At the barbecue restaurant, Broly had been brought by Taiga Fujimura to have lunch.
While quickly devouring the meat the girl grilled and placed onto his plate, he stared through the glass window at a jewelry store across the street.
“What are you staring at that jewelry store for?
Are you regretting giving back that sapphire someone gave you as thanks?”
Following the boy’s gaze, Taiga Fujimura also noticed the jewelry store on the opposite side of the street and could not help asking.
“The sapphire Sakura’s father gave you was top-quality.
If you exchanged it for money, you could probably eat barbecue like this many times over.”
“No, I don’t regret it.”
Hearing that, Broly shook his head.
“I gave that stone to her so she could be happy.”
“Then why have you been staring at the jewelry store this whole time?”
Taiga Fujimura asked curiously.
“I gave her something, but I didn’t give you anything.
But I don’t have that kind of stone anymore, so I wanted to go to a place that has those stones and bring some back for you.”
Broly answered the question very seriously.
That was also the reason he had kept looking at the jewelry store after noticing it.
“So, you want to buy jewelry for me?”
Taiga Fujimura placed another piece of freshly grilled pork belly onto the boy’s plate.
“Huh?
Do you need money to get those stones?”
Broly asked with a frown as he ate the pork belly.
“Generally speaking, yes.”
Taiga Fujimura replied.
“Unless you can find an ownerless gemstone mine and dig them out yourself.
That would be an exception.”
She added another sentence.
“Then where are the gemstone mines?”
Broly immediately pressed further.
“That, I don’t know.”
Taiga Fujimura shook her head, then took out the sapphire and looked at it again.
That ocean-blue color was truly intoxicating.
“Then can I use robbery to get those stones from over there?”
Suddenly, Broly pointed at the jewelry store across the street, clenched his little fist, and asked.
“Robbing people is wrong.”
Hearing that, Taiga Fujimura began to educate him.
“And besides, if you’re giving something as a gift, no one would want stolen goods, right?
At least, I wouldn’t.”
“Eh?
You wouldn’t?”
Broly froze.
Looking at the girl who seemed so fond of the sapphire that she could barely put it down, he could not quite tell whether her words were true.
“Of course.
I’m an upright person.”
The eldest daughter of the Fujimura family, who had a purely yakuza background and whose grandfather had just made an arms deal with someone yesterday, said such words.
“Listen, you’re still young, but you absolutely can’t go down the wrong path and become a bad child.”
Taiga Fujimura could tell that Broly was simply a pure-hearted child.
Although there were some problems with his common sense, she did not want to see him be led astray because of his innocence.
“What is a bad child?”
“A bad child is…”
Taiga Fujimura stopped herself halfway through, because she saw the expression on the boy’s face that said, I’m very curious.
“In short, you just need to remember this: you can’t casually steal things, and you can’t casually rob people.
Otherwise, Big Sister won’t be your wife anymore, and I won’t grill meat for you either.”
The orange-haired girl said with a stern face.
The idea she was instilling in him—that one should not steal or rob, and should instead be an upright, good child—was different from the Saiyan values Paragus had taught Broly since he was little.
In the worldview Paragus had drilled into him, anything could be taken by force as long as one had enough strength.
That included the throne beneath the rear of their own race’s king.
The difference in values left Broly somewhat confused.
However, with the help of barbecue, he quickly stood on Taiga Fujimura’s side.
To sum it up in one sentence: the wife who was currently grilling meat for him, Taiga Fujimura, was right about everything she said.
He, Broly, would nod along and agree unconditionally.
As for the traditional Saiyan ideas originally instilled in him by that old fogey father of his, Paragus, under the present circumstances, they were completely unnecessary to consider.
At that moment, Broly’s brain belonged to the Barbecue Immortal.
The words Taiga Fujimura spoke were like absolute truths, leaving traces in his mind along with the delicious grilled meat entering his stomach.
The meal cost nearly thirty thousand yen, and ninety percent of the meat had been eaten by Broly alone.
When they paid the bill, the barbecue restaurant owner only felt grateful that he had not originally opened the place as an all-you-can-eat restaurant. New chapters come out on novelping dot com first.
Even so, he was still sweating profusely.
After returning to the Fujimura residence, Broly suddenly found himself with nothing to do.
