Without Me, Shirou Emiya, the Way of the Sword Would Be an Endless Night

"Tohsaka, can you draw out the Jewel Sword's power to its fullest?" Shirou Emiya asked Rin Tohsaka. "I'll use a spell to strengthen your body."

"I can, but..." Rin Tohsaka fell silent.

She saw the blood on Shirou Emiya's white robe and his loose hair. He looked exactly like he did on the poster she had found while searching the room. Even the sword mark between his brows matched.

"Are you still Shirou Emiya?" Something about him had seemed off to Rin Tohsaka for a while now. She asked suspiciously, "The Shirou Emiya I know wouldn't say such strange things."

"Of course I am." Shirou Emiya nodded, then gave a helpless sigh. "I've been influenced a little, I suppose. But I did mean what I said."

Saber came over and asked anxiously, "Is it because of your memories from a past life?"

"Well... Saber, you can't take what you saw in those memories as the truth." Shirou Emiya sighed. "I'll explain it properly once this is over."

"I understand." Saber nodded. Whatever had happened in a past life, to the Shirou Emiya of the present, those were only shadowy images. What mattered was now.

In one fragment of memory, she had seen a man in a top hat say, "Only by choosing each other through endless reincarnations can they remember their past. But they are destined to meet without ever being together. The world will not allow them to meet again."

From what she had read in those novels, Shirou Emiya and Illya had missed each other for one reason or another even in parallel worlds.

She looked toward Sitónai and EMIYA, then shook her head regretfully.

Red A: "?"

Sitónai: "?"

Rin Tohsaka was releasing a gray-white glow of magical energy through the Jewel Sword. As time passed, its