Shirou: This Doesn't Look Good for You, Wallet-kun

"■■■----!!"

The black giant is heading back here.

"They're here!"

Shirou Emiya smiled warmly and charged forward once again.

"You're the fool, Shirou."

Standing behind Shirou Emiya, Illya looked at the boy blocking her way and muttered to herself, "You could never be my brother."

"Because... actually, I'm the older sister."

"That's more like it, isn't it?"

At that moment, the girl shed tears.

"Hey, Shirou ~"

Off-screen, Illya poked her brother's cheek with her finger and teased, "Call me 'sister' once, will you?"

"I'm telling you," Shirou retorted directly, "Wouldn't everyone be disappointed if they knew your tears were from the smell of onions?"

"Elder brother!"

Illya angrily kicked Shirou in the calf.

Chapter 199 Shirou: This is bad, my wallet!

In the original HF game script, in order to build up the player's emotions and to lay the groundwork for the cool Shirou Emiya CG, Nasu made the emotional scene between Shirou Emiya and Illya twice.

First, he and Illya became siblings once, then he pulled Illya to the square and hid there once more.

Shinji isn't going to drag this out; for film and television works, one act of emotional buildup before a major battle is enough.

Therefore, in Shinji's Shirou Emiya directly fought with Uncle Hai.

"Ahhhhhh!"

With flashes of magic, Shirou Emiya lured Berserker to an open area of the forest through various forms of harassment.

During this time, Shirou Emiya paid a heavy price, his body covered in various wounds, and his clothes soaked in blood.

On several occasions, he even had to risk his life, putting himself in mortal danger, just to get the black giant's attention.

Because, from beginning to end, he was facing the strongest Servant—the Berserker!

"Whoosh--whoosh--"

Shirou Emiya, panting heavily, finally managed to drag the giant away from Illya.

At this moment, he was like a taut bowstring, the kind that could snap at any moment.

"Has it reached its limit...?"

Shirou Emiya knew very well that if things continued like this, he would neither escape nor survive; all he could do was fight to the death.

His gaze fell on the red cloth on his left arm.

This is currently the only weapon that can break the deadlock, but it is also a ticking time bomb that could very well send itself to hell.

After only a brief exchange with Berserker, Shirou Emiya already felt himself beginning to break down.

So, it's really hard to imagine what would happen to him after he untied that piece of cloth.

This isn't some childish statement; it's something that will actually happen.

He will die.

Even if they survive by chance, they are very likely to become disabled.

"The answer was known from the beginning. But... I'm going to take Illya back and rescue Sakura too!"

At this critical moment, Shirou Emiya smiled.

That wasn't a handsome smile; on his scarred body, it even looked pathetic.

However, all the viewers watching HF were infected by this smile.

"That smile wasn't a bitter smile, was it?"

"I'm guessing," Shibamatsu guessed, sitting on the sofa.

Azu nodded. "Shirou Emiya knows that it's a miraculous wish that can't be achieved by his own strength, but even so, he still hopes for that outcome and has never thought of giving up."

"What an incredibly gentle guy," Shibamatsu said with a hint of envy. "I'm even envious of that kind of determination to achieve his goals, no matter the cost."

"Shibamatsu, it's rare for you to say something sensible."

"Indeed, Shirou Emiya is incredibly kind!"

Inside the club, many female Magecraft were also moved by Shirou Emiya's smile.

"I knew about him back in UBW. Although this boy isn't as Lord Gilgamesh or Diarmuid, he's still quite charming."

"I wish my boyfriend could smile like that for me."

"Tch, these insatiable women."

Fujita listened to the whispers of the female Magecraft behind him and clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"They want their men to have Gilgamesh's money, Diarmuid's looks, and Shirou Emiya's heart—that's going too far!"

"How could there possibly be such a perfect man in this world? Even if there were, why would he be interested in you guys?!"

