The collapsed beams and broken walls, the ink-colored ruins, were blown by the natural wind, and the dust was mixed into the turbid air, and then there was the soft murmur of individuals.
"Emiya Kiritsugu, I originally thought that I should be different from you." The words that sounded like self-mockery came from a young man. He sat on the somewhat dirty ground with his back tightly leaning against the collapsed wreckage behind him, while holding nicotine in his hand that was harmful to health and kept pumping it back and forth into his mouth. .
Until the nicotine turned into layers of ash and fell to the ground. No matter how much he swallowed, he could not absorb a trace of nicotine in his lungs. He timidly threw away the burned cigarette butt in his hand and continued talking to himself.
"In the end, I can't change anything. When you use the gun in your hand, you at least know that you can save peopleor you think you are righteous, but what about me? I don't even know why I kill now."
Becoming a partner of justice I have to say that this is an already pathological ideal, at least this is how young people understand it. Good or bad? Justice and evil? Who can distinguish these clearly? Kill one person to save a hundred people, kill a group of people to save a country.
In the endsave a world and kill everyone? Don't be ridiculous This kind of justice kills one and saves a hundred people! This kind of justice piled up with the number of lives! This kind of unrealistic justice is not what he wants. But he did it, and he did it more thoroughly
"Bang" A smell of gunpowder filled the air, and with the sound, the collarbone of his left shoulder was penetrated by a bullet, and the blood spurted out and stained his whole body, but this did not make him die immediately.
"I didn't expect that there would be fish that slipped through the net." He stared at the wounds that could cause the death of ordinary people, and there was a hint of complexity on his face. "It's a pity that I haven't seen my adopted son and daughter. How about dying here?"
There was no relief and no feeling of survival. He picked up the wife-like Wase in his hand again, dragged his disabled body and slowly stood up, finishing his last soliloquy.
¡°I don¡¯t want the sacrifices I¡¯ve made to achieve justice to be in vainand I¡¯m not a half-assed magician like I used to be.¡±
This young man¡¯s name is Emiya Kiritsugu, a Saibei who has traveled through time, a pathetic person who clearly disagrees but has to take the path of ¡®justice¡¯.
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The air is a bit humid, nomaybe it cannot be described as humid. Even without having to specifically feel it, Emiya Kiritsugu could still feel the deep chill on his face. This feeling was like being in a snowy winter. But the only good thing was that the cold part was only concentrated on his face, and with his own sense of touch, he could clearly see that a thick quilt was covering him.
Being saved This was what he was thinking at the moment. For ordinary people, having the collarbone pierced and losing a lot of blood would be fatal. This principle also applies to magicians, especially those who are not good at healing magic
"Finally woke up?" The voice that came directly into his mind made Kiritsugu frown and feel a little scared.
It¡¯s not that you¡¯re frightened by the abrupt conversation method. Most magic can achieve barrier-free communication without words. What was really scary and shocking was the identity of the owner of this voice Some kind of intuition told him that the person he was talking to was Alaya, one of the highest beings in the world.
"There is no need to be surprised or suspicious, ant. Your survival is not due to luck. The fragments after the silence of the origin of evil are scattered all over the fantasy world. I believe that as the 'source', you should be able to recover them."
"What is the origin of evil?" Kiritsugu racked his brains and seemed to have thought about this question. He was extremely sensitive to the meaning of the word evil.
"That is the truth, an existence that you cannot understand."
"Then what is the 'source'? What are the fragments? Why do you want me to collect them?"
A series of questions, and then the voice of the Supreme Being in my mind fell completely silent. There was silence for a long time. When Kiritsugu felt that the other party could not give him an answer, he finally got a response.
"You have too many questions, but I can indeed answer the reason why I asked you to collect the fragments of the source of sin because this is for you to atone for your sins. If sin breaks out, many people will die."
Atonement! It's really funnybut why can't I laugh?
Suddenly wanting to laugh at himself, Kiritsugu seemed to think of the past, a childhood where he had dreams to look forward to, a righteous partner This long-forgotten dream began to echo in his mind.
When did you forget this? After killing his father? Or after killing the adoptive mother? Kiritsugu's head started to feel a little knotty
It doesn¡¯t matter when you forget your dream. You just know that in the end, you will kill the living people around you crazily and carelessly as if you have cursed ¡®justice¡¯. Dream! Crazy! I seem to be a little awake.
"Can we save a lot of people by collecting those fragments? And we don't have to die?"
"Yes, no one has to die, everyone will be happyas long as you clean up these debris in time."
"I see."
ps: This is a story that comes on a whim, please give me some comments