Anime Crossover: I Became a Simulator for Girls

He seemed to exude an aura of a defeated dog.

Arash shook his head helplessly in the distance and chose to disappear as a spirit.

"Rin, you're wrong about one thing. Master isn't Lancer, he's Assassin."

In this regard, it's no wonder Rin Tohsaka admits her mistake. Despite being an assassin, she uses a spear as a weapon and can even perform magic tricks. Is this the privilege of being summoned from the dead? I love it!

However, it's definitely something we should pay attention to.

Lancer's Master is unknown, but there's a very high probability it's Kirei Kotomine. Saber's Master is also very likely Shirou Emiya. This can be roughly guessed from Illya's meeting with Shirou Emiya this morning. And Berserker is undoubtedly Illya.

It seems that the previous plan to force Ilya to come and beg for help has also fallen through.

Looks like I'll have to make time to visit the Einzbern family again.

In addition, Chen Fang's magic power also began to wane.

The three Servants—one a top-tier god-slayer, one an incomplete goddess of magical beasts, and the last a mage from the Age of Gods—are all major mana consumers, and even Chen Fang's 140 magic circuits are starting to run out of mana.

After chatting with the others for a while, Chen Fang went to bed.

I started checking the simulated credit limit.

【Tosaka Sakura】

【Tousaka Rin】

【Kasumigaoka Utaha】

Illya

Currently, only these four people are still able to simulate it.

Ilya's simulation was the first thing to do. If the simulation continued, Chen Fang would believe it when he heard the news of Ilya's death the next morning. Her luck value was really close to the passing grade. Once it was used, it would be reduced to zero.

Kasumigaoka Utaha doesn't have magic circuits, Puss.

'Choose Rin Tohsaka.'

[Ding! Life Simulator is now open. Please select a world to simulate.]

【Type Moon】

Demon Slayer

[The Visible Seed]

[Selection complete, current simulation world: Type-Moon]

[Randomly selecting initial talent... Congratulations, host, you have drawn the golden talent "Fist Overwhelms the World". You have an unparalleled talent in fist techniques. Any fist technique that comes into your sight can be easily mastered. Your skeletal structure will develop in the most perfect direction to unleash its greatest power. If you reach the pinnacle of skill, even mountains and seas can be leveled.]

[Confirm your talent? Once confirmed, the simulation will begin immediately.]

Damn, this is the first time Chen Fang has gotten a gold talent on his very first try. Thinking back to the last time Aki Tomoya risked his life to get a gold talent, Chen Fang first checked Rin Tohsaka's luck value. After deducting the simulated amount, there was still more than half left, so there was no need to worry.

'confirm!'

What the hell are you still hesitating about?

【Start simulation】

[At age 0, you were born into a family of magicians. Your father, Tokiomi Tohsaka, is an extremely skilled magician, and your mother, Aoi Tohsaka, is a very gentle woman. Born into such a family, you received abundant love and care.]

[1 year old, ...]

【...】

Rin Tohsaka's experiences at age one or two were not much different from before, but the real turning point came when she was three years old.

[At age 3, by chance, your father went to church to discuss matters with the priest, and you followed him. In the church's backyard, you saw Kirei Kotomine practicing martial arts. Because of your father, you should call him senior brother. As you watched a complete set of martial arts techniques being performed by Kirei Kotomine, the light in your eyes grew brighter.]

[Golden Talent - Fist of the World Takes Effect]

[You were very interested in Kirei Kotomine's boxing style. You only glanced at it once, but you memorized the entire style. In front of Kirei Kotomine, you tried to imitate it like a cat trying to imitate a tiger. At first, Kirei Kotomine didn't think much of it, assuming you were just learning for fun.]

[As you delivered your punch, Kirei Kotomine, standing in front of you, spotted hundreds of mistakes out of the corner of his eye. Your eyes were filled with joy, as if you were born to fight.]

[The second time, you noticed your shortcomings and began to correct them on your own. This time you were much slower, but you did your best in every aspect. Kirei Kotomine, who was standing beside you, stared wide-eyed. Even he, who had lost most of his emotions at a young age, couldn't help but be surprised. Your movements just now were flawless.]

[The third time, a fine sweat covered your brow. After all, you're just a three-year-old who hasn't been trained before. Such high-level boxing made your bones creak, but your face remained beaming with joy.]

[The fourth time, the fifth time, the sixth time... until you collapsed on the spot. Having experienced martial arts for the first time, you utterly defeated Kirei Kotomine. Even a man with emotional flaws like Kirei couldn't help but admire your talent. He handed you, now unconscious, to Tokiomi Tohsaka and told him about your talent.]

[After that, your parents' expectations for you changed. They hired many close-combat experts for you, but you were only interested in fist fighting, regarding other martial arts as worthless. Every fist fighting expert was amazed by your talent, and your father became increasingly satisfied with you.]

