Fujimaru Ritsuka, but the main god space

Chapter 111 Musashi the Big Fool ( words in parts)

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At the entrance of Twilight Pavilion, Fujimaru pushed the heavy door open.

The dim light did not hinder the boy's pace. He took two quick steps and walked towards his bedroom.

Turn on the lights and lock the door.

After doing all this, he closed his eyes, and then -

"Musashi - Departure"

Out!
Before the chanting was over, the figure of Miyamoto Musashi suddenly appeared in the space!
Soft red satin surrounds the whole body, and the thin fabric flutters with the air flow, just like the slender wrist of a dancer trying to retain guests. Different contrasting colors are used between the shoulders and ribs, as if to suck the sight into the vortex of blue, and the butterfly black deliberately inlaid on the edge, with some hollow patterns, imprinted on the fair skin.

Contrast, contrast, and more contrast.

The dignified swordsman was wearing clothes so soft and thin that they looked like those of a prostitute.

The conservative martial arts uniform not only exposed her plump thighs, but also revealed the breastfeeding pouches on the sides.

Her eyes, which had reached the heavenly realm, were gentle and deep, and her long, flowing cherry-white hair poured down like moonlight, flowing over her slender shoulders.

Beautiful, very beautiful.

Miyamoto Musashi.

The first servant summoned after Fujimaru Ritsuka came to the main god space.

His most beloved and most powerful sword-class heroic spirit!
Altria: Master, my holy sword is so wonderful, why do you...
It was because Musashi helped Fujimaru the most in the way of swordsmanship and had the greatest influence on him, and it was because he planned to develop his own future kendo and swordsmanship in the direction of Musashi.

The reason why Miyamoto Musashi was summoned at this time was certainly not for a sudden fight or to exchange kendo skills.

But because-

"I summoned you again as promised."

Ritsuka sat back on the bed and looked at his Servant in a relaxed manner.

And Miyamoto Musashi, after his initial trance, began to observe himself.

"Hey, the clothes, no, or the ceremonial attire, are all the same as when I was a Heroic Spirit, even the sword is the same."

Pushing the sword with his thumb and half-pulling the blade, Musashi just glanced at it.

"However, this is a fake. It is not of the same level as the one you gave me in the previous world. This ceremonial outfit and Noble Phantasm are more like 'fakes' created with magic power. They are no different from the Servant summoned by the Holy Grail War system."

Yes, it’s not the real thing.

Musashi's Noble Phantasm and the Noble Phantasms of other servants are not easy to obtain.

If you want to perfectly control the Heroic Spirits, you need to prepare the corresponding "holy relics" for them, as well as the "weapons" and "protective gear" needed in battle.

In the Holy Grail War, Servants are nothing more than Heroic Spirits [Partial Cut]

The summoned servants will be restricted by class. Not only will they lose their Noble Phantasms, but some will even forget some of their memories. This is especially true for the Heroes of the Age of Gods, whose servants may not even possess one-tenth of the strength of their true heroes.

I'm talking about Hercules! I'm talking about you! (half annoyed)

And Fujimaru Ritsuka's [Heroic Spirit War] is an imitation of the Heroic Spirit system, but it is different.

Because he summons the Heroic Spirit directly, there is no class. In theory, what he summons is not a [cut-down version] of a Servant, but the Heroic Spirit itself.

Using the achievements and deeds of the heroes as the foundation and raw materials, and using spell power and magic power as fuel, an illusory treasure is created.

Give half of the brain to Musashi, and then perform a reversal technique on 'Musashi's brain', and even create a Heroic Spirit with flesh and blood out of thin air, and completely revive the Heroic Spirit.

However, even if such a thing is done, because the 'spirit' of the Heroic Spirit is still maintained by Fujimaru's brain, it will still disappear after a few hours. Creating a physical body will consume more physical strength and is generally unnecessary.

But
"Reversal technique."

Muttering softly, Musashi was replenishing his supposedly illusory body.

