Archer vs Shirou
Situation
Archer challenges Shirou to a duel to wipe out his own past
Translation: WARNING long long paragraph.
"Hm----!"
The same sword, the same blade crosses.
Emiya Shirou's slash is the same as that guy's slash.
Even though it's that way, each clashes blunts the blade, each clash injures the body.
The hit that should be blocked, went through.
Kansho shatters Kansho, and Bukuya comes soaring towards my waist.
"Ku----Harg!!"
Even though I twisted my body to dodge it, I still can't get off with a mere scratch.
Not a critical one, but cutting through flesh and blood vessels it soon will be.vessels
"Y---ou......!"
Swearing to suppress the pain, I attack the charging enemy with Bukuya...!
"What----"
That was also shattered, blocked with ease.
Even it's the same sword, same technique, there still is a difference that can't be crossed.
"---do you think your swords are the same level of mine? You are still too naive about its structure. No matter how much it looks alike, how similar the materials, if there lacks concepts it is bound to break. Even though still imagination, if the concept is wrong it will disappear.
Forehead and waist.
Two strikes aimed at my body.
"Ku----Ha----!"
Block it with the newly projected swords----!"
"Hm--------!
My eyeballs hurts so much that they are numb.
It is not because of the burden due to quick projection.
But the burden of just facing him.
The heat just by facing him.
This sensation, now my greatest burden, maddens me.
"Ku----Ah`Ah----!"
Deflecting the blades.
Slashing towards the charging opponent.
----Every time, the red headache burns my iris.
Is this due to the distortion of Emiya Shirou and Emiya existing at the same place?
Just like this, the moment we know each other, the body feels weird every time we contact.
Learning swordsmanship from him, and even his copying ability.
It's obvious that I can master his skills.
That's because it's a skill he spent eternity, a skill that's "most suited for Emiya Shirou to fight with"
There is no way I can't master it.
I run after him, and learn about the future me who I can never learn about.
"Ah----Ark----!"
My eyeballs are paralyzed.
Every slash of the sword, sparks emitted. Sparks so bright that can blind me blurs my vision.
Nowhere strong enough, every clash dyes my vision in crimson red.
If that's all, it doesn't matter at all.
My body is already broken.
A mere headache is nothing compared to the burning feeling on my open stomach.
The problem is, there's still something missing, and until then, this headache never ends----
"----Five total. Your limit for projecting is approaching. I know your magic count. From the looks of it, you have three more left.
...What a waste for me to show you that, you still haven't solved the mystery yet.
A hint of disappointment.
...Mystery?
Things like this, how can it be understood.
More ever, this headache.
This headache from you, this----
"Even you solved the mystery, you can't make it happen. The Emiya Shirou now does not have enough magic to generate it.
Yes, no matter what----"
The headache worsens.
Lifting Kansho and Bukuya high up in the air.
"---You bastard, you never have a hope of victory!"
Bringing down both swords in a crossed fashion.
"Ku----!"
The dual swords for defense shatters.
My body paralyzed as though as it is hammered by a giant hammer.
The headache starts burning not only my eyes, but my brain.
----Slowly flowing into me.
Compared to the pain
this is,
the most scary.
His memory.
The reason he changes to this.
In the future, the experiences Emiya Shirou will undergo, a few scenes seen here.
Correct or wrong, I don't know.
No one can judge that.
Beautiful things are ugly, and ugly things are beautiful.
On a neutral point of view, it's nothing disgusting.
But how come, such ugly vision is shown.
Deceit, Cospiricy, Selfishness
Why all the visions, shows such concepts.
----I...bone of the sword.
......Even though it's that way, it doesn't seem it matters.
A oath and ideal to protect.
To be able to forfeit everything for it.
I don't care if I am betrayed, as long as I don't betray myself there will be the next.
Never giving up, never showing my hurt side.
----Stell is my body and fire is my blood.
In other people's eyes, just like a machine without blood and flesh.
Because he is such a convinent existence, people uses him as they wish.
He 's a tool in other people's eyes.
But even machines have ideals, and he accepts himself as a tool.
---I have created a thousand blades. Unknown to death, nor known to life.
This ideal is nothing that should be told to others.
The lives those hands failed to save, the more those hands killed, and the less right to have ideals.
And as a result.
Emiya Shirou ideals never came true.
And finally understood that's just a a joke that troubles others.
