Yukino: Champion of Justice Revealed
The Middle East, reduced to ruins, was shrouded in a city choked by the lingering smoke of a long-unwashed war. Amidst the horrifying devastation, the crumbling remnants of several buildings could be seen everywhere. The refugees had vacant, numbed eyes, and a stray dog, gaunt and sickly, lay listlessly on the ground. The atmosphere was thick with a suffocating sense of oppression.
A woman, her head covered in a plain white headscarf and wearing a red dress, stood silently gazing at the scene before her.
As if articulating a vision deeply ingrained in her heart, a raspy female voice emerged.
"I know, too, that prioritizing others over oneself is a form of hypocrisy."
The camera slowly pans, revealing the traveler's figure in a refugee camp. She sits amidst white tents, her beautiful face adorned with a sorrowful smile. Dirty children, their smiles innocent and bright, surround her, happily consuming the food she's pulled from her heavy pack. The atmosphere is both oppressive and hopeful, like a flower blooming before dawn.
...
The plain headscarf obscures her hair, hiding the complexity of her emotions. "Even so… even so…"
The camera slowly closes in, magnifying her face. Beneath her weathered, pale hair, eyes burn with a fiery sincerity and unwavering determination—eyes full of humanity, radiating the incredibly beautiful light of an ideal.
"The wish for others' happiness should be a beautiful thing."
...
The scene shifts again, seemingly to a moment in the past. Her face is younger, her gaze resolute as she stands on the edge of a graveyard of swords. Blood streams from her eyes, interspersed with beads of sweat. Despite her injuries, an unwavering stubbornness remains.
A champion of justice, unafraid of the thorns ahead!
The woman facing her clenches her jaw in anger, seemingly unable to comprehend such foolishness.
Intertwined with the girl's memories is a dream passed down under the full moon, fueling an unyielding belief.
"ROOOOOAR!!!"
Two enormous swords descend like divine punishment, creating a terrifying wind pressure.
The girl's hair stands on end, blue electrical arcs sparking from her palms. With a clear "clang," two ancient artifacts materialize in her hands, instantly deflecting the giant swords aimed at her body. Immediately, her gaze unwavering, she charges forward with her twin blades, her ideal unleashed in a raspy roar!
"This dream is not a mistake!!!"
Countless giant swords fly towards the girl, threatening to tear apart the very fabric of space! The air trembles, the sky splits, the black and white twin blades deflecting every threat. With a deafening roar, deep furrows are plowed into the earth, sending up massive plumes of mud that obscure several meters.
In the mist, the girl is like a raging falcon, her legs a blur, surpassing all!
The white-haired woman's cold expression softens slightly, seemingly struggling to accept what she sees.
Regardless, with the girl's aggressive advance, the distance between them shrinks.
Twenty meters… Ten meters… Five meters… Two meters…
In a flash, she reaches the spirit's side. Facing her tall opponent, her blood-stained left arm extends in a strike. Her right arm bends, the black, belief-imbued broken blade plunging towards the opponent's abdomen.
Even if the path ahead is hell, she will absolutely walk it!
...
"How excessive…"
"Such a woman… actually existed…"
The white-haired spirit falls silent, her eyes slightly vacant, as if her own belief is wavering.
She raises her right hand high, a white short sword spinning rapidly in her palm dozens of times. Without hesitation, she plunges it towards the girl's head.
The soaring background music abruptly cuts out. Time seems to freeze.
A gray sky, a massive gear meshing between the two figures, swirling clouds… gradually forming a world-famous painting.
The camera continues to zoom out… and out…
What is revealed is a boundless graveyard of swords.
As the camera zooms further, the gray sky fades, countless rolling dark clouds drawing a curtain. Miles of white clouds pour into this desolate world, stretching as far as the eye can see.
Everything, at this moment, seems incredibly small, heart-wrenching.
...
No one knows the outcome of their duel, only the final image, as if after a rain shower, the sky clears. It seems to hint at something…
"Is this a parallel world's Yukinoshita Yukino?"
In the classroom, Kasumigaoka Utaha locks her phone screen, still deeply shaken.
Reason tells her it's probably a movie PV funded by someone, or that the woman with the clear sense of justice and unwavering determination might not be Yukino, but someone who simply resembles her.
But the emotions surging in her heart tell her this PV is real!
Parallel worlds exist!
That woman… without a doubt, is Yukinoshita Yukino!
Without any evidence, just a strange intuition, she has to be.
A partner in justice, tearing apart spirits, staking everything for her ideals…
Thinking back to the shocking scenes, the girl felt her blood boil...
A surge of incredible inspiration washed over her, igniting a desire to write an ultra-cool, action-packed light novel! For some reason, Utaha felt a newfound respect for that Yukino from the parallel world.
The slight resentment she had once felt for being compared to Yukino, the so-called "high peak flower," vanished in that moment.
Who could dislike a truly kind person?
To personally venture into a war zone, to aid the victims, to act on behalf of justice—how incredibly heroic!
Perfect! She would set the male protagonist of her new work as a gender-swapped version of Yukino!
The girl silently affirmed her decision, then put on her headphones, unable to resist rewatching the video. With ten minutes left before class, she had enough time to enjoy it five more times.
Meanwhile, in Class J of the second year at the General Affairs High School, whispers filled the air as students' gazes converged in one direction.
"When did she become an actress?"
"I didn't expect Yukinoshita to appear so cold on the surface while secretly filming a movie!"
"This film feels so real; it's as if that parallel world truly exists. I didn't realize Yukinoshita could be this cool. I kind of regret not becoming friends with her back in the first year."
"I'll always love Yukinoshita Yukino! I want to have a yuri relationship with her!"
"Yukinoshita is right there! Go confess your feelings!"
"I like the Yukino from the Holy Grail world, not the Yukino from our world."
"You're just playing word games."
Yukinoshita Yukino shyly buried her face in her arms on the desk, using a book to shield her embarrassment.
This is social death.
I'm really facing social death.
Why are there such bizarre websites? Is that Yukinoshita Yukino really me?
I don't want to be a partner in justice!
After the airing of Fate/stay night, a tremendous wave of discussion erupted online.
On the Observer Network, the number of comments on the PV video had already amassed into the millions, with a plethora of shocked reactions flooding in.
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