Zongman: The post-2D era

"From this moment on, I am you, and only your sword spirit. This body and this soul exist for you, and fight for you. No matter how bumpy the road ahead is, I will always be by your side, and never leave you."

As the words fell, her figure seemed to be enveloped by a layer of faint light, which contained the breath of the spirit of mountains and rivers, and echoed the Mountain Sword in her hand.

Her eyes gradually became empty, yet unusually clear, as if at this moment, she was no longer Sakura Matou, but had truly become the sword spirit of the Mountain Sword.

Chapter 841: Shirou Emiya is unwilling to give up

Monday, October 24

Illya sat on Feng Feng's lap, looking at the chessboard-like desks in the classroom and Shirou Emiya whispering at the podium.

"This guy is so shameless that he followed me to school."

"Hello, students."

Shirou Emiya's voice was clear and powerful, echoing in every corner of the classroom.

"I am Shirou Emiya, a man from the Type-Moon World. I have been ordered by the Suppressive Force to follow Feng Feng. Please give me your guidance."

Shirou Emiya stood there, the sunlight shining through the window onto him, giving him a golden glow.

He was wearing a well-fitting school uniform, and his tall and straight figure looked like a model on a magazine cover. Every detail revealed his handsomeness that could not be ignored.

He gently swept his eyes over every student in the classroom, trying to convey friendliness and kindness. However, what responded to him were the hostile eyes of his classmates.

They either frowned or whispered to each other, conveying rejection and distrust to each other, as if Shirou Emiya was an uninvited guest who broke their original peace.

"Shirou Emiya, please take a seat in the vacant seat! Class will begin."

Teacher Shizuka Hiratsuka coughed twice, tapped the blackboard and asked everyone to turn to page 35 of the textbook.

After class, Shirou Emiya walked slowly towards Feng Feng's desk with steady steps and a gentle smile on his face.

The boys' eyes met, and the corners of their mouths curled up with malicious intent, as if they were carrying out some silent conspiracy.

They approached from different directions tacitly, gradually surrounding Emiya Shirou.

The atmosphere in the classroom froze instantly. All the male and female students focused their attention on this scene. Even their breathing seemed to become cautious.

Feng Feng sat in his seat, holding Illya gently in his arms. There was a barely perceptible hint of annoyance in his eyes, but he remained calm.

There was a tense feeling of impending storm in the air, and a silent contest was quietly unfolding.

"Feng Feng, don't you think it's weird to hold Illya in class?"

As soon as Emiya Shirou finished speaking, Illya's face instantly sank, and dissatisfaction flashed in her clear eyes.

She stretched out her slender finger and pointed at Shirou Emiya without hesitation, with a hint of childish stubbornness in her tone:

"I am happy with it! What's wrong with Feng Feng hugging me? But you, Shirou Emiya, you were dumped by Sakura Matou, but now you chase her to school. That's weird!"

After that, Illya stuck out her tongue mischievously, looking very proud.

Shirou Emiya's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. He smiled helplessly, with a hint of complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

The students around were stunned. This sudden "war of words" made them talk a lot, and the whole classroom seemed to be stirred up by an invisible force.

During the break, Shirou Emiya came to Feng Feng's desk again. The sunlight outlined his well-defined profile. He said softly:

"Feng Feng, I think we might be able to talk about the Heaven's Chain and the Mountain's Sword."

There was sincerity in his tone and his eyes were full of desire for the ancient artifact.

Upon hearing this, Illya pouted her lips like an amused kitten and interrupted crisply:

"Hey, you're looking for a baby right after you got dumped? Feng Feng won't pay any attention to you!"

As she spoke, she waved her hands exaggeratedly, causing laughter from the students around her.

The laughter rose and fell like waves, filling the entire classroom with a relaxed and joyful atmosphere, but it also subtly deepened the gap between Emiya Shirou and everyone else.

The corner of his mouth curled up into a wry smile, and a barely perceptible determination flashed in his eyes, as if he was not shaken by the continuous teasing.

