Nuclear Sword Immortal Starting from Type-Moon

"Ah...that's..."

This time, Artoria saw it clearly.

That's magic.

However, it wasn't a particularly sophisticated magic trick, but rather an incredibly simple one.

The swords created by that kind of magic should be as fragile as glass.

But why is the sword in his hand so sturdy?

The girl was not allowed to continue thinking.

Shirou, wielding two swords, was so powerful that Artoria was forced to retreat step by step.

"So...so strong...!"

Whether it's strength or swordsmanship, they are not on the same level at all.

One-sided dominance, a contest with no suspense whatsoever.

Boom

A torrential downpour of sword light cascaded down on the girl's precarious sword formation, sending her flying once more.

Artoria fell to the ground in a sorry state.

then……

She ignored the trickles of blood seeping from between her fingers.

Her fair and slender wrist trembled slightly as the girl looked down at the ground, wanting to pick up a new wooden sword.

However, there were no spare swords left.

"……then."

The projected azure light flickered, and a wooden sword was tossed into the girl's hand.

Seeing the sword thrown by the boy, Artoria instinctively caught it.

"Thank you... Let's do it again, Lord Caesar."

The girl stood up and met Shirou's sword strike again.

He was beaten to the ground, but then he got up.

"Again."

Blood seeped from the tiger's mouth where he gripped the sword, so he wiped it away.

"Again!"

With his wrist dislocated and the sword hilt broken, he straightened his joints and caught another new sword thrown at him.

"Again!"

Her smooth blonde hair lost its luster.

His once firm face was now covered in grime.

But the girl's emerald eyes seemed to retain the same pure and clear quality as when they first met.

"Ah... Artoria..."

"The purer the flower, the more it attracts people to pick it."

"Shirou, I want you to go and pluck her...!"

While effortlessly dealing with the girl's attacks, Shirou caught a glimpse of the witch's erratic remarks in the marriage interface out of the corner of his eye. His hand trembled, and he almost dropped his sword.

No, you old woman, can you please stop acting so crazy?!

You might as well let me go and pull down their pants.

"Your Excellency Caesar, are you tired?"

As their blades clashed, the girl, sensing Shirou's sudden loss of control and believing she had the upper hand, resolutely pressed forward.

Wielding two swords creates more openings compared to wielding a sword with one hand.

To compensate for those weaknesses, the swordsman must have a stronger physique.

Artoria believed that Shirou was probably starting to tire during this long training session.

Perhaps this is the only moment she can defeat her opponent.

The opportunity was fleeting, and she decided to seize it.

It's now!

She thought she had caught that fleeting weakness.

He lunged forward, attempting a final, close-quarters attack.

However, in that instant, Shirou, whose attention had been drawn back from the Bond interface, suddenly resumed the flow of his swordplay, which had seemed stagnant.

Shirou casually deflected her all-out attack.

Immediately afterwards, they shifted positions and changed places.

The world spun around me.

By the time Artoria realized what was happening, she had already been pinned down in the soft pile of wheat.

The two fell down together, raising clouds of dust.

"Lord Caesar, you are truly powerful..."

Artoria sighed somewhat dejectedly.

After the sparring match, beads of sweat formed on her skin, trickling down her pretty cheeks and dripping onto the pile of wheat beneath her.

Being outmatched in skill, one loses completely.

Just as she was feeling deeply frustrated by her lack of skill in swordsmanship.

suddenly.

She felt something strange in her chest.

By a twist of fate, Shirou's hand was pressed against her chest.

Although, due to its young age, its development appears somewhat stunted.

In addition, she wore a chest binder to disguise herself as a man.

but……

The touch from those fingertips still carried a special warmth and softness.

Shirou already knew the girl's secret.

Looking at the girl's tightly bound chest, which she wore to conceal her identity.

Shirou couldn't help but silently complain to himself.

'With this much weight, what difference does it make whether I wear a chest binder or not?'

While inwardly grumbling, Shirou's outward expression remained flawless.

“Strange… Artorius, didn’t you say you were a man?”

He wore a puzzled expression.

Why is this place... so soft?

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The child is simple-minded, but the child is strong.

Artoria's brain has completely shut down after being subjected to this 'molestation'.

Her fair face instantly turned bright red.

Even the roots of her ears were flushed with shame and indignation.

"This, this is..."

The girl stammered, her eyes darting around.

I could never bring myself to say that I'm a girl.

This disguise has been maintained for over a decade.

How could we let something like this ruin everything!

In the end, she had no choice but to answer, even though she was hesitant.

"Pectoral muscles!"

"No, that's right, those are pectoral muscles!"

Artoria stammered in reply:

"My pectoral muscles are just naturally different from others; they're just a bit softer...!"

Soft is said to be.