Emiya Shirou doesn't want to work overtime

Accompanied by a series of loud and clear rooster crows, the silent village awoke from the gradually thinning morning mist, and voices began to rise, with the sound of footsteps echoing through the streets and alleys.

"Lord Muramasa, thank you so much!"

The villagers, led by the village chief, looked at Shirou Emiya, who had just come out of the room, with expressions of immense gratitude.

"Wow! Can Grandpa Muramasa come with us?"

Tsubaki ran up from behind the adults, crying, and clung tightly to Shirou Emiya's clothes, refusing to let go.

"Tsubaki, Lord Muramasa has more important things to do!"

Her father reprimanded her in an extremely stern tone, after all, this was a decision made from the beginning, and the village chief had never intended for Shirou Emiya to stay.

He understood that if those evil spirits weren't dealt with, Shirou Emiya alone wouldn't be able to hold out for long.

"It's alright, it's not like we're never going to see each other again. If fate allows, we'll definitely meet again in the future—"

Emiya Shirou stroked Tsubaki's head, gently comforting her. As for their reunion, he knew perfectly well that this should be the last time they met.

Unless the other person has an exceptionally strong connection with you, but this miracle will not happen.

"Pinky promise—ooh!"

Xiao Chun, covering her red and swollen eyes, trembled slightly as she extended her little finger.

"Hook!"

With a smile, Shirou Emiya made a promise with the other party.

A light mist still shrouded the small river outside the village. The rising sun pierced through the branches and leaves of the trees on the bank, and through the misty water vapor, it cast golden dapples on the flowing water. Wildflowers bloomed among the lush grass along the riverbank.

After several days of tidying up, the villagers had basically taken everything they could carry with them. The evil spirits were active mainly at night, and could only be active at night.

The best time for them to leave is during the day. If they don't stop during the day, they should be able to reach a safer town or village before nightfall.

In the distance, bathed in the morning sun, Tsubaki waved goodbye to Shirou Emiya with reluctance.

Emiya Shirou didn't hold back either, waving his hand in response.

As the sun rose, the crimson blood spilled on the ground evaporated in a very short time.

The flower branches swayed gently in the morning breeze, and dewdrops on the tips of the leaves and petals rolled and fell into the fragrant, moist soil, seeping into the roots of the grass close to the ground and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Miyamoto Musashi's brows furrowed slightly, as if he had a terrible nightmare, or perhaps he harbored great dissatisfaction with something.

But all things considered, under such warm sunlight, she should have woken up by now.

"!!!"

What came into Miyamoto Musashi's view was an unfamiliar ceiling.

Oh no.

She knows.

Miyamoto Musashi remembered that this seemed to be the ceiling of Emiya Shirou's residence.

Um! ?

However, this fragrance—

"Hey! You're awake!"

Just as Miyamoto Musashi felt his body becoming light and floating, about to fly towards the delicious food.

A greeting startled Miyamoto Musashi awake.

Her mind raced at that moment, as if she had remembered something, and she looked at Shirou Emiya, who was sitting quietly at the table eating breakfast, with extreme resentment in her eyes.

The more I looked, the more distressed I felt.

Immediately—

"I'm going to bite you to death!!!!"

With a roar, Miyamoto Musashi slammed his hand on the edge of the bed and leaped up, baring his teeth and claws as he pounced on Emiya Shirou's position.

"!!!"

Clearly, Shirou Emiya had no idea that Musashi Miyamoto would pull this stunt.

In a panic, he could only drop his chopsticks and reach out to interlock his fingers with Miyamoto Musashi's hands, which were pouncing on him in claw-like form, pinning them together tightly.

At this moment, Shirou Emiya sat on the cushion, with Musashi Miyamoto looking down at him.

"Aaaaaaah!!!! Do you know how dangerous the situation was? Just standing there watching like it was a show!"

Miyamoto Musashi angrily rebuked Emiya Shirou, pressing his hands down repeatedly.

After all, Shirou Emiya was pinned down and couldn't exert any force, putting him at a disadvantage under Miyamoto Musashi's sudden attack.

