Holy Grail War? Dragon Ball Wars!.

Chapter 587 587. New war!

"Brother, you must eat well!"

"I know, I was too busy during the day, so I didn't have time."

This was not the nth time that his sister had warned him like this, and Miyamoto Iori responded helplessly.

“Take a good rest”

"Yes"

Only after parting with his sister Kaya did he walk home with the rice ball in his hand.

The quiet road along the way made him feel quite emotional.

An overly peaceful era may just be so "boring".

"Red?"

“This is a bad omen.”

He looked up at the full moon in the sky and faintly saw a flash of red light. He frowned and muttered.

Make sure you didn't see it wrong.
But the restless uneasiness in one's heart is really impossible to ignore.

Touching the red mark on his right hand, he knew that he was involved in a very magical event.

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That was something unheard of.

But since you are the chosen one, you cannot stand out.

However, due to his busy life, Miyamoto Iori has not yet started summoning servants.

"!"

But the next moment, several figures suddenly appeared from the dark, causing him to drop the food in his hands and reach for the two swords at his waist.

"Crack!!"

After blocking the masked man who attacked from the side, Miyamoto Iori twisted his body to avoid the ambush.

"Pfft!!"

Without hesitation, he swung the double swords in his hands to kill the masked men who surrounded him.

(There are too many!)
(Could it be that the enemy has already started to take action?)

(Not good.)

It is still unknown what the so-called heroic spirit is, but just being ambushed like this has made Miyamoto Iori realize the seriousness of the matter.

Being able to mobilize such power, it seems that the person behind the scenes is no ordinary person.

"Clap."

He ran, passing through alleys and cracks, trying to shake off the people chasing him.

It was not until he ran to an open space that he realized that all the entrances were surrounded.

I can only try my best
Thinking this, he rushed towards an intersection.

"Clang!!"

"I see. That posture."

Just when he was about to break out, a sharp long sword suddenly swung at him. Even though Miyamoto Iori raised his two swords to block, he was still knocked away.

"Crack!"

Unable to hold the sword in his hand, lying with his back against the ground, Miyamoto Iori looked at the enemy who suddenly appeared.

Two days of first class.
Seen through?!
Miyamoto Iori was stunned, unable to believe that the other party had seen through his actions.

What I saw was a man with a dark blue ponytail and a lavender headband.

He stepped on the ground with straw sandals, wore a purple kimono, and held a five-foot long sword in his hand, just like a free and easy nobleman.

"Stand back, Saber."

A strange voice sounded, causing Miyamoto Iori to look towards the source.

"What a pity! Miyamoto Iori is quite unqualified as a Master."

"The ceremony has already started for more than half a day, but the summoning of the heroic spirit has not yet begun."

"Should I say you are ignorant or courageous?"

Silver hair and a petite body appear in the eyes.

The other person's uncovered back of his hand also revealed the same identity as his own.

御主
His eyes fell on the man who walked out of the shadows holding a long knife.
Much like
Even though his memory had been washed away by the years, Miyamoto Iori still vaguely knew that he seemed to have seen this person before.

"I thought it was a trap, but from the results, it seems that no heroic spirit was summoned."

The man had a rare incredible expression on his face, which seemed to be admiration and confusion.

"Forget it. It's not our intention to bother about such things."

"Killing people without reporting their names goes against my principles." The woman drew the knife from her waist and pointed it forward.

The tip of the knife was right in front of him, but Miyamoto Iori had no intention of giving up.

"Yui Masayuki."

The moment the other party said that, his hand hidden under his leg took out a red crystal stone.

"Crack!!"

But as the man swung his knife, the crystal that had just been thrown out was shattered before it could take effect.

"Wow!"

After a moment of surprise, Yui Masayuki swung the blade in his hand and chopped.

"I can't die yet!"

Before picking up the sword stuck in the ground, Miyamoto Iori said in a deep voice.

A red light appeared on the ground, and this scene made the man holding the long sword pull the master back, and then he rushed forward.

"Clang!!!"

As the blades collided, Sasaki Kojiro saw the cold eyes in front of him.

Cross scar on left face
Not a tall physique.
"Wow!"

The scabbard hit him, forcing him to step back violently.

"It's really unlucky."

"The Master who was about to kill the Follower"

“In the end, it fell short.”

"Is the summoning ritual so intelligent?"

Standing in front of his master, he said this, but he didn't feel any pity in his heart.

"!"

After coming to his senses, Miyamoto Iori also saw the figure blocking the way ahead.

Feeling the sudden connection
He also understood who this person was.
Saber!

In Dragon Ball Wars, he is the swordsman spirit.

Although no one knows why the summoning ceremony was suddenly triggered, Miyamoto Iori was undoubtedly a great help at this time.

"Well"

With a frown on his face, Yui Masayuki observed the heroic spirit in front of him.

I didn't feel any murderous intent.
No.
That's not the case.
It would be better to say that the other party's aura is quite restrained.

If I hadn't been standing there and could see with my own eyes, I probably wouldn't have been able to sense anyone's presence.

Judging from his attire, he seems to be a ronin as well.
I just don't know who the sacred one is.
But Yui Masayuki has great confidence in his Saber.

Sasaki Kojiro
He is a true "Sword Saint".
In a sword fight, she didn't think her opponent would lose.

“For this day.”

"It's been seven years."

But unexpectedly, the young man with a cross scar on his face seemed to be reminiscing about something.

"Sasaki Kojiro."

As he was about to draw his sword, Kojiro did not bury the words but actually said his own name.

"!"

Upon hearing this, Miyamoto Iori's face suddenly changed in shock.

Memories of being in front of the grave more than ten years ago emerged.

"Himurashin."

Holding the sword in front of his chest, the young man with the cross scar responded in a deep voice.

"Interesting. Then let me see your style."

As soon as the words fell, Yui Masayuki and Miyamoto Iori suddenly found that the two figures had disappeared.

"Clang!!!"

"clank!!"

(No, they didn’t disappear, but our eyes couldn’t keep up with their speed.)
There were sounds of touch and sparks in the air.

His eyes tried to catch the lightning-fast movement, and Miyamoto Iori's hands holding the two swords were trembling slightly.

For some reason, even though the situation was so dangerous, he felt a sense of trepidation.

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Battles limited to "Saber (Swordsman)"
It's a pleasure to witness such a sword fight.
He felt that he was not born in the wrong era!
(End of this chapter)