Boom......

The monks all whispered and poured water into the pool.

Circles rippled in the pond, and startled schools of fish scattered.

In the living room of the samurai house, Emiya Kiritsugu, who was sitting at a long table, held a teacup and was silent.

Just opposite the middle-aged man, the little girl with silver hair and red eyes was looking at him with a complicated gaze.

Emiya Kiritsugu's face looked a little haggard, with two heavy dark circles under his eyes, and he looked tired.

Without him, the little girl in front of her, who is as delicate as a doll, is the 'reality' that middle-aged people have to face!

INTERVIEWER Now, what should I say?

Looking at Illya, whose face was uncertain, Emiya Kiritsugu's dry lips opened slightly, and then reunited.

The middle-aged man was speechless, as if something was blocking his throat and preventing him from making a sound.

Perhaps, I should have prepared well......

He couldn't help but secretly think in his heart that this unprepared meeting was too miscalculated.

Emiya Kiritsugu's hand holding the teacup was trembling slightly, and he didn't even notice that the hot tea was spilling on his hand.

I have imagined similar scenes in my mind and seen them countless times in my dreams. However, only when he really faced his daughter did he understand how heavy the long-suppressed guilt that had been buried in his heart for nearly ten years was! It intertwines with other emotions and forms a huge void in the mind.

Bang......

A dull ring.

Emiya Kiritsugu's forehead slammed heavily on the wooden table!

"I'm sorry."

The middle-aged man said in a hoarse voice.

After a long silence, he made his choice.

With such a simple sentence, can the estrangement between father and daughter due to years of not seeing each other erase the estrangement caused by years of not seeing each other?

This approach is too naïve! In fact, Emiya Kiritsugu is also well aware that this may not be of much use.

But, beyond that, he didn't think he had any other way to bridge the gap between the two.

Confess everything to your daughter, explain it, make Illya understand herself, fight for her understanding, and get back together?

The seemingly simple and perfect solution was vetoed by Emiya Kiritsugu as early as the beginning.

Compared with the torture she has endured over the years, the loneliness she has fallen into, all words are so pale and powerless!

As long as he looks at his daughter's eyes that are intertwined with sadness and anger, even if the middle-aged man has a thousand words, he will never be able to say half a sentence.

Therefore, the first words to her can only be 'I'm sorry', and it can only be 'I'm sorry'.

- Unexpected, but reasonable.

Emiya Kiritsugu's long-overdue apology is not just for Illya.

In the old days, middle-aged people had too many guiltes.

For that pursuit, in order to weave the dream of a righteous partner, he put everything on the scales and weighed everything with his own hands, and voluntarily fell into darkness, no longer being a neighbor of happiness.

Those who love him, those whom he loves, those who intersect, those who do not......

Looking back on the past, Emiya Kiritsugu has achieved nothing, and he is sorry for anyone who trusts him.

"Kiritsugu ......"

Facing the middle-aged man who was lying low in front of her, Illya showed a complicated expression that did not match her appearance.

She also thought more than once about what the other party would be like when she faced her father again.

And in those self-fantasies, there has never been a picture of this man burying his head and apologizing to himself in a low voice!

"Huh."

Her laughter was somewhat suppressed.

Sure enough, was it the news I got from Aunt Maiya before that affected my mentality?

Illya couldn't help but think in her heart.

Obviously full of anger towards this man, but, why, why can't he hate?

She looked at Kiritsugu Emiya, who had not looked up for a long time, and said no more.

The two sat silently opposite each other, falling into a constant silence......

Through the thin piece of paper pasted on the grid, this scene was caught in the eyes of the other two people outside the wooden door of the living room.

"Let's go......"

Kuyu Maiya stroked the door frame and sighed.

After a pause, she said to the young man who was peeking behind her, "Shirou, it's time for you to go to school." ”

"I understand."

The boy nodded to her.

Emiya Shirou is still very young, he does not have a lot of life experience, and he can even be said to be immature.

However, he is also very situation, and in this situation in front of him, no one can help them except the parties themselves!

Even if you stay and take care of it, it will not help, and it is very likely to have the opposite effect.

Thinking of this, Emiya Shirou suppressed the inexplicable complicated emotions in his heart, carried his schoolbag casually, and walked out the door......

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A messy head of seaweed-like blue hair, as if it hadn't been taken care of in a long time.

The gold chain around the neck and wrists, about the thickness of a thumb, sparkles in the morning sun.

The upper body is a floral shirt that is tight and swollen to show the muscle lines, and the lower body is wearing loose beach pants, flip-flops are casually put on the feet, and the bare chest muscles that are not buttoned reveal a cyan pattern of cyan lines.

Obviously wearing sunglasses to cover it, there is a scar on the face, and the ferocity still can't be concealed......

Shinji Maki stood at the door of the private Suigunhara Academy with nothing to do, unaware that he had scared many students.

His appearance is indeed not very elegant, and he also violates the school rules. However, due to the Neon Man's habit of not causing trouble casually, most people don't see it, let alone remind him. They would only pray that Shinji Makiri wouldn't trouble themselves, and at the same time bury their heads in the school, and they wouldn't even say hello to their 'classmates'.

- As for whether there will be teachers to take care of this idle matter and maintain school discipline?

Sorry, that's not realistic. In this privately run school, except for Mr. Taiga Fujimura, who has recently been on vacation, there is really no one who will risk being fired and come forward to educate the grandson of the first shareholder......

As the only heir to a large landlord in Fuyuki City and a super wealthy dog, Shinji Makiri is still a little privileged.

"Aha......"

Shinji Maki yawned and leaned against the wall like a salted fish.

And his inadvertent action directly frightened several students to speed up their pace and hurriedly walked into the school gate.

"What run?"

Shinji Maki glanced around, also feeling a little puzzled.

I don't know why, but since the end of last month, my classmates seem to be walking around me.

Whenever his eyes are on whom, he will quickly bury his head and run away at a speed of 100 meters.

Could it be ......

Am I too handsome?

Suddenly, Shinji Makiri, who was stroking his face, paused.

In the afterglow of his sunglasses, he caught a glimpse of a tuft of hair as red as a flame.

Here it comes! He had been waiting for someone all morning, and finally came.

Shinji Maki slowly straightened up, exhaled the turbid air in his chest, and took a deep breath.

He moved his strong legs and walked towards the red-haired young man without a trace of expression on his face.

The red-haired boy obviously sensed his intention, and didn't step forward, just stood still, watching Shinji Makiri's tall body slowly approach, and showed the same serious expression on his face.

The golden eyes met the eyes hidden under the sunglasses......

At this moment, the essence of Shinji Makiri's eyes flashed, and his body was wrapped in an amazing momentum, like a fierce tiger!

At this moment, the red-haired boy even put his hands on his waist, and he had already made a virtual movement.

However, what he didn't expect was that this humanoid tiger, which looked like a mad demon, actually rotated three hundred and sixty degrees in the air, and then crawled in front of him, shouting loudly like a bell.

"Nameless Lion and Tiger, Accept the Next !!!!!!!!!!!"