Nine Lives

My line of thought is becoming clear.
I understand my own combat strength.
Material projection through the reenactment of creation ideology, base core, production technique, possession experience, accumulation of years;
Actualization of inner world through theory of thaumaturgy/world egg; the reflipping of the diagram of the world inscribed on the soul; a Reality Marble.

Passing of combat technique, experience, body strengthening accumulated by Archer.
Correction, error in processing of body strengthening. Death from slashing wounds is same as prior.

Reality Marble - Unlimited Blade Works; deployment impossible.
Archer's world and my world are different. Reenactment is not possible.
Replication can only be from what Emiya Shirou directly learned or the Noble Phantasms that Archer recorded.
When taking Noble Phantasms from left arm, extract and replicate from "Unlimited Blade Works" the most appropriate Noble Phantasm for usage objective.

Caution.
Tracing is a two-edged sword.
Execution will lead to...

"......"
I stop breathing and force all magic energy into the left arm.
I only need to grasp the armaments I can use.
I already understood the dangers of this.
I have to move forward.
i have to go beyond that wind and defeat myself.

"Trace, on"

Focus.
Perceive his great sword to perfection.
Open your left hand and grip the imagined handle.
Its astronomical weight.
Emiya Shirou can not handle that great sword.
But....definate replication of the monstrous strength of the enemy is possible with this left arm.

".........a"

I broke.
The cracking sound of a part of my brain rupturing.
Bone shattered from the pressure of the flowing magic energy. Unsightly like the skin of an apple.

"Let's go."

I don't need to worry.
The broken parts will be made up by .
My mind will be directed to only his absolute death.

"______________________________!"

He found me.
Converging killing intention.
Deeming this spell usage as a target, the black giant moves his eyes.

Like a dark star.

The giant while screaming his death throes, ran to strike at his enemy.

-Berserker.

Maddened, the giant hadn't changed since then.
His mind was still in his fight with Saber.
Unable to see, unable to regain his calm, and his body decaying from a second death, he was still fighting to protect Ilya.

______________, one second.

".........."
The rushing giant will not be stopped by one blow. A normal projection won't affect him.
A trace won't do the job.
If it isn't a projection that pushes its limits, that giant won't be defeated.
Therefore,

"Trigger off"

Divide my mind in 9.
Mobilize all 27 circuits sleeping within the body and strike him down in one blow.

......., 2 seconds.

Looming before me. The great sword being swung.

The energy of my spirit winding into a torrent.

Attack each gained step with one step.

Upper arm, collar bone, wind pipe, skull cap, solar plexus, ribs, groin, thighs,
Target those 8 points,

"Set - Nine Lives Blade Works"

Overcome the speed of the sound of the descending sword with the speed of gods...!

"......................"

But he wouldn't fall down.
Struck throughout the body by his own sword, Berserker was still intact.

"Ha........ah.......!!!!"

I move forward.
In my left hand is the sword of the giant.
I'm faster than him.
Having lost 80% of his body, I can finish Berserker off faster than he can kill me.
I raised the great sword up to the chest and struck foward like it was a spear.

"..............................!!"

But, I lost.
I was reckless.
I made full use of that almost illegal priviledge without shame and I still lost.
Berserker's blow is coming at me.
He swings it down together with the force of the gale.

"........."
I twist my body.
I expend all power to evasion.
I noticed it early enough.
That's why I can dodge it just barely.
The strike of Berserker will only skim past my temples.

But I will die from that immediately.

Just from the point of his great sword skimming against me by several milimeters, I will die.
A direct hit from it would stand a chance against killing the ground.
A skim of that would take off my head like it was toufu.

The great sword is coming at me.
At the moment my head will be blown off, my vision froze.

....But.
The great sword that had been drawn out at such menacing speeds,
Was stopped with menacing immediacy.

"........Eh?"

The death strike didn't hit me.

".........."

The black giant looked ahead.
Not at me who was right by him.
Those reasonless eyes looked at the white girl had emerged from the depression.

I pierced through him.
Without hesitation, without emotion, I struck the great sword into Berserker's heart.

There was no counter attack.
The giant used up his final life and this time returned to dust.

...At that very instant.
His disappearing red eyes, while looking at the girl, told me to protect her.