Rebirth of the Father of Anime

ps: Read the exclusive story behind "Father of Rebirth Anime", listen to your more suggestions on the novel, pay attention to the official account of Qidian Chinese website (add friends on WeChat-add official account-enter qdread), and tell me quietly! In this world, a man appeared, a man wearing a simple robe woven with the finest fibers.

The man talked to the flowers as if talking to a friend, and walked in the sea of ​​flowers. Without the slightest confusion or hesitation, he was humming a song, clearly not using any magic or mystery, and the flowers that did not bloom were competing for beauty one by one along the man's footprints.

Who is this guy?

Many people have Yiwen in their hearts. This is a stranger. Whether it is in Fate's animation or in the game, players can be sure that they have never seen this character before.

Is it King Arthur?

But shouldn't King Arthur in fate be a woman?

Could it be that some magic was used to change his appearance?

Although the man was alone throughout, there was no sign of identity, no introduction of himself, or someone calling his name. But suddenly, people who are very familiar with the story of King Arthur thought of a name by heart - Merlin!

This is a name that has never appeared in fate... No, it can't be regarded as not appearing, his name has appeared before, in the ending of the fate line!

Merlin contributed a lot to allowing Emiya to come to Avalon to meet Saber after his death!

The fairyland-like scenery here is undoubtedly the legendary Avalon, since this person is not Saber. Then he can only be Merlin.

For this place, Merlin is an unexpected interloper. Merlin seemed to be "running away". It was a bit inappropriate to say "fleeing", because Merlin didn't feel nervous at all, as if he was traveling. But he was indeed avoiding something.

and. Knowing that there was danger ahead, he stepped in full of curiosity, and as a matter of course, he was blocked. There is no ceiling. The vertical walls extend infinitely, trapping visiting magicians. It's like a tower without a roof. Merlin turned his head in the middle of the stone tower. The door you just entered has disappeared, and there are only stone walls extending infinitely to the sky.

Even across the world. This curse also followed like a shadow, obviously he offended a woman, and offended very deeply.

Merlin's expression was a little helpless and puzzled,

As a hybrid born of humans and nightmares, he feeds on dreams. It seems that the application of feelings is not understood.

"Sure enough, I still don't understand human beings. Isn't this a curse that cannot be established without sacrificing my life? It's terrible. I don't remember that I have done anything to that girl to be hated to such an extent. ..."

Merlin didn't have much to say about being "imprisoned". He shrugged his shoulders and sat down on the only protruding rock wreckage in the narrow solitary room. Although it is a bit hard to use as a chair, the height is just right. Sitting on the rock and looking up, there is only one small window on the wall there.

The sky seen through the window is not real, but as long as it is the same era, no matter where a man is, he can see the whole world.

In his eyes, there appeared the shadow of the poster that the audience had seen before. A petite figure, half kneeling on a hill full of corpses, looked around. His eyes were full of confusion and pain...and shaken.

Merlin stroked his arms, and suddenly a small thing emerged from his clothes—this was his familiar.

"The last scene is coming..."

Accompanied by the long and vicissitudes of memory, the picture begins to ripple, blur, and plunge into darkness like the surface of water. Soon, the screen flashed. In the mild light, the scenery seems blurred. After a while, it flashed again, as if a person had just woken up.

The camera zooms out. The surroundings are still very dark, only the morning light coming in through the crack of the door. Through the morning light, I can see the surrounding scenery clearly. This place is no longer the fairyland on earth. The simple house is full of ancient styles.

The mouse passed by the door very boldly. Seeing his skinny appearance, it was obvious that life here was not optimistic. The mouse got into the haystacks piled up in the room and disappeared.

Tianman's realistic cg strength made the audience even smell the damp and musty smell.

On the bed was a handsome boy who had just woken up under a thin blanket.

The fans with blonde hair and blue eyes, especially the fans of Saber, suddenly became excited. There is no doubt that even if she is not wearing her armor, even if she is not holding the one that belongs to her, the fans can recognize her at a glance!

This is the call of the king!

The real story is just beginning. This is the story of a King Arthur in the world of fate. This is the story of a female King Arthur. The story of how Tolia became the legendary King Arthur like a car, and how she became a saber!

"Is this the sword in the stone? Why does it look different from the one in fate?"

The story begins with the sword in the stone, "the one who pulls out this sword is the king of Britain"-this is a king-chosen sword, which is destined to belong to King Arthur. Of course, none of the surrounding knights can pull it out.

