In Fuyuki City,
Inside Emiya Shirou’s residence.
Mitsuyuki did not immediately start the second simulation to increase his strength and slay Shishio Makoto for revenge.
Although the Heroic Spirit Training Manual had no cooldown, Mitsuyuki felt a deep physical and mental exhaustion.
He was a bit tired.
The process of simulation projection was much more taxing than Mitsuyuki had imagined.
In reality, although less than an hour had passed,
Mitsuyuki, projected through the book, had lived for nearly twenty years in that era at the end of the shogunate.
Even if it wasn’t a truly physical experience, Mitsuyuki felt as if he had just woken up from a very, very long dream.
Consequently, on a mental level, he was truly exhausted.
So, Mitsuyuki pulled back the covers, got out of bed, and walked out of Emiya Shirou’s bedroom while rubbing his head.
Just as he reached the living room, Mitsuyuki saw the red-haired youth, Emiya Shirou, doing his homework inside.
Hearing the noise, Shirou subconsciously turned his head to look at Mitsuyuki.
“Oh, Mitsuyuki, you’re awake…
You are awake, right?
Why do you look even more tired now than when you first arrived?
Did something happen?”
Facing Emiya Shirou’s confusion, Mitsuyuki sat down in front of him and replied casually, “Don’t ask.
I had a dream—a very, very long dream.
It felt like I lived for many years in that dream, and I ended up like this after waking up…
By the way, where’s Sakura?”
“So it was a nightmare…
You mean Sakura?
She heard you were having lunch here, so she went out to buy groceries.
I wanted to go with her, but she insisted I stay home to watch over you.
Right now, I reckon she’ll be back pretty soon.”
Saying this with a helpless smile, Emiya Shirou stood up, poured a cup of tea for Mitsuyuki, and continued, “I say, Mitsuyuki, don’t you think your sister has been a bit too overprotective of you lately?”
“Maybe.
Ever since that week I was unconscious, she’s been like this…
but I’ve more or less gotten used to it.
Besides, it’s not a bad thing.
I actually quite enjoy it; this is love, after all.”
Hearing this, Emiya Shirou couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the irreverent Mitsuyuki.
Mitsuyuki acted as if he didn’t see it and took a shallow sip of the tea.
Then, his gaze wandered boredly around the living room.
When he saw the bow, arrows, and wooden swords placed on a nearby rack, he couldn’t help but pause.
As if thinking of something, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
“Shirou, want to have a match?”
“Huh?” Emiya Shirou cast a confused look at Mitsuyuki, clearly not understanding.
Mitsuyuki pointed at the wooden swords and smiled.
“Want to have a match?”
Shortly after, Mitsuyuki and Emiya Shirou, having changed into black and white kendo uniforms, arrived at the outdoor clearing. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
Emiya Shirou’s residence was not small; it was a standard Japan samurai-style estate.
Just then, Sakura Matou returned after buying the groceries.
She was stunned by the scene, her eerie purple eyes showing a hint of confusion.
“Brother, you’re awake.
And Emiya-senpai.
May I ask what you two are…”
“Your brother just had a nightmare while sleeping, and his head still seems a bit dizzy, so he said he wanted to use this to clear his mind…
This wasn’t my idea, so don’t say I’m bullying him later!”
Emiya Shirou spoke with a laugh, quickly waving his hand to explain to Sakura Matou.
Emiya Shirou was a former member of the Kyudo Club and a top-tier prospect.
Although he didn’t practice kendo, he had used it to train his body since childhood, so he wasn’t weak.
This could also be seen in the upcoming Holy Grail War.
Emiya Shirou was a guy who dared to raise a wooden sword against a heroic hero Spirit, and after learning Projection Magecraft, he even dared to dual-wield against the heroic hero Spirit version of himself, Emiya.
On the other hand, Mitsuyuki had never had anything to do with the Kendo or Kyudo Clubs.
That’s why Emiya Shirou hurried to explain, lest the overprotective Sakura Matou come looking for trouble with him later.
“Brother, you…”
“Don’t worry, Sakura, it’s fine.
We’re just playing around.”
Facing Sakura’s worried gaze, Mitsuyuki spoke with a smile.
Seeing Mitsuyuki say so, Sakura Matou could only nod.
