Doraemon for an imperfect world

Because they are not human, are they different from ordinary people?

"Okay, let me see." Doraemon adjusted the props with his chubby white hands. "Neuromyelitis optica, superficial skin tears, indomethacin overdose... What's going on? Aren't you feeling any pain at all?"

If a normal person encountered such a thing, he would probably have been in so much pain that he wanted to die, right?

"It's okay." Fujino shook her head gently.

"Don't say that." Doraemon said, pressing the needle against the girl's arm. "Okay, it should be okay now."

The girl was stunned for a moment, and looked at her gauze-wrapped palm as if she felt something.

This feeling

"Well, that's pretty impressive, isn't it?" Doraemon said with a smile, "You've fully recovered, right?"

The girl looked at her palm in disbelief and couldn't help but widen her eyes. The next moment, the gauze on her hand suddenly exploded. Before Doraemon could figure out what happened, the girl suddenly raised her head and looked at it. At the same time, the wooden floor under her suddenly collapsed, and Doraemon fell down. The lucky playing card fell on her chest, and one of the cards was missing.

It crawled out of the pit and saw the girl sitting there in fear. Doraemon followed her gaze and saw a huge circular gap on the opposite wall, as if it had been drilled by some huge drill.

Wow, that's dangerous.

Fortunately, there are lucky playing cards, otherwise it would be terrible.

But what's going on?

"Doraemon?" Fujino, having recovered from her panic, quickly crawled over and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Ah, don't worry." Doraemon shook his head and took out the instruction manual maker again. "Wait a moment, let me find out what happened first."

Does this child actually have such dangerous abilities?

No, is there no way for her to control this ability?

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PS: Fujino was born in 83, and the Fourth Holy Grail War was in 94, which means she is just 11 years old this year.

Also, I decided to kill Red Eyes in the next world.

Volume 3 Type Moon: Chapter 162 The Promised Birthday Gift

"Yeah, I think I understand."

Doraemon flipped through the instructions, nodded seriously, and took out a prop from his pocket:

"Magic gloves!" Doraemon held up the yellow gloves and said, "With this, you can take off any props on your body and put them somewhere else. And this——"

As it spoke, it took out another handbag and placed it in front of Fujino. "Come and choose one. Do you see any eyes you like?"

Fujino looked into the handbag curiously, and saw a bunch of eyeballs, limbs, ears, mouths, etc. She was so scared that she sat down on the ground and couldn't help but let out a scream.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. They're just artificial organs." Doraemon quickly explained, "You can't control your eyes now, right? So why not get a new pair of eyes before you grow up?"

"really?"

"Of course it's true." Doraemon patted his chest and assured, "Just pick the one you like."

"Then... this, is it okay?"

Fujino tried very hard to overcome her fear, then pointed her finger at one of the pair of purple eyes.

"Yeah, they're very beautiful." Doraemon picked up the eyes and compared them with Fujino's face. "It suits you very well."

However, if the child is given a replacement directly, problems will easily arise. For example, the organs that Nobita distributed to his friends had problems such as foot odor and constant tears.

and so……

"The Woodcutter's Spring."

Doraemon took out something that looked like an air cushion and unfolded it in front of him, then pressed a switch and soon clear spring water appeared before his eyes.

"You've probably heard that story, right?" Doraemon asked. "It's about a woodcutter who dropped his axe into the river while chopping wood. The river god then presented the three axes, one made of gold, one made of silver, and one made of iron, and asked if they were his. After the woodcutter gave an honest answer, the river god gave all three axes to him."

Fujino nodded vigorously.

"So, it's like this."

Doraemon smiled and threw the pair of eyeballs in his hand into the water. Immediately, a golden light bloomed from the spring water, and a blue-haired goddess with a laurel crown slowly rose from it.

"Is this flawless Demonic Eye the thing you fell into?"

"If you lie now, you'll lose everything." Doraemon whispered to Fujino, then looked at the goddess of spring water again, "No, what I dropped was an ordinary artificial eyeball."

"You are an honest and good person. I will give you this new pair of eyes as a reward."

"Thank you so much."

Doraemon took the eyeball from the hand of the goddess of spring water, put on magic gloves and said to Fujino, "Don't be afraid, it will be fine in a moment."

As it spoke, it gently pinched Fujino's eyes, and the two "Distorted Demon Eyes" were taken off, and then replaced with a pair of seemingly ordinary but beautiful purple eyes like glass.

"Please keep these eyes safe for now," Doraemon said, returning Fujino's original eyes to her. "They are very precious."

"Thank you, thank you!"

"You're welcome." Doraemon waved his hand. "By the way, I'm here to look for a mysterious power that can send other people's distress signals to my ears. Do you have any clues?"

"A clue..." Fujino shook her head blankly, then stood up as if she had thought of something, walked to the side, opened a door, and pointed to the books inside and said, "These are the dowry that my mother brought. There may be something useful in them."

many!

Doraemon looked at the books piled up on one wall. How could he possibly finish reading through so many books?

If only useful books could appear on their own.

Chirp——

A book fell from the shelf.

Doraemon looked at the playing cards in his hand, and as expected, one was missing.

I walked over and picked up the book. There was no title on it. It seemed like at least someone had written some notes casually. When I opened it, there were only a few pages inside.

"Inhibition?"

Doraemon looked at the words thoughtfully, then closed the book and put it back in its place neatly.

So that's how it is. Was it this existence that conveyed Sakura's voice to me at that time?

"Thank you very much." Doraemon said, "It's a great help."

"You're welcome." Fujino watched Doraemon take out the Anywhere Door, and suddenly couldn't help but ask, "Um, will we meet again in the future?"

