Shirou smiled. "Worst comes to worst, just summon me. Saber, Archer, Caster, Assassin—I think I'd suit all of those classes. Maybe if you summon a few more of me, I can chat with myself."
Gudako thought about it and found that it seemed to make some sense.
There were already several Artorias in Chaldea, though in a sense, they were Artorias with rather different life experiences.
"Take good care of yourself. When you shouldn't retreat, absolutely don't. Don't be afraid of the Mage's Association or the United Nations. Think about it—how many divisions do they have? Clearly, none." Shirou pulled several Holy Grails from his arms and placed them in Gudako's hands. "If you don't have enough mana, use these to make up for it. Don't mistreat yourself. If the Servants can't defeat the enemy either, then tear them apart with your bare hands."
Shirou paused, then took out a bag. "These are clothes Rin bought for you. It wouldn't do for a girl to go over a year without buying new clothes."
Gudako fell silent for a moment. "Then... this is goodbye?"
"Yes. If you need my help, I'll definitely come." Shirou answered.
With the Spiritron Transfer, Gudako and the others returned to Chaldea.
Watching the lingering spiritrons left behind as they vanished, Shirou turned around.
His journey had come to an end, but there would always be others to continue the adventure. The end of a journey did not mean the end of everything. He still had to face—
The combined assault of his three younger sisters, Sakura, and Rin.
So, after ending that fleeting journey, as brief as a spark among the stars, what awaited him was a tale of love and hope?
Though the expressions on their faces were far from friendly, life was always bound