I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

He is a girl who likes to be strong, but he can't stand this one.

With the spear pointing forward, Lancer bent down and stabbed at Kuang San.

The scarlet arc pointed straight at Kuang San's throat, and Kuang San just swung his sword and swept across.

Lancer narrowed his eyes, he guessed right, the girl in front of her didn't have any tricks in her hands, she just swung her sword instinctively.

The spear turned suddenly, and he twisted and cut towards Kurumi's chest.

Although it is a bit dirty, this is a battlefield after all.

Then--

Kuang San dispelled the long and narrow dragon blade in his hand, kicked it sideways, it was a stab kick.

Depend on--

Lancer almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, a strong force came from his chest, he felt that the ribs in his chest were about to be kicked to pieces, his whole body turned 180° in the air, and flew back directly.

A hole was punched directly on the wall of the teaching building, and he was panting heavily.

Only then did Lancer realize that there were other people on the battlefield.

A passerby with red hair.

"That... are you okay?" The red-haired passerby weakly greeted the gunman.

Chapter 12 Magicians, they are such inhuman things

Looking at the boy in front of him, Lancer who got up from the ground narrowed his eyes.

He wears the school uniform of the private Hogunhara Academy, so he is a student of this school.

It is clear that the threshold has passed, but he still stays in the school, probably something is wrong.

Lancer lamented the unfortunate fate of the boy in front of him, lowered his body and raised his scarlet magic gun.

He doesn't have any magic power on his body, he should be just an ordinary passerby, he is unlucky, it is the magician's rule to obliterate witnesses.

It's not that he shifted his target because he was terrified by Kuang San's deterrence~ After all, the battle between servants cannot be concluded until the veil of the Noble Phantasm is lifted.

It's just... what's suppressed in my heart is the buried question.

Even if he uses the treasure, can he really defeat that gorgeous girl?

No need to answer, there is already an answer.

But even if you know, you can only bury it in your heart, otherwise, you will have lost before the battle.

···

Hearing an unusual voice, Emiya Shirou walked towards the school yard.

Hiding behind the shade of a tree, he saw a girl and a man fighting in the open space of the school grounds.

It's not a joke farce, and it's not what the movie is based on.

From far away, Emiya Shirou felt the substantial murderous aura belonging to both sides.

ahh...

will die.

The body seemed to be moaning, frantically warning him to leave here.

But his hands and feet were paralyzed by the murderous spasms and he couldn't move.

He once saw the process of a magician absorbing magic power from the atmosphere in Emiya Kiritsugu. It was a simple art full of rhythm and melody that people would admire.

But in front of the two "monsters" right now, none of that is worth mentioning.

The hand was only held in the air, and the long and narrow black and red dragon blade was held by the girl, gushing almost substantial power, so strong that it was suffocating.

Then--

The man in the strange blue tights just retreated as a matter of course.

Coincidentally, it landed beside Emiya Shirou.

Gumbling—

He swallowed, showing an ugly smile like crying.

Is it the malice of the heavens?He looked at the smiling girl in the skirt, that kind of smile, although gentle and soft, had the smell of a little devil.

"That... are you okay." He greeted the strange man weakly.

The man in front of him lowered his body, and all of his murderous aura pierced him at once.

He turned his target to himself, and Emiya Shirou ran away.

The only sound left was his own panting in the bitter wind. The strange man seemed to be seriously injured.

Emiya Shirou had heard about the rules among magicians, recalling the sharpness of that scarlet magic spear, the culprit of the previous massacre should be that guy.

It's disgusting...

Unable to restrain himself, he clenched his fists and rushed into the deserted corridor.