Fujimaru Ritsuka, but the main god space

Chapter 184: Cu Chulainn dies again! How inhumane! (Three in one)

fighting.

The moon was dim and the stars were sparse. Li Xiang couldn't sleep in bed.

Because of what Scathach said before going to bed.

【fighting】

Fighting? Ritsuka naturally likes it.

But with Scathach?

That tone, that expression, was extremely serious.

The teacher——wanted herself.

Want to take! Drain - not in the sense of a partner, but from the soul, from the warrior level.

Once upon a time, even though Fujimaru Ritsuka was able to reach an inhuman realm with the help of the spiritual base shadow, Scathach had never seriously said such words to herself, but always regarded herself as a "teacher".

But now, she has thrown away even that reserve.

——She recognized Fujimaru Ritsuka at this moment.

This reality made Ritsuka's pants tremble violently.

Yes, I am really too slow.

He only considered how to comfort the heroic spirits for their resentment caused by not being able to see each other for so long, but forgot about their burning fighting spirit!

For two years, I found it extremely unbearable. How could Scathach, a complete battle addict, not be hungry and thirsty?

In order to avoid damaging the relationship within Chaldea, the Heroic Spirits would restrain themselves from using their true abilities, and even when competing, they would stop at the right time.

Therefore, Scathach is absolutely hungry.

A woman at forty is like a tiger.

Wow! (Exclamation)
Then Scathach, wouldn't that mean there are tens of thousands of tigers?! (Wise General)
Go and invite Wu Erlang!
No, no need.

Because, the Master of Chaldea is enough to handle it.

There was no one else in the room except the 'sleeping' Ritsuka and Alfia who was acting as a guard.

He fell asleep peacefully, but he did not relax even when his Master was asleep.

The wrinkles on the head began to appear and the lines on the head began to distort.

——Like a demon.

It’s a spring dream.

The nerves in the brain transmit information at high speed, allowing the neural network and cerebral cortex to solve the 'equation' with the highest efficiency - simulating an intense, dense, and sticky battle.

What appeared in Ritsuka's mind was 3,423 possible situations of fighting Scathach!
It was similar to what Ritsuka did in Orario to upgrade himself to level 4, but there were some differences.

At that time, he fought against the real Heroic Spirit through actual "summoning", but now, Ritsuka only uses his brain to strengthen the personality of the Heroic Spirit, simulates its complete form, and fights her.

In the dream, the boy fought with the Queen of Shadow Country! It was a battle that turned the world upside down!

Finally, the result
"Are you sure?"

Morning, six o'clock.

Ritsuka got up from the bed on time.

His biological clock woke him up, and without a second's delay, the boy turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, his bare feet stepping on the cold floor tiles, while his shirtless body glowed brightly under the automatically lit bedside lamp.

It is like a stone statue carved with the theme of the god of war.

"Put your clothes on."

On the side, Alfia turned her face away.

She had seen many men with upper bodies. After all, she was an adventurer who had participated in long-distance expeditions. Even if she didn't want to, she was already familiar with it and didn't take it seriously.

I don't want to see it, but I just don't look at it.

It has nothing to do with Ritsuka's beautiful curves bababababaka!

"Ah."

Ritsuka said solemnly, raised one hand, and put on his combat uniform smoothly.

Yes, the familiar combat uniform.

A pure white collared shirt with a black leather stripe stretched across the chest to define the body's curves.

!!!

The moment he put on the clothes, a familiar feeling came over him, and even his jet-black hair seemed to have life, rising slightly upwards.

Well, come to think of it, it seems like I haven’t cut my hair short in a long time.

Ritsuka looked at the floor-length mirror placed in the corner of his minimalist bedroom.

The black hair seemed to be a little long and had a smooth texture, hanging down beside the ears. Although it could not be seen for the time being, if Fujimaru did not restrict it, it would grow to shoulder-length in a short time.

However, the long-haired version of myself was only used during the Shinjuku Phantom Incident.

I always feel that it would be troublesome to keep that image, so I will cut it off later.

It's better to shave your head.

