Leave It to Me, Father's Long-Cherished Wish

Snow filled the sky.

Who knew how much time had passed.

The Susanoo clad in Crow Tengu Armor was executing one Servant after another.

No Servant could break through this absolute line of defense.

Covered in blood, Sasuke stood within the Susanoo, his Mangekyō Sharingan open as he watched the surrounding Servants with an indifferent expression.

His body hurt as though it had been pierced by countless arrows.

So cold.

His blurred eyes could only make out the outlines of those Servants.

The ringing in his ears was severe, mixed with the wind and snow.

It seemed someone was crying.

Dragging his broken...