Holy Grail War? Dragon Ball War

The figure moved with the speed of a jet, and Red A's eyes widened as he barely managed to react, relying on his senses.

"Well!"

Even though he instinctively raised his hands to block his chest, the solid punch still brought an unimaginable impact.

"Boom!"

The figure was sent flying. According to Genos's calculations, the attack would not harm public buildings or unrelated pedestrians; the opponent would simply stop on a bridge about 2 kilometers away.

Pity.

If it weren't for the people in this town, perhaps using the so-called "air cannon" could have dealt a fatal blow to the opponent.

"He doesn't have any Dragon Balls on him."

"The Dragon Balls' reaction is here."

Besides investigating the rumors about the "dragon," I also wanted to find out who the enemy lurking here was.

It seems it will be much more lively than I imagined.

……

"!"

As the intense magical energy dissipated, Artoria looked at the chaotic ground ahead and finally sheathed her holy sword.

"such a pity."

Emiya walked over to her and, looking at the current situation, began to speak.

"She has a very good Master."

"Dispel the armor, return to your everyday clothes," Artoria said softly, a smile playing on her lips.

The "wave counterattack" just now undoubtedly represented Mordred's complete dedication.

The power it contained surprised even Artoria.

Unfortunately, even when facing Mordred, whose emotions were highly volatile, she was able to withstand the "attack" even when she was under attack.

Compared to Artoria, who is not lacking in magic, Mordred is much less powerful.

Having already clashed with Emiya once before, this re-liberation was, frankly, already a very difficult task.

Therefore, she herself said that it was a rather willful and reckless behavior.

Even the fact that Lion's Claw allowed her to do such a thing could be described as excessive "indulgence".

Most Masters wouldn't let her run wild like that; it would be a miracle if they didn't immediately use Command Spells to pull her back and run away.

"Shirou and the others seem to be fine as well."

"The next thing is"

Without investigating Mordred's whereabouts, Artoria knew that the child would reappear sooner or later.

However, she would accept the challenge no matter how many times it happened.

That was one of the few small acts of care she could offer.

.........

"Oh dear. Why do I have to slink away with my servant while I'm so badly injured?"

Having already prepared a backup plan to cover their tracks, Lion's Lad sighed as he carried Mordred, who had exhausted all his magic power.

Shouldn't the Servant be carrying the Master away when they run away?

He glanced at Mordred, who had fainted from exhaustion of magic, and saw a satisfied smile on her face.

"Well, the terrible father-son relationship has eased a bit, hasn't it?"

Only one Command Seal remained on the back of his hand.

However, Lion Robbery paid no attention to this.

This is a consumable item used in conjunction with Servants in battle.

There's no need to be so meticulous; as long as it's used in crucial moments, that's enough.

During the recent clash of light cannons, while Mordred was unconscious, he had already used a Command Spell to transfer him back.

Although it seems like the two sides are about to settle things, he won't stand idly by and watch his own servant leave the stage like that.

"I may not have a chance."

"But you're different."

It's unclear what he was thinking about, but he spoke in such a deep voice.

Meanwhile, Mordred on his back was completely unaware, lost in her dream.

In her dream, she was still following her father on his campaigns.

He was able to witness his father's care and concern for him, as well as his open smile.

She vaguely heard the sound of a car starting, and her eyes opened for a moment, blurry.

I lay back in the back seat, looking at the cramped space.

(Father, if possible, I really want to go with you next time.)

With such expectations, Mordred may be indulging in a new dream.

"So that's the kind of relief you wanted to provide in this world?"

Upon hearing Amakusa's description of the future, Muramasa spoke in a deep voice.

"Although initially the intention was to rely on the Greater Grail to achieve the salvation of the Third Law."

"But if it's this Dragon Ball, then it can do something more direct."

Amakusa's resolute words, seemingly filled with certainty, puzzled Muramasa.

While Dragon Balls are something we've never heard of before, where does this high level of expectation and trust come from?

"Don't you believe it?"

The two were locked in close combat, their knives and swords clashing.

Amakusa could tell from Muramasa's expression that the Servant did not believe him.

"No, your tone is not full of lies."

Unlike the Amakusa I remembered, who had gone mad and fallen into demonic ways, the Amakusa in front of me was perfectly normal.

Therefore, Muramasa believed that he genuinely wanted to do something beneficial for humanity.

The difference lies in whether the methods they employ are truly safe and secure.

"I just want to know, why are you so certain that this bead can do what you want?"

To bring salvation to all mankind and free them from suffering.

That seems like an incredibly noble thing, but can it really be achieved?

"That's because I saw it."

Upon hearing this, Amakusa's lips curled up slightly, and then she spoke.

"what?"

A surprised voice rang out, and Muramasa stared at him.

"Because the images of revelation are always traceable."

"Although it sounds unbelievable, I'm sure the Dragon Balls can grant my wish."

"So. Saber Senko Muramasa."

"Would you like to lend me a hand?"

Muramasa gave a clear answer to the invitation.

The sword was deflected, and then the slashing blade tore through the clothes.

"Bang!"

Amakusa jumped back and glanced at the cut on her chest.

"I regret to inform you that I have no expectations for the world you have described."

"What I have hoped for all my life is not so noble."

"after all."

"I am merely a swordsmith!"

Magic surged within him, and the other party answered so straightforwardly.

"Refuse?"

After closing his eyes and thinking for a while, Amakusa felt a great sense of regret.

If possible, recruiting this famous swordsmith would further stabilize our lineup.

In the absence of Berserker, that would undoubtedly be the best reinforcement.