Death Carries a Cane (Passi di danza su una lama di rasoio)

I first felt it about a decade ago.

At the time, some trouble was happening nearby.

So I solved it the fastest way.

And then, it suddenly occurred to me.

"Huh? This is familiar."

"I've done this before."

Déjà vu, you see.

When you do something for the first time, but it feels familiar.

Afterward, that feeling never left me for a second.

One word describes how this feels: shitty.

I can't see the future, so doesn't help one damn bit.

It just makes everything suck!

It's so boring.

I want the unknown.

So I want to do crazy things, with crazy people, so crazy stuff happens,

and I can destroy this déjà vu.

If I can do that, I don't care if I die.

No, it's the only way I can feel alive.

However...

And this is where it gets weird.

When I feel this déjà vu,

for some reason, no matter what I do, I just can't die.

A passing hot guy appears.

Hilarious, huh?

Like a third-rate pulp hero, who can't lose.

I'm a toy of God.

Golden Beast

Shirou!

You idiot!

I told you to stay out of this!

Shut up.

My life doesn't revolve around you.

I'm the star of my own life.

You stay the hell out of this.

What the hell are you talking about?

Don't just come out of nowhere and start babbling, bastard...

See? Déjà vu.

You did this before.

And it's the same for me.

Damn it. Try harder.

Or else the déjà vu won't stop.

What are you...

Leon,

I've changed my mind.

You take that kid.

Understood.

Looks like they've settled on a plan.

So, Ren...

Don't make that face. You saw what just happened, right?

I'm not completely useless.

So it seems.

But don't forget...

I refuse to help you commit suicide.

Don't die, shithead!

For an ordinary human, you're fast.

The way you move... You're used to this.

But is that all?

You dodged that?

I was fairly serious.

Very well.

I guess you just barely pass.

Give me your name, kid.

Yusa Shirou.

It's okay if you forget.

You're gonna die soon, anyway.

Sorry, but I can't die at night.

They won't let me die.

Be proud, kid!

It's been about forty years

since I used this in a one-on-one fight with a normal human.

At this point, I can't hold back.

They start screaming,

telling me to let them suck blood!

Does that hurt?

I bet it does.

Weep with joy!

I won't let you get away!

I'll ask once more.

You aren't interested in coming with me?

Of course not!

Amazing.

How can you react like that?

You really aren't normal.

Neither was he. You're friends, aren't you?

You're both bizarre.

Definitely not normal humans.

Just what I'd expect of...

Of what?

The toys of an insane mage?

Screw you.

You're the ones who are bizarre!

When I look at you, I feel useless.

To get where you are,

you don't know how many years it took, or how many I killed.

You can proudly proclaim that you don't like to fight.

Keep those you treasure by your side.

Love and be loved. A happy boy.

Denouncing those like me probably makes you feel like a hero.

I'm jealous.

So I can't forgive you.

Formation!

What's wrong?

You cannot run away now.

You are still too naïve, Leonhart.

You can't underestimate a desperate human.

Had you remembered that, you could have dealt with this.

Oh, well. Very good.

Impossible.

No... No, this can't be!

Allow me to introduce myself, once more.

I am the Priest of the Grail.

Third of the Longinus Dreizehn Orden black round table,

Valeria Trifa, Christof Lohengrin.

The man that a certain person, who might be called your father,

cursed to be an evil holy man.

Oh, yeah. They'll clash soon.

Until then, hang in there.