Gundam Pilot

His body was still his own, but another way of thinking had appeared in his mind.

It had crossed time and space along with martial arts, spells, cultivation, and everything else that did not belong to him. It had traced a "connection" to him and become a thought process he could not control, almost like instinct.

Shirou Emiya: "How is this not possession?!"

Su Lin: "Of course it isn't, my friend. I'm a modest man. If you said something about standing at the pinnacle of the sword, that must be your own doing. It's your ambition and pride talking."

Shirou Emiya: "..."

Shirou Emiya: "Is there any way to rein it in?"

[Su Lin has gone offline]

Brilliant starlight drew every eye.

Heroes of every age gathered here.

Countless Noble Phantasms tore through the atmosphere with a sound like thunder. Beneath the falling stars, within this Worldline on the verge of being separated and judged, across the history of ages reflected upon the vast earth—

"At the pinnacle of the sword, I stand above the world! Where I, Emiya, stand, there is heaven!"

It sounded like a proclamation to the world. Everyone in Chaldea and Fuyuki looked up toward the voice. Masters, Ritsuka Fujimaru included, could only see what was happening above through their Servants' eyes.

"The pinnacle of the sword?" Ritsuka Fujimaru asked blankly. "What is that?"

Gilgamesh: "Arrogant mongrel!"

The red-haired young man in a white robe had long hair whipping wildly in the wind. An ancient Eight-Directional Longsword had appeared in his hand, while countless meteors changed course and raced toward him, trailing long tails of fire.

He raised the sword in his right hand, his sleeves snapping in the gale. Pressing the index and middle fingers of his left hand together, he ran them along the