There were numerous strategies to secure victory in the game. Shirou had taken on the persona of a long snow inspecting Hawaiian for long enough to grasp most of them, and he could easily discern what his fellow inspector was attempting. A straightforward counterattack was at Shirou's disposal, and the Team Slayer one-flag match on the renowned map, Last Resort, was destined to be his. He initiated the strategy with the assurance of a seasoned player who had faced this scenario countless times before, recalling all his past adversaries and their armaments. Thus, it was with immense astonishment that he witnessed his opponent execute a maneuver he had never encountered or foreseen, leading to his swift defeat in the game, prompting him to delve even deeper into Unlimited Blade Works.

It's not his fault. You can't hold him accountable. He genuinely has no clue how it unfolded. I kept brainstorming excuses to present to momma taiga that would soothe her when she discovered what transpired, but the more I pondered, the clearer it became that none would suffice.

Another available to you is selecting the syllable count in the words you utter. You may have never contemplated this option before, yet it exists every time you open your mouth to speak. You make countless decisions like this without even realizing it, but each time, you have the power to choose. What will you do with this newfound awareness?

It marked the first day of the rest of Shirou's existence. This wasn't the day of his actual birth, but he understood that nothing would remain unchanged from this moment onward. While this realization was somewhat daunting, it was also incredibly liberating. His past no longer weighed him down or demanded his attention and defense. He flung off the covers that had kept him warm in bed after the intense one-flag match on Last Resort, and took his member into his hand, pulling it with unprecedented force, thanks.