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That's fine then.

"That's fine..."

"That's it, is that all?" The novel website doesn't skip words.

Despite the unparalleled destructive power, Jizi's mind entered an unprecedented state of clarity. The pain that had been tormenting her temporarily disappeared, and she felt her thinking speed was amplified, making the whole world seem to slow down.

Is it really okay for it to be destroyed like this?

The being named Jizi simply vanished, completely erased from the multiverse. Is this really acceptable?

Since my mother passed away, I'm no longer needed by anyone. What's the point of living?

It's pointless, so let it go. Lingering on in this state only means enduring more suffering; it's better to end it all.

If there are countless reasons for her to die, then just let her die... is that all?

Jizi couldn't quite convince him; she racked her brains to come up with better arguments than anything else. But faced with the incredibly slowed-down power of the holy sword in the novel "www. qued. com," what exactly was the lingering emotion in her heart?

--I'm not reconciled.

I haven't even lived to be twenty, and there are still so many things in this world I haven't experienced. I'm so unwilling to accept this.

But the number of people who die young in the world is countless. If living on just a little bit of resentment could keep one alive, wouldn't that be a complete fantasy?

What use is the tiny, insignificant resentment of a tiny being against the immense oppression of the world's malice and destructive power?

How can a life that lives solely for a promise find meaning in continuing to live after fulfilling that promise?

--I'm not reconciled.

If you've lived your entire life according to the will of others, then surely it's not impossible to live for yourself this time? (Novel website has many words)

Even though her rational mind admitted that death would be better, a tiny bit of resentment led Jizi to make a reaction before the final moment arrived—

Even though her hair had turned jet black from the pollution of the All the World's Evil, a single strand of silver still retained its original color. Under the light of the holy sword, that silver glimmer seemed so inconspicuous, yet it still shone for a fleeting moment.

After a nightmarish day, Rin Tohsaka longed for a good rest.

She struggled to explain to others why her father appeared in Zenjou covered in wounds, and then took over most of the affairs for her panicked mother, including contacting doctors who were on good terms with the Tohsaka Family, instructing the small families that had attached Tohsaka Family to continue operating their businesses as usual, and writing letters to several people in the Association with Tokiomi Tohsaka seeking protection. Even though she was a genius far beyond her peers, these were still too heavy a burden for a little girl.

However, when she finally lay down on the bed, all the drowsiness that had surrounded her vanished.

Father still hasn't regained consciousness; the Zenjou Family, though a prominent clan, has no real power in the Hidden World; Father has extensive connections, but those are built upon his immense Magecraft abilities, and it's uncertain how many of them can actually help now; was Kirei Kotomine's betrayal orchestrated by the Church or his own arbitrary decision? If it was his own doing, should they report it to the Church or cover it up? Even though the Tohsaka Family and the Church have always had a good relationship, how credible is a little girl's word on such a crucial matter? Is there any possibility of Father recovering? If not, what will become of the Tohsaka Family? Will they trade some of Father's research findings with the Clock Tower and become dependent on it? Or will they completely abandon everything they have, hide away, accumulate strength, and wait for a comeback?

Besides, the war in Fuyuki City isn't over yet. Will that unreliable woman survive to the end? Could she have already died somewhere in battle?

Too many random thoughts were floating around in my mind, and I couldn't force myself to fall asleep.

"That annoying guy, making others worry."

Rin Tohsaka complained to the air, then found the childish behavior laughable. It clearly wouldn't reach that person's ears; she shouldn't do such childish things again.

After all, he can't be a child anymore.

It's often said that growth is always accompanied by pain, and the deeper the pain, the more one grows. In those short twenty-odd hours, Rin Tohsaka may have experienced the growth of a decade or more.

She turned over, finally feeling a long-lost drowsiness. To prevent it from slipping away again, Rin Tohsaka tried hard to shut down her mind, longing for the call of dreams.

But it seems she won't be able to sleep tonight.

The window, which had only recently been repaired, was violently opened, thankfully without shattering the glass this time. Reacting quickly, she pulled her Gems amulet from under her pillow, and with the aid of magical light, Rin Tohsaka saw a familiar figure.

"Assassin!"

Stumbling and falling, Rin rushed out of bed and hurriedly approached Assassin. Only when she got closer did she realize that this person seemed somewhat different from the Assassin she remembered.

First, his signature silver hair was gone, replaced by black hair that dwarfed even the night. His blood-red pupils had also become as deep as black holes.

What surprised Rin Tohsaka the most was that her face, which always wore a mischievous expression, now showed a vulnerability she had never seen before.

"You..."

Before Rin Tohsaka could speak, the woman, who appeared to be an Assassin, knelt down and picked her up. Rin, who thought the woman was going to forcibly replenish her mana again, was actually a little excited. However, the Assassin did not act as she expected.

