It's the story of a tragic hero.
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the story of a man who endured hell.
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His life was marked by an unrelenting quest to bring happiness to people, as it was his sole source of joy. Some accused him of hypocrisy and murder, while others hailed him as a hero.
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His ideal was to create a world where every individual would experience happiness, and to achieve this goal, he strived to become the true hero he had always envisioned. However, in the end, he could never become the kind of hero he had longed to be.
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Yet, he never gave up on his quest, driven by his enduring dream and his desire to one day regain the love he had lost. It's a tale of courage, sacrifices, and perseverance, that of a man who weathered adversity to achieve a cherished ideal.
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He was forced to watch the person he loved disappear before his eyes.
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To save his master, he found himself in a heart-wrenching situation where he had to end the life of that person, hoping that his wish would come true.
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The man often pondered this troubling question: "Is it really so wrong?" As people distanced themselves from him, this question lingered. He ultimately concluded, with unwavering determination, "No... There is nothing wrong with wanting to help others." He remained true to his noble quest, even if it meant suffering and sacrificing his life.
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But he quickly found himself isolated. His altruistic actions raised skepticism worldwide. People had to wonder why a man would put himself in danger so often without a hidden agenda. After all, who would act so selflessly without ulterior motives? The purity of his intentions was hard for many to accept.
Ultimately, he was betrayed by the very people he had saved, a betrayal that left him alone. Despite this, he passed away with a smile on his lips, harboring no hatred towards anyone. He remained true to his convictions until the end.
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Yet, his life did not end there.
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In his lifetime, he had made a pact with an entity called Alaya in exchange for his life after death. He had thus gained the power to save lives during disasters. If only he had known what he had truly committed to at the time...
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The Counter Guardians were actually just simple purifying spirits, summoned when the Earth was on the brink of destruction and needed a powerful force to counter the threat. They were the remedy…
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And often, humans were the illness they had to combat.
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He found himself compelled to commit countless atrocities, whether they were men, women, or children. As long as they were connected, directly or indirectly, to the cause he had to combat, they had to be erased.
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Even as his ideals slowly crumbled over time, he found himself compelled to kill again and again to save the majority.
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His name was EMIYA, the Wrought Iron Hero.
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The man sported a rather exotic appearance. He had slicked-back white hair, sun-kissed skin, metallic gray eyes, a perfectly sculpted athletic physique honed on the battlefields, standing at an imposing height of 1.87 meters (6 feet 2 inches). He was dressed in a black outfit with silver accents that hugged his muscles perfectly. The uniqueness of this attire lay in the fact that it was made from an unknown material, surpassing even the strength of steel. A coat accompanied this outfit, consisting of two distinct parts: sleeves and a skirt, both in a similar color. He also wore black pants, gray metallic shoes, and black leather gloves to complete his ensemble.
He stood alone atop a desolate hill, surrounded by a sea of swords stretching as far as the eye could see. The blades pierced his body from all sides.
His body is made out of swords.
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His blood is of iron and his heart of glass.
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He have overcome countless battlefields.
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Not even once retreating,
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Not even once being understood.
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He was always alone, intoxicated with victory in a hill of swords.
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Thus, his life has no meaning.
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That body was certainly made out of swords
