Nuclear Sword Immortal Starting from Type-Moon

The Master will see the Servant's past experiences in the form of dreams.

Shirou already knew about this, but this was the first time he had experienced it firsthand.

"Ah...that must be my past memories."

"I'm sorry, Master, I've startled you."

Enkidu's apologetic voice rang in Shirou's ears.

Then, recalling the distant past of the Age of Gods, he murmured as if to himself:

"At that time, I shouldn't say I was arrogant."

"I should say I'm lonely... but I didn't say it."

“I didn’t want to hurt his honor and pride, so I fought him for days. It was through that we finally understood each other’s loneliness.”

Enkidu's tone then turned to one of remembrance and sorrow.

"Perhaps by then, it would have been impossible to stop the farewell to the people of Babylonia."

"..."

Shirou also fell silent.

The Age of Gods...

Shirou was filled with emotion.

Back then, even a magic trick that produced a flame was called magic, unlike now where you just need to take out a lighter.

However, it must be admitted that the Age of Gods also possessed great magic that even if science were to advance for hundreds or thousands of years, it would still be impossible to achieve.

That era was truly shrouded in mystery.

Speaking of which, he also had the opportunity to visit the Age of Gods today.

I wonder what the era of King Arthur would have been like...

In the silence that seemed to mourn the distant past, Shirou looked out the window.

A faint rumble of thunder; overcast skies.

An atmosphere of impending storm.

Even the air felt colder than usual.

However, Shirou only felt very warm and did not feel any coldness at all.

Slightly puzzled, I sat up in bed.

Shirou looked around and, after careful observation, immediately noticed something unusual.

At the other end of the blanket, there was a small bulge.

Moreover, it is fluctuating regularly.

It looked as if some living creature was hiding inside.

Shirou swallowed hard and gently lifted the blanket.

Then, I saw a peaceful and lovely sleeping face.

Her long, black hair, reaching her shoulders, was draped over the clean white sheets, and her faint breathing could be heard if you got close enough.

Even so, the girl still had a slightly troubled expression on her face.

The room, which was barely lit, came alive with the arrival of this girl.

Chapter Seventeen Cherry Blossoms

"It seems that everything that happened last night has frightened her a bit."

However, at this age, it's hard to resist sleepiness.

Not long after being brought back by Enkidu, he couldn't resist the feeling of drowsiness and eventually fell into a deep sleep.

Perhaps because of Shirou's actions, a chilly winter air crept into the blankets, causing Sakura to shiver slightly and curl up even more.

Her slender legs were slightly tugging at the hem of her skirt, revealing her fair skin.

Sakura is still young, and her legs have a chubby, baby-like texture, looking soft and bouncy, like jelly.

That taut, moist texture—if you press it with your finger, it will spring back immediately.

Shirou pursed his lips, hesitating whether or not to wake the girl now.

But how should I explain all this to her after that?

What I'm doing now is tantamount to kidnapping a young girl.

However, if you really want to talk about it, he himself is just a child.

As Shirou was pondering, the girl's tightly closed eyes trembled slightly before she opened them.

"..."

For a moment, their eyes met, and silence filled the air.

"Hello, Sakura."

Finally, Shirou, feeling that things couldn't continue like this, spoke up first.

"My name is Chiki Shirou."

Perhaps he was frightened by witnessing Zouken Matou's death last night.

So Sakura, who had just woken up, looked a little dazed, tilted her head, and murmured his name.

"Shirou-nii-san...?"

"Yes, you can call me whatever you like."

Shirou nodded.

"Starting today, you no longer need to go back to the Matou family."

"..."

Sakura nodded slowly in silence; the Matou family was never a place she felt attached to.

The image of being abandoned by my father and mother is still vivid in my mind.

It was easier for her to understand the current situation than Shirou thought.

"I have to go to school later, so let Mom stay with you today."

"Mother……?"

A hint of nervousness appeared in her eyes.

They were strangers after all.

However, it's still better than the Matou family, who wanted to harm her.

If Enkidu hadn't arrived in time, she doesn't know how she would have been tortured.

Sakura fainted from fright when she saw the swarm of insects crawling all over the ground after Zouken Matou's death.

Shirou took Sakura's hand and led her out of the room, explaining his situation with Enkidu along the way.

"But how should I tell my mother about your situation..."

Shirou kneaded the girl's soft little hands, pondering with a slight headache.

You can't exactly say you stole it, can you?

That would probably be very troublesome.

"Enkidu, do you have any good ideas?" Shirou asked.

"Hmm... let's use magic to keep it a secret for now," Enkidu suggested.

Although this is not ideal, it is a necessary measure during this special period.

"Then I'll have to trouble you with this."

Enkidu's magical skills are naturally superior to Shirou's.

Not only is the effect stable, but it also does not cause any psychological harm to the recipient.

Due to Enkidu's Age of Gods magic, Sakura became a child fostered by a mysterious distant relative in Shirou's household.

"Unfortunately, we don't have any extra rooms, so you'll have to sleep with our Shirou. I'm sorry to trouble you, Sakura."

In the living room, Mrs. Chihiro stroked Sakura's head and spoke to her gently.

"It's okay, it's alright."

Sakura shook her head somewhat reservedly and spoke softly.

Having just overheard Shirou and Enkidu's conversation, she didn't know that the woman in front of her had been influenced by magic, so she was somewhat unaccustomed to it.

However, no matter what, they are still children of the Tohsaka family.

Having grown up in a family of magicians, Sakura's knowledge and experience are naturally much richer than that of children from ordinary families.