Emiya Shirou doesn't want to work overtime

Because Shirou Emiya discovered that he had never returned to Fuyuki since returning to this world overrun by demons from Mooncell.

He couldn't help but think of Sakura and Fujii's worried expressions, and felt extremely guilty.

After careful consideration, he concluded that his injuries were too severe to return directly to Fuyuki, so he was sent to Soul Society.

But that door seemed to determine that the time he spent in Soul Society was equivalent to the time he spent back in Fuyuki, so after two months, he went straight back to this world full of demons.

In layman's terms, Shirou Emiya voluntarily worked overtime during his holiday. Although you are working overtime during your holiday, you still have to go to work as usual after the holiday ends.

Seeing Musashi's suddenly invigorated expression, Emiya Shirou nodded in affirmation of his ability to travel between worlds.

"I ended up here somehow after sparring with a strange old man!"

Musashi looked helpless. He had been left here and had to face someone he couldn't kill no matter what he did. If it weren't for the person in front of him, his sword path would have ended before it even began. It was truly tragic.

"I was taken away by a door while I was looking for a job."

Emiya Shirou also showed a helpless expression. How could he have known that there was such a situation behind that door? The first time he encountered a demon, if it hadn't been daylight, he would have died here.

"Sigh, it's all tears when I think about it. If only there were some wine—"

Musashi patted Emiya Shirou on the shoulder in a very casual manner. She understood, she understood the feeling of being taken away for no reason.

All I want now is a sip of wine to ease my sorrows.

She would never say that she simply wanted to drink.

I feel like my acting skills have improved again. It's still more comfortable to just eat plain rice.

"There's no need for drinking, we have another guest coming later."

"guest?"

"It's an evil spirit—"

"What!?"

Musashi immediately gripped his sword tightly, stood up, and looked outside with extreme vigilance. At this time, most of the residents had fallen asleep, and the entire village was pitch black.

"After eating so much, it's time to stretch your body. A demon would be a good opponent, wouldn't it?"

Emiya Shirou's voice slowly came from behind Musashi.

And she showed an expression that said, "I knew it."

It's really annoying that I can't just have a simple meal of white rice, or even a meal without alcohol.

"You can handle it yourself! I'm injured!"

Musashi said she wouldn't do that kind of hard labor; she had asked Tsubaki how strong Shirou Emiya was.

Xiaochun said that each of the swords and arrows on the ground represented the death of a ghost.

Then she looked around and saw at least a hundred of them.

She traveled a long distance without eating or sleeping, and even endured a high-intensity battle that lasted for half an hour, during which she was even injured. She was exhausted. Could you please stop exploiting her labor?

"You are a swordsman, and a swordsman bearing the name of Miyamoto Musashi. I am merely an unknown swordsmith. In terms of combat, you are the one who excels—"

Emiya Shirou praised Musashi, saying that he was just a weak swordsmith and had no real power.

Musashi's eyes widened in surprise.

She thought Shirou Emiya had an unusually thick skin.

I was shocked.

what are you saying?

A swordsmith could pierce the neck of a demon with a single sword from a kilometer away.

He single-handedly defended the village for several days, and nearly a hundred evil spirits who came were all killed.

This is a frail swordsmith.

Moreover, there was another crucial point: she could clearly sense that she couldn't defeat Emiya Shirou.

Musashi stared intently at Emiya Shirou with an extremely resentful expression, trying to see just how thick-skinned he was.

"I forged a knife—"

Chapter 842 Crisis? It doesn't seem so critical.

No way!

No way!

We cannot agree to such a thing just because of a knife.

Aren't you very tired?

Didn't you travel through mountains and rivers and suffer serious injuries?

How could he agree to such a thing? If he did, there would be more if he did. This weapon was clearly nothing to him.

But she couldn't take her eyes off her at all.

At that moment, a demonic voice whispered in her ear.

Accept it!

Accept it!

Is it bad if there's one, then there's two?

This way you can obtain even more powerful divine weapons, and such opportunities to obtain divine weapons for free are rare.

A good divine weapon is worth a fortune. Later on, when you get a lot of weapons from him, you can sell just one or two and make an endless amount of wine.

Moreover, you might even be able to freeload off him.

No, she couldn't stand it.

You can make money, drink alcohol, get powerful weapons for free, and eat for free.

OH MY GOD

With such generous terms, she had no choice but to accept them; she had no right to refuse.

It was all Shirou Emiya who forced her; it was definitely not because she wanted it herself.

Absolutely not!

Absolutely not! ! !

Say the important thing three times.

"I agreed. So this is your newly forged Nichirin Blade? Why does it look a little different from the arrows you shot earlier?"

Musashi snatched the katana that shimmered with golden light from Emiya Shirou's hand, and stroked it with a golden light that even the sun could not match.

This is what it means to cut iron like mud.

"You're really rude."

Emiya Shirou retorted.

"You're being impolite! We've only known each other for less than two hours, and you're already ordering me around like this!"

What's with this attitude after getting a good deal?

Oh, so I'm the one who got the benefit and still acts like this. Never mind then.

"choke--!"

The next second, Miyamoto Musashi's Nichirin Blade transformed into a flash of light, like a ray of moonlight, accompanied by a melodious sword hum, turning into a blur of sword shadows.

It's so smooth; I've never swung the knife so smoothly before.

"What is this knife called?"

"This is a newly forged sword that I specially made to deal with those evil spirits. Let's call it 'Demon Slayer'."

"Hmm, good name. Like the Nichirin Blade, can it kill a demon by severing its neck?"

"No, in front of this knife, demons are no different from normal people. The wounds they suffer should be irreversible, and piercing the heart or other fatal parts will also kill them."

"That's roughly it—"

"??????"

Upon hearing Shirou Emiya's words, Musashi was initially delighted, thinking that this would mean he wouldn't have to be so helpless when facing those demons.

After all, the neck is a weakness that everyone knows, so those evil spirits couldn't possibly neglect to defend against it.

Unless there is a huge difference in strength, it will always require some entanglement. If there are too many of them, it will become more and more troublesome.

But Shirou Emiya's "probably" immediately shattered the confidence that Miyamoto Musashi had built up.

Why did I ask Shirou Emiya to help me build confidence?

"You, you didn't just give me a half-finished product to use, did you?!"

Emiya Shirou nodded very sincerely.

He arrived in this world not long before Miyamoto Musashi. He came to this village as soon as he arrived, and guarded it for a few days before Musashi came over.

These days, he also has to suppress the evil and desire within him. He only tried to forge this weapon by chance.

He can unleash the full power of a weapon, even if it's only half-finished. In Shirou Emiya's hands, it can be used to unleash the full power of a weapon, and piercing the demon's chest with a single blow to kill the demon is no problem at all.

However, he cannot be used as a reference. At this moment, a skilled swordsman appeared before Emiya Shirou.

This is not an ideal test subject for experiments.

"Don't be angry! Don't be angry! A wonderful life awaits me in the future!"

Miyamoto Musashi gritted his teeth, gripped the blade tightly, and looked at Emiya Shirou with an expression of unwillingness to submit.

Emiya Shirou's face was filled with confusion. If you don't like it, just let it go.

Even though it's only half-finished, it's still a fine samurai sword, and Musashi couldn't bear to give it up.

He suddenly remembered that Rin Tohsaka was the same way; if given enough gems, she would do it even if she said she didn't want to.