"It looks like our Holy Grail War ends here. Sorry, Rukia. I couldn't get your Shinigami powers back for you. Sigh."
Ichigo Kurosaki thought to himself, feeling somewhat weighed down.
He knew Rukia had given him her Shinigami powers, but he had never expected recovering them to be so difficult for her. That was why they had planned to use the Holy Grail's wish-granting mechanism to rebuild her Shinigami powers.
But things had not gone as they wished.
These Servants were each more absurd than the last. The most terrifying one could take on all the Servants single-handedly. Was that reasonable?
Sure, perfectly reasonable!
"It's all right, Ichigo. I can recover my Shinigami powers on my own."
Rukia comforted him from over there. Kindhearted as she was, she still could not bear to see Ichigo sad.
"If something cannot be done, then be sensible and give it up. Little girl, agree to his terms and withdraw from the Holy Grail War.
"The past cannot be reversed, and the future cannot be known, but you can still take hold of the present. In the days ahead, cherish those who love you, and learn to distinguish the kind from the foolish and wicked."
Yamamoto offered his advice calmly. He had no obligation to teach Sakura Matou those things, but seeing such darkness and distortion in this young person's heart, he still could not help speaking.
To someone with his disposition,
if young people were living badly, was that not the fault of old people like them?
Sakura Matou pressed her lips together, her fingers clutching the hem of her clothes.
"Grandpa Yamamoto... thank you."
Medusa stood beside her, quietly keeping watch over her.
"And thank you too, Medusa. I'll always remember you. Over there... make sure you live well too."
Sakura