The establishment of the Time Travelers Alliance began in the first year of Conan

Chapter 311 The Birth of a Hero
If the Type-Moon universe is an immortal chapter about gods, heroes, and mortals.

So we need to know—

Just as a gentle breeze can stir a ripple, the echoes of destiny often originate from a moment that is overlooked.

The birth of a hero often begins from some insignificant beginning.

For example, for Matou Sakura—

No, not for the girl named Matou Sakura in this universe.

In the abyss-like darkness of night, the trajectory of this unfortunate young girl's fate had already silently begun to deviate from its predetermined end.

……

In this gloomy and oppressive Matou family home, a blend of traditional Japanese and Western styles.

The hurried, chaotic footsteps came from the stone steps deep inside the insect storage, all the way to the magic workshop where Zouken Matou most often appeared.

Pushing open the workshop door, Yan Ye immediately saw the child with vacant eyes.

Filled with guilt, he rushed toward the frail figure and pulled Sakura into a tight embrace.

Zouken Matou's body was half-hidden in the shadows of the candlelight on the wall, and a disdainful sneer appeared on his withered, wooden face.

Ha—how foolish.

To actually try to sever the Matou family's "legacy" because of this so-called desire to save them, this absurd sense of guilt...

But considering his recent agreement with Yan Ye, the old man didn't say anything more.

"Yan Ye, according to the self-restraint certificate we just signed, she is yours for this period of time."

"However, you should also be clear that if you don't end up..."

Kariya ignored him completely.

He even forgot Hasegawa Tsuki's instructions about Sakura's senses being cut off.

Perhaps he has completely and sadly immersed himself in another world of his own.

The man hugged Sakura even tighter until he heard her cough, sounding like she was struggling to breathe.

"Ah! I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry! Sakura... I, I was just too excited!"

Yan Ye let go of her hand in a bit of a panic.

He knelt down, carefully took the girl's cold hand, and gently held it to his chest.

His voice sounded as if he were afraid of shattering some kind of illusion, so faintly that it was almost humble.

"Sakura! From today onwards, you'll never have to learn that disgusting magic trick again, okay?"

The purple hair that covered her face fell to both sides as the girl slightly raised her head.

The girl's lifeless purple pupils met those eyes brimming with excitement and joy.

Hasegawa Tsuki's "automatic response mode" allowed Sakura to appropriately show a hint of surprise.

"Uncle Yanye...you're completely healed."

Then, the girl's body trembled slightly because of what Yan Ye had just said.

For this child who had long been accustomed to pain and indifference—

This gentleness is almost exactly the same as when her father and mother abandoned her.

Sakura Matou's tone carried a hint of fear and unease:

"...Does even Grandpa not want me anymore? Is it because Sakura...didn't she do a good enough job?"

The words pierced Yan Ye's heart like a sharp blade.

On Zouken Matou's face, however, was an undisguised mockery.

Treating hope and redemption as a joke is an unchangeable part of this old man's character.

He then mocked the son who was not a magician at all.

"Heh...you see, don't you, Yan Ye? This child doesn't seem to want to leave me..."

But Zouken Matou's smile lasted for less than half a second.

"Click——"

That familiar, ominous magic, carrying a terrifying madness, gathered on Yan Ye's arm.

On his right arm, a corner of the black armor, a blood-red, ferocious arm guard, took shape from the distorted light and shadow of time.

These weapons, born from hell and nightmares, strike with the fury of every period of history.

The transaction location, specially chosen by Zouken Matou, his meticulously prepared magic workshop—the spells arranged on every wall—all turned to dust along with their very foundations.

Yan Ye merely grasped the air and danced.

But that immense magic emanating from each of them seemed to be wielding over the entire world.

With just a simple release of magic, a terrifying shockwave, like a volcanic eruption, swept outwards, accompanied by the mournful cry of the air.

Zouken Matou's pupils suddenly contracted.

Before he could even get up, he was slammed away like a cannonball by a heavy blow, followed by three or four dull thuds as he crashed into the wall.

Now, the noisy insects have temporarily disappeared.

If it weren't for Holmes's explanation that killing Zouken Matou might lead to unnecessary danger because his power is currently "weak".

Even though the "Self-Restraint Certificate" stipulated that he could not kill Zouken, Kariya had already taken action.

Although this kind of curse-like binding, mediated by [magical mark], can even be passed down to the next generation of magicians, or even their souls.

But for Matou Kariya, all he had to do was put on the mask and choose a version of himself that hadn't signed the "certificate."

However, Matou Kariya is by no means an ungrateful person.

He thought, let this insect live for a while longer.

Amidst the billowing dust, Yan Ye collapsed to the ground, struggling to reach for his wrist.