In the afternoon, the sun shines obliquely on the wooden floor of the kendo hall, and the cold light flashing from the tip of the sword interweaves with the mottled shadows of the trees outside the window.

Shirou Emiya, wearing a white kendo uniform and a black belt around his waist, walked towards Fengfeng with steady steps.

He held a bamboo sword, the tip of the sword lightly touching the ground, his eyes showing respect for his opponent and desire for victory.

"Please give me your advice." After these brief words, Shirou Emiya flashed and attacked like a cheetah. The bamboo sword brought up a gust of wind and went straight to Feng Feng's vital point on the chest.

Feng Feng reacted quickly, dodging to the side and sweeping the bamboo sword across at the same time. The two sword tips collided with a crisp "clang" sound in mid-air, causing circles of ripples that were invisible to the naked eye.

Sweat slid down the foreheads of the two men, dripped onto the floor, and was instantly swallowed up by the rising water vapor. The air was filled with a tense and fierce atmosphere of confrontation.

Shirou Emiya's bamboo sword drew silver tracks in the air, and each swing was accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air. He asked as he fought:

"Feng Feng, why do you insist on keeping the Sword of the Mountain? Do you know that since the Sword of the Mountain was taken away, the balance of the Type-Moon world has been broken, and strange phenomena have begun to appear in various parallel worlds -

In some worlds, the seasons are reversed, with cold winters and hot summers alternating without order; in some worlds, gravity is disrupted and objects float unsteadily; in some worlds, the flow of time becomes unpredictable, and years pass quickly within a day.

All of this is due to the imbalance of power caused by the lack of the Sword of the Mountain. Do you really want to see this chaos continue?"

Shirou Emiya swung his bamboo sword suddenly, with a force that could not be underestimated, and slashed straight towards Feng Feng's shoulder.

Feng Feng reacted extremely quickly, blocking with his sword. With a "clang" sound, the two swords collided violently again, causing circles of ripples visible to the naked eye.

Feng Feng narrowed his eyes and stared at Shirou Emiya's eyes, but suddenly asked: "Shirou Emiya, why didn't you keep your promise to Sakura Matou yesterday?"

His voice was deep and powerful, as if every word contained a thousand pounds of force. Shirou Emiya paused slightly, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, his expression was complicated, and a trace of struggle and guilt flashed in his eyes.

Sweat slid down his forehead and dripped onto the floor, making a soft "plop" sound.

Inside the kendo hall, the air seemed to freeze, and the atmosphere between the two became extremely tense.

"Emiya Shirou, do you want to be a tool of the Type-Moon world, or a justice partner in your dreams, or... a hero who exists only for Matou Sakura?"

Shirou Emiya's strong slash was as violent as a storm, but Feng Feng used his clever strength to gently lift it up. The tip of the sword drew a graceful arc in the air, and actually reversed in the air, heading straight for Shirou Emiya's sword wrist.

Emiya Shirou was startled and hastily drew his sword to defend himself, but he was a step too late.

Feng Feng's figure was like a ghost, and he swung three swords in succession. Each sword hit the spine of Shirou Emiya's sword just right. Every touch made Shirou Emiya's bamboo sword vibrate more vigorously until the final blow.

Emiya Shirou's bamboo sword was suddenly picked up by this accumulated force, flew out of his hand, and after spinning several circles in the air, it fell to the ground with a plop.

Feng Feng did not move, but calmly placed his bamboo sword on Emiya Shirou's neck. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, as if it could cut through the air at any time, but it stopped at the right time.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, staring directly at Shirou Emiya: "Kendo is not only a contest of skills, but also a sharpening of the soul. Those who are not enlightened are only worthy of trembling under the sword, and are not worthy of fighting with me."

"I won't give up. Sakura, Justice, the Sword of the Mountain... I will protect them all."

Emiya Shirou shouted.

Chapter 842 Matou Sakura enters school

Tuesday, October 25

Illya sat on Feng Feng's lap, looking at the chessboard-like desks in the classroom and Sakura Matou on the podium.

