The girl once known as Emiya studied her surroundings carefully, noting the painted occult symbols reminiscent of the runes from the Fragus magus family of his own time. Shifting her gaze towards the floor, she noted the sheer complexity of the alchemic circle, surpassing some of the formal craft works of the dead apostles she hunted as a Hero of Justice. There were several black scorch marks on the ground, each black mark a monument to the lives of the girls whose lives were cut tragically short, whose wishes echoed throughout her mind.

Who am I? What is our name? I want to meet my family, I want to see my sisters. Can ones such as us find meaning in this world? Can ones such as us know love?

They were simple desires, ones that insecure children Emiya had once 'saved' confided in him in a world and time so long ago. The selfsame children who after he 'saved' promptly abandoned to move on to the next ones that needed to be 'saved'. Only now, as the girls' earnest wishes integrated into his being did he understand:

He never truly saved any of them.

A machine can save a life, but not a world. Each child's inner world was shattered, and he denied their salvation in his selfishness.

I wished to become a Hero of Justice like my father, and yet I failed to understand others. To save another, not only does another need to be sacrificed, but one needs to support the victim, become a pillar of strength while they recover and salvage their lives. Just as Kiritsugu did for me.

But what did I do? I saved their lives, became a "Hero" in their eyes, and just as they began to lean on me to heal, I abandoned them to move on to the next group who needed 'saving'.

How many did I damn from my neglect? How many lives did I inadvertently ruin in my immaturity?

Closing her eyes, she shook her head, forcing away the negative thoughts that felt all too familiar from dominating her mind once again.

Truly I was a fool, but I am no longer that man. Heh, quite literally now.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath of the air around her.

I can still smell magic, and there are several scents in the air. One belongs to that being called Truth, another belongs to the man who summoned it and was presumably killed by me. And there is one more that I don't recognize… That Magus had a partner, and he's nearby.

The girl formerly known as Emiya pushed her senses further, probing to test the limits of her new body, only to discover a connection to something. It reminded the girl of bonds she once held, both as a young man in a war alongside a blond woman who became a trusted mentor, and after his death as a spirit bound to a dear friend. But this connection was even more intimate; not only did it allow conscience thoughts and dreams to flow, but every emotion, thought and experience to be shared. And at that moment, contact was made with… something.

It was nebulous, and alien to all that she knew in her past life. The entity was contradictory: it was singular yet plural, united but separated, familiar but foreign. Initially, it seemed to cringe at his presence, only to press hard against him once it overcame its apprehension. It demanded, no it ordered him to submit, tendrils of control gently and carefully pressing into his mind and soul. Horrified, the girl recalled techniques against domination used long ago as a Hero, flushing her system with prana to expel the foreign presence.

The entity unexpectedly withdrew upon encountering its resistance. It felt confused and hurt at his rejection, with feelings of apprehension bleeding through. Gently it probed again, this time an inquiry, robotic yet surprisingly human:

What happened sister? Why do you reject us?

The girl kept up her guard, unwilling to leave any openings as she considered how to respond, only to be distracted by an panicked scream.

"Bartel! Bartel! What happened?! What the... Why is there only one clone? Answer me clone, what happened to my partner!"

Opening her eyes, the girl cursed herself for her stupidity. She was so focused on dealing with the entity, that she neglected to account for the nearby magus. Looking at the three men, she recognized the kind of people they were immediately, for they were common in the Clock Tower.

The blond man with the sheathed sword radiated the same presence as an enforcer, bound by few morals, and driven to complete dangerous tasks all for the sake of one goal, one dream. His eyes alone shows a man who has seen battle, and the cruelty of war, but his fighting style eluded the girl. The sheath denied her eyes.

The black haired japanese men behind him however, the girl needed no weapon to understand. The two researchers' composure echoed those of the more cowardly magi: all too willing to indulge in corrupt processes for their benefit, but unwilling to endanger themselves. Rats that followed the strongest until it no longer suited them.

With a the girl's focus disrupted, a single thought leaked out along with the image of the three men.

They are the accomplices to the murder of the nine newborns, to make me…

The entity greedily absorbed the information and pried for more, urgently commanding him to reveal everything. The girl however, immediately forced more prana into her system to stave off the other so she could focus on the immediate threats before her. Only one thought, one emotion was permitted to escape the steely mental walls she erected:

I do not trust you, and I will avenge them alone.

