I'm doing a crossover anime/manga project, and I'm creating a new kind of "Moonlight&

Another guy chuckled and explained, "It's one of those hospital ships. Soon you'll be able to see it all over the world. It'll directly become a god, omnipresent."

"Got it, northern Myanmar, right? Hahaha, that's how gamblers are."

"But it's fine for a gambler to be like this... sigh, Goto is a good girl, although she's a bit socially awkward, she's quite cute, and we have a lot of her fans here now."

"No, do people actually like socially awkward, shut-in types?"

People who aren't into anime and manga can't understand this at all.

Their society has even discussed executing the elderly, since they can no longer provide value.

Some people actually did this, even writing to the Prime Minister requesting funding; many of them were killed in the process.

There used to be a folk custom of carrying elderly people who had lost their ability to work up the mountain to be fed to wolves.

"I thought that boy named Allen would be eliminated first, but I didn't expect..."

"Let's observe a moment of silence. There's nothing else to say. Let's offer a candle."

"+1!"

"+1!"

.....

But no matter how frustrated Pochi was in her mind, or how the group of people were mourning from her unseen perspective.

Yukinoshita, though alone, continued running, her face filled with fear—fear of death, fear of disappearing, fear of failing to achieve her ideals, fear of never experiencing that…

My heart pounded with fear, my adrenaline surged, my heavy breasts ached from running, and I was drenched in sweat from the intense flow of blood.

Even she herself knew that all her struggles were meaningless in the face of such absolute power.

But she still didn't give up...

"Enhancement...on—!"

A blinding, icy blue arc of electricity exploded, and blue circuitry spread upwards along her legs. With a single step, her foot trembled, bricks shattered, and airflow exploded.

At that moment, her body transformed into a sharp arrow and shot out, speeding along the fastest and most swift route.

Soon, an antique-style building came into view.

The school's kendo dojo.

Currently, it is used by three clubs, one of which has a famous sword in its collection.

Yes.

Her choice was to rebel.

Even if the chances are slim, even if there is no chance of winning, she will still try her best until the very last moment.

but....

"Sorry, Ojio-chan..."

A helpless voice, carried by the wind, rang out from ahead.

I don’t know when.

A tall, blue figure stood on the roof of the ancient-style dojo, carrying the demonic spear that had caused the atmosphere to churn, looking over here.

"......"

There was a moment of silence.

A girl with long, cherry-blossom-colored hair looked up and asked, "Who exactly are you people?"

Lancer raised an eyebrow: "So, you're asking this now?"

"Well, I'll answer you then..."

"Servant!"

Lancer's figure on the roof disappeared into the eaves at a speed beyond visual perception.

The next words rang out beside her: "It can be considered a projection of a being called a Heroic Spirit in the mortal world."

"Then why in the city..."

Yukinoshita wanted to say something more, but suddenly felt a sharp pain, her strength was being drained, and her voice stopped abruptly.

She slowly lowered her head, and the right chest area of ​​her school uniform gradually became stained crimson, and with the thrust of her heart, a large patch of it quickly turned red.

when?

It was so fast that I didn't even notice.

So, this kind of being called a Servant is beyond my comprehension?

"I'm sorry, young lady..."

The man with the blue gun, who had appeared beside her at some point, said lazily:

"After all, it was that woman's order..."

no respond.

They've probably lost the ability to speak.

"Seriously... I promised myself I wouldn't kill women and children anymore, but I'm hopeless!"

Without looking back at the girl behind him, the spearman, whose real name was Cú Chulainn, gazed at the moonlight, sighed, and transformed into a stream of azure particles that dissipated into the dim night.

......

Is it?

It turns out that his actions were not of his own volition.

Yes, why would such a being specifically hunt down and kill a mere ordinary person like me?

Oh no, the heart is damaged, it's already...

As life slipped away, the girl who was supporting herself against the wall suddenly collapsed to her knees with a thud. Her vision gradually darkened, and her consciousness began to fade.

