Emiya Kiritsugu história

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-Sometime, somewhere-

"Kerry, you do know the derivation of this island's name, right?"

Shirley asked while leisurely handling the creaking cars wheel.

The boy sitting on the co-driver seat called Kerry, about to reply "Not really", began

shaking intensely like about to bite his tongue.The pick-up truck both were driving was a vehicle so antique as to think it came

from the times when coaches were running out of use, and even more, the road

they were driving on now was not a pavement road but a bad road among the

jungle. Even an ox-cart would have to slow down on these roads, but even more,

the shaking when sitting on the tough seats was the same of a boat in a storm.

Although being a discontinued piece of junk, this one belonged to one of the no

more than four precious vehicles on the Arimago Island. Actually, in the Arimago

Island with no more than a fishing village in the creek, with a few 30 houses, to

begin with, people who need a car are uncommon. The people troubled with living

without a vehicle are probably just the family of the boy, and the coming and going

maid, Shirley. In the retired house of the boy's family, far away from the fishing

village, there were no other transportation facilities but the worn-out truck.

"Arimago... was it of a crab?"

Shirley nodded to the answer of the boy.

"Long ago, this island was a place that presented an offering to a deity of the sea.

There was a time when a girl who didn't have anything to feed her sick mother,

unconsciously laid her hands on the offering to the god, then she was cursed and

changed her shape into that of a river crab."

"It's a terrible story, isn't it?"

"After that, it was told that if you eat a crab caught on this island, it would cure any

disease. The mother of the girl as well, with that was recovered of her long illness."

"Even worse. It is an outrageous god, right."

He was surprised, but, being a local tale it wasn't rare, it was legend according to

the temperature. If one would look for a similar tale, one would get to find such in

some other place in the world.

"This, about the shrine where people deified this god..."

"It isn't anymore. If it really were one, I don't really know. According to rumors it

seems it was right were Kerry's mansion is now built."

Then, the girl that was turned into a crab, would she really have made her way to

the heart of this deep jungle only for especially stealing the offering? It would have

been much comforting just going to the beach and caught fishes.

"That all the people of the village wouldn't get close to the mansion is that's fault.

That's an ominous place. If you come and go too much, you'd get cursed. I feel

threatened as well."

"But that!... then, what about me who's living there?"

"It's because Kerry is a foreigner that you don't sense it. But even then, at the

village don't they see you as my little brother?"

When hearing to 'little brother' there was of course this unsatisfaction about the

answer, but actually the young boy, in contrast to his secluded father whom hasn't

give a single step out of the mansion, would definitely take the ride in the truck with

Shirley to do the shops and various tasks almost every day going to the fishing

village in the creek.

He had spent almost a year after reaching to this island. And now, if any of the

island inhabitants would see the boy, they could easily raise his voice to him. At the

beginning he would just get into fights with the other boys of the village, butrecently it was common for him to get together to them and make pranks.


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He was in a strange land remotely separated from his home land but even then the

boy liked this Arimago Island.

At the very beginning of having moved to this island, he was resigned to the

unchanged same boring every days, but the dazzling southern sun, the multicolored

changing sea sparkling, at sometime captivated his heart.

But the boy wanted to think about his father who didn't give a single step out of themansion with any guests, that he was enjoying his living in here the same as the

boy."If father would stick more the people at the village, it surely would be a bit

different..."

"Yeah, how would it be..."

While skillfully handling the steering wheel to pass a big rock sticking out of the

road, Shirley projected a bitter smile.

"It must be because Father Simon sees him as an enemy. I'm also always receiving

lectures. If I would work in that mansion, sooner or later I'd be possessed by a

demon."

"Is it so."

When the boy knew that the always gentle Father Simon, on the other side speaks

that way about his father, he felt not just a little down. It can't be helped. Instead,

he should feel relieved that it ended only to that extent. Supposing that Father

Simon would get to know all about the behaviors of the boy's father, surely both

father and son would end in the situation of escaping from the island.

Shirley tapped her lower back and showed him a silver ornamental knife placed

inside a sheath on her belt.

"Look, this knife. Father Simon pressed me to never separate this from my body. To

protect myself from a miracle."

"You always use that one for peeling fruits, don't you?"

"Well, that's because it cuts fine and it's easy to use. Even so it's a precious

treasure."

Shirley, whom continued to the last with a familiar tone, differently from the boy,

nobody could have felt any gloom in her behavior.