Arno knew something was wrong when he felt a massive influx of energy pulse from inside the warehouse. Any magician or magically aware individual would have felt it from a 100 kilometer radius. Only a few seconds passed before Arno decided to run back into warehouse to check on his friend, only to see a tanned naked girl with white hair standing alone in front of the array. In his panic, he demanded answers, but the clone seemed preoccupied and ignored him.

His face becoming flush in anger, he was about to take a step forward before she shifted her attention towards him. She studied Arno and the two behind him for a moment before raising a brow and and crossing her arms. Her face became smug as her lips formed an insufferable smirk.

"Now now mister, don't you think I'm a little too young for you? I mean, what does it say about you when you're staring at my body with a blush like that?"

There was a deafening silence at her declaration, as Arno's mind blanked for a moment at the accusation while the other two scientists looked at him awkwardly. After a moment they finally asked,

"Is that the reason why…"

"No, NO IT WAS NOT!'

Arno turned to face the two, face once again flush with rage at the insinuation, only for his focus to shift back unto the girl with her response.

"That was pretty forceful there, a little too forceful don't you think? Guys need to be honest with themselves you know? It's not good to be in denial about your feelings."

"Shut up! I'm not into little girls! I like…"

Arno stopped himself mid rant as he realized the girl's aims.

She's stalling for time while sowing discord. Instead of focusing on what's important, such as who the hell she is, she's making me defend myself against my supposed allies' inane inquiries. Focus Arno, FOCUS. You are in the middle of enemy territory, ALONE.

Taking a deep breath, Arno refocused himself onto the odd girl, ignoring her statements about "enjoying the view" before finally speaking with a professional calm.

"Young girl, I will not ask again. What happened to my partner?"

The girl's mocking face slowly became neutral before she calmly answered.

"Dead, I'd imagine, much like you in the near future for murdering the young girls used to create me."

Arno winced at the steel in her voice before silently cursing his callous allies once they opened their mouths.

"Girls? Hardly. Clones are nothing more than livestock grown in vats. They are to be used, and butchered for the betterment of society."

The girl's eyes narrowed dangerously at the man's words, who continued speaking, completely unaware of the murderous aura emanating from her body.

They remind me of the bastards that threw away Illya…

Arno subtly positioned himself to guard the unwary fools, well aware of the growing fury building within the girl, trying his best to ignore the feelings of mounting disgust within himself.

"Dogs and cats hold more value than those disposable shells. They aren't even real people, merely paltry imitations of real humans."

"I see, so it is clear to me now…"

The girl took a few steps forward, with her arms reaching out before her as if to grab a weapon.

"People like you… never deserved to draw breath in the first place. Trace... on."

Two beautifully crafted blades, ones of black and white materialized in her hands as she charged forward, he body moving faster than any normal human could possibly achieve. The callous man barely had time to widen his eyes in fear before her blades swung, only to be intercepted by a sheathed sword.

"You are even more dangerous than even I expected, little girl."

The girl winced as her married blades were blocked by the blond magus.

Tsk, I wasn't expecting the sheath and sword to be strong enough to endure a noble phantasm.

As she jumped back to disengage, the metal sheath was sheared off as she pulled the blades back, a tiny gash marring the blade beneath. Softly, the girl grinned as she spotted the exposed blade, her eyes taking in the entire history of the sword, and that of its wielders both past and present.

A replica of Angurvadal, forged by Anja Lucassen, norse magician of the small magical cabal Seven Colored Dawn. She was a fearsome warrior and magician, who with her cursed blade, slew a rampaging saint in single combat, in the bloody fields of a war that threatened to expose magic to the wider world. But above all else, she was a woman who wanted to fulfill the dream of the man she loved, a world where no one cried. When her superiors ordered her to abort his child she refused, instead opting to flee and hide from her pursuers. She succeeded for 11 years before the cabal finally caught up with her. Passing on her replica to her son, she charged alone against impossible odds.

