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Chapter 1: A Swords Dying Wish
I arrive at Mount Enzo for the second time tonight. Unlike the first time, there's no reception. Last time, the Caster Class Card user fought me up at the Ryuudou temple, but I have no business there now. If I focus, I can hear the wind howling far above me.
I turn off the stairs and push my way through the tree branches. The forest is dark, but the moonlight slipping through the branches allows me to see. I have to clamber over the rocks, since there isn't even an animal trail.
According to Kotomine, there should be an entrance by a stream…
There, a trickle of water. I follow the sound until I reach a rock formation that looks like a natural gate, with the water coming from behind it. There's a crack in the formation large enough for a person to slip through. I move through and enter a cave. Under any other circumstances, I would have believed this to be a dead-end.
My time trying to break the Ainsworths bounded field has taught me otherwise, and I place my hand on the back wall of the cave. As expected, my hand passes through it. Once I go into the enemy's lair, there's no going back. No hesitation, I walk through the wall.
The ground slopes steeply downward from here, falling into a deep, depressing darkness. I sit and start to slide down the incline. I can't see how far the path goes, but I can feel the wet rocks. The long path seems to lead to hell, spiraling downward. Just as I'm thinking I've gone over a hundred meters underground…the dark cave changes completely.
The path opens up to a wide cave, lit up with luminescent moss. I walk onward. At its end, the path opens into a cavern. It's about as big as the schoolground. It's too dark to make out the ceiling, but it must be about ten meters up. An unforgettable underground space that looks like the moonscape that I read about a long time ago.
And there…
"It's been a long time⎯⎯⎯"
A man waits, filled with absolute hostility.
"How are you doing⎯⎯ ?"
He's my age, with black hair and dark blue eyes. He's wearing the Homurahara Academy uniform. With the glare he's sending my way, it looks like he's trying to kill me with his mind. His name is:
"Julian."
We stare each other down from across the cavern. There are many things I want to ask, and plenty I want to hear. But there was nothing else to put into words, save one thing:
"Give Miyu back." my voice is even, demanding the return of my sister.
His scowl turns darker still "That would be betraying mankind." He grits his teeth in a show of anger. "In her lies the method to save the human race from this planet full of tragedies, and it's certain doom." He's starting to raise his voice. "To throw all of that away for that petty, goddamned sentimentality of your's…"
He brings his hand to his forehead clenching it in a show of frustration. "I can't even laugh at it, I really can't. Doing something like that…" The sole eye I can see through his fingers giving me a black look, full of malice. "Makes you the worst kind of evil."
I realize now. I guess we were more similar than I thought.
"I had no idea. I see now, so that's how it was. You were fighting all alone this entire time too."
"Don't act like you understand!" He roars, rounding on me, his face contorted with complete fury.
"I do." I say quietly. "Kill one to save many… I knew someone with that kind of mentality." Kiritsugu, the man who saved me. The man who gave me the name Emiya.
The man who wanted me to sacrifice Miyu. His dream, my old goal, was to be a Hero of Justice. A superhero who could save everyone. However, the world does not work that way.
Kill one to save ten. Kill ten to save one hundred. Kill one hundred to save a thousand. That was the path Kiritsugu followed. In order to save the entire world, so that all living humans will survive, all that need be done is sacrifice Miyu. The Ainsworths follow the same Ideology.
"But did you know, Julian? About Miyu's family?" Julian continues to stare at me intently, but says nothing.
"The Sakatsuki family kept records of all the generations from the very beginning all the way to Miyu. Have you ever wondered what a family with the children of god, who could grant any wish, would ask for?" Julian's curiosity is easy to see on his face, even though he tries to hide it. You couldn't be friends with him for as long as I have⎯ had, without learning his facial cues.
"They simply wished for their children to grow up healthy. They could have wished for wealth and prosperity, but all they ever asked for was what any parent would want for their child." I start walking towards Julian. "There wasn't a single exception for over four hundred years." My footfalls become heavy as I pass him. "And if that is to be considered evil⎯" I pass him, never to look back.
