Emiya did not go to Thunder Isle, which had been attacked by monsters, but instead, together with the goddess, came to the far eastern edge of the main Island of Nihon.

Here the view was extremely open, and in the distance, the outline of Islands could be seen on the sea horizon. The night breeze was slightly cool, and the sound of waves was mixed with beastly roars coming from afar.

Emiya raised his hand, magic power gathered, and a long bow and a dazzling arrow appeared in his hands. He steadily drew the bowstring, the bow like a full moon, and the arrowhead pointed straight toward the distant Isle.

WHOOSH!

The arrow left the string, cutting through the night sky, trailing a streak of silver light, leaving a dazzling trace in the air, and finally turned into a shooting star, disappearing in the direction of Thunder Isle.

"Alright," Emiya withdrew the bow and arrow, turned to look at the goddess beside him,n"Among the monsters attacking the Isle, there was a Level 4 sea beast. It's been dealt with."

The purple-haired goddess's gaze flickered slightly, the corners of her lips curled up, and she lightly clapped her hands, "Not bad."

The goddess's long hair flowed like water behind her, dark purple strands lightly swaying in the night breeze. She wore a finely tailored samurai outfit, its tight-fitting design outlining graceful curves. The robe was mainly purple, embroidered with complex gentian patterns, paired with a delicate tachi at her waist, giving her a noble and dignified presence.

Besides the tachi at her waist, a longbow and a quiver with nine arrows were also slung across her back.

Using both sword and bow as weapons, this was something she had in common with Emiya.

As a god, once descended to the lower world, she could not use divine power; her body was no more than that of an ordinary human.

If evaluated in terms of specific ability stats, she would only equate to a mortal warrior without [Falna], pushed to the limit through years of tempering.

Yet even so, Emiya could clearly sense a latent danger from this goddess.

This goddess, relying only on martial skill, had the chance to kill a first-tier powerhouse, she was stronger than Takemikazuchi.

Susanoo, the strongest martial god of the Far East.

"You're very strong," said Susanoo, "Among the warriors I've seen in the lower world, you're the strongest."

Emiya replied humbly, "Thank you for the compliment."

However, Susanoo's next words made him slightly stunned.

"Become my disciple (child)," the goddess said, "I'll teach you martial techniques."

Susanoo walked slowly toward Emiya, her gaze blazing, as if able to peer directly into his soul.

"You've already completely surpassed the mortal realm. The martial skills of the secular world no longer have meaning for a warrior like you," the goddess said, looking at Emiya, "However, the domain of the gods is still too far off."

"There aren't many martial gods who've descended to the lower world. Those qualified and capable of teaching you, besides me, there are probably very few left. Come to my side, and I'll guide you to a peak no one has ever touched before."

[T/N: Same vibes as 'Come to the darkside, we have cookies'.]

After a moment of silence, Emiya spoke, "Sorry, I can't stay in the Far East for too long."

Susanoo studied Emiya, stared at him for a moment, then chuckled softly, "Well, it seems we're not fated."

She shook her head and turned around leisurely, her purple long hair fluttering in the night wind like an elegant mist.

"Oh, by the way, one more reminder," the goddess's voice came with the wind, "The power of 'Falna' is indeed strong, but if you seek the limit, you'd best pay more attention to things beyond ability stats."

"If you're interested, before leaving the 'Far East,' come find me once more."

———

Amaterasu lightly tapped her folding fan, her gaze moving across Emiya's group, "Leaving so soon? Not considering the previous suggestion again?"

Before night fully fell, Riveria and the others had already prepared to set off. Even though they could have stayed a bit longer, clearly no one intended to.

Riveria stepped forward, her tone gentle but firm, "Thank you for your kindness, Amaterasu-sama. But we've still decided to go see Orario."

Amaterasu slightly shook her head, "Why bother? No matter how much you do, you can't truly affect your own world. You might as well stay a bit longer in the Far East, experience the charm of a different land. It could count as a special kind of training."

Riveria softly replied, "This country's scenery is beautiful, but… we really can't let go of the other side."

———

Afterward, they arrived at the coast to wait. The night breeze brushed by with a hint of salty sea air. Under the stars, waves gently lapped against the rocks. Amaterasu stood with her hands behind her back, her gaze distant, as if seeing a future not belonging to this world through the ocean.

Moments later, Emiya's figure approached from the distance. His appearance slightly eased the tension in Ryuu and Riveria.

"How was it?", Amaterasu slightly tilted her head and asked.

Emiya stopped and nodded, "After witnessing Lady Susanoo's sword intent, I did gain a lot."

"Seems like she really took a liking to you," Amaterasu chuckled softly, her gaze brushing past Emiya's eyes, "What a pity. Clearly born of the Far East, how did you end up outside?"

Emiya gave a light laugh and said no more.

"In any case, I wish you all a smooth journey," Amaterasu said leisurely, "Once in a lifetime, a meeting is destined to end. One must cherish it while it lasts."