The boy took up magic to honor his mother, and eventually was unwittingly recruited by the same organization that killed his mother. Slowly working his way through the ranks by hunting down traitors, he plotted to avenge his parents, with the help of the only true friend he made in the organization, Bartel Achthoven. When the Cabal eventually submitted to the Dawn-colored Sunlight, they played along, gaining access to both organizations' wealth as treasurers. Before finding the Grimoire in the burned out husk of a castle ruin in Germany, they were on the verge of leading a revolt against the Seven Colored Dawn, aided by all the 'traitors' that were conveniently 'incinerated' when Arno hunted them down. It was then Bartel convinced his friend to go along with this venture, arguing that with the Grimoires help, they can use some left over materials in Academy city to overturn the odds into their favor.

A man of strained honor, walking upon a dubious path of vengeance. But all is permitted, for he is the one that bears the burden of his mother's will.

Blinking, the girl shifted her stance, leaving openings that she knew Arno prefered to punish when fighting against other magicians.

Tsk, calling themselves sorcerers and magicians. It's going to be hard associating that word for what I'd consider magi and not monsters like Zelretch.

Arno took the bait, swinging his sheathed blade towards the girl's stomach.

I see, he's going for incapacitation… Naive!

The girl shifted her posture, effortlessly deflecting the attack with her left arm while swinging her blade at the man's arm. His clothes glowed briefly with the power of norse runes as the blade approached, but offered no resistance as it cut through, leaving a deep gash on his left arm. Arno's eyes widened in shock as he jumped back, his bloodied arm resting limply at his side. Glancing briefly at his arm, he timidly flexed his wounded arm and grimaced.

That's not good, the gash is too deep, I will only have enough strength left in it to unsheath my sword. Looks like I have to play this cautiously.

He launched himself forward, using a series a probing attacks to measure the strength and reaction times of the girl. But unlike before, every strike was measured, ignoring obvious holes, using slashes and thrusts that took advantage of his superior reach and prevented a counterattack. Every attack was parried, deflected or avoided, but he could tell; the girl was getting tired. But a nagging thought kept echoing in his mind.

Those swords came out of nowhere, but it doesn't seem like an esper ability… it feels more like magic… What is this girl?

The girl furrowed her brows in frustration. The man was utterly ignoring every opening she left and was instead focusing on wearing her down. None of the attacks would reach her, but her stamina was not infinite. Her body was not of a man who fought in over a thousand battles. No, it was of a middle school girl who had yet seen a minor school yard scuffle. To make matters worse, she had no time to understand the limits of her new body, making it far too risky to do anything more than the bare minimum of reinforcement.

As exhaustion slowly ate away at her, she narrowed her focus to just the magician before her as the researchers observing became more and more of a non factor in her mind.

A lethal mistake.

As the pair entered another bout, she felt a prick on her sides. Glancing down, she saw the familiar barbs and lines of a taser. At the end of which was one of the researchers. Time seemed to slow down for the girl, tensing in anticipation of the incoming shock.

What? But how? I should have sense hostile intent and reacted appropriately!

She looked at the researcher's face, and saw not an ounce of malice. Only curiosity.

I see, he doesn't see me as human. Only a test subject. After all, a scientist doesn't need to hate the lab rat to hurt it. Only curious enough to see what will happen.

And yet the pain did not arrive. After the initial sting of the barbs entering her skin, her body instinctively reacted, redirecting the flow of electricity to pass harmlessly through her, and back through the line, shocking the man who dropped the taser with a yelp.

And yet he did not seem bothered, instead he bore a toothy manic smile as he dusted himself off. His compatriot also stared at the girl, like a wolf being tantalized by a bloody steak.

"Well… this is fascinating."

The girl instinctively took a step back, feeling more danger and pressure emanating from the researchers than the magician bearing the sword. Even the magician faltered at the sight, clearly disturbed by the change in their demeanor.

"I don't know what your partner did in such a short time Mr. Arno, but he has done the inconceivable, what countless research labs has tried and failed. Two esper abilities in one clone. Elektromeister and whatever this new ability to create swords is."

The hunger and tints of madness could be seen in their eyes, obsessively observing every inch of the girl's nude body, searching for any hints that could answer their burning questions.

"So many wasted attempts. No matter what method we used: cybernization, hypnotism, drugs, on whatever subjects we could acquire: adults, children, clones, fetuses, we could never get more than one ability per person. Even splicing the genes of an aborted fetus onto a developing child in the womb failed to produce anything viable."

"Indeed, I remember that experiment. The child came out malformed, and unviable, but it did ultimately give us much needed information when it came to DNA manipulation. The mothers' outrage was annoying to deal with though."

