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空と海の诗 (Poem of Sea and Sky) – 5 Centimetres Per Second OST
The storm had passed, and it left beauty behind it.
The beauty was in proportion to the destruction it had wreaked along the way. Bricks were flung everywhere and lay in broken pieces. Glass fragments almost carpeted the ground, like a million sharp-edged snowflakes. Uprooted trees lay in the streets, on top of cars, through buildings. Houses were empty or collapsed or so torn apart that they would never be a home again.
Yet not one person had died. He had gained that power with a simple promise. Just once, everyone lived.
It was strange, and yet right. Emiya Shirō was a “sword”. He had seen his soul, seen it filled with weapons of death. He had drenched its parched ground with blood, and then found more swords to fill it up. The sky had darkened over time in there, and become choked with the smoke of a forge.
But this was a mission in which he had not been a “sword”, but a “superhero”. His soul had slumbered on within him. He didn't have to look at his perpetual hazy dusk or his forge-clouds over the desert hill.
And now, instead, he enjoyed the world which his soul so often abused. He tasted the salt in the air and smelled the seaweed on the beach. From a high cliff, he watched dawn creep over the horizon, its rosy fingers tinging the sky pink, and the still sea below blushing with the sun's rise.
And the grim warrior, wrought of iron, smiled.