----Withstood pain to create many weapons.
Look, that's that guy's end.
Look, that will be your end.
--------
Discouragement, hopless.
I won't pity you.
I won't pity you.
I won't pity you.
I won't pity you, but.
When I think of using these feets to walk this path, something feels missing.
----Yet those hands will never hold anything.
What you believe.
What you believed.
The day dream full of lies, even upon seeing that, I still----
"----!"
The blade closes in.
Not a pair of blades, but a sword shaped like a horn runs towards my heart...!
"Ark, Hm--------!"
I pulled the distance between us.
Holding in my hand, the exact same sword he's holding.
"Ku----Ha, ha, ha, ku----!"
Suppressing the urge to vomit.
Just now, I did----see, something
Forget it.
Forget whatever you see.
If I only think of beating him, then there should be no space for other matters to be considered......!
"---Was it a miscalculation? It seems like you skills have brushed up quite a bit in the process of fighting me.
"Ha----Ah, ku, ku, ku----"
Taking a deep breath, I prepare for the next strike.
"It seems like you didn't only draw tracing from me.
---That expression, this horrible face, did you see it too, Emiya Shirou?"
"--------"
I stopped breathing.
Don't let me speak.
Don't let me remember.
If I say it, I will...
"Then things gets easy. Those are all reality, Emiya Shirou."
The red jack swings.
Closing in within an eye flash, and thrusts with the horned sword----!"
"Hm..........!"
Shattered in just one hit.
Hurried, a projected sword for the first time, obviously can't match his.----!
"Ku----!"
But.
Even though I am empty handed, he casted away that sword.
And the next projection, the sword of power Durandal----
"Ha, Argh----!"
Jumping four steps, projecting his weapon within an eyeflash.
Of course, this fake is shattered in one hit again----
"--------"
I fell.
Repelled, back landing on the rumble.
"Ah----Gah"
I just fell, but the rumble was dyed red.
......Why.
It's just that I don't feel it. But my body, inside and outside, are dying.
"---That's the end Emiya Shirou.
This stubbornness. This cursed life, the fake that shouldn't exist.
Do you know this is you?"
"--------"
My body full of blade marks.
Each wound so deep that bones are seen.
To be honest, I lost.
"Things like this don't have a worth to live.
Not the others saying that, but I say it myself. The man named Emiya Shirou has no worth of life ata ll.
......To save because he wants to save, this feeling is wrong. For a human full of mistakes, from the beginning, is a fake that shouldn't exist."
"--------"
The remaining magic is zero.
Not only that, the magic circuit which magic flows, is already fried.
......Nope. If we say fried, it's already done so in yesterday's projection.
What I did just now, is just shattering a breaking object.
"Ku-------"
Even though, my body tells me that I can still fight.
"The discouraged heart, screams out saying it's not yet."
"-------Ah"
That's why.
I must stand, and defeat him.
"You effort will be wasted. I am your ideals.
You cannot defeat me."
"Ku----ku----ku----"
...Fill up the circuits with my conscious.
"Uhm!"
Just standing causes my nerves to scream.
To complete a eight count magic in it.
"----Trace, over"
I hold his dual blades in my hands.
Kansho and Bukuya. The blades by master smiths.
"Ku----Hraaaaaaaa!"
Swing it.
Until the last drop of my strength, burns up, without any breaks in between...!
The defense against dual blades are dual blades.
"---I see. If you don't admit it, it's understandable.
As long as I am your ideal, Emiya Shirou must deny me more than anyone else"
The calm speech, pisses me off.
The fact that he is not even panting while I can't draw breathe pisses me off.
"Ba-stard----!"
Full force attack.
"Tsk."
Not even blocking, his dual blades collide with mine.
"Ha----Huh.......!"
Both blades were pushed back.
Our strengths are uncomparable.
If we use the same move, I don't stand a chance at all---
"Hmp---I ask you Shirou.
Do you really, want to be a hero of justice?"
"--------"
For a moment
His words, made my brain blank.
"What are----I don't want to be one, I MUST be one...!"
With all my might, I face him.
Facing the me like him.
"I see, must be.
That's because, this is Emiya Shirou's only feeling. The undeniable feelings that he can't go against.
---Even if his own feelings."
My heart stopped with just one line of speech from him.
"-----What..."
Not my own feelings.
What does this mean, I have to deny this.
I cannot let him say it.
I must not realize this.
