A certain crossover anime's nuclear-powered sword immortal

Ayako winked at Shirou, who simply smiled.

"of course can."

"OK! Although it's a bit of a concern, I really like the terms of the exchange. You'll get your money back, but you can't go back on your word later."

With that, Ayako led the group into the dojo.

At this moment, the archery dojo is as noisy as a battlefield.

"Fujimura-sensei! Misaki says his stomach hurts so badly he's about to die! What era was that dry bread from?!"

"It's just a normal stomachache! All the teachers who ate with him are fine now, so Misaki-kun should just give him some water!"

"Teacher Tiger! I need to practice shooting at the grass target, could you please move the heater away?"

"Very good, very energetic. As a reward, you'll run three laps around the track. You'd better correct your bad habits!"

"Do not!!!"

"Teacher! It's bleeding! Ue-i's face was cut by a bowstring!"

"Quick! Get him to the infirmary, or the wound will heal!"

"Ouch! Why is this bow bending so much? Won't I be unable to draw it properly?"

"Hey you over there, don't try to pull it up from above! It's still new. If you're having trouble, ask someone for help, you idiots!"

"Teacher! There's no anti-slip powder, my hands are slippery!"

"Send someone to the storage room and get the inventory!"

"Teacher, we're out of stock! I think the reason is that you forgot to declare it a few days ago!"

"Oh, I see. Then let's go rob, oh no, let's go borrow some anti-slip powder from the first-year baseball club."

"Wow, this teacher is really messing around!"

The first-grade students were in despair.

"It's really lively here," Shirou remarked.

"Haha..." Ayako Mizuki chuckled dryly, feeling extremely embarrassed as the commander-in-chief.

"So, Orihara, now you should understand why I need your help, right?"

Ayako Mizuki sighed.

"Hmm, I roughly understand."

With this bunch of oddballs, they'd probably just end up fighting amongst themselves.

Chapter Eighteen: The Godslayer's Gaze

"Shirou...!" Suddenly, Saber reached out from behind and tugged at Shirou's sleeve, calling out softly.

Upon hearing the girl's voice, Shirou immediately looked at her.

"Over there! The magical fluctuations are coming from that person!" Saber pointed in a direction.

Shirou looked in the direction she was pointing and, sure enough, it was Rin, who had arrived early at Ayako's archery club to say hello.

She was standing in the training ground with a helpless expression, clearly having no interest in the students shooting arrows, but watching them there for some reason.

"Is it because her Servant is curious?"

Shirou wondered to himself.

Let's ask about the specifics later.

"It's about time, so we'll be going now," Shirou said to Ayako.

"Well, bye~"

Ayako, dressed in a white dojo uniform, waved to Shirou.

"Let's go visit the school buildings next."

With a little while before class, Shirou led Saber toward the back of the school building.

Behind the school building, which is behind the archery training ground, is a large mixed forest.

With an area of ​​approximately 300 to 600 square meters, it has the potential to rival a large sports field in front of it, and is a typical example of a land development project that is permitted due to its location within a mountain.

Come to the back mountain.

"From 300 to 600 meters... that's almost double the difference." Saber looked somewhat speechless.

"You seem a little disappointed about this, Saber?"

"That's just your imagination, Shirou. I never expected you to visit the school. Yeah, I wouldn't mind being brought here by you even if you did. I wasn't expecting anything from the beginning, so there's no way I'd be disappointed."

Saber turned her head away.

He looked unhappy, as if he was sulking.

It seems she's realized how different the clothes Shirou made her wear last night were from her school uniform.

"And then, Master, there is indeed a sparsely populated forest here, but it's not a place we need to be careful of, is it?" He was so upset that he even changed his form of address.

"Yes, that's not necessary. I was just telling you that there's a forest behind the school. Let's go to the next place."

Shirou didn't seem to mind, and with that, he walked off in another direction.

"Then, over there is the track and field, and the track and field team is running right now." These are all obvious facts.

Saber stared blankly at the group of people playing baseball in the center of the field.

"What's wrong?" Shirou asked curiously, noticing her expression.

"Um... well, there's a sport I watched a bit of in the past, so I was wondering if it was on this field. Although I don't understand other sports very well, I really enjoyed watching that one, so I just happened to..."

“Sports that Saber would like to try, like tennis? There are tennis courts over there.” Sakura asked with a smile at this moment.

"No, no, it's not tennis. If you think about it calmly, it's not a sport that this land can accommodate. It's just that... I used to play similar ball games with a sword and got scolded, so I'm a little nostalgic."

"They're using iron balls?" Shirou retorted.

"Ugh... Please forget what you just said! Alright, we've finished investigating here, let's move on to the next place!" Saber blushed, seemingly a little embarrassed to speak.

Shirou followed slowly behind her.

Saber seemed curious about the school's facilities, glancing at the infirmary, storage room, and the entrances to various clubs along the way.

"There are so many clubs. I remember Rin said they get out of school at four in the afternoon."

Shirou looked at the club nameplates at the doors of the empty classrooms and murmured to himself.

Many familiar-looking clubs appeared along the way.

It has everything from light music clubs and literature clubs to manga clubs.

"Wait... what's with that sleeping club? How could such a club be approved?"

Just as they arrived at the second-floor corridor, the school bell rang.

As the students walked out of the classroom one by one, Shirou and Saber naturally attracted a lot of attention.

"Wow, is that girl a foreigner? She's so pretty!"

"He's handsome! And he has such a great presence!"

"He looks like a celebrity!"

"Can we go to karaoke after school?"

"The teacher said it's a transfer student, but I don't know which class they're in. I really want their contact information."

Saber frowned, looking somewhat displeased, as she watched the students crowding around her.

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At that moment, Shirou snapped his fingers, and then the universe... no, the students, fell silent as if hypnotized, and went about their own business.

After sitting in her seat for a while, Rin went into the classroom.

Upon seeing the blonde girl beside Shirou, he couldn't help but catch his breath.

"This is……"

“It’s Saber. I already told you I’d reserved her,” Shirou chuckled.

"Hmph! Even so, I won't lose to you!" Rin said through gritted teeth.

"My Lancer will definitely defeat your Saber!"

Rin confidently patted her chest and said.

……

As soon as Shirou and Rin stepped out of the school after school, a purple magical light immediately flashed around Rin.

"Hello……!"

Rin was startled by the sight and quickly cast the "Dispelling Bystanders" magic spell.

As the purple light shone, a slender figure appeared.

The materialized Scáthach appeared, the queen of the Land of Shadows narrowing her eyes slightly, a hint of hostility in her wine-red pupils as she sized up Shirou.

"You give me a rather special feeling... I'm very curious, who exactly are you?"

Shirou smiled and looked at Scáthach as well.

"Just a magician... I wonder if the Queen of the Shadow Kingdom, who considers herself a god-slayer, is itching to do something about it."

After Shirou revealed his 'identity,' the haughty queen in deep purple raised her delicate, sharp eyebrows slightly, using...

The voice, unusually weathered yet clear and crisp like jade, conveyed a sense of loneliness and coldness: "To recognize an unknown person like me based on just a few words, it seems you are a studious person."

Her lifeless yet melodious voice contained a hint of admiration.

According to Scáthach, Celtic mythology is not widely studied and its influence is limited. The most famous Celtic mythological figure is King Arthur. For someone as sparsely described in mythology as her to be recognized solely by her appearance and a few words, such a person must have conducted in-depth research on mythology.

Chapter Nineteen: Scáthach's Challenge

"A god-slayer... I think I understand where that familiar feeling you have come from, because you and I are the same, both god-slayers."

Scáthach narrowed her eyes and said with certainty.