"Then I will be Evil"
And so, finally, I arrive at the altar at the center of the Holy Grail system. And lying atop it, is Miyu. She is lying on a raised platform in the center of an elaborate magic circle, which is no doubt connected to the Fuyuki ley lines. Just like for the reason she was captured, she even looks the part of a sacrifice, wearing a dress.
At last. I've finally arrived. This is it, the moment in which I will finally save her. All I have to do is…
"Onii… chan?" Miyu speaks to me, sounding like she is just waking up.
I smile, walking toward her. I'll have to be quick, there's no way they will let me go through with this.
"Sorry I took so long Miyu, I⎯"
(ost This Illusion)
"Why did you come?" My heart stops, the pain in her voice stops me cold. "I heard it. These people told me… The reason you and Kiritsugu-san took me in… Was to use my power… That I'm only a tool… That in his place, they would use me to save the world. So why?" Seeing the tears fill her eyes makes my heart tear itself apart.
"Why Did You Come Here?"
That's obvious. I made my decision a long time ago. A life like mine has no other meaning behind it.
"That goes without saying." I take the cards out of my pocket, and they react to the proximity of the system, and float above Miyu. "I'm an older brother, so I have to protect my little sister don't I?" She can only look at me with shock.
"I've been trying to figure out what to do." I walk closer to the altar. I need to hurry. "It's been one mistake after another with me, so this might be a mistake too, but.." I kneel down and take my beloved sister's hand in mine, holding it gently. "I wish upon the holy grail," I close my eyes, as if in prayer...
"I pray that you find a world where you won't have to suffer any longer."
"I pray that you meet kind people."
"I pray that you find friends you can laugh with."
"I pray that you find a small, warm,"
"Share of Happiness."
The effect is immediate. A second circle materializes above the first filling the area with light as the grail seeks to grant my selfish, terrible wish.
Miyu calls my name as she floats into the air, but falls unconscious. Only one more thing to do now. This is it. This will be Emiya Shirou's final battle, with everything on the line. Just a little longer now…
I meet my enemy halfway to the entrance to the cavern. I feel the power before I see it. The power of the true archer class card is leagues above the others. A woman with blond hair and dark blue eyes wearing elaborate golden armor walks towards me, but stops at thirty meters.
But that doesn't matter. I have a job to do.
"Sorry, but my little sister is working her hardest right now, and can't be disturbed. So could you wait just a little longer?"
The reply is delivered with cold determination.
"I cannot. A faker who slipped into this grail war, must not have their wish granted." She activates the cards power, a series of portals opening up behind her.
So that's Gilgamesh. It's power is at least three times greater than the other cards. But it doesn't matter. From the portals, various swords and other weapons point straight at me. The loaded weapons are released at me with great speed!
(Ost The Golden King)
"Trace On!" I raise my hands to block the oncoming attacks, reinforcing my body and clothing as I do, and the weapons fly by me with unbelievable speed and power. They graze me without outright skewering my body, and I'm sent crashing to the ground several meters away.
"For a mere flesh and blood human to stand against the King of Heroes, Gilgamesh, is the epitome of foolishness." More weapons appear behind her pointing my way again. "You may grovel on the ground and beg for forgiveness, but if you stand once more… I will show no mercy."
I see now. She was the one who attacked me back then, when Julian kidnapped Miyu in the first place. Each weapon she fires at me is a top- tier noble phantasm. What kind of legend must someone have had to be able to so casually throw around so many legendary weapons?
"Be it eastern or western, ancient or modern, all of humanity's treasures are this Heroic Spirit's noble phantasm." She stands, offering a quiet invitation.
"I see. That's why Sakura called it the strongest." I force myself to my feet, causing my enemy's eyes to narrow. "Humanity, huh? That's big, bigger than words. It must be an enormous burden to carry." I reach my full height and smile "But you know, I've got someone I'm responsible for too." Not another step. I can't allow her to get any closer to Miyu no matter what. If I fail she dies, simple as that.
So not another step.
"Be it personal feelings or sentimentality," She raises her hand firing nine noble phantasms at me "Both are completely worthless in this world!"
