Put on the original god master C vest and travel through the comics

"Can people change?"

"People change."

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The rain outside the window was pattering, and Matou Ying was lying on the white bed, making a trembling cry of pain, she thought her voice would be drowned in the endless rainy night.

as usual.

Like every day and night in the past, there was continuous rain, and there was no light of hope.

This world is always like this, always putting all the pain on her, as if the whole world hates her.

She is an existence abandoned by the world, her father abandoned her, Uncle Kariya failed to save her...

Everyone is hurting her.

Why her?

Suddenly, the thunder light pierced through the long night, with a huge roar, and with terrifying power, it broke her world for the first time.

Her servant stood at the door, under the light of thunder, the expression of the god was indifferent.

Matou Sakura suddenly felt panicked.

Will she hate me?

Will she... think I'm dirty?

The thought of resistance rose for the first time, Matou Sakura stretched out her hand, and slapped Matou Shinji hard.

"do not want!"

But the next second she regretted it.

She clearly knew that if she resisted, there would be no good results.

"What did you say!?"

Look, sure enough.

As if being offended, the muscles on Matou Shinji's face twitched, and he raised his hand, which was the familiar movement of the assailant.

Matou Sakura closed her eyes.

Ah, I'm going to be beaten again.

But for a long time, there was no pain.

Matou Sakura opened her eyes, and saw the hand that was about to hurt her, staying in mid-air, and her vision gradually turned, it was her follower.

It's that - "God".

Gao Jie's vocabulary is a vocabulary that Matou Sakura will never dare to touch.

Does she really deserve it?

As if he understood her thoughts, Ying looked at Matou Ying, his eyes were silent, as if nothing could enter her heart.

"If you wish, anything is possible."

Her words were very simple, but gave Matou Sakura great courage, she pushed Matou Shinji away, that brother who always made her unable to resist, was pushed away so easily for the first time.

Then she ran behind Ying, and for a moment, it seemed that a hole in her heart was filled.

It was... a warm feeling.

Let her suddenly have a surge of courage——

Could she, too, be chasing something unrealistic?

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When the word "God" appeared, Matou Shinji felt a strong sense of nausea, as if he was constantly reminded that he was a waste without magic talent.

So what if he summoned a servant?

Just an ordinary human being.

So what if it can withstand a knife from the gods?

Even if he can't protect his own friends, such a servant, even if he has the job title of Saber, is also the weakest among all the servants, right?

Thinking of this, Matou Shinji became even more angry.

Why, why did she summon a powerful servant?

Wouldn't that prove his incompetence even more?

Matou Shinji exerted more force on his arm, but he found that his hand could not move at all.

Mortals are invincible against gods.

And weak as him, he mocked his followers in his heart, but never thought that what Wan Ye did was beyond the reach of too many people.

He is an unrepeatable miracle.

It's a pity that his master doesn't realize this.

But yes, there will always be masters and servants who disagree in the Holy Grail War, and it is normal for such things to happen.

"let it go!"

Matou Shinji shouted, but he didn't dare to call his followers.

Because he still remembers what happened on the day he summoned.

It was a miracle.

When he found the command spell in his hand, Matou Shinji was undoubtedly happy, as if he had been recognized suddenly, if it wasn't for magic that needs to be kept secret, he would have liked to tell everyone.

——He can summon followers!

If, if he can win the Holy Grail War, what a wonderful thing it would be!

He happily prepared for a long time, read the book he got from his grandfather over and over again, and even imagined that he could summon the gods.

—There are seven gods!He can always summon one, right?

Unfortunately not.

When he saw the boy appearing in the summoning formation, Matou Shinji's eyes were full of disappointment.

Because the young man's face is not similar to any of the gods depicted in the book.

That is an ordinary person.

No, not really.

Matou Shinji noticed something extraordinary about the boy - it was the eyes of God.

Through reading the books, he naturally knew that the God's Eye was a kind of symbol recognized by the gods, and it was the best choice if the gods had not been summoned.

Better than summoning real ordinary people.

Even though Matou Shinji conceited that he would not summon ordinary people, he still felt worried.

So at first he was just relieved.

Either way, it's not the worst.

At least for him who has no talent, it is already an excellent situation.

However, people are never satisfied.

Things changed when Matou Sakura called.

——She actually summoned a god.

Seeing the purple figure appearing in the summoning formation accompanied by the thunder light, Matou Shinji was almost torn apart by jealousy, he clenched his fist tightly, his slightly long nails cut through the palm, oozing blood.

But faster than him, and more hated than him, is another person.