The memory fuzzing technique has been activated.
Physical and mental pain are separated, and the pain of the soul gradually fades away as "oneself" is restored to wholeness.

"Ouch... It'll hurt like this every time I use it from now on..."

Kariya's limbs twitched and curled on the floor, but he commanded his left hand not to let go of Sakura's clothes.

He glanced down at the watch on his wrist and offered his suggestion.

Based on further analysis and calculation of the target memory and the degree of soul dissociation, it is not recommended to use the timeline mask for more than three minutes.
Warning: Prolonged use or repeated use of the mask in a short period of time may result in reverse timeline overwriting, collapse/disintegration, and disappearance of the spiritual structure...
Ah! TDD!

Kariya's concern was not at all about these risks.

He struggled to get up.

Then, like a knight guarding the last ray of light, he took out a strangely styled watch from his pocket.

A watch with a silver-black LCD dial, flashing with some kind of pale blue rune circuit.

This is a standard TDD.

Yan Ye fastened the watch strap for Ying, and looking at the lit screen that symbolized the start of TDD, he let himself fall into the pile of rubble with a sense of relief.

“Sakura no longer needs those memories.”

The man, with a gentle and relieved smile, fell asleep beside the child who stood alone.

……

Sakura will never forget that day, that moment.

In that tranquil and sweet darkness that shut out the senses, in that soft and serene silence, she heard Yan Ye's whispers.

"My memories... I don't need them anymore?"

The world is once again tinged with a painful atmosphere.

The six-year-old child slowly opened his eyes, as if waking from a hazy nightmare.

Sakura Matou begins to reminisce.

I remember everything.

I remember being personally taken to an unfamiliar old house by my mother in her silence;

I remember the nauseating chirping of insects, I remember seeing Uncle Yanye again, and I remember his promise to me.

The story of how she was sent to the Matou family, her abandonment and her rescue.

She even remembers the terrible treatment and torture she suffered.

But that's all.

Deep in my memory, it's like a hazy blur, blurred by thick ink.

The pain and the feeling of being torn apart have become blurred.

Matou Sakura turned her head away.

The man who had fallen was still twitching in pain, but a look of relief appeared on his face.

"Did Uncle Kariya save me?"

She spoke softly, her voice carrying both doubt and a certain certainty.

But why is Uncle Kariya trying so hard to save me?

This six-year-old child could sense the joy beneath the pain.

The hazy memories in her mind made her feel that death might be easier and more pleasant than that kind of pain.

The terrible pain that Kariya was showing made Sakura instinctively want to stay away.

But then she stopped.

But why is Uncle Kariya smiling?

That genuine joy, gratitude, and happiness shone through on her tear-streaked face.

It's as if Kariya saved himself, not Sakura.

A strange, inexplicable feeling surged through my heart like a tide.

She was drawn to that smile, and trembling, she took a step forward.

If I could be like this person, I would feel happy no matter how much pain I was in.

At that time, that was probably the thought that lingered in Sakura's mind.

Something that might be called courage rose in Matou Sakura's heart.

Sakura tried to drag Kariya, attempting to move him to a relatively flat brick slab.

……

"Gurgle...gurgle gurgle..."

Just then, a familiar yet disgusting wriggling sound suddenly rang out.

The old bug is back.

He emerged from the shadow of the collapsed building, glanced at Yan Ye lying on the ground, convulsing, and immediately a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"As expected... how could releasing that level of magic be without a price?"

Zang Yan immediately realized that this was an excellent opening.

—As long as he doesn't violate the [Self-Control Manifesto], he can still turn the game around.

Yes, the contract only stipulated that he and Kariya must not attack each other, nor could they directly harm Sakura in any way.

But... what if you order her to do it?

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

The thought of ordering Sakura to do something even filled Zouken with a sense of pleasure.

Let the person Kariya saved personally send him to his death.

As Zang Yan stretched out his hand, wriggling worms swarmed out from under his skin, crawling along the floor like a black tide and flying in the air.

—They then surrounded the young Sakura.

The air became increasingly foul.

"Sakura—" Zouken Matou's tone was filled with a nauseating tenderness and expectation, "Go and cut off Kariya's hand with the Command Seal... and give it to me." The aura of Mushikura returned.

The buzzing of thousands of insect wings rubbing together filled my ears, and the stench of decay, carried by the sound of flapping wings, filled my nostrils. The hellish insect silo deep in my memory seemed about to swallow Matou Sakura up once again.

My body began to tremble, my stomach churned, and I couldn't help but meet the compound eyes of those ants.

In this illusion where no one hears and no one responds, a certain "historical inertia," carrying fear, once again assails the child.