"Shirley, you are not afraid? About my father?"

To the question the boy asked a bit timidly, Shirley nodded.

"Since I understand well that he isn't a normal person, I think it's not unreasonable

for the village people to think that he is strange. If you hold these kinds of

investigations, I say it can't be helped that you end moving away from the city to a

remote island. And then exactly because of that he is an awesome person. Your

father."

When getting to the topic of his father, for some reason Shirley's mood would turn

very adult-like. Being only 4 years older from the boy, she couldn't yet be called in

anyway an adult woman.

"His knowledge and his discovering, any one you take is that immense to turn the

world upside down by the roots. To be afraid about it is only natural, therefore it

can't be helped for it to be held in secret... but actually I always think, if I would get

the chance to make use of such power, how would I do?"

"... Could it be, such thing?"

"I'm giving up on that way, but Kerry, if it's you, I think you could."

Being told so with a serious look, the boy instead fell discouraged.

"What do you mean? Weren't you father's favorite pupil? Would it be Shirley instead

who'd get to that?"

The Shirley who passed by the mansion not only does domestic shores and various

jobs; the boy knows the she also helps his father in his work. In the past, his fatherfound this girl named Shirley far too smart and talented shining in this island. For


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his father, being an occultist person, to appoint a responsibility to such person, she

must have been really remarkable.

But this Shirley herself gave a great frank laughter and shook his head.

"I'm not any kind of pupil. At the most I'm only a helper. Odd jobs. To give a hand.

That said, I'm not really taught any principal fundaments.

But Kerry, don't misunderstand it, you are your father's successor. The investigationyour father is now standing, everything, he is now only making the preparations for

one day succeed them all to you. Just, now it's just way too early."

"..."

Being earnestly told so with Shirley's familiar tone, like a real big sister worrying

about his little brother, the boy hesitated and fell caught in complicated thoughts.

Not remembering about his mother who passed to another world right after he was

born. What was called for the boy as family was for him only his father. Eccentric

and strict, but, even then he was a nice and a great father. He was the human the

boy respected the most in the entire world.

Therefore, at the beginning, the boy's heart was in upheaval when he discovered

that the father he admired the most favored an assistant more than his own son.

There was a time when he looked adversely for Shirley to come to the mansion. But

Shirley's cheerful temperament and gentleness moved his heart, that's why that

time didn't last long.

It seems his family had increased in one member. Shirley respected the boy's father

as if it was his own father, therefore seeing that boy as her real brother made them

through cute difficulties. For the mother-less boy, it was natural for the existence of

a sister to carry an especially big meaning.

No... Was it really only that? That question had recently grown uneasiness on the

boy.

Shirley's gentleness, cheerfulness, cleverness, he knew them well. But it wasn't only

that, her unconcerned gestures... For example, her profile now while handling the

steering wheel humming... such her prettiness to make him lose his bearings, why

exactly is that?

"And Kerry, into what kind of man would you like to grow? If you'd succeed your

father's work, how would you like use it?"

"... eh?"

The absentminded boy was suddenly stroke by Shirley's question.

"It's the power to change the world. Someday you are gonna obtain it."

"..."

Father's inheritance. If he would say he hadn't thought about that it would be a lie.

Its value, its significance, in itself he understand them.

About his usage of course...

But putting that in words, particularly in front of Shirley, makes him hesitate. He

was reluctant to be laughed at it being childish. Above all coming from her.

"... That's, a secret."

"Mmm?"

After sending him a prank like flirtatious look, Shirley laughed cheerfully.

"Then, what Kerry is gonna do when he grows an adult, you'll make me assure it

with my own eyes. Until then I'll be the whole time next to you, is that fine?"

"... Do as you like."

Feeling very ashamed, the boy hid his look.

Almost to nod be able to do so, for him the elder girl's smiling face was far too

dazzling.

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Natalia Kaminski. The woman introduced herself.

Covered with a raincoat unbalanced to a tropical southern country, even then she

didn't look like sweating a single drop. Her expressionless face showed her cold-

heartedness. Would blood be flowing in her? Or would she have a normal person's

body temperature? Those kinds of things were suspicious.That was the appearance of the person who brought the boy out of the

pandemonium scene.

"So, boy, it's already about time for you to answer my question."

With his backed turned to the woman's cold voice, the boy stared at the far scene of

the burning fallen fishing village.