"Yeah, I remember all the legal hoops we had to jump through before the higher ups decided to silence them through other means. They should have just taken the money, those idiots."

As the two talked between themselves, too lost in considering the possibility of such a rare and abnormal existence before them that they once again they were oblivious to the mounting horror and disgust of both the magician and the girl.

"Regardless, Mr. Arno, please procure that specimen as soon as possible. Dead or alive she's worth more than almost anything else in the world right now."

Arno did not reply, instead only looking at the girl with conflicted eyes. Eyes that the girl immediately recognized in others during her past life as a Hero of Justice. A man torn between pragmatism and his morality. A man who would become an ally with the right words. Brandishing her blades, she stepped forward towards the magician, mustering as much defiance as she could.

"I see. Come then Mr. Arno. I will not go down easily to murderers such as yourself. I fail to see the difference between you and your partner who would sacrifice newborns for power, and researchers that have no respect for life inside or outside the womb. What's point of making sure a child is born, if it will die from neglect or inaction afterwards?"

Arno cringed at the statement before turning towards the researchers.

"Newborns?"

"Ah yes, they were completed about 4 hours ago, although why does that matter? They fulfilled their task and your friend created this masterpiece before us. Clones are clones, no matter how fresh they are."

"I see… I hate it when my enemies are right."

Placing his left hand on his sheath, he began to draw his sword. The sword humming in power as the air around him began to stir, heralding the coming of a legend.

He drew his sword in a single motion, charging forward he swung to behead the enemy before him. Angurvadal glowed with with a pale light, unwilling to reveal its true brilliance before such a pittance of a battle

The girl offered no resistance, as Arno ran by her much to the horror the the researchers. Their heads swiftly became offerings towards the spirits of the children sacrificed for the cause of progress for progress's sake.

Sheathing his blade once more, he rifled through the corpses' pockets, pulling out their wallets. Then with pen and paper, wrote several notes while pacing back and forth. Alarms started blaring throughout the warehouse but he carried on unperturbed. The girl watched on in curiosity, unwilling to distract him while he was so clearly focused.

After writing the notes, he tossed them and the fallen men's wallets over to the girl who effortlessly caught them. Then, as he walked over to the walls near the array, he started engraving norse runes, which soon started spewing water, washing the circle away. All the while, an ever brightening light gleamed from the holes in his sheath.

"The powers of the city has noticed something has transpired here, and are coming in force to seize anything that could benefit them. I know not how girl, but you are a magician and an esper. I thought I felt magic in those blades and I was right. How much do you know about the world around you?"

The girl, noting the earnestness and resolve in his face, answered truthfully.

"Little, the process that made me only gave the basics of language, some life skills and some of the magic you witnessed with little else. I don't know where I am or what the situation is."

"I see. Then as an apology for my actions, I'll give you the basics. In this world there are two powers fighting for control. Until the founding of this city, there were only magic cabals that operated in the shadows of society. We of no talent seek to fulfill our dreams to spite god or whatever creator that would deny us. Then this city was founded about 60 years ago. A city that rejects the occult and uses nothing but talent and science to achieve dreams. A rebuke to everything we Magicians stood for."

The girl nodded, prodding the man to continue.

"This power of science created espers, people of talent revealed by drugs and technology. Theirs' is a power determined by their souls and bodies. But those of talent cannot use magic, for it is the means for we, the talentless use to overcome fate. Every attempt to do so has led to either the death or crippling of the subjects, until you. Once the world realizes what you are, you will be target for EVERY power in the world, and nothing can stop that."

He gazed at the girl in pity, for almost every ending possible for her would be of tragedy and suffering. Shaking his head, he pointed to the wallets and notes in the girl's hand.

"Those are the passwords and all the personal information of those human shaped pieces of filth I had to dirty my sword with. It should be enough to give you a decent start in this world. I would explain more, but time is not on our side"

Additional alarms started blaring, as the sounds of helicopters and vehicles could be heard outside the warehouse. Nonchalantly, Arno walked towards a corner of the warehouse and tapped the floor 3 times, revealing a trapdoor and a cloak. Motioning her to come, the girl warily approached as he draped her shoulders with it.

