Nuclear Sword Immortal Starting from Type-Moon

For example, the burning of human reason, alien gods, the blanking of Earth... Just thinking about it makes his scalp tingle, but he lives here and will have to face it sooner or later.

Time doesn't stop.

Shirou took a deep breath.

"There's no need to overthink it. That crisis should have been resolved even without me, right?"

Thinking about this, Shirou felt a little relieved.

Putting aside his complicated thoughts, Shirou strode towards the edge of town.

This is a castle city under the rule of the Kingdom of Camelot.

If we can rule out magic tricks, it's actually reasonable for modern people to assume that ancient people lived in extreme poverty.

But it is precisely because of magic that things go beyond the realm of common sense.

In the fifth century AD, remnants of the Age of Gods still existed in Britain.

Land blessed by God.

Even the demonic path is thriving.

Magicians can be seen everywhere.

The magic and alchemy brought a different kind of prosperity to the castle of this ancient world, unlike the materialistic world.

Along the way, in addition to the townspeople dressed in linen clothes, Shirou also saw many knights wearing silver armor.

Some were chatting with each other.

Some were testing their martial arts skills.

More often than not, he is surrounded by a group of teenage girls boasting about his abilities.

Compared to these knights, Shirou's current boyish appearance under magical transformation is actually not much less impressive.

However, he was not wearing knight's armor, which naturally diminished his charisma as a 'strongman' in this era.

"These people are pitifully weak."

Shirou, possessing the power of a heroic spirit, casually swept his gaze over the knights.

With just one glance, I could see through their skill level.

weak.

too weak.

They're the kind of characters you'd spot at a glance, like a random roadside NPC.

Shirou left the town along the road, far from any human presence.

The sky was clear and cloudless.

Today in Britain, it is also a bright and sunny day.

Before we had even fully crossed the lush forest outside the town, the distinctive aroma of barley and wheat wafted onto our faces on the autumn breeze.

Shirou stood atop the giant tree, gazing into the distance, where a glimmer of brilliant golden light faintly appeared at the horizon.

Guided by the wind, Shirou walked toward the wheat field.

In fact, Morgan had already shown him the way forward.

Golden wheat fields can already be seen from among the waist-high grass.

A gentle breeze rustled through the treetops, mingling with the sound of wooden swords striking training posts.

"It should be around here...?"

Shirou parted the grass and stepped onto the path beside the wheat field.

Bang, bang, bang

The regular and rhythmic striking sounds traveled with the wind to Shirou's ears.

That was the sound of a wooden sword striking a training post.

Shirou moved closer to the source of the sound.

With his "clairvoyance," he noticed the girl practicing swordsmanship on the grassland from a great distance.

Her soft, golden hair swayed in the wind like the bright wheat field.

At this moment, Artoria was dressed in the common attire of a male farmer.

Her golden hair was tied into a neat ponytail.

She was probably still wearing a corset.

Although it was already quite flat.

It's truly regrettable to close off the possibility of that proud pair growing up like this.

After all, judging from the Gunslinger Artoria in the Singularity, Artoria actually has a lot of potential.

However, as things stand now, it's indeed very difficult to tell that she's a girl.

If Shirou hadn't already known she was a girl, he probably would have just thought of her as a handsome young man.

That was not merely the effect of disguise, but the influence of magic.

Was this Merlin's doing?

Shirou narrowed his eyes, using his "clairvoyance" to survey his surroundings.

No trace of the great sage Merlin was found.

It seems that the girl is the only one here.

boom!

A crisp, snapping sound.

Marching forward in perfect formation, sword slashing diagonally, as steady as a rock, moving like thunder.

Holding the training wooden sword in a mid-stance, the blonde girl focused intently on hacking at the wooden stake in front of her.

Her fair and smooth neck was slightly damp with sweat.

Every swing of the sword was so precise that there was no flaw in it.

It combines precision and elegance, and is full of beauty in terms of power and skill.

They seemed to have noticed the arrival of outsiders.

Her sword-wielding motion faltered slightly.

The blonde girl stopped what she was doing and looked up.

Her gaze happened to meet that of the visitor.

"..."

"..."

silence.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Chapter Twenty-Five: He's Actually a Tomboy

The instant you catch a glimpse of the other person's face.

Shirou was momentarily stunned.

Not only was he somewhat stunned, but the other person was as well.

For Shirou, it was the girl's beauty that made his gaze linger.

Upon closer observation, Shirou's breathing inevitably faltered.

It's not just about beauty.

Even his simple farm clothes couldn't conceal his otherworldly, detached air.

She had long, flowing blonde hair, clear, deep green eyes like jade, and a striking tuft of hair that stuck in her hair.

Without a doubt, the girl is Shirou's target on this trip, the future King Arthur – Artoria Pendragon.

This face is so authoritative that it leaves a deep impression.

The saying that there are 100 top chefs among ten chefs is not just an empty phrase.

All of Saber's features are as dazzling as starlight.

Most importantly... she's a blonde, ahoge (cowlick) beauty.

This alone is enough to make people unable to extricate themselves.

"Excuse me... is there anything I can help you with?"

Artoria, who thought she hadn't been recognized while disguised as a man, asked with some curiosity.

"Hello, I am a traveler who has crossed the ocean to visit this place."