The village that just yesterday was peaceful. The village that just a few hours ago

were peacefully sleeping under the moonlight now is in fire. Looking down the scene

from the clef meeting the bay he wanted to believe, that it was nothing but a bad

nightmare.

All the gentle faces he had seen there would not come back anymore... Somehow

he understood.

"What is happening?"

To the boy asking with a dry voice, Natalia snorted.

"I made the question first. Boy, isn't it time to get back to sanity?"

"..."

The boy shakes his head. Even if he would own her his life, ever while he doesn't

have the answer to his own question, he wasn't in place to speak a single word.

From an obstinate silence, could Natalia have grasped his intention? After letting

out a pleased tiresome sigh, she disinterestedly started to explain.

"Now, the struggling guys down there are two groups. One way they are the

Church's agents.

They are different from the nice Father you know. They are guys who

unquestionably believe that according to the sin committed against God, kill them

all now it's right. Of course, if they'd find a vampire they would have no mercy.

Killing without leave anything that sucks blood, without the allowance to

differentiate them one by one, if it is something that may suck blood, they must kill.

In other words, this time these guys have absolutely no allowance.

But on the other side, the Association, have the explanation a bit more difficult...

who brought forth that strange thing the vampires in the first place, they want to

grasp those secrets by themselves. Naturally, since "by themselves" is as well a

fundamental aspect, they would kill anybody else who could grasp their

circumstances until leaving nobody. They mouths are sealed. The evidences

suppressed. Don't do it thoroughly makes no sense.

Now, because of the boy, you have great look. The habitants who are going to get

away from their big cleaning are, probably limited to you."

Perhaps Natalia didn't assume about him, she just, easily... the boy understood that

situation. Why such a dangerous person would have came to this Arimago Island, he

was just considering about that whole story.

The boy begged for help to Father Simon, who finding about that contacted to

another mediator.

When that communication reached outside the island, by some process somewhere,

reached to the ears of people who should have never heard that communication.

Leaving aside the whole story, the one who was the beginning of it all was

undeniably... the boy himself.

If the boy would have granted Shirley's supplication, taken courage, and gouged theknife into his beloved woman's heart, this terrible spectacle wouldn't have


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happened.

If he would have done so, what kind of hollow would have opened in his soul, and

could he have slept restfully ever again, and... Everything would have ended and

any other person wouldn't have died.

For the boy it was the same as if he would have turned in fire that very dear place.

"... And you, whose ally are?""I'm a salesman from the Association. My job is to stealthy maintaining the "secret"

they want, and sell them over to them. Of course the business has to be before it

turns into this matter. This time I departed a little late."

Natalia, distantly shrugging her shoulders, surely would have seen such scenes

many times. The woman of the black coat, like an impregnate smell, leaved the

presence of death and fire."Then boy, let's go back to the starting point. It's about

time for you to answer my question.

If I ask for the crest's bearer... does it ring a bell? Well, anyway. The evil magician

cause of this time's vampire disturbance must be right now hiding somewhere in

this island. Do you happen to know something about him?"

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This place was but a prequel, but for some reason, it could also be said to be the

core.

Kerry is not the right name of the boy.

Born form a foreign remote country, his name was for the people in this land

extremely hard to pronounce. At the very beginning it was Shirley who abbreviated

his name into Kerry, and then that was his name established amongst the island

inhabitants. The boy also, instead of being called 'Keritougu' with a strange

pronunciation he'd rather prefer, half given up, the abbreviated form.

The right one is Kiritsugu.

A magic crest's bearer magi, he was Emiya Norikata's legitimate child.

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In the deep night, the father received with a relieved expression to Kiritsugu who

had got back to his home in the heart of the jungle.

"Aah Kiritsugu, you were safe. Really that's so fine."

His father looked his face and embraced him. So long in the past to not remember

how many years were since he could feel his father's hands on both his shoulders.

For his stubborn father, to expose feelings that way, it hasnt happened even a few

times. With only that, they didn't really need to feel their kept ordinary feelings to

each other.

After realizing his arms, the father's expression turned about and inexpugnably

questioned Kiritsugu.

"I'm sure I seriously told you before to absolutely not get past away from the barrier

of the forest today. Why did you break my order?"

"... I was worried about Shirley."

In the instant the girl's name came out, the father hid his eyes awkwardly. Only with

that gesture, he already assured far too much the precedence of the next

happenings.

