Nuclear Sword Immortal Starting from Type-Moon

Shirou started making things up.

"I happened to catch a glimpse of you practicing your sword when I passed by just now, so I was a little curious."

"Is that so..."

Artoria looked at Shirou with some surprise.

"This is the first time I've seen a traveler from somewhere else."

Because Shirou's face was very different from that of the locals, Artoria did not suspect anything.

"By the way, my... my name is Mordekaiser."

After hesitating for a moment, Shirou still gave a pseudonym.

After all, if we used her Japanese name, Artoria, who doesn't speak Japanese at all, probably wouldn't even be able to pronounce it, so let's use her English name instead.

When you're out and about, you give yourself your own identity!

Shirou wore a polite smile.

"So, what is your name?"

Artoria hesitated for a moment.

Immediately, after some deliberation, he uttered his name.

“My name is Al…Altoris.”

This is the pseudonym that Artoria has always used in town.

In order to prevent others from discovering that she is a woman, she can only disguise herself in this way.

Is this considered a tomboy?

"Artorius, may I call you that?" Shirou asked.

“Of course… Lord Mordekaiser.” Artoria nodded quickly.

"No need to use honorifics."

Shirou shook his head and smiled gently.

"I'm actually younger than you, you can just call me Caesar."

That's much smaller.

"Caesar..."

With some difficulty, like a flattered little animal, Artoria uttered the name Shirou had mentioned.

The red-haired boy's shadow was reflected in Artoria's pale green pupils.

"Is this alright?"

Artoria asked hesitantly.

"Yes, that's good."

Shirou smiled and affirmed her statement.

"Speaking of which, are you a knight? Artori... Artoris."

Shirou almost misspoke the girl's original name, but thankfully he managed to correct himself.

"Yes...but it's just an apprenticeship."

Artoria answered.

"I want to become a qualified knight and gain everyone's recognition."

The blonde girl said modestly, somewhat embarrassed.

"I'm still a long way from perfect..."

"Do you want recognition... Is it your own heartfelt desire, or someone else's expectation?"

Shirou's tone was quite casual, as if he were just chatting.

"Of course...it's mine..."

Artoria looked down at the training wooden sword in her hand.

Her expression seemed somewhat dazed.

As she pondered this question, the tip of another wooden sword was already pressed against her chin.

Gently, he lifted her lowered face little by little.

Looking at that fair and pretty face.

Looking at the chaotic confusion in her eyes.

"If we still cannot reach a conclusion, we might as well try to find the answer with the sword in our hands."

There's a reason for saying that.

Thanks to Mr. Kim's 'generosity', Shirou was able to replicate a huge number of swords.

As long as he holds the sword, he can extract the memories of battle from it.

Therefore, his combat experience can be described as incredibly rich.

Artoria looked at the wooden sword pressed against her chin, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.

Why does this sword seem so familiar?

The marks left on it over the years were exactly the same as those on the wooden sword he usually used.

It was as if the sword had been taken from my hand.

But my sword is still in my hand, isn't it?

Thoughts swirled in my mind.

The girl's expression was slightly blank.

"Are you going to fight or not?"

Shirou's voice rang out once again.

Upon hearing this, Artoria seemed to snap out of her daze and looked at the boy in front of her.

"I'm sorry, I was a little distracted."

She quickly stood up, gripped the wooden sword in her hand, and assumed a fighting stance.

Shirou, standing opposite her, remained casually in place.

He held the wooden sword in his hand, the tip of which lightly grazed the grass, leaving a mark.

"Aren't you going to take this seriously?"

Seeing Shirou's leisurely demeanor, Artoria offered a reminder.

"I'm very serious, from beginning to end."

I received this answer.

"In my opinion, Lord Mordekaiser, you are currently riddled with weaknesses..."

Artoria frowned slightly, and said with some concern.

I'm afraid I might accidentally hurt you.

Upon hearing this, Shirou paused for a moment, the tip of his sword that was slicing through the grass.

Then, he raised the wooden sword to shoulder level, the tip pointing directly at the girl opposite him, a faint smile on his lips.

"If you think my attitude is wrong, then correct me."

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to listen to her well-intentioned reminder, Artoria pouted in dissatisfaction.

"Hmph... Well then, you'd better watch out!"

Gripping the sword hilt tightly, the girl's figure transformed into a gust of wind.

Bang

The wooden swords clashed, their blades striking each other with a resounding clang.

The girl possessed the blood of a red dragon.

As an artificial king possessing the Dragon Factor, Artoria's stats can be described as monstrous.

Especially in this age of gods where the air is filled with ethereal magic, she can generate magic power continuously simply by breathing.

As long as she has magic, her strength is limitless. Even if she fights for days and nights, she will not feel tired at all.

She's strong, she's very strong.

In fact, they are already far superior to the vast majority of those in Britain who are all talk and no action.

This exaggerated strength, even though it is not yet fully developed, is enough to make it a veritable humanoid dragon.

But, unfortunately...

Her opponent, in a sense, was not an ordinary human being either.