Chapter 137

["If you can't even understand this..."]

["Then go drown in your ideals!"]

Hiss~.

Many Earthlings stared blankly at the scene of the white-haired older sister going on the offensive.

Goodness, my dear mother, did you have to be so brutal!

["Thump!!"]

[In the graveyard of swords, it was as if a heavy object had fallen to the ground, suddenly kicking up a massive cloud of dust.]

[The young girl Yukino’s pupils were slightly unfocused; she lay in a pool of blood, her skin torn and flesh mangled.]

[At this moment, her mind was flooded with the past of that other Yukino, the one she had clashed with.]

[A cycle like hell itself.]

[In order to pursue justice and ideals, she signed a contract with the Counter Force.]

[However, after signing the contract, for the sake of "correctness," she was constantly slaughtering anyone who stood in the way of the greater good or did not conform to humanity's future. Some of these people were evil, but more were ordinary people, or even good people.]

[In a cycle with no end in sight, under endless slaughter.]

[Yukino regretted it.]

[As long as she was needed, she had to pick up her blade and slaughter, no matter how many times.]

[Unable to refuse, from the moment she...]

[Only then did she realize that the ideals held by the woman named Yukinoshita Yukino were nothing more than selfish idealism.]

[For the sake of so-called "correctness," arbitrarily depriving others of their lives...]

[Heh~.]

Watching that self-deprecating smile, reality shook, and countless netizens were in an uproar.

Especially the disaster victims in war zones, whose sense of immersion was maxed out. Even survivors who had fled to the United States of America took a deep breath, their fingers flying across keyboards, clattering as they posted online.

"Although it's obvious Yukino is the main character, Black Archer is right!"

"Ideals only exist in fantasy!"

"Why hasn't war stopped in reality? Because of the struggle for resources!"

"If you want a good life, I can't have one, so we kill each other and fight each other."

"A world where everyone is happy does not exist."

"Even if technology achieves material satisfaction, what about spiritual satisfaction?"

"What about those who can only be satisfied by abusing others?"

Soon, the post hit the trending list.

Below, netizens who couldn't stand it retorted.

"Just find an M!"

"The world is so big, there's always someone suitable!"

"Besides... can't people have ideals? What's wrong with hoping everyone is happy?"

"Isn't there a saying, it's not the result that matters, but the process!"

"Isn't the figure striving toward ideals also dazzling!"

Soon, some people sneered and mocked.

"Yeah, the result is ending up in the miserable state of Black Archer, trapped in an infinite cycle of hell. Kid, you need to recognize reality."

"What is the military for?"

"It is a product used to fight for the interests of the group represented by the nation, that phenomenon of a community!"

"A soldier's duty is to defend their country and kill the enemy!"

"Are you saying soldiers aren't righteous?"

Kudo Shinichi frowned, "Of course not. As long as it is killing, it is never correct. No matter the reason, one cannot kill. Life is precious; no one has the qualification to deprive others of their lives."

"Bullshit. If you try to kill me and I fight back, is that not justice?"

Someone below cursed.

"If one country invades another, then at that moment, the war of resistance is absolutely righteous, even sacred!"

"It's the same in reality."

"When the law cannot give you justice, revenge is righteous and sacred!"

"......"

For a time, the two schools of thought on the internet turned into a chaotic mess!

But clearly, the other Reverse Reverse Side was not Yukino's line of thought; they were just pure "white leftists."

And for Yukino, if she faced someone who had completely fallen into darkness and could not be saved, she would still kill them with the intention of saving them.

[In the pool of blood, the young girl Yukino’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and she woke up immediately after a brief moment of trance.]

[She understood and accepted reality.]

[But she continued to pursue the ideal that could never be reached.]

[Isn't that also beautiful...?]

[Thump!]

[Her heart beat wildly.]

[The fire of conviction was ignited at this moment!]

[Deep within the concept of the person named Yukinoshita Yukino, a golden scabbard emitted a faint light.]

[Constantly infecting, constantly extending, the light gradually grew stronger.]

91. The whole internet is confused: Holy crap, can she really project Excalibur?

["Hey... that's hell ahead!"]

[In her dream, the young girl Yukino saw a mechanical life, as if she heard someone warning her, but she did not stop... She silently passed by, and even if the scenery along the way was desolate, she would still head to the end.]

[Finally, she reached the mountaintop and firmly pulled out that sword.]

[She stood on the peak, holding the sword high, cold and lonely.]

["Whoosh!"]

[In an instant, dazzling firelight burst through her body, shattering the haze that shrouded the entire world!]

[That beautiful figure was like the noble fire-thief Prometheus!]

Stunning!

Incomparably stunning!

Everyone watching this scene was stunned.

They vaguely remembered that young girl who had stumbled into the Holy Grail War, her face full of naivety.

She needed to be saved, constantly saved...

She was losing, constantly losing...

Knocked down time and time again, losing important people in her heart again and again.

But, she also grew through each tempering, her soul becoming mature and firm. Archer’s admonition to Yukino, Yukino’s realization about Archer—that ideal became incomparably dazzling and beautiful in its entrustment.

Even in a desolate situation, it was illuminated with brilliance.

"Yukinoshita... Yukino......"

In the small town, Okazaki Tomoya muttered to himself, as if chewing on that person's weathered life, his eyes changing from calm to admiration.

Anyone who helps others with a warm heart, no matter who they are, would want to build a bond with them.

[In the graveyard of swords, the young girl swayed, kneeling up from the pool of blood.]

[Her eyes were somewhat lost, thick blood covered her closed left eye, her tattered clothes were full of wrinkles, wisps of white mist curled around her, and golden light constantly rose from the places where her skin was torn.]

[Golden light wrapped around her wounds like silk threads—her lower abdomen, shoulders, thighs, arms......]

["Hmm?"]