"Dad, do you know what happened to her body? Because of that you ordered me to

not go outside, right?"

"About that girl, it's really a pity. Since the reagent was dangerous, I told her to

never touch it, but. It seems she didn't win to curiosity."His tune had turned sour but, in it there was no regret or shame. Just like telling off


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Eventually, Kiritsugu spent the following years under the guidance of Natalia

Kaminski. Naturally Natalia didn't make any allowance nor had any affection in

bringing up Kiritsugu even being just a boy orphan. Inevitably, Kiritsugu was used

as any other worker, but this was just what he desired.He forged by himself what Natalia taught him, which is to say, the same path of

Natalia... that is, with no other determination, spend the life as a "hunter".

To Kiritsugu who had not yet been exposed to the reality of the whole world, was

soon after well informed. The tragedy at the Arimago Island was never a rare event;

in the obscure regions of this world it repeats over and over as a fooly everyday

occurrence.

The Magi, devoted to the seeking for truth, are willing to spread these disasters.

Then there is a second organization to control these cases under secret that uses no

allowance for their means. As any frequent occurrence, they go secretly into their

concealing, developing into these conflicts. There is the work in which Natalia has

established.

Having consigned to oblivion to a magi such as Emiya Norikata to avert the

reoccurrence of a tragedy was the pretext to travel this far... it was almost like just

scooping out a drop of water in the ocean, it was a vain measure.

That day, he could think he understood the real value of having killed his father by

his own hands...

Then, hunting and killing all the heretic magi the same like to his father, finally he

discovered his only way of salvation.

Executor of magic crest bearers.

Hound dog haunting the irrational magi. If he would be that kind of person, he

would live constantly in the battle field, eve then the boy was determinate without a

doubt.

Without belonging to an association, Natalia was a perfect freelancer that targeted

a haunted rewarded bounty like a trophy. What she set as targets are those crest's

bearer magi secluded away from the control of the Association while carrying

valuable investigations and seeking the truth in secrecy. Differing from the Holy

Church whom acted reluctant of any kind of judgment or interrogation, the

Association made the first priority the insurance of the investigation's results.

And what was particularly important was the Magic Crest carved on the magis

bodies. Intensified with the weight of many generations, it carved the inherited path

of the magic into their fleshes to entrust their pursuits under generations.

As Natalia had negotiated with the Association, she inherited a part of Emiya

Norikatas Magic Crest into his son Kiritsugu. Belonging to an important place along

with the Association, even when the Magi Crest extract that Emiya Norikata

entrusted to his son was just a vestige of no more than the 20 percent, it was

enough to give Kiritsugu a good place as a magi. Since the beginning Kiritsugu

didnt have any intention to follow his fathers pursuit as it was his will.

Kiritsugu was taught from Natalia not to live the life of magi, but instead just to use

the magic as a method.

The technique of persecution; the technique of murder; the usage of many different

kinds of weapons A hound dogs isnt a single fang. To persecute and bring down

a trophy under any kind of environment and conditions, it was necessary for him to

acquire one by one many techniques and skills.In a sense, that was the very last border of the humankinds knowledge. Kiritsugu


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gathered the knowledge about the technology of murder that the humans had spent

so much history and knowledge in polishing for haunting those beasts of ones same

appearance.

The years covered in blood and gunpowder passed by flying.

The adolescence, the most emotional period of ones life, for Kiritsugu goingthrough experiences and trainings far too severe, it had already remain not a single

trace of the boys innocence in his face. Together with being an oriental person of

unknown age, he was recorded as an adult in three different false passports, and he

had used them without being questioned a single time.

Even if they were people who would pay attention to his stature or his hair thinness,

the melancholy of his death cold eyes would make unthinkable that he could be a

teenager.

That day

When his teacher and partner Natalia faced her worst danger to her life, he steadily

carried out his duty without any trace of feeling from his face.

As in his heart he was disturbed by impatience and oscillation, for Kiritsugu there

was not a single way to protect Natalia. Now, here combat place was more than

3000 feet above in the sky inside a passenger jumbo-jet.

The very beginning of it started with the persecution of the magi called the

Demonic Bees User, Od Volsack.

As having successfully changed into The Dead was already limiting, by means of his

bee familiars poisonous stings he could boundlessly increase the number of Ghouls

under his subordination, and even more, having changed his face and

impersonating an ordinary person, he had for a long time suppressed any news

about him.

