Fate: Emiya the Host

The moment the two of them finished speaking, time came to a standstill.

A clash occurred between reality marble and reality marble.

Reality was corroded by a miracle.

"Something like this, how could it be possible!", Red A looked in disbelief at the blood-red sunset soaking the sky.

The horizon was burning with flames.

Replacing the enormous steel gears.

Even the blades that once stood tall as gravestones were now radiating heat, carrying the meaning of burning endlessly until nothing remained.

"Well? Do you see it clearly now, Heroic Spirit Emiya!", Shirou drew the sword from the ground, the sharp gleam directly stabbing into his gaze.

"This is the truth, my ideal is correct!"

"Impossible!"

The inner world shook like never before.

A heart so tough it was covered in scars suddenly felt like it had an empty piece torn away.

Red A pulled the sword from the ground.

"Impossible!"

One sword after another burst from the ground behind him.

Shirou responded in kind. He fired the same Noble Phantasms.

For a moment, under the fiery clouds, before the burning sunset, steel crashed against steel with utter resolve.

At the moment the weapons shattered, Shirou's emotions also shot up like a helicopter soaring into the sky.

Finally, he had reached this step.

[Mana: D＋]

[Mana: C＋]

This was Shirou's Unlimited Blade Works.

If there was no tomorrow, then it would burn today.

As long as a Noble Phantasm within Unlimited Blade Works was shattered, it would burn itself out, restoring one hundred percent of his mana.

When full, it would automatically store. Stack infinitely.

Why force Red A to open his Reality Marble?

Other than stocking up, this had been Shirou's plan all along. With his own mana roots, he couldn't open the Reality Marble.

But Red A could. So as long as Shirou followed at the instant Red A opened it, he too could open his own.

At the moment of "stocking up," Shirou could obtain abundant mana for a short period of time.

So… he charged in without hesitation.

'Burn yourself out for me, Heroic Spirit Emiya!'

He said, "If you want to prove yourself right, then defeat me, Heroic Spirit Emiya!"

"EMIYA SHIROU!"

Red A roared as he swung his sword.

His whole life imprisoned by boring ideals, everything borrowed.

No self, full of hypocrisy.

Like a fake imitating others.

Saving only because he wanted to save, straying further and further into mistakes.

Only at the very end did he finally understand. Emiya Shirou, at the root, was a counterfeit that never should have existed.

Wrong ideals, wrong persistence, in the end even life itself was a mistake.

It wasn't about denying himself, it was about denying the false self that lived hypocritically.

Yet such thoughts, such regret, such a worthless existence, was acknowledged by a self that believed he wasn't wrong.

Saying this is right. Saying your ideals are not wrong. Saying you don't need to be saved… Just hearing it made him want to vomit.

"What do you even understand about me?"

Swinging his swords, Red A said, "Every day repeating the same work, thinking this way you could save more people, endlessly… endlessly… endlessly depriving lives."

"Whether good or bad; whether kind or evil, equally stealing away lives."

"What ally of justice, don't make me laugh!"

The twin swords shattered, yet more were drawn, "Such an ideal, such a fake, absolutely not what Emiya Shirou would wish for!"

"That's right!", Shirou held two swords.

Running at full speed, striking back fiercely. At this moment he was surpassing his limits. As long as his body hadn't fallen, he would keep swinging, keep fighting.

"How could such a man help others?"

"Just because that moment felt too beautiful, so he admired it. Just because that man's smile felt too incredible, so he wanted to chase it."

"Believing those feelings didn't belong to him, believing the substance that leaked out was fake."

"Something like this… is indeed hypocrisy!"

Hundreds upon hundreds of swords burst from the ground, flying forth.

Shirou said, "Surrounded by 'living for others,' thinking it was arrogance, thinking it was counterfeit."

"Believing that depending on such things, nothing could be saved. Or even that you couldn't decide what to save."

"So it led to a natural conclusion."

"Realizing one's ugliness, that ideals were shattered, that wishing for everyone's happiness was impossible, that even fairy tales had no such beauty."

BOOM… BOOM… BOOM!

Noble Phantasms clashed.

Rather than Noble Phantasms clashing, this was beliefs clashing.

Scorching flames burned.

Shattered ideals broke further apart.

Even the meaning of battle itself shouldn't exist.

"However—"

Even so.

Shirou said, "You didn't give up, did you?"

At last, the final, fiercest exchange unfolded.

Both sides swung their blades without yielding an inch.

Steel shattered in pieces but still swung, ideals exploded in fragments but still refused to retreat.

"Even if it's despair, even if your whole body is wounded, even if in the end you're left with nothing, you keep walking your path."

"Even knowing that the end of ideals brings despair, brings hell! You keep moving forward steadfastly, unnoticed by others, unsought by others."

"Even so, what I know, what I understand, is this, you still became an ally of justice!"

Blood dyed Shirou's body red.

Fighting a Servant head-on, the gap was still too great.

He knew if he kept fighting this way, he would die.

But, he couldn't retreat.

The sunset fell like an avalanche.

[Swordsmanship: B＋]

'Not enough!'

'Still not enough!'

'Faster, sharper, stronger!'

"Precisely because of this, I must defeat you!"

His wounds increased, yet Shirou's sword only swung faster.

"I'm not standing here to deny you, nor to prove myself absolutely right!"

"I'm standing here to defeat that man who, from beginning to end, insisted on being an ally of justice, who carried his ideals to the very last!"

"That's right, I stand here, as the ally of justice!"

"What I must do, is surpass you!"

Shirou shouted, stepping forward.

[Swordsmanship: A]

Achieved at this moment.

"Boring! Boring! Boring!"

Red A barked, "I can't stand it anymore!"

"Just drown here with your ignorance, your delusions, Emiya Shirou!"

"Then come!"

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Countless fierce clashes, blades swung without stopping, as long as he could still move, he had no thought of giving up.

"You bastard!", Red A blocked Shirou's assault, the next second his chest was cut, then his arm, his shoulder, his stomach…

'Why?'

'Why am I doing this!'

He clearly only needed to step back to avoid injury.

At his speed, it was no problem at all.

But…

Looking at the boy before him who refused to yield an inch.

Red A seemed to understand, if he retreated, then he truly lost.

So, "This ends here, Emiya Shirou!"

A strike meant to kill.

Squelch!

The sword pierced through a chest.

But the one pierced wasn't Shirou, it was him.

The boy's voice was calm, "It's over."

Yes, it was over.

Before the sunset was gone, Red A's blade, in the end, never fell upon Shirou.

He said, "How cruel… you've made me remember that self I once was."

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