Nuclear Sword Immortal Starting from Type-Moon

He hugged his knees, facing the fire, muttering to himself, the background seemingly filled with shadows.

"Brother Kai... seems to have lost his will..."

At the entrance to the courtyard, Artoria glanced into the house and said.

"Why did he inexplicably challenge me to a duel?"

Shirou shrugged silently.

He didn't start it.

"Yes, that was indeed Kai's fault. I'm sorry, senior."

Artoria said to Shirou with a slightly apologetic tone.

The girl lowered her head slightly, looking somewhat guilty, like a little lion who had done something wrong.

"You don't need to apologize to me."

Shirou smiled and shook his head.

"It would be strange if the fault were not yours under any circumstances."

As he spoke, Shirou extended his hand.

While the old knight was comforting his autistic son inside the house, and no one was paying attention to this gap, he quietly took the girl's soft hand in his.

"Senior..."

"Father and the others... might see this..."

The girl's cheeks flushed slightly as she spoke somewhat shyly, but she did not flinch.

"But your hands feel really nice to the touch."

Shirou sighed.

She even couldn't resist mischievously pinching her fingertips a few more times.

"No, not at all."

Artoria shook her head slightly, somewhat disbelieving what Shirou was saying.

“I practice swordsmanship and farm every day, and my hands are calloused... I haven’t taken care of them, so they’re much rougher than those noble ladies’ hands. How could they possibly feel good?”

"I don't like those delicate vases."

Shirou waved his hand dismissively, showing no interest.

A woman who can't uproot a willow tree is boring.

"Well……"

Artoria blinked, not quite understanding.

However, she at least understood that Shirou wanted to express his feelings for her.

Therefore, the girl, who had never had such an ambiguous experience before, blushed even more.

Even her fair earlobes were flushed with a shy blush.

"Speaking of which, can I call you Lily?"

Shirou suddenly remembered the old knights' nickname for the girl and asked with some interest.

“€? Yes, that’s fine…”

Artoria nodded slightly, her voice barely audible.

"See you tomorrow, Lily."

Shirou smiled and backed away step by step.

As he turned around, he raised his hand and waved it casually.

The night was cloudless, and the stars shone brightly.

As she watched the figure gradually disappear into the night, the girl's cheeks flushed slightly.

The nickname she thought she had long been used to, when spoken by that person, evoked a strange sense of shame in her heart.

That's so strange...

Why is this happening...?

……

A cool, refreshing sensation brushed against my cheek.

The bathroom was dimly lit.

Shirou pressed the lampshade switch and walked into the bathroom under the soft lighting.

While waiting quietly for the bathtub to fill with hot water, Shirou returned to the bedroom and checked on Sakura.

The girl's breathing was very steady; she was fast asleep.

Kids this age have such high-quality sleep!

Feeling emotional, Shirou returned to the bathroom, took off his clothes, and slowly immersed his body in the hot water.

"call……"

The warm water enveloped my entire body, washing away all my fatigue.

With the back of his head resting on the edge of the bathtub, Shirou comfortably squinted his eyes slightly.

"Enkidu, were there any suspicious people around your home while I was away?"

The next second, a gentle yet slightly cold voice echoed in Shirou's ears.

No, Master.

"Tonight, apart from a few stray cats and dogs, there's been no other activity in the neighborhood."

Enki loves animals.

He's been taking care of the stray animals in the area lately.

"Is that so..."

Shirou seemed to be deep in thought.

If things could stay this peaceful, that would be nice.

But Shirou knew that was impossible.

This is the world of Type-Moon.

Furthermore, he also gained the power of Heroic Spirits and Command Seals.

Whether it's the Magic Association or other matters, they will inevitably come knocking on our door sooner or later.

Moreover, he has left his mark on the Age of Gods, subtly changing history.

What will this world become next...?

"Could this become a Lostbelt?"

Thinking about this, Shirou felt a headache coming on.

"The Lostbelt..."

Lostbelt.

The formation of Lostbelts is a history of losers who made wrong choices and prospered by mistake.

It is a "human history that has gone down a dead end," interrupted as "unnecessary" and even abandoned by the theory of parallel worlds.

The final formation of Lostbelts requires the "Imaginary Tree" of the alien gods.

Without the Tree of Imagination, a Lostbelt would be like a grain of sand, eliminated by the 'correct' pan-human history and directly cut off.

"Could the Earth I'm on now... be 'Loss Zone Zero'?"

The whole thing started with the Fifth Holy Grail War in 2004.

The former Chaldea director, Marisbury Animusphia, won that war.

He created a Lostbelt, Fuyuki City, which merged with Fuyuki City from the Fifth World War.

Together with King Solomon, they created the Holy Grail, which remained uncontaminated.

He seized this opportunity to acquire enormous wealth, which led to the establishment of Chaldea and the exploration of the origins.

Even Chaldea is the way the old director replicated the Root.

Everything was disguised and concealed by the old director as the outcome of the Fifth World War in Pan-Human History.

But in reality, from the moment the old director won the Holy Grail War in 2004, history was already divided into two parts.

One is a normal pan-human history.

Another one is that he ventured into the world of FGO—Lossandra Zero.

The thought of Chaldea clearing out seven Lostbelts under the guise of Pan-Human History made Shirou feel a little uneasy.

"It is now 1993..."