Nuclear Sword Immortal Starting from Type-Moon

After all, there were other enemies lurking in the shadows at this time, so it was clearly not the time to bully those within our own ranks.

Shirou ignored the confused Aoko and turned his gaze to the doll pinned down by his golden sword.

"Khka, Ka—Target confirmed."

"Feature comparison, anomalies"

"Surrounding environment system investigation reveals anomalies."

Pierced through the center by the golden sword, which was deeply embedded in the trunk of a large tree, the doll, unable to escape, began to glow with its cursed artificial eye.

"Armed conditions unlocked"

The doll emitted a chilling, inorganic sound, the meaning of which reeked of bloodshed.

These dolls have specially made skins that can greatly reduce the damage from magic.

It is more agile than a cheetah and can easily break through protective barriers.

Then, all you need to do is easily and quickly swing your blade, and your opponent will be decapitated.

For an ordinary magician, this would be a hopeless situation.

After all, although a magician can recreate the results of science that require a team to achieve by himself, he is still a mortal.

One bullet is all it takes—no, one stab is all it takes to kill him physically.

Therefore, the puppet tactic is excellent.

The magician who created these dolls must have had this in mind.

"That's rather interesting..."

After analyzing the doll in front of him, Shirou couldn't help but frown slightly in confusion.

Although he can now replicate the same puppets exactly, he lacks the necessary technology to make them move.

After all, a puppet can't be considered a weapon, and he couldn't extract the magician's skills.

"It seems I'll have to ask him directly."

Shirou's brown eyes peered beyond the dense trees, gazing into the distance beyond the forest, at an area more than a kilometer away.

Far beyond the forest.

The orange-haired woman, who was waiting for the dolls to send back a message, seemed to have noticed something, and her delicate brows furrowed.

"I...have been discovered...?"

How could such a thing be possible?

He was clearly covered by layers of magical barriers that prevented him from being detected.

Magicians of lower skill levels, using their enhanced vision through magic, should be unable to detect her presence.

"Wasn't this Yuuko's doing...? Could she possibly tolerate a magician other than Aoko?"

With a flick of her delicate hand, she shook off the ash from the lady's cigarette. The beautiful woman, dressed in a fitted coat, parted her pale pink lips slightly and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

Her short, orange-red hair and eyes, her gentle yet spirited face, and her full breasts tightly wrapped in green fabric accentuated her slender figure.

She was undoubtedly a beautiful woman with exceptional feminine charm.

Aozaki Touko.

A genius magician who left his ancestral land a few years ago and has been wandering abroad.

Now, with her own purpose in mind, she has returned to her hometown once again.

"Let me take a look..."

Aozaki Touko picked up the crystal, channeled her magic, and activated the spell.

This is a specially made recording crystal linked to the thought circuit of a single doll, capable of synchronously transmitting the doll's last thought record.

Her mind connects with the distant doll, allowing her to share everything the doll sees.

Next, she saw the figure of a red-haired boy taking a golden sword out of the doll's body.

“€€€€€€?”

Aozaki Touko's expression froze.

Why...why would a child appear?

Beside him, there was no one else except Aoko and Yuzu.

So, was it this child who took care of his own doll?

A deep sense of doubt arose in Aozaki Touko's heart.

The boy's brown eyes, as if suddenly sensing something, shifted towards the doll's demonic eyes.

It was as if, through those demonic eyes, I could see Aozaki Touko sharing my vision.

For some reason, Aozaki Touko felt a chill run down her spine, and her body involuntarily shivered.

She quickly severed her visual connection and rubbed her temples, feeling a bit of a headache.

"What exactly is going on..."

It seems that in the years since I left, the interpersonal relationships around Youzhu have undergone many changes.

"The good news is that only one puppet was defeated."

Aozaki Touko trusted her now-honed magical judgment.

"Perhaps this is his limit..."

As she murmured to herself, Aozaki Touko put on her glasses.

Her originally cool and neutral voice immediately became soft and charming, full of the allure of a mature woman.

"Let the remaining puppets activate their armed forms and launch a surprise attack."

Even if it was just a test, being treated with such contempt made Aozaki Touko feel somewhat annoyed.

"That child exists around Yuzhu. Is he a friend? Or a master and disciple? He can't be a lover, can he...?"

"Well, whatever kind of relationship it is, it means there's a flaw."

A murderous intent flashed through her mind, but the woman's action of smoking was without the slightest hesitation.

"If we kill him, or even go further and make a doll out of his remains, it will definitely hurt Yuzhu. She will lose her composure and reveal a weakness."

A cold-blooded conspiracy flows through my heart.

If the evil deed were poison, she would drink it without hesitation.

That is the magician's sin.

The inhuman, cruel world will accompany magicians throughout their lives.

Like a shadow behind you, you can never escape it.

"Yu-joo is very resistant to contact with the outside world. How exactly did that boy get along with Yu-joo? He really has a way of getting Yu-joo to accept him."

"Back then, I tried everything, but all I could do was become acquaintances..."

A slightly puzzled murmur drifted through the air, and Orange clicked her tongue enviously.

Kuonji Aratsu – That girl was extremely attached to the people or things she owned; in other words, she was very biased.

If someone is a friend she approves of, they will definitely be included in this category.

If anyone tries to destroy anything belonging to Ayumi, this witch will definitely be furious.

Thinking about this, Orange smiled with a troubled expression.

"Now I'm going to be completely hated by Ayumi, but there's nothing I can do about it. After all, I'm a magician, and I'll do anything to achieve my goals."

Orange's tone was full of self-deprecation and seriousness, as if she hated something, or as if she was reminiscing about something.

Suddenly, a strong fluctuation flashed from the round crystal placed to the side, which completely attracted Orange's attention.

"Oh? We've received feedback so quickly?"

Just like before, Orange once again began to watch the dolls she had made, recording her final thoughts.

After the vision link was established, what Orange saw was a continuous series of images of being struck by golden sword light that arrived in an instant.

The scene ended, and Orange's expression froze. Feeling nothing, she sat on the ground in a daze.

In the winter of San-e-chō, the nights are chilly.

It was cold, but not very shivering.

Orange, her gaze somewhat unfocused, reflected on her earlier feelings, remained silent for a long time, and finally could only utter a vague and incomprehensible sigh.

“…€€?”

Orange obtains information through the doll's thought process.

This means her feelings will be very direct, without any process of transformation through secondary thinking.

However, the dolls she made were mostly of high quality, not only flexible and sturdy, but also capable of possessing a level of intelligence close to that of humans.

The two combined cause her threads to be frequently occupied by the feelings the dolls gave before they died, making her feel their pain.