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| Per terminare la note sul nine bullet revolver, vorrei dire che secondo me Nasu è stato un genio nel pensare il finale. Cioè, era scontato l'esito, ma non il come. Shirou "lotta" (2-3secondiXD) egregiamente e riesce a ricreare arma, abilità e forza del enmico anche senza riuscire ad accere all'ubw di Archer, ma alla fine non ce la fa. Riesce a vincere solo con un colpo sleale, inferto senza pietà quando il nero gigante si distrae un attimo guardando la sua padrona. Non me lo sarei mai aspettato. È toccante il breve interludio di Ilya, in cui, per l'unica volta in tutto il gioco, qualcuno vede Shirou come un eroe(che io ricordi, nessun altro lo pensa veramente): CITAZIONE [line4]The battle ends in an instant.
It really does end in one breath.
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The boy, with trembling lips, said he was going.
He suppressed his fatigue and fear, put his hand on the red restraint, and walked away from the girl.
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She went out to stop him.
She hesitated for a second, wondering what she could say. She couldn't come up with anything, yet still followed after him.
It wasn't even ten seconds.
But that slight hesitation determined the outcome.
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"Shir[line8]"
She emerges, following the boy.
The battle has already ended.
The giant who once protected her disappeared, his eyes fixed on her.
Wind blows through the clearing, as if signaling that the conflict has ended.
The figure is all that's left in her vision.
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"[line8]"
The battle has ended.
It's not the power of the heroic spirit's arm.
Using his own power, the boy fought against his death and won.
The girl keeps staring at his back.
He will never turn around and look back again.
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He has released the Shroud and defeated the giant. His figure looks heroic and powerful.
There's no doubt left in him now.
He cast away all agonies when he released the cloth and used projection.
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"[line9]Shirou."
The girl keeps watching him, filled with sorrow.
His body looks like someone else's now.
[line3]It's a foolish and sacred end with no return. |
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