Nuclear Sword Immortal Starting from Type-Moon

They simply kept instilling in her the so-called ideals and responsibilities of becoming king.

Bang

The crisp echoes of wooden swords clashing reverberated across the golden wheat field.

As the sun began to set and the evening glow illuminated the horizon, the sparring session finally came to an end.

"Lily, you've improved so quickly."

Shirou lay sprawled on the soft haystack, gazing at the girl so close to him.

That pretty face, slightly shy, was now flushed with the rosy glow of exercise.

"No, I'm still far behind my seniors."

She just murmured modestly.

In fact, with a Heroic Spirit like Shirou as a training partner, Artoria's current strength is top-notch in the entire Britannia.

In one-on-one sword duels, apart from Shirou, there are probably few who could rival her.

"I have to go again."

Looking at the magnificent sunset that painted the sky red, Shirou spoke slowly.

"To be honest, I've always been curious about this."

"Where did you go after sunset, senior?"

Artoria looked at him with a slightly puzzled expression in her emerald green eyes.

"Actually, I did secretly follow my seniors, but I always lost them in the end."

"With your rudimentary tracking skills, it would be a miracle if I didn't notice..."

"And you actually have the nerve to say something like that."

Shirou, somewhat speechless, curled his index finger and slightly raised his hand, as if to give the girl a little punishment.

"Waaah..."

Seeing Shirou's hand fall, the girl did not dodge, but subconsciously closed her eyes tightly.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her beautiful face was flushed with an ambiguous blush in the glow of the sunset.

She was like an angel tempting people to fall.

“Um…senior.”

"I'm counting on you again today..."

The girl's words, spoken with a flushed face, became the final straw that broke her reason.

On the pile of wheat, figures overlapped.

Even through the linen fabric, you can still feel its irresistible elasticity and softness.

The intense aura so close at hand made the girl's heart race.

Although she said she only wanted Shirou's help, the girl knew better than anyone what she really wanted.

"You seem very happy. Does it really work?"

Shirou lowered his gaze, looking at the girl in front of him who was looking down, hiding her emerald green eyes behind her golden bangs, and asked with some curiosity.

"Hmm... I feel like I've grown a bit."

The girl lay on her back on the pile of wheat, her pretty face flushed, her voice barely audible.

"Are my hands really that powerful?"

Even Shirou himself couldn't quite believe it.

After all, the situation has turned out this way simply because of a careless remark made back then.

However, the feeling of giving back doesn't lie.

The girl is truly growing up.

Even if it's just a minor change.

The once flat airport runway has become sloping.

If things continue like this, the flight might crash mid-flight due to excessive turbulence, even before it has fully departed.

"Next time, maybe don't wrap it with fabric... it doesn't feel very nice."

"Senior, you..."

The girl's voice suddenly stopped and became muffled and whimpering.

Perhaps because she had already lost her first kiss to Shirou, Artoria didn't seem to resist much this time.

"Waaah..."

Forehead to forehead, they could feel each other's body temperature.

"No, don't do this..."

The girl's gaze darted away, her pretty face flushed red as she shyly turned to one side.

But the next moment, Shirou turned the tables on him.

The girl's emerald green eyes trembled incessantly.

An ambiguous blush had already risen on her fair and pretty face.

As the face drew closer, the girl felt as if her heart was about to leap out of her chest.

Their lips touched gently.

A sweet aroma wafts through the air.

If that were all, perhaps the girl could reluctantly accept it.

But Shirou just happens to be a bit too demanding.

"...!!"

Suddenly, the girl's eyes widened, and her face flushed red as she pushed Shirou away.

After hurriedly straightening her clothes, the girl suddenly remembered something.

"Senior... I have a feeling you're quite skilled at it..."

"Hmm? Maybe it's because I love eating Planet Cups."

Looking at the girl staring at him with a suspicious expression, Shirou replied.

"what is that?"

"A snack... I can eat the whole tub without a spoon, until the cup noodles are reflecting light!"

Shirou gave a rather confident answer.

"Um..."

Artoria didn't quite understand, but as long as it didn't involve other girls, it was fine with her.

The two sat on the wheat pile chatting, the evening breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers and grass.

"I'm sorry, senior..."

The girl spoke softly.

Why apologize?

Shirou looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"Because I just pushed you away..."

You don't need to apologize.

Shirou shook his head and smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes.

"It was me who bullied you."

"I wasn't bullied by my seniors."

Artoria stubbornly pouted.

"However, the day of the selection is approaching, and I... feel a little uneasy."

Upon hearing those words, Shirou couldn't help but raise an eyebrow slightly.

"Wang Xuan..."

"Senior... tell me, what makes a king qualified?"

The blonde girl asked, somewhat bewildered.

Looking at the girl, Shirou thoughtfully raised his head and gazed at the golden afterglow on the horizon.

"A crown makes the wearer stand out; it is a symbol of status."

A gentle voice lingered in the girl's ears, causing her emerald green eyes to gradually widen.

"But the true meaning of the crown is: when disaster strikes, I will protect you from everything and always let you see only golden hope."