Completely unaware of the chaos that would occur if his servants knew his thoughts, the heartless Master stretched his muscles slightly and opened the door.

"Hey, let me make it clear first. We haven't officially entered the next instance yet, so don't get yourself hurt."

Alfia kindly reminded from behind.

Will the Master listen to my advice?

Of course, definitely.

"Well."

The Master, whose painting style had begun to become tough at some point, nodded heavily.

But his heavy steps betrayed his inner thoughts.

Take a step.

The camera moves down.

Close-up confirmed.

Zoom in, zoom in, and zoom in again, and you can see every hair clearly!
Well.
【war】!--
Chaldea was bustling that day.

Most of the heroic spirits have found their own seats next to the practice room. If they find that there are no seats available, they will choose to transform into spirits and watch the battle from the side.

They got the news early the next morning.

In Chaldea, there is no news that can be hidden.

Who attacked the Master at night, whether they succeeded, how long they lasted, and the Master's mental state when being served the next day - the information would basically be shared. After all, there is no seamless wall in the world, and Fujimaru's bedroom is just like the ancient emperor's harem, full of pinholes.

Although no one with Clairvoyance EX would do such a shameful thing as peeping or eavesdropping, except for a certain White-haired Nightmare, it was still easy to obtain indirect intelligence.

And some unscrupulous intelligence dealers will sell this information to others.

And as long as one person is sold, it will spread throughout Chaldea.

[Scathach's Battle with the Master]

This was a very common thing two years ago.

As the bus of the entire Valhalla, a public disciple (servant), (wife), (accomplice), (agent), etc., nothing the Master does is surprising, and he can often be seen taking the initiative to seek study from Scathach and Master Li.

But now it’s not just about studying.

Instead, it was Scathach, as a master, who came to inspect the results - and even challenged her own disciple!

Yeah!

Scathach, you are the challenger!

In the practice room, some people bit their handkerchiefs and dropped little pearls, some crossed their arms and carefully observed the Master's body and were secretly surprised, and some waved their arms and called out loudly.

"Wahaha! Master! Come on!"

The guy in a tight-fitting spear with red eyes and a blue ponytail laughed loudly, revealing his canine teeth that were quite characteristic of his character. He put one hand to his mouth to make a trumpet shape and called out loudly.

"Knock that stinky old lady away with one punch—quack!"

Before he could finish his words, a blurry red shadow appeared on the man's head.

If you convert the visual into that of a high-speed camera, you will find that it is a red spear that flies at a ghostly angle and speed, nailing the man to death in the audience seats.

In an instant, blood gushed out.

"Wow! Cuchulain is dead again!"

“How inhumane!”

The relationship between master and disciple is kind and friendly. Seeing the other class Cu Chulainn saving the dying Cu Chulainn and his own senior brother, Ritsuka couldn't help but reveal a sad expression.

But unfortunately, he doesn't have the energy to be distracted now.

Because the enemy he was going to fight next was too powerful to allow him to do so.
"It's been a while since I've fought like this. No, it's the first time with so many spectators."

Scathach didn't care about the onlookers, still wearing the familiar purple tights, and approached Ritsuka.

The intricate binding accentuated her already beautiful curves in an even more erotic way, but her fighting spirit was fierce and awe-inspiring.

But there are some things that Li Xiang cares about.
Scathach did not bring her own double pistols.

To be precise, he did bring it, but after he threw it out and killed one Cu Chulainn, he had no intention of taking out a second one.

Although the Servants can use the Noble Phantasm at any time, this "retrieving" still takes time. When fighting against a strong opponent, even a fraction of a second - can become a fatal error.

Even if there is no need to worry about hand-to-hand combat, what about the deployment of the Noble Phantasm?
That requires even more careful preparation time.

Isn't Scathach afraid of the slightest delay?

Should we give in?

That was definitely not what Ritsuka would like to see.

"Don't worry, unlike what you think, I have no intention of using a Noble Phantasm."

As if seeing through Ritsuka's thoughts, Scathach raised her hand without any concealment and grasped the single red spear.