Four days ago they received the information that he was going to take an Air Bus

3000 from Paris to New York. Natalia boldly challenged herself into this extremely

complicated seek and hunt of a target of unknown name and appearance in

between 287 passengers.

And her partner Kiritsugu didnt ride the plane, but instead he went ahead to New

York following a promising information source; he was entrusted the duty of pursue

the track to unveil Volsacks disguise. While both teacher and student kept a close

communication from sky to ground, above in the hermetic midair, calmly, steadily,

she was narrowing down to the seat of the trophy.

Approximately three hours since the takeoff the murder itself was achieved

unexpectedly fast. But instead that was nothing but the real tragedys opening.

Volsack deceived the custom house and brought the Demonic Bees inside the

plane, which turned into an unexpected fatal result. The bees of the man Natalia

had killed were stinging one by one the passengers; in the twinkling of an eye,

every seat had changed into a hell prevailed by the Ghouls.

With nowhere to escape in the lockout midair, being attacked by the unlimitedly

augmenting Ghouls, for Natalia was a desperate situation. Listening by the radio to

the situation worsening moment by moment, with nothing he could do, even then

Kiritsugu never abandoned the possibility of Natalias survival.

The great rule that Natalia had instructed over and over again to Kiritsugu No

matter what happens, you survive without choosing your methods, Kiritsugu firmly

believed that that creed would bring this time as well the means of escape to the

experienced haunter woman. Already settled in front of the outskirts radio that has

been 2 hours in deep silence, he was just quietly awaiting for his partners news.Soon, when the stars of the night sky would begin to fade in the cyan of dawn,


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suddenly the tired voice of the woman broke the silence and started to reach

noisily.

Do you listen? Boy didnt you fall asleep?

Loud and clear, Natalia. Its for both a tough morning after a sleepless night,

right?

If you would have been peaceably sleeping in bed last night I would have wantedto strangle you to death well, good news and bad news, what do you want to start

listening?

After a dry laughter Natalia asked abruptly.

Havent we promised to start with the good news?

Ok. First Ill tell you something that will cheer you; to begin with, Im alive. The

plane is without damage as well. A while ago I assured myself in the cockpit. That

both the captain and the co-pilot are in their deathbeds is something to shed tears

on, but if it is a pilot, I can handle it. But finally the deal is about, if these are the

same essentials of a Cessna, Ill manage somehow or another.

What about the communication with the control tower?

Got them. But at the beginning they thought it was a prank. Theyll escort me

gently.

then, the bad side?

Mm In the end, the only one that ended unbitten was I. Each one of the 300

passengers without leaving a single one turned into Ghouls. Right to the other side

of the shot out door of the cockpit is already a flying death town. Dont shiver.

Kiritsugu assumed the worst and then, he was prepared for the condition of one in

a thousand chances.

In that condition, you will come back alive?

Well first the door is pretty rigid. Just now they are desperately pulling it, but Im

not worried that it even breaks Instead, the landing makes me more insecure. Will

I really be able to treat this giant machine?

If its you, youll manage. Surely.

Are you trying to encourage me? Im glad.

After a stiff laugh she gave a powerless sigh.

To get to the airport I must still have some 50 minutes. Its been too long of

praying Boy, do me partner of conversation a while.

I dont mind.

So, they started a foolish conversation. First, they began with the information since

two hours ago when the communication ceased, they talk about how she dealt after

Volsacks death, then naturally, about the magi and The Dead they had dealt with in

the past and the carnage scenes they had prevented along with it.

Usually Natalia doesnt talk a lot, but today she was exceptionally talkative. With

the groaning voices of the Ghouls in the passenger seats, and the sound of them

hitting the cockpits door over and over, averting oneself from it and keep talking

like that, he thought it was the best to do.

When I first told you I wanted you to help me in this business, it was a real pain

in the head. I was surrendering about how should I ask you about it, right?

Was I such a no expectative disciple?

No, thats wrong I had far too much expectation in you. Way too far.

Along with an especially dry bitter laugh, Natalia confessed that.

What does that mean?

Its about moving your fingers detached from your heart its a preparation the

regular hit men obtain after several years. You had that since the beginning. Its anoutrageous nature.


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But hey, choosing an occupation following ones character not necessarily limits to

be a blessing. If brilliant people trespass a certain line, not caring for their will or

their feelings, they decide the route of their life. If a human turns like that its their

end. If their turn into acting not thinking of What I want to do but What do I have

to do, they are merely a machine, a mere phenomenon. Far away from any way oflife.

