"Where is this...?"
"What happened to me...?"
Shirou Emiya slowly awoke from his coma, his head feeling unusually heavy and every part of his body aching.
But as his consciousness gradually returned, he also remembered what had happened before he passed out.
It was Archer!
He had cut off his own arm and given it to him. And his face had looked so much like Shirou's!
His future self...
Thinking of that, Shirou Emiya could not help but lapse into a daze.
Considering the situation back then, it was not hard to infer that this future Heroic Spirit, who had just discovered his true identity, had probably met the same fate as Senior Xu Yue.
The thought sent a pang through Shirou Emiya's heart.
Never before had he hated his own weakness so much. Never before had he felt so helpless.
Especially since that shadow seemed to be connected to Sakura, leaving him even more lost.
She was someone he had vowed to protect, and he had also vowed to protect justice. What was he supposed to choose now...?
He clenched his fist and slammed it viciously into the edge of the bed, smashing the metal railing apart.
"The transplant was only just completed. Even if my skills are decent, a human body bears a heavy burden when wielding a Heroic Spirit's arm. Even though I gave you Kiritsugu's relic, don't use it carelessly until the modifications are complete and you have adapted to it."
A familiar voice came from nearby. Shirou Emiya looked up and saw Xu Yue sitting in a chair by the windowsill, reading a book.
Sunlight streamed in through the half-open window, making Xu Yue seem even more radiant.
For a moment, Shirou Emiya's heart began to race. Then he said in delight,
"Senior, it's great