Jobless Reincarnation: Emiya the Great Hero Must Show His True Skills

It felt like a gentle hand stroking my back.

But this seemingly gentle sensation was actually an indescribably sharp blade, which in the blink of an eye turned into a bone-chilling cold, cutting through all the flesh and bone, the spinal cord, and tearing apart the joints and bones.

In the eyes of the kidnappers, reality and their feelings had clearly diverged.

Visually, Shirou hasn't even finished the action of drawing his sword.

But his body was already signaling his impending death.

This scene was even more obvious to those around them.

Luke and the kidnappers who were further away stared in disbelief at the scene before them, which seemed like magic. Although nothing appeared to be happening, countless limbs and pieces of flesh had already scattered and collapsed before the dynamic vision could perceive them.

Blood, boundless blood.

Meat, broken meat.

The stark white bones and the pungent stench of blood broke apart and separated within frames of time.

After a long time, my vision finally followed my other senses and I gradually became aware of the real scene unfolding in reality.

That was a slash that Shirou unleashed in a mere instant, a strike too fast for the eyes to catch.

The slash tore apart the body of the nearest kidnapper, and the sword energy rushed toward the kidnappers who were farther away at an even faster speed.

Those kidnappers who seemed safe and posed no danger.

The moment their vision finally caught up with the death of their companion, they also realized that their own death was imminent.

"Kacha!"

The arm was chopped up.

The skull was crushed.

The skin was torn.

The heart was severed.

In an instant, the burst of sword energy exceeded even the brain's comprehension, enveloping the entire desolate and disordered street in the blink of an eye.

The dozen or so kidnappers and thieves who were standing on the street were all torn apart by Shirou's sword energy in the blink of an eye.

Their eyes widened, a blank stare appearing in their pupils, as if they were completely unaware that they were facing death.

Until everyone had fallen.

A pungent, fishy smell filled the scene.

Death, after a delay, finally arrived.

"..."

Seeing the scene before him, Luke, who was the only one standing still, was completely stunned.

He stared in disbelief at the scene that unfolded in an instant, utterly stunned.

What just happened?

How come all of these kidnappers are dead?

Magic? No, it's not magic!

That's swordsmanship!

In Luke's understanding, there was only one possibility for achieving such near-miraculous swordsmanship: the profound secrets of the Sword God style.

"The Blade of Light! You're the Sword Saint!?"

Luke looked at Shirou in shock, his heart completely overwhelmed by an indescribable sense of awe.

Shirou glanced at him indifferently, sheathed his sword, and replied, "No, that wasn't the Blade of Light. It was just a more advanced version of the Blade of Silent Light. If it were the true Blade of Light, they wouldn't even have the feeling of death. They would be killed instantly without even being able to sense anything."

"Not the Blade of Light?"

Luke was numb.

At that moment, he no longer cared whether Shirou had mastered the true Blade of Light.

He's currently filled with nothing but gratitude and joy.

He was grateful that Shirou had chosen to back down when faced with his duel and provocation, and had not fought him in public.

Otherwise, Luke couldn't even imagine how humiliated he would become.

In contrast to Luke's fluctuating emotions, Shirou's expression remained unchanged throughout. He merely glanced at the surroundings and suddenly frowned.

"what happened?"

Luke noticed Shirou's attitude and asked, puzzled.

Without hesitation, Shirou shoved the bewildered Luke aside, and before he could even draw his sword, he slashed at his own side with the scabbard.

"Snapped!"

The once empty space was now filled with the figure of the tall, thin orc male, North Saint Nakurjad.

The latter asked in surprise, "Not only have you mastered the secrets of the Half-Step Sword God Style, the Blade of Light, but you also possess such exaggerated sensory abilities. Kid, who are you?"

Shirou showed no disrespect for the formidable foe before him, his hand firmly resting on the hilt of his sword as he replied:

"Shirou Grellat, a mere swordsman of the Sword God style, nothing more."

Chapter 161 Projection Loading! The Golden Sword of Inevitable Victory!

“Shirou Grellard…”

North Saint Nakurjad undoubtedly looked bewildered by this unfamiliar name, which he had almost never heard of.

But regardless of whether he is a famous swordsman or not, Shirou's near-light katana ability and his precise reaction to sensing his opponent's approach are enough to show that his strength should not be underestimated, and he can be called a half-step sword saint.

As is said, the Sword God School is the strongest swordsmanship school in the world.

Even if he is only a half-step Sword Saint, Shirou's strength is already enough to confront a Water Saint or even a Northern Saint of the same level head-on.

Nakuljad naturally dared not underestimate an opponent of this caliber; otherwise, he could not have risen from a mere mercenary to become the Northern Saint.

"Lord Shirou, is it? I've remembered your name. I never expected that there was such a hidden powerhouse as you in Boreas. You are no less than the Black Wolf Sword King Kyrie Irvine."

Nakuljad's attitude was surprisingly sincere, and he even showed a certain respect for Shirou.

Shirou, however, was not fooled in the slightest and calmly replied, "I am far from being as good as Gilead, and I do not deserve your praise."

"hehe."

In response to Shirou's reaction, Nakuljad sneered, "I rarely praise people. When I do praise someone, it usually means I'm going to slaughter them like prey! After all, the stronger the opponent, the more satisfying it is to kill them!"