"You can't say that," Shibamatsu joked. "If Ga and the others can win over Shinji Matou's heart, then maybe they can get all three at the same time. After all, Archer is practically a subspecies of Shirou Emiya."

Suddenly, the room fell silent.

The next second, the girls erupted in screams.

"Shibamatsu, you're a genius!"

"How did you come up with such a great idea?!"

"That makes sense. Why don't we just go find Shinji Matou..."

"Are you... serious?"

A cold storm swept through the room, instantly calming the girls who had been blinded by enthusiasm.

It Azu.

She coldly surveyed everyone who had tried to seduce Shinji Matou, like an ice demon.

"Azu, we were just joking."

Faced with Queen Azu's aura, the crowd could only manage a forced smirk.

"That would be best."

Azu gave a warning before turning back to face the television.

"Okay, let's continue watching the show."

These words seemed to have flipped a switch, and the Magecraft in the club—both men and women—all breathed a sigh of relief.

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On the screen, Shirou Emiya's desperate battle continues.

"Come on... Berserker!"

Shirou Emiya took a deep breath, then forcefully ripped open the Shroud of Magdalene—

Moment.

The world is beginning to crumble.

Despite their best efforts, the Black Giant still emerged victorious in the first confrontation.

The boy's back was sunk into the wall, his entire body embedded deep within it like an Egyptian mural.

He couldn't even raise his hand to resist, let alone move a finger.

"Ah------!!"

Shirou Emiya let out a desperate scream.

They were completely powerless to resist.

This is an insurmountable chasm between humans and gods, a gap he can never bridge.

Shirou Emiya's body and consciousness gradually collapsed without him feeling anything.

He knew he should step forward and fight the giant, but he had no control over his body.

His left eye was shattered, his right side was numb, all his bones were broken, and he had lost far more blood than he could have died.

Seeing this, all the viewers who hadn't read the script felt that Shirou Emiya was doomed.

They all felt that the upcoming battle would be a remake of the movie, except that this time, Shirou Emiya would most likely be teaming up with Rider.

However, Shinji's plot arrangement was far bolder than the audience expected.

Just as his consciousness and vision were fading, Shirou Emiya actually saw a hallucination that he shouldn't have.

The red figure stood tall in the wind, resolutely walking towards the other side.

The red coat fluttered in the gale, but the figure kept walking forward, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Ah..."

The boy's body made a sound like breaking gears turning; he clenched his teeth and slowly made a fist with his left hand.

The red-clad knight turned his face slightly, looking sternly at Shirou Emiya behind him.

Is this all you've got?

It was a mixture of disdain and concern; it was the self-discipline of the man named [Shirou Emiya].

"What a joke... How could that be!"

His legs landed back on the ground, and his bleeding body stood up once more.

The boy's eyes held an unprecedented firmness.

You can lose to anyone, but you can't lose to yourself!

"Then follow me."

The knight said this.

His gaze blazed as the boy poured all his magic into his body, which was now completely numb.

"Of course, I will definitely follow!"

With all his might, the boy broke through the red figure!

They were about 50 meters away from the black giant, a distance the giant could cover in 3 seconds.

Therefore.

The outcome will be decided in these three seconds!

Shirou Emiya found his mind clearer than ever before, and he finally grasped his own fighting strength!

"Projection begins... Identify creative concept... Define basic framework... Copy constituent materials... Imitate production techniques... Empathize with growth experience... Recreate accumulated years... Project complete!"

The boy held his breath and poured all his magic into his left arm.

He wants to defeat himself.

"Trace--On! (Projection, Start!)"

The giant's greatsword, along with the giant's monstrous strength, was copied. The boy opened his left hand, gripped the still-unrealized imaginary hilt, and raised it high.

"■■■----!!"

The giant roared and charged forward, his mind still replaying the moment he fought the black swordsman.

Despite being blind, losing his mind, and decaying all over, he is still fighting to protect the girl.