Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

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Chapter 316 Stepping onto the stage, receiving thunderous applause

Chapter 317 Stepping onto the stage, receiving thunderous applause

The fierce battle has been going on for quite some time.

It was unclear which floor's facilities had been completely destroyed. Under the onslaught of sword light, fist wind, and ninjutsu, even the solid floor and ceiling had cracked in several places, as if they would shatter completely with the slightest touch.

Just as the heavy punch came flying, Miyu suddenly rolled away from the giant's feet, her holy sword slashing out in an arc of light.

puff!

The massive, inhuman arms flew into the sky, and the petite figure appeared like a ghost, binding the giant with threads of unknown material, rendering him unable to move.

"Miss Miyu, now's the time!"

"Drink it!"

Magic was released, and power surged from her heart, bringing an unbearable feeling of expansion. What Miyu had to do was to gather all this pain into this sword and thrust it out!

Like a sharp cone of light, it pierced through the berserker's tough skin, damaging his vital parts once again. Its momentum continued unabated, smashing through countless walls and doors until it crashed straight into the edge of the mirrored surface, cracking countless windows in the building!

Having landed a successful blow, the berserker coughed up blood, but Miyu dared not be careless. She leaped back, then gasped for breath and gripped her longsword firmly again.

Rin and Luvia killed him once with Gajeberg, then he killed him again the instant he transformed into a swordsman, and now he's killed him again... that's the third time already.

As the saying goes, things shouldn't happen more than three times, but the swordsman's intuition told her that it wasn't that simple.

"Are you alright, Miyu-san?"

Emerging from the shadows, an arm was completely severed, splintering wood chips and parts that sparked from friction. Yet the girl in the tight-fitting ninja outfit remained expressionless, her high ponytail swaying like a crescent moon with her movements.

Taking advantage of the Berserker's pause, these two comrades, who hadn't spoken to each other but worked together seamlessly, were finally able to have a conversation.

"Thank you for your help. May I ask who you are?"

“Well, as for me…” Duan Zang recalled Shuo Yue’s instructions and quickly organized his words, “I am Kato Duan Zang, the ‘maid’ of the master, who is also Father Shuo Yue. I was worried about your safety, so I secretly followed you when you were teleporting. Please forgive me.”

"Huh?" Miyu looked up in surprise. After accepting Duan Zang's identity, she stared at her broken arm for a while, while the latter accepted her scrutiny without hesitation.

"There is no doubt that I am not human, but please forgive me for keeping my specific origins a secret."

Miyu nodded silently. After all, Sakuyue had mentioned it briefly at Ilya's house, so she simply asked, "Since you're here, is Sakuyue-nii here too?"

“I’m sorry, Miss Miyu.” Duan Zang lowered his eyes. “My master hasn’t appeared for a long time because of me… no, it’s nothing.”

The ninja girl suddenly looked up at the berserker, whose skin was scorched red and whose injuries had been completely healed, making him look like a demon god.

"Instead of this, we need to get back into the fight."

"Hmm." Miyu gripped the Holy Sword tighter. "Although it's a bit of a stretch, Miss Duanzang, could you please stall for a while?"

Duan Zang had no problem with it. Even if she couldn't defeat the berserker head-on, she was very good at diverting aggro, which was a ninja's duty.

"Then, Miss Miyu, I wish you great success in your martial arts career."

The ninja girl disappeared and soon led the berserker to run in the other direction, the sounds of fighting gradually fading into the distance.

Knowing that there was no time to lose, Miyu closed her eyes, and the sacred sword shone even brighter.

"Lady Miyu!" Sapphire exclaimed in surprise, "This won't do! Releasing a Noble Phantasm requires a huge amount of mana. Even if we can provide infinite mana, we can't possibly handle that much in an instant—you'll run out of mana too!"

"This is the only way to defeat the Berserker!" Miyu gritted her teeth, letting her heart, which was not hers, beat wildly, plundering her life force.

"If it doesn't work today, we can try again next time!"

"We absolutely cannot leave it for next time!" With an unprecedented intensity in her voice, and with Duan Zang absent, Miyu finally revealed the true feelings beneath her strong exterior. "If we don't end it all here now..."

"If I hadn't ended it all by myself..."

"Ilya will definitely be called next time!"

His internal organs instantly let out a mournful cry, on the verge of collapse.

Even with the protection of the magic wand, the release of the holy sword was enough to drain the young girl dry.

But just as she was unaware that her heart was about to be destroyed, specks of light rose from her body. The hopes and blessings of millions of people transformed into a gentle light, enveloping her and stimulating her magic. It awakened her power, drawing out all the excessive power and merging it into the golden sword.

“Ilya no longer wants to fight. She is the first person to treat me as a friend.”

Sapphire could never have imagined the river of joy that flowed through Ilya's heart and the flowers that bloomed along its course when she reached out to Miyu.

