Little Alaya

It is not Noble Phantasm of Servant, yet it surpasses most Noble Phantasm. In this land, it is regarded as the greatest divine weapon in the world.

"This sword! I've seen it before! I can make a sword like this too!" Shirou shouted, advancing instead of retreating, drawing the sword forward with a blazing katana in his hand—a divine weapon wielded by Shirou from another world.

Its shape differs from the ancient Chinese sword-shaped Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi, yet they share similarities. If the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi in Toyotomi Hideyoshi's hands was the strongest in reality, then the one created by Shirou is the strongest in mythology.

"The name of this sword is— the Tsumikiri Greatsword!!! It will shatter the delusions in your heart and break the destiny of the world! For the sake of humanity here, it will carve out a new future!"

The strongest reality clashed with the strongest fantasy, producing a resounding clang of metal against metal, but the collision sparked a fury and the flames of idealism.

The Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi, a symbol of power, was slashed away. The person who wielded this sword should have borne the weight of his position, but Toyotomi Hideyoshi's heart was lost in hatred, and he used the sword meant to protect the people as a sword to destroy the world.

However, the Tsumikiri Greatsword in Shirou's mind is a sword of hope that can open up a new future for people.

Both were clearly superior and no match for Shirou.

Shirou watched as the Ame—no -Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi flew into the sky. He leaped up, catching the divine sword with his left hand and gripping the Tsumikiri greatsword with his right. Two flashes of light fell upon the black demon horse, which was about to bite with its mouth full of sharp teeth. The huge horse's head, with its blood-red eyes gleaming with ferocity, was severed and fell to the ground.

"Aaaaah!" The giant horse lost its balance, swaying from side to side, and finally tipped over.

Watching Toyotomi Hideyoshi, who had been thrown from his horse and was now slowly getting up, the demon god had no other weapons left but his last treasured spear Nihon-go.

If the Demon Pillar within him is sealed, then he will be a perfect opponent for the girl!

"Hachi-chan! Can you still fight?" Shirou tossed the sword in his hand to the ground, turned around, and asked his disciple with a light smile.

"Of course! Master! Don't underestimate me. All these years of hard training have taught me that I can't lose to anyone in terms of physical strength!" the girl replied spiritedly.

"Alright! I'll cover you this time, I'll break through his defenses, and the final battle is up to you!" Shirou said, clenching his fists together.

"Yes! I'm going!" The girl gripped her spear tightly, twirled it, and answered loudly.

"Die! Kid! Little girl! Don't think you can stop my revenge like this!" The demon god Toyotomi's body swelled up again with resentment, turning into a giant more than 2.4 or 2.5 meters tall. The face of the Demon Pillar appeared on his chest, and tentacles were spit out, splitting into two and turning into two fists.

"You troublesome demon! Come out here!!!" As soon as Shirou finished speaking, he stomped the ground, his eyes locked onto the Demon Pillar attached to Toyotomi Hideyoshi's body, his fist glowing white, and punched the demon Toyotomi in the abdomen, knocking the attached Demon Pillar away.

The humanoid, gold and red Demon Pillar let out a painful scream. Dozens of red eyes appeared on its body, wide open, then drooped limply, half-open and half-closed, their eyes lifeless.

"Damn white god! You trapped us in the Temple of Time, subjecting us to endless cycles of humiliation. Even after escaping at the cost of our lives, you still relentlessly pursue us? I hate you! I wish all worlds could be destroyed! I'd rather be a puppet controlled by the Toyotomi clan than not see you humans scream in agony! But I failed! I hate you so much..."

"I am not that god! But since you dare to come out and harm humans, I will find you no matter where you are!" Shirou said calmly.

"I hate... revenge..." Demon Pillar Nana muttered to himself, his voice growing softer and softer until he finally stopped breathing.

Shirou watched as the Demon Pillar transformed into a glowing light, then turned to the girl and shouted, "Hachi-chan! I'm leaving the rest to you! I'll go deal with the Demonic Beast in the street!"

"I understand, Master!" Hachi-chan replied, raising her Tonbokiri. The blade gleamed coldly, its sharpness seemingly capable of cutting through anything.

"Wait! How could this happen?!"

"We're about to win, Mr. Shirou!"

"Wait! Mr. Shirou!"

The city lord and his ministers inside the house shouted in unison.

Shirou ignored them and headed straight for Toyotomi Hideyoshi's path, smashing through the high wall and bursting in. As he entered, he smashed open a hole in the wall, where there was a treasured sword. It was the same sword that had been knocked away and stuck in the ground earlier, called Dojigiri Yasutsuna. Shirou pulled it out.

"Then I'll leave this to you. I trust you, Hachi-chan!" Shirou didn't turn around, he just waved his hand.