At the same time, your bones began to develop towards the final form of boxing, becoming muscular but not bulky, with long arms that could easily reach weaknesses, and powerful legs. Over time, in just six months, at the age of three, you had developed strong but not bulky muscles.

[At age 4, your father stopped spending money to have close-combat experts come to your home to teach you. He started teaching you magic, but unfortunately, perhaps because martial arts were too powerful, you lost all interest in magic. After learning some basic enhancement magic from your father, you never touched magic again.]

Your younger sister, Sakura Tohsaka, became the object of your father's magic inheritance.

[At four years old, you've already grown to 1.3 meters tall, your entire body covered in taut muscles. You're not large, but each muscle is brimming with explosive power. Your father, Tokiomi Tohsaka, calls you 'the one blessed by the god of fist fighting,' and your existence has begun to spread widely within the magic world.]

[The Clock Tower has sent people to the Tohsaka family, and your existence has been completely exposed. Every day, many magicians bring valuable gifts, wanting to enter into marriage with the Tohsaka family, but your father refuses them all. It's not that he's afraid you'll be mistreated, but that he's afraid you'll kill them. At four years old, in terms of martial arts alone, you've already surpassed your senior brother, Kirei Kotomine.]

Chapter 78: The purity is too low; even a six-year-old wouldn't be afraid of it.

[At 5 years old, you've grown to 1.6 meters tall. Every bone in your body is developing towards the ultimate form of boxing. Your heart remains pure, believing in the truth of 'a single punch can prevent a hundred more.' Your heart is utterly sincere, devoted only to the supreme principles of boxing.]

[You discover that Tokiomi Tohsaka is always away from home. After your repeated questioning, he finally tells you about the Holy Grail War. At your persistent pleas, your father takes you on a journey to find the Holy Relics. You travel with your father to various countries, visiting different magician families and martial arts schools in each region.]

[You have mastered hundreds of martial arts styles: Bajiquan, Tongbeiquan, Hongquan, Muay Thai, boxing, Sanda... You know deep down that your body craves, yearns for, an opponent worthy of your sparring. Even a first-rate magician like Kirei Kotomine couldn't last two minutes against you, even with magic.]

[During your journey with your father, you continuously challenged so-called masters, experts, and magicians, making your name even more renowned in the magic world. The Clock Tower once again dispatched personnel to test whether your aptitude had reached the level required for the designated seal, but your father directly refused.]

Your father advised you to stop challenging the magician families under the Clock Tower. You verbally agreed, but continued to accept challenges without hesitation. Day after day, your fists grew stronger, and your body was constantly honed, surpassing human limits.

At six years old, you've grown to 6 meters tall and weigh an astonishing 127 kilograms, yet your muscles are not bulky at all. When dressed, you look like an ordinary girl. But only you and your closest friends know just how powerful you truly are.

The Holy Grail War has begun. Your father wants you, your sister, and your mother to go abroad to avoid the storm, but you refuse. You believe that humanity has nothing left to challenge, and you want to see if these Servants who have made their mark on history can ignite your fighting spirit.

[Your father summoned a golden figure, and you groveled before him, but your gaze remained fixed on this man known as the 'Most Ancient King' and the 'Hero King.' The fighting spirit flashing in your eyes displeased Gilgamesh, who looked at you with displeasure: 'You mongrel, who gave you permission to look me in the eye?']

Your father immediately bowed and scraped before Gilgamesh, saying, "Your Majesty, please forgive my daughter's rudeness; she is only six years old."

These words abruptly extinguished Gilgamesh's anger. "This height, this build—you're telling me this is six years old?" Gilgamesh felt mocked, but having just been summoned, he gave Tokiomi a deep look and then moved on.

The longer you observed Gilgamesh before you, the more intense the fighting spirit in your eyes grew. You found your senior brother, Kirei Kotomine, and after giving him a good beating, you finally suppressed your burning desire. You noticed that a Command Seal had appeared on the back of your senior brother's hand, and at your insistence, your senior brother summoned his Servant, Assassin Hassan the Hundred Faces.

[Your eyes gleamed with excitement as you threw a punch directly at the Servant before you. Even the weakest Servant possessed physical abilities surpassing those of ordinary people. Without using enhancement magic, there was still a slight physical gap between you and Assassin, but it wasn't significant.]

[Your fists had already mastered all the different styles of boxing a year ago, combining hundreds of styles from around the world to create a unique style of boxing that belongs only to you. Your body, through day after day of obsessive training, has also surpassed its limits, and with a single punch, you shattered the clone of Hundred-Faced Hassan.]

[A mere mortal, on par with his followers, without even using any magical means.]

[Kirei Kotomine has ordered his servants to retreat and cease fighting. If the battle continues, the first servant to be eliminated will appear, and it will be killed by his own allies.]

You retract your fist, sighing repeatedly, "Not enough, not enough, your purity is just too low!"