The words of the teacher that had watched him grow were being deeply impressed

in his heart as cold frost.

I, well I had thought you were a much colder person.

Whats that after all this time? Isnt it just like that? Did I ever spoil you even a

single time?

Right; you always were strict and never went easy You really raised me without

omitting anything.

To discipline a boy, isnt that the role of a normal father?

Next to the communicator, after Natalia shut her lips for a while, while mixing a sigh

like of having been surprised of something, she earnestly confessed.

When its you, it seems I was the cause that snatched away that chance from you.

Well, how to say it its not that I didnt feel any drawing back.

Its because I wasnt taught any other way of living its what Natalia, with a

sensation like mocking herself, added with a laugh.

You, had the intension to play as my father?

Dont misunderstand men with women, impertinent. At least fix your words to

mother.

Right. Sorry.

Kiritsugu answered with a light tone, but he didnt have such allowance no more.

Apologizing like that, with a grazed voice, was to his bigger efforts. Through the

radio conversation, without seeing each others face, naturally, you cant either see

the others expression. Thats probably why Kiritsugus current mental state wasnt

transmitted to Natalia.

For a long time I spent my bloody stench every day by my own. To the extent of

forgetting I was completely lonely.

Thats why, well Humph, in itself it was a funny thing. Together, like families.

Me too

Even while hearing an indifferent voice inside of his chest saying just what meaning

it had to reveal that in a time like this, even then Kiritsugu continued speaking.

Me too, I entirely thought about you as like a mother. I was glad not to be by

myself.

Hey there Kiritsugu, Stop saying things that will make it embarrassing when we

just meet again.

In Natalias voice, he could relatively trace a color truly close to bewilderment. She

also wasnt used herself to be feeling shy.

Aa, come on, this is going nuts. Even when in just about 20 minutes Ill be landing

around there. And if in the last moments Id fail for being laughing while

reminiscing, Id be dead.

Sorry. Its my bad.

It was a meaningless word of apologize.

Natalia didnt need to be concerned about here reaching the runway.

She also wasnt going to meet Kiritsugu again.

Only Kiritsugu understood that.

In the moment when she didnt kill the Ghouls, anticipating their propagation,Kiritsugu accepted the idea that she was not going to come back alive. A plane


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covered with corpses, with no pilot, has no more than just crushing into the ocean.

The erasure of the Demonic bees user Volsack ended by making sacrifice of the

lives of Natalia Kaminski and every other passenger of the plane Kiritsugu had the

intention to put up with that conclusion with a sour feeling of achievement.

Even then, for Kiritsugu it wasnt that he would be making light of the strong power

his teacher Natalia shows in the eleventh hour. For her who uses the samepersistent creed No matter what, survive, Kiritsugu didnt overlook the possibility

that she would keep herself safe after a plane crushing, even if the possibilities

were 10000 to 1 He already predicted the worst scenario.

Natalia, putting her life in first priority, would not doubt in bringing that result.

She would land the passenger jet filled with 300 Ghouls, and the hungry swarm of

corpses would be released in the airport If Natalia doesnt have any other wishes

than surviving, she would surely carry that out. Because Kiritsugu knew that of her,

he frantically made preparations to prevent that 10000 to 1 condition.

If he thinks of preventing the disaster from expanding further he must not let by

any means the Air Bus A300s landing.

However that would turn to Natalias welfare, that was the unswayable truth.

Running in the deep night about New York, and pulling all the strings, and finally

insuring himself a surface-to-air blowpipe missile that is being sold in the black

market, all that was about an hour ago.

So now, Kiritsugu was in a motor boat floating overseas, waiting that Natalias plane

enters in sight. The plane was lowering its altitude as it approached New Yorks

national airspace; just below the course of the jumbo jet, these were the last

moments before it entered the missiles effectiveness range.

When he was desperately buying the weapon, and when he was aimed in a shooting

when he stole the boat, he kept questioning his mental make-up as a human.

If it is only the resignation to Natalias death, he got it clear. Instead, if it consoled

him that it was all respect of avoiding a tragedy, even then, it was still the right

course of action.

Nevertheless, what kind of human was him preparing himself for the miracle that

his dear woman would survive, and even then steadily, and with no delay

continuing the raising of her certain murder?