She stepped forward, placed the groceries outside the living room, and sat on the porch to watch.
This should have been a match with no suspense…
in every sense.
Just as Emiya Shirou was wondering how to avoid hurting Mitsuyuki,
“By the way, Shirou, a word of advice.”
“Hmm?”
Hearing the voice, Emiya Shirou, who had his head down, subconsciously looked up at Mitsuyuki.
He saw Mitsuyuki’s handsome face now wearing a faint smile.
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Lowering his body slightly and slowly raising his sword, he assumed the standard Tennen Rishin-ryū starting stance.
“Be careful.”
As he spoke, a breeze blew by at just the right time, ruffling the short hair of the two youths.
Under the sword, Emiya Shirou looked at Mitsuyuki as if he were seeing something incredible.
His eyes gradually widened, filled with sheer shock!
Because the moment Mitsuyuki took his stance, Emiya Shirou, locked in by the sword momentum he emitted, even found it difficult to breathe!
One must know that during the heroic hero Spirit simulation, Mitsuyuki had personally participated and was not entirely on autopilot.
And when he fought, he only fought at high difficulty!
It couldn’t be helped, as personal intervention could only be used three times.
One was the battle with Okita Souji under the cherry blossom tree.
The other was the death match with Shishio Makoto.
And when the first heroic hero Spirit simulation ended, the achievement reached by his projection, Watanabe Mitsuyuki, was that of a—Swordmaster! This chapter is updated first at g.com.
“Shirou, aren’t you going to attack first?”
Mitsuyuki spoke again, his voice gentle and seemingly carrying a magical quality as he smiled at the Shirou before him.
“If you don’t attack, I’m afraid…
you won’t be able to lift the sword in your hand anymore.”
Following Mitsuyuki’s gaze, Emiya Shirou subconsciously looked down.
Then he discovered that his hand was actually trembling…
the hand holding the wooden sword was constantly trembling!
“…I say, Mitsuyuki, you’ve hidden yourself too deeply all these years, haven’t you?”
Emiya Shirou could only manage a bitter smile.
Sitting nearby, Sakura Matou tilted her head in confusion.
Although she keenly sensed that the atmosphere on the scene was a bit off, it was because Mitsuyuki had found his Sword Intent and thus already knew how to control his sword momentum at will.
She was completely unable to sense the terrifying pressure that Mitsuyuki was exuding at this moment, unlike Emiya Shirou.
But Emiya Shirou was Emiya Shirou, after all.
Thus, after a brief deep breath, his gaze gradually grew firm.
Even under the pressure of Mitsuyuki’s sword intent, he still let out a roar and charged at Mitsuyuki with his sword raised.
As for the result…
naturally, there wasn’t a shred of suspense.
Afterward, only a soft sound was heard.
The wooden sword, having been flicked away, landed steadily to the side.
With a ‘thud,’ Emiya Shirou fell beneath Mitsuyuki’s sword, lying spread-eagled on the ground, staring blankly at the azure sky.
Although he lost, he hadn’t even been able to see Mitsuyuki’s sword-swinging movements clearly when he did.
Now, his mind was a complete blank; he didn’t even know what had happened.
This sudden turn of events caused Sakura Matou, who had been watching from the side and was ready to call a stop immediately if Mitsuyuki looked like he might get hurt, to widen her eyes in shock.
Her moist lips parted slightly in silence.
As for this result, Mitsuyuki frowned and let out a silent, soft sigh.
His sudden decision to duel Emiya Shirou, besides a momentary whim, was primarily to verify his current state.
And now, Mitsuyuki naturally had his answer.
It was just that the result wasn’t exactly what he wanted.
“This is…
truly terrible.”
Mitsuyuki whispered, shaking his head helplessly.
With the test over, Mitsuyuki felt more clearly than ever how weak and useless his current body was!
It was completely incomparable to the body in the projection!
After all, that body had spent nearly twenty years swinging a sword through wind and rain!
True, because of the Heroic Spirit Training Manual, he did possess the memories of the projection, and even the sword intent remained.
But at this moment, Mitsuyuki had only the intent, but no sword!
It could only be used to intimidate people.
Thus, in comparison, Mitsuyuki couldn’t help but feel exceptionally disgusted with his current body…
Sigh, it has already been completely shaped by the shadows; there’s no going back!