The white horse passed through the gap, and it passed for years.

On the evening of New Year's Day, a private woodland to the east of the new capital of Fuyuki.

Black hair and black eyes, with capable and refreshing short broken hair, a solemn expression, a handsome young man with some gloomy between his light eyebrows, wearing a black solemn suit, with his hands in his trouser pockets, stood quietly in front of the tombstone engraved with the name of Makimura Higashino.

The canopy turned from gray to black, very much like a large blanket spread out.

At a certain moment, countless white and crystal snowflakes fell, and the snow became heavier and heavier, and soon turned into goose feather snow.

Standing for a long time, the sixteen-year-old sighed lightly, took a step forward and dusted off all the snow that had fallen on the tombstone with his hands.

"I served you, I gave you such a red shot, but you gave me such a whole play, and before I was thirty-five years old, I was hollowed out by wine, and I had three highs, and I had a cerebral thrombosis, and finally I suddenly fell ill at that kind of messy party."

The simple tone is reproachful, helpless, and regretful, if I have spent a little time on magic exercises in the past few years, I think this kind of thing can be prevented.

Thinking of this, he sat down cross-legged and poured the high-grade shochu that had been opened in his hand into the wine glass in front of the tombstone.

"But this may also be fate, and you don't see anything to lose in your life, you have enjoyed everything you deserve, and you have got everything you deserve. Wealth, fame, beauties, luxury cars, yachts, big villas...... Do you feel like you're losing? If you still feel lost, you can tell me in your dreams, and tell me if there are any things you haven't enjoyed enough, and I will burn it for you! ”

Simply lifted the bottle and took two sips.

"Also, don't worry, I didn't even think about participating in the Holy Grail War I told you, not to mention how bad my magic foundation is, it's no good to participate in that thing.

There is no benefit, and there is a danger to my life, what will I do? I'm such a stupid person in your heart? Just because of this incident, I still breathed a sigh of relief in the end, and I didn't close my eyes when I didn't see it? ”

I feel that the tip of my nose is a little sour, and I simply raise my head to two or two.

In addition to taking advantage of the words, the two have never been called real father and son over the years.

But simple knows that Makimura Higashino does treat himself as a son.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been worried that he would participate in the Holy Grail War, so he didn't close his eyes with his last breath, so he had to arrive by himself and promise in his ear that he would never participate in the Holy Grail War.

"I still remember when I was seven years old, I told you that there are magicians in this world, and I want to learn magic, and you actually believed it directly, and you used your connections to find me teachers all over the world.

Just because of this, you were cheated out of a lot of money that year, hahaha, do you remember? And when I was ten years old, I had my birthday, and you took me to a nightclub!

Lao Mu, I just want to ask, what was going on in your mind at that time? Also, you love to drink so much, why don't you even allow me to drink a sip of beer and sparkling wine?

I just want to have a drink with you now, and I never get a chance again. And you are an unfilial son, and you have not been able to have a child for your family heirloom for more than 30 years! ”

Jian sat in front of the tombstone, alone for an unknown amount of time, until he drank all the bottles of high-grade soju he had brought, until the snow had accumulated a thick layer on his hair and shoulders.

In the end, the housekeeper who was waiting outside the cemetery couldn't stand it, walked in and reminded Jian that it was late at night, and asked two bodyguards with big shoulders and round waists to carry the drunk Jian back to the car.

"Lao Mu, don't be in a hurry to reincarnate, when I have a son in the future, you will directly cast on him! I'll be your father! ”

……

From Christmas Eve to the beginning of school on January 8, the annual vacation of nearly half a month is all used to deal with the aftermath of this contemporary Japanese singer.

Of course, the funeral is okay, just learn to deal with the Sakai spring water in a low-key manner, the trouble is that those paparazzi who are always wandering around their homes have let the bodyguards chase them many times, but they are still not missing.

In the end, I had no choice but to hold another press conference.

January 8, the night of the first day of school.

Fuyuki, Fukayama Town, Emiya House.

In the living room, Shirou Emiya, who had just eaten dinner made by a school girl who often came to help with housework, Sakura Makiri, who had washed the dishes and chopsticks, and Daiga Fujimura, the eldest sister of Shirou Emiya's childhood friend and current head teacher, curled up at the warm table and watched the press conference being played on the TV.

Because of the death of his idol, Fujimura Taiga's eyes have been swollen in recent days, and he doesn't seem to have much energy.

Every now and then, I choke with tears in my eyes for a while.

Looking at the TV bowing to the media, saying that he hoped everyone would see the grief of the family and not disturb it too much, Shirou always felt that this voice was somewhat familiar.

"Does the senior know that person?" Sakura asked curiously.

"I don't know, but I've heard them talk about it." Shirou shook his head and said, not saying that the simple voice always felt familiar to him, as if he had heard it somewhere.

"Does Yanagito-senpai know him?"

"Their junior high school is from the same junior high school, I heard Issei say that when he was in junior high school, he was forced by Sister Yinzi to ask Jian Jian for a signed photo, and the signed photo in Sister Fuji's hand was also helped by Yicheng."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shirou suddenly thought of something.

"Oh, Issei said Tosaka-san, too!"

"Huh? That's right. Sakura covered her mouth as if surprised.

"Well, to be honest, I didn't expect that even people like Tosaka-san would chase stars." Shirou nodded and said, mistakenly thinking that Sakura was really surprised, and he didn't know how much the other party had made waves in his heart because of this name.

It's late January.

Ten o'clock in the evening, Xindu.

In the modern magic workshop built under the villa at a great price, Jian Jian with his eyes closed is holding a spoon for Western food, carefully and attentively controlling every step of the [project].

Ripples suddenly appeared, completely enveloping the top of the spoon, and at the same time, fine sweat oozed from Simple Forehead.

"Material displacement cloister, established."

"Form displacement cloister, establishment."

"Material replacement, done."

"Form replacement, done."

"Import 3D Coordinates, Done..."

"Replacement is real...... Fail. ”

"Engineering, failure."

Jian opened his eyes, looked at the black fork in his hand that was twisted into a flower, smiled helplessly, and used the form displacement to change it back to the original silver spoon and sighed.

"Sure enough, no talent is no talent, four magic circuits that are only of medium quality, except for the replacement of the basic form of magic, you can't learn any other magic, or just give up magic and become an ordinary rich man?"

Jian also had some unrealistic fantasies after knowing that he would only replace the magic, such as that his replacement magic would be as awesome as Undsworth in the next world.

But the truth is that I have completely overthought it.

Even if it's a replacement magic, you will only be able to replace the basic form and the basic material in the foundation.

The former is to turn a spoon into a fork, or vice versa, the latter is to replace the material of a spoon or fork with an inferior material.

The rest will not be learned.

Combined with the complete deterioration replacement of the form replacement, it has never succeeded until now, and it will fail every time the last step comes.

"Time is so fast, the Fifth Holy Grail War is about to begin, and I'm almost forgetting the plot." Jian sighed, then smiled lightly and shook his head, "Why do I care about this, it's no good to participate, forget it." ”

At this moment, the mobile phone in hand suddenly vibrate.

Three large characters on the caller ID.

Flat Rin.