Chapter 2: Distorted Career Placement and Training

"Ahhh

Standing on the same earth, looking up at the sky that will never change again, in the holy blue world, the knight stands. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Nothing has changed, nothing has been done, so it is, is my life such a cheap thing..."

chuckled and shook his head helplessly.

I don't understand, and I can't understand, why such a self would become a hero.

Is it true that if you kill more people, you will become heroes? Is it true that more people will be ruined and killed, and that is victory?

No, it shouldn't be like this.

Shouldn't the so-called human form, the so-called glory, the so-called glorious thing be something more beautiful?

Like the light that penetrates the clouds, bringing warmth and strength to people, shouldn't that be something that makes a hero?

I don't understand, I don't understand, I can't understand my position.

"Can't you answer me? Alayya, or am I not even qualified to hear an answer?"

The hero with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth asked to the sky, but, of course, he couldn't get the answer that he didn't expect.

Yes, why bother answering, because from the beginning, we didn't stand on an equal footing, so how can we talk about communication?

Heroic Spirit, Heroic Spirit... Isn't the reason why it's a heroic spirit?

There's no need to talk to dead things, probably, yes.

It's a world where nothing can be done in any way, a world where nothing can exist, a minimum level of cognition, where the Spirit's character, abilities, ideas, techniques, and even things that the Spirits themselves have forgotten can be pulled out of the timeline and perfectly preserved. A world where the Heroic Spirits themselves are already irrelevant, even if the first specimen of the ontology can't bear this loneliness and destroys itself, and trying to make a replacement is simply a matter that doesn't even need to be thought about, right?

But why does such a world exist?

Rodriten didn't understand, but he couldn't refute it, what had happened, even if he returned, there was no point in swinging his sword, and the violent Holy Blue Wind slashed the sky and the earth, and the surging magic seemed to be endless, but even if the world was shattered in the first second, in the next second, everything would return to the same state.

“・・・”

It won't get tired, it won't hurt, it won't know more, and it's never going to lose anything.

The knight who stood there knew it from the very beginning—it was not a living Rodritte, but a puppet.

Counterfeits, fakes, replicas, or at best, are nothing more than fixed souls.

"As a result, in the end, nothing can be done?"

He couldn't help but scoff.

Yes, I knew that I couldn't do anything, but I still stubbornly tried to reverse the impossible, and all that was left was tragedy.

Trying to challenge the immutable affairs called fate, in the end, the body and soul are dead, nothing can be changed, you can only watch yourself and history step by step towards destruction, and finally, the stupid thing that came here.

Can you be considered a hero? Probably, because tragedy is always the attention of the audience, isn't it?

People would rather look at the miserable, the unfortunate, the mutilated than praise the beautiful and the perfect.

They worship destruction, smashing the good and showing it to others, and then calling them real.

Nausea...

Rodritte, who was at the center of the world, finally couldn't hold it anymore, and the laughter grew louder and louder, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore and turned into a loud laugh.

A man who has nothing left but victory can't even do it if he wants to build his own grave with countless swords like another person.

It's ridiculous to think about it now.

But is it okay to just give up? Of course not! Absolutely not!

"If you give up now, won't you be an ugly loser!"

Yes, he is no longer a cowardly man, he is no longer a man who needs to stand behind others, a teenager who has experienced turmoil, war, storms and firmaments, has truly become a knight, a worthy knight who once roared and charged at the death thorns of the spearmen, a hero who is willing to achieve the final victory at the last moment of his life.

Isn't there only one thing to do for yourself like this?

Puff up your chest and move forward with your head held high, even if there is an abyss and a sea of fire ahead, as long as you move forward with one heart, there will always be a way out, right?

So, there's still a chance.

So, move on!

Even if it's a harlequin, even if it's a ridiculous fool, even if you can't change anything, but give up before you do it - you can't do it!

So, as if the world was responding to expectations, an opportunity immediately came to him.

- Ding

In the quiet world, the light flashed, and then, in this world, a door slowly opened.

Boom...

Rising from the stormy world, the holy blue world is full of windy cheers and singing, which is as stirring as sacred music.

Now that I think about it, it was simply predestined.

Seven heroes compete for the Holy Grail, entrusting their pride and glory to the war of steel and blood, why refuse!?

"-That's right!!"

The knight's proud voice rang out.

He puffed up his chest and stepped through the door without hesitation, answering the call of the world.

Then the next moment, the torrent of time wrapped this ideal township, and the bright gate of light suddenly opened up in front of me.

Outside the door, there is a new world.

After crossing the path of this light, the next moment with a flood of knowledge poured into the brain with an abnormal sense, the world distorted before my eyes, turned into a different world, the wind disappeared, and the grassland disappeared - what appeared in front of me was the 20th century Fuyuki City, full of modern urgency, a new stage.

Rodriten opened his eyes and looked at the magician who would stand with him for seven days.

It was a solemn and heavy man, like a martyr, standing silently with a sad and empty expression.

The black priest's robe was worn on his body, blending his form with the darkness...

"Excuse me, are you my servent?assasin?"

The man looked up at the silver-blue knight in front of him, and his stiff face couldn't help but show a hint of confusion.

He seemed to be a little puzzled by what was going on, as if the summoning was skewed.

"Ahh

But it doesn't matter.

Rodriten smiled, and he stood in the endless storm, letting the wind of holy blue magic wrizzle his long golden hair mischievously, and stood proudly, with his arms outstretched.

"I am your servent, but—"

He was not only amused by such a question.

How could he be assasin? It's the funniest joke. So, he replied, "I am not assasin, but knight, the knight who charges into battle."

The knight's smile was so sassy and proud that Qili couldn't help but choke.

"So..."

Yan Feng Qili, the silent young man closed his eyes, and after a short moment, when he opened them again, all that was left in his eyes was a cold cold.

"It's fine. ”

All he longed for was a fight with Emiya Kiritsugu, the man who had nothing.

Now, the scales are more balanced.

"So, what's your name?"

If it's a knight who is rampage on the battlefield, no matter who he faces, he won't be inferior, right?

"Rodritte, my name is Rodritte Saltitius. ”

“！”

Yan Feng Qili knows this name, or rather, there are not many people who don't know this name.

Anyone who knows the legend of King Arthur will never forget it.

"The Undefeated Lord of the Tempest?"

"Rodriette Saltitisi. ”

Ahh

couldn't help but put a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

Qili, who obviously has nothing, has the urge to laugh.

Are you laughing at me for not getting anything?

He looked up, but all he saw was the dome of the church.

It's okay, it's just that the plan needs to change.

Shichen's, my father's, and mine...

Outside the window, the night sky flickered like sparkling lights, and new ideas gradually swirled in Yan Fengqili's mechanical mind.

But no matter what the plan is, it is so pale.

Yan Feng Qili once again confirmed that there was a hole in his heart, a hole that he couldn't fill in, and he didn't know what to fill it with.

It's a shame.

The lack that has appeared since the death of his wife seems to have become more and more intense today, and it is about to reach its limit, and this feeling is as strong as trying to veto people.

"Emiya Kiritsugu..."

Again, he cast his gaze on the file he had placed on the other side of the table, looked at the figure that seemed to be visible to him, and smiled longingly.

Only he can fill the void, right? What does he yearn for?

Thinking like this, Qili urgently needs an answer.