the living [comprehensive]

Under the clear sky with few clouds, the dead heroes become immortal souls.

The newborn heroic spirit stands on the top of the hill, first looking at the red sun, and then looking around.

Awakened as a heroic spirit in the "Unlimited Sword System" that he possessed, but everything in front of him is not the same as the original memory.The dark, blood-colored sky was replaced by bright blue, and the huge gears hanging in the air disappeared; although the swords and swords all over the mountains and plains were stained with blood, they were still white and shiny.

Seeing the completely different world in his eyes, Heroic Spirit was not surprised, but showed a rather complicated smile.

Although there have been moments of crushing defeat;

Although the guardians who fought hard fell one after another on the land where the wars were raging and evil spirits continued;

Although the arrow that defeated the enemy exhausted the last bit of magic power and life;

Everything that belongs to the "Heroic Guardian Palace" has been completely rewritten.

The self who was trusted by his companions to fight to the last moment has completely fulfilled his wish.

All of this is because of that stupid little brat who was born from the same origin as him and worked silently to save himself without his knowledge.

Everything the boy did was meaningless.Shirou Emiya, who wanted to save everyone, shouldn't have considered "himself", let alone himself who had already ended his life and became a heroic spirit.

Should I laugh at the boy's unrepentant folly?However, I can no longer laugh at the boy's almost stupid behavior at the beginning, even if it is just a tiny bit.

A painful emotion welled up in his chest, and the heroic spirit let out a long breath.

This world with a certain kind of cold balance will probably continue on its original track.As a Heroic Spirit, I will be summoned to the real world during the Fifth Holy Grail War at some point in the future.

When we meet again, that little brat must still be hopelessly kind and stubborn.However, in exchange, I should protect the other party's ignorant persistence a little bit.

Thinking up to this point, Heroic Spirit raised his eyebrows because of the long past that flooded into his mind.

In the original life trajectory, once upon a time, I seemed to have such expectations.

During the time when I just became a guardian, I dreamed of being summoned by someone as a heroic spirit someday in the future.

To ensure the final victory of the master, to fight with the ancient heroic spirits, to guide the troubled self who was still an ignorant teenager... These were my visions at that time.

It's just that the truth of the guardian and the betrayal he has suffered are filled with the despair of the world, making them blurred and annihilated in his mind; what remains is only the thought of "killing himself completely".

...Although this remaining idea was wiped out due to the persistence and bravery of the young man.

But this time, he could finally realize his original expectation.

Heroic Spirit raised his eyes slightly, and his gaze stretched forward along the boundless wilderness in front of him.

"Until then, let's move on." Heroic Spirit muttered to himself, and stepped towards the source of light.

Heroic spirits born to erase evil will inevitably step into the dark land in endless years.However, before everything goes out of control and collapses, there is always an extremely small hope emerging in the gloom, and finally spread like a spark.

A boy and a girl who had overcome a terminal illness they could not escape hugged each other in tears after escaping, and a strong girl who tried to maintain her sanity successfully rescued her lover.Those whose fate was rewritten because of the existence of the boy, this time also waited for the dawn.

Like the inevitability of despair, the existence of hope is undeniable.

Therefore, the existence of "Emiya Shiro" is by no means an absurd tragedy.After all, that wish completely reversed the world he was in.

The torrent of emotions settled in his heart and returned to calm, and the heroic spirit finally waited for the day when he was destined to be summoned by someone in this world.

However, it seems something is different.

Thinking like this, the heroic spirit immediately counterattacked in the face of the oncoming murderous aura.

The fighting spirit all over his body was like a barrier to protect the people behind him, and the red light of magic power condensed into black and white sharp blades in his hands.Facing the blue heroic spirit who was swooping down like a flying eagle with a spear in hand, the white-haired heroic spirit had a calm face, jumped up without showing any weakness, and firmly held the spear stabbed by the opponent.

Fiery red and cold blue trembled in the thick mist, blades and spear tips intertwined from time to time, bursting out incompatible sparks in the dark night.

In the end, the menacing gunmen chose to end the battle.The leaping blue figure lightly landed on the top of the street lamp, and left after silently scanning the bottom.

Ah, yes.Fighting this guy is probably something worth looking forward to.

Thinking like this, the Heroic Spirit turned back slightly, looking for his Master.

When the line of sight caught a certain figure, a crack appeared on Heroic Spirit's cold and calm expression.

Behind the heroic spirit, in the empty bow dojo, there is only one person.

