A compilation of memorable moments from Chaldea's girlfriends showing affection in various dime

Archer's archery skills were so high that Apollo praised them, but this man refused to fight with his most proficient weapon.

Watching Shirou Emiya and Archer's battle, Achilles felt as if he had returned to his childhood, to the time when he trained with his teacher, Kakai.

Teacher Kajie's training was also very arduous and extremely intense.

However, his physique and natural strength far surpassed those of Emiya Shirou; he was more of an ordinary mortal.

Will subjecting Shirou Emiya to such intense training truly improve his skills to the point where he can handle the upcoming battles?

This is impossible.

Achilles studied under Kael'thas for several years, which was a long time. How much could a few tens of minutes of fighting allow Shirou Emiya to grow?

Fortunately, Shirou Emiya, a champion of justice, wasn't born in ancient Greece...

Otherwise, his ideals, everything he had, would be destroyed by the Greek gods.

He will definitely be envied by Athena, coveted by Zeus, and targeted by Astraea. Perhaps even Poseidon, the god of the sea, will come to harass Shirou Emiya.

Transforming into a beautiful woman to seduce Shirou Emiya—that's something a Greek god would definitely do.

"What's so interesting about a fight between two idiots..." Kenneth lay lazily on the sea, basking in the sun, while a great white shark floated quietly beneath him, becoming his seabed.

"How can you possibly convince yourself? Isn't that just stupid? So stupid! Are you two filled with octopuses?"

"Let another version of myself convince myself not to kill a deity, and see if I don't kill her!"

Magical Girl Illya world.

Illya, Miyu, and Kuro lay on the bed, their eyes glued to the handsome Ar.

Cher, the older brother who never gives up, Emiya Shirou.

"Ah...that's great! I also want to have such a fierce clash with Shirou." Kuro sucked on his thumb and said with a smile, "I wonder what Shirou would think if he grew up in another world and saw the three of us!"

Will he treat the three of us like younger sisters?

"It shouldn't be...it shouldn't be. The Ilya in this world is different from me! Waaah, the other me in this world has already been killed...This world is too dangerous, I don't want to go, I absolutely don't want to go."

Ilya hugged her pillow, watching the battle unfold on the screen with a weak expression.

The battles taking place here are far more intense and brutal than their battles against the card heroes.

"Illya has the Archer card in her hand, and after transforming, she's wearing Archer's clothes. From another perspective, Illya has already merged with her older brother?" Miyu said, her voice utterly clueless.

"Waaaaah, no fusion or anything like that!! That was a transformation, it was using the card to transform into Archer!"

Ilya explained in a flustered manner.

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Suddenly I realized that Archer and Oberon are similar, and their meanings need to be understood in reverse.

One is only good at lying, the other is purely arrogant.

Swish-!

The two charged forward again, towards each other, and a new battle began. Emiya Shirou imitated Archer's previous attack on him, swinging his sword, swinging his sword, and unleashing moves that were identical to Archer's in both motion and speed.

Archer turned to the side, easily parried the attack with his sword, and with a single blow, he used his legs and waist to exert force simultaneously, his swordsmanship heavy as a mountain, shattering the Gan Jiang and Mo Xie projected by Emiya Shirou with a single heavy slash.

A clash.

Two encounters.

In the three encounters, Shirou Emiya spent less time standing still catching his breath, launched more attacks, projected faster speeds, and his physical strength increased.

What an incredible, cheat-like tutorial—becoming a master of Emiya in a single day!

"Do you think your projection is on the same level as mine? Although it can ensure the imagined shape and material, without a construction theory, it's just a hollow shell." Archer looked at the panting Emiya and said sarcastically.

His expression and tone were sarcastic, but he was actually reminding Shirou Emiya how to project correctly and pointing out the flaws in his use of magic.

Emiya Shirou heard this and understood it, which made him even angrier. He raised his sword and slashed fiercely at Archer. Ganshou clashed with Ganshou, and the summoning began again. The magic power of the two sides touched each other, and the magic circuits in Emiya Shirou's body became extremely hot.

He was furious, furious at his own weakness, furious at Archer for lecturing him with his condescending and annoying attitude!

Rumble——!

Ding ding—!

Archer countered Shirou Emiya's attacks one by one, using new techniques each time he attacked Shirou, constantly putting immense pressure on him.

If Shirou Emiya's projected Gan Jiang and Mo Xie were any more fragile or had a slower reaction time, they would have died.

