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

Tiamat left Earth, and the Beasts were essentially destroyed. As Heroic Spirits summoned to deal with the Beasts, their time in the mortal world could not be long either.

Most of the heroic spirits were concentrated at the front lines, and the soldiers there held them in high esteem and were grateful to them. As a result, some of the heroic spirits returned to their Masters to say their final farewells, while the rest stayed behind to join this unprecedented feast of heroic spirits.

Even Gilgamesh was generous, with a continuous flow of fine wine and food from the treasury. They sang and laughed, enjoying this hard-won victory.

Martha, whose saintly demeanor had long been forgotten, gave up and directly engaged in hand-to-hand combat with martial arts masters such as Yan Qing and Li Shuwen. One side was unpredictable and elusive, while the other side's fists were powerful, violent, and fierce. A group of heroic spirits watched the spectacle from the side.

Gilgamesh was drinking with Ramses II, and their loud laughter was so penetrating that all the passing Heroic Spirits walked around them, helpless against the two.

"Hahaha, this time the victory belongs to me, the Sun!" Gilgamesh crossed his arms, exceptionally proud. "It was I who delivered the final blow to Mother Goddess! You, the Sun, are just like the Four Heavenly Kings or the Eight Vajras, aren't you!"

Ramses II narrowed his sun-like golden eyes: "Ridiculous! I am the one who won! You only fought three against one in the last round. How can you compare to my heroic figure in standing up to the Mother Goddess alongside the Eastern Emperor! Hahahaha! Look up to me! I am the Pharaoh who illuminates all things!"

Then the two had an “in-depth” discussion about who contributed the most in the battle. Strangely enough, although they kept arguing, they did not fight but instead tacitly enjoyed their last moments together.

"It's a pity the emperor of the East couldn't attend this banquet," Ramses II lamented, "I wonder when the next gathering will be?"

"Hahahaha, I also had a banquet with the King of Conquerors and King Arthur, and I still remember it vividly."

"Oh? The Conqueror King, it seems, is the Pharaoh after me."

The two chatted enthusiastically, and then continued to use various adjectives such as "the only king in heaven and on earth" and "the Pharaoh shines on all things like the sun."

"Shuten! It's been a long time, Shuten!" Ibaraki-dōji excitedly rushed towards Shuten-dōji.

"Hehe, still as mischievous as ever, Ibaraki." Shuten-dōji chuckled. "You must have caused your employer quite a bit of trouble."

"No way!" She just ate most of his savings in candy, got cavities, refused to see a dentist, and was in so much pain that she set fires in her room and eventually blew up his house, right?

Ibaraki-dōji said, "I absolutely did not cause any trouble for my employer!"

Shuichi Akai: ... (melancholy image)

"This mere human didn't have his head ripped off by me; he should feel honored to be able to serve me!" It wasn't that she had caused him too much trouble.

"It's alright, it's alright," Shuten-dōji downed the sake in one gulp, always indulging in sensual pleasures. "That's how demons are; whether they play, kill, or eat, it's all permissible."

"Of course, if you don't want to eat it, then don't kill it; it's all just for fun."

"Aren't you going back? Ibaraki." Shuten-dōji's eyes flickered, and he saw through Ibaraki-dōji almost instantly. After all, in his eyes, Ibaraki-dōji was as easy to understand as Shimizu.

Of course, compared to that, Shuten-dōji is the purest oni.

"We don't have much time left." Shuten-dōji gave an ambiguous smile, his eyes glazed over.

Those who survived until the end of the war were all heroes who could hold off ten thousand men, but they were already covered in wounds and could be forced to leave the battlefield at any time.

"...Who cares! I finally reunited with Shuten-dōji, um, my candy... my chocolate... You promised that if we win the war, you'll treat me to all I want!" Ibaraki-dōji was caught in a dilemma, her beautiful yet childlike face scrunched up.

"Go if you want," Shuten-dōji said dismissively. "Anyway, we're leaving after we've finished our drinks. Heh, the chance to taste the King of Heroes' treasures is not often."

Ibaraki-dōji ran off in a hurry, while Shuten-dōji, still drunk, leaned lazily against the wall.

"General." Zheng Chenggong's red robe was stained with blood, but his eyes still shone brightly. "I toast to you. Let us drink this cup to the brim."

"Please." Zhou Yu drank it all in one gulp, and they smiled at each other.

“We must have a special connection, but unfortunately there are no records of the past in this world.” Zheng Chenggong smiled heartily, showing no trace of the grief and indignation he felt when he died. He was still the incomparably charismatic Lord Guoxing.

"It's alright! A thousand cups are not enough when drinking with a bosom friend, please!" Zhou Yu replied with a smile. As they drank together, their spiritual foundations slowly disintegrated and returned to the throne of heroes.

As one of the few Heroic Spirits who can provide a ship, that is, a place to land, since only a few Heroic Spirits can fly, they need a ship as a place to land if they want to fight Rahim on the sea.

The two had been at the forefront all along, their spiritual cores already severely damaged, and they were only barely holding on. Now that the war was over, although they regretted not being able to say goodbye to their Master, they chose to leave. After all, without the Greater Grail, their spiritual veins had been almost completely drained, and the Servants were currently consuming their Master's magical energy. Knowing their Master's predicament, the two simply left gracefully.

Many Servants chose to return to their seats directly to relieve the Master's pressure. Only a few Servants who had formed a deep bond with their Master were rushing back to say goodbye for the last time.

Nightingale continued working, her unwavering will in her crimson eyes unchanged, even though her spiritual foundation had long been damaged, she still remained here with her will.

"I still have to save lives... there are still lives that need my help..." Even though the war was over, the number of wounded had not decreased.

Rei Furuya, who had been working with Florence Nightingale for over 48 hours straight, was about to stand up to get some gauze when he suddenly felt dizzy and his vision went completely white. He almost fell to the ground.

Florence Nightingale, who was standing nearby, had finished her emergency surgery and helped Rei Furuya up with her hand.

"Thank you." Furuya Rei shook his head, and when his vision cleared, he stared in astonishment at the golden spiritual particles that were spreading out in front of him.

Nightingale's body began to crumble, and she seemed to sense it as well, the almost obsessive madness in her eyes subsiding.

"I want to save all lives, including the one right in front of me."

Furuya Rei had a million words stuck in his throat. Nightingale had been using her Noble Phantasm non-stop, and even with the Greater Grail helping to support her, Furuya Rei's own consumption of energy was definitely not low.

Now that the Greater Grail has been lost, if Nightingale continues to act willfully, Rei Furuya will have no choice but to replenish his magical energy with his life force.

Therefore, Nightingale chose to leave the stage.

"Commander...please...save more...lives..."

In the end, the angel with the lamp remained steadfast in his conviction.

"Well, leave it to me."

Rei Furuya's purple eyes softened. Perhaps, once his connection with the Black Organization ended, he could embark on the path of light.

An angel is not someone who showers others with beautiful flowers, but someone who fights for those who suffer.

as always.