"Oh! Leave it to me!" the girl replied with a smile. At that moment, a gust of wind blew her black ponytail high into the air, making it flutter in the wind. Holding the Tonbokiri that her master had forged for her, she did not feel lonely at all.

The girl raised her spear and thrust it at Toyotomi Hideyoshi, who was still surrounded by a black giant shrouded in resentment.

It was still the most ordinary assault, a basic movement that all soldiers practiced, but in the girl's hands, it shone with a martial arts brilliance. This shot was the steadyest and heaviest assault, as if it wanted to pierce the darkness and open up new light.

"Damn it! I haven't killed all those noble-blooded scum yet, my revenge is not yet complete! You think you can get away with this?!" Toyotomi Hideyoshi's eyes streamed with bloody tears as he let out a shrill roar. At this moment, his entire body was covered in black resentment, transforming into a colossal figure nearly three meters tall, no longer resembling human form. The spear in his hand also grew enormous, the black dragon on its shaft seemingly coming to life, lunging straight at the girl.

"Enough with the nonsense! I don't care about any of that! I don't understand morality or bloodlines! I can't forgive you! It's just that you destroyed the city where I grew up! Get out of this city! Demon King! Haaaaaah!!!" The girl roared and charged forward.

The spear tips clashed once more, the black Nihon-go and the silver Tonbokiri spear simultaneously striking each other, neither gaining the upper hand. A deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth were about to split apart, erupted at the point of impact. The headband on the girl's head snapped, and her long black hair billowed out, flying high behind her.

Amidst the roar, the girl recalled her past experiences. She had practiced diligently every day, but her family's swordsmanship had made no progress, and she could only bury herself in physical training. She endured the pain and swallowed the bitterness, yet she received no recognition from anyone. Because she was taller than the boys and stronger, she was ridiculed by them.

Only my master has affirmed me, so... so! I absolutely cannot lose! I absolutely cannot let the people who are important to me down!

The image of the man gently stroking her head flashed through the girl's mind, warming her heart and giving her a renewed strength.

The girl shoved the gun barrel forward again, shouting, "Hahhhhh!"

The two of them seemed to freeze in time, completely still.

The girl's face was covered in soot and dust, making her look dirty, but her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness. Her body remained in the motion of thrusting the Tonbokiri. She had exhausted her body's potential, unleashing unprecedented power. Now, her body was completely drained, and she could no longer stand. She lost her balance and fell to the ground, panting heavily.

The other body, now devoid of its black resentment, had transformed from the demon god Toyotomi Hideyoshi into a gaunt old man less than 1.6 meters tall. A hole had been torn in his chest, and through his back, he was no longer breathing.

The outcome is decided.

Outside the lord's mansion, Shirou held Dojigiri Yasutsuna in his hand as they stood atop a tall wooden building. Demons and monsters were wreaking havoc and killing throughout the city's streets and houses, leaving the streets stained with blood and filled with the incessant wailing of people.

Some people's homes were destroyed, some were killed, and some were separated from their loved ones...

Shirou closed his eyes, recalling the Valkyrie's signature move he had seen before: the white-hilted sword, Dojigiri Yasutsuna, its blade flashing with blue and white lightning.

The next moment, Shirou opened his eyes, which flashed with lightning. Instantly, he split into dozens of figures shimmering with white light. Each figure was composed of white light and looked exactly like the young Shirou. They all placed their hands on the white hilts of their swords and drew their swords at the same time, swinging them out.

The blades flashed, each strike transforming into a curtain of lightning that shot straight towards the street, illuminating the entire street and turning the whole city into a blanket of white in an instant.

The light blinded people, and for a moment they could see nothing.

All the demons and monsters on the street were devoured by the lightning and turned into ashes. The white clones also transformed into streaks of white light and disappeared. The white light drifted in the wind and landed on the injured people. The bite wounds and open cuts healed little by little under the light, and they were restored to their original state.

Kneeling on the ground, watching his parents fall to the ground while protecting him, the child wailed. Then he stopped crying and found himself being embraced by the two of them. Feeling their warm body temperature, he felt incredibly safe.

Shirou looked around and smiled. He sheathed Dojigiri Yasutsuna and hung it on a corner of the rooftop. Then, with a light leap, he landed on the ground and muttered to himself, "Now that things are resolved, I should leave."

He then lightly flicked his white cloak, looked at the people on the roadside who were crying tears of joy, smiled, and quietly walked towards the city gate.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city lord's mansion, the people inside remained dumbfounded.

"We won... we won, right?" They stared at Toyotomi Hideyoshi's corpse lying on the ground, still looking incredulous.

It took me a while to come to my senses.

"Huh?... Yes! We won! We won!"

