The high sky shines with gorgeous stars.

I looked up like a child in my childhood and looked at the gorgeous starry sky with stars flying in the sky.

It was the hero's light, which was reflected in the light of the hero, and the shining light illuminated the dim sky and the broken gears.

——That scene was so charming that I couldn’t open my eyes.

The sound of steel entering the body sounded, under the dazzling starlight, under the falling steel, I was pierced by an object and then threw it to the ground.

The lost hot blood and the pain in my body awakened my consciousness. I fell from the high sky and returned to this battlefield and the man standing in front of me.

"Although you and I have the same power, being distracted at this time is a fatal mistake."

The man said so.

It's so strange, didn't he find this beauty?

In this dim world, under the flying yellow sand is a vast sea of ​​stars.

As I saw in my dream, the river of stars is a vast river that is wider than the sea.

Countless lights were shining, flying around us, and the shining light completely covered the small battle between the two tiny humans.

"Really, I can't help but get distracted..."

I coughed out a mouthful of blood in pain, and the nose was filled with the smell of blood. Maybe my body couldn't last long.

But how can the boiling feelings stop?

The light of the heroic spirit shone in his eyes, illuminating my world. The surging emotions almost overflowed from my body, and I was so moved that I burst into tears.

——It’s great to find you.

The man held the hand of the dying child tightly, his eyes were filled with tears but showed a touching smile.

——I want to save England.

The girl carried out the sword in the stone and raised it high towards the sky to welcome the cheers of the Chinese people.

——Get out of my hometown.

The cyan hunting dog jumped up and threw the spear in his hand towards the swarming enemy.

——Dancing my highest sword skills in front of the strongest swordsman.

The warrior in the blue shirt is independent of the temple before Shendao, and his long sword scatters across the sky.

It turns out that all I want is that simple.

Living, living, despicablely gave up on others in order to live hard, and lying alone in the sea of ​​fire waiting for death to come.

——That’s you, a despicable person.

Then I was saved by that person, longing to have the touch and joy of that person, and use that feeling to wash away my despicableness.

——That’s you, boy.

Being a partner of justice is not the intention to act for others, but the goal I set to satisfy my desires, and I try my best to cover up my sins.

——I am so selfish.

The contempt of her own life forced Saber to save me again and again until her death.

He despised the people around him, left in pain without hesitation until his own death.

"I just want to be a partner of justice?"

Standing up my painful body, I laughed at myself and the man in front of me.

"I'm just so selfish, turning my future into what you look like."

Is the man surprised? Maybe he has already realized that when he gave up the people around him again and again for the sake of justice, he should understand the abnormality. The so-called justice is just to ignore the people around him for his own wishes.

But is that wrong?

There are always people who have to work hard to correct the mistakes in this world.

Therefore, he can continue with the belief of a righteous partner.

"Now, do you think you're wrong?"

The man is questioning me.

Am I wrong?

My will and my dreams have never been promised to hurt someone.

I want to be a partner of justice.

It's because I want to have the feelings that fill my chest again.

Let that brilliant emotion fill this empty heart.

I want to be integrated with the starlight in the sky.

“…How can we absolutely distinguish whether it is wrong or not?”

This is the saddest thing in the world, analyzing oneself time and time again, trying to eliminate the wrong components.

But the world is simply unable to distinguish between justice and evil, good and cruelty, sacrifice and sacrifice.

Affirm yourself to become your future self.

Negate the present self and change the future self.

Such a complicated thing can't be distinguished no matter what.

My future is only clear, and only the future has the power to regret it.

Now I can only have the mood I am now.

"No matter what I want to fight, I always want to use all my life to have that starlight called a hero."

I want to be a hero.

That's all.

Forget all the confusion, I waved the sword in my hand again.

Forgot the darkness of the past and no longer respond to the hopeless call.

It is not for the dead people, nor for the inheritance of their father's ideals.

No longer consider how many people can be saved to redeem past sins.

I just wanted to be a hero, just for myself.

Cover this weak body towards the brilliant stars in the sky.

The world of yellow sand blows a cool breeze.

The dry land under my feet was rustling, and green seemed to be coming out.

The low clouds quietly dispersed, revealing the high blue sky.

Occasionally, stars shine, and even if the sky is so clear, you can still see the shining light.

Just like, if you turn your eyes to the sky, you can penetrate thick clouds, high sky, and into the dark universe.

No, there is not only darkness, countless stars are flying in the universe, and ancient stars that existed since the beginning of the universe converge into an endless river of stars, passing around this small world.

That is the light of the soul.

Put your heart in the starlight that has gone through the years without changing your original intention, experience the surging emotions, and bring its firm beliefs to me.

——It becomes a sword.

The soul of the sword that felt pulsation, and I walked through this fantasy world with the sword shining with the light, facing the person standing in front of me.

No more pain.

No more fear.

Because this is my world.

~~~~~~~ World~~ Need~~ Divide~~ Line~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The swords are still colliding.

Under the sword rain falling from the sky, I moved towards that person.

This is the world of swords, a world created by Shirou Emiya of the past and Shirou Emiya of the future.

No matter what kind of sword treasure is, it is the product of the two people's joint creation, so the strength is not determined by the sword itself, but by the creator's belief.

Only creators with stronger beliefs can create stronger swords.

In the collision of countless sword torrents in the sky, the difference in beliefs between the two creators will be broken in the collision of ideas, creating the rain of broken swords falling in front of them.

In comparison of quantity, I could not squander so much magic power as easily as him, but as long as I had a sword in my hand, I could not give in.

Because I am not alone holding the sword.

——You will lose.
To be continued...