Intruders of the Moon World

She pointed to Red A's back: "You can't die without my permission, you understand?!"

After she finished speaking, she didn't dare to take another look, took Shirou's hand and ran forward.

Saber took a deep look at Archer, gave him a knight salute with admiration, and then caught up with Rin and Shirou.

"Emiya Shirou!"

Archer called out the boy's name loudly.

"You remembered it for me!"

"The concepts of justice and protection sometimes conflict with each other, that is to say, if you want to be a partner of justice, you cannot protect someone wholeheartedly.

And if you choose to be the only partner of justice, it means you have to abandon your previous ideals...

If you do make a decision, just keep going and grab that little hand - never, never, never let go! "

Hearing these words, Shirou fell silent, allowing himself to be dragged away.For some reason, he who always hated Archer suddenly felt sorry for this man.Looking at Archer's lonely and strong back now, he seemed to see himself in the future.

He has lost someone very important...

If I failed like him and failed to rescue Illya, would I be like him now, leaving only endless regret and lament in my heart?

No, I won't let this happen, I must rescue Illya!

Shirou left, leaving with the corresponding awareness.

All that was left was the white-haired archer in a red coat, and the berserker who jumped out of the flames unscathed.

The strange thing is that the berserker who originally had a great obsession with Shirou had no intention of chasing after Shirou escaped, and even forced himself to stay in the sea of ​​flames for a while, as if he was deliberately letting him go.

"Is that so, Berserker... Are you betting on the 'current' Emiya Shirou like I am?"

A cold light of the sword shot out from the man's hand, and he shot the silver cross sword like an arrow.

"Shirou Emiya...if you want to do it, do it.

You are an idiot, because I have identified it myself, so there is nothing wrong with it.But idiots also have idiot fighting methods, let's move forward step by step, Shirou Emiya!

At the end of this road, the pretty and pitiful princess imprisoned in the temple...she is waiting for you!

The things I haven't been able to do, the little hands I haven't been able to hold tightly—

If you can do it, show me! "

He didn't look back, he didn't even watch Rin and the others leave. This man seemed to hate the scene of parting.

He once gave up many things for his ideals—no, he fell to that tragic ending because he didn't give up anything.

Regret, annoyance, unwillingness, pain... eventually turned into hatred for the past self.

However, if there is a chance to save a girl that he failed to save before, then he can easily let go of this hatred and sorrowful wish.

That's right, under his cold exterior, he was originally a gentle and sad person.

Facing the roaring black hero, he fought to the death as before, just like countless battles before and after death.

The man who once reached the end, in the end, only a back is left...

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Ye Qing originally led Qingzi all the way to where Wei Gong and the others were led by his intuition, but he felt a familiar aura on the way, leading him to another road.

This is a mountain trail rarely traveled by. The fallen leaves have accumulated layer after layer, and the shoes will make a creaking sound when stepped on, but compared with the snow, it is less heavy and more crisp.

Ye Qing and Qing Zi's footsteps were orderly and orderly, walking on the mountain path step by step, the sound of dead leaves superimposed seemed ethereal in the silent night, but tonight's bright moonlight was particularly calming.

At the end of the mountain road is a cave with a dark mouth open like a monster, and before the cave, a handsome swordsman is waiting with his eyes closed, holding his beloved long knife.

The sound of fallen leaves being crushed gradually approached. He opened his eyes and looked at a man and a woman who were approaching.

The appearance has hardly changed from the Warring States Period, a gentle and dignified beauty in kimono, and a young swordsman in black with a long sword on his waist.

It seems that he is the only one who has changed, from a young and hot-blooded boy to the current swordsman with flowers, birds and moons.

But the three people who reunited knew in their hearts that the people present were no longer the same people they were back then. Even though they looked similar on the outside, they had changed a lot on the inside.Some people even have different life forms...

But even so, this wonderful reunion still makes people feel a sense of nostalgia.

Kojiro——Ajin closed his eyes and nodded, with a smile on his mouth, as if something good happened.

But what he thinks in his mind is just some trifles, which have nothing to do with fighting and swordsmanship. They are really insignificant things, and they have a little special meaning to him.

It's funny to say that he wants to drink miso soup now.

On such a commemorative occasion, the first thing that comes to mind is not the bloody battles in the past, nor the sword training with Ye Qing.

All he thought of was the first bite of food he ate when he was physically and mentally exhausted in a small mountain temple on a certain morning.

It was an extremely ordinary dish, with the fragrance of wild vegetables and whole grains, and the aroma of miso soup seemed to be smelled on the tip of the nose...

Although it was a simple meal in the true sense, at that time, there were big brothers and sisters who cared about him at the same table. The long absence made him feel the warmth of the family, and it also gave him a temporary rest, which was full of physical and mental scars, and he was able to move on. go on.

However, it is impossible to go back to that time after all...

With a sigh in his heart, the gatekeeper of the dragon cave opened his eyes and looked at a man and a woman who came to challenge him.

"The comer stops."

He was clearly a country warrior, but his tone and tone sounded like a hidden nobleman.

"It's a pity, the front is no longer a place to set foot in, please turn back to the Xian couple."

Ye Qing looked past Kojiro to the seemingly endless cave.