Because Arturia was not old enough to be a knight, she didn't participate. Seeing that no one could draw their swords, the knights turned to knightly tournaments.

The production of cg is extremely delicate, even every trace of texture on the stone, every trace of hair on the human body is clearly expressed, and the cg-level special effects are more real than real people, attracting many people's attention to the sword in the stone superior.

So someone whispered the above question to his companion, thinking that Tianman hadn't done a good job.

But the companion also lowered his voice and replied: "Of course it's different. The sword in the stone is the sword in the stone. Yes, these are two swords. The sword in the stone was broken after fighting again. So King Arthur got it again from the fairy of the lake. A holy sword, yes."

The surroundings returned to calm.

It was clear that it was still so lively just now, but now there is no one there.

The knights and the people left.

No one approached the rock on which the sword was pierced, and it was doubtful how many people believed in the prophecy. The sword was thrown away here as if it hadn't changed in the first place.

No. There was another person who never moved.

Artoria watched his adopted brother Kai go away, watched the heated knight competition over there, and turned her head to stare at the sword in the stone.

Slightly different from the original legend, the original legend is that when King Arthur took the sword for Kai, because his house was locked up, he pulled out the sword in the stone.

After all, here is not the real King Arthur. This is King Arthur of the fate world.

She was born here to draw this sword. But when she stood in front of the sword, she asked herself again: Why did she pull out the sword?

In fact, she couldn't empathize with the remorse or wish of her deceased father. I don't feel a special sense of mission or moved by the teachings of magicians. In the past fifteen years, the only things that have kept her motivated are the ordinary days with her adoptive father Actor and foster brother Kai, as well as the noises of the people living in the town. It is different from longing or love. It's just that such a thing seems to be a good thing in her eyes.

Her driving force is different from what the former king Uther had. It is not the domination* of a person, nor the sense of obligation of the leader, nor the intoxication of faith.

Her motive force is only a very trivial thing. Fifteen years of life that cannot be lived as a human being is all she wishes for.

There is only one reason to take up the sword.

Just watching people live is a source of strength. There is motivation to move forward. What exactly you want to do, even if you don't say it, you can confirm it.

That was the answer that the king was looking for, bred by a girl named Artoria, full of humanity.

She quietly placed her hand on the hilt of her sword. The voices of the brave cavalry came from afar. The noise of the knights was far away, and there was no one around the rock. And that was similar to watching a festival from afar.

That didn't just start now. She has always been outside the festival. At any time, like a bystander, silently watching everything.

So this is not the way to say such an uncomfortable thing.

The hilt fits surprisingly well. It was difficult to deal with it until now, and it was churning in the body, and something that seemed to be broken from the inside was sucked into the sword, and the body felt lighter and lighter.

As if the sword had become a part of her body, she believed that as long as she retracted her hand. The sword in the stone will be pulled out by itself.

Artoria took a deep breath, but at this moment. But suddenly there was a voice.

"Before picking up that thing, it's better to think for yourself first."

Come to yourself. Arturia found an unknown person standing behind her——Merlin. No, in fact, she has met countless times, but this is the first time she has met in reality.

"Once you pick up that sword, you will cease to be human until the end. Not only that. Once you pick it up, you will be hated by all humans and meet a tragic death."

Merlin didn't just talk, but directly presented the fate she would encounter in her mind in the form of images.

Arturia knew that it was not advice but a prophecy. If she picks up that sword, no matter how hard she struggles, she will face the reality of a lonely and tragic death.

Merlin thought about it carefully, why did he do this? Originally, the plan agreed with Uther did not include this language, but would push Arthur aside...

However, Arturia didn't let go, her golden veil-like hair fluttering in the wind.

Before, she was afraid in her heart, not because she was afraid of her own end, but because she was afraid of whether this decision was correct or not.

If there is someone who is more suitable to be a king than himself, wouldn't he be able to lead the country better?

But such a person has not appeared, at least not now, and during this period, someone must undertake this obligation.

Draw your sword and be someone else.

Everything that was feared until now is a thing of the past.

This is the ritual of killing oneself.

If you have human hearts, you cannot protect everyone with a king.

The so-called king is the existence that kills the most people in order to protect the people.

As a young girl, she thought about that every night and trembled until dawn. She didn't go a day without fear, but that too would end today.

No matter how many times she will be alienated, feared, and even betrayed next, her heart will not change.

Live for people!

To live with people!

In order to leave the future for people!

"There's a lot of people laughing. I don't think there's anything wrong with that."

Who knows the lofty oath?

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