[Gae Bolg Alternative: The Gun That Pierces Death]

A genius in spearmanship and rune magic. The Queen of the Kingdom of Shadows who controls countless undead souls with her own powerful strength.

The Ulster hero Cuchulain was her incompetent apprentice.

His spear skills have reached the pinnacle. In terms of spear proficiency alone, he can be ranked among the top five even in Chaldea.

"I exist as your teacher, so this battle is just to test whether you have been slacking off in the past two years and whether you have forgotten the knowledge I taught you in that main god space."

Scathach pointed the tip of her spear downward and assumed a standard fighting stance.

"So, I only know how to fight hand-to-hand."

It turned out to be the case.

It was only then that Fujimaru understood the teacher's intention.

Looking into the wine-red eyes, Ritsuka nodded slowly.

No matter how powerful a cheating trick you learn, it is still a powerful one.

The origin of [Martial Arts] is the foundation of everything.

A powerful weapon also requires "heart" to wield.

The heart, dominance, and madness of a warrior are all placed on himself and his weapons, not on external objects.

Scathach is also one with her gun, so it doesn't matter to her.

But before Ritsuka became one with the Heroic Spirit, the only thing he could trust without reservation was his own fist.

I already understand, teacher.

It was a simple step, but it gave Ritsuka an epiphany.

He slowly lowered his body, turned sideways, clenched his fists, and exerted force with his forearms.

Facing Scathach sideways, Ritsuka raised one hand and placed it near his thigh, with the muscles of his forearm extending outward like a shield.

"No weapons?" Scathach raised an eyebrow.

"Teacher Scathach, you know I'm better with my bare hands."

Ritsuka stood on tiptoe, her body swaying.

While the center of gravity is shaking, one arm is used as a blocking prop, and the other hand is "behind the back" so that a counterattack can be made at any time.

It was a very good fighting posture - all the servants, including the Santa Claus version of Karna, could not help but admire it, their eyes shining.

What a beautiful boxing style.

And Scathach could certainly see Ritsuka's accomplishments in bare-handed combat, but at the same time, this statement that 'her spearmanship was not taught well' made Scathach and the young Li Shuwen in the audience look unhappy.

So, the Queen of Shadow Kingdom observed and said, threateningly: "I also told you that there is a high wall between armed and unarmed."

"Then let's try it."

Yes.

Too much nonsense.

But all the "communication" actually only took place within a few minutes.

At the very end, there was only Scathach's bland declaration.

"Do not worry."

The goddess of divine martial arts smiled as she swung out the gun flower.

"It won't take you long."

The domineering aura turned from invisible to visible, just like sumo wrestlers waving their palms to test each other, or teasing the strong man on the opposite side like a tentacle - and the moment the tip of the tentacle brushes across the opponent's skin - the moment the intention to fight is confirmed!
Clap. In between the two, the referee, Okita Souji, clapped his hands suddenly!

"start!"

moment.

Moved!

The shadows of people are intertwined!

The red light flickered, the light and shadow spread, and it exploded!
It's already a scorching heat!
【Black Flash】!!!
When you come up, go all out.

The reversal technique overloads the body, and [Black Flash] further increases the output!
The outside of their arms touched the tip of the magic spear, they separated from each other and wrestled with each other!!!
boom!!!------

The alloy floor of the practice room, which had been reinforced by magic, shattered in one breath! It exploded like the petals of a lotus!

Both sides' eyes widened.

Then----

boom!
boom!
boom!
Keep fighting! His fist was like a sharp blade spinning out of its sheath, drawing a full moon arc in the air, holding the magic spear to penetrate the dense net!

So fast! !
The first to be shocked was Scathach.

That is to say, I have to be amazed at the ability, talent, and strength of the disciple!

The level 5 body is no less than that of Scathach in the "Assassin" panel! Even -

Combined with the cursed power! It's even more powerful! Even harder!

The outer side of the forearm pressed down, forcibly pressing down the magic spear! ! The aftermath whipped the ground, shaking the hard combat room thoroughly, and large pieces of snow and dust burst out and tore apart like a curtain.