Time freezes. I need a weapon. My link with the garbage card was a miscalculation on the part of the Ainsworths, as even they couldn't know what would happen to someone who connected to a card that was 'themself'.
"Trace On!" I connect to that place and bring them into existence, the married blades Kanshou and Byakuya. In a clatter of steel the attacks are deflected by the twin swords in my hands. Like black and white lightning the swords move to intercept each attack. My body moves like a superhuman, and my mind reads ten steps ahead, insuring five more seconds of survival for each attack I parry. This is why I chose these swords. I can reproduce Archer's combat experience along with the weapons. It's not perfect, but my abilities are close to his now.
"Swords? It can't be… That fighting style is…" She seems shocked, but this outcome was obvious, working as a matter of course.
"What was that about a flesh and blood human? You're pretty slow on the uptake King of Heroes." I bring them out from the hill, the same weapons she had sent at me. "What you're facing is a true imitation of a heroic spirit!"
"Calling yourself an imitation in front of an Ainsworth? For such a sin…" She fires her weapons, and I fire in turn, rushing forwards as I do. "You Shall Pay with your Life!"
He faced many battles as the embodiment of his ideal, and it's thanks to that that I am, by copying him, able to fight. I even copied his origin as a sword. But I can feel it. Every time this body fights, I'm being invaded by the Heroic Spirit EMIYA. I move faster, kicking off the ground harder. I kick into high gear and floor the gas pedal.
I need to extract more of his strength. Deeper, wider, closer to the limit, I need to extract more so I can keep fighting. I deflect any swords that get past the ones I launch with quick strikes.
I close into melee range, leaping into the air and swinging both Kanshou and Byakuya down as hard as I can. She blocks the black and white swords with a quickly summoned sword.
"Lowley Faker!" A portal appears under me, a large sword shooting up from it, intent on impaling me. I pull my swords close in an x-pattern in front of my chest and block the attack, but the force sends me flying backwards away from her, breaking my weapons in the process.
A veritable rain of swords launches on me from above while I'm unable to defend, causing the ground to explode around me, sending up dust and debris.
The pain is unimportant. I focus on regaining my breath and getting back to my feet. My muscles burn, which makes that difficult. I keep my eye on my opponent, watching for more attacks.
"The strength of your attacks and the speed of your projections are increasing. I do not know what trick you're using, but it's useless. The only thing that awaits you is certain ruin." She proclaims.
I know. If the battle continues like this I'll have no hope of victory.
But so what? That doesn't matter. I have to win, I need to keep her distracted for just a little longer.
So I will.
"You know, you're surprisingly cute." I grit my teeth, as I struggle to my feet.
"What?" Guess she was surprised by my choice of words.
"Are you worried about your opponent? Or just hesitant to kill?" I clarify and ask at the same time. "I never had time for thoughts like that. If I had, I wouldn't have survived long enough to get my wish granted." I finally rise to my feet.
If I can't win by countering with high-speed projection⎯
(ost Into the Night)
"I'M STANDING HERE TO USE WHAT'S LEFT OF MY LIFE!" I throw off my ruined coat and raise one hand in front of me in preparation. I have no need to hesitate. All that's left is for me to defeat the enemy in front of me. I look into myself even while I prepare to defend myself.
⎯Then I'll have to try something else...
"My Body is Made of Swords"
I cast the spell. The act of casting is only a suggestion to change myself. These words will connect me to that place I need to reach. The place I will reach...
"My Blood is of Iron, and My Heart is of Glass"
She releases numerous noble phantasms at me with the speed of bullets. But they won't reach me. Even as I go there, I bring a suitable shield out...
"I Have Overcome Countless Battlefields"
Rho Aias, the shield that blocked the spear of a Trojan war hero, appears before me, a swarm of swords batters against it. The shield is my body, so I take damage as the shield cracks...
"Unaware of Beginning"
Aias breaks, the holes in the shield reflected by 'holes' in my body. I grit my teeth, pushing through the pain...
"Nor Aware of the End"
The swords cut passed me again, leaving shallow wounds, but I ignore them.
"The Orphan is Alone Again"
Portals open up surrounding me, cutting off retreat and the ability to move forward.