"The Holy Grail is stored there, and the center of the vision in the sky is also reflected here. It seems that this dragon cave is the eye of the storm. But the most intense battlefield is in another direction... Interesting."

Ye Qing raised the corner of his mouth: "It makes people want to know what's hidden inside."

"This is a fool's dream." Kojiro said calmly, "I was entrusted by someone to guard this place, and in this case, I won't let any idiots pass through—even the two of you."

Mice?

Qingzi opened the folding fan to cover his mouth and nose, and said displeasedly: "Really, why is it that the older I get, the less likable I am? The silly country boy from before is cuter—you think so, Mr. Qing?"

Ye Qing and Kojiro looked at each other in embarrassment: It seems that Qingzi is still brooding about Ye Qing's injury!

She actually changed her previous style and attacked personally as soon as she came up!

Kojiro smiled wryly: "We meet again after hundreds of years, sister Kiyoko is still as beautiful and generous as before, but I want to say sorry.

As for the responsibility, I cannot let the two of you pass, if you have to force your way..."

He drew out a five-foot long sword, the texture on the sword gleamed coldly under the moonlight.

"Then you can only ask about the sword in your hand!"

"You..." Qingzi frowned: You really don't show affection at all?

Back then I cooked for you for nothing!

The azure flame gradually rises...

Ye Qing reached out and stopped Qingzi who was about to explode, and said lightly: "Qingzi, I want you to be a witness in this battle. I'm sorry... just treat it as my willfulness, I don't want to let you Someone else interfered."

Thumb lightly, a bloody light flashed, and the dark red sword fell into Ye Qing's hands. He climbed up the steps step by step, and walked towards Kojiro who was waiting in battle.

It's not that Ye Qing is arrogant and refuses to help, it's just that Qing Zi's strength and fighting style are not suitable for participating in the sword fight between the two.

It's just that he can't say "you can't" bluntly, so he can only use this to comfort Qingzi.

However, even putting aside all kinds of external factors, deep in Ye Qing's heart, he longed for this battle to belong to the two alone, without being disturbed by external forces.

rustle......

A gust of wind rose for no reason, blowing through thousands of leaves, and also blowing through the blades of the two, the clear and long sword sound rippling in the night.

When two different sword sounds intertwined, the two moved at the same time!

Under the ambiguous and soft moonlight, two swordsmen with superb skills faced each other with swords!

Combining bodywork and footwork, there is a method for every advance and retreat, and every step is a calculated and appropriate distance.

The entangled figures are like the appearance of wind and cloud, which cannot be captured or traced.

Even with Qingzi's eyesight, he could only see their blurred afterimages under concentrated attention.

Bright or dim sword lights flashed from time to time. There was neither the brilliance of the holy sword nor the surge of magic power, but it was just an ordinary slash. Never forget!

"Lord Qing..." Qing Zi stared at Ye Qing's back with a pair of eyes, but no matter how eager her heart was, she did not disobey Ye Qing's words, her feet stayed where they were, and did not take a step away.

The five-foot-long breaking sword pierced through the atmosphere and shuttled through the space at a speed that surpassed the sound of swords. One after another of icy light intertwined together, combined with the strange body skills, a piece of sword that even flying insects could hardly escape The net of strangulation unfolds!

Ye Qing, who was shrouded inside, didn't panic, if it was him before, he must be eager to escape this desperate situation at this moment.But at this time, he didn't try to destroy the big net, nor did he plan to dodge, but held Muramasa tightly in his hand, and absorbedly observed the trajectory of each sword light of the opponent.

Just pay attention to the trajectory that will touch you, and when you swing the sword, there will be a roar of the sword and halberd, making the deadly attack invisible immediately!

Even in the face of a death situation where there is no reason to survive, he will not waver in the slightest, and the sword light in his hand melts into Sumeru.

Find the key sword in the uncapturable sword trajectory, and cut it off without hesitation!

Even though he would be hurt, he avoided fatal wounds and left himself with the strength to swing the sword.

Among the murderous sword nets everywhere, Ye Qing is like a sailor manning a reed boat in raging waves, although it is extremely dangerous, he can turn the world around when he is destroyed!

Ye Qing's sword walks on the edge of destruction, cuts off a ray of life into countless pieces, and embodies "struggle" and "tenacity" vividly and vividly.

As the so-called "extreme sword" interprets the true meaning of desperate counterattack!

He knows that as a swordsman, he is inferior to Kojiro, who can be called the "peak", in terms of talent and life experience.

He also experienced a failure a few days ago, and there has been no substantive breakthrough in the past few days. It is tantamount to wishful thinking to defeat this five-foot long knife.

But he didn't think his challenge to the opponent was stupid.

Ye Qing's teacher, Omi's words woke him up.

What matters is not the gap with the enemy, nor how to catch up with the opponent's realm, let alone thinking about how to defeat the enemy.

The desire to win is an excellent motivation, but blindly seeking to win will only put unnecessary heavy shackles on the back of the sword.

On the way to the summit, Ye Qing only looked at the person and the sword standing at the top, gradually ignored the stone slabs under his feet, and forgot the most basic thing of swordsmanship.

For a swordsman, the most basic thing is not how to keep an eye on the enemy, but how to keep an eye on his own sword!