Watanabe Mitsuyuki!
Fuyuki City,
Emiya Residence.
When Mitsuyuki, having finished the simulation, opened his eyes and fully woke up, he found that the sky was already beginning to brighten.
The faint light of dawn tore through the curtain of night.
Mitsuyuki stared blankly at the ceiling above him, unable to fully regain his senses for a long time.
“A strange ceiling…
I was going to say that.”
With the corners of his mouth curling up slightly, Mitsuyuki lay on the bed, not wanting to move for a while.
In the span of one night, and with the help of the Heroic Spirit Training Manual, he had completely absorbed the memories of the simulation and regained his composure.
But that sense of mental exhaustion still persisted.
“Souji, I’m sorry…”
Mitsuyuki slowly closed his eyes, and an image surfaced in his mind—the scene of him and Okita Souji sitting together amidst falling cherry blossoms, the final scene of the simulation.
“I hope when we meet again, you won’t hold a grudge against me.” Mitsuyuki سپس opened his eyes, a slight smile on his lips and a hint of amusement in his eyes.
He didn’t feel the slightest bit of sadness about the end of everything.
After all, Mitsuyuki knew that he and Okita Souji would meet again sooner or later.
“I just wonder what happened to Oryou in the end…
and if she succeeded in her revenge after transforming into a dragon.”
As he thought, Mitsuyuki’s mind turned to Miss Oryou, who had accompanied him for several years after the Great Fire of Kyoto.
She was unwilling to see Mitsuyuki off, likely because he had always called her ‘Great Snake’ or ‘Orochi,’ which must have left her with a bit of a grudge.
Thus, before the end arrived, she took the step of transforming into a dragon and chose to depart.
After thinking for a while, Mitsuyuki shook his head gently and looked at the sky again.
“It’s getting late.
Sakura should be coming to wake me in a bit…
Heroic Spirit Training Manual.”
With a thought, the black-covered manual appeared in Mitsuyuki’s hand.
The pages flipped, and words appeared on the surface, evolving into a series of summaries before Mitsuyuki’s eyes.
[Experience Summary:]
[You were reborn into a prestigious family of swordsmen and chose to make a high-profile debut.
Consequently, at the age of four, you surpassed a swordmaster, becoming world-famous as the greatest genius of the age.
Your family entrusted all their hopes to you, and you became the contemporary master of onikiri.]
[You joined the Hokushin Ittō-ryū and merged its swordsmanship with Tennen Rishin-ryū to create the Secret Sword—Shunkan.
At thirteen, you first drew your sword and earned the menkyo kaiden, becoming the youngest Great Swordsman in the world!]
[You sensed you had hit a bottleneck.
However, to slay the person who absolutely had to be slain in this world, you accepted the power of the Great Black Snake sealed by the Heavenly Spear, becoming a half-youkai.]
[Soon, your fall into the demonic path became known to all.
You went from being revered to being despised in an instant, but you didn’t care.
From that moment, you began nurturing your sword, and amidst the Great Fire of Kyoto, you slew the world’s evil thoughts with a single strike!]
[Your enemy was eliminated, but the evil thoughts found you.
Within the Realm of the Heart, you first stepped into the Realm of Void, severing the evil of this world yet accepting it.
Thus, you became the last Great Youkai of this world.]
You fell together with that cherry blossom, leaving behind infinite room for imagination and creation for future generations…]
[Age at death: 26]
[System evaluation in progress…
Evaluation complete.]
[Heroic Spirit Quality: heroic hero]
[Proceed with Spirit Inscription?]
[System prompt: You have one simulation attempt remaining.
Once you perform Spirit Inscription, you will no longer be able to continue Heroic Spirit simulations from this anchor point.]
Heroic Spirit quality, heroic hero?
Seeing the system’s evaluation, Mitsuyuki couldn’t help but tilt his head, a hint of surprise in his eyes.
It wasn’t the highest quality, ‘Legend’.
To be honest, Mitsuyuki was indeed a bit surprised.
After all, it was no exaggeration to say that the Watanabe Mitsuyuki he projected had dominated the entire late shogunate era.
Under his sword, only Okita Souji could barely keep up.
Not to mention he had also accepted the power of Oryou and All the World’s Evil, becoming the final urban legend and youkai of that era.