The flesh and blood began to reshape in an instant, with the brain as the center, and the spiral of cursed power reverberated in Fujimaru's abdomen, and then - pulled out flesh shreds, blood mud, and bone marrow!

To the naked eye, it only took less than a few seconds.

But not long after, a "person" began to form on the side of Fujimaru Ritsuka, with his abdomen as the center!
What did you do?!
Damn it! Fujimaru Ritsuka! You can still give birth to a child! ?
Yes I can!
Curse power turns! Cells reorganize! !

The omnipotent master used the reversal technique to create and reshape Musashi!

After a few seconds, it was completed.

The appearance, clothing, and weapons are no different from the original 'spirit' mode, but it has an additional 'living' color.

resurrection
Miyamoto Musashi, resurrected in all his glory!!!
"Oh oh oh!!"

Pinching his forearm, Musashi exclaimed in surprise.

"Real flesh! I miss it so much~ Haha, this is the first time I've felt this way since I was wiped off the Throne of Heroes. Okay, okay, don't look at me like that. Let's not talk about that~"

As she was speaking, the woman suddenly stopped talking, because the Master in front of her, who had originally had a relieved and gentle expression on his face, suddenly lost all expression.

Previous Story (Reread)
Miyamoto Musashi is probably the most famous swordsman in Japan. He and Fujimaru Ritsuka became friends because they fought side by side in the singularities and the Lostbelt.

The two of them chatted happily, and would even summon Chaldea to exchange swordplay.

However, during a mission in the Lostbelt, Ritsuka Fujimaru encountered the most desperate enemy in his journey to save the world.

It was so powerful that even Fujimaru at his peak had no power to resist! !

【Chaos】

According to the ancient Greek pantheon: At the beginning of the universe, Chaos was the first to be born alone.

It is a boundless carrier filled with darkness and light.

The supreme being in Greek mythology, and also the strongest enemy Fujimaru has ever encountered.

It can destroy planets easily, and with just a slight activation of its ability it can forcibly recycle 37% of the Earth's resources.

The distance at which the opponent could activate his ability was so far that the Crown Romulus had to sacrifice himself and force the concept to pave the way.

Even so, they could only barely attack the hole in the void, and even with all of Chaldea's strength, they were unable to cause any harm to Chaos.

impossible.

despair.

death.

Countless times, again and again.

Fujimaru faced such a situation.

But that time was so rare that even Fujimaru was impressed.

——The enemy is so powerful that he is one of the strongest within Ritsuka’s range.

So here she is.

[You must take back your own world. ]

[I have said all my parting words here! Now, I will turn into a sharp sword! ]

Musashi struck out with his sword at the cost of everything he possessed, including his spiritual base.

With one slash of the God-Breaking Sword, one can reach the rift in the universe, the other side of space and time, and tear the sky apart.

Then, he died.

After exhausting and destroying everything, Miyamoto Musashi completely disappeared from the Throne of Heroes and could not be summoned. Chaldea completely lost the spiritual base data about Musashi.

That was a rare time for Fujimaru Ritsuka to completely lose a companion.

Even the savior, even he, had failures.

Such failures may continue in the future.

But now, he is making up for this mistake.

Even though his spiritual foundation was lost, Musashi's 'spirit' was not destroyed.

Perhaps she was wandering in an unknown corner, but the moment she was summoned by Fujimaru, she responded without hesitation, crossing dimensions, crossing the world, and coming to his side——

Let’s fight together!

And Fujimaru was the first one who thought of Musashi and the first one to take action the moment he possessed this technology.

This feeling, this heaviness, is a fucking two-way rush!
And Musashi, who always brings up the subject, is just unlucky! He is unromantic! He is just a big fool!

boom!
"Yes."

"Come to think of it - I haven't seriously complained to you about this matter, Musashi."

There was a loud noise!
The black shadow covered over like a bat with its wings spread.

Pass your palm through Musashi's ear and hit the wall beside him.

Fujimaru summoned Musashi naturally to reminisce about the past, and since he wanted to reminisce about the past, he had to mention the past.

