Holy Grail War? Dragon Ball War

With a sigh, Kaules did not continue speaking.

He knew that his older sister was not actually a "qualified" magician.

Because she still retains the thoughts and feelings of a normal person.

Not a pure "magician madman".

He's just trying hard not to show it, forcing himself to walk the path of a magician.

She clearly doesn't need to bear these burdens.

If possible, as the younger brother, he would rather shoulder the burden of his older sister so that she can live as she pleases.

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"Except for the brain, which is original, all the other parts of the body are made from parts."

"Your body is very cleverly designed, and the person who modified you must be an excellent scientist."

A hint of understanding appeared on Bulma's aging face as she looked at Genos, who was lying on the table with only his upper body remaining, and spoke.

"Ah, Dr. Cuseno is my savior."

“When I was fifteen, my home was destroyed by a rampaging cyborg, and he was the one who saved me in my cyborg form.”

Although he didn't know who this self-proclaimed scientist Servant was, Genos could only leave it to fate.

However, if the other party can figure out its structure in a short time without an instruction manual, it means that they have amazing scientific experience.

"is it?"

"Then you're a person with a hard life too."

Upon hearing this, Bulma was momentarily moved, and seemed to recall something before sighing.

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This is something she would probably hate for the rest of her life.

Because this thing almost took away most of her life.

Looking at Genos in front of her, Bulma didn't dwell on the past.

All she has to do is win this war and get the Dragon Balls!

In that case, there would still be a future for one's world.

Gohan no longer needs to take huge risks to save people.

Trunks will also have the opportunity to grow steadily.

"Help me prepare the materials."

"Yes, Doctor!!"

Hearing that stern voice, Roger, who had been standing to the side, responded like a well-behaved student.

Genos then watched as the child handed Bulma a piece of unknown metal.

The magic began to operate, and soon the metal changed, becoming a different material.

Item creation (EX)!

Bulma, as a Servant, has no combat ability, but possesses a level of creation power that many Servants cannot match.

To a certain extent, it is also quite simple to make a tangible Noble Phantasm stronger.

"Based on the data from your battle just now..."

"It would be an easy thing to restore you and make you stronger."

His hands were constantly moving, like performing surgery, while Roger simply handed Bulma the materials she needed.

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"So, he's the Servant you summoned?"

"Correct."

Artoria felt a strange sensation as she watched Illya's small body carrying Shirou.

She met up with Ilya first, and when she first saw that scene, she thought the other person had been attacked.

"Well"

After observing for a while, I noticed that there was a patch of white hair on Shirou's sideburns.

It was obvious that this Shirou was not the one they knew.

In theory, this situation should not occur in the Holy Grail War.

But the Dragon Ball Wars are different; they involve people who crave their desires manifesting as Servants.

Therefore, even those who are not from Valhalla may appear as Servants.

"Shirou from another world?"

Artoria took the other person from Illya's hands and carried them over her shoulder, and Artoria roughly understood.

"The remaining three companions seem to be nearby. Shall we go find them now, teacher?"

Ilya, dressed in her usual purple dress, dusted herself off and asked softly.

Having grown up in Fuyuki City, Ilya didn't feel overly constrained or burdened.

Or rather, Kiritsugu and Irene didn't teach or tell her much about magic.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that the body, which was originally intended to be modified for the future Holy Grail War, was instead put on hold because of what happened ten years ago.

Yes, ever since Kiritsugu brought her to Fuyuki, he has been searching for a way to turn her into a normal person.

I learned about "magic" through frequent contact with Shirou, Rin, Sakura, and others.

When she was interested, she would also listen to the lessons that Shirou and others were taught.

So she would often casually call Artoria "teacher".

"Yes, it'll probably be Rin and Shirou as well, barring any unforeseen circumstances."

Nodding, Artoria dragged Shirou, who had appeared out of nowhere, forward with Illya in tow.

"Although I don't know how things are going on their end, it seems they've all successfully summoned their Servants."

"It should be fine."

"is it?"

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"So...why is this happening?!"

Seeing the situation escalating out of control, Rin Tohsaka panicked, clutching her head and screaming.

Within sight.

As if harboring a natural hostility, the black Archer's gaze fixed on Red A was incredibly dangerous.

Although Sakura had told him not to act recklessly, the murderous aura she exuded was serious.

It's almost like saying, "You'd better not be careless and get lost, or I'll definitely stab you in the back when my Master isn't around."

Red A appeared calm on the surface, but was actually sweating profusely.

He originally thought that being summoned by Rin Tohsaka would only mean fighting the "Fifth World War".

It can even correct and sever ties with one's past self.

The result was that I encountered my past self, but what's with this black Archer who also seems intent on killing me?

"Have we met somewhere?"

No, not at all.

"Then why."

Not understanding the source of the other party's hostility, Red A wanted to try a roundabout way to get information and figure out where he had offended the other party.

But the other party's confident reply left him speechless.

"There's no other reason, I just want to kill you, that's all!"

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Chapter 235 233 Current Situation!

"Archer, please calm down."

Sakura's gentle voice rang out, and Black A was momentarily dazed, a familiar light and shadow faintly appearing in his long-lost memories.

He subconsciously lowered his gun, and his expression turned grim.

"What a lively bunch of kids."

Muramasa, observing the tense atmosphere, was momentarily unsure whether these people were allies or enemies.