Legend of the Giants of the Imperial Palace

The sun is shining, the wind is beautiful, it is a good weather.

The sun is not so poisonous, and occasionally you can smell the aroma of rice from the fields.

That sounds great, but it's not the case for Shirou.

Who are you, where are you from, where are you going?

The three major philosophical problems of life are placed in front of Shirou.

The samurai interrogated Shirou, gesticulating with a knife, as if trying to scare Shirou: "Recently, there have been ghosts haunting, and then those robbers ran out one by one."

"Then you mean that the old man is a robber?" Shirou nodded.

The samurai froze for a moment.

Brother, your words are too straightforward, right?

Orientals pay attention to subtlety, especially the ancient Japanese, their words are even more subtle.The first time a samurai met someone who spoke directly to him, he didn't know how to pick it up.

"That's not what I mean. Anyway, take out your ID card and show it to me."

Scratching his cheek, Shirou was a little embarrassed. These samurai are not strong or weak, Shirou is really not sure how to solve the problem with that half-baked hint magic.

Do you choose to use physical cues?

What kind of illusion is broken, this warrior must know his identity.

But that's not good.

Shirou is a principled person, and he still has a bit of conscience, at least the other party is doing business, and asking Shirou to come up with a document and beating him up is too much.

Why don't you just make a copy, since I came to Gu Shilang, I really don't have much experience in dealing with these problems, so it's not wrong to make a copy.

Then secretly changed his name to Emiya Shiro.

No, no, Qianzi Cunzheng, this is his current identity!

Traceon!

Basic explanation——

Shirou put his hands into his sleeves, projected a document, and then took it out.

"I don't change my name when I go, but I don't change my surname when I sit, Wei Gong, ahem, Qianzi Village Zheng."

"A samurai?" The samurai looked at Shirou in surprise, especially since he didn't even have a sword and claimed to be a samurai?Is this document fake?

"Which adult is under? And why are you an old man every day, obviously younger than me, only thirteen or fourteen years old?"

Asking Shirou like this is rather embarrassing. He doesn't know any powerful people in this era, and it's not easy to make up one.His history is a mess, the most powerful ones are physics, chemistry, biology and mathematics, and at most English?

In addition, Shirou's mouth addiction can't be helped, he likes to call himself "I", but after using this spirit base, it seems to be affected by it, and this mouth addiction can't be changed.

"Wandering warrior. An old man is an old man, much older than you."

The samurai looked at Shirou's clothes, which looked quite new, not like a samurai, but more like a wealthy businessman's son. After thinking about it for a while, he thought that the child might have a brain problem.

Maybe take a dip?

"What a wandering samurai! You don't even have a knife, what kind of samurai is you? At first glance, you look like a merchant red deer, right? Shame on you!"

The atmosphere suddenly became Edo, and Shirou, a Heisei person, didn't know how to answer for a while.

I can't say that your knife is good, now I have it too, right?

After thinking about it, Shirou felt - this can be done!

"Isn't that what it is?" Shirou stuck the knife in the ground, put on a cloak chicly, and smiled, pretending to be a big boss.

But if you really think about it, this knife is really not good, because it is completely copied from the opponent. Shirou explained the material, and the quality of the steel is very poor, so he couldn't help but slightly changed the basic bones.

The consequence is that the sword looks exactly the same from the outside, but instead it becomes a Noble Phantasm, even though it is only E rank?

It would be a pity to throw it away, why don't you sell it to the other party to make some money, and then take a closer look at what the money looks like these days?

This can also have.

At least if Shirou is like this, he can get property by making swords instead of being a money printing machine!

Scratching his head, Shirou realized that this was completely superfluous.

It is better to print money directly.

"Liar, there was no sword here just now!" The samurai stared straight at him, especially why is this sword so similar to his own?

"Ah, did you read it wrong? Haha—the weather is good today." When Shirou squinted and prepared to get away with it, the weather turned dark.

The speed of this slap in the face even surpassed the speed of light, and reversed time and slapped him in the face.

Shirou: "..."

I think you are trying to embarrass me Emiya Shirou!

I just praised you that the weather is good, why is it cloudy?

The samurai trembled for a while, then drew out his sword, looked around, and his body trembled even more.

"What's wrong with you?" Shirou looked at the samurai suspiciously.