If I learn, and understand, the base of Emiya Shirou will shatter.
"Ha! It seems like you can feel it.
No...you felt it right from the beginning, but you deny this thought. ----The me just now can't even remember it."
"--------Shut"
I swallowed my words.
I don't want to know.
I know I must not know.
Even though---I know I must learn about it it
Emiya Shirou's contradiction.
Where is wrong? and where is twisted? The answer to it.
"I don't any memories of yours left.
But I still remember that day. A sea of flames, calling for help in despair, the feelings when my wishes were granted. This man called Emiya Kiritsugu, his calm face when he saved me."
When lost everything.
I was saved.
The man who saved me, smiling with tears in his eyes.
---This is
happiness beyond imagination.
"Correct. It's not because your own feelings.
It's Emiya Kiritsugu.
Because you saw the happiness on his face when saved you, you wished to be like him."
......Yeah.
At that time, the one saved wasn't me.
......If, just an if. If the cause of the fire was Emiya Kiritsugu, he won't be able to stand that result.
A tragedy without a survivor.
Kiritsugu back then, must have been looking for survivors like crazy.
And then, he found one.
The child who can't be saved, found a man who can't be saved.
Which side is a miracle?
"--------"
But, I knew this all along.
It doesn't matter how it is for him.
To me, just to be saved from that hell is enough.
Even if it is for himself. His wish to save me and his will to save me is real.
......That would be enoug.
For me who have lost everthing, the life that Emiya Shirou granted me is already too much.
That's why----
"Correct. For a child to follow their parents it's common. But you are over doing it.
If you are just following Emiya Shirou, or following Emiya Shirou's ideals, that's fine.
But, that curse he left you. That's everything of yours."
"------Your ideals, leave it to me."
......This was, my answer.
Upon hearing my answer, leaving behind a message of ease, this man more empty left.
From that moment on, Emiya Shirou become someone that cannot not be a hero of justice.
My own feelings never mattered.
It's just me following him, his existance.
The wish for everyone to be happy.
That's not my wish, it's Emiya Kiritsugu's wish, a distant utopia----
"You should have noticed, Shirou.
Your ideals are just borrowed, just mimicking whatever Emiya Kiritsugu, following his path."
"-----This, is"
Gritting my teeth, with all I have, keep up my falling soul.
But
"Hero of justice? Stop making me laugh.
This though is never yours to begin with.
You have to put a limit to be this cocky---!"
Blades run.
Dual blades bringing forth insult, soars forward with forces never seen.
"--------Oh!"
Facing these tsunami like blades.
Just like ten years ago, accepting the fate where Emiya Shirou have to die right here.
The skilled swordsmanship is no longer seen. Just, fighting with strength like a beast.
"Ha----"
My left hands are shaking.
The fingers holding the blades were all broken from this impact.
Kansho I created with all my might, is already bent with just this one clash.
"--------"
Death.
The first strike is already bring me to the edge of it, there is no way I can take the second.
"--------Oh"
However.
Even though my heart is accepting the fate, my body doesn't.
That's not right.
To believe this ma is wrong, to believe fate is wrong, I repeat to myself.
"----Hold up your head.
My eyes ceased working.
My eyes don't show my enemy. But, his memories flows into my body once again.
....Within this memory.
I was curling like a turtle, trying to lengthen my life.
The sound I hear is not only the sound of blades clashing.
Him.
Everything hit he blows, he insults himself.
"Yes, because it's a fucking beautiful ideal to help others to follow!"
Another swing.
Bukuya shattered. The only life jacket is only Kansho in my left hand.
"Yes, a fucking ideal without my own feelings!"
Kansho snapped, and its existence started to wither away.
......My chest, hurts.
Not because of his attacks, but his speech tore Emiya Shirou's heart.
"This body must help others. To be driven by this statement.
Not feeling the pain, not even having time to notice how wrong this concept, just running forward!"
----Repetitively denying it.
Eveytime it reaches me, my heart wants to give up fighting.
This body is almost broken to the point it can't move.
However.
This body is still fighting with all its will, denying him.
"And in the end just a faker. This fake can't even save.
No! It's not even found out what the fuck it is trying to save---!"
"Gah----!"
Deflected.
A hit matching Berserker's hit, sends Emiya Shirou's body flying away.
"--------"
But I stand.
If I fall.
if I fall i won't be able to stand back up. My body refuse to fall.