Then, upon seeing the large tree in the backyard of the Fujimura estate, its lush green leaves gave him a faint sense of familiarity.
So, he climbed up using both his hands and feet.
“Not soft at all.”
But after reaching the treetop and lying down, Broly discovered that although this thing looked the same color as Ba’s body, it was not comfortable to lie on at all.
“Go home?”
Young Sakura’s successful return home, and the joy she had shown on her face when she returned, had left a certain impression on the young Broly.
Now that he had nothing to do, Broly began to recall what he would usually do on Planet Vampa whenever he had free time.
He would probably be lying on Ba’s body, gazing up at Planet Vampa’s mostly clear blue sky.
Although the sky above him now was also blue, there were more white clouds in it.
On Planet Vampa, where there was very little moisture in the air, this would be a very rare sight.
That cloud looks like the thing I just ate… ice cream?!
Broly licked his lips, as if savoring the dessert he had tried while eating barbecue.
Fortunately, he had just eaten, so he was not particularly craving it.
That cloud over there…
Time passed as he watched the clouds and wondered what each one looked like.
Gradually, Broly fell asleep in the treetop.
It was not until evening that the aroma of food woke him.
He jumped down from the treetop, and no one noticed his actions.
Following the scent, Broly arrived at the kitchen.
Looking at the busy cooks inside, he remembered how Taiga Fujimura had come to call him to eat that morning, so he ran back out of the kitchen.
He arrived in front of the room Taiga Fujimura had told him about last night—the room he could go to if he needed anything—and slid the door open before barging inside.
Inside the tatami bedroom was a low square table.
When Broly entered, the orange-haired girl was bent over the table, writing furiously.
“What are you doing?”
When Broly approached from behind and asked curiously, Taiga Fujimura jumped in fright, and her ballpoint pen slipped right out of the square on her workbook.
“Don’t sneak up behind me and suddenly talk!
You’ll scare someone to death!”
Taiga Fujimura complained, then took out correction fluid and began covering the mark the ballpoint pen had just made when it slipped.
“So, what exactly are you doing?”
“Homework.
I’m still a student, you know.”
“What is a student?”
“There you go again.
Can’t you stop asking so many questions, kid?”
As she said that, she pulled Broly into her arms and started rubbing the boy’s head.
Still, considering his circumstances, Taiga Fujimura patiently answered his question.
“A student is someone who studies knowledge.
“If people want to survive in this society, they have to learn certain things.
“Hmm, Broly, do you want to study?”
“Can knowledge be eaten?”
“Knowledge isn’t something you eat.
But if you study well, you can get into a good school.
If you graduate from a good school, it’ll be easier to find a good job.
If you find a good job, you can earn more money.
And if you have more money, you can buy all kinds of food you like.
So, in a way, I guess you can say it can be eaten.”
Taiga Fujimura patiently guided him along.
“Then…”
Broly put on a thoughtful expression.
Suddenly, he broke free from Taiga Fujimura’s arms and collapsed to his knees beside the girl.
“Wife, I want to learn knowledge!”
Supporting himself on the floor with both small hands, his head lowered in a dejected manner, Broly said those words.
“Eh?!”
Taiga Fujimura stared at him, dumbfounded, completely unable to understand what this child was suddenly doing.
It looked like he was asking for a favor, but it did not quite resemble a proper dogeza either.
“You don’t have to do that.
If you want to go to school, I’ll just ask Grandpa for help.”
As soon as Taiga Fujimura finished speaking, Broly replied with an “oh,” then swiftly stood back up.
The information in his head had not deceived him.
Clearly, the broken memories of an otaku were at work again.
A famous scene from Slam Dunk had been recreated in the world of Type-Moon in this manner.
Unfortunately, there was probably no one in this world who could get the reference.
“By the way, did you come into my room because you needed something?”
Taiga Fujimura asked.
“I came to call you for dinner.”
Broly answered honestly.
“What, were you too scared to eat alone?”
Taiga Fujimura thought the boy might be a little frightened of eating inside the Fujimura estate together with the members of the Fujimura Group, all of whom looked nothing like decent people.
“No.
You came to call me for breakfast this morning, so I thought I should come call you for dinner.”
In response, Broly shook his head and spoke his true thoughts.
“Eh?!”