Mentioning Musashi’s past that he couldn’t bear to look back on!

At first, we parted in a hurry.

The two of them just didn't have the chance to make their statements clear.

And now, when Ritsuka successfully summoned Musashi using a method different from the spirit-based shadow—

He must, must ask for an explanation.

"Hmm! Master~~"

Raising his hands and resting them on Fujimaru's chest, Musashi gently pushed outwards, trying to get out of this overly close and narrow space.

Well, but I can’t, I can’t!

At this moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka is level 2 and with the strengthening of cursed power, his body is at the level of the first-level heroic spirit. Musashi is not famous for brute force. More importantly, in such a weak mental state, how can he push forward! How can he push back Ritsuka's raging anger!
"Why do you do that? I won't ask you that."

"I'm sorry - you probably wouldn't like this, Musashi-kun."

Ritsuka didn't care about Musashi's blushing face.

The young man, who was already taller and more muscular than the Servant, was strong enough to put his arms above Musashi's head and wrap his whole body around Musashi.

Full of pressure, fragrance, and some kind of aggressive hormone that suppressed Musashi!

What to say?
What else can Fujimaru Ritsuka say?

That must be to give back the power of gratitude and love!

"Thank you."

! !
His heart ached and Musashi's face inevitably turned red. He quickly glanced away and then looked away, not daring to stare at the Master with all his strength.

"Well, Musashi, do you have something to say to me too?"

What did you say?

One step ahead of the mouth is the eyes.

At this close distance, Musashi can see clearly! He can see clearly!
Those trembling eyelashes, delicate nose bridge, healthy and light pink cheeks are like works of art that have been crafted to the utmost skill, classical sculptures that look like gauze, sparks of a city melting in the water, quaint Asian attic, and ripples of pure water!
Yep! Me! I can’t watch!
Ritsuka tried seriously to look Musashi in the eye, but the cowardly swordsman just dodged left and right, showing no intention of complying with his Master's wishes.

"Well, this one."

Musashi was speechless.

And she didn't want the Master to continue.

Musashi knows! If the Master continues to talk, this Master who has only a straight mind after his companions have parted one by one can even say something like "Super Invincible I Love You"!

Her Master just doesn't understand love. To him, all servants are equally loved! He can handle them all!

Do not!
Quack! No, if I listen to that kind of talk, I will definitely make a mistake, and those guys will definitely go crazy and chase me!

Then, in that case! Watasi! (screaming)

Suddenly, in Miyamoto Musashi's mind, there was a rippling of water.

That is
【Actual memory】

——Ha~! He has sword skills but no courage! How could a guy with udon noodles on his mind possibly defeat Miss Okita!

——We won! Ms. Okita won! (clenched fist)
That was the voice that Musashi heard while hiding in a corner with his mouth covered and holding his breath in Chaldea in a certain year and month.

The one who was talking behind his back was Okita Souji, who, like himself, was also a sword-type servant.

However, unlike the boring me, the other party has no idea how many times he has refurbished his skin, how many spiritual bases, and even has comedian attributes, always getting close to the master.
And to be honest, the idea of ​​wrapping the arch of the foot with black cloth as a sock is too weird, isn't it? It's basically a sexy outfit, right?
Stop kidding! Showing your feet makes you a bitch, right?!

Dress more modestly! You've completely embarrassed the sword servants!

There were a lot of things on his mind, but in reality, Musashi just rushed to the Chaldea dining hall with a wronged look on his face and asked Chef Emiya to make him a bowl of udon noodles so that he could shed tears.

The humiliation of that day.

The bond with the Master.

The determination when facing Chaos.

And there was no one else in the room at that moment.

A [feeling] affected Musashi.

whimper
Huchi Huchi Huchi Huchi Huchi
Musashi, for some reason, gasped.

And don't know why.

Musashi's face suddenly turned gloomy.

That's not right. (Suspicion)
That gloomy expression was not there, but a burst of light that suddenly came and covered Musashi's face, leaving only the bright and sharp pupils!