"Ah----ku, Ah, ah----Ku..........!"
Supporting with the disappearing Kansho.
My body is still leaning forwards, not even able to stand straight.
"Ku----Ah, ku, ku----.........!!"
With both hands supporting the body falling forwards.
This pose, just looks horrible.
In other people's eyes, it's just like kneeling towards him.
"---Your ideals are not perfect.
Your ideals are just child's talk.
If you can only live with this, die with it."
Not worth of living.
Not worthy of having a life, he said so.
"..........."
Weapons disappearing, just trying to stand straight might just be a waste of effort after all.
Compared to me, he is not even taking deeper breathes.
----This is the end.
No, the end was already decided.
Just Emiya Shirou is not enough to defeat the heroic spirit Emiya.
...But, that's not it.
If the difference between our power is that great, it won't turn into such a furious battle.
The one who really lost, is my soul.
To learn my mistakes, to admit this guy is wrong. This heart, is too weak.
That's the only thing I lost at.
Because, since the beginning----
"............Joke"
"What...?
Since the beginning---this body, is saying that I can't loose to you.
Fake.
Everytime he looks down on my ideal, this power builds up, why---
"Don't you joke me, bastard......!!!!"
"-------"
Become true.
It will become true.
If it's broken, replace it.
If all is broken use what is not there.
As long as my body does not admit defeat, I will reach my hand into the depth, the world I never touched---!
Gah...headahce.
In a tenth of seconds, I saw his image again.
A level not yet understood.
But, the pain taught me how to understand.
......Grant me a chant to express myself, to restrain the hero of myself.
The truth that's still yet to be understand.
I will, take it in your place.
"-------Bone"
In order to hold up my head, I chant this spell.
Emiya's words will hurt Emiya.
Knowing that, you still wished to kill me.
In the repeating tragedy, this became your only wish.
Then.
Just like the you denying me
I will, with all my might, defeat myself called 'you'----!
"----I AM THE BONE OF MY SWORD."
Not aware of it, roaring.
Heads up
Excite this dying body.
Swallow the blood in my throat.
The fading kansha materialize again.
"Don't tell me you are still-"
"----Yes. That wast just a dream. The thing you told me"
I already knew.
Even though I knew it, I still believed it to be true.
It IS because it is a wish that can't be granted that allows me to run after Kiritsugu.
Because it can't be granted.
As long as I keep running forward, one day, I can get get close.
"I see, her scabbard......! Even though the contact is cut, the guard still continued......!"
I lift my sword.
I don't know about things like that.
It's just that-
"---I won't lose to you. It doesn't matter who I loose to.
But I must never loose to myself---!"
In the end, be proud to be Emiya Shirou----!
---This is, an unreal blade.
"Wha----!!"
The body is already broken.
Fingers are snapped, my arms and legs torn. He doesn't even realize himself, his breathing stopped.
His charging speed is disgraceful, and so is his swing.
Even though he absorbed his knowledge, even though he reached the level to be able to fight, his figure returned to the youngster.
A disgrace swing swung without a mind.
......However.
This first swing, is heavier than any before.
"What----?"
The sword swings are like berserk.
With speed beyond his imagination, sounds of the sword cutting through air could be heard.
---Where did this strength come from.
The strength of blades clashing can't be compared with before.
"You bastard----!"
Theres no time to defend.
This attack can definitely cut his neck.
Judging the situation is not where he can look down his opponent, he swings his blade.
Up down left right.
Four hits delivered within a second, more than enough to slice up his body--!
"..................!"
All four hits, blocked.
Nope. The wind pressure from the four slashes soars towards to consume his head---!
"--------!"
The hidden attack was blocked within the last moment.
"This guy...!"
Instincts tells him to attack, or be defeated.
The sword strikes at the dying body.
The youngster swings it blind
The swords clashing.
The whole space filled with sparks, it's no wonder that anything will be shredded if it enters.
---But, this is just the last spark from a dying man.
The young man pants every strike. Almost falling, he stands with all his might for the next hit.
"--------"
Seeing this scene, he believed.
The enemy does not have any strength left.
The guy in the past is just like how it looks, dying.
But.
Why. On this arm that swings the blades, shows this never ending power.
----there is no more meaning to it.
He doesn't even know what the enemy is doing, weather if the previous strike collides.
Muscles screams for air, even the lacking blood orders himself to stop moving.