The shock waves came from the shattered earth and spread from the weapons of both sides!
One side is fist.

On one side, for the gun.

Scathach only took half a step to fully adjust her unbalanced body.

Scan again!

boom! boom! boom! ! !
The shaking of the center of gravity and the sharp howling of the wind could be described as sticky atmospheric waves. The attacks from both sides collided at the same time, causing turbulence and sparking dazzling sparks.

In one second, thousands of people clashed! It was a fucking terrifying fight!
The light and shadow of the gun and fist were everywhere, and all the details were blocked!
It's the UFO Society's Martial God! (Frightened)
"Huh."

At this time, the audience seats.

There was a bloody hole on his head, with blood gushing out continuously, Cuchulain, the great Celtic hero, could not help but swallow his saliva.

One side is your own master.

On one side is his junior fellow apprentice and his master.

Also——the person who defeated me in the mock battle in that dungeon in Orario.

Witnessing the boy's growth from a mortal, Cu Chulainn couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Even if the Servant is not a Heroic Spirit.

Even if many factors are mixed.

I have to admit it!
Ritsuka, Fujimaru Ritsuka, at this moment——

As powerful as ghosts and gods!

boom! ! !
As fast as the wind and as swift as thunder, the violence is here!
In this battlefield where thinking and action are intertwined, the two people with divine martial arts skills did not have the slightest room to relax.

Whoever catches the other's tail first.

Only then can you enjoy the right to sprint!

Quick thrust!!

——Caught it!

Using powerful boxing skills to conceal the attack, Ritsuka suddenly changed his tactics - he raised his hands to block the magic spear and exerted force with his lower limbs!

Aurora burst out from the legs!!
Use your hands as 'defense' and 'shield' at the same time.

Use a sneak attack that is hard to catch!

The ultimate weapon - right leg sword!

It's a kick!

"Ahem!"

Hit Scathach right in the abdomen!

The waistline was also pulled out of shape, and the mouth-watering tender flesh turned purple in an instant! Deformed! Twisted!

Yes! It's belly fuck!
Damn Ritsuka, you're still Asanagi! (Frightened)

However, at that moment, the emotion that flashed through Scathach's mind was not anger or pain.

But
Glad.

His face turned pale, cold sweat was pouring down, but the corners of his mouth were twisted upwards.

A warrior uses his fists to exchange his heart.

The so-called battle is the table AI.

The thick fighting spirit is the entangled protein mucus.

The fiery fist hit Scathach's heart like a pile driver, and what was born at that moment was...
【Memory of Existence】

——Miss Scathach, please teach me how to survive.

The young boy had a naive, fearful but determined expression, and a guilty but courageous face when he knew that he was a "powerless person" and could only seek ways to "survive".

Faced with the boy's request, Scathach, who had just arrived in Chaldea, happily responded in a polite and respectful manner.

——Teacher, the spearmanship in this place
The boy, who had grown up, used his skillful marksmanship to defeat monsters, but he still pursued improvement. He got rid of the problem of "survival" and began to think about how to assist the heroic spirits.

In response to the boy's request, Scathach, who was at Bond Level 5, gladly began to teach him hand in hand.

——Teacher, thank you, please accept this.

On Valentine's Day, he has completely grown into a master who has traveled through the ages, experienced rich adventures, and become a well-deserved "savior" in human history. The master smiled and thanked his mentor, and hoped that the teacher would accept his gift.

In response to the boy's request, Scathach, who was bound to him [?], nodded, dragged him back to the room, and taught him different areas of 'combat'.

Teacher (The Boy Next Door)

Teacher (high school dk voice)
Teacher (the pink and tender voice of a newcomer entering the workplace)
At that moment, countless memories flashed through Scathach's mind.

And all of this is contained in Ritsuka's punch.

And not just him.

All the heroic spirits watching the battle felt something in their hearts.

That's the Master's——

【sound】

There is music playing in my head.

《ありがとう》

Playing the guitar and singing by myself, with a hoarse and melodious voice.