"Why did she come to school? Illya hates elementary school girls like her."

"I also hate you for dominating Feng Feng."

Shirou Emiya, with a Band-Aid on his face, raised his hand in surprise and said, "Sakura, we meet again!"

Sakura Matou glanced at Shirou Emiya lightly, and her eyes were like a barely perceptible coolness passing through the summer breeze. Then she turned around gracefully, with light steps, as if walking in the clouds, and walked straight to Feng Feng's side.

She raised her head slightly, opened her arms in an unquestionable manner, her eyes full of tenderness and determination, as if silently saying: "This is where I should be."

Seeing this, Feng Feng's mouth corners unconsciously rose. He gently moved Illya's calf to the side and tenderly embraced Matou Sakura in his arms.

Illya puffed up her cheeks angrily while sitting on Feng Feng's legs, dissatisfaction written all over her face: "There's obviously no room here!"

Seeing this, Shirou Emiya's eyes flashed with anger. He slammed the desk hard, causing stationery to scatter all over the floor, and shouted, "Matou Sakura!"

This shout, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly broke the tranquility of the classroom. He glared at Feng Feng, his eyes full of reproach and dissatisfaction, as if he was about to spit fire.

"Feng Feng, you're really going too far! You're so reckless in school, and you don't take the school rules seriously at all?"

As he said this, he turned his head angrily, looked at the teacher on the podium, clenched his fists, and begged:

"Teacher, please give us new tables and chairs. This place is a mess!"

The teacher gently raised her hand, motioning Emiya Shirou to sit down. Her voice was gentle but carried unquestionable authority:

"Emiya-san, please calm down. Fengfeng, please go to the warehouse on the first floor of the teachers' dormitory and help Matou Sakura and Illya move two sets of new tables and chairs."

Feng Feng smiled slightly, with a bit of pampering and helplessness in that smile. He patted Matou Sakura's back gently, motioning her to wait a moment, then turned around and strode out of the classroom.

After a while, he appeared at the door of the classroom, pushing two brand new tables and chairs in his hands, and every step he took seemed so steady and powerful.

The sunlight shone through the window onto his sweaty forehead, sparkling with the luster of youth.

He carefully placed the table and chair in the empty seat next to him.

Emiya Shirou raised his hand high again, his eyes gleaming with determination, and he pleaded with a slightly trembling voice:

"Teacher, I...I want to move to the back row and sit next to Matou Sakura."

However, the teacher just gently adjusted his glasses, without taking his eyes off the textbook in his hands, as if he didn't hear anything, and started teaching on his own.

Sakura Matou in the back row smiled gently, and that smile was as gentle and bright as the cherry blossoms blooming in spring.

She quietly moved her chair and moved closer to Feng Feng little by little until their shoulders lightly touched.

There was a cunning light in her eyes, as if silently saying: "You are mine."

This scene, quietly played out in the classroom, was like a warm and slightly mischievous painting.

"Brother Feng is not yours. If it were, it would be mine!" Illya said in a low voice.

Shirou Emiya looked back frequently, and his eyes always fell involuntarily on Sakura Matou and Illya.

Matou Sakura smiled gently and reached out to pinch Illya's face. Illya immediately pouted and put her hands on her hips, acting like a little adult: "Humph, don't think Brother Feng will like you!"

Sakura Matou smiled without saying anything, just shook her head gently, her eyes full of tenderness.

"What a child."

Seeing this, Feng Feng chuckled helplessly. He put one arm around Illya's shoulders and patted the back of Matou Sakura's hand with the other, as if he was comforting two children competing for favor.

The three of them sat in the back seat, sometimes laughing and joking, sometimes whispering, and the sunlight shone through the window onto them, giving this warm scene a layer of golden glow.

It was lunch time, the sun shone obliquely on the corridor, and Shirou Emiya walked briskly towards Sakura Matou, holding a few carefully prepared bento boxes in his hands.