My youth story, a crossover anime, turns out, is FGO!

She was sleeping peacefully in her own bed with her eyes closed, so why did she hear the sound of the waves crashing in her ears, yet it was so monotonous and lonely?

It felt as if she were on a dry beach, the salty scent of the sea breeze filling her nostrils, the tide enveloping her body and merging her into the ocean.

The ocean is the source of life, the mother of life; all life originates from the sea.

“Aaaaa…”

I heard it, a beautiful sound I had never heard before.

She was singing softly; her voice was the tide, life, and love.

"Aaaaa—"

It was just simple syllables, yet it surpassed the heartfelt performances of countless singers. But why did she unconsciously feel like she was about to shed tears?

It seems that such profound love, which once embraced her so tenderly, has now drifted away from her.

"Don't go...don't go—"

Who is calling out in heartbreak?

Don't leave—don't leave me again—

Why so sorrowful? Why so painful?

"No...no...come back to me..."

Who could refuse such a plea? Just hearing it is heartbreaking.

"don't want--"

"...love me again."

It felt as if I were nestled in my mother's arms in the distant past, but why were tears slowly streaming down my face?

Her consciousness seemed to sink into an endless abyss, her limbs felt as heavy as lead and she could not move them. She could only watch the light recede further and further away from her, and even when she tried her best to reach out, she could not touch it with her fingertips.

Falling, falling.

Then, the icy tide engulfed her—

"Hoo, ha, ha, ha."

Kaguya Shinomiya suddenly sat up in bed, sweat beading on her forehead, as if she were still immersed in the dream she had just had.

She bent her knees like a child, hugging her legs and curling them up.

I reach out my right hand and touch my left cheek. This is something my mother did to me, something that is deeply ingrained in my memory.

The intoxicating song seemed to still echo in my ears, but it gradually faded away.

The tears were already cold, yet they continued to fall.

The girl's voice was so soft that it gradually faded into silence.

"Mother……"

"I had a dream yesterday, and I dreamt about my mother."

This is almost the first thing everyone says when they open their mouths today, and then they see the same surprised look on each other's faces.

Time zones differ around the world, and day and night are not at the same time, but almost everyone has the same dream within the same time frame of the day.

The sorrowful song, the earnest call, and the warm embrace finally sank into the cold sea tide.

This topic has gradually swept the world, with many people calling for us to pay more attention to and cherish mothers, and proposing to make this day a new Mother's Day. However, leaders of various countries have remained silent.

"This is our original sin."

When Lucas, the representative of Ying Kingdom, spoke, the representatives of other countries remained silent.

Everyone is still immersed in that sorrow and cannot break free for the time being.

Mother is humanity's first haven. On the battlefield, soldiers, in their pain, will unintentionally call out "Mom."

"Get ready."

Wang Xi, the person in charge of China, stood up.

"The war is about to begin."

Kaguya Shinomiya: You all had the same dream, didn't you?

In the Master group, Kaguya Shinomiya, who usually doesn't speak much, sent a message.

Her nickname is her real name. After all, Kaguya Shinomiya is not good at using the internet, and her identity has already been exposed, so there is no need to hide it. Similarly, several other Masters who participated in the Holy Grail War also chose to use their real names.

Eriri: Yes, I dreamt about my mom... Is it the same for everyone?

Eriri, her eyes red and swollen, belatedly realized what was happening in front of the computer screen.

Miku Nakano: I also dreamed about my mother, and my four sisters. We had the same dream. What does that mean?

Seeing that the Masters had spoken first, the other lurkers also began to speak up.

Red Herring: I thought it was just me, are you kidding me? This has affected such a wide area.

Silver Bullet: It's not just in Japan; the US is discussing the same topic too. Do you know anything about it? @MakotoAoki

Apollo: It's the same here in the Kingdom of Ying. Good heavens, I woke up and immediately went home to see my mother. It's so sad.

……

The Masters started talking all at once, and then became more and more astonished, because the Masters all came from all over the world, but despite the time difference, they all had the same dream in their sleep and remembered their mothers.

Makoto Aoki: Why don't you ask your own Heroic Spirits?

Aoki Makoto, annoyed by being tagged repeatedly, discovers a blind spot.

Some Masters started sending long strings of "...", while others continued to tag Makoto Aoki.

Five-petaled cherry blossom: Not every Servant can talk to you nicely. @MakotoAoki

His words were filled with a sense of vicissitude.

Silver Bullet: Not every Heroic Spirit knows this; she might know nothing at all. @MakotoAoki

Furuya Rei, whose online name is Five-Petal Cherry Blossom, saw the restless Nightingale beside him and his head began to throb reflexively.

He actually admired Nightingale's desire to "eradicate all poisons and all harmful things," her willingness to do anything to save lives, and even her will to become a Berserker.

I also hope to understand this noble servant. It would be even better if she didn't want to amputate her arm every time she was injured. Right now, Furuya Rei doesn't dare to get injured. She can't just cut off her arm because of a cut!

Rei Furuya scrolled through the group chat and saw the username "Silver Bullet." He reflexively felt uncomfortable. Tsk, could it be some annoying person?

At the same time, Shuichi Akai glanced at the blond demon beside him who was constantly eating, and let out a long, fatherly sigh.

At first, he was quite surprised that Ibaraki-dōji was a woman... but Ibaraki-dōji is known for her legend as a beautiful female ghost, so it's not surprising.

"What are you looking at me for?" Ibaraki-dōji looked at Akai Shuichi warily, secretly hiding his candy behind his back. "You're not allowed to take my things. Of course, if I'm in a good mood, I might share one with you."

Shuichi Akai felt even worse when he saw the mountain of sweets and candies piled up behind Ibaraki-dōji, bought with his money.

The legendary Ibaraki-dōji, who was said to have committed countless atrocities, was actually a little devil who loved sweets. Hmm, considering how precious sweets were in ancient times, maybe this really was a serious robbery.

"It's nothing, I won't take your candy." Seeing Ibaraki-dōji's relaxed expression, Akai Hideaki added, "Be careful of cavities."

Ibaraki-dōji protested, "I don't get cavities, it's you humans who do... Ouch!" He covered his cheek.

Oh dear, the scene became awkward for a moment.

Shuichi Akai pondered, "Do Heroic Spirits get cavities too? He thought Heroic Spirits wouldn't get sick, which is why he indulged Ibaraki-dōji with seven or eight snacks and candies a day?"

By the way, do Heroic Spirits get fat? Shuichi Akai's gaze lingered on Ibaraki-dōji's little belly.

I have a feeling that you're thinking something very rude!

Ibaraki-doji bristled.