Same Old Fate

Did Shirou have a clue what was going on? No. Not really. But that was nothing new. In fact, all of it seemed oddly familiar. Everything was the same, from the hole in his chest, to the black haired girl with a glow red object. Now he was involved in a war that previously had nothing to do with him, with the fate of the world hanging in the balance. So you know, same old same old.