"Shirou, can we stay out of the Holy Grail War and just live ordinary lives like this? The Holy Grail War is too dangerous. Shirou, you're a Master too, aren't you?"
Sakura raised her head to look at him, her lips slightly parted, intense emotional turmoil hidden deep in her eyes.
"I..."
"Shirou, I need to win the Holy Grail War. There are things I have to do."
Remembering what Saber had said last night, Shirou Emiya gritted his teeth and shook his head firmly.
"Sakura, I might..."
Sakura's pupils suddenly contracted, then turned lifeless... Why? Why was everyone like this? Ah, she hated it.
If only she could lock Shirou away forever. Then they would never be separated.
And no one else would be able to sway his heart.
In the distant mountain forest, Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto stood quietly in the middle of a clearing, cane in hand, his gaze resting on the young man in a white uniform opposite him.
Haschwalth stood calmly, his golden hair flowing.
The very fact that he could be summoned said something: there were things he yearned to accomplish too. For example...
Lord Yhwach's awakening, and opening a passage to the Soul King Palace.
But he had not expected Yamamoto to draw his sword the moment he laid eyes on him.
It was an almost instinctive reaction. The opposition between the Wandenreich and the Soul Society, between Quincy and Shinigami, was etched into a thousand years of bloodlines and grudges.
In this old man's eyes, Haschwalth's very existence was an affront.
"You inherently evil Quincy brat, I shall now..."
Yamamoto's voice was a dull reverberation that seemed to rise from deep underground.
"Is this all right, Captain-Commander of the Shinigami? Isn't the Master of this duplicate of yours a friend of my