"Striking Diamond Dust Upon a Hill of Swords"
Chains spring outward from the portals, immobilizing me. But that's fine. I don't need to move anyway...
"Yet, My Flame Never Ends"
My enemy charges forwards, intent on ending me before I finish casting, pulling a large sword out, holding it over her head for a powerful strike...
"This False Body was⎯"
She closes into striking distance and brings the sword down with a cry...
"Still⎯"
The power fills me in an instant, raging around. This body was used for only one magic from the start. All that's left is to unleash it...
"Unlimited Blade Works"
I cast it's true name, and in that instant…
Everything breaks and reforms.
One man dreamt of the World's salvation.
Another chose the survival of his species above all else.
I wished for a single person's happiness.
And He...
I walk up the snow covered hill, a lone sword awaits me there.
"Switching individual and collective, fantasy and reality, inside and outside. Overwriting the world with one's own mind. The innermost Thaumaturgy: Reality Marble." I reach the sword and grasp it, flames forming over my hand. "This is the place that he and I saw." I pull the sword from the ground.
He ended up 'here'
In a desolate frozen tundra, the moon sits high in the sky, watching over all that occurs here like a great eye. The land with no end to it is filled, no, covered with swords sticking blade-first in the ground. Any and all swords are reproduced here at a glance. It is the greatest forbidden magic that embodies the caster's internal world. This reality marble is the heroic spirit EMIYA's Noble Phantasm and the only weapon we possess.
This place that lies at the end of his Ideal
He cut himself off from the world, losing something for each person he saved
Until finally, his world was empty.
And so, the emptiness was filled with steel, just like this world's owner.
That is why it is called Unlimited Blade Works: The Infinite Creation of Swords.
This place, filled with all the materials to produce swords without limit, is the only definite answer obtained by the man who lived as a sword all his life.
"So what do you think? It's a world encompassing an infinite number of blades, but to me, they're more like graves." Graves of lives taken. Graves for lives lost.
A grave for an ideal.
The King of Heroes turns to face me, as I willed myself to appear behind her, a look of contempt on her face.
"Please keep me company until my swords run out." I tell her, preparing for all-out war.
"... It seems I was mistaken. You had no hope of victory from the start." She looks about my world with disgust. "Disregarding yourself and the lives of others, even beasts have more dignity." She clenches her fist in self-righteous fury, or does she pity me?
I push the thought away. It doesn't' matter anyhow.
"What a fitting scene for you, Faker. A PUPPET LIKE YOU WHO MIMICS THE DEAD, SHALL SINK TO THE BOTTOM OF THESE GRAVES!" She unleashes the noble phantasm of Gilgamesh of Uruk, the King of Heroes, from a vault containing war incarnate.
(ost Emiya)
I charge down the hill even as the enemy opens the 'gate' firing off countless noble phantasms. My blades are already here, so they respond in kind, moving from their resting places in droves. The two armies of swords start the final match.
I oppose a longsword with a longsword, the blades shattering each other, sending the shards flying in all directions. Her weapons come through the portals, firing in an attempt to take my life. I'm not thinking. My body and mind will fail if I stop. That's why I will keep moving forward. The instant I see a Noble Phantasm, I reel in the exact same one from behind me and fire it in turn. The sounds of swords clashing with explosive force echoes throughout the world in a cacophony of steel.
The portals behind her fill with weapons, so I send my own, destroying them. In this world, my swords are already in existence, allowing me to attack with mine faster.
"To slow." I rush her as she curses, summoning several shields in front of her, forming a wall.
"With countless treasures at your disposal, that heroic spirit is no doubt a king." I toss the sword in my hand into the air, calling a large sword from the hill behind me "That's why you can thoughtlessly look down on me, someone who would try to perfect a single swing." I shove the sword into the ground, directly in front of the shield wall. "Someone with a duty to fulfill!" Using the sword like a shovel, I pry the wall out of the way, launching the shields into the air and knocking my enemy off balance.
She launches noble phantasms at me while trying to recover, but they miss by mere millimeters. I catch the sword I'd thrown earlier, moving into attack range, my whole body like a coiled spring.