"There once was a king who had 12 daughters, but every night their shoes were worn as if they spent the night dancing. When they refused to explain how, the king offered his daughters' hand in marriage for any who could figure out their secret within three days and nights. It wasn't until an old soldier, bearing a cloak of invisibility that their secret was finally revealed. With this, one can depart anywhere unnoticed. I do not know if it will be effective against the technology of this city, but it has been proven on people."

The girl touched the cloak with her hands, and using Emiya's structural analysis, confirmed Arno's claim. It was a replica of cloak in the fairy tale, "The Twelve Dancing Princesses", a replica worthy of being called a noble phantasm.

"Useful, but as you said, unproven against technology. If we tried to escape using this we'll be surrounded and captured."

"True, but if you leave alone you will have enough of a headstart to blend in somewhere and escape. After all, who would search for a fleeing mouse when a lion is bearing down in you?"

The girl looked the man in the eyes and seeing his grim resolve, and nodded at his determination. Pulling the cloak over her head and disappearing from sight, she walked into the underground passage, the trapdoor closing behind her with a final thud. Her pattering footsteps started echoing throughout the underground passages.

This will probably be my final act. I failed to avenge my mother, but if that girl, that impossibility survives and accomplishes anything in her life, then it will be enough... enough to prove my mother's decision was right.

Arno closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as once more he placed his hand upon the hilt of his sword. Fire was leaking from the holes in his sheath, Angurvadal hungering for the coming battle. For the sake of his mother's memory, and to defend the child fleeing behind him, he would wage war, even if he must stand alone.

When the doors of the warehouse were blasted down, he was greeted with swat teams and an APC bearing down on him, with attack helicopters, snipers and drones awaiting him should he attempt to flee. His death was all but guaranteed.

So he smiled.

Why fear the end, when you can face it with a smile? After all, Death is the last companion you will meet in life, so why be afraid and hold anything back?

So, why not show your audience a grand finale before you depart from this stage called life?

"Redemptio126."

Author's notes: This will be longer than normal

Wow, I wasn't expecting such a strong response to this story. But I'll do my best to live up to your expectations, as for what I'll write below, I'll do my best to address the concerns I've seen in the reviews as of 12/3/18

Dcraus, I must politely decline the challenge. I am not that big of a fan of Akame Ga Kill. It isn't a bad series, just not one suited to my tastes. As I am now I will not be able to do such a story justice.

But seeing as how you have good ideas, why not try writing it yourself? If you are anxious or unsure of how to go about it, why not make an outline of what you want to happen, and then ask yourself, "How would my favorite authors write this? How would they try to create transitions that lead up to these points?" and try to mimic their style. It won't be a true match because you are not the author's themselves, but you can use them as a foundation to create your own unique style. After all, there have been times when I noticed other authors influences in my own works.

As for the concerns about fate vs index powers, I'll try to list my general views now. Do note that I stopped reading Index during the World Rejector arc so it might be a bit outdated. I didn't like that arc so I'm waiting for a few more books to be written so I can plow through it in one go because I'm betting that the series will be more enjoyable to me after that arc.

Right, Fate Magi vs Index Magicians. From what I can tell, both fluctuate in relative strength, but as a whole, I'd say the average Index Magicians have a clear power advantage over Fate Magi. BUT, as Tsuchimikado once said, mentality wise Magicians are children wielding knives. Fate Magi generally are amoral ruthless killers who do not hesitate. I'd say they would win more often than not against index mages not because of strength but because of mentality. But any average Index magician that has properly resolved his/herself would CRUSH any average Fate Magus.

As for Servants, I would say servants have a power advantage over average saints, but not overwhelming. They'd be peers in power, with a saint being able to defeat a servant. But, similar to the Fate Magus vs Index Magicians there will be a mentality or more accurately, an experience gap. Servants are a representation of the total experience of a legend combined the absolute apex of their power during their lives. Saints on the other hand may be at the apex of their power during their life, but only at only at a fraction of the experience. I'd like to think Saints as legends still in the middle of their story. So one could say Saints as they are now in the books would be akin to lily servants, compared to their end of life selves that would be summoned as a top tier servant should Fate mechanics be implemented here.

Out of respect of the people who have not the access or the opportunity to see later into the first index series aka currently unpublished in english or the sequel series, I'll try to use aliases to explain power levels of characters you've yet to meet.

