Crossover Anime: The King of Time? Actually, He's a Slacker!

"It's snowing..."

Fine snowflakes landed on Rin Tohsaka's hair.

The snow in the deep mountains is always heavier and quieter than elsewhere, and the group of people made a soft rustling sound as they stepped on the thin layer of snow.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, as if even birds and beasts had fled the mountains and forests. Only the heavy, falling snow blanketed the entire abandoned ancient temple in a deathly white, eerie silence that sent chills down one's spine.

"This is it." Rin Tohsaka straightened her scarf and went in first.

This temple is where the shadowy figure was last seen, and this morning, the monks living here all fell into a coma.

After briefly assigning search routes, Rin Tohsaka headed alone towards the main hall deep within the temple, while Shirou Emiya, along with Artoria and Astolfo, turned towards the monks' quarters on the west side.

"There are so many rooms here..." Emiya Shirou thought to himself, looking at the intricate network of corridors in front of him.

He casually pushed open a half-closed door and went inside. His gaze swept over a row of wooden knives hanging on the wall. He picked one up and weighed it in his hand; it could barely be used for self-defense.

Outside the room, Artoria's gaze was drawn to the pond not far away. She was about to go closer to take a look when a sudden sense of danger came over her.

"Saber!" Astolfo's shout rang out almost simultaneously with the sound of wind breaking through the snow. His figure sliced ​​through the wind and snow, instantly appearing beside Artoria, and kicked Hassan, the Cursed Arm, who had appeared out of nowhere, in the chest.

Hassan of Cursed Wrist let out a muffled groan and flew backward like a falling leaf, crashing into a rotten pillar.

"Assassin?" Artoria was startled. If it weren't for her intuition reminding her, she wouldn't have noticed the other person's presence at all.

When Hassan of Cursed Arms realized his sneak attack had failed, he turned and ran.

"Saber, protect Emiya, I'll take care of him!" Astolfo said, then shouldered his lance and chased after him.

Artoria was about to follow when she was reminded that Shirou Emiya was still in the room, and she quickly turned around. But the instant she turned around, a heavy black shadow descended from the sky with a howling wind pressure, and its iron fist slammed hard into the spot where she had just been standing.

The bluestone slab shattered instantly, and flying fragments of stone, carried by a strong wind, grazed her cheek. Artoria barely dodged the fatal blow thanks to her intuition, landed quickly, steadied herself, and gripped the invisible holy sword in her hand.

The person before me was wrapped in a tattered black robe. He was burly and his exposed dark brown skin was covered with scarlet runes. His limbs were covered with hideous black armor with sharp edges like the fangs of a wild beast, which gleamed coldly in the snow.

"Come and kill, Saber!" He grinned, revealing a set of jagged fangs, his eyes burning with a pure, terrifying, and irrational killing intent.

"Berserker!" Artoria shouted in a deep voice, magic flowing through the sword, emitting a low hum.

The deafening clang of metal shattered the ancient temple's deathly silence, and snowflakes and pebbles filled the air; a battle was about to erupt.

"Saber!"

Emiya Shirou heard a deafening crash outside and his heart tightened. Just as he was about to push the door open, the heavy wooden door slammed shut with a loud bang.

Immediately afterwards, rustling sounds came from all directions, and countless black insects poured out from the cracks in the floor and the holes in the walls, approaching him like a black tide, and a nauseating stench filled the air.

Emiya Shirou held the wooden sword horizontally in front of him and retreated repeatedly, his stomach churning violently.

The swarm of insects slowly gathered and twisted before him, eventually coalescing into a hunched and short figure. Its dry skin was wrinkled like old tree bark, and its murky eyes gleamed with malice—it was Matou Reiken.

"You're exactly what they mean by moths to a flame," he chuckled eerily, sending chills down everyone's spines.

the other side.

The moment Rin Tohsaka heard the sounds of fighting, she immediately turned and rushed back. But an arrow, carrying a chilling killing intent, pierced through the air and aimed straight for her brow.

The golden spear tip suddenly appeared before her, accurately deflecting the arrow. Karna stood in front of Rin Tohsaka, but when he looked up and saw the familiar figure on the roof, his usually calm golden eyes narrowed sharply.

"Archer?" Rin Tohsaka naturally recognized this Servant she had fought before.

Karna was furious at the sight of the defiled person before him.

"Even someone as perfect as you could fall to this level?!" Karna raised his God-Slaying Spear, and a surge of magical power erupted, scorching flames shooting straight into the sky and tearing the heavens apart.

He roared, "Answer me, Arjuna!"

…………

"Why are you here?" Shirou Emiya gripped his wooden sword, keeping a wary eye on Ryuken Matou as he subtly moved toward the door.

"That dark figure... are you controlling it?"

"Manipulation? Heh..." Matou Ryouken strolled slowly around the room with his hands behind his back, as if watching his prey's dying struggle.

"Who knows?"

"Why drag innocent ordinary people into this!" Shirou Emiya's voice was filled with anger, but his feet did not stop moving at all.

The two of them circled around like this, one pressing closer and closer while the other tried to escape, putting on a two-person show.

"To ask such a pointless question, as expected of Kiritsugu Emiya's son." Matou Ryouken completely ignored his little tricks, his tone full of sarcasm.

"This is the darkness of the Holy Grail War. You understand it a little bit now, don't you?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he suddenly waved his hand.

The swarm of insects, which had been crawling slowly, suddenly became violent, emitting a piercing buzz, and swept towards Shirou Emiya in a massive, overwhelming attack.

"Synchronize, begin!" Emiya Shirou shouted, and the wooden sword in his hand glowed green.

He brandished his blade, cleaving the insects that lunged at him in two, but there were simply too many of them, swarming in from every corner. Soon, his arms and thighs were torn to shreds, and excruciating pain washed over his entire body like a tidal wave.

He staggered backward, finally unable to hold on, and fell heavily to the ground. Black insects crawled all over his body like a tide, slowly engulfing him.

"It's over." Matou Ryouken watched this scene with satisfaction, then turned to leave.

However, the moment he took that first step...

A blazing crimson flame suddenly erupted from the center of the insect swarm!

The raging flames instantly engulfed all the surrounding insects, filling the air with a pungent, burnt smell. Matou Reiken turned around abruptly, an expression of disbelief appearing in his cloudy eyes for the first time.

Immediately afterwards, an incredibly catchy rap, with an unreasonable and domineering attitude, forcefully entered his ears.

"Touch here if you want to transform!"

"Touch here if you want to transform!"

"What is that?" Matou Ryuken's gaze was fixed on the watch face that Emiya Shirou was holding in his hand.

"Wait, wait a minute." Shirou Emiya endured the pain and got up from the ground, starting to fiddle with the watch face in his hand.

"How...how do I use this thing?"

"Touch here if you want to transform!"

"Touch here if you want to transform!"

Matou Ryouken didn't know what that was, but he knew he had to stop the kid's actions!

"Young man, put those things down!"

He shouted sharply, and his withered hand suddenly shot out, from which countless black insects gushed forth.

At the same time, Shirou Emiya also turned the watch face.

"Flame"