"We've defeated that demon god Toyotomi Hideyoshi!"

At this moment, the Matsudaira family head pushed through the crowd, stepped out from the corner, and waved his hand triumphantly, saying, "Good! Everyone present will be rewarded with 100 kan and 5 rolls of cloth! All those who contributed will be promoted one rank! Those who have made great contributions will receive further rewards!"

"Now, bring me a sword and cut off Toyotomi's head! This is our Matsudaira family's spoils of war! The world! This must be proclaimed to the world: I, Matsudaira, have defeated the demon!"

"Whoa whoa whoa!!!" In an instant, all the survivors of the city lord's mansion were engrossed in revelry, completely forgetting their previous fear and the mess around them.

Chapter 351 Alaya Little Loli

The people of the lord's mansion screamed and danced wildly for more than ten minutes before finally stopping. After all, they were the ones who defeated the demon god Toyotomi Hideyoshi, the demon king who wanted to annihilate the entire upper class and spare not even the Emperor; they were the ones who saved all the nobles and samurai. No! To put it more grandly, they saved the entire country, the whole world!

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to establish a special festival to commemorate their heroic deeds. How could they not be happy with such a great achievement?

Ieyasu was already plotting with his retainers how to use this incident to establish his prestige among the people of the whole country and begin to plan his great undertaking.

"War is about to begin again," Ieyasu said quietly, but then he smiled. Now that Toyotomi had been executed and Nobunaga was dead, who else could be his opponent?

"Hehe, the Toyotomi clan has seized so much territory, now they have to give it back." The old man, who usually considered himself resourceful, chuckled maliciously.

"Hmph! What's there to divide! What's there to give way to! In the end, they're all descendants of lowly peasants. Catch them and behead them all!" The general beside him said viciously, his eyes gleaming with malice.

"But no matter what, he was appointed Kanpaku by the imperial court, Matsudaira family was nominally his vassals," the elder said hesitantly.

"From the moment he wanted to kill us, he wasn't anymore!" the general said harshly.

Ieyasu stopped the two, saying, "Ahem! The Demon God Toyotomi's ascension to the throne was illegitimate. He seized the territory through violence, causing immense suffering to the people. The Imperial Court was merely blinded by oversight for a time. We know the truth, and naturally, we must uphold justice for the people."

The elder nodded and said, "We must finish this matter before the other daimyo react. We already have the upper hand, so we should act swiftly! Ideally, our army should enter Osaka Castle by the time the whole world receives the news. We must immediately prepare our military."

The general smiled and agreed, "That would be excellent! However, if we're going to fight a war, we'll also need top-notch military equipment."

Only then did everyone remember the true heroes of this battle.

"By the way, where is Mr. Shirou?"

"That's right! Someone! Quickly go and invite Mr. Shirou. He is our great benefactor, and we must reward him handsomely."

"That's right! Mr. Shirou is not only a master blacksmith, but also a highly skilled martial artist! I want to recruit him to be the general of our Matsudaira army, or even a lieutenant general! As long as we have divine weapons forged by him and fierce generals like General Honda, the world will belong to our Matsudaira family!" the Matsudaira family head said excitedly.

"The head of household is wise!" the surrounding people exclaimed in admiration.

"I don't know where my daughter has gone," General Honda said, looking at the hole in the wall and then looking around in confusion.

"Huh? What happened? He was just lying there a moment ago. Where is General Honda?" the people around asked curiously.

By this time, Shirou had already left the castle. He walked along the road outside the city gate to the fork in the road and chose a side path. He had done everything he could.

After he leaves this world, the course of this battle will be corrected by the world. Toyotomi Hideyoshi will be transformed into an ordinary warlord who commits brutal acts, the Warring States period will come to an end, and history will be gradually restored and returned to the right track.

"Hey, Master~! Wait for me." A tall girl with a long black ponytail ran up to him.

"Hachi-chan, let's go back. I'm leaving." Shirou turned around, stopped, and looked at the girl with a light smile.

The girl raised her head, looked stubbornly at Shirou, and said, "Then! I'll go with Master!"

"That won't work. You still have parents at home, right? Besides, I'm a visitor from another world, and you can't go to the places I want to go." Shirou shook his head with a smile.

"Master Shirou, will we ever meet again?" Hachi-chan looked at Shirou, pursed his lips, and held back his tears, speaking with great reluctance.

"Honestly, where did that majestic female Warlord go? Hachi-chan, even though we'll be apart for a long time, we'll meet again. So until then, become someone you can be proud of. Don't let your efforts go to waste." Shirou patted the girl's head and said with a light laugh.

He wasn't worried about this disciple's future at all, after all, she was Honda Tadakatsu's counterpart from another world, and the fact that she could appear as Servant in later generations clearly meant she had accomplished something. However, if the time with the Forest Witch was their only chance to meet again...

