I don't know how long it took, but I finally woke up from the darkness.

There was only a deep black in front of me, my whole body was tightly wrapped in darkness, and it was extremely difficult to breathe.

——Where am I?

The cold feeling spread from my left hand to my whole body. I struggled to move, but my body did not respond at all.

——Why am I here?

Try to flip through your memories, trying to understand why you are trapped in this darkness.

--who I am?

There was only a blank space in my memory, and I could never remember my name.

——What's going on?

I can't remember anything, see nothing, hear nothing, and do nothing.

My experience is so anxious that I am about to burn, but I forget the feeling of anxiety.

Angry, what is that?

The soul is like a floating float at the bottom of the water, thinking about human nature in endless darkness that a creature with only one day's life cannot understand.

I have to understand that it must be something I once had.

There must have been such a thing that fills my entire soul with glory, and I have been moved and joyful and excited by it.

What exactly is that? What is the so-called touching sadness and joy?

I was trapped in an unsolvable mystery.

Time flows away drop by drop, the body becomes colder and the fear becomes deeper.

What is fear? What am I afraid of?

Why? Can't remember it?

The angry soul is questioning, but I really can't remember that blank memories cannot understand the existence of the soul.

What do I want? Why do I think about this much?

What is that?

Are all the same things I want and what I fear?

As time goes by, I am questioning myself, something slowly coming up makes me more and more uneasy.

What am I uneasy?

By the way.

I'm worried about my disappearance.

I want this darkness to disappear.

All I want is change.

What will happen after the darkness disappears?

Facing the blank space that covered the entire soul, I was thinking persistently.

If you don't think about it, you will definitely disappear.

The disappearing self cannot think like now and find what he once had.

What exactly are those?

He questioned Blank angrily, and Blank memories remained silent.

No matter how hard you try, you can't erase the blank space.

The questioning soul only turns into a cold statue in the darkness.

Blank is the last shroud, the last thing I can see in my life.

By the way.

I saw the blank space, what is darkness to me?

Seeing white in the dark, what is white?

White means...

White means...

White means...

Light.

That's my memory.

Countless lights illuminate me, and infinite light and colors fill my world.

The white girl leaned over and hugged me, telling me something in words that I couldn't understand.

All the memories came over and I finally remembered my identity.

I am - Shirou Emiya.

——saber.

Unconscious murmur awakens the soul, and endless pain tells me the existence of the body.

——Saber is back.

I heard Saber's voice.

A certain feeling suddenly surged up, I wanted to chant, I wanted to sing.

My body still couldn't move, and there seemed to be a thick layer of gauze in front of me.

I must see Saber again and break through this final obstacle.

Encourage again and again, struggle little by little.

For a long time, use all your strength to regain the existence of life.

I don’t know how long it took, but I finally broke through a certain barrier.

A sound came from a distant place.

"How can I save this--!"

A familiar voice outlined a bright red figure in front of my eyes.

The voice echoed around him silently, and the girl must be very worried now.

"How could I save such a fool? How could I save my body like this?"

Is the red girl helpless?

"Maybe, I can help."

Another voice appeared beside me, a sound that echoed in my dreams countless times.

"saber?! Are you still a magician, and the knight can't have such advanced healing, right?"

Saber is a swordsman, how will she save me?

"If what I expected is good, I will definitely save him."

A cold little hand pressed on my chest, and her voice was closer to me.

"Shiro must have used that medium to summon me. There is a deeper connection between me and Shiro, but he just doesn't know it."

“Huh?”

Tonsaka next to me, and I was lying down, I didn't understand what Saber was saying.

"There must be records of the past in his body. Even if he is confused by the future soul of Emiya, as long as I can retrieve the most complete record, I can..."

Saber's voice was faintly visible, and the stable voice made me fall asleep unconsciously.

~~~~~~~ World~~ Need~~ Divide~~ Line~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“saber——”

I woke up from the fearful dream, and sat up screaming.

"Shirou, how are you?"

The soft little hand belonging to the woman reached over to support my body, turned around and saw the girl's concerned face, and Saber whispered inquiry came from his ears.

“saber…”

She really got back to me.

My eyes must be red, and the urge to cry made my nose sore. I looked at the girl foolishly and turned all my mood into three words.

"sorry."

The girl helped me sit up, she pressed my shoulders and said seriously.

"No, thank you Shirou, thank you for saving me from the endless darkness."

That must be the darkness that I just struggled with living from it, and I couldn't imagine how painful and fearful Saber would be.

but--

"Everything is over, it's good that Saber is back, I will never let you leave again."

Saber stayed a little while away from my eyes and began to check my wounds.

"Does Shirou's body still hurt? How do you feel with your left hand?"
To be continued...