I, Ritsuka, Siscon Grand Hero Author: Yixuan Yetingyu
Betting my life, burning myself, tearing apart my soul... I, Emiya Grand Hero (no mistake there), was going to pull off a one-versus-six today!
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Emiya Grand Hero wanted to go home. Little sister and wife—I wanted them all!
(Clenches paw)
As long as you gave Miyu a rate-up, I would answer the call, tear apart Singularities with my hands, and kick the Demon God King with my feet.
With the not-so-intelligent Golden Finger System, Emiya Ritsuka traveled between worlds and set out on a journey to seek miracles and return home.
The Fated Beginning
If the world had never been singular, if different worlds had different stories and histories, and every person's fate was an established fact, what would happen?
The world was predetermined and could not be changed. Everyone struggled within their own small world, with nothing to rely on until death, resisting their unchangeable fate alone before finally being ruthlessly crushed.
Perhaps the world controlled everything. Everything within it was a chess piece, moving according to certain rules in the hands of a transcendent player, smashing other pieces or silently vanishing.
Chess pieces could not resist the player. Their way of survival had been decided for them. Even if they wanted to resist, they would be held tightly in that hand. Whether advancing or retreating, none of it was something a tiny chess piece could resist.
Defying fate was nothing more than a joke. The maiden struggling in the whirlpool called the world died alone amid wind and rain, leaving her small world all by herself.
Perhaps this was what they called irreversible fate—destiny.
A skinny man swung his blade and charged at a soldier in military uniform, his hate-filled face filling the view. "Go to hell, american dog!!"
Oppressed by war, people rose up in resistance, only to be mercilessly slaughtered on the battlefield. Against advanced modern firearms, ordinary people had no ability to resist. The blades in their hands were as threatening as toys.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Before he could get close to the instigators of the war he despised, the man fell to the ground, lying in a pool of blood.
His breathing gradually weakened.
"Trace On."
The dagger became covered in azure patterns, intricate glowing veins like those on a circuit board filling the simple weapon. A small girl crouched above.
Her voice was soft, as though she were narrating something, yet deadly.
She leaped down without a sound. The blade in her hand sliced through the air, brushing past the soldier's neck like a ghost. Blood sprayed out.
"Urgh..."
A fleeting chill and the sudden sting in his neck made the soldier instinctively raise his hand, trying to cover the wound.
With a twist of her wrist, ten-year-old Ritsuka stabbed the soldier in the thigh.
She was far shorter than a properly trained soldier, but that was an advantage at times. Reinforcement Magic covered her calf, and Ritsuka easily tripped the American soldier as he kept backing away.
She lunged forward, and her dagger violently pierced straight through the man's throat.
The soldier beneath her stopped moving. Ritsuka stabbed him once more in the neck and chest before she relaxed slightly.
There had only been one soldier. Using a weapon enhanced with Reinforcement Magic, successfully ambushing him had been expected. Though she still felt some resistance toward killing, Ritsuka had been walking this land for nearly a month and had adapted somewhat.
She glanced at the man on the ground who had been shot and no longer reacted, then turned to look at the person approaching slowly. "Kiritsugu, this man is about to die."
"...Take him back to the church first. Let's see if the old priest can do anything. We have no means of treating gunshot wounds."
The man who had watched the entire battle put away his gun and chose to carry the unconscious local man who had been shot.
With an indifferent, numb expression, Kiritsugu looked at Ritsuka, whose face was stained with blood, and asked, "Ritsuka, are you hurt?"
Kiritsugu Emiya was the man who had saved her from a massive fire several years ago. Ritsuka knew that although he looked indifferent now, if she had shown any sign of losing to that burly man just now, Kiritsugu's bullet would have blown the man's skull apart.
He was an exceptionally ruthless man, but that coldness was merely a protective shell. Perhaps some painful memories from the past had made it difficult for Uncle Kiritsugu to express his feelings now.
Of course, he was only like that outside. When he was alone with Ritsuka, he was still a very good person.
Ritsuka wiped the blood splashed across her cheek and gave a gentle smile. "I'm fine. You know how capable I am, Kiritsugu."
"That's true. You're quite gifted, but it's still better to be cautious."
Kiritsugu nodded slightly. He did recognize Ritsuka's abilities. When he had been ten, he certainly had not possessed the strength to ambush a properly trained soldier.
Reinforcement Magic—being able to use it flawlessly at this age without fully opening her Magic Circuits—she truly was a natural magus.
What was more, she claimed to have something called a Crystal Dice...