“System, how exactly do I reach the Legend evaluation…
Don’t tell me I have to leave behind a legendary story on the level of a Grand Class Heroic Spirit?”
Mitsuyuki asked the system curiously.
“Please explore this on your own, Host.”
The system’s reply made Mitsuyuki click his tongue.
Mitsuyuki then fell into silence, furrowing his brows.
To be honest, he was really conflicted now, as he still had one chance to simulate.
Most importantly, simulations could have a second or third ‘playthrough’, and memories and abilities could be carried over.
That meant if he went again, Mitsuyuki could learn even more swordsmanship and attempt to break into the realm of a Sword Saint!
Not only that, Shishio Makoto would no longer be a problem.
He had lived with Oryou for six or seven years afterward; he had long since figured out her temper.
This time, he could just release her directly and keep her firmly in check.
When the time came, he’d just open the door and release the Great Snake!
In this third simulation, Mitsuyuki felt he could even go ‘Dynasty Warriors’ style in that late shogunate era and grind his stats!
Just thinking about it made him feel excited!
Unfortunately…
“Unfortunately, time waits for no one.” Mitsuyuki sighed, then turned his head to look out the window at the now fully bright sky.
He faced an inescapable crisis.
That was the old ancestor of the Matou family, Zouken Matou!
And the upcoming Fifth Holy Grail War in Fuyuki City!
Although the manual’s simulations had no time limit, Mitsuyuki himself was the limit…
He could feel that he had reached a breaking point.
If he forced another simulation, he’d likely wake up several days later from a coma.
Of course, Mitsuyuki had zero interest in the Holy Grail War or whatever the Holy Grail was. The source of this chapter is g.com.
It was just that the people participating were Emiya Shirou, Sakura Matou, and Tohsaka Rin.
So even knowing the entire plot, Mitsuyuki couldn’t just stand by…
More accurately, because he knew too much, it was hard for him to ignore it.
Just considering Sakura Matou, she had the Crest Worms, and the potential trouble of being blackened into the Grail.
Therefore…
“Heroic Spirit Training Manual, perform Spirit Inscription!”
Despite some regrets in his heart, Mitsuyuki still made a firm choice!
The second his thought fell, for some reason, Mitsuyuki felt as if he—or perhaps the world itself—shook slightly.
It felt as if something had been altered.
Following that,
On the Heroic Spirit Training Manual where the inscription was completed, text surfaced once more.
[Spirit Inscription complete!]
[Heroic Spirit Information]
[Quality: heroic hero]
[Name: Watanabe Mitsuyuki]
[Class: Great Swordsman]
[Titles: Genius Swordsman, Youkai-Slaying Ronin, The Last Youkai]
[Skills:
Minds Eye (Fake)
The ability to avoid danger through intuition and a sixth sense; an innate talent to predict danger.
Youkaification
The Last Youkai born from the power of the sealed Great Black Snake and the evils of the shogunate era.
Secret Sword · Shunkan!
The manifestation of a lifetime’s peak swordsmanship, a final ultimate technique created based on Hokushin Ittō-ryū and Tennen Rishin-ryū!]
Mitsuyuki gazed at the Heroic Spirit information presented on the manual.
Then, as if sensing something, he willed it, and a figure emerged from concealment, appearing before him.
He wore a black Haori, a uniform somewhat similar to Okita Souji’s, but with a black Mizuchi dragon tattoo added to the clothing.
A long sword hung at his waist, and he wore a ronin’s bamboo hat.
His features were very similar to Mitsuyuki’s, though he looked somewhat more mature, with a long braid and a cross-shaped scar on his handsome face.
Mitsuyuki himself had forgotten when he had received that wound.
As Mitsuyuki examined the man before him, feeling strangely like he was looking at someone in a mirror, his gaze naturally met the other’s eerie red eyes.
Mitsuyuki froze for a moment.
Because he discovered that the other party’s eyes lacked any hint of spirit, appearing extremely hollow, as if they were devoid of a soul.
But Mitsuyuki quickly realized,
Watanabe Mitsuyuki, to put it plainly, was just his projection, so how could it possibly have a soul.
“Wait, if that’s the case… could I be able to project my consciousness onto him, just like in the simulation?”
It might not seem tempting right nobut who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”