4 parts Ongoing The end was always the same, no matter how hard he tried, how much knowledge he gathered, how many swords he created, it never wasn't enough, his status as a faker made him unable to hold anything, not a sword, not something dear to him. And now, as he stared at his demise a feeling of shame washed over him, but he knew it wasn't the end, his deal needed to be completed, and thus, before it could take him a pair of arms wrapped around his waist.
"Tell me Shirou, what is your wish?"