All this, suppressed.
"...Never"
That's the only thing left in his brain.
If his own feeling is a fake, then there is no right for him to be a hero of justice.
As long as Emiya Shirou looks towards it, he will meet the same end with that man.
"...It's never......!"
But, this feels good
I know to put others before myself is fake.
---Yet.
Yet I still think how good it is to be able to lead a life like this.
The source for this rotting body to move, I suppose it's this feeling.
"--------!"
He can't even hear what his enemy is saying.
The sound of swords clashing is so loud.
Look carefully at his hand. It's merged with the sword.
Is that to hold the sword tight? But if that so the impact will land directly on the body.
Covered with blood, just taking one step back this youngster will drop forwards, dead.
For this youngster, every strike should be hell for him.
"--------"
Striking with impatience.
This dying person pisses him off.
As much as knowing that if he can take a step back to end it, yet he can't do it.
"--------"
But, how can he fall back.
Against this childish act, to be unable to block it is an insult.
One step, just one step back and his opponent will destroy himself.
But he feels that if he does so, he kneels to something important----
"--------"
This problem is going to end.
His opponent is reaching his limit. Three more hits. Just deflecting three more hits and he will shatter himself.
"--------tsk!"
Surprised.
He looked like he could only take two hit, but he has already taken over tens of attack.
The youngster did not fall.
"............!"
He can't hear his voice.
The youngster dying, is only focused at the obstacle in fromt of him.
---That shape.
For the first time, he looked into his own eyes.
That broken hand, swinging until it hits.
All that left, is one line he screams.
"......Never...!"
The strike towards him is the price to pay for screaming.
...There exist someone who can't be saved, and the self who can't be saved.
Looking at these disappearing memories, he swore he would never allow such things to happen a second.
".......Definitely never, an.....!"
How long has it been since then?
He sacrifised something,
and also lost something else.
Somethings that cannot be discarded completely, unable to be forgotten is there.
That's why, I swear there is something I will never forget.
----To be a hero of justice.
Even if that's not my wish, I will protect it.
Unable to come true.
The man who saved me when young died alone.
I believed in that wish.
Even if everyone betrays me, this thing----
And thus
He understood the childish attack will never end.
This opponent will never stop.
Never.
Even he was striking with all his strength, his mind didn't catch him.
The thing the youngster aims to strike, is just himself who is in his way.
To keep what he believed, and to believe it until the end, strikes at his enemy.
"--------"
Understanding this, he grit his teeth in disgust.
Even knowing there is no victory, no meaning, but still challenging it.
That is, exact what he hates about him.
---But why.
He wants to see how long he can hold on to.
"Hump.......! That's the end, disappear----!"
The sword lifted.
The opponent's sword is no longer something that can be underestimtaed.
Deflecting his enemy's attack, the follow up hit will smash his skull.
(Clang)
The hit that is supposed to win the fight, was defleced with ease.
The enemy who always fails to block his attack, deflected his max move like it's normal.
"--------"
The breathing stops.
The youngster holds the sword tighter to be ready for the next strike.
That eye.
So honest----
Because of that impact, a leg or an arm was snapped.
The pain did not fade.
The pain enough to drive him crazy, he suppressed it with an almost stubborn might.
His left chest, empty. With only half a body left, this will be the last strike.
But, that's nothing he even considered.
The only thing he cares--
Blocking the sword that swings towards his left chest
--the feelings.
This will be the last hit.
"......Definitely, not a mistake......!"
There's only one thing in his mind.
Even if Emiya Shirou is a fake, this must be real----
For everyone to be happy
This feeling, has to be real.
That's why he will never stand back.
All because of this dream.
---The honest sight.
Falts, lies
cast away all doubts in the heart,
and keep running forward. That---
"---Definitely, not a mistake to believe......!"
---that words, pierces my chest.
I should be able to block it.
"--------"
(Slash)
He heard the sound of a sword piercing something.
"--------"
Surprised. Expected. The sound was from the red knight.
The strike filled with determination pierced the red knight.
But there was no more room for surprise. The young man, does not have such strength left for that.
"--------"
To be unable to block such an easilly seen move, it really is a miracle.
[color=blue]"I win, Archer"
2007-02-26, 14:44
) Remind me of how much I grieved over the ending of Air TV, and many more series which I didn't find satisfying and wanted to watch more XD
)
... What part are you translating, btw =P