This is it. At this range, and with the timing of my swing I can't fail! The sword approaches her neck and⎯
Passes through empty space, causing me to overextend.
"The one being thoughtless here is you. Do not make light of the Ainsworths." I suddenly find myself tumbling through the air, several meters up.
"Damn!" She can use that same spatial displacement that Julian used when he kidnapped Miyu. This is bad. I can't maneuver in the air, leaving me wide open.
"I have no reason to keep you company as you try to buy time." She summons two giant swords from above me, using gravity itself to crush me with the weight of the world.
The first sword, Ig-Alma, The Mountain Feller, falls towards me at terminal velocity. I roar out, going through the eight steps in an instant, my circuits burning and sparking as I reproduce that very same sword, projecting it into reality to deflect the original away from my body.
No time to think, the next, Sul-Sagana, is already closing in. I reproduce it with even greater strain just in time. The world shakes as the titanic pairs of swords clash with each other and fall to earth with a world shaking crash. I land on the ground in a heap.
Once more… I need to get up one more time. I'm not done yet, damn it! The cost of producing those swords was massive...
"Though they may have been cheap imitations, you still managed to project two divine constructs while simultaneously maintaining this reality marble." She almost sounds like she's complimenting me as she pulls a new sword out of storage. "Your very existence is flawed. You may prove to be a hindrance to the last legend we have written and put into motion for humanity."
All my senses freeze. I can't even pay heed to what she's saying. She is most certainly pulling out a sword, but my mind burns when I see it. The sword begins to spin, a strange wind pouring out.
"Your irksome ability, your strange use of magecraft, and your abhorrent self destructive conviction… They will be torn to pieces, together with this world." The sword spins faster, generating a seemingly limitless amount of power.
Static fills my vision as I try and fail to grasp the sword in front of me.
It's useless. Even with the heroic spirit EMIYA's eyes. Analyzing that sword, let alone reproducing it?
Impossible.
Something as ridiculous as that? With a trump card like that, no wonder she was so confident in her victory.
I can only laugh at my misfortune. "Wow. I'm honored that you'd bring something like that out just for me. There's no sword in this world that can stand equal to it." The ground shakes from the wind as a snow storm blows up from behind me, blocking off the night sky.
"So, while it may seem a bit rude, I'll just have to pay you back…" The storm? It's unlike any storm to ever exist. The storm of swords pulls up behind me, following my will. "WITH EVERY SWORD I HAVE IN STOCK!" Every Sword in my reality marble moved forward to attack my lone opponent. Is it possible to imagine such a thing? Truly the number of swords cannot be counted.
"RETURN TO THE BEGINNING! ENUMA ELISH!" She roars, thrusting the sword in my direction, a storm of red energy pours endlessly from the sword.
Two storms clash in a world without boundaries. One made of the weight of all the steel here, which makes up the soul of Emiya Shirou. Famed swords, Treasured swords, honed, divine, cursed, magic, razor, blunt. These swords are everything that I am, and an endless armory.
The other is an impossibility. The weight of the truth, the weight of the mightiest sword in existence, which split Heaven from Earth.
"It's futile! Even if you pile all of your swords together, they are no match for the strongest sword!" She roars over the noise. It makes no difference what kind of sword they are, nor how many there are. Every last one is obliterated.
I can own an unlimited number of swords, but a finite amount of them are recorded, despite being countless.
But that sword is infinity. It's power is truly endless.
"You're right. There are times when just one thing can outweigh everything else." I say with a smile on my face.
That's because I've already won.
Because that one thing...
I feel it. A very important connection is being irrevocably cut. I understand what that means. How I was able to survive those battles, and where all of the energy came from. The reason I could keep fighting…
Was Miyu all along.
The supply of energy, the will to keep going, disappears the moment Miyu no longer resides in this world.
It's my victory...
The world shatters, as the enemy storm envelops me...
Miyu is gone. Off on a one- way trip to a world where she can be happy. Surely the grail is capable of that at least.
I lay on the ground, my limbs spread out my wounds bleeding freely.