That was her brother's wish, and the reason she was willing to give everything for it.

"so……"

The light of hope burned brightly, as if a new source of magic had replaced Miyu.

Roaring in agony, the giant, cut by the threads, crashed out from the bottom of the building, sending the mechanical ninja flying hundreds of meters away, never to rise again.

But before he could fully savor the ferocious joy, endless radiance gathered into a single beam, reflecting a resolute holy light in his golden-red heterochromatic eyes.

"The Sword of Promised Victory!"

The golden torrent roared, easily crushing the giant's body, annihilating his life three times, and even bursting through the nearly broken French windows, blasting a huge gap in the mirrored surface.

"This is..." Duan Zang struggled to his feet, staring wide-eyed at the familiar light, muttering to himself.

"Really? So you're protecting her too."

The sensory receptors returned warmth, and the nearly damaged tactile system finally transmitted a touch signal. Duan Cang struggled to raise his head and saw a pair of gentle golden eyes.

"Owner……"

Dense magic flowed into its limbs and bones, and apart from the abnormal activity at its core, the doll's body began to repair itself rapidly.

"Well done, Duan Zang." The young man who came from the Imaginary Number Domain smiled. Under the lingering golden light, he gently stroked the ninja girl's long hair, feeling the silky touch flowing through his fingers. "You are still very beautiful tonight."

In that instant, Duan Cang felt that there was a problem with the self-testing system, but he did not notice that the logic module had a fatal lag. Even speaking became extremely difficult.

"Thank you... thank you, Master."

Shuoyue smiled, gently put down the fully repaired Duanzang, and stood up: "That soul that is willing to act to protect others is the reason for your existence."

"But next time, while loving others, don't forget to love yourself too."

Shuoyue gestured for Duan Zang to rest, then stood up, a card between her fingers.

The card depicts a heroic spirit drawing a bow and nocking an arrow, but the front is completely blank.

Blank job class card.

"Step onto the stage and give a thunderous round of applause!"

A cocoon of light enveloped the youth, and when he emerged from it, his Akara ceremonial attire fluttered, and the Grand Bow in his hand, resembling a machine god, spread its magnificent wings.

Looking back at Miyu, who had deactivated her transformation due to weakness, and Illya, who appeared on the rooftop and was rushing towards him, the young man with his eyes covered by the Shroud of the Dead raised a smirk and took a step forward.

"This is the end."

(Inner monologue: After finishing this, I'll go home to spend time with Nero, and then welcome summer vacation with the beautiful girls! Swimsuit event! Swimsuit event! Hooray!)

Chapter 317 Skill Entries: Twelve Trials (God Hand)

Chapter 318 Skill Entries: Twelve Trials

The light beam pierced through the floor-to-ceiling window, even leaving a large hole in the mirror.

The young Holy Sword user who caused all this was panting heavily, as if trying her best to suppress something, but in the end she couldn't hold back. The class card that popped out of her chest, along with the wand that had deactivated its Holy Sword form, flew out and slid to the edge of the hole.

Even with the help of an unknown force, Miyu remained kneeling on the ground, feeling as if a fire was burning inside her, each breath quickening until it consumed her completely.

This is a sign of depleted magic power; the body is unconsciously drawing on its life force to replenish its magic power.

“Come back… Safiya…” Miyu said with difficulty, “Replenish your magic power immediately.”

"Yes……"

Boom!

Returning from hell, a hand, flowing with magma, burst forth from the earth and seized the unexpected sapphire staff.

The charred flesh struggled to its feet, the crimson lines flickering with each breath, making the berserker look like a demon god, exuding a despairing sense of oppression.

"How...how could this be..."

"Miyu-sama!"

Sapphire struggled frantically, but could not move in the giant's palm, while Miyu, lying on the ground, was very close to the towering Hercules!

Incredibly, in a place like this...

Miyu looked at the berserker with his fist raised high, her heart filled with resentment.

A fierce wind swept over them, and the berserker swung his fist without any mercy. If it landed, Miyu would surely become Miyu-chan, right?

But at the top of the blasted hole, a pink figure leaped down, a blade of magic condensed at the tip of her staff. With a single, decisive slash, she cleanly and efficiently split the giant in two!

Before Hercules, who was covered in blood, the girl landed and slid forward several meters, just in front of Miyu.

A pink magical girl, like a flower bud in full bloom.

For Miyu, this was the last person she wanted to be with here.

"Ilia?"

"Sorry I'm late, Miyu." The girl standing in front of Miyu bit her lip, desperately suppressing her emotions.

"Why would you..."

You shouldn't have come here.

I can handle this all by myself.

My friend shouldn't have to suffer like this.

This time, Ilya understood Miyu's unspoken meaning, and upon realizing the feelings between them, her tense emotions finally eased.

"To me, Miyu is—"

She turned abruptly, and in the hazy, illusory light, Ilya looked directly at the bewildered girl with her scarlet eyes.