A certain final antagonist of the first index series who can be blatantly be called overpowered with a 'win' option should the world be an rpg game, I'd rank him with the Grand servants in power, because I could easily see him wiping the floor with most servants. The saint nicknamed 'superman' by the fans I could see as barely entering the same Grand Servant category. The 'help' the antagonist summons during the last battles of the first series would be a divine spirit. As for the 'Majin' excluding their well, primary powers which are EXTREMELY overpowered and focusing on just their core combat powers they displayed when they DON'T want to cause THAT much widespread ruin, I'd rank the weakest 'Majin' with the top of the line Grand Servants with the average and more powerful ones being as strong as actual heroic spirits. Not the limited versions that are summoned as servants. I mean the whole bloody legend that is actually and quite literally impossible to summon because they are too powerful.

Oh, and as for the level 5 espers, I'd say most of them are at the power of weaker servants, with the same problem of lack of experience but even worse since they are only middle school and high school students. As adults with experience, I think they will be true peers of servants, if not a match.

With Accelerator being an exception. As he is now I'd say he could defeat servants as long as they didn't use abilities that have no vectors. For example, if servant EMIYA were to fight against Accelerator, Emiya would only win if he realized Accelerator could only manipulate things and concepts with vectors. He'd need to use something that Accelerator cannot calculate to defeat him. Maybe Gae Bolg? But even then only if Accelerator didn't find a way to idk, calculate the vectors of physics manipulation bending fate does and can counteract it. He's busted mathematical genius like that.

To which academy city thought: "We have a mathematical genius who can calculate things beyond human comprehension, lets have him kill a bunch of girls to level him up!"

/facepalm

And if someone says: "But what about UBW!?"

Let me ask this,

"How does giving Accelerator a place with more ammo with special abilities to fling at whatever is pissing him off help defeat him?"

Lastly, for how strong the girl once known as Emiya is, I'll post it in the breaks below, so those that don't want to be spoiled can skip it

Spoiler Zone Start!

I'm planning on listing her with the other level 5s. I could easily see the arguments of putting her as a level 6, which I could see her barely making. And by barely making, I mean meets the requirements through technicality but with nowhere near the power expected of a level 6.

That aside, later in the she will be a MONSTER, but not an overbearing one. She's not used to her body, nor does she understand the mechanics of the world yet. And for someone who inherits the spirit of EMIYA, a lack of knowledge and understanding is lethal. If you really must know how strong she is currently, think of her as strong as UBW Shirou in magic and about a level 2 esper. I hope the small fight she was in earlier against an average magician highlights how vulnerable she is right now. She'll get stronger as the story goes along, but she'll NEVER be the strongest.

But ultimately, levels mean nothing if you don't have the right mentality to use that power correctly.

A level 5 can be defeated by a level 0, and not just counting Touma. Remember there was that crazy Kihara that pulled it off too. And there was another example with a certain additional protagonist and his crazy stalker.

Besides, even if I label the girl once known as Emiya as a level 6, she could still be defeated by a level 4 or 3 that was adequately prepared.

Oh, and the girl does have a new name, but I'll reveal it in the story, not here. (editor came in with the clutch name)

Spoiler Zone End!

Of course, if you guys noticed that I'm misunderstanding something, which is definitely possible since I haven't read the books in a long time, be sure to point it out as well as which book, or at least which arc I can reread to make the necessary corrections. Do note that I currently have access to up to book 17 of the first series and the new testament series. Anything between the two I currently cannot reread.

Oh and if you do need to post corrections on the reviews, please remember that not everyone is on the same page story wise, I know some people that can only watch the anime so they have no idea what's going to happen in the future. Please try to use aliases or minimum details so we don't spoil it for them.

Right then, I'm counting on your reviews! I may be making the story, but I'm relying on my reliable editor and you guys on making this an adventure worth reading!

Editor's Notes:

So, yeah. Finals suck. Still doing this and procrastinating out of love and a sense of college student morality. Chapter was actually a blast. Nude Mikoto Alter ftw (inb4 it's actually Kuro).

So, interesting bit here. The Accelerator part of the AN? Literally actual truth. Like, more truth than Truth himself from the prologue. Like, actually hot damn. With Accelerator, Gilgamesh and EMIYA matchups now look like rock-paper-scissors.

Also, the naming reason for EMIYA's new name will be revealed in due time because Kanji is an actual bitch worthy of its beauty.