Fate: Hero of Justice Takeover

The joy on others' faces filled his heart with satisfaction; the sound of others' weeping shook his spirit.

Others' despairing hatred ignited his anger, while the lonely tears always compelled him to reach out and wipe them away.

In pursuing ideals beyond human norms—he was far too much like an ordinary person.

This contradiction tormented the man countless times.

Sometimes it was friendship, sometimes it was love.

Even when the life he loved most was weighed against countless unfamiliar lives, he never showed bias.

Even if he loved someone, he would regard that person's life as equal to others, cherish it equally, and discard it equally.

He repeatedly encountered people he cherished, only to lose them again and again.

***

"Trace on!"

Twin black-and-white blades in hand, Sakatsuki's golden eyes gleamed as he dispelled the attacks coming from all directions.

With a single sidestep, a massive halberd was projected beside him, sweeping away several artificial humans to his left before being shattered by more weapons.

"Displacement magic...ugh!"

A diamond-shaped magic array had just formed when it was shattered by a vast surge of magical energy. Acht stood high in the hall, his face grim and menacing.

Meanwhile, a grenade was thrown, tumbling across the floor coming to a stop at Sakatsuki's feet.

"Damn..."

He barely had time to fend off the surrounding homunculi before the explosion consumed him in a fiery blast.

"Move!"

With a sharp command, Kiritsugu cloaked in black a coat dived down like a falcon towards the explosion's centre, the Calico M950 in his hands firing a torrent of bullets.

The 9×19mm bullets tore through the air with unparalleled destructive force, intent on ripping through the flesh and heart of their target.

Pink petals bloomed amidst the smoke. As bullets struck the seven petals, they rippled across their surface.

Unfazed by the failed assault, Emiya Kiritsugu raised his right hand, signalling.

From a spot on the second floor, suddenly a fierce red glow burst forth.

Sakatsuki instinctively looked up, his voice almost breaking in shock.

"No way, an RPG!"

The armour-piercing rocket, breaking the sound barrier, was blocked by the hurriedly raised shield. The explosion cleared the area in a fiery blaze.

Acht's magical barrier unleashed a magical impact, piercing through the fire field created by the RPG and consuming the last of the blast's power.

Pink petals fell, and amidst the fluttering petals, Kiritsugu calmly retrieved his weapon. The walnut grip felt warm in his hand and steadied his aim.

Finally, he pulled the trigger. The hunting pistol fired a 7.62mm Springfield sniper bullet that was nearly impossible to defend against without armour.

To block such an attack magic was required.

But this time, what Emiya Kiritsugu heard was the sound of the bullet piercing flesh.

Never mind, the result is the same. He thought indifferently, putting away his beloved gun.

"Clang—!"

Condensed magic formed a thin blade, instantly slicing apart Kiritsugu's weapon and even shaving off part of his fingernail.

A figure emerged from the smoke. Though there was a gaping wound in his left abdomen, Sakatsuki exuded an undiminished oppressive presence, and the blood on him, made him seem even more ferocious.

"It hurts... Kiritsugu, you're still as ruthless as ever!"

Didn't I hit him? But why is there no reaction? I clearly used...

There was no time to dwell on the Sakatsuki's words, amid flying metal shards and blood droplets, the assassin swiftly stifled his surprise, smashed a small wooden cabinet at the staircase, and retrieved another weapon.

"AUG-A1..."

Though Sakatsuki's past self knew little about firearms, in the "Fate/Kaleid liner" timeline, Emiya Shirou had perfectly inherited all of Kiritsugu's techniques, so he recognized the weapon at a glance.

Once again, he created a magical blade. But this time, Kiritsugu's speed suddenly increased several times. After evading the attack with a few leaps, he vanished from the chapel.

For Kiritsugu, clad in a black coat, the dim and high-roofed chapel was an excellent hiding place.

When he reappears, Sakatsuki will surely face a deadly assault like a viper's strike.

So... it's time to clean up the battlefield!

Sakatsuki's expression remained stoic as he used his left hand to cast displacement magic, luring Acht, who controlled the magical workshop, to trigger a magical impact. Simultaneously, his right hand opened and clenched tightly, summoning an ancient weapon from the Age of Gods.

"Ig-Alima, Sul-Sagana!"

Magic coursed through his body, analyzing the structure of objects in an instant, materializing his understanding.

Even a fragment of a divine artefact bestowed him with unparalleled might!

As the skies darkened, those present looked up in awe, overwhelmed by the divine spectacle.

Wings of dawn seemed to unfold, burning with purifying flames, a legendary sword said to cleanse all things.

A colossal emerald sword, covered in dark soil, believed to cleave through a thousand mountains, loomed high.

From afar it looked like an ancient god wielding these heavy swords descended upon those who dared dream of miracles, delivering divine judgment!

Boom!

With a thunderous roar, the chapel's spire was obliterated, and the colossal blades fell on the ground in a crisscross pattern, splitting the chapel into four and shielding Sakatsuki within.

"This is...!"

Emiya Kiritsugu, rolling out of the rubble, looked in shock at the ruins of the Einzbern castle.

These two colossal swords descending from the heavens had severed the leyline's flow!

How could physical attacks cut off a leyline? Unless... these weapons embodied the concept of severance!

As the magic flow ceased, the magical workshop's suppressive power faded. Acht, flung by the massive swords, rose in disarray, the destruction of the winter castle reflecting in his eyes. The intruder, freed from Einzbern's home-ground advantage, began chanting loudly.

"I am the bone... of my sword!"

At that moment, an uncontrollable surge of magic radiated from the man.

"Steel is my body, and fire is my blood."

"I have created over a thousand blades."

With Sakatsuki's self-suggestion, the magic egg within him gradually formed.

"Unknown to Death,

Nor known to life".

"Having withstood pain to create many weapons.

But yet, those hands will never hold anything."

"Hurry, stop him!"

Acht, battered and bleeding, his eyes filled with terror, ordered.

He saw it, the birth of a world!

Emiya Kiritsugu and the homunculi advanced, but breaking through the towering sword barriers, they faced a collapsing space-time field due to displacement magic.

Beyond countless defences, Sakatsuki's chant reached its climax.

"Yet as I pray..."

Before finishing the final words, Sakatsuki opened his eyes, his golden eyes shining with divine brilliance.

"Unlimited Blade Works!"

***

The emerald and fiery red swords vanished.

The cage of swords confining Illyasviel disappeared. Unconscious, she fell to the ground, caught by a small figure.

Amidst the swirling snow, the homunculi looked around, their red eyes confused.

The Einzbern castle, vanished into the blizzard as if it never existed.

Acht and Kiritsugu, however, understood the strange world they were in.

"A Reality Marble..."

Kiritsugu put down his gun, gazing at the figure on the high slope, letting out a bitter groan.

"A world that exchanges imagination and reality, rewriting reality according to one's will, the greatest magic—Reality Marble."

With Sakatsuki's deep voice, the ashen grey world gradually took on colour.

Sounds of countless swords resonated, their sharp aura overwhelming.

Shuyue, watching the dumbfounded duo, smiled slightly.

"So, what do you think of my world, this graveyard of swords?"