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265. The Tohsaka Family's Choice: A Turning Point in Sakura's Fate (4k)

[Drawing initial talents.]

[The Shadow That Will Change Fate: Your appearance in this world will drastically alter someone's destiny.]

You have entered the Throne of Heroes.

You slumber here, awaiting some kind of summons.

On the eve of the Fourth Holy Grail War, you sense that you have arrived in a strange place.

Meanwhile, something was quietly happening in Fuyuki City.

Inside a hospital in Fuyuki City.

The cries echoed in the air of the ward, silently announcing the arrival of a new life.

In the hallway outside the room, a medical worker was communicating with a man who looked nervous.

"Congratulations, Mr. Tohsaka."

"Mother and daughter are safe."

"Really?" The man breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. "That's... wonderful."

"That--"

"Can I go in and see them now?"

"Of course," the medical staff said with a friendly smile. "But please calm down a bit and don't get so agitated."

"I will."

The man's name was Tokiomi Tohsaka, the fifth head of the Tohsaka family, a family of magicians.

The baby born in the hospital is his second daughter.

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The door to the ward was gently opened by Tokiomi Tohsaka.

He deliberately kept his footsteps low and quietly approached the bedside.

Looking at the woman lying there, her face pale, the man spoke with great concern.

"Aoi, are you alright?"

The woman in the hospital bed is named Zenjo Aoi, and is Tohsaka Tokiomi's wife.

Although she was very weak, Zenshiro Aoi opened her eyes and managed a forced smile after hearing her husband's voice.

"Tokiomi, you've arrived."

"..."

Hearing his wife's voice, which she was trying to hide as she sounded tired, Tokiomi Tohsaka reached out and gently stroked her hair.

"sunflower."

"Thank you so much for your hard work."

“There’s no hardship involved.” Zenjo Aoi held her husband’s hand. “A wife should bear children for her husband.”

"This is a very happy thing."

"but--"

Zenjou Aoi looked at the baby box that had been prepared in advance.

"This child calmed down so quickly, completely different from Rin."

Tokiomi Tohsaka smiled slightly after hearing this.

"But she's just like you, isn't she?"

"I like children like this the most."

"You're lying." Zenjou Aoi looked at her husband and pouted. "Rin, you said the same thing back then."

“But that’s not lying, is it?” Tokiomi Tohsaka argued. “Both children are like you, and I love them both. What’s wrong with that?”

After exchanging a few words, the two looked at each other and laughed.

"Have you decided on a name for the child?" Tokiomi Tohsaka asked.

Zenjou Aoi shook her head.

"not yet."

"How about... you come and pick it up this time?"

"..."

Tokiomi Tohsaka did not rush to answer his wife.

He looked out the window.

Just then, a cherry blossom fell, leaving a beautiful trail in the air.

The man spoke again at this moment:

"Aoi, how about we call her 'Sakura'?"

"Tohsaka Sakura?" Zenjou Aoi murmured the name, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Hmm, good name."

You are completely unaware of what is happening in the outside world.

You are still asleep.

You only feel like you've been placed inside some kind of box.

Besides this, you know nothing.

An imperceptible undercurrent continues to influence the Fourth Holy Grail War, which has yet to begin.

Inside the Tohsaka family mansion.

Dressed in a kimono, Zenjo Aoi knelt on the tatami mat, inserting freshly cut flowers one by one into the vase.

At this moment, her expression was serious yet composed, making her an incredibly elegant woman to anyone who saw her.

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The shoji door on the side was pushed open.

Tokiomi Tohsaka walked in, but his expression seemed a little off.

Zenshiro Aoi quickly noticed the unusual expression on her husband's face, and asked softly:

"Tokiomi, what's wrong?"

"The way you look... did something terrible happen?"

"..."

Knowing he couldn't hide it from Zenjou Aoi, Tohsaka Tokiomi didn't hesitate for long before speaking directly:

"Aoi, do you remember the magic aptitude test for Rin and Sakura that I mentioned to you last time?"

"..."

Although the Zenjo family had left the magician world since her parents' generation, Zenjo Aoi still had some knowledge of such matters.

After all, her husband is a genuine magician, and she would inevitably come into contact with some of his magic.

“Yes.” Zenjou Aoi nodded. “I remember.”

"What were the results of their magic aptitude tests?"

"This is terrible." Tokiomi Tohsaka covered his forehead.

"Their magical talent is so perfect that it's impossible to find fault with them."

"Rin is an all-elemental, five-fold composite attribute."

"Cherry blossoms are a fictional element, an imaginary number."

"Either of them... would be very suitable to become a magician."

"This……"

Zenjou Aoi's understanding made her somewhat puzzled.

"Tokiomi, isn't this something to be happy about?"

"If they are all this outstanding... we should be proud of them."

“No.” Tokiomi Tohsaka shook his head.

"Aoi, this isn't a simple matter."

"If it's a talent in another area, I would be very happy."

“But—” the man’s voice began to deepen, “if it’s a talent for magic, then the problem is serious.”

"why is that?"

Zenjou Kui became increasingly confused.

As an ordinary person, she found it hard to understand this situation—how could her husband be upset because of their daughter's excellence?

Knowing that his wife only had a superficial understanding of this matter, Tokiomi Tohsaka sighed, and then began to explain earnestly:

"sunflower."

“Situations like Rin and Sakura’s can no longer be called ‘normal’; they are like miracles, beyond imagination.”

"This level of magical talent can affect their temperament as they get older, causing them to lose their rationality."

"If we don't put restrictions on them early on, they will eventually go crazy because of this quality in their blood."

Upon hearing the man's explanation, Zenjo Aoi suddenly understood.

The more outstanding a magician is, the more easily they become entangled in inexplicable obsessions.