This is something that Yuji Itadori really doesn't understand. "That's because you didn't look carefully, Yuujin." The hot teacher Gojo Satoru raised his finger and reviewed the plot: "Don't forget, Gawain was almost killed by the Lion King because of his incompetence... And Mordred said that her blessing is the kind with self-destructive tendencies, which means..." 【In the eyes of the Lion King】 [The lives of the knights are worthless] Two lines of words flashed—— "This is not me at all!" Altria grasped the soil of the lawn beside her and spoke clearly word by word. The Knight King was humiliated and angry. The humiliation is that you can only watch yourself doing evil in the video. She was angry because she could only stare at the screen while she was doing all these evil things.
And watch the video again. With the protection of the Knights of Justice. Tristan pulled away and ran away. The people at the scene didn't even have the possibility to stop it. The people of Chaldea are already overwhelmed with their own affairs. A few more minutes. The Holy Judgment is about to fall. The Servants were ready to fight hard. I would rather sacrifice my own life to protect the last spark that can save humanity. Fujimaru Ritsuka must be protected! The situation becomes increasingly serious. The cruelest thing is. There was no room for them to choose their next course of action. Roman's reports on his magic power testing also came one after another. It was so shocking that it even made him gasp. "Right above, the observed magic power value exceeds 3000000! Uh... because the firepower of the highest-level Noble Phantasm is 1000 to 3000." This is a power that is tens of thousands times greater than that of an ordinary servant. The torrent of destruction accumulated in the sky will turn into an anchor gun to clear away all the dirt under your feet. ...
at this time. In the timeline of the Five Wars. Shirou Emiya, who received the tenth place reward, was also sweating. He screamed at the top of his lungs, and his thighs were scratched and bleeding due to this cruel situation. "In this situation, we need to run! But...wait, what about the villagers!?" "No... It's not good at all... If we turn around and look for the villagers now, the possibility of gathering everyone and escaping within five minutes is really slim." Sweat was dripping down the red-haired boy's forehead. The resurrected Emiya Kiritsugu looked at his adopted son who was worried and angry beside him, as if he saw his past self. So..how to choose? Emiya Kiritsugu also stared at the screen silently. This is undoubtedly a train problem. The Holy Lance is the train. The villagers can correspond to the fork in the road, the side with more people. Fujimaru Ritsuka and his group can deal with the side with fewer people. The only difference is that the initiative lies with Fujimaru Ritsuka, and he is the one who makes the choice. Should they allow the oncoming train to crush the majority of the villagers, or should they grit their teeth and take the risk to save the majority even though they know they will die? This was a difficult problem that even Emiya Kiritsugu could not have imagined before he woke up. Qianxun 8 Because...what we are choosing to gamble on this time is the fate of saving humanity and the future of the entire world. and so-- If Emiya Kiritsugu would undoubtedly choose to [save both sides]. This time, Emiya Kiritsugu will choose to [save Fujimaru Ritsuka] without hesitation. As long as the Master is alive, the key to saving the world is in his hands. In other words, Fujimaru Ritsuka's weight has exceeded that of the villagers, and he has an absolute advantage in the survival option and has the mission to survive. "what can we do about it?" Following Emiya Kiritsugu's private words. In all the heavens and worlds. It was unclear how many eyes were watching this scene.
Waiting for a miracle to happen. You still want to protect refugees in this critical moment? "No... no matter what, it won't work." "Whether it's escaping or rescuing them." A staggering figure was approaching. His voice was so familiar. Even with a painful breath, it was filled with a reassuring sense of heaviness. “Who is it——! Stop pretending to know everything! Show your true identity——” The furious Curse Wrist instinctively turned around and yelled, but when he saw the person coming, his pupils hidden behind the bone mask shrank and he called out the shadow's name in astonishment: "Arash... His Highness——!?" Follow his gaze. Sheltered by the night. The hero, covered in blood, reappeared. Novel qun㈨5○09 He had a horrible scar on his chest. With blood all over his muscular body, no matter how tough Arash was, he could only close his eyes and pretend to be nonchalant as he spoke about his disqualification. In the life story of a hero named Arash. I have never experienced such a tragic and humiliating situation. As a great hero, as a servant summoned by this singularity. He had promised solemnly to protect the village for two days. But now, not only did he fail to help those villagers, he also ended up in a miserable situation. He smiled and joked, seeming to take it for granted that he was being insulted at this moment. "What are you talking about! I want to scold you for dragging your body back in this state!" Master Xuanzang noticed that something was wrong with Arash's body, and hurriedly wanted him to sit down and rest, and use Buddhist teachings to heal his wounds. But this was declined. He...is not a coward who would rush back for such a trivial matter. The light anchor in the sky is dazzling and colorful. Ordinary people should have despaired after seeing this scene. But-- "Although I was seen to be incompetent—"
"However, I still caught up with this opportunity to redeem my reputation." Arash, who was the only one left, looked at the light anchor that was enough to destroy the village. He was generous and fearless, and the hearty smile that a great hero should have appeared on his face again. However, in this desperate situation. It only makes people feel sad and guilty. "Arash-san..." Ritsuka Fujimaru looked at the hero's bloody body and could no longer hide his expression of unbearable pain. It's obviously about saving the world. Even though I get through every difficult time. But this desperate situation will also involve his partners... As a savior, I am too weak. A close-up of Ritsuka Fujimaru's pupils. Contracting, expanding... until the reflection of the great hero is contained within. "..." In Chaldea. Ritsuka, who had been able to maintain a joking mood before, looked at this scene. When I think of the scenes in the story where someone sacrificed himself, my heart, which has gone through hardships and matured quickly, feels a buzzing pain. He lowered his eyelids, thinking... That's right. Every time someone dies, it is because of weakness. Ritsuka Fujimaru is the savior. But this road to salvation carries the blood and sacrifice of countless helpers, and is a road that inherits their legacy and continues to be opened up. So when I witnessed the great hero’s sacrifice again. In addition to the expected heaviness in Fujimaru Ritsuka's heart, he was also thinking... If you have the power... △ [If I had the power... would it be different? ] As if questioning oneself.
It was as if the subtitles were embedded in Fujimaru Ritsuka's apologetic expression. As the baptism of holy light shines upon this East Village—— When the cone of light fell and was about to destroy the last hope of this world - Between light and shadow, that sturdy and strong figure still sings loudly. "Lift your head! Don't make such an expression, Master of Chaldea! Compared to everyone else, you are particularly unsuitable for such an expression." The black-haired, blue-helmeted hero is within reach. A golden halo formed the background.