However, this time—

"No," she said softly.

Zouken Matou's expression froze.

This was the first time he had seen a sense of "rejection" on the face of this six-year-old girl since he had tormented Matou Sakura into a puppet at his mercy.

That brief response inexplicably enraged the old man.

Zouken Matou was almost about to taste victory.

More importantly, there's a certain persistence, a certain sparkle, in Matou Sakura's eyes.

How dare she? How could she?
The insect took another step closer, almost touching Matou Sakura's face.

Sakura Matou's response was—

Snapped!
A crisp sound.

The first insect burst at her feet.

Then came the second one, and the third one.

Bruce Wayne, as if he had fallen into a bat cave.

Now, Matou Sakura found herself in this ugly, sticky, dark cave constructed of "insects".

But those past cries, weeping, and pleas will never return.

She even reached out and grasped with her own hands those things that were writhing around her, trying to entangle and devour her—those she had once considered the embodiment of fear and domination.

And crush them one by one.

The swarm couldn't even mount a counterattack on its own.

—Those actions just now were the most extreme threat that Zouken Matou could pose.

[Self-restraint testimonies] prevented him from harming even a single hair on Sakura's head.

In fact, to prevent the insect's shell and mouthparts from scratching her, Zouken had to actively remove the magic from the insect.

A complex expression gradually appeared on his face, a mixture of rare anger, confusion, and even a hint of unease.

But in the end, he could only grit his teeth and curse under his breath as he led the swarm into the darkness.

"You're lucky, buddy."

At this moment, the page titled "Matou Sakura" has finally turned to the past chapters—her "persona" has broken through in almost the complete opposite direction.

On those pages that should be filled with darkness, fear, domination, and being discarded like worn-out shoes.

Someone wrote a new line on this page in bright, clear handwriting—

The birth of a hero.

Now, on the ground covered with the scattered corpses of beetles, there lies a certain will born from this terrifying darkness.

A completely different [Matou Sakura] was born.

……

The decision regarding Sakura's fate was made between Kariya and Holmes when they left the insect warehouse.

After learning that Sakura possessed extraordinary magical talent, Kariya hoped that Sakura would join the league directly in the future.

"If I die... there will be no one to take care of Sakura."

Kariya already knew that Sakura, burdened with the [imaginary attribute], could not possibly leave the magic world.

"Moreover, if she is affected by that so-called 'historical inertia,' she may eventually end up on that old path."

This man then tried to pave the way for her and protect her safety.

"Sakura is a genius. If her imaginary number attribute is nurtured, it will definitely be helpful to the League."

Whether it was out of consideration for developing alliance members or to further explore the "historical inertia," Conan and Hasegawa Tsuki had no reason to refuse.

"In that case, you might as well give this TDD to her."

Conan had Hasegawa Tsuki's TDD print out a standard TDD and give it to Kariya.

Although it only had less than one millionth of a string CYZ effect, it was enough to maintain [Matou Sakura]'s transformation.

Logically speaking, in the "Fourth Holy Grail War," Matou Sakura's role in terms of "historical inertia" is not particularly significant.

"But the key point is that she is involved in the Fifth Holy Grail War."

Conan wants to know whether this "Type-Moon Universe" is just "Fate/Zero" or involves more "Type-Moon works".

It's important to know that although the Alliance named this "worldview universe" "Type-Moon Universe-001", it is actually impossible to confirm exactly what it contains.

Furthermore, according to information recorded in TDD, the Fifth Holy Grail War did not have only one outcome.

"There are also verifications regarding the existence of Chaldea, and verifications concerning other aspects of historical inertia..."

Furthermore, the existence of different "world lines" and so-called "parallel universes" in this universe makes the possibilities even greater.

To be honest, Conan was even a little troubled for a moment.

……

During that paused period, the "golden glow" created by the CYZ effect enveloped everything in the afterglow of the pause.

After a "brief" moment of thought, Conan told Kariya and Hasegawa Tsuki about their purpose in this "Holy Grail War".

"Our primary goal is to win this Holy Grail War."

He paused, seemingly realizing that the goal seemed a bit too simple, and then changed his description.

"What I mean is, we have to wish to go to the [Root].

Unlike Matou Kariya's blank expression, Hasegawa Tsuki's expression immediately turned serious.

"Then we are destined to clash with Alaya and Gaia, and even with human reason."

Conan nodded.

"Yes, they will do everything in their power to stop any entity that tries to reach the 'Root.' Especially interferers like us who don't belong to 'this timeline.'"

This is precisely why Conan repeatedly emphasizes that we cannot arbitrarily deviate from the "inertia of history".

