[ "How...?" Matou Shinji spat out blood, staring at Emiya Shirou in disbelief. "How did you know?!"
He couldn't fathom how Shirou had detected him sneaking up behind him.
"Didn't you say it yourself?" Shirou replied calmly. "Your tentacles can move even when severed. That thing crawling around was just a decoy—a cover without a body."
As soon as the voice fell, Emiya Shirou drew out the spiral sword, and Matou Shinji also fell from the wall and landed heavily on the ground in the courtyard.
After falling to the ground, Shinji scrambled forward desperately, his face twisted with terror, and said:
"No... I don't want to die! Please... I don't want to die...!!"
Looking at the arrogant Matou Shinji just now, Shirou's expression hardened as he glared down at him: "Sakura felt the same way just moments ago."
Hearing Shirou Emiya's words, Matou Shinji suddenly turned his head, showing an angry expression, and said loudly: "Don't preach to me! Of course, I know that kind of thing!! No one in this world wants to die—that's why Julian-sama..."
Suddenly, Shinji froze, realization dawning on his face. He looked up at the sky, his madness giving way to clarity.
"Damn it... Now that things have come to this, I finally remember everything... Hahahahahahaha..." Matou Shinji laughed at himself.
He gripped the snow beneath his fingers, his voice trembling with regret. He said unwillingly: "What Julian-sama?! Damn it... I've already reached my limit!!"
Looking at Matou Shinji's appearance, Emiya Shirou had no mercy in his eyes. Silently projecting a weapon.
After Matou Shinji figured it out, he sighed and said calmly: "Kill me, Emiya."
Emiya Shirou had no intention of showing any mercy. Without saying a word, he swung the weapon in his hand and slashed at Matou Shinji.
Matou Shinji was very calm at this moment. He turned his head and said to Shirou Emiya: "Remember this feeling clearly. You'll kill many more people soon. I've had enough."
Matou Shinji spit out blood again and fell to the ground. He had reached his limit, but before he died, he looked at Shirou Emiya and continued: "I will wait for you in hell first."
Blood trickled from his lips as he added bitterly: "I'll wait for you in hell first."
With those final words, Shinji transformed into a lifeless puppet.
"Is this a puppet?" Shirou Emiya looked at the puppet, frowned slightly, and then thought of what Sakura Matou said before.
"My brother died a long time ago."
Shirou Emiya was silent for a moment. He looked at Shinji Matou who had turned into a puppet: "Is this the displacement magecraft..."
After speaking, Shirou Emiya picked up the assassin card.
Shirou Emiya looked at the card and remembered what Shinji Matou said before he died...
He murmured softly. "I may not even be able to go to such a place."
With renewed resolve, Shirou pressed onward. He still had a sister to save—and stopping wasn't an option.
The scene shifted, revealing Miyu's awakening and confronting Julian....]
"You must save your sister,"
Tanjiro Kamado said firmly, his voice brimming with conviction.
"No matter what the reason, she's your family. Even if you have to walk through hell, do it!"
Tanjiro understood Shirou's feelings all too well. Nezuko was his sole source of strength—his only spiritual support. If anyone dared take her away, a human or evil ghost, he'd risk everything to bring her back.
"Can't even reach hell..."
Ichigo Kurosaki muttered, watching Shirou's unwavering determination on-screen.
Empathy flickered in his eyes. Like Shirou, Ichigo had faced impossible odds and made sacrifices for those he cared about.
Watching him walk forward, his eyes were more determined than ever before, and the confusion in his eyes disappeared.
"You must have made up your mind..."
Ichigo observed quietly.
At the same time, in the Las Noches, Aizen's mouth corners slightly raised, his eyes showed admiration, and said:
"This level of resolve... Only with such conviction can one surpass their limits. Let's see how far you can go, Shirou Emiya. it's getting more interesting."
~JoJo's Bizarre Adventure World Golden Wind Timeline~
"Shirou Emiya has already won,"
Giorno Giovanna declared confidently, his tone upbeat despite the dire circumstances.
Guido Mista raised an eyebrow skeptically.
"Why do you say that? Based on the current situation, he's clearly at a disadvantage. Even if he installed a Heroic Spirit, it's just a random card activated by chance. Plus, he's inexperienced compared to others."
And before that, Shirou Emiya was just an ordinary person.
Even if he got the power of a Heroic Spirit, he could not compare with others in combat experience. Why did Giorno judge that Shirou Emiya had won?
Giorno turned to Mista, his golden eyes shining with certainty.
"Servant cards might act as substitutes, but when power levels are equal, what matters most is faith. And Shirou Emiya has something none of his opponents possess—a steadfast belief in protecting his sister."
Mista nodded slowly, beginning to understand Giorno's perspective.
~Type-Moon World in the Fifth Holy Grail War Timeline~
"If you can't even reach hell... does that mean you've abandoned humanity and chosen Miyu?"
"You gave up being a partner of justice? No wonder I lent him my power."
Red A[Emiya] smiled with relief. He hated all the partners of justice, so why did he lend him his power?
Because Shirou Emiya in another world made a different choice.
Given the ideals he inherited, he only wanted to be Miyu's partner of justice.
"So, keep working hard... Emiya Shirou,"
Red A[Emiya] whispered, his voice tinged with approval.
Meanwhile, Shirou and Saber sat in the courtyard, reflecting on the man who had lost everything—including his sanity.
"Giving up on being a partner of justice..."
Shirou murmured, his thoughts heavy.
~Magical Girl Illya Worldline~
Miyu looked at her brother who was determined not to even reach hell, and tears gradually appeared in her eyes.
Why didn't she resist in the past and run away from that place without struggling?
Memories of her past flooded back, shaking her once-calm heart.
"If I had fought back then... maybe we could've escaped together. Maybe my brother wouldn't..."
Thinking of this, Miyu couldn't help but clench his fists... tightly as guilt and sorrow overwhelmed her.