As for Miyamoto Musashi, although she reprimanded Emiya Shirou for watching the show from the sidelines, she was not angry.

Rather, it would be more accurate to say that Miyamoto Musashi would have been truly angry if Emiya Shirou had actually intervened.

Nothing is more infuriating than having one's understanding of kendo interrupted.

This was a duel between swordsmen, a battle of conviction and the very essence of swordsmanship, though she did not see any resolve in Kokushibo's sword.

His swordsmanship had already crumbled after he became a demon.

As for why Miyamoto Musashi was so furious in rebuking Emiya Shirou...

Breakfast smelled so good that she wanted to get it for free.

However, he couldn't say it directly, so Miyamoto Musashi felt that he should fight for the benefits he was entitled to, the benefits he was entitled to for free.

"If you keep going like this, there won't be any breakfast left—"

How could Shirou Emiya not see through her little scheme?

Upon hearing that breakfast was not going to be served, Miyamoto Musashi's momentum suddenly plummeted.

No matter what, she can't go hungry. If she doesn't have food to eat, how will she survive?

In that instant of Miyamoto Musashi's momentary daze, Emiya Shirou seized the opportunity, forcefully thrusting his waist forward and firmly planting his feet on the table.

"Damn it! They've used tricks to distract me!"

Miyamoto Musashi reacted quickly, but it was too late. Emiya Shirou didn't give Miyamoto Musashi any chance to counterattack, and stood up and pressed forward.

"ah--!"

Miyamoto Musashi's foot hit the edge of the bed, and he lost his balance and fell backward.

Emiya Shirou held Miyamoto Musashi's hands firmly in his grasp, pinning him to the bed.

The air instantly became incredibly quiet.

As the breeze blew, the window curtains danced in the wind, and the rising sun smiled and radiated its own brilliance, turning into a golden beam that warmly shone into the room, illuminating the faces of Miyamoto Musashi and Emiya Shirou, and bathing the entire room in gold.

It happened so unexpectedly, so suddenly.

Their gazes met under the dazzling light.

Their faces were not far apart, and Miyamoto Musashi could even feel the hot breath coming from Emiya Shirou's nose.

What a weathered face it was, what resolute eyes it held. In that instant, all the noise vanished, and all that could be heard was the sound of one's own heart pounding wildly in one's chest.

"cough--!"

"Let's eat first—"

Emiya Shirou was the first to react, coughing once.

Chapter 846 The War Between Humans and Ghosts

The morning's commotion quickly passed, and Miyamoto Musashi returned to his usual carefree and easygoing self. No one mentioned the awkward scene from that morning.

During the conversation, Miyamoto Musashi also demonstrated what it means to be completely oblivious.

It wasn't until after she finished breakfast that she realized she must have collapsed due to serious injuries.

But there were no bandages on his body.

After going around in circles, and with my CPU almost burning out, I realized that I seemed to have been cured.

What are your plans next?

Looking at the deserted village, Shirou Emiya, standing next to Miyamoto Musashi, slowly asked a question.

"Nothing much, just living a life of chivalry and revenge, wandering the martial world, challenging swordsmen from all walks of life, and comprehending my own Way of Emptiness!"

With extreme confidence, Miyamoto Musashi stood with his hands on his hips and boldly announced his next plan.

"Oh, so you mean you have no plans, just wander around and fight anyone you find, right?"

Emiya Shirou stroked his chin and nodded slightly.

"Huh!? How come you make the chivalrous spirit of the martial world sound so tragic!"

Miyamoto Musashi resisted the urge to draw his twin swords and refuted Emiya Shirou's words.

"Do you know which way you should go next?"

Miyamoto Musashi shook his head.

"Do you have enough money to eat?"

Miyamoto Takechu shook his head.

"and you----"

"Okay, stop!"

"you're right!"

Miyamoto Musashi gave up arguing, mainly because she couldn't win anyway. She desperately needed someone to guide her and get free meals, and Emiya Shirou was the best candidate right now.

Emiya Shirou also showed a very affirmative smile.

You scheming monster! You scheming monster! I'll draw a circle and curse you! I curse you!