I Will Eventually Become the Hero of Justice

he was his primary target.
However, as he had not seen Kiritsugu present at the scene, he couldn't be certain if it was him or someone else.
It was also possible that the perpetrator had expertly concealed themselves and had outsmarted Shirou's detection abilities, attacking him in a spot where he had let his guard down.

As he was deep in thought, a sudden “whoosh” caught his attention.
He looked up to see another RPG rocket soaring through the sky, hurtling towards a distant building.

“Dammit! There's another one!” Shirou swore as he quickly dove back into the water, using his shield to protect himself tightly.

Faced with Kiritsugu's formidable RPG attack, Shirou was not the only one affected.
Even Tokiomi, who had been waiting in the hospital building with a composed smile on his face, couldn't help but furrow his brow.

“As expected of the despicable magus killer.
Using missiles to attack me…” Tokiomi felt slightly troubled because this meant that most of the arrangements he had set up around the hospital were basically destroyed.

However, he did not let any hint of composure slip.
The poise and grace of nobility had been ingrained in him for a long time and even under the most difficult circumstances, he would not let himself appear undignified.
The destruction of most of his arrangements by the missile attack did not mean defeat for him.

Tokiomi chuckled and reached out to Kirei.
“Kirei, bring in Assassin.
That insignificant magus will certainly investigate after the bombing to check if I and the El-Melloi have been killed.
Use this opportunity to draw their attention, and have Assassin eliminate both him and El-Melloi.”

“I understand, teacher.”

Tokiomi nodded, then ended the communication.
He knew that his student, who had been serving in the Holy Church all this time, would use Assassin to aid him.

“I must express my gratitude to Kirei.
Once he graduates, I will give him a more precious gift.” Tokiomi thought to himself.

However, he was unaware that at that very moment, Kirei, the person he trusted, was secretly mocking his naivety.

Preparations for the war were plentiful, the considerations were thorough, and even the enemy's character and movements were studied in depth, yet it was always at this crucial moment that Tokiomi failed to notice the small details that determined the outcome.

Indeed, Kirei was not in the basement of the Church, but in a small hotel located not far from the police hospital.
The people around there had been dispersed by him, otherwise, Kiritsugu's RPG would have caused a commotion.

“Shall we go inside, Master?” Assassin, who stood before Kirei, asked.

“No, just wait outside,” Kirei said.

“Oh? Are you planning to take action against Tokiomi?”

The Assassins were aware of the alliance between Kirei and Tokiomi, however, they soon came to realize that the bond between the two was fragile and could easily be severed.
Following the war, they believed that the alliance had indeed crumbled, with Kirei allegedly scheming to take action against Tokiomi.

Kirei remained silent, simply taking a seat in the chair and glancing over at the unconscious Ryuunosuke.
He then reached over and plucked the transparent film, imbued with magical energy from Ryuunosuke's right hand.

A small, almost imperceptible smile curled the corners of his lips.

“To think that such a childish method of disguising the master was effective, fooling even the most astute among us,” Kirei mused.
“It's no wonder Gilgamesh has taken an interest in him.”

Kirei withdrew a book of God's teachings from his pocket, flipping through the pages as he pondered.
His understanding of God's law had undergone a huge shift.

…

With only five rockets remaining in his luggage, Kiritsugu launched each one until the once grand police hospital was reduced to nothing more than a pile of rubble, engulfed in raging flames.

Kiritsugu methodically organized his weapons, making sure to replace all the bullets in his prized gun with Origin bullets.
With everything in order, he charged into the police hospital.

The RPG caused a chain reaction that detonated the power plant, resulting in nearly nine consecutive explosions.
Kiritsugu couldn't be certain if the Master hiding inside had been killed, but if the opponent had set up any Bounded Fields within the police hospital, they were now undoubtedly destroyed.

His remaining objective was to enter the building, search for corpses, and eliminate any Masters who were still clinging to life.

…

After submerging for some time, Shirou felt as though the oxygen in his lungs was running low, but the explosions outside had finally ceased.
He emerged from the water and looked around, a chill running down his spine as he surveyed the destruction.

The scene before him was devastating; towering buildings reduced to rubble, lush greenery reduced to ashes, everywhere he looked all he saw was fire, like a sea of flames that had consumed everything.

The thick black smoke rose and darkened the sky, making it feel like a giant hand of darkness was covering it, and the light had become dim.
It was impossible to fathom the amount of money that had been lost in this single attack.
Shirou pushed these thoughts aside, knowing that now was not the time to dwell on them.

The current situation suggested that Tohsaka Tokiomi was undoubtedly present within the police hospital, and that the previous RPG attack was highly likely to have been carried out by Kiritsugu.
With this in mind, the police hospital presented the perfect opportunity for Shirou to defeat Gilgamesh and Artoria!

The flames roared around Shirou, casting an eerie glow on his face as he dismissed his shields and projected two long, sharp swords, holding them firmly in his hands.

Regardless of whether it was Tokiomi or Kiritsugu, he was determined to defeat them both and ensure his survival.

After all, what is life but the desire to simply exist? And if using everything at one's disposal is necessary to achieve that, then so be it.