"As long as the Holy Grail War continues to develop according to the original historical trajectory of the Fourth Holy Grail War, the 'Great Grail' will eventually appear as predicted."

Only then will the Holy Grail possess sufficient "reality" and "logic" to allow their wishes to successfully reach the "root."

"And because there is only one [root cause], if we demonstrate too much feasibility, [Alaya] or [Human Principle] might have to send out guardians."

It's worth noting that when Lin Sheng first "awakened" the CYZ effect, he could take out at least 10 strings every day.

Therefore, given that there is only the CYZ effect of the ten-string and it cannot be recovered, it is unwise to fight against the true RSI anomaly or its derivatives.

"This is why we are heading to the [Root], which is related to the structure of this [Universe]."

For this structure of a multiverse that is probably neither "parallel," nor "multiverse," nor "universe,"...

The Type-Moon universe is strangely divided into three dimensional levels:
[The Surface of the World] —

That is, the world in which modern humans live, a stage where the laws of history, physics, and technology operate stably.

A veil of laws known as the "Fabric" envelops the entire planet, allowing the laws of physics to exist stably.

This "fabric" was firmly anchored to the world structure by several [Storm Anchors].

[The Inside of the World] —

It is the place where fantastical species were forced to migrate after humans became primates, because the world's rules adapted to primates.

And [the outside of the world] —

That's a position outside the timeline.

Generally speaking, it is the location of unique things such as the "Root" and the "Throne of Heroes".

It is also the best place to truly establish the [CYZ Alliance].

Conan explained:
"To truly connect with [this universe] and to truly establish a base for the alliance, we must go there."

because--

There are just too many parallel universes in this universe.

To be honest, considering what was mentioned before, Lin Sheng would use three-digit effect support each time.

The fact that the final panel only has the redundancy of ten strings is clearly not just because the [Type-Moon Universe] is relatively far away.

According to TDD's analysis, finding Hasegawa Moon within the "shell" of "Type-Moon" also required considerable effort.

When Conan mentioned this, he made no attempt to hide his concern.

"Moreover, being trapped in a single world all the time is far too dangerous."

In the Type-Moon universe, a mechanism called the "Cut-off Items" can naturally eliminate universes that have "lost their potential," preventing them from developing further.

Conan didn't want to gamble on whether this mechanism, like the [story timeline], would be some kind of manifestation of the [shell] mechanism.

This is also the real reason why he did not choose to "speed through the Holy Grail War".

"And once we reach the [Origin], we can use the identity that the [Universe] itself has given us to carve out a piece of land on the [outside of the world]."

Hasegawa Tsuki's eyes also lit up.

She added, "Moreover, as long as we don't actively intervene in key events or rewrite the outcome, we won't affect the [historical inertia]!"

“That’s right—this means we will have absolute control.”

Conan nodded in agreement.

However, he added in his mind, "As long as the [Root] doesn't suddenly jump out and tell us, it is also conscious."

"Anyway——"

Conan kept his unpleasant suspicions to himself and concluded:
"Our primary goal right now is this: to explore the manifestations of historical inertia while trying to ensure that key milestones develop according to this inertia."

"And in the end, before the Holy Grail is destroyed, I will use my first Noble Phantasm to forcibly eliminate all those who participated in this war."

He looked at the moon over Hasegawa.

"I will try to analyze the [Heroic Spirit System] and, on the way to the [Root], try to see if I can design a foundation for an [Alliance Base] by imitating the structure of the [Throne of Heroes]."

Conan scoffed inwardly—

The Throne of Heroes' test of him was also his test of the Throne of Heroes.
"Even, if necessary, a third method could be attempted to analyze it."

Conan isn't after the mere idea of ​​unlimited energy or the materialization of his soul; he wants to play big.

"Since the Heroic Spirits will eventually return to the Throne of Heroes through the opening of the Root..."

Conan wanted to try and see if he could capture a line, or even create a "river" of a phenomenon that belonged to the [CYZ Alliance].

Of course, of course...

These many objectives must be accomplished one by one.

For example, in order to analyze the Holy Grail system, the Alliance first needs to recruit someone who has already accomplished this within the original historical context.

Weber Velvet.

After all, the final 13th string CYZ effect can no longer be used unless an emergency occurs.

Conan doesn't believe that in the end, beings like "human reason" would so easily hand over their power to him.

You should know that he still hasn't figured out why [Matou Kariya] and the others are unimportant.

Considering the way Hasegawa Tsuki arrived here, and the fact that entities like Alaya, Human Principle, or Gaia have not yet shown any abnormalities, this is a good indication.

And then there's this bizarre RSI background value from the universe.

Conan had a growing suspicion—

Perhaps they were tricked the moment they walked in.

(End of this chapter)