I'm so tired. I can barely move let alone stay conscious for much longer...
"I'm a little worried that I couldn't see you off, though…" I whisper wistfully to the sister that isn't here.
"I know you'll have no trouble making friends. Though there were a lot of things I wanted to teach you still..." A thought occurs.
"Damn… I totally forgot about my promise to show you the ocean… you'll probably be mad at me, huh?..." I don't think I've broken a promise to her before...
"Well, I did give it my all so you'll forgive me, right?" She definitely will...
"… Just promise me that you'll be happy, okay?" I don't need to hear her response.
I failed to be a Hero of Justice but…
"I won, Kiritsugu." I raise my fist to the night sky. I can pride myself on being a brother who could protect his sister.
I'm so tired. I should get some rest…
I close my eyes…
Dead End
"Emiya Shirou-san, welcome to the afterlife. Unfortunately, you have died. It may have been short, but your life is now over." Someone suddenly spoke to me in a pure white room. In the room is a set of an office desk and chair, and the one who announced that my life was over is sat in that chair.
Her beauty is beyond the idols shown on television, because she possess glamour surpassing humans. She has long blue hair. She seems to be about my age. She has a light purple hagoromo draped over her clothes. In her hair is a blue and white clip, which appears to resemble a water molecule.
The beauty blinked her eyes which are the same aqua blue color of her hair, staring at me.
This sudden turn of events confuses me. I mean, hadn't I just...?
Ah. That's right. If I'm dead, I suppose it was because there was nothing left for me in that world.
"Who…?" I manage eventually.
"My name is Aqua. I am a goddess that guides young people who die in Japan to the afterlife. Speaking of which, you have two options.'' Aqua holds up a finger for each of the options. "First would be reincarnating and beginning a new life. The other option would be staying in a place sort of like heaven and live the life similar to an old folks home."
Well, that was a blunt way of putting it. "Wait, wait. What do you mean an old folks home? And Heaven exists?" I end up asking the first questions that pop into my head.
Aqua looks around as if to make sure that no one is listening to our conversation and then leans in conspiratorially. "Heaven isn't as great as you humans imagined. You don't need to eat after dying and won't be able to make anything. There aren't any ingredients or anything for you to use there, anyhow."
Wait, so no cooking? "I'm sorry if I disappointed you, but there is nothing in heaven. No television, no manga and no games, there are only other people who died before you. And since you're dead, you can't do anything kinky, you can't since you don't even have a body. The only thing you can do is bask in the sun with your predecessors and chat. Forever." She may be focused on the wrong things here...
…
Well. That just seems a little…
Of the two options, there is no answer for me.
I could either sit for all eternity in apparent boredom, or be reincarnated back into a dying world.
A world where the most important people no longer are.
I suppose I'm making a face, because Aqua continues talking excitedly.
"Hey, you don't want to go to a boring place like heaven, right? But asking you to let go of all your memories and start again as a baby is the same as erasing your existence since your memories will be gone. And so, I have great news for you!"
Wait, what? There's a third option? But why wait to tell me about it? Of course, the answer is obvious. The only reason to offer a third option. To make a contract with the World and become one of it's Counter Guardians.
The only response is⎯
"Do you like video games?" Aqua flashes a smile and asks something completely ridiculous.
"Huh?"
She stands up as the light in the room dims. With an audible sound, a powerful stage light kicks on and illuminates the area round Aqua, who has spread her arms as if on a stage.
"A world, which has long enjoyed peace, is being threatened by the Demon King and his armies! The livelihood of it's citizens are being trampled by monsters! Everyone lives in fear of the Demon King's army as they mercilessly pillage and slaughter!"
My mouth is hanging open at the sheer ridiculousness of it all. Not to mention, she's talking like some sort of divine sales person! Does she think I'm some kind of idiot? After a moment, the stage light clicks back off.
"The people who died in that world were killed by the demon king's army, and were very afraid, saying they didn't want to die like that again. And so, almost all the people who've died reject being reincarnating into that world again. More specifically, that world could end if this continues, since babies would cease to be born there. Hence, the problem can be solved by sending the dead from other worlds over right? That's how it is."
