiritsugu laughed. Deep down he ached, wishing deeply his real daughter was here with him to experience this sort of environment. "You can play with Shirou later after school. You're late enough for school as it is."

"Ack!" The girl screamed as she looked at her watch to check the time. "I'm screwed if I'm rediculously late again!" Immediately letting go of the boy and dashing out of the house, not breaking step to grab her bookbag in the process. "I'll see you guys for dinner!" She yelled from the doorway before her footsteps quickly disappeared.

The two remaining males sighed as they finished their meal, grateful for the peace and quiet they got for now.

"… You know she's going to collapse from a cramp and be even later now right?" Shirou asked after a few minutes of content eating.