"..."

"Well then, let me introduce myself. I am Northern Saint Nakurjad!"

As soon as Nakuljad finished speaking, the atmosphere suddenly became terrifying.

An invisible wave of energy swept across the scene, and as time went on, an indescribable, strange sensation, as if an unseen hand were caressing the skin, enveloped everyone present.

Shirou and Luke both instinctively felt a sense of death they had never experienced before, which was slowly creeping over them.

Compared to Luke's fear, Shirou remained unmoved. Even though his opponent Nakuljad was right in front of him, he did not draw his sword. Instead, he kept his hand firmly on the hilt of his sword at his waist, as if he were looking for the best time to strike.

Seeing that Shirou hadn't made any move for a while, Nakurjad sneered.

He suddenly raised his hand, but did not draw his sword.

What appeared in his hand was a gleaming hidden weapon that traversed a great distance and appeared directly in front of Shirou!

"Ding,"

Shirou, however, had anticipated this sudden attack.

With his mind fully focused, Nakuljad's every move was exposed!

"—!!"

However, the moment Shirou made his move to defend, he suddenly frowned and took a half-step back with an extremely strange movement, as if he had been hit by an unseen attack.

"laugh!"

The next second, a clear bloodstain appeared on his face.

This scene puzzled Luke, because he clearly saw Shirou block Nakuljad's projectile.

But why did Shirou still get injured?

While Luke was puzzled, Nakuljad continued to attack Shirou from a distance at an extremely fast speed. He kept throwing out various hidden weapons, daggers, and darts, as if he had an endless supply of weapons. His movements were so fluid that he didn't look like a swordsman, but more like an assassin.

In fact, many of the different schools of the Hokushin-ryu have already broken away from the term "swordsman".

The Hokushin-ryu school emphasizes making the most of everything, even without a sword, as long as the opponent can be killed.

This is somewhat similar to the sword of Gilead, which was used by Priest Lang before Gilead.

However, the swordsmen of the Northern God School gave an answer that was completely opposite to what Kyrie Irvine wanted.

Unlike Kyrie and Shirou's answer that they could wield a sword even without one, Kitakami-ryu's answer was that anything could become his sword as long as it could kill the enemy.

Both Kyrie and Shirou are not bound by the form of the sword, but Kyrie and Shirou's attitude is not to be bound by the form of swordsmanship. Only those who can wield a sword at the speed of light in any situation can be considered true swordsmen. On the other hand, Kitakami-ryu is not bound by the form of the weapon. What kind of weapon or what kind of method it is does not matter, as long as it can kill the opponent, that is enough.

Because of this attitude, the world has a very negative perception of the Kitakami-ryu, equating them with thieves and assassins.

In fact, even the people of the Kitakami-ryu clan see it this way.

However, they did not feel that their methods had any negative aspects; in fact, they believed that this was true strength.

So what if they're assassins?

If you can kill all your opponents, you can become the strongest swordsman in the world.

"Kacha!"

Under Nakuljad's attack, Shirou was once again struck by an unseen attack, and a noticeable trace of crimson blood appeared on his hair.

Seeing this, Luke looked anxious and worried for Shirou.

But Shirou himself remained calm, using his sword to block Nakuljad's attack, and quietly said, "I see, I finally understand why your attack split in two."

"Oh?"

Shirou's words made Nakuljad stop what he was doing, as if he wanted to see what unique perspective this trapped man had.

Shirou glanced in Nakuljad's direction, gathered his fighting spirit, and suddenly unleashed a sword aura towards another dark corner.

"Snapped!"

The sword energy sliced ​​through the air.

Shirou's sword left a clear mark in the shadows, and a man's figure emerged from the shadows.

The figure was almost identical to Nakuljad's original form, with the same appearance and almost identical physique, like a clone of Nakuljad.

"Two Northern Saints, what are they?"

Shirou clicked his tongue slightly. Although he had sensed it beforehand, he still felt an indescribable pressure when faced with the truth.

After all, he was only a half-step sword saint, and facing two saint-level Northern God Stream masters, it was almost a certain defeat.

Meanwhile, the other Nakurjad looked at Shirou and said with slight surprise, "Brother, I really didn't expect that I would be discovered."

"Yes, I noticed before that this guy's perception is extraordinary and he can dodge my hidden weapons."

The original Nakurjad stopped pretending and spoke frankly: "In that case, let me reintroduce myself. I am Northern Saint Nakurjad, and he is my twin brother Jad. We have exactly the same abilities and appearances, and together we are Northern Saint Nakurjad!"

Nakur made the announcement in a loud voice.

This fact left Luke speechless.

He already felt immense pressure when he saw Shirou was going to fight a Northern Saint.

Now, Shirou's opponent is not only a Northern Saint, but also a pair of twin brothers who are both Northern Saints in strength. This is simply too difficult!

"..."

Shirou himself frowned slightly upon seeing this fact, feeling an unprecedented pressure.

Although he had faced beings of the Water God level before, that was under the influence of a dream summon. His true form has never fought against an opponent of the Saint level or above.

Not to mention fighting two Saint-level opponents in one go.

For a moment, Shirou couldn't help but place his hand on the strip of cloth behind his back. He knew that he probably couldn't hold back at all today.