In a human's life, they may only meet once. Parting is inevitable. All one can do is cherish the encounter.

Emiya and the others boarded a ship headed for the labyrinth city of Orario. The ticket was a gift from the goddess Amaterasu.

In return, that afternoon, Emiya used his forging skill to craft a finely made sword embryo and left it in the castle keep of the Far East.

With the gentle swaying of waves, the ship gradually drifted away from shore. Emiya leaned on the edge of the deck, gazing deeply toward the horizon where sea and sky met.

Ryuu and Riveria stood nearby, softly discussing something, while Haruhime sat beside Emiya, her tail gently swaying, seemingly in good spirits.

After the ship's silhouette vanished at the edge of the sea, two goddesses appeared by the shore.

One was the purple-haired Susanoo, her warrior-like aura still sharp as ever; the other was the silver-haired, aloof goddess Tsukuyomi.

"The other moon god's mark on him is too strong. It ruins my mood," For that reason, she hadn't appeared before Emiya and the others.

"And?", Amaterasu looked at Susanoo.

"He's the child I've dreamed of… what a shame," the warrior goddess shook her head.

Tsukuyomi then spoke, "Sister, if we entrust them with the task, they should be able to kill Yamata no Orochi, right?"

Not only Emiya, but that Level 7 mage in his party was also an extraordinary presence.

If they were willing to act, and joined by several of the Far East's first-tier powerhouses, there was indeed a chance to annihilate Yamata no Orochi completely.

Susanoo: "No need for that. The Black Dragon is not dead, eliminating one nation's hidden danger too early may not be a good thing."

Amaterasu merely gazed at the distant skyline, "...Hopefully, they can bring some change to this world."

The goddess gently raised her hand and summoned a shrine maiden, "There's a girl named Haruhime from the Sanjou family, bring her to the Capital. I'll raise her myself."

———

"Trace on."

Emiya softly chanted, magic gathered, and eventually took the form of a mirror and a sword, two weapons of distinct forms.

These were newly recorded divine artifacts in [O' Humans, Let Us Restrain the Gods (Enuma Elish).]

The sword was slender, its entire body interwoven with silver and pale blue. The blade seemed to contain clouds and mist, and with the shifting light, it occasionally sparkled like stars. The hilt was carved with intricate patterns, its sword intent stern and dignified [Ame-no-Habakiri].

The mirror's surface was as smooth as a lake, with sakura and wave patterns engraved around the edge, exuding a mysterious allure. The back of the mirror was inlaid with red and green gems that shimmered with colorful light, Yata no Kagami.

The power of the former was self-evident, while the latter might serve as a reference for Haruhime's future equipment.

At the same time, Ryuu murmured, "Come to think of it… are we forgetting something?"

She paused, then suddenly remembered, "Ah! Sakuya-san!"

———

Meanwhile, at the Gojou family residence—

The chains on Gojouno Sakuya's body still firmly bound her limbs. Because Emiya's magic was too powerful, even at a distance, the chains had not released on their own.

"Drank too much water today…", The girl collapsed on the tatami, legs pressed tightly together, a cold sweat on her forehead, filled with regret.

———

This ship could not go directly to Orario, so Emiya and the others disembarked at a busy port city. From here, there was still some distance to the labyrinth city.

Along the way, Ryuu's mood grew more complicated the closer they got to Orario. Regarding this return to the "past," she undoubtedly experienced the most emotional turmoil.

"At this time… they're still alive—", Ryuu stood beside the deeply rutted road, her gaze fixed in the distance, murmuring softly.

The goddess Amaterasu had already informed them, this was not the past of their original world. No matter what they did here, it would not affect their own world.

"But even if it's another world, even if we can't change the fate of our world… I still want to save them."

Riveria, like Ryuu, harbored complex emotions. During the "Dark Era," Loki Familia had also suffered heavy casualties. Many comrades she once fought beside had lost their lives to the Evilus.

As for Haruhime, her decision was always simple, wherever Emiya went, she would follow. To her, Emiya was her home, her place of belonging, no need to overthink.

Emiya projected several masks and handed them to his companions, "These masks can block scrying and conceal your identities. Once worn, as long as you don't expose yourselves, the effect will continue."

Illusive Mask, a half-mask of black and white, covering the eyes, simple in design yet unexpectedly stylish.

Its ability to conceal identity didn't rely on simple physical cover, but on a conceptual effect, allowing the wearer's identity to vanish from perception. As long as they didn't reveal themselves, it wouldn't be easily seen through.

"Princess Riveria, are you sure it's this port?", Ryuu tucked away the Illusive Mask and asked softly.

Riveria nodded, her tone firm, "Yes, the intel is reliable. It came from survivors of the Evilus after the war."

They had deliberately chosen this port over Melen, which was closer to the labyrinth city, for one reason; a major stronghold of the Evilus was hidden in this city.

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