Without any instructions, the servant who was still normal when he came suddenly rushed out, and the blade pointed straight at the figure in the summoning formation. Strong emotions wrapped around the blade, as if to tear her apart.

At that moment, Matou Shinji was even looking forward to it.

Unfortunately, it was stopped in the end.

"Shen Er, use the command spell."

A body made of insects appeared beside him, and Grandpa's voice sounded. Out of fear, Matou Shinji couldn't resist his request.

Although at this moment, he wants to see his followers win more than anyone else.

It's not that he approves of the servant's actions, it's just some kind of competitive spirit.

But in the end he could only raise his hand: "Saber, stop attacking."

Because he is as cowardly as he is, he can't resist Grandpa's orders at all.

A stroke of the command spell disappeared, but Wanye was still struggling. His knife was raised high, and finally he could only stop in mid-air. The trembling hand moved the knife and made an unpleasant sound. Matou Shinji couldn't see the face of Wanye , can only look at his back, as if filled with some kind of despair.

He cannot understand his followers.

Although he agreed with Wan Ye's actions for a while, he still couldn't empathize with Wan Ye.

So he didn't have any special emotions about obeying grandpa's orders.

Matou Shinji like this, naturally couldn't see what kind of feelings Manyo was embracing at the moment.

That strong emotion, in the end, only left a shallow impression on him, making him avoid his followers from meeting Thor.

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Since then, Manyo has always stayed alone, either in a separate room, looking out the window in a daze, or in the shadow of the corridor, wishing to erase all traces of himself.

Although he is in Matou's house, he seems to have nothing to do with anyone.

Just watching quietly, and completing the task assigned by the Master.

Like an empty shell that has lost its soul.

But it doesn't matter, this is the best state.

—he had thought so.

until……

until a familiar voice was heard.

I can't remember who gave the order to kill Emiya Shirou. As a follower, all his emotions were buried, like a walking dead, obviously wanting to control his emotions, but it is difficult to do so.

The only emotion was the anger when he saw General Raiden. At that moment, he seemed to come back to life, but Wanye knew very well that this state was still wrong.

He shouldn't be angry.

He shouldn't... want to kill General Thunderbolt.

This goes against his nature, he clearly—

He obviously... what should he do?

What kind of person is he...?

His memory gradually blurred, and just when he almost lost himself, a familiar voice appeared.

There was a young girl standing in the direction where the voice came from. She was wearing a strange but familiar outfit, and she was smiling brightly. Just looking at her, Wanye felt a burst of warmth in his heart.

It seems that the emotion that disappeared for a long time has returned again, and it is not negative hatred, but a more positive emotion called joy.

He was very happy, as if he had met a friend who had been reunited for a long time, and he couldn't wait to go up and say hello to his friend, play a piece of music, and talk about what he had seen and heard during these days.

But such emotions come and go quickly.

The barrier that hid his emotions reappeared.

As if the joy of the moment before was just an illusion, leaving only a strong sense of loss reminding him that he is not satisfied with the nothingness now.

Looking at the girl again, Manyo, who concealed his excess emotions, was able to see Nota, and he suddenly realized that "he" shouldn't be like this.

"he"?Why do you say "he"?Obviously a girl?Obviously according to the language habits here, men and women are distinguished, girls should use "she"?

But almost firmly, Wanye felt that the girl in front of him could not be called "she".

Instead, it should be referred to more broadly, "he".

Strange, obviously not in line with common sense.

But looking at this girl, all the entanglements disappeared.

That's what he wanted to say, and that's what he should have said.

"He" is not a girl, and he shouldn't even look like this. "He" has a familiar atmosphere and a warmth that makes people want to get close.

"He" is unique.

It is golden and exists like a warm sun.

As long as you get close to him, you can feel hope.

However... now he saw himself, holding a bleeding blade and pulling it out from the chest of an innocent human being.

Hope turned to despair in an instant.

Will be hated?

Such a self...a self who killed people without mercy must have disappointed him, right?

Obviously he didn't want to do this, and he had never done it before, why...why couldn't he control himself?

When the others left and it was only them, Wan Ye opened his mouth, he probably wanted to say something, he wanted to ask for help, he wanted to vent, he wanted to express the distress in his heart.

But in the end, there was only a hasty escape left.

do not look at me……

Don't look at me with such sad eyes... Please...

Eventually, he ran away, like a coward.

His voice could not be conveyed, and hatred sprouted in his heart. He almost split his emotions and felt the pain on the spiritual level.

I'm sorry... I can't keep myself... I'm really sorry...

traveler...

help me……