The ordinary weapon projected by immature magic has been completely shattered when it blocked the spearman's sneak attack before, and the hands that tried to resist the spearman's blow were injured and soaked in blood due to the strong vibration; the situation is so embarrassing. The young man, however, still stood firm with an attitude that was almost bravado.

At this moment, the terrified boy was looking straight at Heroic Spirit's slightly widened steel-gray pupils.In those warm-toned eyes, there was exploration and defense, as well as a calm and firm brilliance that Heroic Spirit couldn't be more familiar with.

The clean, ignorant, stubborn young man in front of him who knows nothing about Heroic Spirits and is extremely familiar with Heroic Spirits is his Master in this Holy Grail War.

Although he knew that the young man in front of him hadn't experienced everything in his memory, the heroic spirit who had engraved every word of the young man in his heart finally admitted the other party's previous persistence.

"The miracle you mentioned," Heroic Spirit murmured, "So it really exists."

***

Emiya Shirou is not bad in any way, but he is often ignored because he is too gentle.

Therefore, for Shirou Emiya, who lives an ordinary life day after day in an inconspicuous state, the day he just spent can be described as unbelievable.

On the way to school, because a girl with pink hair tripped in front of me, I helped him up, but I didn't want to, the other party's companion looked at me and said something strange.

"Sure enough, you believe in miracles, right? As the creator of miracles, you."

It's so weird to say these inexplicable words.Although the girl with the black hair tied up in a red headband was indeed somewhat familiar, but I should have never seen her before.

Shirou was a little concerned about what the strange girl said, but later in the day, he completely forgot about this trivial matter.

The self who stayed alone to clean the bow dojo was attacked by an inhumanly powerful attack.In desperation, he used projection magic to shape a samurai sword and successfully blocked the opponent's blow.It was an ordinary weapon condensed by magic power, but it was instantly shattered by this fierce conflict.

And after that, another red figure appeared in front of him without warning.

At this moment, the originally silent air roared sharply due to the friction of the sharp weapon, and the two trembling at an extremely fast speed could only vaguely distinguish the afterimages of red and blue.While trying to calm down his breathing, Shirou subconsciously chased the bright red that was faintly visible in the thick fog.

Although I don't know what's going on, I have to thank the person who saved me later.Shirou, who was watching, made up his mind.

The moment the battle ended, as the figure in the red robe turned to him, Shirou was stunned for a moment.

The white-haired man stood in front of him holding two knives, and the high moon cast a halo on his tall figure.The other party stared at him coldly, and there seemed to be a hint of surprise in his slightly widened eyes, but there was no trace of emotion other than that.

He seems to be an unreasonable guy; moreover, this unhappy look seems to hate himself?

Shirou, who guessed wildly, lost the ability to speak for a while, and the whole person fell into silence.

With the passage of time, the man's cold attitude of not being approached finally shattered.As if a little annoyed, the other party frowned slightly, and spit out an unfriendly sentence: "Are you dumb? Or are you scared stupid, brat?"

Eh?This seems a bit familiar tone is...?

Shirou, who has been out of the situation so far, became more and more confused, but his body subconsciously stepped towards the other party: "Well, thank you for saving me."

Shirou wanted to get to his savior as soon as possible, but the pain caused by the forceful use of magic just now paralyzed his body unconsciously.The burning pain of flesh and blood deprived him of his ability to move when he took a step, causing him to fall forward feebly.

In the blink of an eye, Shirou was supported by the man who flashed in front of him.

In desperation, Shirou grabbed the opponent's hand, and Shirou wanted to withdraw his hand a little apologetically.However, the man's interlaced fingers closed slowly and irresistibly, holding his slender hand in his palm, so tight that he almost felt a little pain.

Shirou didn't feel disgusted by the cold and reliable touch that belonged to strangers.But he still shrank his shoulders a little uncomfortably, and asked cautiously: "Do you know me? Are you...?"

Hearing this, some emotions that Shirou couldn't understand but cared about flashed across the man's eyes.

That flash of light, which seemed to contain pain and violence, made Shirou's heart tighten.

The intense and terrifying emotion that erupted at a certain moment was quickly retracted by the man: "I am..." The deep voice of the other party was very calm, "The nameless person. Don't worry about these, Master."

The author has something to say: Well, here is the stalk of the small amphitheater version, everything goes back to the beginning, only the black tea has gone through all the changes and remembers everything.

So - this time it is black tea unrequited love hahaha! 【Hello】