September 10, 2020, Friday.
In an ordinary residential building, a handsome and strikingly attractive young man was busy in the kitchen, wearing an apron tied around his waist.
After preparing a sumptuous breakfast, Souma knocked on the door of the adjacent bedroom: "Roya, you have three minutes! If you don’t get up, I’ll spank you!"
From the bedroom came a muffled mumble.
"You always sleep in!"
Souma let out a sigh reminiscent of a weary father, feeling a bit like he was asking for it.
Why, at just seventeen, did he have to take on the role of a father?
He sat on the living room sofa, watching the daily news broadcast on the LCD television—
"The Lighthouse Nation announces a peace agreement with the Huns, accelerating troop withdrawal!"
"King Arthur and the Knight of the Lake, Lancelot, shake hands in reconciliation, while Prime Minister Mordred wears a complex expression..."
"The King of Heroes declares that the King of Conquerors is only fit to be his subordinate, and the King of Conquerors, flexing his muscles, shows his displeasure—tensions in the Middle East are about to ignite!"
"Prime Minister Zhuge Kongming arrived in the Sakura Isles to meet with Prefect Xu Fu of Fusang State, discussing plans for 2022..."
The young man quietly observed the familiar figures on the screen, reaching out as if to touch them, only to let out a soft sigh.
This was the era of Heroic Spirits, where myths continued to thrive in reality.
Countless beings from history and mythology were active on the world stage as Heroic Spirits, captivating countless people.
There once was a Nameless Heroic Spirit who sacrificed everything to create this splendid era of Heroic Spirits.
Walking through the long river of history, Souma Kurobane witnessed and personally participated in the entirety of human history—
The Saint burning fiercely in the flames, the innocent girl pulling the sword from the stone, the ancient king boldly challenging the gods, the eternal emperor seeking immortality...
The Snowfield Oath, the Absolute Demonic Front, the Grand Temple of Time...
He was there for all of it!
As the most beloved Nameless Heroic Spirit of Alaya, he traversed the entirety of human history, fighting alongside powerful Heroic Spirits and sharing drinks.
When he sacrificed everything to wish upon the Holy Grail of the Stars, repairing the shattered planet.
That gentle junior, with an even gentler voice, said, "Goodbye, senpai. May you find a harbor to rest in!"
The usual trickster merchant smiled sweetly, "Your journey has ended; you can rest now, Master."
Since this was a journey, there must be an end.
"Tired souls rest in the woven fairy tale. If we meet again, don’t forget to treat me to strawberry cake~"
That boy who loved chasing virtual idols waved goodbye.
Everything finally came to an end.
After traversing six thousand years of human history and sacrificing everything to restart the Earth, he finally completed his mission as a savior and returned to a peaceful daily life.
This was not merely a sacrifice of his spiritual foundation but a complete erasure of the concept of his own "existence."
The Nameless Heroic Spirit who once saved the world vanished from everyone’s memory; no one could remember him anymore!
After everything was reset, the name "Emiya" was erased from concept, and he became Souma, symbolizing a fresh start.
He had worked for Alaya as a corporate slave for an unknown number of years as a savior, thoroughly indulging in the thrill of being a righteous partner.
In this life, he just wanted to be an ordinary high school student, enjoying a warm and peaceful youth.
Souma lazily lay on the sofa, listening to a slightly melancholic song on his phone—
"Together with you at the end of summer, dreaming of the future, never forgetting the great hope, believing we will meet again in August ten years later..."
"Secret Base ~ All That You Gave Me ~"
Every time he listened to this song, it resonated with his own experiences, and he had specifically set it as his ringtone.
He had given everything for humanity; it was time for him to enjoy a peaceful daily life.
Everything was peaceful, except for...
Souma knocked on the bedroom door: "Roya, if you don’t get up now, I’ll confiscate your phone and you’ll never be able to play again!"
Every day, he had to engage in a battle of wits with this little brat, which was quite annoying.
A soft, nasal voice came from the bedroom, and out walked a little girl with golden hair styled in twin ponytails.
Just waking up, she was wearing a loose top that exposed large areas of her porcelain-like skin.
Her slender legs, wrapped in white stockings, casually kicked at her slippers.
Souma reached out and pinched her soft little face: "Hurry up and eat! You’re going to be late!"
She was adorable, but at school and at home, she was two completely different personas.
Originally a gentle and kind little angel.
But one day, after accidentally opening a mobile game, she instantly transformed into a fallen angel.
Just like that useless angel, Gabriel!
"Wah, no way! Pervert! I’m not a little kid anymore!"
Roya puffed up her cheeks in frustration.
"Heh, the day you can wake up on your own and make me a delicious breakfast is the day I’ll stop waking you up," Souma casually replied as he sat back down on the sofa, continuing to watch the news.
"Hmph! You pervert who likes lolis!"
Roya rolled her eyes.
She casually glanced at the television screen and recited dramatically, "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; the Heroic Spirits have taken the stage of history, and mortals can only worship them as if gazing upon the divine!"
"Heroic Spirits have nothing to do with you... Hurry up and brush your teeth, wash your face, and eat!"
Souma paused for a moment, his expression growing increasingly annoyed, almost ready to kick her.
"Hmph! If I could become a Heroic Spirit, I could have anything I wanted! Why do I have to count my money every day?"
The little girl dragged herself toward the bathroom, mumbling as she walked.
"Want to become a Heroic Spirit, huh..."
Souma’s expression suddenly turned strange.
He was a bit curious about what kind of expression that brat would have if she knew his true identity.
She would probably be dumbfounded, completely questioning her life.
But that was all in the past.
Now he was no longer that Nameless Heroic Spirit who walked through human history, sharing drinks with legendary figures.
I, Souma, just want to be an ordinary high school student!
The two of them set off for school, each carrying a backpack.
Along the streets, posters of Heroic Spirits were plastered everywhere.
"Oh my gosh, when will I ever get to meet these Heroic Spirits up close!"
Roya switched to her outside mode, walking demurely beside him while bombarding him with words.
"Once you become a big shot, you’ll be able to meet these Heroic Spirits."
Souma thought for a moment and emphasized, "No more buying Heroic Spirit figurines and posters!"
"Ugh! If you were a wealthy Heroic Spirit like the King of Heroes, would you care about such trivial expenses?"
Roya pouted slightly.
She quickened her pace, heading toward her classmates waiting on the other side.
Behind her, Souma shook his head: "The King of Heroes, huh... Once you truly understand, you’ll realize that guy is even stingier than I am; he wants everything!"
Well, it was time to enjoy another incredibly peaceful day.
A life without blood-soaked battles was truly wonderful!
After Roya followed her friends into the classroom, she pretended to casually pull out her phone.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a video trending at number one on a pink app—
[The Biography of the Nameless Heroic Spirit!]
[Your name is unknown, but your achievements will last through the ages!]
She glanced at the uploader—
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