Nuclear Sword Immortal Starting from Type-Moon

Go home after school.

Tonight's dinner is curry beef rice.

Shirou ate his rice while watching TV with great interest.

The TV was playing the anime "Sailor Moon".

"Mercury Star Power, Make Up!!"

A magical girl dressed in blue is shouting her transformation slogan.

"Sab-o Spray Freezing!"

The plot was at its most exciting part, and Shirou was thoroughly enjoying it.

Of course, his focus was no longer on the plot of the animation.

Instead, it's what the beautiful girls look like after they transform into magical girls.

"It's so astringent... no, it looks good."

Shirou couldn't help but remark on this.

Many animations from the 80s and 90s actually had excellent designs and drawings of female characters.

It's a pity that at this time, the children watching these cartoons were basically focused on the battles.

Shirou only noticed this when he looked away from the television screen.

Sakura, who was standing nearby, was also watching the anime intently.

A pair of light blue eyes sparkled with longing.

She's still just a little girl, so Sakura probably admires the pretty clothes and magical girls who represent justice in anime.

Enkidu also seems to be quite interested in magical girl anime.

"Master, do you think... magical girls really exist in this world?"

"I think so."

Shirou answered with a rather affirmative tone.

Aozaki Aoko is a magical girl, isn't she...?

As I pondered these random thoughts, time slipped by little by little.

Finally, it was nine o'clock at night.

At Shirou's urging, Sakura was pulled into bed early and crawled under the covers to sleep.

"Well……"

Sakura was actually a little confused as to why Shirou was in such a hurry to go to sleep.

However, when Shirou held her hand, she couldn't say anything.

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After changing into their pajamas, they lay down in bed together.

Through the thin pajamas, we could feel each other's body temperature.

The hot breath they exhaled inevitably hit their cheeks.

"Shirou, do you really enjoy sleeping with me?"

Sakura was lying on her side facing Shirou.

She rested her head on the soft pillow, her cheeks slightly flushed as she looked at him, appearing somewhat embarrassed.

"This……"

When asked this question by the girl, Shirou was a little unsure how to answer.

I can't exactly tell her that I went to see another girl, can I?

I have a feeling that if I were to say that, it would have very bad consequences.

It might even trigger some strange yandere switch.

"Hmm... I always feel at ease when Sakura is around."

Shirou carefully considered his words before speaking.

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After hearing those words, Sakura shyly buried her head in the blanket.

A moment later, Shirou felt a small head snuggle into his arms.

In this gradually warming, fragrant bed.

Sakura's breathing gradually calmed down.

"Are you asleep...?"

Shirou carefully left the bed and went into the bathroom.

The tiny figure transformed into dissipating spiritual particles and silently journeyed to the Age of Gods.

……

Britain.

Inside the luxuriously decorated palace.

"How was yesterday, Morgan?"

Shirou first greeted Morgan.

"so so."

Morgan sat in an elegant chair, holding a cup of black tea, his posture somewhat languid.

Her full, plump legs were crossed, as if deliberately, and the opening in front of her chest was pulled open even wider.

What is this going to do?

"By the way, why didn't you come yesterday?" she asked.

"Because I have some things to take care of on my end."

Shirou shrugged and replied.

Explaining things about Caster and the Magic Workshop is too complicated.

Next, Morgan began the usual ritual of instructing the monk Lang Shendai on magic.

Thanks to Shirou's good talent, and the support of the Heroic Spirit's power.

Therefore, the speed of learning can be described as rapid.

Even Morgan couldn't help but admire it.

"If you had been born in this era, you might have been a magician who could have reached the Grand Throne."

"I'm not that good."

Shirou shook his head modestly.

"Besides, I have no interest in the Grand Prix position."

After all, he's a man with cheat codes.

The so-called Grand Throne held little appeal for him.

Shirou prefers his daily life in Fuyuki City.

Even in the future, we will inevitably continue to connect with a diverse world.

But he still wanted to maintain this leisurely daily routine.

He is quite satisfied with his current life.

If you're constantly running around, that must be exhausting, just like going to work.

Does gaining all the power of the Heroic Spirit Emiya mean I have to work all the extra hours?

The thought of working overtime made Shirou look pale and sickly, as if he had swallowed a fly.

Quack... Don't talk nonsense about that kind of thing!!

now.

Morgan's magic instruction is coming to an end.

"Then I'll be going now, Morgan. See you tomorrow."

Shirou bid farewell to the witch amidst her reluctant gaze.

"Um... See you tomorrow... Shirou~"

Morgan's voice seemed to carry a unique charm.

……

Bathed in the bright autumn sunshine, Shirou walked out of town and stepped into the golden wheat field once again.