Since childhood.

I have always believed that I am a miracle child.

My life belongs to a miracle.

——Because I should have died long ago.

My life is also a miracle.

——Because I am the magician’s child.

My miracle was born in the time when it was recorded as a disaster and remembered in death.

The sudden disaster took away more than 500 lives in the city in one breath.

In the fiery hell, countless people struggled in pain, ran around in despair, and then fell down.

The land they live with, together, turned into ashes in the sea of ​​fire.

It is to erase the sadness of the city, and that land has now become a park used to bring joy to people.

People who failed to experience this disaster left the park far away, and only children who were uninformed often played in the park.

Those who lost their loved ones in the disaster gathered in the park on every anniversary day to miss the deceased.

Originally, I was one of them.

With my parents, my relatives and friends, I have stayed in that land and stared at the people living.

However, I survived and lived a happy life with my father.

Just as I was lying in a corner of the burning street, breathing the scorching air waiting for death.

I met someone who was simply impossible to show up.

Then, a man who could not have been saved survived.

The man seemed to be holding the most precious thing in the world, holding my outstretched hand with both hands.

Tell me with a happy face that is about to cry, it is really great to find you.

Looking at that face, I believe from then on that, there is nothing happier in the world than helping others.

When I woke up again, I had already lie in the hospital, and the pure white world was like heaven.

The man who saved me appeared quietly by my side, whispering carefully with the nurse, not wanting to disturb my rest.

This person is younger than the doctor in the hospital. He is wearing wrinkled clothes and fluffy hair, and claims to hope to adopt a child, which looks unreliable.

But I have no home anymore, and I am just as strange as the hospital or the orphanage. Since that's the case, I decided to go to this person's place.

So, I inherited the surname of this man named Kiritsugu Emiya and changed his name to Shirou Emiya.

Looking back, that happened ten years ago.

After that, I was miraculously saved and lived a life of dependence on my father.

The former parents and home disappeared in the flames, and even the memory became blurred.

All I have is the clumsy fatherly love of men.

There is also a secret shared with Kiritsugu: We are magicians.

That was when Kiritsugu and he said seriously when he first came out of the hospital.

"——Well. Let's talk about it first, I'm a magician."

I didn't remember the conversation very clearly at that time. I seemed to believe this sentence at that time, and my eyes lit up with envy. Later, I persuaded my father to become his apprentice. It was two years after I was discharged from the hospital.

When I could watch the house alone, Kiritsugu often went out.

"From today, I'm going to go around the world to take risks."

As usual, he said something that only children would say, and then actually did it.

This has been the case since then.

It is common for a whole month to stay away, and it is exaggerated that it has never been back once every six months.

The Emiya family is a martial arts hall, and only Kiritsugu lives in it.

When I was a kid, I was lost because the house was too big.

Even so, I still like this kind of life.

Living alone in a house as big as a maze, I look forward to my dad coming back from a trip. I told me like a child about the interesting things on the journey.

Although I always stay alone in the house, the loneliness will eventually be written off with the story brought back by Kiritsugu.

Although I have to learn to live an independent life in the face of such a loving father.

When I was still young, I always envied Kiritsugu.

Want to become an excellent magician. Just like my dad, I am chasing my dreams.

Go and save others and experience his happiness that will make you cry when you see him for the first time.

Help others so that people like me who have lost everything can not lose their dreams and enjoy happiness.

But one day, I will pursue my dreams.

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

School ends early on Saturday.

As usual, the students left in groups of three or three, and the noisy school ushered in a quiet night.

As usual, I did not refuse a friend's request.

As usual, I cleaned the bow dojo until very late, and the bright moonlight had sprinkled from the dark sky.

But why can't I finish cleaning at school, go out to work, and go home like this?

Why do I-

Run away from an empty school?

Why do I-

See what could not have existed?

I just heard some strange sounds and wanted to see why I was killed?

I just saw it-

Two people.

Two people fighting each other.

The man in red and the man in blue are dressed in something beyond the times and gorgeous, and they don’t think they are jokingly armed. As I imagined, they are really cutting each other.

The steps surpassed human vision lightly and quickly. The swinging spear and the double blades collided violently, vowing to seize the other party's life.

That is definitely not a human, I am afraid it is something similar to humans. I have learned magic and defined it in my heart.

Such a terrifying murderous aura can be felt even in the distance. Why does this creature that exists only for killing appear here?

Suddenly, yesterday's murder news passed through my mind.

The family who died was said to have been killed by a knife-like weapon.

The battle behind me ended with my discovery.

It ended with my murder.

As I ran away in the face of a terrible scene, the cyan warrior chased me and pierced my heart with his gun.

I still remember when I was killed.

I didn't know how I ran, but I ran into the corridor of the unmanned school building.

The blue man appeared before his eyes from the moonlight, as if he was talking intimately.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to run far away."

Then he easily lifted the blood-stained spear like a bloody one, and pierced my heart.

"What a little guy who is not lucky. But since you see it, go and die!"

The gun penetrated my heart coldly and took my life.

——It should have been taken away.

Later on, I was not very clear about my situation.

The injured person whose heart is pierced, the best medical method in modern times cannot save my life.

However, I did live again and woke up from death.

When I wake up again, my body is full of pain, and every time my heart beats, it will make a headache like I am stabbed.

I lowered my head and saw the uniform with a partially ruptured chest, sticky to the corridor and my own blood.

It was obvious that the heart had suffered a fatal blow, and his own blood was flowing on the ground on his body, but the wound disappeared.
To be continued...