Nuclear Sword Immortal Starting from Type-Moon

"nice shot!"

Loud cheers came from the television.

He missed very few shots, giving Shirou the feeling of racing against a rabbit that was flying straight ahead.

Nevertheless, Shirou performed with ease.

There's nothing we can do about it; he has the reaction speed of a Heroic Spirit.

That's the magic of numbers!

"The older brother has changed."

Sakura gently poked Shirou's leg with the handle, reminding him.

As she said this, Sakura seemed to feel that the cross-legged position was starting to feel uncomfortable, so she changed to a squatting position.

With some difficulty, she straightened her slightly numb calves and feet, moving her pink toes forward to reveal the healthy, rosy flesh of her soles more clearly.

"...Is it my turn now?"

Lost in thought, Shirou looked at the television screen.

The moment my gaze swept across the course, I confirmed the terrain and then swung my club.

The little white ball traced a beautiful arc and landed precisely in the hole.

Oh no... I forgot to turn on the water.

Shirou glanced at Sakura, who was swinging her club, with some concern.

Soft, tender cheeks.

His expression remained largely unchanged.

It seems that it is not so easily defeated.

Shirou breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Sakura isn't the kind of child who's emotionally fragile.

On the contrary, she is actually very strong.

During this brief time together, Shirou sensed these things.

As you progress through the game, it becomes less and less fun.

It's very simple, after all.

Simplicity also means it's easy to get tired of it.

However, it still achieved the desired effect.

The gloom in Sakura's eyes had visibly dissipated.

She was staring at the TV screen, seemingly lost in thought.

She straightened her legs, which had been crossed, and put them down, slipping her little feet into her rabbit slippers, changing to a normal sitting posture.

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A knocking sound came from the entryway.

"Enkidu, go open the door."

Shirou gave the instructions.

Mrs. Chiki went out shopping, so at this time only Shirou and Sakura are at home.

"Good~"

With a light, airy response, the green-haired, white-robed servant dispelled his spirit form and walked toward the entrance.

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The knocking sounded again.

"Here it comes, please wait a moment!"

Click.

The door opened.

Outside light shines into the entryway.

The man standing at the door bowed politely and gracefully.

"Hello."

The man's voice made Sakura, who was sitting on the sofa, tremble.

Shirou noticed Sakura's unusual behavior and immediately looked towards the entrance.

He was dressed in a burgundy tailcoat, his face expressionless.

The man exuded the aura of a social elite.

Holding a jeweled cane, he exudes the air of a classical Western aristocrat.

"Tokiomi Tohsaka..."

Shirou felt a little tense.

Not only does he have a powerful Servant like Enkidu on his side, but he also possesses the power of a Heroic Spirit and has copied so many Noble Phantasms.

At this moment, Tokiomi Tohsaka runs over. What's the difference between that and him just offering himself up for free?

Thinking of this, Shirou glanced at Sakura, whose body was slightly stiff.

Hmm... let's first confirm Tokiomi Tohsaka's intentions in coming here.

Thinking it over, Shirou walked over.

Chapter Thirty-Three: Rin and Sakura's Reunion

"Long time no see... I'd like to say that, but we actually met just last night, Mr. Tohsaka."

Shirou, who had stopped at the entrance, looked at the uninvited guest outside the door and chuckled jokingly.

His attitude, which was as if he were chatting casually with a familiar neighbor, surprised Tokiomi Tohsaka.

Despite the turmoil of surprise churning within him, Tokiomi Tohsaka maintained an elegant and calm demeanor on the surface.

"You really don't act like a child, Chiki Shirou..."

A brief silence.

The silence spread like thorns, stinging the skin.

"I haven't seen your Servant, Mr. Tohsaka. Where did he go?"

Finally, it was Shirou who spoke first.

The cold wind blowing in from outside was really biting.

He himself was fine, but he didn't want Sakura to feel the cold wind because of it.

"That Wang... saw an arcade along the way and said he wanted to experience modern entertainment, so he..."

When Tokiomi Tohsaka answered Shirou's question, he glanced cautiously at Enkidu, who was standing like a bodyguard behind Shirou.

This green-haired, white-robed follower possesses strength comparable to that of the oldest king.

Tokiomi Tohsaka was deeply impressed by last night's breathtaking battle.

Shirou couldn't help but find it amusing to look at Tokiomi Tohsaka, who was trying his best to maintain an elegant posture.

You actually dared to come!

His lips couldn't help but curl up slightly, but he quickly suppressed it again.

I almost blurted out what was on my mind.

"So, Mr. Tohsaka, what brings you to my house?"

Shirou asked with a slight smile.

"I……"

Tokiomi Tohsaka's mouth opened and closed slightly, as he was about to reveal the reason.

"Father, when will I be able to see Sakura again?"

The words he was about to say were suddenly cut off.

Peeking out from behind Tokiomi Tohsaka was a little girl with twin ponytails.

"Rin? What are you doing here?"

Shirou looked at the girl with a puzzled expression.

"Oh? You actually... know Rin?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Tokiomi Tohsaka's eyes.

"Yes, we're classmates from the same school," Shirou explained calmly.