Fate: I Will Eventually Become the Hero of Justice

Wearing an Ultraman leather suit, Shirou pulled Sakura's hand and rushed towards the direction of Fuyuki City.

This was the Fuyuki Bridge connecting Fuyuki City to Miyama.

The pedestrians on the road couldn't help but turn their heads and look at Shirou's Ultraman outfit with curiosity.

At this time, the otaku culture had not yet emerged, and cosplay was still a new thing.

Shirou ignored these gazes and, after successive battles, his six-year-old body was unable to bear the burden, leaving him mentally exhausted and without the energy to care about the gaze of the crowd.

At this time, Sakura stopped walking.

"What's wrong, Sakura?" Shirou turned to look at her.

Sakura squatted down, her hands covering her pretty face, tears flowing down her palms. "What should I do, what should I do?"

She must be afraid and also very painful, right?

Shirou couldn't sit idly by and do nothing. A five-year-old girl should be enjoying her childhood, receiving her parents' love, but instead she was ultimately abandoned by her parents and indirectly pushed into that hellish nest.

She must be very afraid.

Shirou paused and hugged her, speaking softly and soothingly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here. Brother is here."

Sakura also hugged him back, hot tears rolling down her face and onto Shirou's shoulder. "What should I do? What should I do, brother? Daddy, Mommy, they don't want me anymore. No one wants me anymore."

"No one will not want you. After all, Sakura is so cute and well-behaved. And even if everyone else doesn't want Sakura, brother will always, always protect Sakura." Shirou spoke softly.

"Really?" Sakura stopped crying and looked at Shirou with teary eyes.

"Let's make a promise." Shirou held out his right little finger.

"Mm."

Sakura hooked her left pinkie onto it.

"We'll hang by a hook for a hundred years, and if we break this promise, we'll have to swallow a thousand needles."

As they spoke, they pressed their two big thumbs together.

The promise was established.

Seeing that Sakura was no longer crying and looked somewhat relieved, Shirou stood up and smiled, "Let's go home."

"But do I still have a home?"

"Of course you do. Aunt Chiyo and Uncle Narita are all waiting for you."

"Won't they hate me?"

"Of course not. They love you very much."

...

Shirou brought Sakura home.

Of course, he couldn't just go home like this, so he first jumped to the second floor, entered through the window, took off his Ultraman costume and hid it under the bed, then put on a long shirt to cover his injured arm, and then jumped back to the first floor and entered through the front door.

"This child, you didn't even say a word before going out and only came back so late. Where did you go?" Mrs. Fujimaru scolded Shirou with a worried expression, twisting his ear with one hand.

"I went to see Sakura," Shirou said dejectedly. His suggestion had only lasted one night and was now useless. If he had known, he would have made it last longer.

"Sakura?"

"Yes. Sakura will continue to live with us. Mm. The Tohsaka family agreed."

"Is that so? That's great." Mrs. Fujimaru's eyes lit up as she looked at Sakura behind Shirou.

"Erm... erm... Aunt Chiyo, hello. I'm sorry to bother you from now on." Sakura hesitated a little, but still greeted her politely.

"It's no bother at all." Mrs. Fujimaru hugged Sakura and smiled, "Stay with Aunt Chiyo for as long as you want."

Mrs. Fujimaru accepted Sakura warmly.

Although Mr. Fujimaru had some concerns about the Tohsaka family, when he heard that the Tohsaka family had agreed, he didn't think much about it.

"You two, come in and eat. I made tempura today!" Mrs. Fujimaru said.

"Mm! As usual, your cooking is inedible." Shirou took a taste and gave a true evaluation.

A tick mark appeared on Mrs. Fujimaru's forehead, and then with a thud, she smacked the newspaper she had rolled onto the table.

"Is it good?" Mrs. Fujimaru smiled kindly.

Shirou sneered, did he look like the kind of person who would be threatened by violence?

What a joke!

"Good... good! It's no wonder you're my mother, the beautiful warrior known as the saint of the kitchen!" Shirou put on a flattering smile.

Mrs. Fujimaru turned to Sakura and asked, "Sakura, is it good?"

"It's delicious. Aunt Chiyo, if you have time, please teach me." Sakura put down her chopsticks and said earnestly.

"Of course." Mrs. Fujimaru smiled brightly.

The night was peaceful.

Everyone was happy.

After dinner, Mr. Fujimaru announced that his work was coming to an end and he could sign the contract in a few days. He then announced that they were going on a family trip!

Shirou was the first to clap and cheer at this news.

Not only would they be able to go out and have fun, but they would also be able to avoid the Fourth Holy Grail War. And when they were out, they wouldn't have to worry about the Matou or Tohsaka families coming to demand their children back. It was a win-win situation!

Exhausted from the day's events, Shirou retired to bed after dinner. He had a relaxing bath and slipped into a comfortable Doraemon pajama before climbing into bed. Just as he was settling in, Sakura appeared at the door.

"What's wrong, Sakura?" Shirou had to climb out of his bed again and look at her.

The third room on the second floor had already been emptied and decorated in a very girly way, it was assigned to Sakura.

But now, Sakura was standing at the door of Shirou's room.

"I ... I'm scared," Sakura's legs shook, and she hesitated to ask, "Brother ... can I sleep with you?"

The child must have been scared by today's events? ... Shirou nodded and said, "Of course."

He welcomed Sakura.

Sakura laughed and then climbed into Shirou's bed.

She lay on her side, looking at Shirou with a pair of eyes similar to Rin's deep green, "Brother ..."

"What?" Shirou asked.

Sakura didn't answer, but opened her arms and hugged Shirou's waist, then pressed her face against Shirou's chest.

Well! It's really the cycle of heaven and earth, and now he must face the retribution!

Previously, he used Sakura as a pillow, but now Sakura was using him as a pillow.

Shirou shook his head and didn't say anything, but pressed the light on the bedside table.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight, brother."

The pillow is back.

Even if he pushed the blame on the Ideal, he still saved Sakura in reality and completed his own adventure.

The problem that had been avoided was solved, and Mr. Fujimaru's work was also coming to an end, ready to leave Fuyuki City and escape the Fourth Holy Grail War.

In this way, the crisis of life was also lifted, and tonight will surely be a good dream.

However...

The dream was pitch black, and a seductive blood moon hung in the sky. There was an almost tangible black mist around him, and the faint sound of ghostly whispers could be heard. The ground was a bizarre field of ominous flowers. In front of Shirou stood a purple-haired girl, holding a pair of spears and smiling at him like an older sister next door.

"So that's how it is," she said. "A special being like this. No wonder."

"Nice to meet you," she continued. "I am the mistress of this kingdom. My name is Scathach. You can also call me Scathach-sensei."