I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

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"Oh, to kill a person twice in one day, the world is really cruel and bloody." Slowly getting up from the low table, Lancer held his hand in the air, and the scarlet magic gun appeared in front of him. hands.

Emiya Shirou stared at Lancer's hand, his eyes were a little empty.

It seems...it works.

Emiya Shirou had an inexplicable thought in his mind.

It would be fine if it's a sword, but if it's a gun, it should be fine.This is second thought.

What are you thinking?

Clutching his chest and getting up, Emiya Shirou smoothed his dry throat.

There is nothing around him that can defend himself, not even anything that can be used to strengthen him.

"Well~ close your eyes, I will let you die peacefully." Lancer stabbed the gun in his hand naturally.

The speed has exceeded the speed that humans can reflect.

Emiya Shirou's empty pupils reflected the appearance of the gun, and the feeling of holding the magic gun in his hand resounded in his mind.

Although it's a little bit reluctant, but it seems... it can be done.

"Trance on—"

Projection, start——

There seemed to be countless swords falling in my heart, and there was a scorching pain and tearing sensation from my back.

His body was numb due to the pain, and his hand was a little cramp, but Shirou Emiya held it firmly.

Identification of creative ideas——

Imagine the basic skeleton——

Duplicate the composition material——

Imitation of forging technology——

Sympathetic growth experience——

To reproduce the accumulated years——

— Projection, done.

In an instant, countless scenes of flames rising to the sky surged in my heart, and a man with white hair silently shed tears in front of the flames.

Emiya Shirou clenched his hands tightly, and he held the scarlet demon spear that was more than two meters away. He waved and twisted the spear point away.

"Ho ho—" He panted heavily, and there was a sharp tingling pain in his chest.

"Yeah?" Lancer raised his eyebrows, looking at the scarlet magic spear in Emiya Shirou's hand. "Ah, what an unexpected surprise. Very good——this way I can enjoy it a little bit."

Twisting his body and twirling the magic spear, Lancer swung the scarlet magic spear in the opposite direction.

Countless ways to dodge appeared in Emiya Shirou's mind for a moment, as if he also possessed Lancer's skills.

He rolled over, broke through the window and escaped.

But after all, dragging a broken body, in front of Lancer, Emiya Shirou could only run away in a hurry, like a mouse crossing the street, his body was scratched and bruised.

Panting heavily, he was forced into the warehouse behind the yard.

Blood fell on the ground, and in a corner where neither of them noticed, a little bit of flickering glow lit up.

Are you going to die?

Leaning on the magic spear, Emiya Shirou looked at Lancer who was approaching step by step.

I can't understand why this happens to me.

I can't agree, why can someone kill someone so easily.

Blood dripped down, and he held up the magic spear to launch the final stab, and was easily picked up by Lancer.

Then--

The ground lit up.

Ten years ago, on this world line, the girl named Artoria and Irisviel drew the spell here.

Clear, crisp voice like a cold spring in winter.

With the voice of waving the darkness.