Between me and that man, the sword rain fell from the sky tried to prove it to me.

--Help.

In the sound of dreamy roar, several swords appeared spiritually beside me, cutting away the flying rain of swords.

I'm not alone.

Saber seemed to be seen in front of me.

The girl who rushed to the front of the army was so dazzling that she seemed out of reach.

But she is not alone.

Countless warriors who yearn for light gathered under the girl's banner and fought for the same dream.

And I am in the middle of this sea of ​​glory.

Chasing the light.

I want to be a member of the glory.

——You can't win.

The man's eyes were cold and he stepped forward towards me. The black and white blades appeared in his hands, but there was a rain of swords falling from the sky between them.

——Get out of here.

The roar of a hero from the gods came out of his mouth, and the huge black stone sword suddenly appeared in front of me, flew high against the torrent of the sword, and the sword body like a shield blocked all the attacks.

The passion like fire surged in my heart. I waved the huge blade and slashed at the person. The other party spread his black and white wings, and the shadows flying high covered me and the sword in my hand.

Another wave of sword rain collided. After the attacking sword arrow and the guardian sword edge, the black and white wings falling from the sky fell down and hit the giant sword barely supported.

The next moment, the man who gave up the double sword flashed through the rock sword that had lost its power support, and the projected blade slashed again on the double swords that appeared in my hand at the same time.

"drink--!"

Grinding his teeth and resisting the force that wanted to rebound the steel, the two equally elegant and gorgeous white and black swords tried their best to prove that they were in conflict with each other.

The mirror sword without vanity reflects the white and black, yin and yang, and clumsy forging sword.

The mutual correspondence, dependence, and simple existence only manifests beauty.

The too powerful black rock sword will exceed the limit that you can control and will be captured by the other party.

Only this simple forging sword is the weapon that is truly suitable for you.

Not a real swordsman, but two sword-casters, only these pairs of weapons were made for themselves, and the determination and faith in them truly belong to the empty self.

——But you are still too weak.

The tired body was seized with a chance as long as it was a bit concentrating. The man who kicked me away with one kick told each other's gap in silent words.

——It's really too weak.

The hands and feet are trembling, and the heart will burst open its chest, and every breath is like a knife cutting it in the internal organs.

The body no longer belongs to you, and no matter how you drive it, you can't be faster.

——Just work harder, try harder.

He swayed himself up, and the ground seemed to sway like water.

The limit is such a thing. No matter how hard you try, it will be like blowing through the atmosphere of the world without damaging the sky.

But in that case, I will no longer be able to chase the stars in the sky.

——No matter what is good.

——No matter what the price is paid, it will be good, make me stronger.

——I want to become stronger, I want to surpass the man in front of me.

So, the prayer reaches the depths of the soul and finally touches the untouchable memories.

Strengthening means imagining a more perfect self and then strengthening it.

Isn’t a more perfect self right in front of you?

So, the body responded to the prayers in my heart, and the change occurred in sudden pain.

"ah----------!"

The skin is hurting, the muscles are hurting, the bones are hurting, and every part of the body is hurting.

It seemed as if I was forcibly stuffed into a box that could only accommodate half of my body, and I had to ravage every inch of my body.

I want to fall, fly, abandon this body, and burn this body.

I want to die, I want to live, I want to die in pain, I want to surpass this pain.

The muscles are bulging and strengthening, and the body is stretched out by invisible force, almost breaking the growing body of the skin like bamboo shoots after the rain, becoming more adaptable to the sword in the hand.

That was not what I thought was reinforcement, but the power of Shiro Emiya who had been hidden for ten years, further transforming my body under my desire.

It was like taking off the shell of a boy named Shirou Emiya and turning into some kind of monster that was inhuman.

Dressed with cracked skin, the monster advanced towards the man.

I became a monster and moved towards the man who stretched out his hand to me.

——Fantasy collapses.

Like a fantasy that was crushed in reality, the sword that exists only by imagination destroys itself in the explosion, and a violent shock wave passes through my body.

Several giant swords that suddenly appeared blocked my body. In the gap between the swords, I opened an invisible bow towards the man.

"caladbolg——(pseudo*spiral sword)"

"lo—aias (Seven Rings of the Sky)"

There was almost no interval. I recited the real name of the treasure at the same time. The treasure released from close range swept the surroundings. When I was hit by the shock wave of penetrating defense, the man was also knocked away from afar.

Is there another rib broken? Let's forcefully fix it by magic. The monster Shirou Emiya has not yet collapsed.

Standing up with bloody steps, I locked the man who would never give in with my eyes.

The space collapsed in violent collisions, and the land exposed to the shade dried up and cracked again, dark clouds gathered and were blown away, and the belief in collision could no longer maintain the stability of the space.

This illusioned world is collapsing.

Finally, he and I reached their limits.

However, how could Shirou Emiya lose to Shirou Emiya?

The man, wearing a broken bright red battle suit, opened his black and white wings again, and flew towards me like an arrow.

I have that kind of wings.

A mediocre mortal has no talent for combat and no talent for magic. All I have is the courage of imagination.

Only that, then do it to the best.

Turn your imagination into a ready-made weapon and my wings.

The wings are spreading, and the broken body is rejoicing.

This is my wish, this is everything I long for.

Embrace to the light.

Feel that joy.

——I’m sorry, I’m so selfish.

——At least, I also want to have that dazzling light like my father.

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

The boy also spread his black and white blades, facing the rushing man without any concession.

His body was already scarred, and what was even more terrifying was his cracked skin and his forced growth body. From a distance, the boy with the same white hair could not tell each other compared to the man.

In any case, all contradictions will end here.

The sky shattered, revealing the distant night sky behind it and the shining stars in the sky.

The fragments of the sword fell like raindrops, as if they were crying.

Anyway, it's time to end.

The man was surprised and found a crack in the double blades in his hand.

——Why is the strength of the weapons he created exceeding my creation?

In the world that men ignore, the desolate space is collapsing, and reality reoccupied his territory.

In the gap between imagination and reality, there is the shining light of stars.

The boy who lost all his help and walked towards death alone discovered his own light.

After experiencing reincarnation, in the meeting between the past and the future, the boy longed for the light of the hero and finally turned it into reality.

The desolate sword tomb that has been revealed is collapsing.
To be continued...