Something wet and warm pressed against Rin's left eye—it was Assassin's lips.

The kiss lasted less than a second, like a dragonfly skimming the water. Rin looked at Assassin, somewhat bewildered. He seemed to want to say something but lacked the strength to speak.

"You... you must get better... and live..."

After leaving behind a few words that were indistinguishable even in such a quiet setting, Assassin's body collapsed like a destroyed sand sculpture, turning into a cloud of magical particles and disappearing.

It all happened so fast that Rin didn't even have time to react before it was over. She stared blankly at the spot where Assassin had disappeared—at that moment, something different seemed to appear in the left half of her vision.

Amputation, although it damages the integrity of the body, is a means of treatment.

When a patient suffers severe, irreversible trauma, in order to ensure the continuation of life and the health of surrounding organs, it is necessary to remove the necrotic part, which is a last resort.

Physical injuries can be treated with amputation, but what if the soul is traumatized?

Jizi's soul has been thoroughly corrupted by the All the World's Evil, suffering extremely serious damage that is virtually incurable.

If it cannot be cured, must we also amputate the soul?

This would be impossible for ordinary people, but Jizi is an exception because her soul is not connected to her body as a whole, but exists relatively independently outside.

Given this, the possibility of implementation arises.

With her last strength Jizi created a new body, tearing apart the soul and transferring the less contaminated part into the new body.

This new body is not like the puppet formed by magic in the past, but a living, breathing human-like body that can grow and perform other life activities.

The part of the soul that is less polluted is the deepest part of the sea of consciousness, which is the Origin of consciousness. Because it is deep, it is difficult to touch or erode.

But also because of its depth, it is ancient.

The majority of Jizi's separated soul contained her memories and emotions accumulated over the years, while the smaller portion, like that of a newborn, contained none.

There may be room for growth in the future, but right now it's a complete blank slate.

Because of this, the body that Jizi created, like her soul, is that of a little girl who looks only five or six years old. Her face shows a trace of her former self, while her hair and eyes are black, just as they were after being tainted by the All the World's Evil.

This is what Jizi did in the instant before the Holy Sword destroyed the Holy Grail. As for her original body, Jizi was given two missions. One was to take the Mask with a broken corner to the Basement of the Tohsaka Residence and slowly nurture the severed part of her soul with the power of the Leyline. The other was to rush to Zenjou to bring a gift to Rin Tohsaka. After completing this mission, she naturally collapsed.

After the Holy Sword destroyed the Holy Grail, the immense magical power corrupted by the All the World's Evil was freed from its restraints and surged forth unchecked, engulfing everything.

Flames engulfed everything around me.

Amidst the raging flames, screams and cries could be heard as lives slowly ebbed away beside me.

Who am I?

--A question suddenly popped into my mind: why would I think about such things when I'm surrounded by destruction and death?

No, no.

I never thought I would be here, this happened here, I don't even know who I am.

No.

My whole body ached, I had trouble breathing, and my hands and legs were covered in blood that didn't belong to anyone. I collapsed amidst the ruins.

Rain began to fall from the sky, and feeling the raindrops dripping on my face, I inexplicably reached out my hand.

Was I trying to grab it? No, it was probably just an instinctive reaction.

However, my hand was grasped by another hand.

It was a middle-aged man, his eyes filled with tears, and a sickly smile on his lips. Although I didn't understand why, I sensed that he was genuinely happy for God.

For what reason?

"Great, there's one more..."

The man kept repeating this phrase. I turned my head and noticed that his other hand, which wasn't holding a baby boy, was resting against his chest, embracing a little boy with short red hair.

I'm neither tall nor big, so why did I think that boy was so small?

Before I could think it through, the man picked me up and led me and another person away from the ruins.

Several years have passed since she awoke in that hellish realm and was rescued by that man.

Having no recollection of my identity, I subconsciously uttered the syllable "Jizi" when asked about it.

Is that my name?

Anyway, I was registered under this name. After spending some time in the hospital, the man who had saved me came to my bedside.

"Shirou and Jizi," he said, looking at me and the red-haired boy on the next bed, "I'll just ask you directly, do you want to go to the orphanage, or live with your uncle whom you're meeting for the first time?"

An orphanage? I have no recollection of it. This person was also a complete stranger, with messy hair and lifeless eyes—he seemed utterly unreliable.

After thinking for a moment, the red-haired boy quickly agreed, and then two pairs of eyes looked at me.

This is such a headache! They could just make the choices for me and tell me the results. How am I supposed to answer questions from someone who doesn't know anything about any of them?

There seemed to be some expectation in the man's eyes. At first, I didn't understand what that expectation was for, but the feeling of someone needing me—even if it was just a little bit—was truly wonderful. So, in the end, I nodded slightly.