Crystal Dice was the name Ritsuka had given her ability. Its essence was a crystal-like twenty-sided die, so exquisite that it was almost unimaginable.
It had appeared beside her when she was around five years old, and she could not get rid of it no matter how hard she tried.
What she knew so far was that after certain conditions were met, images would appear on the die. The images could be equipment from some fantasy work, or simply the image of a character. She had only figured out a few of the die's functions so far.
Up to now, there had only been one figure on it. It was pitifully sparse.
The figure was a white-haired, brown-eyed man dressed in black and red, his expression grave as he held a pair of blades engraved with a Yin Yang Tai Chi symbol.
It occupied only one-twentieth of its capacity.
Taking a side path, the two quickly found a nearly abandoned church.
When the guard saw Kiritsugu, he immediately came over. Several people took the injured man away for treatment. Only the priest here understood medicine and was skilled at treating gunshot wounds.
"Kiritsugu, what do we do next?"
War—Human History was a history of war. The two had originally come here for a certain legend, seeking the possibility of saving the world, but had later been forced into the battlefield and political games between nations. This ruin had only come into existence recently, bombed into being by a major power with no moral bottom line.
Poverty and backwardness left the people here virtually unable to resist. They could only let that great power harm them under the pretext of eliminating terrorists and plunder every resource it could obtain.
To save some meant abandoning others. Kiritsugu had taught Ritsuka many things, and he had also helped the girl, who already possessed a complete set of values, establish her own way of thinking.
Kiritsugu's path did not entirely suit her. With the experiences of two lives combined, Ritsuka had never thought highly of this world itself.
Sacrificing a small portion for the majority felt far too inappropriate.
She had gradually become accustomed to the feeling of killing. Even when blood splashed onto her face, she could wipe it away without changing expression. Life was unexpectedly fragile.
Abandoning what was before her for the sake of more... she probably could not do that.
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The Painful Dream That Repeated Every Night
Dreams varied from person to person. What one thought about during the day, one dreamed about at night.
Endlessly repeating dreams were usually painful memories or psychological scars that could not be forgotten.
Blazing flames illuminated the shattered ruins. Black smoke surged into the sky and hung above the city called Fuyuki, leaving a shadow in the hearts of those who saw and experienced the scene. It was a disaster.
Some buildings began to collapse under the high temperature. A girl with long orange-red hair was buried beneath the rubble because she had failed to escape in time.
A burning-red wooden beam fell onto her left forearm, and her thick clothing was destroyed in an instant.
Her delicate body was torn open, agony swept through her, and the choking smoke surrounding her made five- or six-year-old Ritsuka's tear ducts lose control, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.
She covered her nose with her still-functional right hand and began searching for a solution. The more panicked she became at a time like this, the more useless it would be.
Her head grew increasingly heavy. Feeling that she might die again, Ritsuka wanted to cry. In this life, she had only lived for five years, and she had only truly recovered her memories around half a year ago...
Rumble!
The sound of collapse rang out beside her again, bringing Ritsuka deep despair. A wall in the courtyard that had not yet fallen suddenly collapsed backward, completely blocking the view ahead of her.
Dust and black smoke pressed in around her, and Ritsuka's eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
"Am I going to die...?"
Her murmured voice was swallowed by the fiery wind within the ruins.
A faint gleam appeared beside her face. It was an exquisitely beautiful little toy—a crystal-like twenty-sided die.
Ritsuka had never had any interest in gambling and had scarcely looked into such things before. She was utterly confused.
Perhaps driven by the instinct to survive, Ritsuka, who had nearly lost consciousness, reached out and grabbed the die. The tiny die, small enough to fit in her palm, began to roll.
None of its twenty faces bore numbers. As a die, it was undoubtedly unqualified.
The next moment, an anime-style character image appeared in her hazy vision, while information flooded into her mind, informing her of the approximate use of the object before her.
—A white-haired, brown-eyed man dressed in black and red, his expression grave as he held a pair of blades engraved with a Yin Yang Tai Chi symbol. ... Emiya Shirou (Archer) Synchronization Value (7%) ...
Reinforcement Magic covered Ritsuka's right hand in blue patterns, like the lines on a circuit board. Her entire hand suddenly became somewhat strange.
Following an instinct, she clenched her right hand and pressed it against the pile of burning wooden beams crushing her left arm, forcefully pushing them aside. Sparks fell onto Ritsuka's face.
It seemed... possible...
Her breathing grew heavy, and as her palm was reinforced, a needle-like pain spread through her body.
As she kept inhaling smoke, Ritsuka's consciousness grew increasingly hazy. Her eyes narrowed instinctively, and she saw someone.
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