After struggling to block several attacks.

Emiya was knocked down by a sword.

After all, even a superhuman like Basaka would have a hard time facing this kind of projection attack.

Not to mention an Emiya who had given up kendo a long time ago, had limited exercise on weekdays, and was about to reach the bottom of his physical strength.

Being able to fight Qianzi Mingren to this moment is already amazing.

"It's really ironic..."

Qianzi Mingren looked at Wei Gong, whose breathing was confused and his movements were slow, and for some unknown reason, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

But at the same time.

An uncontrollable feeling of disappointment instantly ran through his entire body.

"Compared with the faith in my heart, the magic power dried up first, leaving you with the only weapon left. But in any case, Emiya Shirou's battle ends here."

Qianzi Mingren said coldly.

Behind him, a sword ready to strike appeared again.

Emiya greedily absorbed the air and enjoyed the rare moment of rest.

Then, he lowered his head and stood up with difficulty while asking.

"Archer, do you regret it?"

Faced with this sudden question.

Qianzi Mingren, who transformed into the 'heroic spirit Emiya', was stunned.

From the beginning of this fight until now, Emiya Shirou had never asked him a single word of his own initiative.

Even at the beginning.

When he told about his life experiences and left a dagger to let Emiya Shirou choose to 'commit suicide', the guy didn't say anything. In the end, despite Saber's obstruction, he used the excuse that 'this is his own battle'.

Walking towards him on his own.

did not expect.

The first question he asked turned out to be this.

"certainly."

Qianzi Mingren replied calmly.

Emiya, whose face was covered in blood, as if he had risen from hell, glanced at Qianzi Mingren, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Just when Qianzi Mingren looked strange.

He heard Emiya's answer.

"Really? Then, we are indeed not the same person."

While Qianzi Mingren's face was full of shock, Wei Gong's expression became extremely determined.

"Your idea is correct. I have known for a long time that there is no one in this world who can save everything. However, there is only one thing that cannot go wrong. There is absolutely nothing wrong with achieving this dream!"

"So, I won't regret it!"

"Even until the end, I am still a counterfeit, even until the end, I am just a hypocrite."

"I too...will never regret it!"

Visions began to appear from the sky.

If we look at the original Infinity Sword System, it was a world entirely constructed with dark tones.

So.

At this moment.

The dazzling cyan light cut through the world wrapped in thick yellow fog.

A new world full of hope emerged from behind Emiya Shirou.

This is the first time that Emiya has truly shown the mental world that belongs to his own body, rather than projecting the mental world that belongs to the 'Heroic Spirit Emiya' when he fantasizes about the future for the first time.

The data on one side of the meter is soaring crazily, while the data on the other side is dropping crazily.

Tamagawa Mika and others looked panicked.

Because they have never seen such a situation before, they don't know what to do next.

"Idiots, put aside your ridiculous actions and watch with your eyes wide open to see who is the final winner in this battle that continues till now!"

Jinjigal's words calmed the minds of the special effects team.

Although it was a bit unpleasant to be called an idiot, whoever is Kayaba Akihiko's friend must have a deeper understanding of the second system than they do.

but…

Sure enough, I’m still very unhappy!

Jinjigal was not in the mood to pay attention to the resentment of these mediocre people. He stared closely at Emiya in the distance.

"In a completed mental world, are you forcibly projecting another mental world?... Emiya Shirou, although this is an extremely boring man, but there are some aspects where there is merit."

——

The mental world is being eroded step by step.

As the projector, Qianzi Mingren showed no reaction.

He stared at the young man running towards him in astonishment, and what he just said echoed in his mind.

Memories fade away in a flash.

Qianzi Mingren struggled and roared.

"Disappear!"

The sword rain poured down again.

but.

The result has been different.

Emiya, who was using her body, was exhausted and wanted to run towards the Thousand Sons Ming Ren.

This persistence.

Shunsuke Kojima on the side was stunned for a moment.

He finally understood why Uncle Tanaka asked him to film this scene.

Although becoming a photographer is just an ideal for him at this stage, he doesn’t know if it will change due to reality in the future.

but.

no doubt.

If you have ideals, there must be nothing wrong with them.

"Come on! Director Emiya!"

Kojima Shunsuke no longer hesitated. The moment Emiya passed by the area in charge, he followed Emiya with the camera and rushed up to the sword hill.

Round after round of attacks were blocked.

Qianzi Mingren looked at the young man who was already close at hand.

In the eyes of a young man.

The flame of hope is bursting out.

When did I start to become what I am now?

And when exactly did he forget why he wanted to become a police officer?

One memory after another is gradually awakened.

Qianzi Mingren finally saw the child hidden deep in his memory.

"When I grow up, I want to become a policeman like this hero who has saved countless people!"

The children shouted loudly.

He was holding a newspaper in one hand and pointing to the picture in the newspaper with the other hand. He was a man in hell, but he saved others.

There was a light called 'longing' in his eyes.

yes.

When we were young, because of various things, with varying degrees of longing, we loudly said that we wanted to be a police officer, a doctor, a scientist, a teacher...

Some people give up on the way to realize their ideals, some people change their ideals on the way, and some people, like myself, gradually become disappointed after realizing their ideals.

but.

so what?
To be continued...