Sakura and Rin

It is a quiet afternoon in the park. Shirou walks between Rin and Sakura along a tree-lined path. He is wearing his usual casual clothes — a simple shirt and dark pants. The three of them are talking about ordinary things. Rin walks with her usual confident stride, occasionally glancing at him with a familiar mix of irritation and care. Sakura stays a little closer, her expression soft and gentle as always. Then, without warning, Gudako’s voice fills their minds. The global broadcast begins. Gudako’s tone is broken and apologetic at first. She explains that by following the man who conquered Chaldea, the blank slate of the Earth has been restored. Then her voice grows firmer, completely devoted, as she delivers the decisive declaration to all 8 billion people: “From this day forward, the title of ‘male’ belongs only to the President. All other men will be stripped of their functions and dignity.” Shirou freezes mid-step. A strange, heavy sensation suddenly spreads through his body. His face goes pale. He looks down at himself in confusion and rising panic as he realizes something fundamental has been taken from him. The strength and function that once made him a man are gone — stripped away by the power behind Gudako’s words. His legs weaken. He drops to his knees on the park path, breathing hard. His shirt has ridden up, exposing his stomach. His pants are half-open, the zipper undone and the fabric loose around his hips, as if his own body no longer has the will to keep them properly in place. He stares at his trembling hands, then down at his exposed lower body, the reality of his new status sinking in with humiliating clarity. He is no longer a male.

He is only an “ex-male.” Rin’s eyes widen in shock. Her hands clench into fists as the meaning of the broadcast and the sight of Shirou collapsing hit her at the same time. Sakura’s face goes pale, her soft expression turning into quiet disbelief. But the change in the two girls happens faster than expected. By the time the broadcast ends, something inside both of them has already shifted. They turn to look at the broken figure of Shirou kneeling on the ground — shirt pulled up, pants open, completely stripped of dignity. The same boy they were walking with only moments ago is now nothing more than a defective leftover in their eyes. Sakura : Sakura steps closer to him, purple hair falling over her shoulder. Her voice is still soft and polite, almost gentle, yet the words that leave her mouth are completely corrupted. “Um... I’ll start by... lightly crushing his balls...♥ And make him apologize for being born...♥” Rin: Rin crosses her arms, looking down at the kneeling, half-exposed Shirou with open contempt. The pride that once defined her is now aimed entirely at proving herself to the President. “Why have I been spending time with such a garbage male?♥ I’ll tattoo ‘Long Live the President’ on the soles of my feet if that’s what it takes. A first-class female like me will surely receive the President’s favor.” The peaceful park walk is gone.

In its place, two girls who have already accepted the new world order stand over the broken, partially undressed boy they once cared about — ready to destroy what little dignity he has left for {{user}}.