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, tracing a "bond" to find him. He could not control it. It was like instinct.

Shirou Emiya: "Isn't this just possession?!"

Su Lin: "How could it be, my friend? I'm a low-key person. If you said something like 'I stand at the pinnacle of the sword,' that must be your own problem. Your ambition and arrogance are showing."

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 sky of falling stars, within this Worldline about to be severed and judged, across the history of countless ages reflected upon the vast earth.

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

As if he were making a proclamation to the world, everyone from Chaldea and Fuyuki looked up toward the voice. The Masters, including Ritsuka Fujimaru, could only see what was happening above through their Servants' eyes.

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

Gilgamesh: "Arrogant mongrel!"

The red-haired young man in white robes stood with his 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 flame.

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