"Really? That's great! Let's get started!"

The man hurriedly started packing, simply stuffing things haphazardly into his bag without any organization or categorization. It made me wonder if I was sure I could live with him in the future.

However, a short-haired woman who didn't look very old entered the ward later. She had a very delicate face, but she was dressed in men's clothing, yet it didn't seem out of place. She seemed much more experienced, as she packed her luggage neatly and efficiently.

And so we started living together.

I lived in an old house. The first time I saw it, the walls looked like they had been trampled by a bison, and the interior was filled with rubble. For a moment, I wondered if I had made the wrong choice. However, after it was renovated, it became a decent place to live.

At first, there was some distance between her and the other three, but now she feels more like "family".

Kiritsugu Emiya, Shirou Emiya, Kiko Emiya Maiya Hisau —these are a few people who don't have much connection, yet they rely on each other to form a family.

Kiritsugu and Maiya —why do I call Kiritsugu "Grandpa" and Maiya "Grandpa"? Hmm~ Shirou calls her that too—it seems there's a connection, but I don't know anything about them, so I'm not interested in finding out their story. In short, it's enough that we're all living together now.

During this process, I naturally met many different kinds of people, such as the members of the Fujimura Group —especially Grandpa Leihua and Fuji-nee. Speaking of which, Fuji-nee is really a very energetic person—as well as my classmates at school and the neighbors living around here.

Grandpa often travels abroad, so the task of taking care of me and Shirou falls to Maiya. Although she always looks cold, you'll find out she's actually a very gentle person once you get to know her.

That's what they say, but neither Grandpa nor Maiya had any talent for cooking. Later, unable to stand the devilish food, Shirou and I took over the cooking for the family. It seemed like my body was instinctively suited for cooking; even though it was my first time trying, the dishes I made were surprisingly delicious. Shirou's talent in this area was also extraordinary; after only a few lessons, he had completely mastered the basic techniques and could even create his own original dishes.

Maiya seemed to be frustrated for a while because she couldn't cook anything good, which was surprisingly childlike.

Because I didn't remember my age and looked relatively young, I was accepted when registering. However, I didn't want to call Shirou "older brother" at all, but he didn't care about such details anyway.

Besides these trivial matters, the Emiya family actually hides a secret, which the old man told Shirou and me mysteriously on the very first day he adopted us:

"Oh, right, let me make this clear first, I'm a True Magic, you know."

Back then, we didn't understand True Magic and Magecraft at all, and we were all quite in awe of them. Shirou even said, "Oh, is that so? Uncle is really amazing," which was incredibly silly of us.

Shirou idolizes the old man as a great figure and tries to Imitation his style in every move. However, I am more perceptive of the complex emotions that flash across the old man's eyes every time Shirou looks up at him with that kind of gaze.

Well, since everything's already been said before and remains unclear, why bother with other people's opinions?

Later, after Shirou's persistent pleading, the old man finally agreed to teach us some Magecraft. Shirou seemed to be better at enhancing magic, while I had no particular strengths but also no weaknesses; to put it bluntly, I could learn a little bit of everything but wasn't proficient in anything.

Whatever. The old man said that because he doesn't know the Origin, he can't let me learn Magecraft that suits me, and actually I'm not interested in that anyway. Compared to that, learning swordsmanship with Fuji-nee every day is much more appealing to me.

My morning practice is over. I put away my bamboo sword, tidied up the dojo, and took a quick shower. When I came out, Shirou had already prepared breakfast. We take turns doing the housework every day, and today was his shift. Fuji-nee and Maiya were already sitting at the table, but the old man didn't seem to be up yet.

"Ah, Jizi, go and call the old man."

As Shirou was placing fried eggs on everyone's plates, he said to me, "Speaking of which, I don't call him 'brother,' and he never calls me that either, but even so, it doesn't feel awkward."

As I dried my hair with a towel, I walked towards the bedroom. Sure enough, the old man was still sleeping. I remembered that he used to be a person with a regular schedule, but in recent years he had become increasingly lazy.

Occasionally, I would see him coughing up blood at night. Maiya would often advise him to give up on something he was insisting on, but he always refused. Because I couldn't let them suffer, I stayed far away and could only vaguely hear the name "Illya".

Is his deteriorating health related to his name? I want to advise him, like Maiya- nee, but what stance should I take?

All we can do is cherish each and every day.

"Grandpa, get up!"

"Oh, oh! Yi-- Jizi, she'll be right there."

"Hurry up, everyone's waiting for you."

The sun rises as usual each day, and life unfolds gradually. What will the future hold for Kiko Emiya? How will the Jizi of the past view the Jizi of the present?

Perhaps I will answer everything at the appropriate time.

Tr-n.

54. It is said that this is how it ended.

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