"Well..." Doraemon hesitated for a moment, then nodded vigorously. "Of course. Tell me your birthday, and I'll come to you with a birthday present."

Doraemon still remembers that when he was born, a time capsule was waiting for him at the bottom of the production line. Of all the childcare robots that came out that day, he was the only one to receive congratulations from others. On that piece of paper, Nobita had scribbled in crayon a blessing from a hundred years ago:

Happy Birthday, Doraemon!

It still remembers the purest joy it felt when it walked off the production line. It was such a blessing to come into this world amid the congratulations of others.

I was so happy that I couldn't help dancing.

"May 20th." Fujino asked nervously, "You're back, right?"

"Of course." Doraemon rubbed his head. "But I still have to go back to another world... Can I come back in ten years?"

"Well, ten years. I'll wait for you."

"Then it's a deal. In these ten years, you must be a good child who cherishes your body, loves your life, and grows up healthily." Doraemon smiled and held out his hand. "Then I will come to find you in ten years with a birthday present."

It does not expect the child to become very powerful or get good grades in exams in the future, but it can feel some gloomy qualities in the child.

It's not that I want to force an introvert to become cheerful. After all, a child only needs to grow up to be the person he or she aspires to be. Why should he or she change himself or herself to please others? In comparison, what Doraemon cares about most is the child's indifference to his or her own body.

"Well, I'll try my best." The petite girl held Doraemon's hand, shook it gently twice, and then reluctantly let go. Then she watched Doraemon walk into the anywhere door. "Please wait!"

Doraemon turned around and looked at Fujino with a smile.

"You're the first person who told me to take care of myself," Fujino said. "I'll remember that."

"See you."

Back on the Emperor's Dream, Doraemon couldn't help but squint his eyes.

What a good boy.

But speaking of it, how long had I slept, and how far had the Holy Grail War progressed?

Let's observe it first.

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PS: I can’t write anymore. I’ll make up for the chapter I owe later.

Volume 3 Type-Moon: Chapter 163: Lancer's Exit

"Look, my pencil case was brought back by my father when he traveled abroad."

"And mine, this pencil case cost me 1,200 yen, and it even has a built-in calculator."

"This one of mine looks great too, even though I bought it near the school."

"Yours is just a cheap two hundred yen one."

"Hey, you guys." Just as the children were competing to show off, a woman wearing an eyepatch squatted down and said resentfully, "What's wrong with two hundred yen? Does an expensive price necessarily mean it's a good thing? Forget two hundred yen, even if it's only ten yen, it won't be worse than those seemingly expensive things!"

"What a strange adult."

"Run quickly——"

Amidst the booing, all the children had already run away.

"Sister Medusa." Sakura stood aside and whispered to comfort her, "You don't have to worry so much about the price."

"No, you misunderstood. How could I care about that?" Medusa denied. "It's just ten yen. What's there to worry about? I'm a Heroic Spirit from the Age of Gods. I don't care about that kind of thing. And there's no reason to care, right?"

Obviously I care a lot about it.

Sakura had a subtle expression on her face, and for a moment she didn't know how to comfort the other person.

"Don't look at me like that." Medusa turned her head away. "I really didn't show up to get angry with a few kids."

"That is……"

"Servant!" Medusa said, "The other party's aura is not concealed at all, it's like he is deliberately provoking me."

"So, we're being targeted, right?" Sakura couldn't help but sigh. "They'd actually target a kindergarten kid. What a despicable adult!"

"If you don't want to fight, I will take Master away."

"No, it will implicate Uncle Kariya and the others." Sakura shook her head. "Fight them, Sister Medusa."

"You don't look scared at all," Medusa asked.

"Hmm..." Sakura thought for a moment, then put her hands behind her back, tilted her head, and smiled brightly, "Someone promised to show up when I'm in danger."

Although she didn't know what it meant, Medusa still brought Sakura to the playground after receiving a positive answer. At this time, Lancer, holding two spears, was ready to drive and looked ready to go.

"That opponent doesn't look very appetizing," Medusa sighed, extending her hand. Silver chains began to extend from her palm. "Trying to use charm magic to interfere with your opponent? That's quite despicable."

"I'm sorry, but this charm is a curse I was born with, and even I can't do anything about it." Lancer said with some resignation, "But since you're the legendary Gorgon, I'm sure you won't be affected by this, right?"

"Master," Medusa said, "Please leave for now, just in case. I will catch up shortly."

Hearing this, Lancer couldn't help but frown slightly. He didn't want Sakura to leave, not because he wanted to influence the outcome of the battle by charming the other Master - he valued honor so much that he wouldn't do such a thing - but what he was worried about was that his Master would attack the child. After all, the other party was just a child after all, and attacking a child to influence the outcome of the battle was really against the code of a knight.

But on the other hand, since this is an order from his Master, he must carry it out to the end.

Gorgon?

Because of the exposure of his Noble Phantasm and the fact that the opponent's still young Master always addressed his Servant by name, Lancer easily customized a targeted battle with his Master Kenneth - the first person to pay attention to was undoubtedly the leader of the banshees who participated in the large-scale petrification of all the monsters summoned by Caster without exception.

Well, he originally thought that the essence of that legend should be some kind of magic eye, but he didn't expect that it would be manifested in the form of a single head?

An enemy using his own head as a weapon is truly... unheard of.

But in other words, the most dangerous weapon of the Gorgon is nothing more than its head, right?

In addition, the opponent's job is only Assassin, so it shouldn't be difficult to win. This is also the reason why his master has sought him out.

Thinking of this, Lancer couldn't help but feel a little guilty about winning unfairly.

But as long as he can deal with the other party as soon as possible, then his master should not attack the child again, right?