Nuclear Sword Immortal Starting from Type-Moon

Nuclear Sword Immortal Starting from Type-Moon

Author: Huanhuan

Summary:

Seven-year-old Chiki Shirou, transported to the Fourth World War era of Type-Moon, only wants a peaceful life.

Mystery, the Holy Grail War, Heroic Spirits, Magicians... This world is fraught with danger; a single misstep can lead to sudden death!

After recognizing his own weakness and powerlessness, Chiki Shirou abandoned all illusions and decided to stay away from the Holy Grail War.

However, blank class cards, Unlimited Blade Works, Heroic Spirit power, the Holy Grail War... a series of events followed one after another, setting him on a path of no return to become a nuclear-powered swordsman!

The Age of Gods Britannia, The Witch's Lingering Fragrance, Knight Princess's Heavy Dependence, The Wizard, Magical Girl, Gift, Star God

More and more bonds are forming!

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Chapter 1: Chiki Shirou!

"It's been seven years since I came into this world..."

Chiki Shirou stood in front of the bedroom window, gazing at the ever-present streetscape of Fuyuki City.

It's already winter now.

Therefore, the air in the morning is particularly crisp and cool.

Occasionally, you can see workers shoveling snow on the streets.

dong dong dong...

The sound of knocking on the door.

"Shirou, it's time to get up, or breakfast will get cold!"

Outside the bedroom came the gentle voice of her mother, Chiki Shiko.

Mrs. Chihiro is a housewife.

Mr. Qianhui, on the other hand, is always busy with work.

Therefore, it was basically Mrs. Chiki who took care of Shirou.

Although Shirou doesn't feel he needs to be taken care of, in his parents' eyes he is, after all, just a 7-year-old child.

"...They've arrived."

Shirou took off his pajamas, changed into his elementary school uniform, and walked out of his bedroom.

Mrs. Chihiro was all dressed and ready to go to the mall.

Upon seeing Shirou, the beautiful woman with red hair that reached her shoulders bent down slightly, a doting smile on her face.

"Oh, right, Shirou, I've put your lunchbox on the table. Remember to take it with you after you finish breakfast."

"Okay, I understand. Please take care."

Shirou had a faint smile on his face, looking like a sunny and cheerful boy.

This situation has persisted for many years.

Even if it's just an initial attempt to fake it, it's enough to become a habit.

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With a soft click, the door was closed.

A desolate atmosphere permeated the living room.

After Mrs. Chiki left, Shirou was left alone at home.

"...Rinse your mouth first."

Shirou went to the washroom and did a quick wash.

The water flowing from the tap was somewhat cold.

The piercing sensation upon contact with the skin is refreshing.

He looked at himself in the mirror.

With red hair, brown eyes, and a fair and youthful face, she had a melancholy look in her eyes that seemed out of place for her age, and the shape of her eyebrows resembled lightning bolts.

In fact.

From a babbling infant to the age of 7.

Shirou has gradually come to understand where he is.

Type-Moon!

This is a world where magic, supernatural powers, and fantastical creatures exist.

This world is full of dangers, and you could die suddenly if you are not careful.

And the place he is currently in is Fuyuki City.

Heroic Spirits, Magicians, Holy Grail War... Just thinking about these words gave Shirou a splitting headache.

In particular, the current date is still December 15, 1993.

He didn't actually remember the exact time when the Holy Grail War took place.

But at least we know the year was 1994, and it was winter.

So, it's probably between January and February.

Getting closer and closer.

The thought of that Holy Grail War where a group of Servants randomly unleashed their beam cannons and recklessly caused 'gas explosions' made Shirou's heart race.

He's only 7 years old!

Even though they possessed foresight due to their status as time travelers, they were still powerless to prevent those tragedies.

You can't expect an elementary school student to fight in the Holy Grail War, can you?

Saying something like that is laughable.

After recognizing his own weakness and powerlessness, Shirou repeatedly admonished himself.

Give up your illusions.

You are not a champion of justice, you are just a fake.

You are nothing but a hypocrite, all show and no substance.

They lacked lofty ideals, unwavering will, and the courage to fight to the death for anything.

That's enough as long as I can live this second life peacefully.

Being able to live peacefully is enough.

Shirou, who has no special abilities whatsoever, thinks it's better not to have any illusions and to cherish his life.

"I had another strange dream last night..."

Looking at the red-haired boy with a youthful face in the mirror, Shirou took a deep breath.

Lately, he's been having some strange dreams.

He dreamed of a burning city, and of black rain of blood.

I dreamt of the chalk city collapsing with a roar, and of knights and lords prostrating themselves at its feet.

I dreamt that countless swords turned into tombs, and I dreamt that I swung my sword to slay a giant dragon.

Every time I wake up from a dream, I feel a deep sense of fatigue.

"Hopefully, those were just nightmares."

Shirou sighed softly and wiped his face with a towel soaked in hot water.

"Although I don't know how many days are left until the Holy Grail War..."

"But at least, I'm prepared."

Shirou let out a sigh of relief, feeling somewhat relieved.

It's highly unlikely that you can persuade your parents to move.

After all, my parents, who have finally settled down in Fuyuki City and have stable jobs, won't easily move away from here.

"But persuading them to travel is much easier."

But travel costs money, and given Qianhui's family's financial situation, they can only afford to travel for a week at most.

Therefore, choosing the right time is crucial.

Winter break for Japanese elementary schools usually takes place in late December.

During this period, Shirou kept a close eye on the news every day.