"Is this handsome guy the one that cause the commotion?"
"How you think he ascended? Did he overcome the limits of Level 10 or through worshipped for deeds?"
"I don't recognize him as either someone that surpassed Level 10 or worshipped for his deeds. Does anyone recognize him?"
"No. I know the East well. He isn't someone known in the East."
"The West is my backyard. Never seen or heard about him."
"Anyone from the North or South recognize him? Someone has to know him, right?"
"I know the North and South well. The handsome guy isn't from either the North or South."
"Maybe no one here knows him? He might come from a part of the world that the gods present right now might not know about."
"What if he is one those loners that never care about fame or glory? It wouldn't be the first time we had a fellow god ascend because he was too humble or worried about being known."
"That would make sense. The chances of someone that is known as a Level 10 or for worshipped for his deeds to become a god without us knowing is incredibly low."
"We might be thinking wrong. He might be someone we know but haven't recognized him because the appearance he is known for might not be the true appearance before us."
The unconscious man that was the subject of the conversation started to stir. He groaned as his eyes fluttered open. The fact he could control his body surprised him. This was certainly was not what he had been expecting. Death meant the end, unless he managed to reincarnate with his memories intact. The fact that he was not in an infant body suggested that he should still be alive, or maybe he reincarnated and remembered his previous life several years after being born again. He quickly dismissed that notion as he remembered no memories of a life after reincarnating.
His eyes opened and the sight greeting him made him think that maybe instead of reincarnating he might have transcended. The people staring at him were not recognizable but what his eyes failed his instincts did not. Their appearances might be different but the aura he detected were all too familiar to him. Some had been his allies. Some his enemies. Some shifting between the two camps of ally or enemy depending on the circumstance or iteration he met.
Assuming that he was not being tricked by an illusion or any other deceptive method then he was in the Throne of Heroes. If he thought about it didn't sound implausible. The deeds during his time as a Chaldean Master was more than enough to create numerous stories that could become myths and legends to create a Heroic Spirit. He thought more deeply on the matter and the more thought the more he became convinced as a result of his deeds as a Chaldean Master that he had become a Heroic Spirit to transcend to the Throne of Heroes.
"What's your name?" A woman with a crimson eye (an eyepatch over her right eye) and red hair reaching to the neck, who had a rather sharp face and slender body, asked.
"Shirou Emiya," He introduced himself. "It is an honor to meet you again, Hephaestus."
"Do I know you? I don't ever recall meeting you." Hephaestus asked with a frown.
"I am not surprised that you don't remember me," said Shirou with smile as he recalled that those dwelling in the Throne of Heroes might not receive the memories of their summoned clones. "Since you don't remember me we may as well start as fresh. It would be honor to work with you again. Your creations never fail to awe me. I wish my skills as a blacksmith were a fraction of yours."
"You're a blacksmith?" Hephaestus asked as her eyes lit up with joy. "Show me an example of your work. I want to see what skills you have."
"Here," said Shirou as he materialized his favored twin sabers. "These are my favourite pieces of work."
"Kanshou and Bakuya." Hephaestus said in surprise as she immediately recognized the Noble Phantasms. "How do you have these? Gān Jiàng and Mò Yé would never part with these."
"Gān Jiàng and Mò Yé?" Shirou repeated in confusion before he recognized that Hephaestus was referring the Chinese couple/blacksmiths that had forged the original Kanshou and Bakuya. "This is a copy. I have been lucky enough to see the originals in person."
"A copy you say," said Hephaestus in suspicious tone before she inspected the Noble Phantasms again but this time using her divine powers as a Goddess of Smith. "It really is a copy. No, it is better to call them replicas. They are nearly flawless reproduction that without my divine powers I wouldn't have noticed the difference."
"Oh, what a bummer. Here I thought the first god in centuries to ascend would someone that surpassed Level 10."
"Surpassing Level 10 to ascend is incredibly difficult. Everyone had kind of expected our newest kin would be someone that ascended due to his deeds."
"Yea. Even amongst the gods of battle and war surpassing Level 10 to become a god is a rare achievement."
"Hey this isn't how we greet our newest fellow god!" Hephaestus shouted. "Let give a cheer for our newest god!"
The crowd around Shirou started to cheer and congratulate him at Hephaestus' insistence. Shirou instead of relishing at the crowd's words stood there incredibly confused. He had thought he had ascended to the Throne of Heroes. It seemed that might not the case. There was not a single Heroic Spirit in the crowd. All of them were Divine Spirits, and not the downgraded Divine Spirits turned Heroic Spirits he had encountered as a Chaldean Master. So that left in questioning: where was he?
"Welcome, God of Heroes!" A familiar voice shouted.
Shirou looked up to see someone that he recognized not because of their divine aura but a physical appearance that matched his memories. He saw an old, one-eyed and long-bearded man wearing a cloak over ancient Norse clothing. In his right hand was Gungnir and resting upon his shoulders were a pair of ravens, Huginn and Muninn. He was the god of wisdom, poetry, war, death, divination, and magic and the king of Asgard. His name was Odin, also known to as the All-Father, is the third chief of the Æsir tribe of Norse gods and one of the most prominent figures in Norse mythology.
"Odin, what are you doing here?!" Hephaestus shouted in surprise at the appearance of such an important god.
The crowd of gods reacted in a similar fashion. Odin was in charge of Norse mythology. The leader of gods. Only something of huge importance would cause him to leave his duty governing the Norse Domain. Soon the crowd of gods looked at Shirou curiously, wondering what was so important to bring Odin over.
"God of Heroes?" Shirou repeated in confusion.
"I call you God of Heroes as that is the most fitting name to describe your divinity." Odin replied. "You are very mysterious fellow, Shirou Emiya. I cannot discern what your abilities are and your past. One of the very few gods that I am unable to see through."
"Are you sure his divinity is related to heroes and not blacksmiths? You might have not seen it but Shirou showed be a near flawless replica of Kanshou and Bakuya." Hephaestus asked incredulously.
"I also saw his work. I have not made a mistake in my judgement," Odin shook his head. "He is someone that is cloaked in divinity associated with heroes. To refuse to call him a god of heroes would be deny his strongest divine power." He paused as smile formed. "What is even more surprising is his divinity. It has traces of every mythology, and the kind to signify that he is associated with or a friend."
"How is that possible?! If he is associated or friends with every mythology then how come we don't know him?"
"Is being associated or friend with every mythology even possible?!"
Soon many other comments of outrage and confusion echoed throughout the room.
The longer Shirou interacted with the Divine Spirits the more confused and troubled he became. He was sure that he wasn't a Divine Spirit. That was impossible. He was a human, or human Heroic Spirit to be more exact. Shirou peered at his soul and focused his attention the most on his Spirit Origin. To his shock he detected the aura associated with Divine Spirits and their creations, Divine Constructs.
Shirou, who was staring dumbfounded at his soul and wondering how he suddenly become a Divine Spirit, didn't know that the conversations erupting around him would start an uproar. An uproar that spread throughout the entire Tekkai (Upper World) and soon every god and goddess would learn of his existence. The storm created by Shirou's divinity wouldn't spread as several prominent gods and leaders of gods issued a gag order to prevent knowledge about Shirou reach Gekkai (Lower World), but what Gekkai didn't know was that when he descended onto the mortal plane would mark a start of a new era.