What a sloppy immigration policy.
"And since we're sending people over, we should find people who died young and still yearn to live, sending them over with their original body and memories. It would be meaningless if they died immediately after going over, so we grant a privilege to all those who are going to that world, allowing them to take any one thing they like to that world. It could be a powerful ability, an exceptional talent or god level weapon… What do you think? It might be another world, but you can live once more. For the people of that world, someone in fighting shape would appear. How about it? Isn't this great news?" She finishes her speech by leaning forward expectantly.
Let me get this straight…
"You know the world I would be leaving is dying too, right? So what does it matter to you if this 'other world' kicks the bucket?" My hands clench, and I grit my teeth.
She flinches back for a moment, nervously holding her hands "Well… that's… um, you see… That world is where all my worshippers live?"
…
Is she asking or telling? And didn't she say she guides the dead from Japan?
"So it's for selfish reasons."
"That's right! I don't want my cute little worshippers to die! You'll help, right? You won't let something bad happen to them, right?" She runs over to grab my hand, pleadingly.
"Urk.." She's even more beautiful up close… No, get away damn it! I shake her off and she backs up, staring imploringly at me, tears in the corners of her eyes.
My choices aren't exactly ideal.
I can restart life as an infant with no memories, and maybe live a long, peaceful life in a dying hell-hole.
I can go to 'Heaven' and spend the rest of eternity doing… nothing.
Or…
I can continue this stupid, selfish existence of mine…
What do I have to lose? Everything, no, everyone I care about are already…
"I'll do it." I speak without thought "I mean, I evidently have no better options available." I don't trust this. Not even a little. However, there's no point in the other two options. Besides…
What would Miyu have me choose?
I couldn't' protect her but…
"Great choice!" Aqua exclaims, running to her desk to grab something "Just need you to read through this and accept your boon!"
She ran back over with some sort of textbook-sized book. It was mostly just legal stuff, with some explanations about the world I'll be heading to. One of the passages catch my eye...
Caution!
Because the process of installing the ability to speak the parallel world's language into the one who wishes to be reincarnated there (henceforth referred to as 'Reincarnated) requires instantaneous overload of the Hippocampus and Cerebral Cortex (henceforth referred to as 'brain'), Reincarnated brain may, in rare cases, lose certain faculties (go pg 32f). Should the above scenario occur, according to Article 1296 Clauses 2 and 5 and Article 2051 Clause 3, Reincarnated may not hold those responsible for this reincarnation accountable for any⎯⎯⎯
…
I read something ridiculous…
The list of boons turned out to actually just be optional choices.
I could have picked any of the legendary weapons, or powerful artifacts, or unbelievable powers.
I end up picking something perfect for me, as well as being granted some money and suspiciously familiar looking armor.
After my choice, I'm directed to stand in the middle of a magic circle, which lights up and slowly lifts me into the air.
"Emiya Shirou, you will be heading to another world now and become one of the candidate heroes to defeat the demon king. You will receive a gift from the gods the in the event that you defeat the demon king."
"… Gift?" Did that mean...
"That's right, a gift befitting a world savior… You will be granted a wish, it can be anything you want."
Anything…
That settles it then.
The only reason to go now is obvious.
I'll settle this just like I did the Grail War.
Wait just a while. I'll be there soon, Miyu.
"Hero! May you be victorious among the many hero candidates, and become the one to defeat the demon king… Well then, I bid you farewell!"
With a flash of bright light, I begin my journey in a new world…
(No pov)
Aqua returns to her seat with a sigh.
Another day, another soul to send off.
"Why can't something interesting happen…" The goddess complains to herself.
"Ah, well, Who's next? Satou Kazuma-san? How did you die…?"
Hello, and welcome to my first fanfiction, "Just My Luck!" I hope you enjoy!
I will try to update as much as I can, but you can generally assume a bi-monthly release. Please review, so that I can get some criticism so I can do better! If you notice an error, or have any questions, please let me know!
Catch you later!
(10/27/17) Found an Error, fixed it.
(12/6/17) Errors pointed out. Fixed.