Nuclear Sword Immortal Starting from Type-Moon

Having inherited the power of countless counterparts from various worlds, Shirou's physical strength is no weaker than Artoria's.

Chapter Twenty-Six: The Witch Who Secretly Evades Taxes

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The wooden sword in his hand was suddenly knocked to the ground.

The girl's carefully maintained composure crumbled in an instant.

She was even sent flying by the heavy blow, crashing heavily into the haystack.

Her golden hair was scattered messily around her cheeks, stained with a little dust, making her look disheveled.

The entire battle lasted less than a minute from start to finish.

What does this mean?

Shirou weighed the training wooden sword in his hand, which he had copied from the girl.

Even though his swordsmanship was arguably no less than anyone else's in this era.

However, this does not mean that it is possible to defeat Artoria, the son of the red dragon, at such a fast pace.

Moreover, he hadn't actually been playing at full strength.

Therefore, the gap between the two sides should not be so large as to be so disparate.

There was actually another reason why the girl lost so easily.

"Isn't your sword a little too hesitant?"

Shirou lightly swung the wooden sword in his hand a few times, creating a beautiful sword flower in the air.

"You spar with someone, but you never attack, only defend. Who taught you the Turtle Style sword technique?"

In response to Shirou's question, the girl simply remained silent, breathing heavily.

Her white cloth dress was covered with bits of grass.

The girl's originally fair cheeks were now flushed from the strenuous exercise.

His chest heaved violently, and sweat slid down his long neck, disappearing deep into his collar.

She struggled to get up from the haystack.

With a trembling hand, he picked up the wooden sword that had fallen to the side.

Then, he once again assumed a sword-wielding stance.

The stance that had been practiced countless times now appeared as nothing more than an empty shell to Shirou.

Because that demeanor lacked a certain ruthlessness.

"As the saying goes, 'If you have a weapon in your heart, the desire to kill will naturally arise.'"

"He grasped the weapon, but did not reveal the killing intent that matched it."

Therefore, even the most exquisite swordsmanship will become dull.

Shirou's words made the girl bite her lower lip lightly, a hint of unwillingness flashing in her eyes.

"..."

In fact, she was perfectly aware of the immense power contained within her seemingly petite body.

She had already mastered the swordsmanship taught to her by her adoptive father, Hector.

In this vast Britain, few could instruct her in martial arts.

This defeat reminded her of her adoptive father's incisive assessment.

"You who expect people to be good-natured do not yet have the resolve to kill."

That's right.

Even a rough wooden sword, under the enhancement of her magic, becomes as hard as steel.

Once the girl, who is the son of the red dragon, unleashes her power, she can cut a person in two with a single stroke, even if she is wielding a wooden sword.

Therefore, in past training, the girl never dared to exert her full strength.

Now, the swift and inevitable defeat made her understand...

She finally met an opponent who could unleash her full power.

"Then, I apologize for offending you, Lord Caesar."

The girl, holding swords in both hands, once again assumed a proper mid-level stance.

boom!

That was the sound of magic stirring.

The immense aura emanating from her body was like a tangible wind pressure, causing the wheat fields to sway incessantly.

Her golden hair danced wildly in the torrent of magic, and her once clear blue eyes now became incredibly sharp.

However, Shirou stood motionless amidst this aura.

He held the sword high with one hand, turning sideways to meet the attacker.

It looked loose and flimsy, as if it was full of flaws.

But this is not a flaw at all.

Having just suffered a defeat, Artoria understood this better than anyone else.

This boy's seemingly casual stance allows him to mobilize his entire body the instant he initiates a fight.

That ferocity seemed to come from thousands of battles, an instinct that had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

However, Artoria still sensed something was amiss.

"Lord Caesar, have you killed many people?"

A look of confusion flashed in Artoria's emerald green eyes.

"Your swordsmanship is so exquisite, as if you have fought countless battles."

"But... I didn't sense that level of killing intent."

Under the gaze of the girl's clear eyes, Shirou nodded noncommittally.

There's nothing wrong with how you feel.

"To date, I have only personally killed one person."

"real……?"

Artoria pondered the key words in Shirou's words.

This answer is truly perplexing.

Kashiro clearly had no intention of continuing to explain in detail to her.

He lowered the wooden sword in his hand slightly, and his eyes became sharp.

"Are you going to fight or not? At this level, it's not even a warm-up!"

Hearing the urging voice, Artoria pursed her lips.

"Come on! Please don't hold back, Lord Caesar!"

Artoria had given it her all, holding nothing back.

Bang!

The soil beneath their feet cracked open.

Each swing of her sword seemed to slice through the air and stir up the air currents.

That is a power that would amaze any mortal.

That was a swordsmanship that any knight would admire from the bottom of his heart.

However, in Shirou's view, this was far from enough.

I couldn't sense even the slightest bit of ruthlessness.

The difference between him and the King Arthur in Shirou's memory is too great.

Although they share the same kindness.

But now, this girl, who even drew her sword with compassion, seemed to be radiating a sacred light throughout her entire body.

All the darkness in one's heart is like a blond vampire meeting the sunlight, instantly burned away.

It's too bright.

Too...

How naive.

But it was precisely this innocence that made Shirou find the girl in this innocent period all the more adorable.

Compared to the Knight King during the Fourth Holy Grail War, Artoria, who is currently only an apprentice knight, is undoubtedly much, much cuter.