Fate: I Will Eventually Become the Hero of Justice

Chapter 12

Sakura has left.

Her departure has left a sense of emptiness. Although it's not necessarily a devastating or heart-wrenching feeling, it's undeniable that something is missing now that they've lived together for half a month. It would be false to say that there are no feelings involved at all.

However, because he had already prepared himself mentally, he can still bear it. In a few more days, the power of time will be enough to erase these psychological bumps. Besides, his own life is still hanging by a thread in the Holy Grail War, where does he have the energy to think about other people's affairs?

Is he so selfless? What a joke!

Survival is the top priority for any living being. It's a natural instinct to prioritize one's own safety and well-being.

It's just that - he can't sleep!

Shirou, who had been unable to sleep sat up in bed again, rubbing his tired eyes and scratching his head in frustration.

The moonlight outside leaked through the thin curtain, scattering faint mercury-colored patterns on the bedding.

Shirou, looking disheveled, realized that his inability to sleep was abnormal.

The missing person-shaped pillow that Shirou had hugged for the past half month was no longer on the bed, making it difficult for him to get comfortable no matter how he turned. The worst part was that whenever he did manage to fall asleep, he would dream of Sakura being dragged into an abyss by endless black worms, reaching out to him for help and calling out, "Brother... Brother..."

In the bathroom, Shirou splashed cold water on his face and looked at himself in the mirror. He gave himself a slap to try and snap out of it.

"Pa!"

"Damn it! Wake up, Shirou! Fujimaru Shirou! You're not the original owner of this body, you're not a hero, you're just an ordinary person! She's not your whoever, don't think so much! Go to sleep!"

However, despite his efforts, Shirou was still unable to fall asleep.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, bathed in cool moonlight, Shirou couldn't help but feel frustrated with himself. Was it his body or his own inability to let go that was preventing him from sleeping? The most annoying part was that his mind kept bringing up all of the memories from the past.

There is always an unforgettable memory in Shirou's heart.

That was a day from his second grade in elementary school in his previous life. China wasn't as developed then and was in the era of a real economy, where foreigners were more important than officials. Shirou, who walked to school with the other boys in the morning, saw a crying baby in a garbage heap on the way to the vegetable market. When he passed by again in the evening, the baby was still there, but it wasn't crying anymore.

If he remembered it because it was sad, that couldn't be the case. Shirou was not a saint, he was just an ordinary person. But if he had been indifferent, he wouldn't still remember it now.

And now, he was facing a similar scene. He was in the same second grade of elementary school, with similar problems. The difference was that he was no longer the little boy he used to be, but a mature soul in society. And being mature meant abandoning all immature elements and looking at things rationally.

But -

"Please! Don't let me think about these things anymore, I don't want to think about these! It's none of my business! It's none of my business! She's just a little girl I've known for half a month, I'm not her dad, her death has nothing to do with me!"