Nuclear Sword Immortal Starting from Type-Moon

Shirou's lips twitched slightly, but he finally made a promise to the girl:

I promise you.

"Then, let's pinky swear."

Looking at the girl's raised, delicate white hand, Shirou sighed softly.

There's just no way to deal with her.

Shirou also raised his hand, made a pinky promise with the girl, and sealed the deal.

"You must do what you've promised to do."

Looking at the girl gazing at him with her clear, light blue eyes, Shirou nodded.

"……Um."

As soon as he lowered his hand, Shirou suddenly felt a gentle breeze on his face.

I felt a dampness on my right cheek.

Shirou looked at the girl with slight surprise, her face flushed with intense shyness.

"Um... See you at school."

Watching the girl run into the house as if fleeing, Shirou felt a moment of disorientation.

"...Let's go home and set up the barrier first."

"Tonight will probably be a bit busy."

As Shirou boarded the train, many things were on his mind.

As the sun sets at the horizon, the evening glow paints the sky.

Night is about to fall.

Chapter Seventy-Five: That Year I Was Seven Years Old, the Holy Grail War Was Like...

“Saber, your legs are so beautiful, they would definitely suit black stockings.”

Irisviel excitedly pulled Saber along as they wandered through the dazzling array of colorful women's clothing stores.

On the exquisite, flawless face of the silver-haired beauty, an eager look appeared.

"No...I don't want to wear these clothes..."

Saber shook her head resolutely.

"I still think that more professional-looking clothes suit me better."

It doesn't necessarily have to be men's clothing, but it should at least be easy to move in.

These black stockings cover the feet, legs, and buttocks. When you're active and sweating, they'll become sticky and smell quite strong.

But Irisviel clearly didn't care about all that; she picked up a white shirt and paired it with a dark blue pleated skirt.

Along with the black stockings, they were held up in front of Saber.

“Saber, this was specially chosen for you. You can give it a try.”

"Of course, if you don't like it, you can return it."

Irisviel's jewel-like red eyes shone with anticipation.

"Please, this is my lifelong request!"

"……OK then."

Saber hesitated for a moment, but finally reluctantly agreed.

Since the beginning of her life, she has been estranged from her Master, Kiritsugu Emiya.

There has been absolutely no communication between the two sides, and relations have reached a freezing point.

Without Irisviel's mediation, a complete break would have been inevitable.

Saber, with mixed feelings, took the clothes and entered the changing room.

In the somewhat dim space, blue magical light surged around Saber, and her black suit was removed.

Her petite, fair body even brightened up the dim space.

"This... this is how you should wear it, right..."

She rarely wore women's clothing in that era, and without the modern information provided by the Holy Grail, she would probably have been in a real predicament.

Saber raised her leg as she recalled the events.

She slipped black stockings over her snow-white, slender feet, and the delicate stockings quickly covered her fair and shapely legs completely.

Saber smoothed out the slight wrinkles on the surface, and the smooth skin clung to the highly elastic stockings, showcasing a beauty that a suit could never match.

After putting on the rest of her outer garments, Saber slowly walked out of the fitting room.

When she saw herself in the mirror, she was momentarily dazed.

The mirror reflected a woman she herself had never seen before, a woman who was flawless from any angle.

If I had to point out a flaw... it would be that it's a bit flat.

"So beautiful, it's rare to see this side of you, Saber."

Irisviel looked delighted, her eyes sparkling as if she had discovered a treasure.

"Let's try this one!"

"Is this also your lifelong request?"

Saber looked at her partner with a somewhat speechless expression.

As Saber was pondering whether to refuse, her expression changed slightly.

"Irisviel, she has the aura of a Servant...!"

Upon hearing this, Irisviel paused slightly, then put down the clothes with a hint of disappointment.

As the Lesser Grail, she had long known this day would come.

It's just that I want to seize the last chance to experience life a little longer.

"Then... let's go there now."

It seems that this brief period of happiness has come to an end.

……

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the streets and alleys.

Orange light fell between the buildings.

Upon returning home, Shirou immediately began setting up a protective barrier.

"First, place a sword in each of the four directions. To be on the safe side, let's use A-grade swords."

With a Noble Phantasm of this quality, most magicians would be unable to break through its defenses.

"That should work."

After setting everything up, Shirou prepared to turn on the TV to see if there was any related news.

At that moment, Enkidu's voice rang in Shirou's ears.

"Master, Gilgamesh is releasing the aura of a Servant."

"It seems like he's inviting me. Should I go?"

Although somewhat tempted, Enkidu still wanted to see what Shirou, as his Master, wanted to do first.

"What is Mr. Jin up to now...?"

Shirou was quite puzzled.

I can't exactly think about playing video games now.

After losing so many games already, do you really want to come back again?

This stinky joystick.

"Alright, let's go take a look."

Shirou nodded thoughtfully, then followed Enkidu's directions to the location of the seaside park.

At a speed comparable to that of a Heroic Spirit, it took them less than ten minutes to reach the Seaside Park.

At this moment, the setting sun had withdrawn its last rays, and night had enveloped the city like a curtain.

Everything around us became gloomy.

Only the slightly aged street lamp by the roadside provided dim lighting.

And atop it, a golden servant stood proudly.

The dazzling light from the streetlights and the armor stood out starkly against the darkness.

That perfect, blinding radiance illuminated the night.