And for some reason, those eyes were suddenly full of courage, staring at the Master intently.

Snapped!
"what!"

Suddenly he grabbed Ritsuka's wrist, which surprised Ritsuka a little.

He said in surprise, "Musashi! What are you doing——"

"What! What are you doing, Li Xiang? We haven't seen each other for many years. Why are you talking so incoherently after not seeing each other for so long?"

"." Ritsuka saw that at least Musashi had suddenly gotten rid of his shy behavior, so he was no longer confused, but smiled happily and simply, "Yeah, I was worried that you and I would become strangers, Musashi."

For some reason, the atmosphere suddenly became a little weird, and the source of the weirdness.

It was Musashi who suddenly put on a forced smile.

"Haha, let's not talk about this for now. I've just been summoned and I'm still confused. Compared to this, after I left, Ritsuka, I think you should use Altria more often, or... Ms. Okita Okita Souji, right?"

"Well, after you left, Musashi, I--"

Musashi interrupted in a rather urgent tone. "Don't call me Musashi. Didn't you always call me Musashi-kun before? I am here as a friend this time, not a servant."

"Let's get back to the topic we were talking about. Is she nice to you?"

"Of course, Souji is the best Sword-class Heroic Spirit, and she has always taken good care of me."

! ! ! !
Before Musashi could enjoy the sweet taste in his throat, Ritsuka continued, "However, Souji was busy with Chaldea's affairs and never had time to accompany me. Later, Miyamoto Iori often accompanied me."

"!!!!?!"

Iori?!
Miyamoto Iori: Historically, Musashi's disciple.

And he also exists in the world of fgo.

"Hahaha, so that's it. Iori did it too. Although I probably have no direct relationship with that kid, do you need me to give him a warning?"

"what?"

The tone sounded humble for some reason.

Musashi licked his dry lips.

Strange.

What a slow air.

What a strange air.

Great atmosphere!!
Musashi leaned against the wall, his eyes drifting, while Ritsuka made an O_o expression, confused. The two were clearly talking about the use of servants, but the atmosphere was as solemn as a divorced ex-husband asking his former wife how the person he married was and whether she took good care of her. It was so humble! And weird!

"Yes, I'm sorry, Ritsuka, for suddenly talking to you so stealthily. I...I just want to..."

"I understand, Musashi-kun, you are a swordsman who practices Taoism. Being entangled in trivial matters such as the ties of friendship will only hinder your pursuit of the infinite 'empty realm'. I understand." Ritsuka said reasonably.

"In fact, it was the same before. Whenever I thought of the days when we practiced sword together, I wanted to summon you, but when I thought about your hard training in swordsmanship, I gave up."

Musashi:?
Li Xiang added, "But these are all things of the past. Since you are back, let's just reminisce about the past. I will make you udon noodles."

Pushing away Musashi's hand that was holding his wrist, the Master suggested.

"Okay, okay!" Musashi said happily when he heard the key words. "Come to think of it, I haven't tasted your cooking for a long time."

"Haha, then don't expect too much. I can't compare with Mr. Emiya."

"How could that be? If I had a choice, I would rather eat the food you cook for the rest of my life."

"Haha, Musashi, you are such a smooth talker. Although having a generous personality is not a bad thing, there are many male employees of Chaldea who will be attracted by your open-minded attitude and become fascinated by you."

"."

silence.

There was a sudden silence.

Musashi's expression was fixed at the angle of 'Isn't that good?', but suddenly, for no apparent reason, his mouth muscles moved.

she says--

"how about you?"

"?"

Li Xiang was about to open the door when he was stunned and turned back in confusion.

"Have you ever liked me, Ritsuka?"

! ! ! ! !

Huh!!?
Surprised, I don't know when, but when Ritsuka turned his head, Musashi was already close to the boy! The sense of oppression came over me, and even the lines of the background seemed to become rough! Angry!

"Takeshizo! You! What did you do!?"

"I don't know. I just know that I'm missing you, Li Xiang, without realizing it."

respite.