Even if he met Hachi-chan back then, he wouldn't recognize the child.

"Hachi-chan! If it's been too long since we last met and I don't recognize you, don't be sad. I promise I'll remember eventually, and then I'll come looking for you," Shirou said with a light laugh.

"Yes! Next time we meet, I will definitely be stronger, strong enough to scare Master Shirou!" Hachi-chan raised his clenched fist and swore.

"Ah... I was really scared when the Dense Forest Witch dragged me into the forest that time..." Shirou thought to himself.

After saying goodbye to Hachi-chan, Shirou waved and turned to walk away. Now that the matter in this world had been resolved satisfactorily, he could finally set off to find his sister and the others, and then go home together.

Just then, a silver bell rang out, its clear and bright sound carrying through the air to Shirou's ears.

Shirou looked in the direction of the sound and saw a little girl who looked about seven or eight years old, wearing a red kimono and with a watermelon-shaped haircut, under a large locust tree on the village road ahead. Even though it wasn't raining, she was holding a small oil-paper umbrella and turning it around in circles by the handle.

"Hmm? That's..." Shirou frowned and walked over there.

There were no adults around under the big locust tree, only a little girl of about seven or eight years old with a watermelon-shaped haircut, playing alone there. Upon closer inspection, she was wearing a red kimono with delicate cloud patterns embroidered on it, indicating that she was the daughter of a wealthy family in the neighborhood.

Shirou looked around, but saw no manor or even a village.

"This feeling, though somewhat obscured by the human body, is unmistakable. Why are you here?" Shirou scrutinized the girl in the red kimono and asked with surprise. Although he didn't know her purpose, he knew that seeing her wouldn't end well.

"Long time no see, Onii-chan ~!" The paper umbrella was moved aside, revealing a cute smiling face.

Shirou stared, momentarily stunned, because this little girl resembled Ilya in three parts, Miyu in three parts, and Komachi in three parts.

"Do you like how I look now?" the little girl blinked her small eyes and asked with a smile, clearly indicating that she had made the change on purpose.

Shirou glared at the little girl and said, "Tell me, what happened? Alaya!"

"Does that mean I can't come and play with you Shirou, unless there's something wrong?" Alaya asked Shirou with a grin.

"At least the original you couldn't have done it, and I don't know the child you're using," Shirou said decisively. At this moment, Alaya seemed to be possessing the little girl here, perhaps due to the influence of the physical body and Spirit Origin, or perhaps it was simulating human emotions. For Alaya, as the subconscious of humanity as a whole, this was not difficult.

However, as Counter Force, it is absolutely rational and devoid of any emotion when faced with potential disasters that could endanger humanity. The distance between Alaya and humanity is full of contradictions: incredibly close, yet incredibly far.

Alaya sensed Shirou's impatience, so she changed her expression, transforming from an innocent little girl into a more adult, business-like demeanor. She said, "Shirou, but as you said, I have to entrust you with a task."

"What kind of job?" Shirou asked.

Alaya puffed up her cheeks in anger, waving her little hands and saying, "Isn't this the result of your recklessness after you became a god? According to the history I know, this request should have been entrusted to you from another world, who is skilled in forging. You could have lent your body so that Muramasa could possess it and go to Shimousa to help the Chaldea Master solve the problems caused by the World Drifters."

But now, because of that pesky white god, my abilities have been greatly suppressed. Except for you, all of Shirou Emiya's have been absorbed by him and merged into one. I'm really short-handed now."

"Not counting the red and black Servant, you're not even going to spare the living bodies. Just how many of me are you ordering around?" Shirou couldn't help but complain.

"Because~! A righteous messenger who genuinely cares for all humanity and wants to save the world is my perfect partner, my favorite!" Alaya smiled and made the suggestion.

Since you've decided to deal with the white god, how about signing a contract with me now? As long as there's even the slightest chance you won't disappear, I'll do everything in my power to preserve your soul."

"Let's skip that. That kind of work is hardly enjoyable. But speaking of which, you didn't develop the FGO system with Da Vinci's help in the first place, did you?" Shirou asked Alaya.

Alaya neither confirmed nor denied it, and said with a mysterious smile, "That person is indeed a genius, but it's hard to say who inspired him. After all, this method has existed for a long time, and I'm not the only one using it. Like those gods, or like Zhuge Liang, who used a human body as a vessel to descend to the mortal world and possessed the body of Lord El-Melloi II."

Sometimes, in special circumstances, in special worlds, I will use this method. Of course, when I use this method of descent, I also bear a special mission."

"A special mission?" Shirou asked doubtfully. If Alaya described it as a special situation, it seemed really bad.