Chapter 5
My heart is beating hard.
Plop, plop, plop, all the blood in the veins began to rush amidst the frenzied heartbeat.
The sound of saliva being swallowed came from the throat, and the breathing began to become messy.
'Was that a hallucination? Or were the clothes already torn?' Shirou stared at the two pieces of cloth lying on the ground, then suddenly froze.
No...
Although other things are still densely covered with thin lines like cracks, Shirou cannot see the existence of [threads] on the two pieces of fabric that seem to have been cut open with a knife.
"A joke..." Shirou's mouth trembled stiffly, he almost subconsciously wanted to take all this as an illusion, however, the scene in front of him continued to force him to face reality.
The [thread] that runs across the surface of all things.
And the fabric that was gorgeously divided into two and lost [the thread] after that.
...No, not sure yet.
Shirou's breathing became rapid. After a moment of silence, he made up his mind and turned his gaze to the clothes in his hand.
He first unfolded the folded clothes, and then gently pulled them on both sides. After confirming that the clothes themselves were not damaged, Shirou gently moved his trembling fingers along the [thread] and touched the past.
— patter.
Accompanied by the same sound as before, the sound of the cloth falling to the ground, the result is already obvious.
"..."
My head hurts.
The contents of the stomach rushed up the throat.
The beating of the heart became more and more intense, like an overheated engine.
Shirou, who was sweating profusely sat slumped on the ground. He endured nausea that kept pouring into his chest, raised his palm, looked at his hand, paused as if hesitating about something, and then gently closed his eyelids.
He took a few long and deep breaths, trying to stabilize his beating heart and messy breathing as much as possible.
Calm down, calm down... You've learned the basics of magic from your father, so what's the point of losing your calmness when you encounter a little setback?
But to be honest, at the moment when he raised his palm, Shirou really couldn't resist the urge to crush his eyeballs.
If he hadn't realized that this body belonged to another [Emiya Shirou] he might not be able to see anything now.
No matter how unwilling to face reality, the result is already very clear.
The extremely strong breath of [death] that I felt on those thin lines before was not an illusion.
I dreamed of becoming a Hero of Justice, but after going through a bunch of inexplicable things, I got a pair of eyes that can reveal the [death] of all things.
Compared with a gift, it is more like a kind of irony and ridicule from fate.
"Using my vision to observe the death of all things..." Putting his palms down from his eyes, Shirou opened his eyes again with a pensive expression, "Could it be that this is a so-called mystic eye? Is it?"
The subtle rainbow light mixed in his amber pupils, looking gorgeous and weird.
He remembered that his father once said to him that most magicians will implant their eyes with magic circuits. Through this technique, the eyeballs will be transformed into objects that actively interfere with the outside world.
A mystic eye.
However, artificially modified mystic eyes generally cannot use too powerful magic. After all, the magic released by the magic eye is nothing more than a project of magecraft, not a true miracle.
Its advantages are that the trigger conditions are convenient and extremely secretive, so most magicians have mystic eyes that can charm someone.
The ability to expose the concept of [death] in the form of a line, as Shirou feels now, is already an ability close to a miracle.
"Wait, if that's the case, then the headache I felt from the very beginning, could it be because of..."
Because the mystic eye was suddenly activated, the magic power in the body...or the life force has been unknowingly consumed?
After all, no matter how special it is, the ability released through a mystic eye should also be regarded as a kind of magic.
I didn't think about it before, but now that I think about it, this feeling of being oppressed was very similar to the pain I felt when failing to create a nerved circuit.
It's just that, compared with the severe pain that erupted at the moment when failing to create a nerved circuit, the pain of the mystic eyes felt now is much weaker.
Thinking of this, Shiro temporarily stopped cleaning the storage room.
He put the clothes in his hands on the ground beside him, sat down cross-legged on the spot, and then slowly adjusted his breathing.
Letting his aching brain turn into a blank sheet of paper.
Then, with the stripping of the perception of the outside world, he turned his vision towards the inside of the soul
However, when the consciousness successfully "saw" the scene inside the body, Shirou was stunned for a while.
He was a mediocre guy with no magic talent.
Kiritsugu said that only those with magic circuits can become magicians.
However, Shirou had never cared about the number of magic circuits or accumulated knowledge passed down from generation to generation.
—Dad had told me in the past.
To be able to use magic without magic circuits, Shirou can only simulate the nerves in his body into a magic circuit and connect them to the inside of the body. Only in this way can he use magic like other magicians.
Converting his vitality into magic
But if according to what my father said, I don't have a magic circuit...
What are these twenty-seven circuit board-like things emitting bright light?
He hasn't had time to make a similar magic circuit yet.
In the final analysis... Even if he wanted to make a nerved circuit, he could only use one at most.
There shouldn't be a reason why a whole twenty-seven of them would pop up all of a sudden—
Shirou couldn't help opening his eyes due to excessive shock and blinked blankly.
Could it be that this [Emiya Shirou] from Nagazora City, who has never learned any knowledge about magic unexpectedly has a magic talent?
'Alas, at a time like this, if dad was still around...'
'No, idiot, what am I thinking?'
Shirou shook his head and cursed secretly to himself deep in his heart.
Kiritsugu in this world is not a magician, asking him this question will only add unnecessary trouble.
However, if the twenty-seven circuits I just saw are all open.
'Could it be that these magic circuits are maintaining the state of activeness from these mystic eyes?'
Since this is the case, is it possible to release this completely uncontrollable mystic eye by letting these circuits fall into a state of sleep again?
"trace on [synchronization·start]—"
Shirou sinks his consciousness into the inside of his body again, recites the mantra of self-suggestion, and tries to let his consciousness touch these twenty-seven magic circuits full of magic power.
The process of contact between consciousness and the magic circuit was unexpectedly easy.
Compared with the imitation circuit that forcibly converts the nerves into magic power, controlling these magic circuits did not cause any trouble to Shirou.
After gaining control of all twenty-seven circuits, Shirou breathed a sigh of relief and continued to follow the method Kiritsugu gave him, trying to get these circuits out of his body bit by bit—and then... then it was a matter of course something went wrong.
"...!"
The moment he tried to get the magic circuit out of his body, Shirou only felt his whole body go cold as if all the heat had been taken away in an instant.
"Why is this... this is..."
Shirou, who was completely dominated by strange feelings, subconsciously made a confused voice along with a waterfall of cold sweat.
He didn't feel pain and didn't feel the backlash that often occurred when he wrongly installed the nerved circuits in the body during exercise.
However, the moment he tried to discard these circuits based on his previous experience, intense hypothermia, accompanied by paralysis similar to lightning incomparably invaded his body.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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