If that would end being nothing but a needless anxiety, it would have consolation.

But the reality, as cruel it was cornered Emiya Kiritsugu. Having to suppress by his

own hand to Natalia, now, the AirBusA300 was miraculously coming back steadily,

from the dawns sky showed the form of its sparkling silver wings in front of

Kiritsugu.

Perhaps I could already have become dull.

Natalia, still believing without a doubt that Kiritsugu was next to the radio in a hotel

in New York, she said so with a neglected peaceful voice.

Having worn into acting so clumsily must be the fault of playing the family game

unaware. By the way, its morning already. I should retire already

If you would stop working, what do you plan on doing after?

Kiritsugu could wear easiness only in his voice. On the other side he was setting the

aim to the planes sight on the blowpipe missile he was carrying on the shoulder

with both arms.

If I would lose my job he he, that time I would really have nothing to do but keep

on the family game.

Even with his eyes running down tears, he still was accurately calibrating the

distance indicator Inside 1500 meters, for a certain hit.

You are my real family.When with a tiny, cracked voice he whispered that, he released the missile.


14/15

Some seconds of manual guidance. In the time when he continued setting the

murderous aim with his fingers onto Natalias plane, every memory of both passed

through his mind.

But that torture was not going to continue long. When the warheads seeker would

seize some more the radiation of the jet, the missile will release from Kiritsugus

control, and like a hungry shark, with no sense of fault, it will hit the target.Kiritsugu received clearly the sight of the plane receiving the direct attack in the

engine under its wing, that wing being torn off and then the plane leaning

diagonally.

The destruction afterwards went blown by the wind as a sand picture the mass of

steel, having lost its quality of the skies, screwed and tore to pieces like if it was

being minced, turned into dust particles and peacefully fell into the morning sea.

The falling twinkles into the morning glow were reminiscent of a parades confetti.

From the other side of the horizon, the first tread of the dawns light beamed. While

being illuminated in the sunlight that wont shower Natalia, Emiya Kiritsugu alone,

with his voice shut continued crying.

Once again, he had saved a crowd of unknown faces. Without anyone knowing.

Did you see, Shirley?

This time as well I killed. Same as my father I killed. I wasnt blunder like at your

time. I, saved a crowd

Supposing that people would get to know the intention of Kiritsugus actions, would

they be grateful? The people from the airport that as a result were averted from the

horror of the Ghouls, would they praise Kiritsugu as a hero?

Dont kid me You gotta be kidding me! Idiot!

Grasping tightly the missiles launch unit that was starting to wear off the remaining

heat, Kiritsugu cried facing the brightening sky.

He didnt wanted prestige or gratitude. He just wanted to see Natalias face once

again. He waited for a day to face her and call her Mom.

He hadnt wished by any means this conclusion. Even so, that was the right

decision. Leaving nothing else to do or say, Kiritsugus decision was right. He

suppressed the person who should get nothing but death, and saved the people

with no reason to die. If this isnt justice then what it is?

He remembers the traces of the days that wont come back. Under the transparent

dazzling sunlight, he answered to the question into what kind of man would you

like to grow? under that loved persons look.

Kiritsugu should have answered that time If he could change the world, if miracles

would dwell in his hands, I want to be a justices hero.

He still didnt understand that time. The steelyard under the name of justice,

takes something away, and gives something in return.

Justice took away his father, and as the same it took his mother. It left the

sensation of their blood in his hands and took away his right to remember them

dearly.

His dear people. Their voices, their traces, the wish of peacefully recollecting them

would never come true. Instead they would persecute him for eternity inside his

nightmares. For having abandon them and pick their lives under heartless

judgment, they would never forgive him.

That is justices treatment. Thats the price of the ideal he longed for.

At this late hour he should not be able to put it an end. In the moment he would

stop it, all he have persecuted would turn useless. The prices he had paid, the piled

up sacrifices, all would worthlessly crumble down.

Surely from now on, he would follow the ideal in his chest. While detesting it andcursing it he would reach it with no mistakes.


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Accept it, he swore.

He will accept that curse. He will accept this anger. And then he will pray that some

far away day when his tears had dried up, everything will be rewarded.

If the cruelty that his hands carry is in the height of the people.

Surely that all the tears in the ground could gather and he could wipe them out,

could come true.That was the end of Kiritsugus youth days.

It was the morning when he set his fragile, abominable and unswayable path

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