She struggled to her feet, staggered to the side, turned over and leaned against the wall, staring blankly at the beautiful starry night she hadn't seen in so long.

I'm going to die.....

Just like... just like that day eight years ago.

That night when the fire raged...

The whole city is like this now, suddenly engulfed in flames with a mysterious roar. People are screaming and running, but it's all in vain...

Humanity is so insignificant in the face of such natural disasters.

Before they could even utter a wail, they were instantly swallowed up. Countless people were submerged in that ominous mud and burned away, never to exist again in this world, without leaving a trace.

Father......

In her daze, she seemed to see that timid man.

That man, who was even afraid of social interaction, at that moment tried his best to negotiate with each person, pleading and bowing to each passing fleeing vehicle, begging them to accept his wife and daughter.

He'll do anything, just please take his wife and daughter, at least his daughter, away.

However.....

How could people who have been driven mad with fear stop?

The ominous black mud still came, not violently, not frighteningly, but quietly flowing, silently watching all the ugliness and clamor of the world under despair and death, and then calmly and swiftly swallowing everything up, burning everything completely.

There's really no other way... Dad.

Even though that man named Goto Naoki was only thirty years old, he never despaired, probably because he dared not despair, after all, his wife and daughter were still behind him.

He wiped away his tears, smiled, and with a hopeful smile, stroked her head:

"Don't worry, Yili, Dad's here."

Yes.

Dad's here.

So the man carried her up to a higher floor, and then, as the floor slowly burned and melted, he lifted her and her mother up from the ominous, terrifying black mud.

With all my strength, with every ounce of power...

Really.

She's already so thin, yet she often stays up late working overtime. Her health must be quite poor by now.

But...

Even with a father like that, he still steadily lifted them up.

That's really amazing, Dad.

He continued to comfort her as she cried, still gently and tolerantly accepting her timidity.

Even if the black mud scorched his body, even if his flesh and blood burned away, revealing his bones that were burned black.

Even as the withered, burned bones gradually collapsed and sank into the black mud, they still held them up tightly.

In that pain, in that despair, when the surrounding steel-framed buildings had collapsed into the black mud, he still steadily held them up, slowly submerging them in the black mud, slowly turning them into those charred skulls, until they were never seen again.

This is probably what a father is like.

Even though they are so insignificant, they seem to be greater than anyone else.

She could only stare blankly, etching this scene into her mind.

Until...

"Iri, live bravely."

It's...Mom!

Yes, Mom is gone too.

She's such a woman, so afraid of pain, even more childish and ridiculous than me, yet she can be so strong at times.

He cried out in pain, but he gritted his teeth and refused to let go, determined to hold on to her no matter what.

I no longer understand her emotions, her despair, her heartbreak at that time.

All I remember is her staring wide-eyed at everything she had, as the only thing she owned sank into the dark mud.

Tears?

No, she didn't cry anymore, after all, even her father, who was in so much pain, didn't cry.

She lay there quietly on her mother's hands, covered in black mud, watching the fire rage, watching the black tide slowly dry up, watching a woman—a woman hollow and numb, seemingly mirroring her own—appear before her...

The fleeting smile on his face was like the collapse of a numb, walking corpse in that instant.

No.

It wasn't a breakdown, but a blissful smile that seemed to be a glimmer of hope in the deepest, most painful hell.

"That's great, that's great, that's really great."

The woman clung to her tightly, as if holding onto hope, onto salvation.

She cried, laughed, shouted, and broke down, her tears soaking her clothes.

It was as if I had been redeemed, even my parched tear ducts were revived, and I felt a tearful sense of satisfaction...

I’m so envious.

I'm so envious.

She was so desperate, but now she's so happy. I wish I could be like her.

She held her mother's hands, lost in thought.

But......

She's going to die.

In the end, no one was as happy as her, like Yukino Yukinoshita.

So what exactly does it feel like?

She reached out to touch the moonlight, struggling to mimic the scene where that woman had reached out to her.