In the calm forest, there seemed to be indescribable changes.

"Um--"

The unspeakable pain suddenly appeared in the heart, which made the girl held hostage by Archer press his chest sadly.

"Senior——"

The girl's sad voice attracted her sister's attention. She followed the girl's worried eyes and looked into the forest in the distance.

"Did that restless guy go there again? Archer, let's go there quickly."

The other hand held Rin's red knight and curled the corner of his mouth, revealing a distressed expression.

"It's a troublesome journey to go through half a city to that forest."

"Don't talk nonsense, I must solve the avenger this time."

"elder sister……"

As soon as my sister's pleading sound came out, she was interrupted coldly by Rin.

"Shut up, you don't have the capital to negotiate terms, and you are not qualified to beg me."

After refusing coldly, Sakura lowered her head deeply and hid her face in the shadow.

The girl's slender back seemed to be trembling all the time.

On the other side, on the battlefield where blue and white figures intertwined, a sudden and violent anger hit the Holy White King into the sky and then landed smoothly on the ground.

"You guy, must you force me away. Do you want that guy to find Shirou?"

Facing the accusation of the girl in front of him, the Knight King raised the holy sword in his hand again and said leisurely.

"Avenger is the weakest and most uncontrollable link of the enemy, and it is Shirou's biggest crisis. It is most suitable to solve him at this time."

"The knight exists for protection, and I will never tolerate you putting the master in crisis."

"So, your and my destiny should not overlap. Leah, my destiny is to be king rather than knight."

The silver teeth clenched, and the angry sword-holding girl stomped on the ground heavily, turning herself into a storm and swept towards the enemy in front of her.

The king's posture standing proudly is noble and inviolable, but in the burning anger of the girl, she just wants to knock out the hypocritical image.

——

Suddenly, a strange feeling emerged from the bottom of her heart. Riya stopped and looked back at the distance behind her.

"Don't worry, Shirou is far stronger than you and I think, he will be fine."

When Riya gave up the attack, the King of Holy White also lowered his sword to comfort the blue girl, and the complex light flashed in the king's eyes.

"It must be fine, Shirou..."

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

How long did he go? The man finally stopped.

Looking back, the memories that I thought I had forgotten were still vivid in my mind.

Desire to be a partner of justice and a parasite that cannot survive without saving others.

Entangled by the guilt that I am the only one, I wish I could give my guilt and turn it into an ignorant hand of salvation until I could finally save myself in pain.

So he signed a contract with the world and turned himself into a prop of justice.

However, that self still exists, loving, hating, and struggling in pain.

Until he finally stopped in the endless battlefield.

The will as a prop is still moving forward, and as a person's last little emotion has reached the end.

Life should be a journey of moving forward with obsession.

You may be destroyed, ended, and threatened, but as long as you stick to your persistence, you can keep moving forward and take the final step forward before the end comes.

The man thought so, but he found that he was wrong.

Perseverance still exists and the end will come, but he can no longer move forward.

Because both reason and emotion are reminding him.

The repeated cycle of scenery in front of you is the end.

Like a satellite bound by the earth, no matter how you move forward, you can only repeat your life in a fixed orbit.

He walked through him persistently, but everything had disappeared without a trace.

I think that only by insisting on justice can I live, and justice will no longer be true.

I thought I could only survive by loving and hating, and the gloom of love and hatred disappeared.

I thought I would live for the light, but the most rational analysis also told me that light would not appear.

I thought I would live for this world, but in this world that was about to be destroyed, I could still move forward.

So, what did you survive on?

Is everything that has disappeared really important to you?

Or—

Everything is meaningless.

Nothing is worthless either.

The self that is persistent in moving forward is crazy about trying to seize a reason for living.

I was always desperate to find any excuses for existence.

Then, even if you are the only one, you can move forward.

Even if I roared in such despair, I couldn't stop the pain I wanted to disappear.

——Because this is the end.

Everything has reached the end of demise, and even this self has come to the end.

There is no value to move forward, no meaning of existence.

We are working hard but always standing there, and moving forward is meaningless.

Despair spreading from the chest to the whole body, and the hot blood flowed down the broken blade of steel.

The man named Shirou Emiya lowered his head and looked at the short blade cast in black and white fragments that pierced his chest.

I put down the hilt of the sword and left the dagger on the enemy's chest. While retreating, I gasped heavily, trying to relieve the desperate emotions in my heart.

"Oh……"

Maybe he wanted to laugh, Avenger endured the pain and grinned, and finally could make a sound.

"It's such a weapon that suits me to bring my destiny into a sword..."

Reason and emotion, everything was annihilated by the despair in the sword, but Avenger was still standing, with complex eyes flashing in his eyes.

"I didn't expect that you, who are not yet mature, can even pierce someone else's chest with your own hands. Could it be that Shirou Emiya would also take the tragic fate of the killer?"

The last question of the loser was ringing in my ears like thunder.

"No, I won't..."

Even if I am so sure of myself, when did my battle become so decisive?

The last time I assassinated was Berserker. In order to survive, I had already taken someone else's life.

"Hmph...this is my last reminder. You have to take a new path for the name "Emiya Shirou."

Avenger's body finally fell down, and I heard his last whisper in my ear.

"It's finally over, this long journey... Sakura."

call--

I let out a long sigh and covered my swelling forehead.

Although the whole body was in pain and the excessive movement of limbs was trembling, the one who was burdened the most in this sword-casting battle was actually on the head.

It seems that the burden on the brain for a long time is the heaviest, but except for Avenger who can use the synesthesia of the two and the same sword to chase into the galaxy, no enemy can turn the galaxy into a battlefield with me.

By the way, Iriya.

I was about to look for Ilia's traces, but fortunately, she was still protected by several great swords I had shown, and my battle with Avenger did not involve her.

Watching me walk towards her, and with a wave, I remove the sword that blocked the girl's forward like a shield, the white elf rushed towards me.

"Sirou, you won..."

"Yes, I won, I have enough strength, and I will always protect you from now on."

As if afraid of adding burden to my scarred body, Ilia just leaned against me gently.

"Don't leave me, I just need you not leave me."

Ilia's voice was already crying, and I had to lean down to comfort her.
To be continued...