Archer wants to keep the feeling of impending death swirling in Shirou Emiya's mind, forcing him to become stronger quickly.

The magical power within him is not yet sufficient; Archer in this timeline has not yet had the opportunity to unleash the Crane Wing Triple Strike.

"I see. You're quite tenacious. [You learn quickly, barely passable.] Although I've heard of magic that allows one to possess their past self and learn techniques acquired in that life, it seems you only manage one round of combat with me each time."

"Your skills will get honed." Archer isn't good enough yet; his current speed isn't fast enough. Shirou Emiya can't completely dominate Gilgamesh right now.

"Is that so? Imitation and copying are all the same, aren't they?" Shirou Emiya retorted defiantly, "Your leisurely life will soon come to an end. I'll catch up with you in no time."

Furious and unwilling, Shirou Emiya stood covered in blood, but he didn't care about the physical pain and could endure it.

What he couldn't help but notice was the smug look on the man standing in front of him, and his tone as if he were teaching a disciple.

"Catch up with me? Hah! That's a ridiculous misunderstanding. You really don't understand anything." Archer looked speechlessly at the foolish and naive Shirou Emiya. You wouldn't catch up with me even if you had a hundred years.

Shirou Emiya can never catch up with Archer, let alone surpass him. His accumulated experience, past battles, and intellect are all beyond his reach.

His only chance to surpass Archer is to change his immature thinking.

"Misunderstand?"

"That means you don't have even the slightest chance of winning." Archer began to provoke Shirou Emiya relentlessly, their twin swords clashing and engaging in a grappling match.

The things Archer experienced before his death and the things he experienced after becoming a Guardian appeared one by one in Shirou Emiya's mind.

Hell, endless hell, all kinds of hell.

Archer stood there, and that was Archer's fate.

"Is this the ending? I will absolutely not pity him!!" Looking at the hanged Shirou Emiya, at the radiant smile on his face before his death, Shirou Emiya kept repeating, "I will absolutely not pity him!!"

"But the thought of embarking on such a path feels like a gaping hole has been torn in my heart."

Sympathizing with Shirou Emiya's fate, and with his own tragic life, is, for Shirou Emiya, a denial of his own ideals.

Emiya Shirou carried his ideals to the very end without regret, yet he could not earn Emiya Shirou's sympathy.

"Those things you trusted, those beliefs you held, even if they are covered in lies and seem as empty as a dream, I still... I still...!"

With a loud bang, Shirou Emiya's two swords shattered, and he flew backward and crashed to the ground, panting and trying to catch his breath. His head was throbbing, and he was in great pain.

"Look at you, you look like you're about to throw up. You saw it too, didn't you?" Archer mocked. "That makes things easier. It's all true, Shirou Emiya. If you want to catch up with me, that means this. Look at it again with your own eyes."

The world I have arrived in.

I am the bone of my sword—my very being is the very essence of the sword!

Unknown to Death, Nor known to Life—Never defeated, never understood!

So as I pray, Unlimited Blade Works—this body is destined to be born for the sword!

Archer stood on the Hill of Swords, looking at Shirou Emiya lying on the ground, his body covered in six deep, bone-revealing knife wounds. Could he really not hold on?

Don't let me down.

The injuries I suffered and the path I walked were far more difficult than what you are facing now.

It's impossible for Shirou Emiya, who could tear apart Heroic Spirits, to be stronger than Archer.

Archer honed his skills through his own hard work; how could Shirou Emiya surpass him?

The confrontation has begun again.

"Projection—begin."

Once, twice, three times, dozens of clashes, Shirou Emiya gradually got used to Archer's movements, and to the blade slicing towards his neck.

The ideals became more resilient, and the projected Gan Jiang and Mo Xie became closer to the original text.

The Yang Sword Ganjiang was covered in knife marks, with countless small cuts on its blade, rendering it unusable. However, it did not break in Shirou Emiya's hands.

"The foolishness of showing up here knowing you can't defeat me. A fake who has been imprisoned by a boring ideal all his life, without any self-will."

"Do you realize that this is your true self?" Archer said with a sharp tongue, looking at the panting Shirou Emiya, "Just because you wanted to save him, it's wrong from an emotional standpoint."

"As a malfunctioning human being, you are a counterfeit that should never have existed in the first place. Such a thing has no value in living."