Taiga Fujimura froze.
After a moment, she hugged the boy.
“Broly, you little kid, you’re seriously playing dirty!”
The girl rubbed her cheek against the boy’s face.
This kind of cute, obedient little-brother character was simply too perfect for an only child like her, matching exactly what she wanted in a younger brother.
Although he was rather terrifying and annoying when he started asking questions, this child had remembered that she had gone to wake him up and call him for breakfast in the morning.
Then, in the evening, he had come to her room to call her, while she was studying, to go eat dinner.
It sounded quite ordinary, but that was only for people who already had younger brothers and were used to being called to meals by them.
As for her, even if someone cared enough to call her for dinner, it would usually be some rough-looking yakuza member—someone like that scar-faced man, for example.
But now, look at this little guy she could kiss, hug, and rub cheeks with.
Could that scar-faced fellow even compare?
Taiga Fujimura’s happiness value continued rising as she rubbed her cheek against his, only stopping once it reached fifty-five points.
“Can we go eat now?”
Broly only asked at this point.
He did not really understand why she had become so excited and happy just because of something he said.
“Sorry, Big Sister will go eat with you right away.”
Taiga Fujimura replied with a beaming smile.
They had only known each other for a little over a day, but spending time with this child, who had no real sense of personal boundaries, made it feel as if a well-behaved little brother had suddenly appeared by her side.
While the two of them headed to the dining hall of the Fujimura estate, next door, in the former Fujimura residence that had only been sold yesterday, Kiritsugu Emiya, the Magus Killer, was feeling somewhat depressed.
“Looks like being too cautious isn’t always a good thing.”
Yesterday, after encountering the little girl who had been adopted from the Tohsaka family into the Matou family inside the Fujimura estate, Kiritsugu Emiya had formed all sorts of associations in his mind.
Because of that, he had specially gone to investigate the matter today.
But before he could uncover anything, the little girl adopted from the Tohsaka family into the Matou family had already been sent directly back to the Tohsaka family.
Only after thinking it over again did Kiritsugu realize that running into her might truly have been nothing more than a coincidence, not a sign that he had been discovered or that some conspiracy was closing in on him.
Yet because of his overly cautious mindset, he had wasted an entire day of rest.
He had already been lacking sleep to begin with, and now his condition was even worse.
“Why not cancel tonight’s operation and get some sleep?”
Maiya Hisau advised from beside him.
“No.
In the Holy Grail War, every second counts.
Something must have happened between the Tohsaka and Matou families.
I need to take advantage of the moment while those two families are having problems and quickly deal with that Lord from the Clock Tower…”
Kiritsugu Emiya rejected Maiya Hisau’s suggestion.
When he had first arrived in Fuyuki City, he had designed a fishing plan, having his wife, Irisviel, pretend to be Saber’s Master in order to lure out enemies and eliminate them.
The good news was that an enemy really had taken the bait.
The bad news was that almost every enemy who could show up had shown up.
One of them had even casually revealed his own true identity.
Of course, none of that was the most important issue.
The important thing was the first enemy who had taken the bait: that Lancer was a spearman with genuine skill.
His martial prowess was astonishing, and he had actually injured Saber, who was none other than the legendary King Arthur.
As a result, his Servant’s hand had been wounded.
Worse still, because the opponent’s Noble Phantasm spear carried a high-level curse, the injury could not be healed.
Failing to catch a fish at the start, only for his own Servant to be weakened by an enemy Servant’s cursed debuff, was an extremely painful situation.
Therefore, Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald—the powerful Lord of the Clock Tower’s Department of Mineralogy, and one of the tougher opponents in this Holy Grail War—had become a high-priority target for Kiritsugu’s side.
Of course, the more important point was that this Lord, despite his superb magecraft skills, seemed to look down on the methods of ordinary people.
After arriving in Fuyuki City, he had very ostentatiously chosen a large hotel, booked the top two floors, and transformed them into a magecraft workshop fortress with extremely formidable defenses.
If one used the normal methods of a magus, it would certainly be very difficult to break through.
But what if one used the methods of ordinary people instead?
Among the supplies Kiritsugu Emiya had purchased were large quantities of detonators and explosives.
He wanted that Lord of the Clock Tower to properly experience what was known as Mother Earth’s deep love—
Gravity.