Yu Meiren ultimately did not kill Shirou Emiya.
The gap in their strength was simply too great.
Besides, Yu Meiren did not care whether she was injured or not. As an existence akin to a True Ancestor, she was absolutely immortal.
Back on the plateau, before Yu Meiren had developed any sense of self, Xiang Yu and Xiang An had joined forces to blow her apart countless times, yet she had never died. Instead, she had fallen hopelessly in love with Xiang Yu, almost as if she had developed Stockholm syndrome.
That experience had nearly given Xu Fu, whom she met later, a cerebral hemorrhage from rage.
—But no matter what, everything that happened afterward proved that Yu Meiren had made the right choice.
That line, "O Yu, O Yu, what shall become of you?" described the feelings between her and Xiang Yu with perfect clarity.
"Sister Jie?"
Looking at Hinako Akuta, whose tears of blood were streaming down her face, Shirou Emiya did not know what to do.
He did not have the slightest chance of winning.
Hinako Akuta's strength far exceeded Shirou Emiya's imagination. He had never imagined that Hinako Akuta, who had known him for ten years and had always kept such a low profile, was actually such a powerful being.
"What do you mean, thousands of years?"
After taking several deep breaths, Shirou Emiya still asked the question.
Crack—
The blood blade beside his head sank deeper into the wall.
Hinako Akuta released her grip, took two steps back, looked at Shirou Emiya, and clenched her teeth.
"What, even now, you still insist on clinging to your own ideals?"
She still held Shirou Emiya's ideals in contempt.
". . . I won't give up."
That was all Shirou Emiya said.
But—
What Sister Jie said did