Chapter 94: You Called the Name Illya 186 Times
Realizing he was currently lying on a muscular man's lap, Emiya quickly sat up. Looking around, he found himself in a pure white room.
"How long has it been... and where am I?"
Emiya could feel that his body's condition had improved significantly. Even his Magic Circuits, which should have been short-circuited and shut down, were starting to function again.
"Time? You weren't unconscious for too long, just one night.
Tokyo Jujutsu High's response time wasn't slow. I actually woke up already lying in this infirmary with you.
That lady said my body was just seriously injured, but your condition was a bit more severe... I didn't understand the technical jargon she used, but the gist is that after being treated with the Reverse Cursed Technique, you're mostly fine for now.
No worries, no worries! A man can't be tripped up by something like this!"
Aoi Todo said with a booming laugh, reaching out to forcefully sling his arm around Emiya's shoulder, causing the freshly bandaged wound on his own arm to split open again.
"Ah?"
He immediately used his developed muscles to squeeze the wound, successfully stopping the spraying blood again.
"See? I told you there was no problem, right?"
"..."
Perhaps he had severely overestimated the proportion of normal people among Jujutsu Sorcerers.
"So... you didn't leave and just stayed here while I was unconscious?"
Anyone would be happy to be cared for by a pretty girl, or by a familiar friend. But if the person attentively caring for you is a muscle-bound man you don't even know...
"Of course. You're the benefactor who saved my life, after all. This is simply what's proper."
If Emiya hadn't arrived in time, Todo wouldn't have been found lying on the ground, but a piece of charcoal.
"Right, I almost forgot."
Todo suddenly slapped his head and gave Emiya a thumbs-up.
"I'm Aoi Todo, a third-year student from Kyoto Jujutsu High. We're friends now.
You single-handedly exorcised that tricky Special Grade Cursed Spirit... You're genuinely incredible. So, there is an unfinished question that I must bring up again.
What kind of girls do you like, exactly?"
What kind of person could ask this question to someone they just met and are just getting to know?
Even if a long-time classmate or friend asked this, Emiya would still feel awkward and need a long time to think.
"I'm wondering, does asking that question have some special significance to you?"
No matter what, this guy in front of him is far too persistent.
"Significance?
I've always believed that sexual preference is a man's truest core. It allows me to infer what kind of personality he truly possesses.
Sexual preference is the key factor that determines a man's friendship!"
Todo even shouted his opinion, like a zealous fanatic pursuing something sacred.
He then stretched out his hands and gradually advanced toward Emiya, his eyes filled with anticipation.
"Tell me quickly, Emiya-kun! What kind of girl do you like, or even a man, if that's the case.
Or, do you need me to help solidify your conviction?"
Startled by this terrifying sight, Emiya instinctively backed up half a step, yet couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, "How exactly would you help me with something like that?" He didn't even know what type he liked himself.
"Hmph hmph, by using the most simple and practical method: statistics, of course."
Todo snapped his fingers confidently and told Emiya, "I guarded you meticulously while you were unconscious.
What a person says in an unconscious state must be what they deem most important. In the time you were out, you called the name Illya a total of 186 times."
Illya?
Emiya remembered. Wasn't that the memory he saw in his sleep, belonging to 'another Shirou Emiya'?
In fact, he had never heard that name before and felt no familiarity with that white figure.
But the memory showed her as an "Older Sister"...
The theory of parallel worlds usually just suggests different life trajectories for the same person, right? Does that mean there might be someone named Illya in his original world?
'Could it be that she's really Kiritsugu's...'
Regardless, that was purely the effect of the excessive memories and absolutely had nothing to do with his own self.
"If I were to say that name isn't familiar to me, you..."
Emiya was about to defend himself when he suddenly heard Todo blurt out even stranger data.
"Then there's a name called Miyu, 134 times."
"...?"
"And Sakura's name 101 times, Rin's name 86 times, Saber's name 67 times. There were also names like Issei Ryuudou, Kirei Kotomine, and so on, which you said over ten times combined.
The other names are fine, but a weird name like Saber... is that a fetish?"
Emiya's expression was completely frozen solid by this point.
"No, no, no! Most of those have nothing to do with me!"
It's all the fault of those other 'Shirou Emiyas.' What does that have to do with him, Emiya?
It was likely that the sheer complexity of the memories surfacing in his mind led him to do this while unconscious.
Fortunately, those memories were merely pure memories—only fragments, and to him, they were just special films where he could feel the emotions... Otherwise, with so many memories mixed together, even the most resolute person would go insane.
However, Emiya thought there was nothing wrong with it. After all, those were 'Shirou Emiyas' from so many different worlds, so it was perfectly normal for them to like different people based on different life experiences.
But he wouldn't let all those debts be placed on his head!
'Speaking of which, the most innocuous one was actually the hypothetical personality named Muramasa Sengo?'
"Wait, don't rush me. I remember there was one more name.
Even though you only shouted it once, the volume was the loudest, so my memory of it is quite clear."
Todo covered his forehead, thought for a moment, and finally recalled the name Emiya had shouted out in the middle of the night.
"It was called... Angelica?"
"Pfft...?!?!?!"
'Hold on, hold on! He endured the other names, but what the heck is that one?'
Emiya seriously doubted that he would actually shout that person's name in his sleep.
But if he hadn't, how could Todo possibly know that name out of thin air?
"I understand your confusion, Emiya-kun... A man is often confused about what he truly likes, but I'm truly here to help you escape that confusion.
Come on, say it out loud! Which one is truly your favorite type!!!"
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