Nuclear Sword Immortal Starting from Type-Moon

Shirou forced himself to calm down and looked around at the dark and gloomy space.

A foul stench filled the nasal cavity.

The wet, sticky muddy ground was littered with bottles, jars, and other trash.

A sewer-like environment.

This place is probably near the banks of the Weiyuan River.

"Bluebeard, please show me another piece of your art!"

The young man's coquettish voice made Shirou feel nauseous.

Not far away, the blond-haired youth, Ryunosuke Amatsu, with an excited and expectant smile on his face, was making a request to the Caster (magician).

"Not yet, Ryunosuke~!"

The towering man, nearly two meters tall, stared wide-eyed like a frog, a cruel smile on his face, and spread his arms.

"A beautiful work of art needs to be created when the offering is at its most emotionally charged to preserve that exquisite feeling!"

"Wow! As expected of Lord Bluebeard! His artistic level is indeed higher than ours!"

Ryunosuke Uryu started dancing around like a child.

Two men, like snowmen from Mixue Ice Cream, held hands and danced happily in the sewer space.

It felt as if I was hallucinating that familiar melody.

You love me, I love you...

Just seeing those two made Shirou realize he was doomed.

Dead.

'No...it's too stupid to just sit here and wait to die...!'

Shirou's eyes searched around and soon found a shard of a wine bottle half-buried in the soil.

He shifted his position and picked up the broken pieces from the ground.

Then, under the blank gaze of the girl with pigtails standing to the side, she began to silently cut the hemp rope binding her wrists.

They probably looked down on them quite a bit, which is why Ryunosuke Uryu tied them up rather casually.

Soon, Shirou had almost finished cutting the rope.

Now, it can be torn apart with a little force.

However, he did not act rashly.

After all, there was a Servant waiting not far away.

As a 7-year-old child who couldn't even kill a chicken, Shirou was still self-aware.

If you move it around, it might be turned into a specimen immediately.

"Ah~ Ryunosuke~! A fool is coming!"

The Caster (magician), dressed in a wide black robe, emitted a sharp, explosive sound.

"What?! Lord Bluebeard! We can't let anyone disturb us!"

Ryunosuke Uryu shouted nervously, waving his arms wildly. He didn't seem scared at all; instead, he seemed very excited.

"Don't worry, Ryunosuke! I'll go and take care of all those arrogant cops right now!"

"You must return victorious, Lord Bluebeard!"

Amidst Ryunosuke Uryu's blessings, Caster's figure vanished.

Then, the blond youth turned his gaze toward Shirou.

Step by step, she walked up to Shirou.

Then he lowered his head, brought his face close to Shirou's, and took a deep breath like a pervert.

"Hmm~! The artwork you create will definitely be amazing~!"

"Don't you think this is sacred?"

The young man smelled the child's scent as if he were gently inhaling a rose.

His neck, too, was exposed to Shirou without any warning.

It's now!

With a slight exertion of the arms, the rope snapped instantly.

The shard of glass that Shirou was clutching in his hand sliced ​​across the young man's neck in an instant.

Sizzle!

Blood gushed out like a torrent.

“€€……?”

Ryunosuke Uryu instinctively covered his neck, staring blankly at the flowing bright red blood.

Rin Tohsaka, standing to the side, was terrified by the scene and trembled uncontrollably.

"Waaaaaah?!?!"

"Don't move, I'll help you cut the rope." Shirou patted her shoulder, signaling her to be quiet.

The girl's trembling subsided considerably as she tried her best to endure it.

Shirou cut the rope and tore off the tape, and the girl was finally able to speak.

"Thank you……"

Her soft, sweet voice was very pleasant to hear.

Shirou took her hand and led her towards the sewer entrance.

In the pitch-black sewers, only the echoes of footsteps and gasps of breath could be heard.

The lights reflected on the river seemed so close at hand.

Sizzle

What pierced through the chest were dancing tentacles.

Those were deep-sea monsters from another world, planted in advance in the sewers.

Shirou collapsed to the ground, his senses rapidly fading.

Everything in sight began to darken.

In the final moments of his life, he saw the girl with pigtails kneeling before him.

"No...don't die...waaaah..."

Her tear-streaked face was exceptionally endearing.

I really don't know what she's crying about at a time like this.

"Run! You idiot..."

Chapter Two: Unlimited Blade Works

The sky outside the window was dimly lit.

The mornings in Fuyuki City are just like any other.

The hazy, indistinct morning light shone through the window grille.

The light was dim and listless; it wasn't exactly gloomy, but it wasn't bright either.

The room was dimly lit.

The morning air was a bit chilly.

Therefore, Chihiro's condition upon waking up is not ideal.

After opening his eyes, he stared blankly at the familiar gray-white ceiling.

A modern-looking circular ceiling light is embedded in the ceiling, but it is not turned on.

The soft morning light streaming in through the window gently caressed my cheek.

Fragments of memories flashed through my mind.

The girl's final sobs grew clearer.

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.

A familiar call.

"...They've arrived."