In the forest that became the battlefield again, the sword light galloped across the board.

Blue saber with white saber.

Artoria and Arthur.

Saber with different wills once again confronted each other, and the golden holy sword swung in the decisive fighting spirit.

The sword in the stone caliburn, the holy sword selected by the King of England, carried the power to rebuild order, terminate the war, and guarded a pure land.

The sword of victory is excalibur, accompanied by the Knight King throughout his life, and the invincible holy sword gathers all the light of hope in the world, and vows to split the path of victory.

However, the two sword holders who competed against each other were just two wills of the same girl.

Like a dream, many girls named Artoria years ago spent their whole life suffering a painful struggle between the grand wish of saving the kingdom and the tiny personal existence. This conflict that accompanied her life finally emerged as a battle between two personalities.

This time, Artoria was not confused.

No matter whether she is criticized or denied, she is still moving forward with her own will and will never give up on herself.

The person who said proudly in front of him was the girl who gave up on himself completely in despair.

It was like trampling the glory of the Knight King into dust.

With the turbulent intention of fighting, the heavy holy sword turned into an invincible sharp blade, rolling up the storm and tearing the space, vowing to destroy everything in front of you.

The clear and swift torrent of light sets inviolable barriers, separating a boundary between storm and tranquility.

That was not enough. The blocked holy sword was roaring. The next moment, the barriers were like glass shattering, and the storm flew with fragments of glass reflecting the light and shadow of the world.

Fly your clothes and wipe your armor.

The face of the Knight King is fearless and unshakable.

That's just a shell.

The poor girl has always been worried about her failure, has always been afraid of her irresistible heavy responsibilities, has always been afraid of the disappearance of life, and has even been dissatisfied with the defects of the Holy Sword. But what can this tiny self do?

If people need holy swords, then create perfect holy swords. If people need kings, then give up their childish self.

——Give up, then you will never be afraid again.

With pain and anxiety, the sad girl sleeps under the king's mask, revealing only the stability and sacredness that the people need.

Under the king's battle flag, we are invincible!

In the name of King Arthur—! Fight for the Kingdom—!

The knights who had been calling by their side did not understand what their king had sacrificed.

Only Leah.

Watching myself sleeping in the mask, I give up myself.

The heart hurts so much, it hurts so much.

I want to reach out and rescue the girl.

I want to scold myself and scold this weak and evasive myself.

But the first thing that stood in front of her was the kingly figure she dreamed of.

The swords were swinging each other again, and under the light of the holy sword fighting, the blue figure was repelled again. When the steel boots stepped heavily into the ground, the girl named Riya forced her to stop her body and lowered her body to prepare for attacking the Knight King.

"Enough, Liya, your sword can't defeat me."

The king of the Holy White said this, and the girl responded with a bitter smile.

"So, why don't you summon the knights?"

"This is a battle between us, and I don't want anyone to interfere. Do you want them to face their own Wang Zhijian?"

"No, I just want to make sure of one thing."

The bitterness gradually turned into calmness, and the holy sword in his hand raised endless fighting spirit.

"You guy, you have no will to win."

It started instantly, the ground was broken, the sky was torn apart, and turned into infinite power to condense on the holy sword, sending a shocking attack.

Facing the attack of the collapsed world, the Knight King raised his holy sword again.

The sky leaves traces, the world solidifies, the storm dissipates, and the holy swords fight.

The movement that disrupts the world, all calming tranquility, and the contact between the boundaries drawn by the holy sword is close to the limit. The sword holder who implements his will in his body and roars, and uses all his strength to swear to push the world to the turmoil of the sword seeking victory, or the order of the sword of the king.

Finally, the sword of vows to win retreated in accordance with the power of inertia. The blue girl was pushed into the sky under the reaction force. She looked down at the Knight King standing on the earth and said calmly.

"To establish order and to draw boundaries, such a sword cannot bring you victory at all. No matter what reason you want to keep me, I will defeat you."

Looking up at the direction of the blue meteor falling, a trace of sadness flashed across the beautiful face of the Knight King.

"The curse of victory...what can you reach?"

The next moment, the falling stars turned into a shell as fast as a laser, and attacked the Knight King again.

The war between the two wills is far from over.

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

"Shirou, be careful-!"

The silver light formed a barrier as it flew, trying to block the sudden black shadow.

But in front of the enemy in front of you, you can only have the ability to block your vision.

The dense silver threads that formed a shield only remained unchanged and dissipated in an instant, and the light of weapons lit up in the shadows fell towards me through the shield.

Only at that moment did the weapons take shape in the spirit of fighting, and the moment I fought for me made me barely build a defense.

Steel contends in the confrontation, and huge power is pressing against me, but I cannot retreat because there are people behind me who need protection.

The dark malicious intention came silently from the edge of the vision, targeting my lower abdomen.

That was a familiar malice when I took up a weapon, especially the familiar enemy in front of me.

Gan Jiang Moye skillfully found the defensive trajectory and once again blocked the opponent's attack.

"ah--"

The enemy made a short sound, and the power burst out to break my barely defended.

My chest was scratched by a sharp blade but failed to touch the vital points. I also roared and locked the attacking weapon.

"Shiro Emiya--!"

That's right, the enemy is myself, Shirou Emiya.

Shiro Emiya, armed in black, gave up the weapon that was locked by my double swords, and in a blink of an eye, a new weapon was formed in his hands.

Only in this moment, I struggled to approach the enemy.

"Give me your life—!"

Forced to drive the body to move faster, faster than the enemy, and reach the goal of life at the boundary closest to death.

Finally, after the moment Ilia fought for it, and after the little opportunity to fight back with her wound, I regained the opportunity I lost at the beginning of the battle.

Before the opponent's sword was swung, my sword had already organized defense.

At the moment when the double-edges attacked each other, I also had the spare effort to find opportunities to counterattack.

It was just like the pain of the chest tearing during the battle, which made the other party even more crazy.

"Shiro Emiya, give me your life—!"

Another Shiro Emiya who was born from the darkness asked me for a precious life with a completely different will from me.

"You lunatic, get out of here--!"

You must fight back this enemy, and be careful of other enemies that may appear in the forest.

However, this guy's sword is exactly the same as mine, and there is no flaw in determining the outcome.

We have the same weapons, the same sword skills, the same fighting spirit, and know each other's every blow, and even the defense method is so familiar.

The Yin Sword Mo Xie always forms the first defense at the first time, and the Yang Sword Gan Jiang looks for the flaws of wielding the sword in the defense and launches a deadly attack.

The black armed enemy is moving in the way I use most, attacking from the angle I am most familiar with.

With the weapons waving upwards from the power of the earth, he tried to shake his defense posture.

Use the momentum to drive the body to move rapidly and organize the offensive to the most tricky angle.

As for mirror-like attacks and defenses, the advantage cannot be biased towards either side in a balanced situation.

This seems to be the enemy's ability. I will reach a certain level of my weapon reading and projection ability, so that I can instantly read the enemy's combat skills and attacks when holding the same weapon as the opponent.

If you can reach such a level of reading, the enemy may have the ability to record, read, etc.

According to Tosaka, he can also copy his injuries to the enemy intact, so his ability is completely unknown.

This is a battle that cannot be won, because the opponent's ability is to maintain a balance of power. Even if he actively destroys this balance of power in his fanaticism against me, he will still restore his initial balance of power in offense and defense the next moment.

After blocking the opponent's attack again, I began to get anxious.
To be continued...