Scathach seemed to have returned to the photo at dusk, in a Japanese-style duplex villa.

Wearing a white backless sweater, Scathach was sweeping the furniture with a white broom, but she suddenly saw a photo. In the photo, she and the black-haired boy were face to face close together and smiling at the camera.

At the same time, the rhythm of music sounded in my mind.

[A warm wind blows towards you]

【Looking at the Tokyo sky】

Wanderer, mother.

And that restrained yet sincere emotion is infused into Shimazaki Shindo Marutsuka's singing.

In reality, after being hit by Ritsuka, Scathach leaned back and floated in the air, but was caught up by Ritsuka who used the [Perpetual Motion Machine Mode] and was hit by another punch.

boom!
[Suddenly I thought of you who lives far away]

[How are you doing recently?]

The music continues and the battle continues.

Another punch.

Hit again.

Hit again!

Fists are a tool for communicating with each other, and a deadly rhythm of thrusting with the waist straightened. And Ritsuka just wants Scathach to feel his own growth and his own emotions through his fists.

Retract your elbow and move out again.

Make a fist and strike out again.

Float in the air and hit continuously!
[Leaving Hometown to Chase Dreams]

[The spring day you saw me off]

The entire Chaldea was staring at that scene in a daze.

Watching Fujimaru Ritsuka send Scahao flying into the sky, and launching continuous attacks like a rubber machine gun at a speed so fast that the afterimage almost disappeared.

As for Scathach, her expression was unclear.

And that song was probably the song of a child and a mother who were traveling far away.

Ridiculous.

What does that have to do with me? — she thought.

It's a pity that the beating of her heart betrayed her.

The continuous beating of fists hit the soft flesh until it sank, leaving the fair skin stained red, and the burgundy hair scattered towards the sky in a morbidly beautiful posture, and even the gun in the hand was knocked away.

The Heroic Spirits were stunned.

Cuchulainn with his mouth open and eyes closed.

A feeling affects them.

Yes.

The Master is talking to them.

I, Fujimaru Ritsuka, speak to all the heroic spirits of Chaldea!
The sincere emotions are melted into the singing.

Tiamat covered her mouth. Her pupils, which were like gems, oceans, and stars, were brewing burning tears, torrential rain, and crazy thunder, which were entangled with each other, crushing, destroying, and ravaging her soft heart.

Red A turned his head away, unwilling to reveal the dark skin that was unique to athletes, simply because his tears were too conspicuous under the reflection of the light.

The corners of Moriarty's mouth turned down, making an inverted V shape.

Da Vinci covered his head, looking helpless, but he had to be pampering.

Smoke Mirror tilted his head back and looked at the battlefield through his nostrils. His expression was unknown under his sunglasses.

Morgan put his hands together on his thighs. It seemed like an elegant movement, but the tips of his slender pink fingers had already turned white from excessive force.

Heizhen and Ailei stood side by side, speechless.

Different heroes have different reactions.

But no matter what, they couldn't take their eyes off this battle.

[Your gentle words bring me the warmth of your original smile]

The song came to an end.

And the emotion that the Master wanted to express was also infused into that punch.

[I have always kept it in my heart and never forgotten it]

"Chaldea—"

"Exploding Fist."

It was not a roar, but a powerful muffled sound.

The Master poured everything he wanted to say to Scathach and all the Heroic Spirits into this punch.

I, Fujimaru Ritsuka, am not good at speaking.

Everything that needed to be said had already been said two years ago.

So now, let me answer with this punch.

All martial arts, injected into the fist.

All the love and righteousness learned from the heroes are poured into every turn.

It infected all the heroic spirits, causing them to lower their heads, and the moment the light shone on them, obscuring all the expressions and facial features, turning them into inky black, leaving only the cold white pupils and two lines of equally white hot tears.

next moment.

A dark shadow covered Scathach's face, overlapping with the end of the song.

[Now from the heart]

【Thank you】

boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Chaldea trembled and shook in the snowstorm.

It was like a female sexual life form that had lost all its sexual characteristics after a long battle.

After a long time.

calm.

(End of this chapter)