Shirou Emiya, who was panting with his head down, angrily raised his head, wanting to refute Archer, but now he was too tired to make a sound, and could only keep panting. His clothes were soaked with sweat and blood, and his right eye was filled with blood red.

He glared fiercely at Archer, who stood atop Sword Hill looking down at him, observing Archer's composed demeanor, with not a single drop of sweat on Archer's neck or forehead.

I'm so angry, so angry, so angry!

Not enough, not strong enough. It must become stronger, even stronger.

"I am your ideal. You should understand that it is impossible to defeat me."

Fragmented memories flashed before Shirou Emiya's eyes like a slideshow, "Aaaaaahh ...

He charged at Archer again in a fit of rage, unable to agree, impossible to agree, how could he possibly agree with what this guy was saying?

"Is that so? It's understandable that you can't agree with me." Archer easily blocked the incoming double sword strike with the Yin Sword Moye. Looking at the stubborn Emiya Shirou, he felt the power coming from the sword. He had become a little stronger, but it was still not enough!

"As long as I remain your ideal, Shirou Emiya must deny me more than anyone else."

Weak and exhausted, Shirou Emiya once again raised his sword to slash at Archer. Due to excessive blood loss, his arms had become heavy, and he could no longer clearly see the detestable face of the man in front of him.

Archer easily caught the wrist of the slow, horizontal sword slash with his bare hands.

The grip was as strong as steel, and Shirou Emiya found that he couldn't break free at all.

“Hmph—then let me ask you. Do you really want to be a champion of justice?” Archer asked.

"At this point, why are you still asking these questions!" Shirou Emiya's eyes dimmed; he had lost too much blood, and even the color of his pupils had faded, but his tone remained strong and powerful.

"I don't just want to be—I absolutely, absolutely want to be a champion of justice!!"

He kept struggling, resisting, and fighting back.

"Is that so? Absolutely, it has to be. If you ask why, it's because it's Shirou Emiya's feeling. Even if it doesn't come from your own heart."

It seems you've noticed something. I have no memories of the past. But even so, that one scene is the only thing I can't forget.

Amidst a sea of ​​fire, thick with the stench of death. A desperate plea for help, and the emotions felt upon being rescued. That man named Kiritsugu Emiya. That reassuring face he wore when he saved me—that's the source of your ideals. Something born solely from gratitude for being saved.

You're just admiring Kiritsugu Emiya. That man, who rescued you, made you feel so incredibly happy. You just want to be like him.

That's all.

Shirou Emiya, yes, but I wasn't the only one saved back then. In the catastrophic fire that claimed everyone's lives, there were children who shouldn't have been saved, and a man searching for survivors who shouldn't have existed.

"If we're talking about miracles, then it's..."

What kept Shirou Emiya training and pursuing his dreams to this point wasn't the protagonist's halo, but the ray of hope he saw in hell—Kiritsugu Emiya's tearful face, clutching the smile he had when he was a child.

A Noble Phantasm that accompanies the companions of justice as they grow.

"It's natural for a child to admire their parents. But that guy left you a curse before he died. From that moment on, you felt you had to be a champion of justice."

Your ideals are borrowed, ideals that Kiritsugu Emiya once abandoned. You are merely imitating the ideals that Kiritsugu Emiya firmly believed in.

"That is..." Shirou Emiya said weakly, wanting to refute the man's words, but he had no strength left and was about to pass out.

"A partner of justice? Don't make people laugh. Living for others, that's not the ideal you aspire to. What kind of man can help others? That's utterly arrogant!" Archer's Yang Sword pierced half of Kanshou's body, pinning Emiya Shirou to his back.

These words were spoken to Emiya Shirou, and were also a self-criticism; Archer was venting his thoughts.

He stabbed Shirou Emiya in the leg with a backhand thrust, then turned to look at Shirou Emiya. "Yes, I wanted to help others, and I admired beauty because of it."

"Therefore, that wasn't an emotion that came from within! If this isn't hypocrisy, then what is it?!"

Clang! Clang!

Archer launched a furious attack on Shirou Emiya, his heavy slashes forcing Shirou back relentlessly, leaving him unable to parry.

"Driven by the compulsive notion of 'living for others,' one moves forward with arrogance."

With a swift, sharp sound, Shirou Emiya's kidney was pierced. Due to excessive blood loss, Shirou Emiya, whose strength was inferior to Archer's, could no longer even raise his sword to block.

"But it's just a fake after all. You can't save anything with this kind of hypocrisy. No, in fact, you can't even decide what to save."