Chen Fang, who was in the simulation, opened his eyes.

He felt an extra touch on his body, pulled back the blanket, and clearly saw that besides Irisviel, who was staring at Chen Fang with her head turned 360 degrees upside down, there was now another person... Medea.

Chen Fang was a little surprised to see Medea lying down in front of him. Why wasn't she sleeping and replenishing her magic power at this hour? What was she doing here? Chen Fang asked softly, "Medea, what are you doing?"

Medea raised her head, staring intently at Chen Fang, and said in an extremely gentle voice, "Master, I want magic..."

Chen Fang sighed helplessly, reached out and stroked Medea's head, then flicked the magic source directly onto Medea's face, saying, "Use it as you see fit, but don't use too much. As your Master, I need to supply magic power to two other Servants besides you."

After saying that, Chen Fang lay down and went back to sleep.

[After fighting the Servant Assassin, you were quite displeased. Even among the Servants on the Throne of Heroes, not all of them are highly skilled in martial arts. Some are not even good at fighting and have risen to their positions through other means. With such a presence, your respect for Servants has diminished considerably.]

[Your father, considering you still a child, didn't tell you about the Holy Grail War. That night, as usual, you were jogging along the river when you noticed a large number of Servants appearing at the container stacks in the port. You immediately knew it was a battle between Servants, and your expression was one of immense excitement.]

But now you're on the park track opposite the pier. Following the normal route, it would take at least twenty minutes to run from here to the bridge and then from the bridge to the pier. Looking at the sea before you, you take a deep breath and use the only magic spell you've ever learned: "Enhancement!"

[You begin to calculate: "The distance is about three thousand meters. Only if I can reach an extremely fast pace can I reach the other side in a short time and join the battle there!"]

[You make up your mind, assume a starting position on the opposite shore of the sea, and enhance your entire body with a magic spell. Even if you have no interest in this spell, or are only at the beginner level, the boost it provides is sufficient.]

Like a sharp sword, you plunged headlong into the sea, your pace so fast it felt like takeoff, the afterimage beneath your feet like a rolling wheel. The fabric of your sweatpants slowly tore in front of your bulging muscles, revealing your muscular, strong thighs. Your arms swung incessantly, even creating a strong gust of wind.

[One hundred meters, two hundred meters, as you move forward, the splashes you create under your feet grow larger and larger, each step sending up waves tens of meters high, the waves on either side seemingly clearing a path for you.]

The Servants who were engaged in battle stopped what they were doing and stared at you blankly, as if you were looking at a wild beast that had broken free of its cage. Rider Iskandar asked the Servants around him, "Whose subordinate is this?"

[Dirmun, a Lancer, raised his twin pistols, looking at the woman on the sea with a solemn expression. The other Servants were the same, ready for battle. Gilgamesh, standing on the lamppost, was also somewhat surprised by Rin Tohsaka's astonishing strength.]

[Four hundred meters... six hundred meters... eight hundred meters... sixteen hundred meters... two thousand eight hundred meters... Your speed is getting slower and slower, and half of your body is already submerged in the water. In the last two hundred meters, you suddenly burst out with all your strength, and your body, which is mostly submerged in the water, seems to be rising again.]

[Three thousand meters! The moment you reached the finish line, the waves that followed you were a full twenty meters high. As you stopped, the seawater crashed directly onto the harbor. You braced your hands on your knees, panting heavily, but it only took you a moment to recover. After surveying the surrounding Servants, you...]

You put your hands on your hips and said, "I'm here to challenge you! You who have ascended to the Throne of Heroes are nothing more than this. Do you dare accept my challenge, as a human?"

Your words failed to ignite the fighting spirit of these Servants. You continued, adding fuel to the fire, "Whether it's a one-on-one duel or a group fight, I can accept it. What's wrong? As Heroic Spirits, you can't even accept a challenge from a six-year-old girl?"

[Upon hearing these words, Iskandar, one of the group, burst into laughter. The others also wore strange expressions. What six-year-old child would grow up like this? The muscles in her arms were thicker than a six-year-old's head!]

Gilgamesh covered his face, because he knew that the Rin Tohsaka in front of him really was only six years old—a six-year-old child who hadn't grown this fast even in the Age of Gods.

Seeing their disdain, you immediately launched into a verbal sparring session: "Sword-wielding girl, although I don't know who you are, looking at your frail appearance, can you really wield a sword? Red-haired uncle in the carriage, you have quite a lot of muscles, but can you even touch your back? I'm afraid your strength isn't even as great as the Master next to you."

"The one with the gun, you didn't just have a face, did you? And the one on the lamppost, you... never mind, I won't talk about you." You mocked without restraint, and under your taunts, the Servants all showed expressions of mild anger. Tokiomi Tohsaka, observing all this through his familiars, broke out in a cold sweat.