Rough breath.

The offensive and defensive situation was reversed.

Musashi's height cannot be increased, but behind him, there is a terrifying and huge Niou! Ritsuka looks petite! Helpless!

"I just know that I can no longer control my feelings."

The camera is shot from the side, slightly tilted upward at a 30-degree angle, and Musashi's profile shows a clear and resolute look.

And stand incense!
He blinked innocently - he didn't care.

It was impossible to be afraid, he just wondered and persuaded.

"You haven't eaten yet, and the Heroic War God's body consumes a lot of energy. You need to control it."

“But I don’t want to be in control.”

Instant answer.

Storyboard:

【Eye

----

mouth】

"Ritsuka."

"I want to get what I missed that day."

"I want----"

Go on?
No need.

I just can't stand it anymore!

Before that, shut up, Master!
Well! That's right! As a warrior, what else can I do at this moment!
There's only one fucking thing.

Musashi's breathing calmed down.

Her eyes were clear.

Entered!
The state of no self.

The other side of infinity!
His eyes narrowed.

Musashi is the unity of man and sword.

Your hand is as fast as a knife!

Pass through the edge of Fujimaru's arm.

He stroked the back of Fujimaru's head with his palm.

Then——use your strength! Pull it closer to me!
A sneak attack! A sneak attack from a peerless swordsman. How can Ritsuka avoid it from such a close distance? Kwa! It's too late!
Ritsuka: “?”

Soft epithelial tissue, just fit!
ゴゴゴゴゴ! ! ! ! !
Strange bold words floated in the air. They were onomatopeia! They were shocking phantom sounds!

Sudden attack!
From Miyamoto Musashi, from the swordsman's attack! And the kung fu is absolutely exquisite! Absolutely wild and domineering!
Quack! It's the woodpecker pictogram fist wow!!! (horrified)
Damn, he is indeed a martial artist! When we meet again, is it because he can't help but want to learn from each other? !

Enthusiasm surges! Passion surges!
So passionate! (Appreciation)
The mother-in-law's dialogue?
Young love?
No need.

How can partners who drink blood together, use the bones of enemies as beds, use the sky as blankets, and talk about great love and ideals under the starry sky need those typical scenes of "women play straight and men play pulling" in three seasons, two OVAs and one theater version!
No, definitely not!
So much for the boring dialogue.

Ritsuka's expression also changed from cooperation to calmness.

Just push Musashi away.

The battle-hardened Master had a blank expression on his face.

Like Nightingale preparing for surgery, he twisted his wrist and looked from top to bottom, cold and indifferent.

Just write a little. Just write a little and——!
bang
bang
Swish!
Thunder rumbled, and a sticky, slippery, salty current flowed along, washing the coast. Black algae were left on the silver beach, which was extremely eye-catching. After being washed repeatedly, it changed from the toughness of its birth to softness.

Deep in the darkness, the crack below gradually narrowed, and the milky, boiling water poured straight into the bottomless ravine, and a torrent of water surged and splashed out from the gap. The continuous waves were like thunder, and the thick and swaying water curtain made a long-lasting sound.

That is the sedimentation of space, that is the passage of time, that is the story of millions of years passing by.

The rapids plunged into the abyss, splashing high like smoke from a house on fire. The turbulence and the noise made one dizzy. The waves hitting the black rocks also made a rumbling sound like a roar!
Land, tsunamis, and storms.

The coast without breakwaters was hit by rolling white waves, and the wind was hot, whipping people's cheeks. The dark clouds dissipated, but it seemed that they had not yet subsided. Like birds, they were pushed by the strong wind and flew across the dark sky.

The sky was torn off, and scorching tears flowed.

A black-haired young wanderer was walking on the arch bridge holding an oil-paper umbrella, letting the raindrops slide off the end of the umbrella in the mist.

I caught it in my palm, and saw the clear stream flowing down the lines of my palm. I couldn't help but taste it.

Well.
It tastes good.

(End of this chapter)